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cell phone caught her attention. She donned a fluffy terry cloth robe and went to the bedroom. Anne knew without looking that it would be Evan. The phone might as well have been a threatening rattlesnake for the all desire she had to answer it. Resolving to do what needed to be done, she punched the on button.
Answer, damn it.
As she suspected, Evan. She scrolled upwards. Only about a dozen or so similar messages. I might as well get this over with.
I’m here, she typed.
Thank God. I was worried something might have happened to you.
I’m fine. How nice that he was concerned. Maybe he does care for me. Anne tried to shrug off the heart-warming gesture.
Why did you leave without telling me?
Anne could almost picture his scowl. She replied, I didn’t think you’d want me to be around when you woke up.
If I didn’t want you there, your sweet ass would have been sitting in that poor excuse for a car even if I had to push-start it.
He was never going to let her live her cute little Bug down. Not that it was any of his business now that she wasn’t going to see him again.
More to the point, if I hadn’t wanted a repeat of that first night, I wouldn’t have made contact with you afterward.
I thought it might be awkward if I was still there. Her fingers shook.
That was the understatement of the year. Anne didn’t know how she could have faced him, remembering everything they had done and how she had reacted. A tingling swept up the back of her neck and across her face as she thought about it.
Awkward? For who? You? Not for me .
That should be self-evident to him, right? Anne didn’t think that comment deserved a response.
Are you still there? Or did you run away again?
I’m still here. Anne would never be able to tell him to get lost if she were facing him.
I should have handcuffed you to the bed so you couldn’t leave.
A vision of Evan standing over her while she lay in bed, handcuffed and helpless, flashed through her head. Anne tried to shut it out. It served no purpose to have naughty fantasies about Evan now. Naughty fantasies? Really? Weren’t handcuffs supposed to scare her and not get her nipples all tingly?
Anne, are you there? What’s wrong?
She might as well get it over with.
I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.
Evan would probably think that sentence meant she thought about how great it had been. Not that it wasn’t…great, that is.
Visions of how she must have looked fast-forwarded through her brain—of being down on her knees, taking him in her mouth, or later, practically hanging upside down while he turned her inside out. Damned if she wasn’t getting turned on from the memories.
I was hoping for a repeat performance this morning or this afternoon. Maybe even tonight.
She steeled herself for what she had to write.
I’m thinking it might not be such a good idea to see you again.
There, it was out. How would he react? Anne waited with bated breath.
What?
Would he be angry or relieved?
Why? You seemed to be enjoying yourself. I know I was.
Anne shook her head. Such a man, thinking sex was the answer to everything.
That’s beside the point. It doesn’t seem proper to do what we did.
Let him argue with that. Average people did not tie people up or whip each other.
Anne ignored the little voice telling her she had known full well she would be blindfolded and had looked forward to it. Evan did not spring that little detail on her at the last minute. And I did enjoy it .
She continued before she lost her nerve.
I did some research this morning on the Internet.
I don’t want to be someone who submits to a Dominant.
I don’t want to kiss your feet like a servant.
I don’t want to be whipped.
I don’t want to be embarrassed in public.
I don’t want to wear a collar on my neck and be led around like a dog.
That just isn’t done.
I’m an educator, for God’s sake. I’ll lose my job.
What would people think?
What would my parents think?
All of her
Answer, damn it.
As she suspected, Evan. She scrolled upwards. Only about a dozen or so similar messages. I might as well get this over with.
I’m here, she typed.
Thank God. I was worried something might have happened to you.
I’m fine. How nice that he was concerned. Maybe he does care for me. Anne tried to shrug off the heart-warming gesture.
Why did you leave without telling me?
Anne could almost picture his scowl. She replied, I didn’t think you’d want me to be around when you woke up.
If I didn’t want you there, your sweet ass would have been sitting in that poor excuse for a car even if I had to push-start it.
He was never going to let her live her cute little Bug down. Not that it was any of his business now that she wasn’t going to see him again.
More to the point, if I hadn’t wanted a repeat of that first night, I wouldn’t have made contact with you afterward.
I thought it might be awkward if I was still there. Her fingers shook.
That was the understatement of the year. Anne didn’t know how she could have faced him, remembering everything they had done and how she had reacted. A tingling swept up the back of her neck and across her face as she thought about it.
Awkward? For who? You? Not for me .
That should be self-evident to him, right? Anne didn’t think that comment deserved a response.
Are you still there? Or did you run away again?
I’m still here. Anne would never be able to tell him to get lost if she were facing him.
I should have handcuffed you to the bed so you couldn’t leave.
A vision of Evan standing over her while she lay in bed, handcuffed and helpless, flashed through her head. Anne tried to shut it out. It served no purpose to have naughty fantasies about Evan now. Naughty fantasies? Really? Weren’t handcuffs supposed to scare her and not get her nipples all tingly?
Anne, are you there? What’s wrong?
She might as well get it over with.
I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.
Evan would probably think that sentence meant she thought about how great it had been. Not that it wasn’t…great, that is.
Visions of how she must have looked fast-forwarded through her brain—of being down on her knees, taking him in her mouth, or later, practically hanging upside down while he turned her inside out. Damned if she wasn’t getting turned on from the memories.
I was hoping for a repeat performance this morning or this afternoon. Maybe even tonight.
She steeled herself for what she had to write.
I’m thinking it might not be such a good idea to see you again.
There, it was out. How would he react? Anne waited with bated breath.
What?
Would he be angry or relieved?
Why? You seemed to be enjoying yourself. I know I was.
Anne shook her head. Such a man, thinking sex was the answer to everything.
That’s beside the point. It doesn’t seem proper to do what we did.
Let him argue with that. Average people did not tie people up or whip each other.
Anne ignored the little voice telling her she had known full well she would be blindfolded and had looked forward to it. Evan did not spring that little detail on her at the last minute. And I did enjoy it .
She continued before she lost her nerve.
I did some research this morning on the Internet.
I don’t want to be someone who submits to a Dominant.
I don’t want to kiss your feet like a servant.
I don’t want to be whipped.
I don’t want to be embarrassed in public.
I don’t want to wear a collar on my neck and be led around like a dog.
That just isn’t done.
I’m an educator, for God’s sake. I’ll lose my job.
What would people think?
What would my parents think?
All of her
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