Page 58 of See You Sometime
“Uh huh!” She kissed him again, slowly, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips, enticing him, wanting to play. “Damn, Sir,” she whispered. “You fucked another one out of me.”
He couldn’t pull his gaze from hers. “I love you,” he whispered. “I want to do this with you. I want to try. I want to make it work. Might take me a while.”
She cupped his face in her palms. “I love you, too, Sir. Just…keep an open mind and talk to me. I swear it’ll get easier once you get through the shock of it all.”
He nodded, turning his face to kiss her palm. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t lose me, Sir.”
Finally, he rolled to his side to snuggle with her in his arms. It felt so good, so right. After a few minutes, she nuzzled her nose against his. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Oh, right there.” He pointed to the door to the master bath.
She kissed him. “Be right back.”
He watched her climb out of bed. As he got a good look at her backside, he spotted the fading bruises still flowering her curves, blue and purple and green and brown, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to hold back the exclamation.
Damn!
Fuckinghell!
That had been six days ago, and she wasstillmarked?
How thehellam I supposed to do this?
Chapter Fourteen
Saturday morning, in the shower, she noticed how he kept staring at her ass and she explained the marks. Some of them were still clearly visible, a cane, a particular paddle, a riding crop.
Then she’d pressed her body against his, placed his hands on her ass, her hands covering his, and made him squeeze.
God help him, it made him hard again and he’d ended up taking her right there in the shower.
Another first for him—non-solo shower sex.
They ended up spending the weekend together, making love and making up for lost time. By the time he needed to take her home late Sunday, he was desperately torn between fear he couldn’t fulfill her needs and a panic-inducing craving to do everything in his power to fulfill her needs.
For once in his life, he knew he’d need to man up and fight for what he wanted.
He wantedher.
Over the next week they did a lot of talking.
A lot.
A whoooole lot.
They spent Tuesday night together, her parking at his house and riding to gaming together and home again, her leaving for work from his house.
He wanted this to work, so damn much, but every time he thought about those bruises, something in his stomach tightly knotted in a bad way.
He didn’t honestly know if he could be the one to dothattoher.
She was scheduled to work at the club Friday and Saturday, which gave him some time to digest. He could have gone to the club, but…he didn’t want to go just yet.
He still needed time.
A plan was hatched for the next weekend, with help from Landry, Tilly, Eliza, Cali, and others. Axel and Skye would go to the club, where Walt would scene with Skye. Tilly, Landry’s wife and a Dominant, would be there to support Axel and explain things. Skye and Axel would meet everyone for dinner at Sigalo’s first, so Skye could introduce him around before they went to Venture.
