find Julie passing out coffees. “So, Abby, you said it was your idea to pull us all together this morning?” Julie asked.
“Yes, I was going to call everyone, but then I was talking to Kelly and she said she was stopping by.” Abby took a sip of coffee. “I think we should have a surprise shower for Dena.”
“I love that idea,” Julie said. “Just the women, or will we invite the men, too?”
“I vote women only,” Kelly said.
“Me, too,” Sasha agreed.
“I’m fine with women only.” Abby wrote something down in her notebook. “That means we can talk about the men.”
“I’m so happy for Jeff and Dena,” Kelly said. “They’ve been through so much. You know, we should set up the shower at a spa. Let Dena get all pampered.”
“I like that.” Abby nodded and wrote more down.
“Their wedding was so romantic,” Julie said with a sigh.
As the other three women started chatting about memories and weddings and babies, Sasha’s mind drifted. Cole was expecting her tonight at seven sharp. They were going to be doing whatever activity he’d originally planned for the day before. She was curious.
There was a lull in the conversation, and she noticed all three women watching her. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m a little scattered today.”
Julie smiled. “Ask him.”
God help her. She just might.
Chapter Three
C ole stood, looking over the sitting room setup one last time, when the doorbell rang at five minutes to seven. He opened the door to find Sasha. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was a bit labored. Almost as if she’d been running. It seemed as if she often had trouble being punctual, and he was pleased she was making an effort to be on time for him.
“Good evening, Sasha.” He stepped to the side to let her pass. “Come in, and let’s go to the office.”
She wrinkled her nose and then turned away as if hiding her response. But she’d learn soon enough he didn’t miss much.
He grinned. “No, I’m not going to make you come up with dirty sentences tonight. I want to talk with you a bit, and you might find the sitting room distracting at the moment.”
She led the way down the hall and entered first. She made itto the middle of the room and looked his way for instructions. When he glanced at the floor, she knelt down.
She moved gracefully and looked so delicate kneeling before him. Once again, he despaired she was only his for retraining. He was willing to bet she would be an absolute delight to master. “Very nice, little one. You look quite lovely tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He clenched his fist so he wouldn’t touch her. He’d told her he wouldn’t and it would serve no purpose. It wouldn’t lead anywhere because it wasn’t in his plan for her to serve him sexually. He would be too rough and she didn’t need that. He had to work her back to the submissive frame of mind slowly.
Under her watchful eyes, he sat down at his desk and motioned for her to come to his side. “Kneel here, little one, so we can talk.”
She didn’t tremble as much as she did previously. As she came closer to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like moving around naked, but he pressed his fist against his upper thigh and hoped his voice came out even.
“Do you know why I had you come up with the sentences yesterday?”
“Because my grammar was horrific and deterred you from understanding my otherwise
insightful
essay on my goals for retraining, Sir.”
He choked back the chuckle bubbling in his throat. She seemed to be getting a little of her attitude back. Perfect. “Yes, but it had another purpose—do you want to guess what that was?”
“To help me become comfortable asking for and talking about certain things with a Dom when we’re not in a scene.”
“Very nice, little one. Tell me how you arrived at that conclusion.”
“I’d prefer not to, Sir.”
“Your preference has nothing to do with this conversation.”
She dipped her head
“Yes, I was going to call everyone, but then I was talking to Kelly and she said she was stopping by.” Abby took a sip of coffee. “I think we should have a surprise shower for Dena.”
“I love that idea,” Julie said. “Just the women, or will we invite the men, too?”
“I vote women only,” Kelly said.
“Me, too,” Sasha agreed.
“I’m fine with women only.” Abby wrote something down in her notebook. “That means we can talk about the men.”
“I’m so happy for Jeff and Dena,” Kelly said. “They’ve been through so much. You know, we should set up the shower at a spa. Let Dena get all pampered.”
“I like that.” Abby nodded and wrote more down.
“Their wedding was so romantic,” Julie said with a sigh.
As the other three women started chatting about memories and weddings and babies, Sasha’s mind drifted. Cole was expecting her tonight at seven sharp. They were going to be doing whatever activity he’d originally planned for the day before. She was curious.
There was a lull in the conversation, and she noticed all three women watching her. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m a little scattered today.”
Julie smiled. “Ask him.”
God help her. She just might.
Chapter Three
C ole stood, looking over the sitting room setup one last time, when the doorbell rang at five minutes to seven. He opened the door to find Sasha. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was a bit labored. Almost as if she’d been running. It seemed as if she often had trouble being punctual, and he was pleased she was making an effort to be on time for him.
“Good evening, Sasha.” He stepped to the side to let her pass. “Come in, and let’s go to the office.”
She wrinkled her nose and then turned away as if hiding her response. But she’d learn soon enough he didn’t miss much.
He grinned. “No, I’m not going to make you come up with dirty sentences tonight. I want to talk with you a bit, and you might find the sitting room distracting at the moment.”
She led the way down the hall and entered first. She made itto the middle of the room and looked his way for instructions. When he glanced at the floor, she knelt down.
She moved gracefully and looked so delicate kneeling before him. Once again, he despaired she was only his for retraining. He was willing to bet she would be an absolute delight to master. “Very nice, little one. You look quite lovely tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He clenched his fist so he wouldn’t touch her. He’d told her he wouldn’t and it would serve no purpose. It wouldn’t lead anywhere because it wasn’t in his plan for her to serve him sexually. He would be too rough and she didn’t need that. He had to work her back to the submissive frame of mind slowly.
Under her watchful eyes, he sat down at his desk and motioned for her to come to his side. “Kneel here, little one, so we can talk.”
She didn’t tremble as much as she did previously. As she came closer to him, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like moving around naked, but he pressed his fist against his upper thigh and hoped his voice came out even.
“Do you know why I had you come up with the sentences yesterday?”
“Because my grammar was horrific and deterred you from understanding my otherwise
insightful
essay on my goals for retraining, Sir.”
He choked back the chuckle bubbling in his throat. She seemed to be getting a little of her attitude back. Perfect. “Yes, but it had another purpose—do you want to guess what that was?”
“To help me become comfortable asking for and talking about certain things with a Dom when we’re not in a scene.”
“Very nice, little one. Tell me how you arrived at that conclusion.”
“I’d prefer not to, Sir.”
“Your preference has nothing to do with this conversation.”
She dipped her head
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