His Mission

PART TWO – HIS MISSION CHAPTER 1: Terry –––––––– Terry had found his perfect little sub and wasn’t letting Maggie get away that easily. He wasn’t tired of f*****g her yet. “Why do you have to leave? Your kids don’t come home until Sunday.” “I have to work tonight.” Maggie looked in the mirror and straightened her hair. “What time?” “Five.” “That’s hours from now.” Which gave him hours to convince her to call off. It was a shitty job anyway. “I have to pack.” She headed into the bedroom. “Pack?” He followed, watching the way her a*s bounced as she walked. God, he wanted to slap that butt and watch it jiggle as he f****d her. “Yeah, I have to move in a couple of weeks.” “Why?” She’d better not be moving far away. They were nowhere near done with their...It wasn’t a relationship, but unlike with his other subs, he hadn’t drawn up a contract. It didn’t matter what they called it. They were not done with each other. “Can’t afford to stay there since the divorce.” “Where are you moving?” “Not far.” She walked faster into the living room. That was good, but she was hiding something. As a lawyer, he was quite familiar with evasive answers. He leaned against the dining room table. “Where?” “Down the street a bit.” She looked around the living room. “Have you seen my purse?” He pointed to the table next to the door. She walked over and grabbed her phone from her purse. “What are you doing?” “Calling an Uber.” “Don’t.” They’d been over this, again and again. “You can use my car. It’s just sitting in the garage.” “I’m not taking your car.” “Why? I don’t use it. No one does.” He’d never met such a stubborn woman. “I bought it for my daughter as a college graduation present but she wanted a European trip. So, the car sits there.” He walked across the room toward her. “You’d be doing me a favor. It’s not good for cars to sit. They need to be driven.” Like women needed to be f****d. “Plus, you agreed to obey me.” “That’s only when...you know.” She blushed as she waved her hand. She was adorable. “When we f**k. Say it.” He stepped closer to her, letting her feel the pull of attraction between them. “No. You know what I meant.” She stepped aside and started to punch numbers into her phone. He snatched it from her. “Hey, give that back.” He couldn’t believe he was reduced to this. He held it in the air out of her reach, as his mind scrambled for a way to make her stay. “Stop acting like a child and give me my phone.” She was right, but she brought out the worst in him. “If you won’t take the car, at least, let me drive you home.” He handed her the phone. She frowned but nodded. “Thank you.” “Give me a moment.” He went into his bedroom and came back with his keys and his gym bag. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need the change of clothes because of working out. “Ready?” He opened the door to the garage and stepped aside so she could go first. She eyed the bag but kept her suspicions to herself like a good little sub.