The force of Flynn’s anger on behalf of Zansi didn’t surprise him. He had never felt so protective of anybody but his sister. What surprised him was how he was able to control that anger.

Flynn had been in plenty of fights in his life so he knew that when his anger reached the point it had; fists would be flying in the past. But now, as enraged as he was, it was more important to comfort Zansi and not scare her. She probably wouldn’t respond well to Flynn putting her brother in the hospital.

He held her close as they walked down the sidewalk to his house. Their house, at least for now.

When they walked in, Vera met them holding baby Alice. Zansi brightened.

“I’ll go put your stuff upstairs. Why don’t you have some time with Alice,” Flynn suggested.

Zansi smiled. “Thank you. I would very much like that. How are you, Vera?”

Vera handed the baby to Zansi. “I am well, sweetheart. Congratulations on the marriage. I think Flynn and Alice are lucky to have you.”

Flynn stopped on the stairs. “We are, Vera, very lucky. If you want to go home now, we can manage from here. We won’t need you until Monday at three when I go to work.”

***

Vera smiled and nodded. She kissed baby Alice’s wispy hair and slid her coat on.

Zansi watched Flynn disappear into the upper floor. She walked to Vera.

“Vera, there are things that I cannot tell you about our marriage, but you can probably guess given the social worker’s threat. Can we keep that between us?”

Vera cupped Zansi’s cheek. “What you’ve done is a wonderful thing. You don’t have to worry about me. I am simply the nanny for a beautiful family.”

Zansi smiled and watched Vera walk out the door. She kissed Alice’s soft head and looked around for the first time.

The last time she was here, she caused quite a scene. She hadn't had a chance to really look at Flynn’s home.

It was breathtaking. It reminded her of a California Hollywood Hills home. The floor was marble as well as the winding stairs. There was black wrought iron scroll as a banister leading up to the second floor. There was a crystal chandelier in the foyer making the space elegant and regal. She could almost imagine Rita Haywood on the staircase looking over her shoulder.

She walked into the open living space which held several couches and comfortable chairs. It was definitely a space for entertaining. The large bar separated the space from the kitchen. The windows went almost floor to ceiling, letting the light warm the space.

Zansi sat down in the cushioned rocking chair and gently rocked the baby.

By the time Flynn came into the room, Alice was sound asleep in Zansi’s arms.

Flynn looked at her strangely before smiling. “Come on, you can put her down and I’ll show you the rest of the house.”

Zansi followed Flynn up the stairs and into a spacious nursery. It was obvious an interior designer created the space. It was glorious with woodland creatures painted on the walls, an area with a rocking chair, an elaborate changing table, and the most adorable crib that almost looked like it was made from saplings.

“What a beautiful space,” Zansi whispered.

Flynn crossed his arms making his biceps bulge. The white dress shirt he wore strained against the fabric. His stance emphasized the force of his thighs and the slimness of his hips. A surge of need swept over her. It was ridiculous, how could she want him so badly after a night filled with orgasms?

Shyly, she put Alice down in her crib.

Flynn took her hand and waved his arms. “You are obviously familiar with everything here. It will just take you a bit to find everything. Feel free to rearrange anything you like,” he said and led her into the hall.

Her pulse quickened as he held her hand. Just that little bit of contact felt wonderful, like she had come home.

A little way down the hall, he opened the door on the left. It was his bedroom. Wetness flooded her pussy as she looked upon a massive bed. It was an ordinary bed with no hooks for cuffs or chains. Too bad.

Zansi had to stifle a giggle. A week ago, she was a virgin, and now her preferences ran toward bondage sex.

His room was large but basic. It was clear all he did in his bedroom was sleep. There were no pictures or knick knacks cluttering the space.

He then led her directly across the hall and opened the door to the spare bedroom. Her suitcase sat on the big bed. This would be her room. She couldn’t help the disappointment that pierced her heart. It was stupid to think they would sleep together.

