me like I’m a little kid, his strong arms barely registering my weight. There are some advantages to being short. The crowd still surrounds us, but it’s clearing, buzzing with voices.
“They’re talking about you, you know? You sure know how to take a spanking.”
“You sure know how to give them. Fucking A.”
“My hand burns like a motherfucker, just so you know.”
“Good. You deserve it, you brute.” I only murmur, not having the energy for full on brattiness.
“I regret nothing.” His voice sounds so self-righteous that I can’t help laughing.
He finds a couch and sits, keeping me in his lap. He strokes me along the arms and through my hair. It’s so nice to come down like that, to feel safe and cozy in his arms.
I’m dozing when something occurs to me. “Gabriel?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“Oh right. Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself.”
“I really liked that dress.”
“Me too. You looked fantastic in it. I’ll get you three more.”
“That’s nice, but what about now? I can’t really go home like this. Heck, even here I feel a bit weird now that we’re not scening.”
“I’ll find you something, but I wanna hold you a little longer first.”
Good enough for me. I snuggle closer, leeching his warmth.
––––––––
“D awn?” Someone’s calling my name, but I’m so comfortable here. “Dawn?”
My eyes pop open, and I remember where I am. God, I’m exhausted. I stir, but I don’t want him to let go.
“You’re awake.” His smile makes my stomach drop. It should be registered as a lethal weapon, or something. “Listen, why don’t you just take it easy on the couch here, okay? I’m gonna go see about something for you to wear.”
“Okay.” I don’t really want him to go, but I can be practical, I guess. If I have to.
“Alright. I’ll be right back.” He lifts me and puts me down on the couch, the smooth black leather cool against my ass. It’s still aching, so that’s not so bad, actually, but I still scramble to the warm spot he leaves behind when he gets up.
“Don’t be long, okay?”
“I won’t, babe.”
I watch him disappear around the corner, leaving me alone. I curl up, feeling exposed. God, where are we going with this? He’s been talking about business and being professional, but there’s one hell of a connection between us. And the way he talked during the scene, I’m surprised he didn’t tear his pants off and fuck me right there.
What’s holding him back? I asked him to. Hell, begged him to. We need to talk, I guess. Figure out where we stand. If he wants to make the leap, I’m totally there. People are so difficult.
“Hey.” My head snaps to the voice, recognizing it as Vivian’s immediately. She’s dressed to kill, her bright red hair and lipstick standing out against her corseted black leather minidress and black patent stilettos.
Great. Just what I need. A visit from the bdsm goddess herself. I sigh. “Hi.”
“I guess Gabriel didn’t get the message this morning?” She asks, but obviously she knows.
“Guess I forgot.”
“It’s okay, I got him on the phone later. I saw your session. Pretty hot. He was always good with the bratty girls.”
Totally not what I want to discuss right now, at least not with her. I mumble a reply. “Yeah, sure.”
“Listen, I just wanted give you a little warning, from someone who knows him a lot better than you do.”
That gets my hackles up. What business is that of hers? “Yeah? And what might that be?”
“Whoa, easy, easy. I’m just the messenger here. He’s agreed to get back together with me. So while I won’t stop you guys playing if he wants to, I wouldn’t count on it. He tends to stick to one girl at a time.”
What a bitch. “So why did he just play with me then? You guys didn’t agree on this just now, did you?”
“Oh, no, no, it was earlier. But you know, he’d promised. He’s a pretty straight up guy, and he
“They’re talking about you, you know? You sure know how to take a spanking.”
“You sure know how to give them. Fucking A.”
“My hand burns like a motherfucker, just so you know.”
“Good. You deserve it, you brute.” I only murmur, not having the energy for full on brattiness.
“I regret nothing.” His voice sounds so self-righteous that I can’t help laughing.
He finds a couch and sits, keeping me in his lap. He strokes me along the arms and through my hair. It’s so nice to come down like that, to feel safe and cozy in his arms.
I’m dozing when something occurs to me. “Gabriel?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“Oh right. Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself.”
“I really liked that dress.”
“Me too. You looked fantastic in it. I’ll get you three more.”
“That’s nice, but what about now? I can’t really go home like this. Heck, even here I feel a bit weird now that we’re not scening.”
“I’ll find you something, but I wanna hold you a little longer first.”
Good enough for me. I snuggle closer, leeching his warmth.
––––––––
“D awn?” Someone’s calling my name, but I’m so comfortable here. “Dawn?”
My eyes pop open, and I remember where I am. God, I’m exhausted. I stir, but I don’t want him to let go.
“You’re awake.” His smile makes my stomach drop. It should be registered as a lethal weapon, or something. “Listen, why don’t you just take it easy on the couch here, okay? I’m gonna go see about something for you to wear.”
“Okay.” I don’t really want him to go, but I can be practical, I guess. If I have to.
“Alright. I’ll be right back.” He lifts me and puts me down on the couch, the smooth black leather cool against my ass. It’s still aching, so that’s not so bad, actually, but I still scramble to the warm spot he leaves behind when he gets up.
“Don’t be long, okay?”
“I won’t, babe.”
I watch him disappear around the corner, leaving me alone. I curl up, feeling exposed. God, where are we going with this? He’s been talking about business and being professional, but there’s one hell of a connection between us. And the way he talked during the scene, I’m surprised he didn’t tear his pants off and fuck me right there.
What’s holding him back? I asked him to. Hell, begged him to. We need to talk, I guess. Figure out where we stand. If he wants to make the leap, I’m totally there. People are so difficult.
“Hey.” My head snaps to the voice, recognizing it as Vivian’s immediately. She’s dressed to kill, her bright red hair and lipstick standing out against her corseted black leather minidress and black patent stilettos.
Great. Just what I need. A visit from the bdsm goddess herself. I sigh. “Hi.”
“I guess Gabriel didn’t get the message this morning?” She asks, but obviously she knows.
“Guess I forgot.”
“It’s okay, I got him on the phone later. I saw your session. Pretty hot. He was always good with the bratty girls.”
Totally not what I want to discuss right now, at least not with her. I mumble a reply. “Yeah, sure.”
“Listen, I just wanted give you a little warning, from someone who knows him a lot better than you do.”
That gets my hackles up. What business is that of hers? “Yeah? And what might that be?”
“Whoa, easy, easy. I’m just the messenger here. He’s agreed to get back together with me. So while I won’t stop you guys playing if he wants to, I wouldn’t count on it. He tends to stick to one girl at a time.”
What a bitch. “So why did he just play with me then? You guys didn’t agree on this just now, did you?”
“Oh, no, no, it was earlier. But you know, he’d promised. He’s a pretty straight up guy, and he
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