employees, ever. Too bad, the guy was a decent tipper.
After lunch they drove back to her house in Westport where Nora changed back into normal clothes again.
“I hope that wasn’t a total waste of an afternoon,” Lance said as she returned to the living room back in her jeans and T-shirt. She got two beers out of her fridge—Achel Extra Blonde, her favorite—and handed one to Lance. She kept the other for herself.
“And milady’s a beer drinker, too,” Lance said with a heavy wistful sigh.
“Only rare European beers brewed by monks,” she said. “Friend of mine made me try it while we were in Belgium.”
“Good stuff,” Lance said, after taking a long drink.
“Thanks for taking care of that asshole today. I don’t like admitting this, but he did scare me.”
“Scared me, too,” Lance admitted.
“You put him on his face and dislocated his shoulder.”
“He could have done the same to me if he knew what he was doing.”
“I’m still impressed.”
“Dick-swinging bravado impresses you?”
Nora smiled at him. “Acting strong even when afraid impresses me. It’s not courage if you’re not scared.” She leaned forward and they clinked their beer bottles together.
“I’m just glad you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
“You were with me. Of course I’m okay.”
Lance leaned forward to set his beer on the coffee table. Nora lifted the back of his shirt.
“Hey, yo, what are you doing?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.
“Relax. I like seeing the souvenirs. My clients rarely book back-to-back sessions with me. I never get to see the aftermath.”
Lance grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked. He bent forward and let her have full access to his back.
“Damn. I do good work. You still have some nice bruises. Want me to get the mouthwash?”
“Mouthwash?”
“Little trick Kingsley taught me. Applying mouthwash to bruises makes them fade faster. They’ll be gone in two days if you want.”
“I think I’ll keep them,” he said. “You’re keeping yours, aren’t you?”
“I always keep mine,” she confessed. “You like your bruises?”
“I love them. They’re a turn-on.”
Nora traced a few of the red welts with her fingertips. Lance closed his eyes and inhaled.
“Next time I’ll leave some marks on the front of your body,” Nora said into his ear. “On your hips...your stomach...front of your thighs...I’ll make sure you can see them. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
“Do you get aroused when you look at the welts and bruises the day after a scene?”
“Yes.”
“Do you masturbate the day after when you look at them?”
“Every day until they heal completely.”
“Wish I could watch that.”
“I’d love for you to watch me.”
Nora could feel the muscles in his back tensing under her touch.
“Do it for me now.”
“Nora, you know I can’t.”
“Oh, I think we both know you can. And I think we both know you want to. Kingsley said no sex. He said nothing about masturbation.”
“We’re splitting hairs a little.”
“I have turned finding loopholes in rules into a high art. If it were an Olympic sport I’d medal in it. And don’t pretend you don’t want to. You know you want to come for me while I watch. I know you want to show me how much our night together turned you on.”
“God, yes...”
“I’m not ordering you to do it because that would be kinky. King said no sex, no kink. We’re not going to have sex. We’re not going to do kink. We’re just going to hang out on the couch. And if the spirit moves you...then it moves you.”
The spirit moved him.
Nora turned sideways and leaned back against the sofa arm. She got nice and comfy as Lance faced her on the couch, a look of desire shining in his dark blue eyes.
He scooted down so that he was half laying on the couch, half sitting, the sofa arm as his pillow. On the extra-long sofa, their feet barely touched.
Lance unbuttoned his
After lunch they drove back to her house in Westport where Nora changed back into normal clothes again.
“I hope that wasn’t a total waste of an afternoon,” Lance said as she returned to the living room back in her jeans and T-shirt. She got two beers out of her fridge—Achel Extra Blonde, her favorite—and handed one to Lance. She kept the other for herself.
“And milady’s a beer drinker, too,” Lance said with a heavy wistful sigh.
“Only rare European beers brewed by monks,” she said. “Friend of mine made me try it while we were in Belgium.”
“Good stuff,” Lance said, after taking a long drink.
“Thanks for taking care of that asshole today. I don’t like admitting this, but he did scare me.”
“Scared me, too,” Lance admitted.
“You put him on his face and dislocated his shoulder.”
“He could have done the same to me if he knew what he was doing.”
“I’m still impressed.”
“Dick-swinging bravado impresses you?”
Nora smiled at him. “Acting strong even when afraid impresses me. It’s not courage if you’re not scared.” She leaned forward and they clinked their beer bottles together.
“I’m just glad you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
“You were with me. Of course I’m okay.”
Lance leaned forward to set his beer on the coffee table. Nora lifted the back of his shirt.
“Hey, yo, what are you doing?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.
“Relax. I like seeing the souvenirs. My clients rarely book back-to-back sessions with me. I never get to see the aftermath.”
Lance grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked. He bent forward and let her have full access to his back.
“Damn. I do good work. You still have some nice bruises. Want me to get the mouthwash?”
“Mouthwash?”
“Little trick Kingsley taught me. Applying mouthwash to bruises makes them fade faster. They’ll be gone in two days if you want.”
“I think I’ll keep them,” he said. “You’re keeping yours, aren’t you?”
“I always keep mine,” she confessed. “You like your bruises?”
“I love them. They’re a turn-on.”
Nora traced a few of the red welts with her fingertips. Lance closed his eyes and inhaled.
“Next time I’ll leave some marks on the front of your body,” Nora said into his ear. “On your hips...your stomach...front of your thighs...I’ll make sure you can see them. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
“Do you get aroused when you look at the welts and bruises the day after a scene?”
“Yes.”
“Do you masturbate the day after when you look at them?”
“Every day until they heal completely.”
“Wish I could watch that.”
“I’d love for you to watch me.”
Nora could feel the muscles in his back tensing under her touch.
“Do it for me now.”
“Nora, you know I can’t.”
“Oh, I think we both know you can. And I think we both know you want to. Kingsley said no sex. He said nothing about masturbation.”
“We’re splitting hairs a little.”
“I have turned finding loopholes in rules into a high art. If it were an Olympic sport I’d medal in it. And don’t pretend you don’t want to. You know you want to come for me while I watch. I know you want to show me how much our night together turned you on.”
“God, yes...”
“I’m not ordering you to do it because that would be kinky. King said no sex, no kink. We’re not going to have sex. We’re not going to do kink. We’re just going to hang out on the couch. And if the spirit moves you...then it moves you.”
The spirit moved him.
Nora turned sideways and leaned back against the sofa arm. She got nice and comfy as Lance faced her on the couch, a look of desire shining in his dark blue eyes.
He scooted down so that he was half laying on the couch, half sitting, the sofa arm as his pillow. On the extra-long sofa, their feet barely touched.
Lance unbuttoned his
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