in the
ribs. “The same applies here.”
He sighed as though pained and rolled his eyes. “Whatever
you say. Have it your way. This had better be worth all the suspense.”
“Oh, I think it will be. You wait and see.” She eyed the
expanse of countryside and the backdrop of mountains through the window,
indicating that part of their conversation was over. Though she was sure
he’d like where they were headed, a nugget of doubt wiggled inside her. God,
I hope I haven’t misjudged him. She studied his profile, taking in the
swell of his cheekbone and the dimple in his cheek. Shifting closer, she kissed
it and breathed in his scent, the splash of cologne he’d applied after their
shared shower earlier filling her nostrils. It brought to mind the times she’d
spent in his company on their lunch breaks, the scent swirling around her,
enticing her. And it remained with her long after the workday ended—she could
recall it at will on lonely nights, the memory a comfort on solitary evenings.
Kat squeezed his hand. “I’m so glad you came here. You know,
found the courage to tell me how you feel. I’ve got to wonder whether I’d have
been able to do the same on my return if you hadn’t arrived when you did. Maybe
the week away from you would have forced me into a confession, although doing
so at work with the risk of others overhearing didn’t appeal. I mean, what if
you’d told me to take a hike?”
“Never,” he said. “You’re stuck with me now.”
Warmth spread inside her, as if love seeped out of her heart
to fill her body. She stared out the window misty-eyed, spotting town buildings
coming into view, gray and brown squares topped with white fluffy clouds. The
bus drew nearer and turned right, trundling up a single-lane road and pulling
to a stop halfway up to allow another driver to pass. Their journey resumed and
minutes passed with Kat in silent contemplation of how their dungeon visit
would go. She’d seen inside one while browsing the Internet and had gasped at
the array of implements available for every pleasure. Whips, crops, paddles—the
amount had staggered her—yet her cunt had clenched as she’d imagined using them
on a lover.
Her cunt clenched now and she crossed her legs, leaning out
into the aisle to get a better view of the upcoming town through the
windshield. The sprawling habitat grew bigger, the bus chugging past outlying
houses and into the town proper, grinding to what seemed a relieved stop at the
bus station.
“I’m surprised this old rust bucket even got us here,” she
said to Dan as they waited for the other passengers to get off first.
“Let’s hope your surprise has more life in it than this bus
then.” He laughed and kissed her nose tip.
“Oh, it’s got life in it, all right.” She giggled and left
her seat, taking Dan’s hand to lead him off the bus.
Outside, Kat scanned their surroundings and found a town map
mounted inside a large case on the wall of the ticket office. She pulled Dan
toward it and studied the streets, searching for the one she needed. It was
close to the bus station, down a side street, and she smiled, tugging Dan along
behind her.
“Come on now, Kat. Where are we going?” Dan tried to slow
down, his feet dragging.
“Part of the fun is not knowing,” she said, smiling at him
over her shoulder.
“And how did you find out about this place?” He upped his
pace, walking alongside her.
“Last night on the Internet.” She looked at him.
“Last night?” His mouth dropped open and his brows rose.
“And just what were you doing up in the middle of the night, woman?”
Kat laughed, excitement burbling through her. “I couldn’t
sleep. Didn’t you know men are renowned for dropping off straight after sex,
leaving a woman wide awake and staring at the ceiling?”
He grimaced and stared ahead. Kat smiled, her heart
fluttering as they neared the side street. She turned down a single lane covered
in small paving stones and Dan
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