From the bar, I watched a statuesque redheaded Domme beat the shit out of her sub. I would have laughed if I’d known I wouldn’t be booted out of the place. Call me a kink shamer, but a dude with a potbelly in vinyl was hilarious. The Domme was hot, but I didn’t really care for pain. I’d suck toes, but I was not about licking boots.
Still, I was thoroughly entertained. The drinks might’ve helped with that.
A woman with curly brown hair and nice, full tits perched on the stool beside me. “Enjoying the show?” she asked.
“Thoroughly.” I tipped my drink toward her. “You?”
“Oh yeah. I like his butt plug.”
The sub also had a bunny tail butt plug. I really deserved a prize for not even chuckling a little.
I raised a brow. “Do you?”
She covered her mouth with her drink, but I saw her grin. “It’s very becoming.”
I leaned closer. “Don’t think we’re supposed to make fun of the other kinkies.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She fluttered her lashes. It was subtle, but definitely purposeful—a move that told me if I wanted her, I could have her. She didn’t need to know my name or anything about me. That wasn’t what we were here for.
I’d come for a distraction.
And here she was, ready and willing if I wanted. I took another sip of my drink, eying her thick thighs and pretty red-polished toenails peeking out of strappy heels.
Very fucking nice.
But now that a perfectly ripe distraction was serving herself up on a platter, I wasn’t sure it was what I was hungry for tonight.
The pounding in my head matched the rhythm of the knocking on my door. I stumbled to open it and stared at a perky Baddie through bleary eyes.
“You’re not running with me this morning.” Statement, not a question. She pushed inside, heading straight for my kitchen. “Looks like you got into trouble last night.”
She had a glass of water and two Tylenol on the counter for me by the time I made it to the kitchen. I swallowed the pills dry, then drained the glass.
“Poor decisions were made,” I croaked.
She shook her head. “You’re pathetic. Go back to bed.”
“Come lie with me and talk to me. I miss your face.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Are your sheets clean?”
I patted my chest. “You really wound me.”
“I’m deeply sorry. I can hang out for a little, then I have to do my run all alone since my partner got sauced last night.”
“Dumb partner,” I muttered.
She came with me to my bedroom and crawled into bed beside me. This was the first time she’d done it, but she flopped down like she belonged right where she was.
Now that she was here, I was awake. My head was in a vise, but I was awake, looking at her. She turned her head, giving me a tough-girl look.
“What’d you do to yourself?” The soft way she asked betrayed her previous look. My Baddie wasn’t so tough at all.
“Went out, drank too much, came home, drank more.”
She reached across the bed and brushed my hair off my forehead. “Who’d you go out with?”
I squeezed my eyes closed, hoping her cool fingers would stay on my skin, skimming my forehead and lightly scratching my scalp.