Page 75 of Stripping the Sub
Her thoughts were becoming all floaty as Michael and Luke started talking again, so she just sipped her yummy sangria some more and enjoyed being all snuggled up with Michael, just like the other couples in the room.
It felt so nice. It felt so real.
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“Watch your step,” Michael said as he helped Ellie into the elevator. She leaned against him, giggling incessantly.
Once he’d realized exactly how drunk she was, he’d stopped allowing her sangria refills and had gotten her some water, but he hadn’t realized what a lightweight she was. The damage had already pretty much been done. Still, she was at least an adorable drunk - affectionate and cuddly, although with occasional small bouts of melancholy. Several times throughout the evening she’d made comments, obviously comparing herself to the other ladies present and finding herself wanting.
If she hadn’t been drunk, he would have spanked her for it.
Well, probably not really, since Patrick’s basement wasn’t covered in their club contract. Although, he’d be talking to her about it later. Maybe she’d be willing to renegotiate their current contract to include letting him dominate her for small infractions like that while they were in a group setting…
It was something to think about anyway.
Stopping in front of her door, Michael managed to get her keys out of her purse and open it with one hand, his other arm completely occupied with helping hold her up.
“Come in,” she said, jolting forward and pulling him with her. “You should come in.”
Almost as soon as he had, an orange blur hit his leg and latched on, needle like claws digging into his calf as big green eyes stared up at him. Michael bit back a yelp of surprise and pain as he stiffened, keeping his body completely still.
“Watson, I presume,” he gritted through his teeth as he quickly shut the door behind him. All he needed was to accidentally let Ellie’s cat out of the apartment while she was completely wasted.
She blinked up at him, her big dark eyes filled with joy. “He likes you!”
As if to punctuate her sentence, Watson started climbing his leg, little needle claws punching through the fabric of his jeans to scratch against his skin. Since Ellie seemed to be okay holding herself upright while they weren’t moving, he let her go long enough to bend down and scoop up the purring cat off his leg.
Damn sadist cat.
Although, the way Ellie was beaming at him, like he’d done something amazing, meant he would willingly take whatever form of “liking” Watson dished out. The little fluffball was a lot cuter in pictures than in person, although that might just be the tingling prickles on his leg talking now.
Watson rubbed his face against Michael’s chin, still purring.
Okay, maybe he was almost as cute in person.
“Good Watson,” Ellie said, leaning against Michael to rub her cat behind the ears. “You know a good man when you see him, don’t you?”
Yeah, Watson was pretty great.
Sliding his arm around Ellie’s waist, Michael managed to get a good grip on both her and the cat. “Alright sweetheart, I think we need to get you into bed.”
“You too,” she said, starting to move. Michael immediately moved with her, dividing his attention between her and Watson - who was still head-butting Michael’s chin every couple of seconds and purring like a small motor - as she led him down the hall to her bedroom. It didn’t give him much of a chance to look around, but he did get an impression of a warm, cozy apartment with lots of colors and cushions, knickknacks on display, and lots of cat pictures.
Her bedroom was very much the same. The walls were painted a very pale yellow, giving the impression of a sunny room without the yellow being overwhelming, and her bedspread was a light blue with yellow flowers which almost matched the walls perfectly. The curtains on her windows were the same light blue as her bedspread. Above her dresser there was a shelf lined with stuffed animals, but not the normal kind of stuffed animals. They were all octopuses. There was one with a top hat, monocle, and mustache, another red one with an angry little face, another which had a cat head and a bunch of tentacles… Michael didn’t really know what to think about the octopussy, but somehow it all just seemed very Ellie. Silly, original, and adorable.
“Come to bed,” Ellie said, pulling him along with her.
It probably wasn’t a good idea. She was completely wasted. But she was also very insistent. When he hesitated, she yanked at his hand, nearly sending him off balance. For such a tiny thing, she was pretty strong when she wanted to be.
“No sex,” Michael said sternly, carefully placing Watson on the bed before laying down next to Ellie. She pouted. Her bed was smaller than his, a double to his queen, and so there was barely any space between them.
Ellie eradicated the little bit of space as she wriggled forward and wrapped herself around him.
Should he try to get her to change into more comfortable sleeping clothes? Not that her jeans and jersey looked uncomfortable… and he was pretty comfortable…
From the way she was nuzzling him, her hands sliding over his chest, it was probably better if they both remained fully clothed, otherwise his declaration of no sex was going to become a lot harder to fulfill.
Wrapping her up in his arms, Michael promised himself he was just going to rest for a bit until she fell asleep. He didn’t want to leave her alone when she was this drunk. Before he left, he’d leave her a glass of water on her nightstand and see if he could find some aspirin without snooping too much.
