Page 44 of Defended
Chapter 15
The monotonous work of staining slides for analysis helped Melody calm down. This was easy. Tedious and requiring focus, but also easy. Which was exactly what she needed right now.
She'd arrived at the lab with her hands still shaking, but now they were perfectly steady. Deep, calming breaths had helped to center her. Joking around with Lisa and Richard, both of whom were also in the lab today, had helped even more. Small talk didn't carry messy emotions with it.
Part of her kept expecting Peggy to call, or text, or even show up in the lab, but as the minutes ticked by, she slowly relaxed.
So when, several hours in, her phone finally beeped with a text, she practically jumped out of her skin. A sick feeling, almost like nausea, curdled in her stomach. She was finally feeling better; she so didn't want to talk to Peggy right now. Unless her friend was texting her an apology, which seemed highly unlikely.
She nearly cried with relief when she the text was from Kawan.
Hey, baby girl, I wanted to check in, since—I'm assuming—you forgot to text me when you got home.
Relief was followed by a rush of guilt and also warmth that he'd reached out to her. She had said she'd text him and then she'd completely forgotten.
I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.
She hesitated and then sent a second text, because she didn't want him to think she was flakey.
Peggy didn't take me being out all night very well and we ended up fighting as soon as I walked in the door.
Rather than getting right back to work, she stared at her phone, anxiously waiting for his response. Thankfully he didn't make her wait very long and her phone lit up again a moment later.
That's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry you fought with your friend though. Next time please try to remember to message me.
Heat flushed through Melody, warming her from the inside out, from her blushing cheeks all the way down to where her thighs were pressed together. She hesitated... and then tapped out the words that felt so right even though Peggy said they were so wrong.
Yes, Daddy.
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Kawan groanedwhen he saw Melody's response, his cock immediately hardening.
Sweetly submissive was definitely how he would describe her. Not that tone could always be conveyed over text, but his instincts told him that she wasn't being bratty or flippant.
Good girl.
It was never as satisfying over text message, but he still smiled as he pictured Melody's cheeks turning pink at the accolade. Hopefully, it would please her. He didn't at all like the idea of her leaving his house all soft and glowing, only to return home and immediately lose the satisfaction he'd given her. Would it make things better or worse if he invited her back over?
Where are you now?
The wait for her answer seemed to drag on, although it was only a couple of minutes at most. The entire time, he stared at his computer screen. Thinking about Melody, and all of the filthy things he wanted to do to her, he'd decided to do some online shopping. While he had a lot of the basics, he wanted some things that were special, just for her. And it never hurt to have plenty of backup for the basics.
Especially for naughty little girls who didn't take enough care with their safety. By not texting Kawan that she'd gotten home, that made twice this weekend that she hadn't taking the measures he would want her to... if she were his. Although she didn't seem averse to the idea of being his either. They hadn't discussed exclusivity yet, but he planned to do so when they saw each other again this upcoming weekend. And he didn't get the impression Melody was the type to date around, if she even had the time to.
Her return text confirmed that.
I went into the lab today to do a few things. I didn't want to hang around the apartment with Peggy when she was all riled up.
Getting a PhD was grueling. Kawan shook his head.
He really didn't like that roommate of hers, even though he knew he didn't have much of an impression to go on. Just the fact that she'd laughed at Melody last weekend and had been pretty pushy for a submissive had put his back up. Now that Melody was hiding out at work, he was feeling even more protective of her. Although, since she was friends with her roommate, she really should have let the other woman know she was going out last night. Even if she had been through a recent breakup.
But he didn't like that Melody had been chased out of her home.
Should he invite her over again tonight?
That was the question.
