them. She places her hands on the back of my chair as she squeezes past, and her fingertips accidentally brush my shoulders. It’s so simple; innocent, but I flinch away.
The cups are on the table within seconds, and I see that my chocolate heart dusting is perfect in the center of my foamed milk. I take my spoon and slice through it while Joss pulls out her seat next to me and sits.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks quietly, and I see the disappointment written across her face.
I mumble like an insolent teenager. “I’m just not in the mood today, sorry.” I can’t look at her, but I know she’s staring at me. “It’s nothing personal.”
“I feel like it is, Jaime,” she snaps. “You’ve been rude ever since we got here, and I can’t sit here and say nothing anymore.”
Gasps are heard around the table, but I’m the only one not caring that there are other people in the coffee shop.
“How have I been rude?” I fire back, and I find myself blurting out things I never meant to say. “How about you? For over a year you’ve been acting all fucking quiet and innocent like you’re the terrified little girl, and I’m the big bad wolf—yet I’ve done absolutely nothing to you at all, but I’m the rude one?”—I raise my hands—“Clearly, you’re fucking delusional, Joss, because no matter what mood I’ve been in at any time, I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and I’ve tried to be your friend, but to you that obviously means jack shit!”
Sadie holds her hand out to me and places it on my shoulder. “I know you still don’t want to talk about what’s upset you—I understand that, but whatever it is you don’t have to take it out on us.”
My nostrils flare, and my eyes narrow when the surge of rage threatens to escape. I clench my jaw tight, and my teeth grind. I’m about as calm as a baby goat inside, but I try to keep it together, so I don’t cause a scene.
“I may have some things going on with me, Sadie, but don’t you ever accuse me of taking my shit out on my friends. You all know that’s one fucking damn thing I would never do.” I stand up and push my cup towards Joss. “Can you fix that, Joss?”
She looks down at the mangled heart in the cup and drops her head. I leave the coffee shop without looking back at the girls, and I get in my car to drive home.
Chapter 10
I avoid Sadie for the rest of the evening and stay holed in my bedroom with the door locked. The box containing my order is staring at me on top of my desk, and I stop fighting it and tear open the parcel.
I hold the restraints and the rope in my hands, and the buzz of excitement makes me smile. I unravel the purple rope and sit on my bed. I refer back to my mental notes and attempt to tie my ankle to the small post at the footboard. It’s a lot trickier than I thought, and it’s a little loose, so I try again.
“Whoa!” I did it! I’ve successfully tied my ankle to the post using a prusik shackle.
I undo it and tie one of the lacy cuffs around my ankle and, using the same rope tie, I anchor it to the post again.
My stomach swarms with butterflies as I do the same to the other side, and I’m sitting on my bed, bound and tied by my ankles, and I squirm uncomfortably. My nipples harden against the fabric of my thin tank, and I hold my breasts to soothe them, but it only turns me on further. I can’t close my legs to relieve the aching in my clit, but I don’t want to service myself just yet. I need to wait until later tonight when I get home.
“Fuck, this is amazing,” I whisper out loud.
I try on my new outfits and decide on the cute black corset and rose-red plaid skirt. I look through my closet and pick out my sparkling silver heeled shoes and choose to leave my legs bare. I quickly redo the loose waves in my hair and apply a fresh coat of pink gloss and black cat’s-eye liner. I slip on a pair of jeans and hide my heavy cleavage with a blue sweater. I roll my skirt up and
The cups are on the table within seconds, and I see that my chocolate heart dusting is perfect in the center of my foamed milk. I take my spoon and slice through it while Joss pulls out her seat next to me and sits.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks quietly, and I see the disappointment written across her face.
I mumble like an insolent teenager. “I’m just not in the mood today, sorry.” I can’t look at her, but I know she’s staring at me. “It’s nothing personal.”
“I feel like it is, Jaime,” she snaps. “You’ve been rude ever since we got here, and I can’t sit here and say nothing anymore.”
Gasps are heard around the table, but I’m the only one not caring that there are other people in the coffee shop.
“How have I been rude?” I fire back, and I find myself blurting out things I never meant to say. “How about you? For over a year you’ve been acting all fucking quiet and innocent like you’re the terrified little girl, and I’m the big bad wolf—yet I’ve done absolutely nothing to you at all, but I’m the rude one?”—I raise my hands—“Clearly, you’re fucking delusional, Joss, because no matter what mood I’ve been in at any time, I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and I’ve tried to be your friend, but to you that obviously means jack shit!”
Sadie holds her hand out to me and places it on my shoulder. “I know you still don’t want to talk about what’s upset you—I understand that, but whatever it is you don’t have to take it out on us.”
My nostrils flare, and my eyes narrow when the surge of rage threatens to escape. I clench my jaw tight, and my teeth grind. I’m about as calm as a baby goat inside, but I try to keep it together, so I don’t cause a scene.
“I may have some things going on with me, Sadie, but don’t you ever accuse me of taking my shit out on my friends. You all know that’s one fucking damn thing I would never do.” I stand up and push my cup towards Joss. “Can you fix that, Joss?”
She looks down at the mangled heart in the cup and drops her head. I leave the coffee shop without looking back at the girls, and I get in my car to drive home.
Chapter 10
I avoid Sadie for the rest of the evening and stay holed in my bedroom with the door locked. The box containing my order is staring at me on top of my desk, and I stop fighting it and tear open the parcel.
I hold the restraints and the rope in my hands, and the buzz of excitement makes me smile. I unravel the purple rope and sit on my bed. I refer back to my mental notes and attempt to tie my ankle to the small post at the footboard. It’s a lot trickier than I thought, and it’s a little loose, so I try again.
“Whoa!” I did it! I’ve successfully tied my ankle to the post using a prusik shackle.
I undo it and tie one of the lacy cuffs around my ankle and, using the same rope tie, I anchor it to the post again.
My stomach swarms with butterflies as I do the same to the other side, and I’m sitting on my bed, bound and tied by my ankles, and I squirm uncomfortably. My nipples harden against the fabric of my thin tank, and I hold my breasts to soothe them, but it only turns me on further. I can’t close my legs to relieve the aching in my clit, but I don’t want to service myself just yet. I need to wait until later tonight when I get home.
“Fuck, this is amazing,” I whisper out loud.
I try on my new outfits and decide on the cute black corset and rose-red plaid skirt. I look through my closet and pick out my sparkling silver heeled shoes and choose to leave my legs bare. I quickly redo the loose waves in my hair and apply a fresh coat of pink gloss and black cat’s-eye liner. I slip on a pair of jeans and hide my heavy cleavage with a blue sweater. I roll my skirt up and
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