Page 29 of Defended
Chapter 10
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" The question lacked any edge, so Melody knew that Peggy wasn't going to pressure her. Thankfully. The urge to shove her best friend out of the apartment was strong.
She still hadn't told Peggy that she was going back to Black Light tonight.
After listening to Peggy rant all week about Elliott and his 'perversions' and the way Peggy had talked about Kawan when she'd found out he was a Daddy Dom... Melody just wasn't up for it. Her best friend was already on the warpath and taking no prisoners.
Which, thankfully, was also why she was going out tonight. Not to Black Light, but to Runway. Melody was pretty sure Peggy was hoping to either run into Elliott and be able to flirt with another guy in front of him, or flirt with another guy and hope that it would somehow get back to him. If she could get Elliott to beg to take her back, even better. Not that she would if he asked. But any time Peggy wasn't the one to initiate the breakup, she wanted to make her ex 'pay'.
Melody just had to hope that Peggy wouldn't find her way into Black Light tonight. She'd lied and said she was staying in. There was a little nugget of guilt in the pit of her stomach about lying, but she pushed it away. Sometimes Peggy wasn't reasonable, and she knew this would be one of those times.
She couldn't even imagine how Peggy would react if she knew Melody was going back to Black Light without her. Especially since she was going back to scene with Kawan again.
They'd talked about it on the phone last night, late, after she'd gotten home. There had been a lot to talk about since he'd sent her a limits list to fill out... all the things they might do during a scene, and she was supposed to fill out her interest level. Then she'd been up late doing research online. Because how could she know what she was interested in when she didn't even know what some of the terms meant?
That had been a pretty serious trip down the rabbit hole, but it had also helped a lot.
Even better, she'd gotten a good idea of what kind of things a baby girl might wear, when she wanted to be sexy. Before that, Melody had had no idea where to even start. When it came right down to it, she was used to letting Peggy pick her outfits when they were going out.
The good news was that last week when they'd been shopping, Peggy had helped her pick exactly the kind of thing that would be good to wear to Black Light tonight. The bad news was that she was going to have to try and get into the corset by herself, but she was pretty sure she could handle that.
She just needed Peggy toleaveor she was going to be late.
Pulling one of the fluffy blankets she kept stacked in a basket by the couch up over her legs, she settled back against the cushions and held up her e-reader. "I'm good. I just need some time to de-stress."
That part was true. Between Peggy's warpath, her usual job stresses which were exacerbated by how distracted she was by Kawan's texts, and the fact that McCready had been constantly popping his head in when she was working this week, she was feeling on edge. But she was definitely misrepresenting how she intended to get that stress relief.
"Okay, hun, I'll see you later." Peggy turned, fluffed her hair in the mirror next to the door, and then sashayed on her way.
Tense, Melody made herself sit still for a whole minute just to make sure Peggy was really gone before jumping up and rushing back to her bedroom. She couldn't help but giggle madly, already feeling like a naughty little girl sneaking around her mom. Was this what 'Little Space' was?
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Gettingto Black Light early had sounded like a good idea at the time. Better to be in the club than just sitting around his house, watching the minutes tick by, right? Except now he was at the club and completely uninterested in the many scenes happening around him. Even if they managed to distract him for a minute, after that minute passed, his eyes would inevitably seek out the door, hoping that maybe Melody had walked through it during the brief time he'd looked away.
He couldn't decide if it was a bad or a good thing.
On the one hand, his tendency to jump into things head first, especially if he felt needed, was what had led to his relationship with Krissy.
On the other hand, it was kind of nice to know that the blow up of that relationship hadn't changed that about him. He was self-aware enough to realize that he'd become more cynical since Krissy. But he truly didn't think Melody was playing him. There had been warning signs with Krissy, red flags that he'd ignored.
Melody, on the other hand, was not only genuinely interested in BDSM, she'd actually tried to downplay her interest in Daddy Doms. If she was just looking for a sugar daddy, she was going about it in an extremely odd manner.
She's not Krissy.
But she was getting under his skin faster than he thought possible. They'd talked every day this week, whether over text or on the phone. After receiving her list of limits this afternoon, he'd gotten to work on planning a scene for her.
One that he couldn't wait to get started.
Glancing at his watch, he realized she was now three minutes late, and he frowned. Maybe she'd changed her mind.
His eyes flicked back to the entrance of Black Light, and the tension in his chest immediately lightened. She was standing there, looking around the club, uncertainty written clearly across her face and in every line of her body. It had been easy to spot her, because she was wearing all white, making her look like a virgin entering a den of debauchery. His cock immediately thickened as heady lust pounded through him in response to the sight of her. The desire to corrupt all that sweet innocence was strong.
Although, she only appeared innocent by comparison to the others in the club, most of whom tended toward darker colors. The pink corset she was wearing had white ruffles on it and a bow on the center of the neckline where it pushed her breasts up and together, making a deep cleavage that tempted a man to dive right in. Her white skirt was loose but incredibly short, showing off the white tops of her thigh high stockings. No shoes. Kawan made a mental note to buy her some white Mary Janes and then immediately dismissed the thought.
She's not Krissy.
They weren't even in a relationship yet; it was far too early to think about choosing clothing for her to wear, much less buying her any.
