Free Controlling Interest by Francesca Hawley

“I don’t need to do that. Nothing happened.”
    “Apologize, Mouse. Knowing him, he’ll expect it, and if you
don’t, it will reflect poorly on the club. And that’s what this is all about,
isn’t it? You want the money mother left you.” He pulled open the office door
and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.
    “Well, fuck,” she groaned, falling into a nearby chair.
     
    Tor stood in the hall, taking deep breaths. His fantasy girl
on Saturday night had been Mouse. He’d fucked her and it had been…amazing. Just
fucking amazing. He groaned as he recalled the experience and his cock
stiffened painfully. If he’d known it was her, he would have spent all night
enjoying her. Shit.
    He sighed. Mouse had been sweet, sexy and so surprised by
her reactions that it had been a pleasure to tutor her. He shook his head,
wanting to smash his fist into the wall. Something about the submissive
had reminded him of Mouse, but he dismissed it. Now he wished that he hadn’t.
    But what good would it have done him to know who she was?
While it meant something to him to know his submissive lover had been
Mouse, it obviously meant nothing to her. If it had been important to her, she
would have told him. Should have told him. Instead, she played innocent.
Pretended that he never put her over his lap to spank her or that he’d never
been inside her hot, wet cunt. He growled.
    Shit, had she done it just to secure the damn inheritance?
He took another deep breath. No. He’d known her for years and that was one
thing he knew about her. She might want the inheritance, but he didn’t think
she’d lie and steal to get it. It just wasn’t part of who she was because she
could have robbed his mother blind if she’d really been of criminal intent.
Instead, she’d been Regine’s guardian—standing between his mother and the rest
of the world. Especially at the end.
    Tor groaned as the prospect of six months of this distance
between them suddenly loomed like a hurricane on the horizon. God help him if
Mouse took another Dominant as her lover. God help them both.

Chapter Five
     
    Mouse was on her way over. Now what? Two months of
butting heads with her was getting old. Damn old. He glared at her as she
approached. For a moment she quailed then a determined expression stiffened her
expression and she tilted her chin. Why did she have to be so fucking cute?
Life wasn’t fair.
    “Sir?” A soft melodious voice asked. “Master Torin?”
    He blinked and glanced down. Drago was shopping for a new
play partner and Torin was serving as an aide de camp. “Yes, Michele?”
    “I’ve been very bad…” she purred. “Please punish me.”
    He was torn between humor and irritation. The only
submissive he’d wanted for two months was the most elusive one alive. Mouse.
Celibacy sucked. He couldn’t make himself take anyone but Mouse, but he
couldn’t have her.
    “Tor, can I talk to you?”
    He turned to frown at Mouse. “No.” He turned to look back at
Michele, but Mouse didn’t move. In fact, he could hear her toe start to tap in
irritation. He sighed and turned his gaze back to her. “Make it fast.”
    “I have a suggestion.”
    “Oh Lord no.” he groaned. “Not another one.”
    “Very funny.” She sniffed. “I think it would be a good idea
to begin offering classes for our members.”
    “Classes?”
    “Yes. Beginners classes…you know like etiquette.”
    She nodded and smiled sheepishly at Master Drago. He winked
at her. Fuck. Drago winked at his Mouse. He clenched every muscle in his body
to keep himself in check. If he launched at Drago, the other man would wipe the
floor with him.
    “I’ll think about it, Mouse.”
    “And also how-to classes. You know intermediate and advanced
level. It’s important for new Dominants and submissives to find mentors, and we
could facilitate that.”
    He opened his mouth to tell her no when Drago smiled at her.
    “Miss Mouse is very astute, Tor. I’ve suggested you