the clock. “I need to go. Adele will be home soon.”
Will held me tighter for a brief moment, then climbed out of my lap. I got the impression he wanted to say something but was holding back.
“Can we plan a date this week for a session? I’ve got plans for you.”
I returned his smirk. “Tomorrow?”
The smirk turned into a full, beaming smile. “Really? Yeah. That would be great for me, I can leave after my meeting. What time do you finish work?”
“Four.” And Adele would have already left for the restaurant, so she wouldn’t know.
“Great.”
“But I won’t be able to do my pre-session warm up, so I’ll need you to ease me into it gently.”
“I can do that,” he said with another smile. “Wait, you have a pre-session warm up?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “It gets me into the right frame of mind.”
“Oh. I always thought you got into your headspace really easily.”
“I suppose I do. You make it easy for me.”
We were at the front door, and I was hovering, stealing for more time with him. There was an awkward pause, then his lips were on mine. I’d not even seen him coming toward me. He was just kissing me.
After a moment of shock, I relaxed against his lips. He kissed me softly, carefully; no tongue at first as I welcomed the warm, dry skin of his lips against me, then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and ran his wet tongue over it.
One of us whimpered. I don’t know who.
His hands held my waist, holding me in place although our bodies weren’t pressed up against each other. I felt like a teenager at prom, gripping his strong upper arms to keep me standing while his kisses made my knees weak.
Will broke away, resting his forehead against mine as I struggled to catch my breath. One fucking kiss and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my fucking chest.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to him. “I liked it.”
And I kissed him again.
Chapter Eight
M Y HOURS at work the next day ticked by slower than they ever had before. I usually had at least three staff on with me; where I worked might have been an independent bookstore, but it was a big one. So having one person call in sick put the pressure on a bit, and we had a big delivery, too, but instead of making the time go quicker, which is what normally happens when we’re pushed, I felt every minute.
I knew that our relationship was growing, we were pushing the boundaries of what we could claim was part of our D/s arrangement. Actually, I thought I was doing a rather excellent job of denying to myself and everyone else around me how I really felt. Those emotions that related to Will were being kept squashed right down and locked away where I didn’t have to deal with them.
The ache for him was huge by the time I made my way across town to his house. The drive was familiar to me, the twitchy feeling wasn’t. I hoped he would beat it out of me.
Will met me in the kitchen, just his stance telling me we weren’t in our roles yet.
“Hey,” he greeted me with a smile.
“Hi,” I said.
“I thought I could watch your pre-session warm up,” he smirked at me.
“Jeez,” I sighed, rubbing my hands through my hair. “I’m going to regret telling you that, aren’t I?”
Will laughed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’ll probably mess up your headspace anyway.”
“Take me upstairs?” I asked as a response. It was terrifying, asking that of him.
He nodded silently, slipping into his own role, and I left, knowing that he’d follow me in a few moments to allow me time to get ready. The playroom smelled familiar again—of leather and man and the faint lemon of cleaning products. I stripped quickly and piled my clothes by the door, then assumed my kneeling position in the middle of the room.
Surprising myself by finding my headspace easily, I settled to wait for my Master.
He entered, shutting the door softly behind
Will held me tighter for a brief moment, then climbed out of my lap. I got the impression he wanted to say something but was holding back.
“Can we plan a date this week for a session? I’ve got plans for you.”
I returned his smirk. “Tomorrow?”
The smirk turned into a full, beaming smile. “Really? Yeah. That would be great for me, I can leave after my meeting. What time do you finish work?”
“Four.” And Adele would have already left for the restaurant, so she wouldn’t know.
“Great.”
“But I won’t be able to do my pre-session warm up, so I’ll need you to ease me into it gently.”
“I can do that,” he said with another smile. “Wait, you have a pre-session warm up?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “It gets me into the right frame of mind.”
“Oh. I always thought you got into your headspace really easily.”
“I suppose I do. You make it easy for me.”
We were at the front door, and I was hovering, stealing for more time with him. There was an awkward pause, then his lips were on mine. I’d not even seen him coming toward me. He was just kissing me.
After a moment of shock, I relaxed against his lips. He kissed me softly, carefully; no tongue at first as I welcomed the warm, dry skin of his lips against me, then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and ran his wet tongue over it.
One of us whimpered. I don’t know who.
His hands held my waist, holding me in place although our bodies weren’t pressed up against each other. I felt like a teenager at prom, gripping his strong upper arms to keep me standing while his kisses made my knees weak.
Will broke away, resting his forehead against mine as I struggled to catch my breath. One fucking kiss and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my fucking chest.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to him. “I liked it.”
And I kissed him again.
Chapter Eight
M Y HOURS at work the next day ticked by slower than they ever had before. I usually had at least three staff on with me; where I worked might have been an independent bookstore, but it was a big one. So having one person call in sick put the pressure on a bit, and we had a big delivery, too, but instead of making the time go quicker, which is what normally happens when we’re pushed, I felt every minute.
I knew that our relationship was growing, we were pushing the boundaries of what we could claim was part of our D/s arrangement. Actually, I thought I was doing a rather excellent job of denying to myself and everyone else around me how I really felt. Those emotions that related to Will were being kept squashed right down and locked away where I didn’t have to deal with them.
The ache for him was huge by the time I made my way across town to his house. The drive was familiar to me, the twitchy feeling wasn’t. I hoped he would beat it out of me.
Will met me in the kitchen, just his stance telling me we weren’t in our roles yet.
“Hey,” he greeted me with a smile.
“Hi,” I said.
“I thought I could watch your pre-session warm up,” he smirked at me.
“Jeez,” I sighed, rubbing my hands through my hair. “I’m going to regret telling you that, aren’t I?”
Will laughed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’ll probably mess up your headspace anyway.”
“Take me upstairs?” I asked as a response. It was terrifying, asking that of him.
He nodded silently, slipping into his own role, and I left, knowing that he’d follow me in a few moments to allow me time to get ready. The playroom smelled familiar again—of leather and man and the faint lemon of cleaning products. I stripped quickly and piled my clothes by the door, then assumed my kneeling position in the middle of the room.
Surprising myself by finding my headspace easily, I settled to wait for my Master.
He entered, shutting the door softly behind
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