seeing a shrink who just happened to live
not even a stone’s throw from a real live BDSM club.
As
the small, maroon ragtop Volkswagen Beetle passed him, he caught a glimpse of
dark hair and a feminine profile. There was something familiar about the tilt
of the head, he thought as he slid into his car. Sticking the keys in the ignition,
he waited a moment out of curiosity, wondering if he’d actually get a clearer
view of the woman. But he grew frustrated when the woman took the drive on the
far side of the house and her car disappeared from view. He was tempted to
casually drive up the long winding drive which led to the private side of the
house and even had the key in the ignition to do just that, when a silver
S.U.V. pulled into the lot a moment later. His eyes widened. Judging by the
size of the guy driving, Louis didn’t want to have to explain why he was on the
wrong side of house, especially when the drive was clearly marked private.
He’d
just bide his time, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t coming back for another session,
despite what he wanted. Damned court-appointed therapy. Once I get Ethan to sign off on the papers, I’m going to go and find a
submissive and ride her long and hard.
* * * *
Sabella
was just getting out of her car when a silver S.U.V. pulled up next to her. She
smiled as she recognized the driver. When Davis hopped out of the truck, she
greeted him.
“Why
am I not surprised to learn you drive a huge, honking vehicle?” Pushing the
strap of her purse up higher on her shoulder, she followed him up the walk to a
side door.
He
eyed her as he stopped to hold open the door. “It’ll be a cold day in hell
before I try to squeeze into a tin can of a car like you drive.”
“I’ll
have you know Thea is my baby: she’s a mint condition 1966 Volkswagen Beetle
with white leather interior with only sixty thousand miles on her. She’s a classic!”
She tried to sound affronted but failed, when a giggle escaped her at the idea
of him squeezing his six and half foot frame into her tiny car. Now Ethan on
the other hand would fit perfectly. She rather enjoyed the fact he was a few
inches under six feet. It gave him a slender grace,
disguising what she was sure was an inner core of strength. Entering the
hallway, she sighed as the warm air wrapped around her. It was only late
November but already the temperatures were plummeting into the low forties at
night, and the weatherman had said it was only going to get up to sixty-one
today. But she hadn’t been able to resist the soft sunshine of the late
afternoon and lowered the ragtop on her car.
“Well,
don’t let Ethan see it. He’ll try to steal it from you. He’s…”
“Steal
what?” Ethan stepped through a doorway on the right, looking immaculate in his
linen trousers and salmon colored button down shirt with a slim leather belt
around his waist with his dreads flowing over his shoulders.
“Her
car. You got to see
it, Ethan. It’s a….”
Eyes
widening, and feeling just a bit mischievous, Sabella elbowed Davis, who gave a
startled grunt. “Don’t tell him! He can’t have Thea.”
Cocking
his head, a puzzled expression crossed Ethan’s face. “Now you’ve roused my curiosity.”
When
he moved to pass her, Sabella darted in front of him and shook her finger at
him. “No stealing my car. I restored her with my dad and Lauren during high
school, and I won’t give her up.”
He
blinked at her slowly, before lifting her entire body with an ease she hadn’t
expected to place her on the other side of him. “You’ll find when I want
something, Ms. Johnston, I’m willing to move the earth
and the moon to get it.” He opened the door and gazed outside for several long
moments. A low whistle escaped him. “And damned if I don’t
covet your car.” He turned back to her. “I don’t suppose I can convince
you to sell it to me?”
She
crossed her arms over her chest. “Sell Thea? Are you
out of your mind, Dr. Tremaine? She’s
not even a stone’s throw from a real live BDSM club.
As
the small, maroon ragtop Volkswagen Beetle passed him, he caught a glimpse of
dark hair and a feminine profile. There was something familiar about the tilt
of the head, he thought as he slid into his car. Sticking the keys in the ignition,
he waited a moment out of curiosity, wondering if he’d actually get a clearer
view of the woman. But he grew frustrated when the woman took the drive on the
far side of the house and her car disappeared from view. He was tempted to
casually drive up the long winding drive which led to the private side of the
house and even had the key in the ignition to do just that, when a silver
S.U.V. pulled into the lot a moment later. His eyes widened. Judging by the
size of the guy driving, Louis didn’t want to have to explain why he was on the
wrong side of house, especially when the drive was clearly marked private.
He’d
just bide his time, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t coming back for another session,
despite what he wanted. Damned court-appointed therapy. Once I get Ethan to sign off on the papers, I’m going to go and find a
submissive and ride her long and hard.
* * * *
Sabella
was just getting out of her car when a silver S.U.V. pulled up next to her. She
smiled as she recognized the driver. When Davis hopped out of the truck, she
greeted him.
“Why
am I not surprised to learn you drive a huge, honking vehicle?” Pushing the
strap of her purse up higher on her shoulder, she followed him up the walk to a
side door.
He
eyed her as he stopped to hold open the door. “It’ll be a cold day in hell
before I try to squeeze into a tin can of a car like you drive.”
“I’ll
have you know Thea is my baby: she’s a mint condition 1966 Volkswagen Beetle
with white leather interior with only sixty thousand miles on her. She’s a classic!”
She tried to sound affronted but failed, when a giggle escaped her at the idea
of him squeezing his six and half foot frame into her tiny car. Now Ethan on
the other hand would fit perfectly. She rather enjoyed the fact he was a few
inches under six feet. It gave him a slender grace,
disguising what she was sure was an inner core of strength. Entering the
hallway, she sighed as the warm air wrapped around her. It was only late
November but already the temperatures were plummeting into the low forties at
night, and the weatherman had said it was only going to get up to sixty-one
today. But she hadn’t been able to resist the soft sunshine of the late
afternoon and lowered the ragtop on her car.
“Well,
don’t let Ethan see it. He’ll try to steal it from you. He’s…”
“Steal
what?” Ethan stepped through a doorway on the right, looking immaculate in his
linen trousers and salmon colored button down shirt with a slim leather belt
around his waist with his dreads flowing over his shoulders.
“Her
car. You got to see
it, Ethan. It’s a….”
Eyes
widening, and feeling just a bit mischievous, Sabella elbowed Davis, who gave a
startled grunt. “Don’t tell him! He can’t have Thea.”
Cocking
his head, a puzzled expression crossed Ethan’s face. “Now you’ve roused my curiosity.”
When
he moved to pass her, Sabella darted in front of him and shook her finger at
him. “No stealing my car. I restored her with my dad and Lauren during high
school, and I won’t give her up.”
He
blinked at her slowly, before lifting her entire body with an ease she hadn’t
expected to place her on the other side of him. “You’ll find when I want
something, Ms. Johnston, I’m willing to move the earth
and the moon to get it.” He opened the door and gazed outside for several long
moments. A low whistle escaped him. “And damned if I don’t
covet your car.” He turned back to her. “I don’t suppose I can convince
you to sell it to me?”
She
crossed her arms over her chest. “Sell Thea? Are you
out of your mind, Dr. Tremaine? She’s
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