role of “Mistress Cardinal” as she felt nothing but contempt for most of her clients. Otherwise, if it wasn’t for the paycheck, she’d never do it. It left her emotionally empty inside, a bottomless void only one thing had ever filled.
Her service and love for Cris.
She only enjoyed taking care of Bob and one other guy, but that guy was married and his wife knew about his kink. A pain slut on the high end of the scale who wanted to be used hard. She’d had coffee with the guy’s wife at the very beginning, Tilly pleasantly shocked to find out as long as no sex was involved and everything was kept transparent with her, the wife had no problem with it. Maybe the fact that she was a psychologist helped. She’d wanted to watch one session. Once satisfied it didn’t cross any of their marital boundaries, she let him have one session a month with Tilly. Usually two or three hours that left him barely able to walk later, but happy. Lately, she’d been asking Tilly questions about what they did and asking for advice on things she could do for him at home.
Tilly was more than happy to show her proper techniques to cause pain without injury. She
couldn’t scene as heavily with him as he craved with Tilly, but it helped bond them closer as a couple.
A job well done.
Then…
She sighed. Then there was Bob.
She did not want to give up Bob.
Not just as a client either. It annoyed the snot out of her when she felt a twinge of guilt over that, picturing Cris’ face.
She also thought about the road ahead for Landry. Taking care of Landry, at first, would most likely be a full-time job in and of itself. Anyway, she didn’t have to worry about that for several days.
Bob wasn’t supposed to come back until next Thursday. She still had time to make up her mind there.
Two cups of coffee, an hour on the elliptical, and a shower later, Tilly dressed and was waiting when Landry pulled into the driveway.
Even though she’d told him not to bring Cris, relief to see Landry alone mixed with longing and a pang.
Goddammit.
She couldn’t possibly miss the asshole, could she? Was she that sick and twisted to seriously
want to see him after what he did to her?
She didn’t go out to Landry. She made him walk to her front door and ring her bell. She’d opted for slacks, a blouse, and a blazer. Conservative heels, her hair smoothed back, not gelled into her usual wild, spiked mess.
“You look very nice. I feel underdressed.” He wore jeans and a long-sleeved button-up shirt
with the sleeves rolled up.
“That’s not my problem, Landry.” She picked up her purse and pulled the front door shut behind her, locking it.
He kept his tone light. “I didn’t say it was.” He opened and held the car door for her. When he spotted her arched eyebrow, he smiled. “Holding doors isn’t just a slave thing, Tilly. It’s a gentlemanly thing.” His face darkened. “Or did slave never hold doors for you? I taught him better than that, I thought.”
“No, he held them. I just didn’t picture you being a man used to doing it.”
“There are a lot of things about me you don’t know. Was that an assumption on your part? I
thought we agreed to banish those from our marriage.”
She loved the sound of his voice, the hint of his accent. “Touché. Very true.” She took a deep breath and let it out as he took his place behind the wheel. “I’m sorry I’m bitchy this morning.”
“It’s all right. This is rather stressful. I’m aware of that. You are not alone in your feelings there.”
The question popped out of her mouth before she could beat it back. “So is he kneeling naked on the floor today?”
Landry slipped on sunglasses while he drove. “No. I let him get dressed and walk down to the park near the hotel. I told him I want him to sit there and think about his life and the things he’s done to the people who’ve loved him.”
“What did you tell him about today? About me?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
Her service and love for Cris.
She only enjoyed taking care of Bob and one other guy, but that guy was married and his wife knew about his kink. A pain slut on the high end of the scale who wanted to be used hard. She’d had coffee with the guy’s wife at the very beginning, Tilly pleasantly shocked to find out as long as no sex was involved and everything was kept transparent with her, the wife had no problem with it. Maybe the fact that she was a psychologist helped. She’d wanted to watch one session. Once satisfied it didn’t cross any of their marital boundaries, she let him have one session a month with Tilly. Usually two or three hours that left him barely able to walk later, but happy. Lately, she’d been asking Tilly questions about what they did and asking for advice on things she could do for him at home.
Tilly was more than happy to show her proper techniques to cause pain without injury. She
couldn’t scene as heavily with him as he craved with Tilly, but it helped bond them closer as a couple.
A job well done.
Then…
She sighed. Then there was Bob.
She did not want to give up Bob.
Not just as a client either. It annoyed the snot out of her when she felt a twinge of guilt over that, picturing Cris’ face.
She also thought about the road ahead for Landry. Taking care of Landry, at first, would most likely be a full-time job in and of itself. Anyway, she didn’t have to worry about that for several days.
Bob wasn’t supposed to come back until next Thursday. She still had time to make up her mind there.
Two cups of coffee, an hour on the elliptical, and a shower later, Tilly dressed and was waiting when Landry pulled into the driveway.
Even though she’d told him not to bring Cris, relief to see Landry alone mixed with longing and a pang.
Goddammit.
She couldn’t possibly miss the asshole, could she? Was she that sick and twisted to seriously
want to see him after what he did to her?
She didn’t go out to Landry. She made him walk to her front door and ring her bell. She’d opted for slacks, a blouse, and a blazer. Conservative heels, her hair smoothed back, not gelled into her usual wild, spiked mess.
“You look very nice. I feel underdressed.” He wore jeans and a long-sleeved button-up shirt
with the sleeves rolled up.
“That’s not my problem, Landry.” She picked up her purse and pulled the front door shut behind her, locking it.
He kept his tone light. “I didn’t say it was.” He opened and held the car door for her. When he spotted her arched eyebrow, he smiled. “Holding doors isn’t just a slave thing, Tilly. It’s a gentlemanly thing.” His face darkened. “Or did slave never hold doors for you? I taught him better than that, I thought.”
“No, he held them. I just didn’t picture you being a man used to doing it.”
“There are a lot of things about me you don’t know. Was that an assumption on your part? I
thought we agreed to banish those from our marriage.”
She loved the sound of his voice, the hint of his accent. “Touché. Very true.” She took a deep breath and let it out as he took his place behind the wheel. “I’m sorry I’m bitchy this morning.”
“It’s all right. This is rather stressful. I’m aware of that. You are not alone in your feelings there.”
The question popped out of her mouth before she could beat it back. “So is he kneeling naked on the floor today?”
Landry slipped on sunglasses while he drove. “No. I let him get dressed and walk down to the park near the hotel. I told him I want him to sit there and think about his life and the things he’s done to the people who’ve loved him.”
“What did you tell him about today? About me?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
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