home and change if you like.”
“No, you look great no
matter what you have on. It’s already started anyway. Let’s go in; they’re
waiting on us.”
He took her hand and
led her to the door. Aside from the most obvious fear, he had been wondering if
the return to the store had scared her. She hadn’t been back since everything
had happened, and it was only when he got home and found her gone that he
thought she might not been too excited about it at all. She had said it sounded
like fun, that she’d like to see some of her friends she hadn’t seen in a
while, but he had really started questioning that earlier.
“Ready?”
“Getting there,” she
said, smiling at him as she walked past him through the doorway into the
Wholesale Warehouse.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Tom Tinkerton grabbed a
beer from his refrigerator and leaned against the counter. As he opened it and
took a drink, he got a good look at his reflection in the door of the
microwave. He tipped the can toward his reflection as a toast and took another
drink. Well this day sure as hell took a turn he never could have expected. He
took another drink then opened the refrigerator again. This first one wasn’t
going to last long, he quickly conceded, so he grabbed another and headed for
the living room.
Surely, he was breaking
some sort of law with this, he reasoned. Aside from the obvious lewd acts in
the park, that was definitely illegal, he searched his brain for something
involving the girl’s past, and his connection to it. Immoral? Sure. In bad taste? Beyond a doubt, but he couldn’t
think of anything actually against the law about what they had done. Sure,
there was always the possibility she would decide it was a bad idea to begin
with. He’d have a hell of a time explaining his semen in her stomach, along
with any minor scratch or bruising on her wrists from the cuffs. There was
always that. Or maybe it was a set up all along. That wasn’t overly farfetched
either. But actually, legally wrong? Not really.
He pulled the lever on
his recliner, lifting his feet while kicking his boots off at the same time.
Another drink emptied the first beer. He knew it wouldn’t last. Good thing he
brought another. Who the fuck could have seen this going this way? Sure,
something similar had happened before, but that was fantasy; hell, he’d fucked
that poor girl seven ways to Sunday in his head, but shit, he really never gave
himself a shot at it for real. What a fucking day.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Lana Martin sat at the
kitchen table listening to the shower run in the other room. Her head was
spinning from everything which she had been through today, and she really
didn’t want to do anything but go to bed. But that wasn’t going to happen and
she knew it. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but somehow, she was
going to have to get Sergio to understand things were different with her. The
game they played, the roles they had created had been her idea, she knew that,
but they couldn’t survive now. She needed more, and she really didn’t think he
was going to be able to give it to her, so to speak. But he had been so
helpful, so loving, and she did in fact love him, she couldn’t deny that, but
she had to accept who she really was, and so did he.
She found herself
wondering just how much he really didn’t see. He had never asked how she got to
the store earlier, choosing to accept the fact she was there seemingly blindly.
And how could he not know about the mask? How could he not see how far she
wanted, needed him to go when they were fucking. So much farther, past the
point of safe words and restraints, couldn’t he see she wanted to worship him?
Hell, he hadn’t even
thought to question why she had spent the first 20 minutes of the dinner in the
restroom. What was she doing, throwing her panties away because they were still
drenched from the little tryst at the park? Was she brushing her teeth with a
paper towel wrapped around
“No, you look great no
matter what you have on. It’s already started anyway. Let’s go in; they’re
waiting on us.”
He took her hand and
led her to the door. Aside from the most obvious fear, he had been wondering if
the return to the store had scared her. She hadn’t been back since everything
had happened, and it was only when he got home and found her gone that he
thought she might not been too excited about it at all. She had said it sounded
like fun, that she’d like to see some of her friends she hadn’t seen in a
while, but he had really started questioning that earlier.
“Ready?”
“Getting there,” she
said, smiling at him as she walked past him through the doorway into the
Wholesale Warehouse.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Tom Tinkerton grabbed a
beer from his refrigerator and leaned against the counter. As he opened it and
took a drink, he got a good look at his reflection in the door of the
microwave. He tipped the can toward his reflection as a toast and took another
drink. Well this day sure as hell took a turn he never could have expected. He
took another drink then opened the refrigerator again. This first one wasn’t
going to last long, he quickly conceded, so he grabbed another and headed for
the living room.
Surely, he was breaking
some sort of law with this, he reasoned. Aside from the obvious lewd acts in
the park, that was definitely illegal, he searched his brain for something
involving the girl’s past, and his connection to it. Immoral? Sure. In bad taste? Beyond a doubt, but he couldn’t
think of anything actually against the law about what they had done. Sure,
there was always the possibility she would decide it was a bad idea to begin
with. He’d have a hell of a time explaining his semen in her stomach, along
with any minor scratch or bruising on her wrists from the cuffs. There was
always that. Or maybe it was a set up all along. That wasn’t overly farfetched
either. But actually, legally wrong? Not really.
He pulled the lever on
his recliner, lifting his feet while kicking his boots off at the same time.
Another drink emptied the first beer. He knew it wouldn’t last. Good thing he
brought another. Who the fuck could have seen this going this way? Sure,
something similar had happened before, but that was fantasy; hell, he’d fucked
that poor girl seven ways to Sunday in his head, but shit, he really never gave
himself a shot at it for real. What a fucking day.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Lana Martin sat at the
kitchen table listening to the shower run in the other room. Her head was
spinning from everything which she had been through today, and she really
didn’t want to do anything but go to bed. But that wasn’t going to happen and
she knew it. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but somehow, she was
going to have to get Sergio to understand things were different with her. The
game they played, the roles they had created had been her idea, she knew that,
but they couldn’t survive now. She needed more, and she really didn’t think he
was going to be able to give it to her, so to speak. But he had been so
helpful, so loving, and she did in fact love him, she couldn’t deny that, but
she had to accept who she really was, and so did he.
She found herself
wondering just how much he really didn’t see. He had never asked how she got to
the store earlier, choosing to accept the fact she was there seemingly blindly.
And how could he not know about the mask? How could he not see how far she
wanted, needed him to go when they were fucking. So much farther, past the
point of safe words and restraints, couldn’t he see she wanted to worship him?
Hell, he hadn’t even
thought to question why she had spent the first 20 minutes of the dinner in the
restroom. What was she doing, throwing her panties away because they were still
drenched from the little tryst at the park? Was she brushing her teeth with a
paper towel wrapped around
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