fondle her tits until she squirmed with need. He’d insist she remain still with her hands at her sides while he worked her into a state of arousal. He knew exactly how to time his attention to her chest just right so that the moment they arrived at their destination, she was a ball of need.
Lori squeezed her hands into tight fists and let them fall to her sides, remembering how he would step from the car as though nothing had happened and demand she follow him so fast she could barely make her legs cooperate with the command. Like jelly, she would wobble at his side, her pussy pleading silently to no avail for release.
Lori wanted to rub her pussy, let her fingers delve between her legs and press into the nub that now felt constricted beyond belief. But she couldn’t do it. Even masturbating to the memory of Jude felt like a betrayal of his orders. Orders that were old and in no way effective.
And yet, here she sat for so long her hands hurt from gripping them into fists. But she didn’t dare touch herself. As though the demands of a long-lost Dom still ruled her every waking moment.
She had no idea how long she waited. She couldn’t move. She didn’t even know what she would do if she stood. She was frozen in time. Waiting…for what?
Finally Margaret returned from her shower.
Lori jerked her head to see over her shoulder. Her neck ached from sitting there so long, stiff from lack of movement.
Margaret walked by without a word and headed for the kitchen. Seconds later she padded back down the hall with another bottle of water.
What the fuck was Lori supposed to do now?
She stood, wiped her hands on her jeans and headed for the master bath on resistant legs. Facing Margaret head-on was the only respectable way she could handle this. She leaned against the counter and twisted her hands while she waited for Margaret to dry her hair.
Margaret finally set the dryer down and met Lori’s gaze.
“I never meant for this to happen.”
“I know.” Margaret sighed. She put on the clothes she’d set next to the sink and reached for her comb. Her gorgeous black hair shone.
Finally she turned to Lori. She paused as though thinking about her next words.
Lori decided to spare her the confrontation. “I need some time.”
Margaret nodded and glanced down.
They stood in silence for long moments.
“I’m in love with you,” Margaret said.
“I know.” Lori squeezed her hands into fists. Damn Jude for putting her in this position. She’d been going along fine without him. One night and he’d shaken her to the core and made her doubt her position. Fuck him.
Margaret opened her drawer under the sink and began removing things. She stuffed them into her toiletry kit. “I’m going to go stay with some friends. You need to sort this out.”
“Yes.” Lori’s throat closed. Tears formed in her eyes. She was hurting the most important person in her life. And she had no choice. Now that Jude was in town, she had to find out what the hell he wanted from her. And she had to decide if she could risk her heart on him. She swallowed a mixture of aggravation and sorrow.
When Margaret paused to look at her, Lori stepped closer. She tentatively wrapped her arms around Margaret’s middle and held on for life.
Margaret returned the hug but not with the same amount of intensity she normally would have used. Before Jude. “I have to go.” She released Lori and scrambled from the room.
Lori didn’t move. She stood rooted to the bathroom tile, listening to Margaret as she quickly packed a bag. Margaret paused in the bathroom door before she left. “I love you. I hope you figure things out. I want the best for you.”
And then she left.
Jason pulled up to the rear of Emergence and stepped from the car before he saw the man leaning casually against the back wall. He paused for a moment as he shut the car door, his gaze landing on a larger, tanner, balder Jude than the one he remembered.
He ambled slowly toward the man
Lori squeezed her hands into tight fists and let them fall to her sides, remembering how he would step from the car as though nothing had happened and demand she follow him so fast she could barely make her legs cooperate with the command. Like jelly, she would wobble at his side, her pussy pleading silently to no avail for release.
Lori wanted to rub her pussy, let her fingers delve between her legs and press into the nub that now felt constricted beyond belief. But she couldn’t do it. Even masturbating to the memory of Jude felt like a betrayal of his orders. Orders that were old and in no way effective.
And yet, here she sat for so long her hands hurt from gripping them into fists. But she didn’t dare touch herself. As though the demands of a long-lost Dom still ruled her every waking moment.
She had no idea how long she waited. She couldn’t move. She didn’t even know what she would do if she stood. She was frozen in time. Waiting…for what?
Finally Margaret returned from her shower.
Lori jerked her head to see over her shoulder. Her neck ached from sitting there so long, stiff from lack of movement.
Margaret walked by without a word and headed for the kitchen. Seconds later she padded back down the hall with another bottle of water.
What the fuck was Lori supposed to do now?
She stood, wiped her hands on her jeans and headed for the master bath on resistant legs. Facing Margaret head-on was the only respectable way she could handle this. She leaned against the counter and twisted her hands while she waited for Margaret to dry her hair.
Margaret finally set the dryer down and met Lori’s gaze.
“I never meant for this to happen.”
“I know.” Margaret sighed. She put on the clothes she’d set next to the sink and reached for her comb. Her gorgeous black hair shone.
Finally she turned to Lori. She paused as though thinking about her next words.
Lori decided to spare her the confrontation. “I need some time.”
Margaret nodded and glanced down.
They stood in silence for long moments.
“I’m in love with you,” Margaret said.
“I know.” Lori squeezed her hands into fists. Damn Jude for putting her in this position. She’d been going along fine without him. One night and he’d shaken her to the core and made her doubt her position. Fuck him.
Margaret opened her drawer under the sink and began removing things. She stuffed them into her toiletry kit. “I’m going to go stay with some friends. You need to sort this out.”
“Yes.” Lori’s throat closed. Tears formed in her eyes. She was hurting the most important person in her life. And she had no choice. Now that Jude was in town, she had to find out what the hell he wanted from her. And she had to decide if she could risk her heart on him. She swallowed a mixture of aggravation and sorrow.
When Margaret paused to look at her, Lori stepped closer. She tentatively wrapped her arms around Margaret’s middle and held on for life.
Margaret returned the hug but not with the same amount of intensity she normally would have used. Before Jude. “I have to go.” She released Lori and scrambled from the room.
Lori didn’t move. She stood rooted to the bathroom tile, listening to Margaret as she quickly packed a bag. Margaret paused in the bathroom door before she left. “I love you. I hope you figure things out. I want the best for you.”
And then she left.
Jason pulled up to the rear of Emergence and stepped from the car before he saw the man leaning casually against the back wall. He paused for a moment as he shut the car door, his gaze landing on a larger, tanner, balder Jude than the one he remembered.
He ambled slowly toward the man
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