Page 87 of Don't Leave Me

I sighed and sat down as I tugged on her hand to sit with me.

“That’s…sort of what Michael and I have,” I started, widening my eyes at her a little bit, waiting for her reaction.

Emily’s smile immediately disappeared and she looked completely shocked.

“Really?!” she exclaimed, her mouth wide open. “Wait…which one are you?”

I tilted my head at her and rolled my eyes. “Which do you think?” I knew it was obvious.

She nodded, smiling to herself again. “You’re a submissive,” she stated.

I nodded and slumped back further and started to explain our relationship from the beginning: how he seduced me at work, how he said he didn’t do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing but then said he would try for me, how he finally told me he loved me and about telling me to never speak to Jack again, about the sub ring and finally…about my snooping and finding out about this mysterious Jackie person.

“Okay, I just need to get this out of the way,” Emily finally responded after she took it all in. “Do you guys do like the ropes and spanking and floggers and stuff?” she inquired, her dimpled smile wide and sort of shy.

I let out a laugh: out of everything I told her, she wanted to know the dirty little details; it was so very typical of her.

“Yeah,” I nodded, biting my lip at the memories.

She widened her mouth again and laughed. “That’s hot!”

I was insanely relieved. Finally I could let someone into this secret little world that Michael and I had.

“Do you see my problem here though? This mysterious Jackie person that he has never once mentioned to me?” I pressed.

She shrugged. “Has he told you about his other…submissives?” she questioned.

No. I never asked…I just asked how many.

I shook my head. “No.”

She shrugged again. “Just ask him…be honest with him,” she offered nonchalantly.

Duh, of course. This would mean that I would have to confess my endless snooping. But I promised him that I would always be honest with him.

I finally nodded. “Yeah,” I agreed.

Emily gave me a mischievous grin. “And maybe he’ll give you a spanking for being a naughty snooper,” she giggled.

I rolled my eyes but giggled along with her – I was thankful that Emily understood, but it would definitely take a while for me to get used to talking about this kind of stuff with her.

After my big confession at Emily’s, I started to jog back home, and as expected I received a call from Michael along the way.

“Hey,” I answered, out of breath as I stopped a few blocks away from Emily’s place.

“Hey, where are you?” Michael asked worriedly.

“I was just out for a run. I’ll be home soon,” I explained, running in place.

There was silence on the other end for a moment. “Did you go through my laptop?”He sounded more afraid than angry.

I froze and cleared my throat. “Yes,” I answered quietly, my heart racing.

“We need to talk about this. Hurry back,” he ordered and hung up.

I looked down at my phone.Shit. I started to jog again, slowly, back the apartment.

I gulped as I stood in front of the apartment door, unsure of this conversation that Michael and I would have:will he be angry? Defensive? Will he give me all the answers I want to know?

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