Keisha sighed when Matt smirked at her as he drove past the chain doughnut shop where she’d had a brief relapse the last time she went shopping at this mall. “So you don’t believe I learned my lesson, huh? Think I need a Master’s discipline to keep away from temptations like that? Is that why you insisted on comin’ along to help me buy another new wardrobe?” The bright holiday lights bathed his handsome face in shades of red and green. “I’m just being careful with my most prized possession, baby. You got mighty sick the last time you treated yourself to all those doughnut holes. Besides, I like watching you try on new threads.” Matt pulled her Escalade into a parking spot and shut down the engine. “Get a move on. We don’t want to be late to the dungeon, do we?” “No, Master.” Her tone sounded so sickeningly sweet, Keisha thought she might have used up her allotted calories for the next week, just from listening to herself grovel. “What do you have in mind for me tonight?”
