Damn. She shouldn’t have lost her temper like that. She should have kept the journal with her and not left it in the kitchen for him to find. With slow, measured steps, she crept downstairs and out the front door. No sense in rousing the lion before the lion tamer was ready. Not that she could tame Cole, but maybe she could appease him.
* * *
Cole smiledwhen the front door closed with a click. He hadn’t taken Janie for a coward, but then again, he suspected she hadn't meant to write what she had in her journal.
All week he’d waited for her to describe her frustration in her journal. He hadn’t touched her nor had they played since last Saturday. He wanted to see how she reacted. The only reason he’d gone out last night for drinks and dinner with some of the lawyers from work was to give her time to think. Now he wondered if it had been such a good idea.
No. He wasn’t going to second-guess himself. They both needed some time away from each other. While he enjoyed having her live with him, every day he was noticing more and more about her. Her quick laughs, her quirky humor, her willingness to experiment, and so much more.
He had to keep reminding himself that she was his mentor’s daughter, but would Paul really have cared? Paul had told Cole nothing would please him more than if Janie found a man like Cole, an honorable man. But Cole didn’t feel honorable. Yes, Janie was of age, but part of his conscience nagged at him that Janie was as vulnerable as Sally had been.
But that didn’t stop his dick from hardening each time he heard her voice. Her breathy sighs of pleasure caused every nerve in him to tense with expectation. He wanted to give her so much more than the quick pleasure he was giving her now. And there was the other reason he’d gone out last night. He was losing his own perspective. Janie was no longer just a trainee, she was worming her way into his emotions.
When he’d first arrived home last night, at one in the morning, he’d thought his plan had worked. Until he’d walked into the kitchen and seen Janie’s journal on the table and a pizza box on the counter. Cole had sat down and read her journal. Shock and awe had flooded him as he’d read.
Janie hadn’t held back. She laid out her frustration at his going slow. She’d also basically told him he was holding her to the standard of being totally open when he himself refused to unlock the playroom door. She wanted him to take control. Otherwise, why would she want him to be her Dom?
At first her words made him pause in shock, but after thinking about what she’d written, he shook his head. She was right. His little Janie wasn’t as naive as he thought.
He’d known that, but it had really hit home last night. He glanced at the clock. Another thirty minutes and he’d place his homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven. He’d only slept a few hours, his body humming with tension.
Striding from the kitchen, he opened the door to his playroom. While he’d been in here every day keeping everything in working order, he’d kept the door locked. He checked the small bathroom, making sure there were fresh towels, before he adjusted some of the furniture and crossed to the small closet. He opened the door and pulled out the outfit he wanted Janie to wear, and then left the room.
This time he didn’t lock the door. He jogged up the stairs and laid the outfit on her bed. She wanted more; well, today he’d give it to her. Today, he was going to push her boundaries.
“Oh, my, God. It smells delicious in here,” Janie said as she entered the kitchen almost an hour later.
Cole looked up from his tablet. “You’ve got ten minutes. Shower, shave, and come back here dressed in the outfit I’ve laid on your bed.” He kept his tone brisk even as his gaze took in her scantily clad body.
Her hand fluttered to her neck. He hid a grin. No, the necklace wasn’t there. He was going to call the shots today. If she wasn’t up to playing, then she would have to tell him. According to her journal, she wanted him to take more control. He would see if that was true.
“Aye, Aye, Captain, Sir.” She gave him a saucy salute and bounded out of the room.
While she was gone, Cole made a fresh pot of coffee and pulled out a plate. His nerves were dancing with excitement. He didn’t want to be excited about teaching Janie, but he was. There was something about her that drew him in, and he couldn’t seem to resist her.
He wasn’t going to analyze his feelings right now. It was one thing he promised himself this morning, especially after reading her journal. He would allow the situation to take its own course, and he’d keep his emotions in check as best as he could. He stared at the clock and waited.
When the hand ticked to ten-fifteen, he debated about going upstairs and getting her. By ten-twenty, his palms itched. At ten-twenty-five, the timer went off, and he pulled the cinnamon rolls out. She was fifteen minutes late.
“Cole.”
Her soft, hesitant voice floated over to him. He turned from the stove to see her in the doorway with a short robe on, but the necklace gleamed around her throat. He released a breath. She was willing to play, but he frowned. “That’s not what I had out for you to wear.” Why had she put a robe on?
“No, but ... ”
“There is no but, Janie. You have your necklace on so I’m assuming that means you’re willing to play.” He waited and she nodded. “Then please go dress in the outfit I laid out. You’re already fifteen minutes late.”
Her gaze dropped at his tone. “Yes, Sir.” Her hands went to the tie of the robe. She loosened it and let the robe slip off.
A fist slammed into his gut. Yes, he’d seen her fully naked, but it was nothing compared to how she looked in the teddy he’d given her. He took a deep breath. Her breasts were displayed through the strategically cut holes in the fabric. The lace around the holes cupped her tits, making them appear fuller. Her nipples stood proudly erect.
His gaze continued lower. The hem of the see-through material ended at the top of her belly button, and the crotchless thong cradled her mound. His mouth watered.
“Very nice,” he whispered.
“Why not naked?” She shifted from one foot to the other.
“Because I want you this way. And don’t forget how to address me.” He gestured to the chair he’d pulled out. “Sit down.”
