“We’re done here. You can show yourself out.”
“Don’t you walk away from me.”
She slammed the bathroom door and locked it. It rattled a few times and then she heard him snarl. A couple of minutes later the door to the room opened and shut. She started the shower and set it as hot as she could stand so she could wash the sting of humiliation off. Noisy sobs racked her as the searing-hot water flowed down her aching body. She’d been the worst kind of fool and now she’d have to face him for the remainder of this year’s tour, at the very least. Resting her head against the shower wall, she wished for the strength to forget him. But though she stayed in the shower until her skin had turned prune-like, she was no closer to figuring out how.
* * * * *
Conner went back to his room to shower, change and grab his stuff for the first day of competition. He wanted to check in and then call Brady. He and his best friend were planning on getting some “guy time”. Hanging out at bars, drinking beer and watching sports. Conner was looking forward to it—he missed spending time with his friend. Guys weren’t supposed to miss their friends, but he and Brady had been close for years and Conner wasn’t afraid to admit Brady was a big part of his life.
Feeling even more depressed than he was when he left Jessica’s room, he hurried through his morning routine and went to the arena. Things were already in full swing. He and Jessica had slept late that morning, so he grabbed his number and went straight to the riders’ area, calling Brady on the way. “Hey, man, where are you?”
“In the med tent. My wrist’s acting up again. I’m getting it taped. You?”
“Just got here.”
“You’re shitting me. Why so late?”
“Tell ya later,” Conner mumbled, and Brady laughed.
“Oh, so it’s like that.”
“Not anymore it isn’t.” His answer came out as a growl and Conner couldn’t believe how angry he felt. Despite what Jessica had said he couldn’t help but feel duped—as if she’d set him up for all this.
“Okay,” Brady answered. “You gonna be in the setup area?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll come find you in a bit.” Brady hung up and Conner made his way to an open area.
He got out his rosin and began to prepare his bull rope, his mood black as he recalled the conversation with Jessica. The bitch of the whole thing was, he’d fucking love to have Jessica submit to him. He could easily picture her, naked and on her knees in his trailer, waiting for him. He’d come in, kiss her, and then thread his hands through those crazy curls of hers to hold her head on his cock while she sucked him off. Then he’d take her to bed and spend hours making her come. He’d kill to bind her breasts, and he’d be willing to bet she’d love every minute of it.
The images weren’t helping his state of mind, and to top it all off, now he was sporting a monster erection in the middle of the prep area.
Great. Just what I need—guys wondering why I’m popping woodies around them.
Brady finally appeared and plopped his stuff down. Beginning on his own bull rope, he looked at Conner out of the corner of his eye. “You wanna talk about it or do you wanna ride now and talk later?”
Conner shrugged. “Not much to talk about.”
“Is this mood because of the girl you told me about?”
“Yeah.”
“So what happened last night?” Brady asked in a low voice only Conner could hear.
“I fucked her. I chased her down in the hotel bar and took her back to her room and fucked her.”
“I take it something went wrong?”
Conner turned to him, leaning in. “Get this. She freaking knows I’m a Dom.”
Brady’s face showed his confusion. “How?”
“She saw me at the club I go to in Dallas.”
“Okay, but so what if she knows about the,” he glanced around, “Dom thing?”
“She wants me to, I dunno, tutor her or something. I was right. She’s a sub, but she’s new and she wants me to teach her
“Don’t you walk away from me.”
She slammed the bathroom door and locked it. It rattled a few times and then she heard him snarl. A couple of minutes later the door to the room opened and shut. She started the shower and set it as hot as she could stand so she could wash the sting of humiliation off. Noisy sobs racked her as the searing-hot water flowed down her aching body. She’d been the worst kind of fool and now she’d have to face him for the remainder of this year’s tour, at the very least. Resting her head against the shower wall, she wished for the strength to forget him. But though she stayed in the shower until her skin had turned prune-like, she was no closer to figuring out how.
* * * * *
Conner went back to his room to shower, change and grab his stuff for the first day of competition. He wanted to check in and then call Brady. He and his best friend were planning on getting some “guy time”. Hanging out at bars, drinking beer and watching sports. Conner was looking forward to it—he missed spending time with his friend. Guys weren’t supposed to miss their friends, but he and Brady had been close for years and Conner wasn’t afraid to admit Brady was a big part of his life.
Feeling even more depressed than he was when he left Jessica’s room, he hurried through his morning routine and went to the arena. Things were already in full swing. He and Jessica had slept late that morning, so he grabbed his number and went straight to the riders’ area, calling Brady on the way. “Hey, man, where are you?”
“In the med tent. My wrist’s acting up again. I’m getting it taped. You?”
“Just got here.”
“You’re shitting me. Why so late?”
“Tell ya later,” Conner mumbled, and Brady laughed.
“Oh, so it’s like that.”
“Not anymore it isn’t.” His answer came out as a growl and Conner couldn’t believe how angry he felt. Despite what Jessica had said he couldn’t help but feel duped—as if she’d set him up for all this.
“Okay,” Brady answered. “You gonna be in the setup area?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll come find you in a bit.” Brady hung up and Conner made his way to an open area.
He got out his rosin and began to prepare his bull rope, his mood black as he recalled the conversation with Jessica. The bitch of the whole thing was, he’d fucking love to have Jessica submit to him. He could easily picture her, naked and on her knees in his trailer, waiting for him. He’d come in, kiss her, and then thread his hands through those crazy curls of hers to hold her head on his cock while she sucked him off. Then he’d take her to bed and spend hours making her come. He’d kill to bind her breasts, and he’d be willing to bet she’d love every minute of it.
The images weren’t helping his state of mind, and to top it all off, now he was sporting a monster erection in the middle of the prep area.
Great. Just what I need—guys wondering why I’m popping woodies around them.
Brady finally appeared and plopped his stuff down. Beginning on his own bull rope, he looked at Conner out of the corner of his eye. “You wanna talk about it or do you wanna ride now and talk later?”
Conner shrugged. “Not much to talk about.”
“Is this mood because of the girl you told me about?”
“Yeah.”
“So what happened last night?” Brady asked in a low voice only Conner could hear.
“I fucked her. I chased her down in the hotel bar and took her back to her room and fucked her.”
“I take it something went wrong?”
Conner turned to him, leaning in. “Get this. She freaking knows I’m a Dom.”
Brady’s face showed his confusion. “How?”
“She saw me at the club I go to in Dallas.”
“Okay, but so what if she knows about the,” he glanced around, “Dom thing?”
“She wants me to, I dunno, tutor her or something. I was right. She’s a sub, but she’s new and she wants me to teach her
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