gynecologist. I was positive about good test results, yet sitting in the office, avoiding pamphlets and posters, I felt the worry take hold. It grated at me until after work on Thursday. An e-mail from the doctor's office confirmed that I was clear.
With the fear banished, I paced around the apartment, wanting to write. But the energy crawling through me was too alive for writing. My body craved sex and pain. Quinn's passion was invigorating. Confounding. He made me want him . I had stopped worrying about emotions coming into play, literally, when-- but Quinn wasn't Rhys. At all. He seemed pleased with how I submitted for him. That our Checklists were so compatible was heartening.
Why not call him?
“ Hey,” he answered on the fourth ring. “What's up, Clara?”
“ I've got good news for you, unless you're busy?”
“ Good news is always welcome.”
“ I had blood tests done. I'm good, just for the record.” His silence made me realize how tactless I'd been. “It seemed like relevant information, I'm sorry I-”
“ That is really good news.” It sounded like he laughed, though the sound was muffled. “What are you doing now?”
“ Right now? Nothing much. You?”
“ I want you.”
That nearly made me moan aloud. “Yes please, Sir.”
“ I'm coming to get you. Bring clothes for work, or I can bring you back later.”
“ What do you want me to wear?”
“ Whatever you want, just make sure it'll come off fast.”
“ I will. Thank you, Sir.”
The next fifteen minutes were a flurry of activity. I packed a small bag while waiting for the lotion on my skin to dry. Forgetting about makeup, I tore through my closet searching for the corsets club-wear and section. I went back through memories, trying to find moments where I'd felt apprehensive about having submitting for him again. There weren't any.
“ Whoa! Hold on there, kitten.” I disentangled Tiny's claws from the train of my skirt. Without the black lacy train, it would have been a plain black leather skirt. It fell to the middle of my thighs and made my legs look nice. My corset was black, stiff and decorated with strips of black velvet. I wasn't sure how I felt about my body shaking involuntarily. Not lightly, either. Why? I sent a message to Lane, letting her know I'd be out all night. My phone buzzed, but it was Quinn, letting me know that he had arrived.
“ Hello again.” His voice alone made me want him.
“ Hello.”
Taking my bag from me, he opened the passenger door and stepped back to let me in. I stumbled slightly, not expecting him to pull me against his chest. My head was already raised when he kissed me. I was breathless when he pulled back, and happy that he seemed to be, too.
“That's how you say hello.”
“ I'll remember that next time, Sir.” I smiled at him.
“ Get in, I've got the heat on. Feel free to turn it up.” He shrugged out of his jacket at a red light and draped it over my lap. “You're still shivering?”
“ Not as much anymore. Thank you.”
Lust raged when I saw the intense focus he used so effortlessly. He drove with one hand on the wheel, a cigarette balanced between two of his fingers. Quinn trusted the car to do what he wanted, though he was alert, ready to react if something unexpected happened. It was really comforting after driving with Lane, who, though I knew she was, never seemed entirely focused on the road.
“ Work's going okay?” he asked.
“ It's been good. You?”
“ The week's started off well.” He studied a sand-colored law office when we stopped at a red light. “You like your job? Your boss is cool, the people you work with?”
“ Everyone at the firm gets along for the most part. My boss, Ben, is cool. I'm in front of a computer, or on the phone most of the time.” I shrugged, bored by my day. “What's your work week like?”
“ There are lots of client meetings and travel. When I've got downtime, I do research for clients, or for
With the fear banished, I paced around the apartment, wanting to write. But the energy crawling through me was too alive for writing. My body craved sex and pain. Quinn's passion was invigorating. Confounding. He made me want him . I had stopped worrying about emotions coming into play, literally, when-- but Quinn wasn't Rhys. At all. He seemed pleased with how I submitted for him. That our Checklists were so compatible was heartening.
Why not call him?
“ Hey,” he answered on the fourth ring. “What's up, Clara?”
“ I've got good news for you, unless you're busy?”
“ Good news is always welcome.”
“ I had blood tests done. I'm good, just for the record.” His silence made me realize how tactless I'd been. “It seemed like relevant information, I'm sorry I-”
“ That is really good news.” It sounded like he laughed, though the sound was muffled. “What are you doing now?”
“ Right now? Nothing much. You?”
“ I want you.”
That nearly made me moan aloud. “Yes please, Sir.”
“ I'm coming to get you. Bring clothes for work, or I can bring you back later.”
“ What do you want me to wear?”
“ Whatever you want, just make sure it'll come off fast.”
“ I will. Thank you, Sir.”
The next fifteen minutes were a flurry of activity. I packed a small bag while waiting for the lotion on my skin to dry. Forgetting about makeup, I tore through my closet searching for the corsets club-wear and section. I went back through memories, trying to find moments where I'd felt apprehensive about having submitting for him again. There weren't any.
“ Whoa! Hold on there, kitten.” I disentangled Tiny's claws from the train of my skirt. Without the black lacy train, it would have been a plain black leather skirt. It fell to the middle of my thighs and made my legs look nice. My corset was black, stiff and decorated with strips of black velvet. I wasn't sure how I felt about my body shaking involuntarily. Not lightly, either. Why? I sent a message to Lane, letting her know I'd be out all night. My phone buzzed, but it was Quinn, letting me know that he had arrived.
“ Hello again.” His voice alone made me want him.
“ Hello.”
Taking my bag from me, he opened the passenger door and stepped back to let me in. I stumbled slightly, not expecting him to pull me against his chest. My head was already raised when he kissed me. I was breathless when he pulled back, and happy that he seemed to be, too.
“That's how you say hello.”
“ I'll remember that next time, Sir.” I smiled at him.
“ Get in, I've got the heat on. Feel free to turn it up.” He shrugged out of his jacket at a red light and draped it over my lap. “You're still shivering?”
“ Not as much anymore. Thank you.”
Lust raged when I saw the intense focus he used so effortlessly. He drove with one hand on the wheel, a cigarette balanced between two of his fingers. Quinn trusted the car to do what he wanted, though he was alert, ready to react if something unexpected happened. It was really comforting after driving with Lane, who, though I knew she was, never seemed entirely focused on the road.
“ Work's going okay?” he asked.
“ It's been good. You?”
“ The week's started off well.” He studied a sand-colored law office when we stopped at a red light. “You like your job? Your boss is cool, the people you work with?”
“ Everyone at the firm gets along for the most part. My boss, Ben, is cool. I'm in front of a computer, or on the phone most of the time.” I shrugged, bored by my day. “What's your work week like?”
“ There are lots of client meetings and travel. When I've got downtime, I do research for clients, or for
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