"So, are we going to talk about it or are you going to sit there and look like something the cat dragged in?" Mia asked softly.I almost jump straight up in the air having forgotten she was there. I could hear the worry in her voice despite her angry words.I sighed in resignation. "What do you want to talk about, Mia?""First I want to understand your Houdini act after Reed collared me," Mia said crossing her arms over her chest."It wasn't a Houdini act, I just felt closed in, overwhelmed," I said trying to find the best way to describe what had happened."So, you what, decided to run away and knocking yourself out was a good idea?" she asked sarcastically."No! It wasn't like that. I did not knock myself out, either. I-I fainted," I ended in a whisper.The shock on Mia's face would have been hilarious if the situation had been different."You fainted?" she asked incredulously, her mouth still hanging open.I sighed in frustration, not really wanting to discuss this right now. What I
Mia stared at me for a moment longer as if she were about to say something. But in the end, she just nodded and left quickly. My heart twisted since I could have sworn, I had seen tears in her eyes."I'll miss you," I called softly, though I knew she couldn't hear me.I walked into my apartment feeling even more depressed and alone. I began to pack enough for a few days or a week if I wanted to. Ignoring anything in my closet that even screamed "sexy", I went straight for the giant winter clothes I had bought several years ago. I didn't want a single thing that reminded me of either Jordan or Jack. Sadly, as I looked through everything that Jordan had bought or I had bought to wear for him, I would find myself wondering what Jack would think of each one of them and wondering how he would react if I put one on.I viciously shoved the remainder of the clothes into the depths of the closet and grabbed a lot of warm clothes because a walk on the beach sounded just like something I needed r
"Don't you think that's their choice? How can they decide if they don't know your worries, your fears, and your concerns? It is a Master's job to take those into account. Otherwise, the things you're doing are not safe. You have to let them have this knowledge," she pointed out.I hated when she was this rational, it made the argument boil down to the heart of it, a place I wasn't really ready to go just yet."What if they decided I'm not enough? What if it's too hard for them?" I whispered giving voice to my deepest fears."Then they are dumber than bricks and don't deserve you anyway," Maggie said fiercely.I laughed through my tears just then because she sounded just like Mia."Just think on it. Use the time at the cabin to think on it and remember we love you," Maggie said.She always reminds me of that before we hang up and it never fails to make me remember what it meant to be part of a real family."Love you too," I said and hung up.I sat holding the phone for a while feeling a
I had successfully been hiding from him for the last week. Like most nights I was sleeping in Trev's bed because, despite my anger, I missed him terribly. Also, because my stupid father never thought to look for me in there, but it was not my father that found me; it was one of his buddies that was just as drunk as he was. I remember waking up as soon as the door opened and hid under the covers as his voice came to me from the dark."Hey, purdy lady. How's about you come out from under that cover, and we'll talk. Yer daddy's downstairs passed out drunk and I'm getting bored," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.He smelled of urine, vomit, and whiskey and I had to try hard not to throw up as his stench seemed to surround me. I gripped the blanket tighter and tried to sink into the bed hoping that if I did not make any noise, he might leave me alone and I would be safe. Instead, he ripped the blanket off me with a triumphant laugh."Oh, you are purdy. Why don't you come sit on my l
I was in a panic as Reed, the owner of the club, came out and carried her gently through the club into a room in the back. They sent me into a kitchen through the back so I wouldn't stay out in the club with everyone else because you weren't allowed in until you signed the confidentiality agreement. I did not care. I was glad that I wasn't out there with all those people. I wanted to drown in my own self-pity.I sat at the small table, my head lying on my arms and trying hard to stem the tears rolling out of my eyes. I hated to cry. I had been taught young that crying would never get me anything. The anxiety of not knowing how Mia was and the frustration of my own guilt had the tears rolling at a steady pace.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I spun around quickly thinking it was the owner with news about Mia. The owner of the hand jumped out of the way just in time as my elbow passed within an inch of his stomach."Holy shit!" he shouted."Oh my God!" I cried as I stood up. "I'm so so
I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to figure a way out of this so I could find out how Mia was doing and get the hell outta this place."Look, I really appreciate your-" I waved my hands at his body, "manliness."Even in the white T-shirt and faded torn jeans, his manliness was very evident. I felt another shiver try to crawl its way down my back. He raised an eyebrow at me and ignoring him and the shiver, I continued."I really was not coming here to submit to a man. I was actually coming here to ah-" I broke off realizing I had nothing else coming to me.I bit my lip trying hard to come up with a believable reason to be in this exclusive club that apparently was all about bondage. I had tried bondage once and it had turned out terrible, giving a man two black eyes was not exactly my idea of a good time. I winced inwardly at that thought and what a completely unexpected turn of events this was. I was going to have a long chat with Bethany when I saw her, the tricky wench. She had
His mouth parted and gripped my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it gently. It grew swollen and raw, but he soothed that feeling away with a swipe of his tongue. I opened my mouth and practically begged him to take advantage of the opportunity. He was a smart man. I could tell because he did so without hesitation. His tongue swooped in almost as aggressively as the rest of him had. Rubbing and dueling with my tongue making my already hyper-aware body restless and needy. My nipples hardened into peaks, and I knew if my hands were free then I would tear off the constricting corset. Just so I could beg his hands or his mouth to touch them and relieve the ache that had started to build. I felt my self-control slipping as I was being swept away by the desire that he was stirring up in me. As if sensing my imminent surrender, he pulled away slowly."You are submissive, baby girl. You just need to find the right Master to top you," he said with an odd look.You would have thought he
This time I had genuinely thought it would be different. I had picked a Master who had sparked my interest to play with and I had picked the St. Andrew's cross because I had always liked the idea of being tied to the big giant x shaped thing. Now, however, I just really wanted to kick it.No matter what he had done or used, he had not gotten anywhere. In the end, he just untied me and left with a frustrated growl. I couldn't blame him though. Instead of feeling a sense of surrender, I had felt very disconnected as if I were sitting back watching the whole thing on a T.V. show. Sadly, it was the same feeling I had gotten with everyone the last two years.Movement in the doorway caught my eye and I turned to find Jordan leaning up against the door jamb of the private scening room I was in. Barely even half-dressed, I pressed my clothes tight against my chest insanely aware of his eyes on me.Honestly, I couldn't count the number of times I had been naked at the club, but with Jordan's ey