dinner, and now the time for us to part had arrived.
Until the following morning when I’d see him at work again.
He slid his hand into my panties. “You’re so sexy.” His mouth left a wet trail down my neck, and every flick of his tongue coiled between my thighs. Excitement ignited at the idea of him taking me in the foyer, against the wall like he had the previous weekend. I spread my legs to give him better access.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short spurts.
“Who am I?”
“My Master.”
“You want your Master’s cock inside here?” He stroked my opening, then dipped a finger into that pleasurable place.
My head fell back against his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m not going to give you what you want right now.” He rubbed a circle around my clit. “And you know the rules—no masturbation. If you want it badly enough, come to me on your lunch hour tomorrow and beg for it.” He gripped my hair, holding my head in place. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I breathed.
He helped me into my coat, and then relinquished my purse and cell phone. “I was impressed by your research paper, by the way. You’ve learned a lot, and your behavior has showcased it.” He whirled me around and pulled me against him. His mouth descended, and we said goodbye with a long slide of tongues.
“See you tomorrow at work.” He opened the door for me, and I stepped into the late evening winter chill. As I hurried to my car, I felt the weight of his stare and almost looked back twice. Only after I’d slid into the driver’s seat did I allow my gaze to linger on him. His eyes never strayed as I backed down the driveway. The notion was naive, but I couldn’t help but smile as a sense of freedom settled over me. Freedom to see Eve. I couldn’t wait to hold her. Visiting the hospital didn’t take long, as it was late and Eve was tired, but I did get my cuddle time in and was relieved to find some color in her cheeks for the first time in weeks. Apparently Ian had taken my request to be left alone seriously—there’d been no sight of him, not even a quick passing in the halls as I left.
So I was stunned to find him waiting for me in my driveway, especially since I hadn’t told him where I lived.
“You shouldn’t be here!” I shouted the instant I exited my car. Swift anger rose until it burst free—anger at Gage for making my life so damn complicated, and anger toward Ian for making me want something I’d made myself give up years ago. I remembered in vivid clarity all the times we’d sat thigh-to-thigh on the couch watching movies during college, or how he’d wrapped his body around mine, holding on as I cried. His mere presence had been enough to set my head spinning back then; now was no different, despite the passing years.
Despite my crazy circumstances of which he knew nothing—and could know nothing—about.
I halted a few feet in front of him and crossed my arms. My angry display didn’t deter him. He narrowed the short distance, standing close enough to make me high off the spicy scent of his cologne.
“I shouldn’t be here? Or you don’t want me here? There’s a big difference.”
I studied his white sneakers, jarred by how easily he sliced through my defenses with calm patience.
He tilted my chin up. “Tell me to leave . . . tell me you feel nothing for me, and I’ll never bother you again, I promise.”
I blinked several times, hating how Gage had turned me into a blubbering, crying female. I hadn’t cried this often in years. Not since Rick had pushed and beat until the tears flowed, until he’d known he had the power to pound on me just as easily with hurtful words as he did his fists. “I can’t tell you that.” My voice cracked, as did my self-control. He opened his arms, and I fell into them.
“What’s going on, Kayla? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all weekend. I wanted to
Until the following morning when I’d see him at work again.
He slid his hand into my panties. “You’re so sexy.” His mouth left a wet trail down my neck, and every flick of his tongue coiled between my thighs. Excitement ignited at the idea of him taking me in the foyer, against the wall like he had the previous weekend. I spread my legs to give him better access.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short spurts.
“Who am I?”
“My Master.”
“You want your Master’s cock inside here?” He stroked my opening, then dipped a finger into that pleasurable place.
My head fell back against his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m not going to give you what you want right now.” He rubbed a circle around my clit. “And you know the rules—no masturbation. If you want it badly enough, come to me on your lunch hour tomorrow and beg for it.” He gripped my hair, holding my head in place. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I breathed.
He helped me into my coat, and then relinquished my purse and cell phone. “I was impressed by your research paper, by the way. You’ve learned a lot, and your behavior has showcased it.” He whirled me around and pulled me against him. His mouth descended, and we said goodbye with a long slide of tongues.
“See you tomorrow at work.” He opened the door for me, and I stepped into the late evening winter chill. As I hurried to my car, I felt the weight of his stare and almost looked back twice. Only after I’d slid into the driver’s seat did I allow my gaze to linger on him. His eyes never strayed as I backed down the driveway. The notion was naive, but I couldn’t help but smile as a sense of freedom settled over me. Freedom to see Eve. I couldn’t wait to hold her. Visiting the hospital didn’t take long, as it was late and Eve was tired, but I did get my cuddle time in and was relieved to find some color in her cheeks for the first time in weeks. Apparently Ian had taken my request to be left alone seriously—there’d been no sight of him, not even a quick passing in the halls as I left.
So I was stunned to find him waiting for me in my driveway, especially since I hadn’t told him where I lived.
“You shouldn’t be here!” I shouted the instant I exited my car. Swift anger rose until it burst free—anger at Gage for making my life so damn complicated, and anger toward Ian for making me want something I’d made myself give up years ago. I remembered in vivid clarity all the times we’d sat thigh-to-thigh on the couch watching movies during college, or how he’d wrapped his body around mine, holding on as I cried. His mere presence had been enough to set my head spinning back then; now was no different, despite the passing years.
Despite my crazy circumstances of which he knew nothing—and could know nothing—about.
I halted a few feet in front of him and crossed my arms. My angry display didn’t deter him. He narrowed the short distance, standing close enough to make me high off the spicy scent of his cologne.
“I shouldn’t be here? Or you don’t want me here? There’s a big difference.”
I studied his white sneakers, jarred by how easily he sliced through my defenses with calm patience.
He tilted my chin up. “Tell me to leave . . . tell me you feel nothing for me, and I’ll never bother you again, I promise.”
I blinked several times, hating how Gage had turned me into a blubbering, crying female. I hadn’t cried this often in years. Not since Rick had pushed and beat until the tears flowed, until he’d known he had the power to pound on me just as easily with hurtful words as he did his fists. “I can’t tell you that.” My voice cracked, as did my self-control. He opened his arms, and I fell into them.
“What’s going on, Kayla? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all weekend. I wanted to
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