“Very nice, Faye.”
He thought he saw a hint of flush under the mask.
“I don’t want to push you too much on our first video call, so I’ll let you get back to your evening.” He paused, thinking. “Actually, I’m going to give you a bit of homework. I want you to write a fantasy before you make yourself come and send it to me before you go to bed.”
She gave a quick nod and mouthed a Yes, Sir.
“Good night, Faye. Talk soon.”
• • •
Lynne fell on the bed as soon as Simon disconnected. While not as stressful as she’d thought it might be, it had been stressful enough. She lifted her head to see what was visible outside her window. She hadn’t even thought about the window giving her away.
She was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to tell anything other than she lived on a high floor. Though, frankly, that was enough.
She grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders while she thought back over the session. It had been hot as hell to strip for him. She knew he’d been affected as well. More than once, she’d heard a low groan she was almost certain he didn’t think she heard.
The only thing missing was now she wanted to be in his arms. That was the downside to doing everything online. She missed the touch of another person. Most importantly, she missed his touch.
She remembered the day they’d gone to Nathaniel and Abby’s. After the scene was finished, Nathaniel had taken Abby into their bedroom for aftercare, and Simon had taken her to the Wests’ indoor pool.
If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it. The warmth of the room. The slight humidity that seemed so out of place for the time of year. But mostly, she remembered Simon. He’d pulled her into his lap, and they’d sat and talked about the scene they’d just witnessed.
Then, ever so slowly, his hand had inched down her body to the waist of her jeans. With a coarse voice, he’d told her to unbutton them, and when she had, his knowledgeable fingers had slipped inside.
She could probably come again just remembering.
And she might try, but not yet. First she had to write a fantasy. Funny, as she remembered that day, she also recalled having lunch afterward with Nathaniel and Abby. They had been talking, and Abby must have said or done something, because the next thing she knew, Nathaniel had commanded his wife to tell them all about the fantasy she was thinking of.
Lynne thought she’d be embarrassed, listening to a woman she barely knew talk about her sexual fantasy. But Abby didn’t seem to mind, and neither did Nathaniel or Simon, so she acted like it was no big deal as well.
And what a fantasy it had been. Abby was a complete exhibitionist, and her fantasy involved playing in front of people. It had definitely been hot. Lynne remembered how aroused she’d gotten, sitting at the table, listening to her describe how the scene played out. Her own fantasies, however, were much more private.
Though she knew some people in the BDSM world enjoyed public playing, the idea never did much for her. She always envisioned herself as a private player.
Would she play in public with Simon? She hadn’t thought about that. He was a very experienced Dom, and she assumed he played in public. They had exchanged checklists back when they were dating. Where had she put his checklist? She didn’t think she’d thrown it away.
She stood up, the blanket falling from her shoulders. She wanted that checklist. She needed that checklist. A quick search of the papers she’d brought only served to confirm what she’d thought. She didn’t have it with her, which meant it had to be in Delaware.
How could she get it without alerting the Wests that she was involved with Simon?
Her fingers drummed on the bookshelf. She’d think of something. Until then, she had a fantasy to write.
• • •
Lynne scrolled through the private New York message boards on Sunday while she ate dinner. She had chatted online with a few of the members and found everyone both interesting and informative. Most of them were also members of Luke DeVaan’s club, which was the one club she didn’t want to join because it was also Simon’s, as well as Nathaniel and Abby’s.
She’d thought about going to one of the other clubs but hadn’t taken any steps to do so. Before she went to one of them, it would be a good idea for her to find someone who was already a member so she could have a reference.
She took a bite of her salad while deciding which of her contacts she should ask about going along to visit a club. She was just getting ready to send a message to a woman she’d chatted with several times when a new message from Simon to the group popped up.
All interest in messaging the other member fell away as she read Simon’s post.
All,
I’m in need of a submissive to partner with during an upcoming single-tail demo session. Possibly involves weekend stay.
Message me for details.
—SirSimon
Lynne was hit with an overwhelming urge to do the demo with him. She knew there were plenty of persuasive reasons not to do the demo. Could she even do it and keep her identity a secret? Plus, she’d never had a single tail used on her. It was ridiculous to even think about offering to do the demo.
And yet she couldn’t stop herself.
SirSimon,
I would be willing to do the demo with you. As long as I can keep my mask on. Please let me know the details.
Best,
Faye
She sent the message quickly so she wouldn’t change her mind. Once it left her in-box, she logged out, not wanting to see evidence of what she’d just done.
Shit. She was an idiot. What had she been thinking?
She didn’t have to think too hard to understand what had made her send the message and volunteer: She didn’t want Simon playing with anyone except her. It was idiotic and childish and several other adjectives, but the truth was the truth. Just because it was idiotic or childish didn’t make it any less true.
Even though she’d logged out of the boards, Lynne hadn’t turned off the laptop, so when the private message came through, she was alerted with a chime.
She knew it had to be Simon. She didn’t communicate via private messages with anyone else. Part of her dreaded reading the message for fear he’d ask what the hell she was thinking.
But she knew the curiosity would eventually win out. To counteract it and hopefully prove to herself that she had at least a shred of self-control, she wouldn’t let herself read his message until she finished dinner.
It was the quickest she’d ever eaten.
When she finished, she told herself she now had to clean the kitchen. Five minutes later, the kitchen was more or less cleaned, so she took her laptop and curled up on the couch to read.
Are you sure? I thought about asking if you would be interested, but I know you mentioned you didn’t like to play in public. If you’d like to help me, I’ll ta
ke you up on it. I’m okay with you wearing a mask.
Her first thought was OMG, he’s okay with it, quickly followed by Holy shit, now what?
First things first though.
Yes, Sir. I’m sure.
He wrote back almost immediately.