seconds. ‘He’s not cheating on Maxine.’
‘I don’t know what to believe.’
‘You think he’d lie to you?’
‘I don’t know.’ He sighed and shuffled across the sofa, curling his arm around her shoulder. He buried his nose in the space beneath her ear. ‘I do know that I don’t want to talk about it any more. I just want to sit with you and browse slaves for the Library.’
‘I messaged Mandy to apologise.’
‘Who?’
‘The sub, Dan.’ She gave him a playful shove. ‘The one we went there to meet in the first place.’
It all seemed so long ago. A distant dream where life was normal and the kink scene, safe. ‘Great. What did she say?’
‘She didn’t go. She chickened out as she got to the car park. Just turned around and drove away.’
‘Wuss.’
‘You do come on a bit strong sometimes, Spanx.’
The use of his online handle brought a smile to his lips. ‘Do I?’
‘Yes. All those pictures on your profile and the list of subs under your name.’
‘Only three.’
‘That’s more than most people. Anyway, she wants to try again another time. She says she’ll arrive early—wherever it is—and have a few drinks first.’
He nodded. ‘Fine.’ A glance at the laptop made him frown. ‘That’s not her, though. Who’s Black Angelus ?’
Karen cleared her throat. ‘Someone I was talking to today.’
‘Nice.’
The rest of the details attracted him just as much. Single. Submissive. Actively seeking playmates. Local.
Some of his anger and confusion began to ease away. ‘Show me some of the pictures.’
Karen tapped and swiped at the trackpad. Seconds later a picture appeared. A naked back, broad across the shoulders which were the same dark colour as Karen’s own skin. Dan couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Very, very nice.
The next shot showed two feet in a spreader bar. Another, a close up of a deep purple nipple, pinched tight by a silver nipple clamp.
He grinned. ‘Very nice. Let’s see her face.’
Karen took a deep breath. ‘It’s not a woman.’ She didn’t look at him but continued sweeping through the photos.
The on screen nipple vanished, replaced by an image of a tall, stubbly man with dreadlocks. His eyes were closed, but his expression spoke volumes, as did his erect penis, jutting over the top of half lowered boxers. His arms were chained above his head, stretched far enough to make the muscles across his neck and shoulders bunch and cord. Sweat gleamed on his bare chest. A huge, red ball gag stretched his mouth.
His mouth.
Dan sat back. ‘Oh.’
Chapter Eleven
Karen
Karen felt Dan stiffen beside her. His hand stopped massaging her shoulder.
I knew this was a bad idea.
He stared at the screen. A muscle pulsed in the side of his jaw.
Her chest tightened. Say something. Please.
‘ Black Angelus.’ He made no attempt to hide the disapproving curl of his upper lip. ‘What sort of name is that?’
Biting her tongue, she flicked to a more recent picture of Sith’s back.
A grunt. ‘Tattoos? Of course. How original.’
‘You’re upset,’ she murmured. Her hands trembled on the lid of the laptop.
‘No, I’m just surprised.’ His voice didn’t match the forced air of nonchalance. His hand bunched into a fist on her shoulder.
‘I’m sorry,’ she blurted. ‘I shouldn’t have brought him up— but we were talking about subs—he seems really nice.’
‘You’ve spoken? When?’
‘He was at the munch. I was talking to him when your dad showed up.’ The moment the words left her mouth Karen knew it was the wrong thing to say.
Dan wrenched away from her, and paced the room. He retrieved his bottle from the fireplace and swigged. After a moment he pressed the rim to his lips and tipped it back, drinking, drinking and drinking some more until the contents were utterly spent. He burped.
‘Dan—’
‘What’s he like?’ he snapped. ‘What does he do?’
‘He’s a barrister—in training.’
‘Nice. Good for him. Bet he’s
‘I don’t know what to believe.’
‘You think he’d lie to you?’
‘I don’t know.’ He sighed and shuffled across the sofa, curling his arm around her shoulder. He buried his nose in the space beneath her ear. ‘I do know that I don’t want to talk about it any more. I just want to sit with you and browse slaves for the Library.’
‘I messaged Mandy to apologise.’
‘Who?’
‘The sub, Dan.’ She gave him a playful shove. ‘The one we went there to meet in the first place.’
It all seemed so long ago. A distant dream where life was normal and the kink scene, safe. ‘Great. What did she say?’
‘She didn’t go. She chickened out as she got to the car park. Just turned around and drove away.’
‘Wuss.’
‘You do come on a bit strong sometimes, Spanx.’
The use of his online handle brought a smile to his lips. ‘Do I?’
‘Yes. All those pictures on your profile and the list of subs under your name.’
‘Only three.’
‘That’s more than most people. Anyway, she wants to try again another time. She says she’ll arrive early—wherever it is—and have a few drinks first.’
He nodded. ‘Fine.’ A glance at the laptop made him frown. ‘That’s not her, though. Who’s Black Angelus ?’
Karen cleared her throat. ‘Someone I was talking to today.’
‘Nice.’
The rest of the details attracted him just as much. Single. Submissive. Actively seeking playmates. Local.
Some of his anger and confusion began to ease away. ‘Show me some of the pictures.’
Karen tapped and swiped at the trackpad. Seconds later a picture appeared. A naked back, broad across the shoulders which were the same dark colour as Karen’s own skin. Dan couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Very, very nice.
The next shot showed two feet in a spreader bar. Another, a close up of a deep purple nipple, pinched tight by a silver nipple clamp.
He grinned. ‘Very nice. Let’s see her face.’
Karen took a deep breath. ‘It’s not a woman.’ She didn’t look at him but continued sweeping through the photos.
The on screen nipple vanished, replaced by an image of a tall, stubbly man with dreadlocks. His eyes were closed, but his expression spoke volumes, as did his erect penis, jutting over the top of half lowered boxers. His arms were chained above his head, stretched far enough to make the muscles across his neck and shoulders bunch and cord. Sweat gleamed on his bare chest. A huge, red ball gag stretched his mouth.
His mouth.
Dan sat back. ‘Oh.’
Chapter Eleven
Karen
Karen felt Dan stiffen beside her. His hand stopped massaging her shoulder.
I knew this was a bad idea.
He stared at the screen. A muscle pulsed in the side of his jaw.
Her chest tightened. Say something. Please.
‘ Black Angelus.’ He made no attempt to hide the disapproving curl of his upper lip. ‘What sort of name is that?’
Biting her tongue, she flicked to a more recent picture of Sith’s back.
A grunt. ‘Tattoos? Of course. How original.’
‘You’re upset,’ she murmured. Her hands trembled on the lid of the laptop.
‘No, I’m just surprised.’ His voice didn’t match the forced air of nonchalance. His hand bunched into a fist on her shoulder.
‘I’m sorry,’ she blurted. ‘I shouldn’t have brought him up— but we were talking about subs—he seems really nice.’
‘You’ve spoken? When?’
‘He was at the munch. I was talking to him when your dad showed up.’ The moment the words left her mouth Karen knew it was the wrong thing to say.
Dan wrenched away from her, and paced the room. He retrieved his bottle from the fireplace and swigged. After a moment he pressed the rim to his lips and tipped it back, drinking, drinking and drinking some more until the contents were utterly spent. He burped.
‘Dan—’
‘What’s he like?’ he snapped. ‘What does he do?’
‘He’s a barrister—in training.’
‘Nice. Good for him. Bet he’s
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