Page 68 of Danger and Dominance
Leaning back slightly, she did her best not to touch him with her feet.
To her surprise, instead of shifting away or looking bothered by the nearness of her feet, he grabbed one leg by the ankle.Before she could protest or ask what he was doing, he had it propped up on his thigh and was pushing his thumbs into the center.
“Oh God…you can stop that never, thank you.”
“I figure you’ve probably been on your feet a lot, keeping up with my grandma.”He chuckled.
“Not that much,” she admitted, feeling a little guilty, as if she was getting a foot massage under false pretenses.“But I can’t remember the last time anyone gave me any kind of massage.That feels amazing.”
“Well, then it’s past time you got one.”He tilted his head at her, still rubbing his fingers over her feet in a way that made her want to whimper.She didn’t have a foot fetish, but she was starting to think she might have one for foot massages.Or maybe it was just David having his hands on her in any capacity.“Do you like massages?”
“Who doesn’t like massages?”
“Claudia, for one,” David smirked.“She doesn’t like being touched when she’s face down on a table with someone behind her.”
“And she doesn’t like being relaxed,” Mason interjected into the conversation.Apparently, David giving Cassidy a foot massage had drawn his and Jensen’s attention.“It makes her feel too vulnerable.”
“That’s why she’s Scary,” Jensen muttered.
“I’m not a huge fan of them for similar reasons, but I’m not as wound up about it as Claudia is,” David admitted, making Cassidy shake her head in amazement.“So, if you like them, why has it been so long?”
“Don, of course.”She sighed, rounding her shoulders as if that would deflect the weight of any possible judgment.None of them reacted, though.“He thought it was a waste of money.”Though he’d been insistent that she massage him whenever he wanted it.Because he was the Dom, and she was there to serve him.
Obviously, that was not the kind of Dom that David was.
She didn’t mention that part.
“What a dick.”Jensen scowled.
“We already knew that,” Mason pointed out, amused.David stayed silent, but he pulled her other foot up onto his lap, like he wanted to make the point that he would be tending to that one next.
Cassidy smiled sleepily at him.
The conversation wound around her, but she couldn’t keep up with it anymore.She was too tired.The rubbing of her feet felt too good.She didn’t know when she fell asleep; she just slowly drifted off to the soothing sound of low male voices, knowing they were there to protect her.
At some point, she woke up enough to know that she was being carried up the stairs, and she didn’t have to open her eyes to know that David was the one with his arms around her.
She just wished that he could have crawled into bed with her instead of placing her down and walking away.
In her dreams, he stayed.
25
Cassidy
Someone was tailgating her again.Another man with a baseball cap and glasses on.But it was a different car.Different baseball cap.This one was black.So, it made no sense to think it was the same man.
Yet she couldn’t shake the idea.
Because her anxiety sucked, and she was a paranoid mess.
Every street that he followed her, she wound tighter and tighter, especially as she got closer to Jensen’s house.
Should I call David?
It was probably just a coincidence.
Maybe she should call Jensen.Or Mick.Hopefully, one of them would be home.