Flynn had made it clear that he wanted to be her master at the club but at home he wouldn’t blur the lines. Home was for pretending to be a family to keep Alice with Flynn. Nothing more. They would both be playing a part until the adoption was final. But the problem was, Zansi wouldn’t be pretending. She had fallen in love with Flynn and Alice. Her heart broke just a little bit.

***

Was it just wishful thinking that he saw a look of disappointment briefly cross Zansi’s face when she saw her suitcase in the spare room?

What Flynn had wanted to do was beg her to share his bed. In fact, he wanted to lay her out on his bed and lick her sweet pussy until she screamed his name. His cock was instantly on board with that plan as he grew uncomfortably hard.

“Listen, why don’t you explore while I shower and change. I need to check in at work briefly and then I will pick up something for dinner. Any preferences?”

Zansi smiled and his pulse raced. “Are you cooking?”

Flynn laughed. “Yeah, I can cook. I’m not just another pretty face, you know.”

She held his gaze. “No, you’re much more than a pretty face. Sure, you can cook tonight, and I will cook tomorrow. Could you handle an authentic Indian meal tomorrow?”

“Wow, that sounds amazing,” he said leaning down like he was going to kiss her but instead he hugged her. “Thank you, Zansi. I know that this is causing you pain.”

At the mention of her brother’s reaction, she stiffened and pulled away.

“I’m here because I want to be here, Flynn. I’ve been shy and afraid my whole life, but I feel stronger with you by my side. I truly believe everything is going to be okay. My brother will come around.”

Flynn kissed her hair and walked into his room. He didn’t trust himself not to tell her that he was happy for the first time in a very long time. He wouldn’t put any pressure on her. Expecting her to stay with him after the adoption would make him a selfish prick. She was completely disrupting her life for him and Alice.

No, he would say goodbye to Zansi when the adoption was final because that is what they had agreed on. Unless she told him that she didn’t want to leave, he would let her go. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying everything he could to make her want to stay.

*

Flynn had just responded to several emails in his office when Chris knocked on his door.

“Hey boss, you’re here early?”

Flynn sat back and steepled his fingers.

“Have a seat, Chris. Actually, I’m not here early. I’m just checking in. I’m taking the weekend off because I just got married,” he said, holding up his left hand.

Chris looked stunned. “No fucking way!”

Flynn grinned. “It’s true. I want you to call a meeting of all the masters for Monday night. It won’t take long; I just want to tell them myself. So keep it under your hat.”

Chris laughed. “No problem. No one would believe me anyway. Out of all the masters, I never would have pegged you for marriage. Are you going to still take requests?”

He should have expected that question, but it threw him a little.

“Um … no, only if Zansi wants someone to join us in the chamber,” he said honestly.

Chris’s eyebrows reached for his hairline. He shook his head. “I’m not sure I can live in this universe,” he mumbled and stood.

Flynn laughed. “You wait, Casanova, your time is coming. Someday you’ll meet the man of your dreams that will make you choose monogamy.”

Chris opened the office door and looked back. “Not bloody likely. I can’t even spell that. But, hey, if Master Flynn can be tamed, then anything is possible!” he said, saluting and walking out of the office.

Flynn sat staring at the door for some minutes. He had been talking about marriage and monogamy like that was his reality. He needed to get a grip on himself before he did something really stupid and fall in love with Zansi.

The voice in his head sent out warning signals because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was in love with Doctor Zansi Patel Steele. No, it hadn’t slipped his notice that she took his last name. Not for one fucking second. Now he just had to make sure she kept it.

He picked up his phone and sent a text.

“Any chance you can come play Monday after you get out of work?”

The reply came quickly to his immense pleasure.

“Yes.”

“What chamber would you like me to reserve?”

This reply wasn’t so quick. He stared at his phone and held his breath.

“The Bondage Chamber, please.”

Holy fucking Christ. He wasn’t going to make it until Monday night. 

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