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Authors: Michele Zurlo
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Kat.” He took the keys from her shaking hand, moved her to the side, and disengaged the lock. “And you asked it from more than just me, didn’t you?”
He released her and motioned to the opened door.
She looked at the portal, knowing it led to either an escape from this strange encounter or entry into a foreign world. “You weren’t supposed to know that. Dustin said he’d keep it between us.”
“He did. I’m just fucking awesome at putting together the little clues.” He looked her up and down, never altering the impassive expression on his face. “Like the fact that you’re incredibly turned on right now. Yes, you’re afraid. I see that too. You’re a smart woman. You should be afraid.”
A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. Sometime between his deposition and now, she’d loosened the top three buttons on her blouse. Cool air came through the open door, but she made no move to enter. She regarded him warily. Perhaps she thought that if they went inside, the negotiation portion of the evening was over. He wasn’t much for negotiating anyway. Generally a sub either consented to doing things his way or he moved on.
Or maybe she was rethinking the entire dynamic. Part of the reason he’d walked away last weekend was because he knew she didn’t understand the scope of her request. Maybe tonight she would realize that she was better off not knowing this side of him.
He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her over the threshold. “We’re letting the air out, Kitty Kat. We’ll talk over dinner. I brought food.” After giving back her briefcase and coat, he grabbed a grocery sack and his gym bag from where he’d set them on her porch. Then he closed the door and locked it.
She stared at the gym bag, no doubt wondering at the caliber of torture equipment hidden inside. “What’s for dinner?”
This wasn’t the time to let her change the subject. He inclined his head toward the stairs. “Up you go. I think we’ll discuss expectations, and then punishments. You’re racking them up.”
Without further protest, she turned. He wished she’d protest. If she refused a punishment, he could call the whole thing off. Nevertheless he enjoyed the view as they headed up the stairs, and he counted the minutes until he could have her naked and over his lap.
The stairs terminated in a large area that served as the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. It wasn’t as private as his house—he had a dungeon; she had a downstairs neighbor—but it would suffice for tonight.
He set his bag down on the living-room side and carried the grocery sack to the kitchen. “What plans will you be canceling?”
“None. I have plans to meet my mom, Layla, and Aunt Cindy for brunch on Sunday. I’m not canceling on my mother. Her wrath scares me more than yours.”
She’d delivered her refusal with the appropriate gravity. He nodded. “I’ll allow that”
He unloaded fixings for a spinach salad and a béchamel sauce that would go over penne.
“I didn’t have any other plans. I was going to get some work done.”
Shaking his head, he rounded the counter and took her briefcase. “Work will wait until Monday. Don’t worry. When you get to the office, more will be waiting for you.”
She didn’t move, but she did look down the hall anxiously. He remembered the fear in her voice when she’d called the night before, and he frowned. What if the call hadn’t been designed to get him over here? What if something had actually happened?
Abandoning the food prep, he did a visual sweep of her apartment. He checked every room. She didn’t follow him, but she appeared vastly relieved when he returned with no news to report.
“Keith, I…I… You said…” She trailed off and licked her lips.
He put her briefcase in the hall closet and closed the door. “Get undressed. You can put your clothes in the laundry.”
She didn’t move, but he expected that. The first time a submissive must
He released her and motioned to the opened door.
She looked at the portal, knowing it led to either an escape from this strange encounter or entry into a foreign world. “You weren’t supposed to know that. Dustin said he’d keep it between us.”
“He did. I’m just fucking awesome at putting together the little clues.” He looked her up and down, never altering the impassive expression on his face. “Like the fact that you’re incredibly turned on right now. Yes, you’re afraid. I see that too. You’re a smart woman. You should be afraid.”
A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. Sometime between his deposition and now, she’d loosened the top three buttons on her blouse. Cool air came through the open door, but she made no move to enter. She regarded him warily. Perhaps she thought that if they went inside, the negotiation portion of the evening was over. He wasn’t much for negotiating anyway. Generally a sub either consented to doing things his way or he moved on.
Or maybe she was rethinking the entire dynamic. Part of the reason he’d walked away last weekend was because he knew she didn’t understand the scope of her request. Maybe tonight she would realize that she was better off not knowing this side of him.
He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her over the threshold. “We’re letting the air out, Kitty Kat. We’ll talk over dinner. I brought food.” After giving back her briefcase and coat, he grabbed a grocery sack and his gym bag from where he’d set them on her porch. Then he closed the door and locked it.
She stared at the gym bag, no doubt wondering at the caliber of torture equipment hidden inside. “What’s for dinner?”
This wasn’t the time to let her change the subject. He inclined his head toward the stairs. “Up you go. I think we’ll discuss expectations, and then punishments. You’re racking them up.”
Without further protest, she turned. He wished she’d protest. If she refused a punishment, he could call the whole thing off. Nevertheless he enjoyed the view as they headed up the stairs, and he counted the minutes until he could have her naked and over his lap.
The stairs terminated in a large area that served as the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. It wasn’t as private as his house—he had a dungeon; she had a downstairs neighbor—but it would suffice for tonight.
He set his bag down on the living-room side and carried the grocery sack to the kitchen. “What plans will you be canceling?”
“None. I have plans to meet my mom, Layla, and Aunt Cindy for brunch on Sunday. I’m not canceling on my mother. Her wrath scares me more than yours.”
She’d delivered her refusal with the appropriate gravity. He nodded. “I’ll allow that”
He unloaded fixings for a spinach salad and a béchamel sauce that would go over penne.
“I didn’t have any other plans. I was going to get some work done.”
Shaking his head, he rounded the counter and took her briefcase. “Work will wait until Monday. Don’t worry. When you get to the office, more will be waiting for you.”
She didn’t move, but she did look down the hall anxiously. He remembered the fear in her voice when she’d called the night before, and he frowned. What if the call hadn’t been designed to get him over here? What if something had actually happened?
Abandoning the food prep, he did a visual sweep of her apartment. He checked every room. She didn’t follow him, but she appeared vastly relieved when he returned with no news to report.
“Keith, I…I… You said…” She trailed off and licked her lips.
He put her briefcase in the hall closet and closed the door. “Get undressed. You can put your clothes in the laundry.”
She didn’t move, but he expected that. The first time a submissive must
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