In the front part of the dungeon, the lights come on. The music stops midway through a song, and the dungeon monitors call out for those who are left to pack up and go.
“Hmm...maybe they do think we’re too freaky.” Casey laughs.
“I think they just want to go home.” I grin back at her.
“I can’t believe it’s so late,” Casey says. “I guess we’re going to have to go.”
I feel a familiar pressure in my chest. It spreads, creeping up and down as it fills my stomach and my throat. Usually, I feel like this when the ropes come off, and I know I have to wait until the next time Cree is available to tie me up. Now, I have no idea when I might be tied again or who will be the one to tie me.
I move forward enough to allow Casey to reach around me and start collecting the scattered coils from all over the mat. As I watch her twist the ropes into bundles, I realize I didn’t get this feeling when Casey untied me earlier. In fact, I think hours have passed since the ropes were on my skin.
Subconsciously, I touch the marks on my upper arms. I can still feel the indentation from the ropes, and that gives me enough peace to take a deep breath and stand up.
I pull my shirt back on and then help Casey shove the blanket and coils of rope into her bag. She straightens her skirt and ties up the laces on her corset before slinging her pack over her shoulder. She reaches for my hand, looking at me expectantly. I hesitate for a moment, then wrap my fingers around hers.
Another new experience. This one seems so innocent, but the connection between us doesn’t seem to end at our hands. I can feel it creeping up my arm, around my shoulder, down my side, and between my legs. My dick twitches, and as we walk into the lighted main dungeon room, I wonder if anyone else can tell.
I glance around, looking to see who is left. I see Ivan leaning up against the wall that divides the impact play area with the common room where members can get water and snacks. He’s talking to an older woman I’ve met before—Lisa? Laura? Lynn? I can’t recall her name, but I’m sure it starts with an L. She works for a hospital and acts as the dungeon’s medic in case anyone gets hurt on the premises. I see a few others from the college and the community milling about, collecting their toys, and saying their goodbyes.
Cree and Kas are also near the common area, holding hands and speaking quietly. Kas laughs and lightly smacks Cree’s chest before turning on her heel and heading toward the restrooms.
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“I suppose now is my chance,” Casey says with a sigh. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To apologize. I told you I would.”
“I didn’t know you meant tonight.”
“Who knows when I’ll see her again? Cree is already pissed at me. Better to deal with it now so he isn’t fuming at me from across the room in our sociology class.”
“I didn’t know you shared a class.”
“Yeah, I need a couple of psychology-related classes for my criminology degree.” She stands on her toes and gives me a light kiss on the mouth before turning away. “Back in a minute.”
I look up as Casey heads toward the bathroom, right behind Kas. I hope she was serious about apologizing and that no one will have to go into the women’s bathroom in order to break up a fight.
I glance over at Cree, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking right at Casey, and as soon as she starts heading into the bathroom behind Kas, he marches in their direction, hands clenched.
“Cree, wait!” I take a few steps toward him and reach for his arm, but he shakes me away.
“I’m not going to let her go after Kas again!” Cree gives me a sharp, angry look. “Kas was really upset, and I’m not letting Casey speak to her like that again!”
“She’s not!” I grab his arm more firmly this time, holding him back.
Cree’s eyes go wide as he looks at my hand on his arm and then up at me. He pauses, looking quickly at the bathroom door and then back at me.
“Okay...this is different.” Cree narrows his eyes. “What is she doing, then?”
“Casey...she...she didn’t mean all that stuff from before. Getting mad at Kas...she didn’t mean it.”
“I’m pretty sure she did.” Cree pulls back, and I let go of his arm. “She was nasty, Roc. I’m not putting up with that, no matter what you two have going on.”
“Cree, please. She went in there to apologize.”
“She did?” He seems genuinely shocked.