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semen filled the condom and I felt it
deep inside my pussy. That was all it took. My muscles tightened
and his groans became louder but my cries finally drowned out
his.
    Seconds, minutes, I don’t know but
his arms came around me, holding me tight. My body was limp and
satisfied. I didn’t think I had ever felt this way. But, I was
exhausted. His body disengaged with mine, he disposed of the
condom, and then pulled a blanket over us but kept his arms around
me.
    I slept through the night. Early
morning sunlight shown through the sheer window coverings woke me
up. I was alone. There was a bathrobe at the foot of the bed. It
wasn’t the skimpy silk one from the night before. This one was soft
plush terry cloth and when I put it on, it ended at my
feet.
    I went in search of my Dom.
    Sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and
reading the paper was the last person I expected to see. Carl
looked up when I approached.
    “Good morning, I’ve brought some
clothes for you and then I’m to escort you back to your rooms.
Samson has been walked and fed this morning and I was told to let
you sleep and that you will not be working tonight.”
    “Where is he?”
    “He left on a business trip and should be back in a
few days.”
    My world collapsed. Carl didn’t
look at me just stood and carried his coffee cup into the kitchen.
I glanced around and spotted my bag. Picking it up, I went in
search of a bathroom. I wasn’t going back into the bedroom. I
couldn’t.
    The mirror showed my sleep tousled
hair. The eyes reflecting back at me were devastated. Why didn’t he
tell me he was leaving? He could have left me a note, anything. The
more I thought about it the less hurt I felt and the more anger
took over. I jerked on my clothes and went out to Carl. We went
through the front door and walked to a different set of elevator
doors. We walked inside and Carl entered a code. The doors opened
and we were in a bedroom. It looked familiar and then I heard Sam
whine on the other side of the closed bedroom door. We were in one
of the rooms of my apartment.
    I looked at Carl. “Will my code work on this
elevator and take me to Damian’s suite?”
    Carl glanced away. “I don’t know.
Damian would need to set the access code with your room
code.”
    “I see, thank you for your escort, I’ll see you
tonight.”
    “Damian gave you the night off.”
    “When the rats away the mice will play. I’ll see you
tonight.”
    Carl left. I tried the elevator
but my room code didn’t work.

Chapter
Twelve
     
    I opened the bedroom door and Sam
gave me exuberant kisses. He missed me. I lay down on the floor and
let him cuddle while I ran my hand through his short back fur. Then
I cried.
    I’m not sure how much time passed but a quiet knock
sounded at my front door. I pulled myself off the floor and opened
the door to find Raul. His arms came around me and I cried
harder.
    “Oh baby.”
    I felt myself lifted and my strong
submissive friend carried me to the couch and sat down holding me
on his lap. I felt gentle kisses on my head. I let everything out;
our night, Damian’s words, my hurt, and most of all my love. I
loved the damn hell spawn.
    Raul listened while offering
comfort. “He loves you too. I don’t know why he left without a word
but he’ll be back and you’ll see. The man only has eyes for you.
Even with his subs, his awareness is only for my red head blue eyed
girl. The man’s crazy for you.”
    I didn’t believe him because I was
too fucked up. I fought anorexia just like Damian accused me of. I
feared my body returning to what it had been. And then there was
part of me that loved the way my body used to be. I wanted a man to
love me and every ounce of fat or muscle I possessed. I wanted to
be cherished for the woman who screamed to get out of a world where
perfection ruled. The little fat girl wanted to know she was
beautiful.
    Raul fed me then put me to bed and
I slept for the better part of the day. I finally showered