“I think she ran over to her apartment,” Ben said, taking a sip of his juice.
Breakfast was ready and waiting, likely going to get cold if the little rebel didn’t get her cute little ass back over here.
As though she heard us, the door opened, then closed. I was facing away from it, so I didn’t see her, but the way Ben’s eyes widened was telling.
Before I could turn around, there was a small hand on my shoulder.
“Is there anything else I can get you two?” she asked sweetly.
I peered over to see the sexy little submissive wearing that leather bra we’d given her at the club, along with a tiny little apron that barely covered the leather G-string. She had on those sexy red heels and was smiling sweetly.
“I think we’re okay for the moment,” I told our naughty little waitress.
“Well, I’ll be right over here if you need me,” she said, motioning toward the kitchen before sauntering away, offering a prime view of her delectable ass.
I glanced over at Ben.
He offered a slight shrug.
So, clearly this wasn’t his doing.
Deciding to play the part, I reached for my fork and started to eat. Ben followed along, doing the same. A few minutes later, after I’d managed to drain my orange juice, I called out to her.
“Yes, sir?” she asked.
“Can I get some more juice?”
“Of course.” She took the glass and went to the refrigerator to refill it.
When she returned, she made sure to move up against me as she placed it on the table.
“Is there anything else?”
“Actually, yes,” I said, my voice rough with my arousal.
Her eyes widened and I could see the excitement there.
Nudging her out of the way, I got to my feet. As she took one step back, I grabbed her waist, lifted her off the floor, and walked her over to the island.
She giggled when I set her butt on the granite, her eyes never leaving my face.
“I figured I should give you your tip now,” I told her.
That damned beguiling grin only widened. “What did you have in mind?”
I knew she was thinking I was going to fuck her right there in the kitchen—which I was—but I had something else in mind first.
“Why don’t you help me, pup?”
Ben moved to my side, one of his hands resting on Addison’s thigh. The second he touched her, she inhaled sharply.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the item I’d slipped in there after I dressed. My pup was already aware of it, so he didn’t seem surprised when I lifted it up and held it in front of Addison’s face.
She stared at it and I knew the instant she realized what it was because tears formed in her eyes. Her attention shot up to my face, then over to Ben’s before coming to rest on mine again.
“Is that…?”
I smiled. “It’s a collar.”
It was a platinum chain with two rings on it. The rings connected the chain links together. They weren’t typical locks, like many collars had. I had opted for something different, something that reflected our connection more than ownership.
I placed the rings flat on my hand, the engraved side up. On one ring, etched in the metal following the shape of the circle was: Mr. Parker’s little rebel. On the other: Mr. Snowden’s precious girl.
In a move that caught me completely off guard, Addison lunged toward me, throwing her arms around my neck, then jerking me closer. I laughed when she began raining kisses down on my mouth.
“I love you, Mr. Parker.”
“I know, pet,” I teased.
She released me, then turned to Ben.
“I love you, Mr. Snowden.”
“I love you, too, precious.”
“Can one of you put it on me?” she squealed, lifting her hair up.
Reaching behind her, I fixed the necklace on her, positioning both rings so that they were at the front, visible for everyone to see.
She touched the necklace with shaking fingers and stared back at the two of us.
That was when I reached into my pocket and retrieved the other item.
Keeping it hidden, I turned to Ben.
“She’s not the only one, pup. I’ve got something for you, too.”
He seemed surprised and I realized how much I enjoyed throwing him a curve ball.
Opening my hand, I held up the cuff links I’d had made for him. They matched the favorite set I owned, with one difference.
He took them from my palm and lifted them up to read the inscription.
It was simple. On both was the word: Mine.
When he looked back at me, I could see the emotion in his eyes. Feeling that strange discomfort at all the sentiment, I decided it was time to get things back on less shaky ground.
“As for the rest of your tip, naughty waitress,” I told Addison, “I think it’ll be best if you lie back now.”
She grinned but didn’t argue.
