Except for her work
as an event planner she had stripped everything else from her life. Her clients
thought she walked on water because she immersed herself in each event as if it
was the only thing that existed. What they didn’t realize was that—for her—the
events were her life. She might as well face the fact that she was
vicariously living everyone else’s existence because hers hurt too much.
Sean,
what happened? Why did you leave me that way? You proposed to me in such a
unique way. There in the club, in the room we’d come to think of as ours. Me on my knees before you in submissive pose. When you
released the handcuffs around my wrists you brought my hands around in front of
me, cradled them to your lips, and kissed each finger. You told me how much you
loved me. Asked me to marry you and live with you forever. Damn you, you fell
of the face of the earth. Was it something I said? Something I did?
She
couldn’t face going to Fantasy without him. She could still sense the sting of the
single tail whip he loved as it snapped against her ass and thighs. She
remembered the sensation of warm wax as he dripped the sensual heat onto her
skin during wax play. And she’d never forget how with great love and tenderness
he pushed her to expand her limits, to let him take her right to the edge of
pleasure each and every time.
She
was sure the orgasms she’d experienced with him she’d never feel with anyone
else. Sean was the perfect Dom. She’d seen others who were harsh, who demanded
more than their subs could give, who didn’t give their subs the proper respect.
But Sean was caring, attentive, possessive, and respectful. He was well aware
of the power exchange between them.
At
night, when she closed her eyes, the image of him naked shimmered in her brain.
His tall, powerful, tanned body gleamed in soft lamplight, muscles rippling
beneath the skin. Fire shone from his emerald eyes in a square, masculine face
framed by rich, brown hair that brushed his collar. Even now the thought of him
ratcheted up the pulse throbbing in her pussy. Longing made her ache for his
mouth on her nipples.
“Hello,
earth to Johanna?”
Her
mind snapped to attention as Kira’s voice penetrated
her erotic fog. She hoped her wild thoughts hadn’t caused her to blush.
“Sorry.
I was just—,” her voice faded off.
“Just thinking about Sean.”
Kira
moved from the chair, sat next to her sister on the couch, and took one of her
hands.
“I
know, honey, and I ache for you. I just wish there was something I could say or
do to make you feel better.”
“If
I just knew what happened—”
She
drew her knees up under her chin, collapsing her body as if she could squeeze
out the painful memories. A sharp spike of emotional pain speared through her
from head to toe.
“One
day he’s here, an up-and-coming lawyer working for the government. The next day
he’s gone and no one knows where he went. Or else they won’t tell me.”
“That’s
so weird.” Kira frowned. “I mean , to not tell you anything ?”
“They
only told me when I went to his office that he’d been transferred to one of
their other offices and they weren’t sure if he wanted me to know where he
was.”
Jo
shivered.
“His
boss gave me the creeps. Grey suit, grey hair, grey eyes. No smile. No
expression at all, as a matter of fact. He looks like he’s not even human.”
“Maybe
something happened to him?” Kira suggested.
Jo
shook her head.
“They’d
at least have told me that. Nope, I think he had buyer’s remorse, got his boss
to send him to Timbuktu or wherever their other offices are, and completely
forgot about me.”
“But
if something did happen,” Kira persisted, “you might be able to forgive
him. Right?”
Jo
snorted.
“It
would have to be something really disastrous.”
She
stood up.
“Let’s
drop it. I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“Okay,
but will you at least think about going to Fantasy on your
as an event planner she had stripped everything else from her life. Her clients
thought she walked on water because she immersed herself in each event as if it
was the only thing that existed. What they didn’t realize was that—for her—the
events were her life. She might as well face the fact that she was
vicariously living everyone else’s existence because hers hurt too much.
Sean,
what happened? Why did you leave me that way? You proposed to me in such a
unique way. There in the club, in the room we’d come to think of as ours. Me on my knees before you in submissive pose. When you
released the handcuffs around my wrists you brought my hands around in front of
me, cradled them to your lips, and kissed each finger. You told me how much you
loved me. Asked me to marry you and live with you forever. Damn you, you fell
of the face of the earth. Was it something I said? Something I did?
She
couldn’t face going to Fantasy without him. She could still sense the sting of the
single tail whip he loved as it snapped against her ass and thighs. She
remembered the sensation of warm wax as he dripped the sensual heat onto her
skin during wax play. And she’d never forget how with great love and tenderness
he pushed her to expand her limits, to let him take her right to the edge of
pleasure each and every time.
She
was sure the orgasms she’d experienced with him she’d never feel with anyone
else. Sean was the perfect Dom. She’d seen others who were harsh, who demanded
more than their subs could give, who didn’t give their subs the proper respect.
But Sean was caring, attentive, possessive, and respectful. He was well aware
of the power exchange between them.
At
night, when she closed her eyes, the image of him naked shimmered in her brain.
His tall, powerful, tanned body gleamed in soft lamplight, muscles rippling
beneath the skin. Fire shone from his emerald eyes in a square, masculine face
framed by rich, brown hair that brushed his collar. Even now the thought of him
ratcheted up the pulse throbbing in her pussy. Longing made her ache for his
mouth on her nipples.
“Hello,
earth to Johanna?”
Her
mind snapped to attention as Kira’s voice penetrated
her erotic fog. She hoped her wild thoughts hadn’t caused her to blush.
“Sorry.
I was just—,” her voice faded off.
“Just thinking about Sean.”
Kira
moved from the chair, sat next to her sister on the couch, and took one of her
hands.
“I
know, honey, and I ache for you. I just wish there was something I could say or
do to make you feel better.”
“If
I just knew what happened—”
She
drew her knees up under her chin, collapsing her body as if she could squeeze
out the painful memories. A sharp spike of emotional pain speared through her
from head to toe.
“One
day he’s here, an up-and-coming lawyer working for the government. The next day
he’s gone and no one knows where he went. Or else they won’t tell me.”
“That’s
so weird.” Kira frowned. “I mean , to not tell you anything ?”
“They
only told me when I went to his office that he’d been transferred to one of
their other offices and they weren’t sure if he wanted me to know where he
was.”
Jo
shivered.
“His
boss gave me the creeps. Grey suit, grey hair, grey eyes. No smile. No
expression at all, as a matter of fact. He looks like he’s not even human.”
“Maybe
something happened to him?” Kira suggested.
Jo
shook her head.
“They’d
at least have told me that. Nope, I think he had buyer’s remorse, got his boss
to send him to Timbuktu or wherever their other offices are, and completely
forgot about me.”
“But
if something did happen,” Kira persisted, “you might be able to forgive
him. Right?”
Jo
snorted.
“It
would have to be something really disastrous.”
She
stood up.
“Let’s
drop it. I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“Okay,
but will you at least think about going to Fantasy on your
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