Chapter Three
A week later,Janie slammed her bedroom door before throwing herself on the bed. Damn Cole. For an entire week now, he’d done nothing more than touch her. Not how and where she wanted, no. The damn Dom touched everything but her nipples and her pussy.
She’d already replaced the batteries in her BOB three times, and still she was frustrated. Maybe she should go buy the wand everyone talked about. At least she wouldn’t go through batteries like wildfire.
Her cell rang and she picked it up off the nightstand. She smiled when she saw Alicia’s name. “Hey, girlfriend,” she said, answering the phone.
“Hey, you. I got your messages, all twenty of them.”
Janie grimaced. “Sorry, but I really needed to talk to you.”
“I figured that out after the third message.” Alicia laughed. “Sorry, I was in a remote village with no cell service, and I just got back.”
“How’s the volunteer work going?” Alicia, like Janie, wanted to help those less fortunate. So Alicia had gotten her nursing degree, while Janie’s degree was in sexual health. They’d both done volunteer work after college, but after that, Janie had returned home and Alicia had gone to Mexico. So far, Janie hadn’t found a place to work.
“Good. I’m loving it, but I’ve had a couple offers in the US too.”
“That’s great. Anything near me?” Janie missed her best friend.
“Not yet, but I have feelers out. I’ve got a lead for you.”
“Really?” Janie had been looking, but she hadn’t found anything yet.
“Yeah, there’s a clinic over in Johnsonville that’s looking for a volunteer to help counsel patients.”
Johnsonville was about a forty-minute drive, but so worth it. “Oh, cool, give me the details.” After writing down all the information, Janie was in a better mood. At least now she could get out of the house for a bit and do some good in the community.
“So tell me the real reason for all the messages, as if I couldn’t guess.”
“Yes, it’s Cole. He’s ... ” Janie took a deep breath. “He’s taken me on as his submissive.”
“What?”
Janie laughed at the astonishment in Alicia’s voice. They’d talked a lot about the lifestyle, especially after Janie's discovery of Cole’s playroom. But neither of them had explored it outside of talk and books, until now.
“Here’s the short version. After two months of being treated like I’m six, last week I decided to go to Whips.” She’d told Alicia about the local BDSM club a while back. “Cole showed up, took me home, then refused to discuss. I basically told him either he teaches me, or I would find someone who would.”
“You actually said that to Cole.” Alicia laughed. “Oh, to be a fly on the wall. How did he react?”
“He didn’t. He just told me I wasn’t going. So the next morning, I dressed in my blue corset and black skirt to go to Lake City.”
“Did Cole stop you?”
“On a dime.” Janie flopped back on her bed. “We argued, then he went all Dom on me and spanked me.”
“Oh, dear heaven. Hold on, I’m getting comfortable.” There was the rattling of paper before Alicia came back on the line. “So tell me about the spanking.”
A shiver slid over Janie’s skin. “At first I wasn’t sure I was going to like it, but ... Alicia, it turned me on. The smacks from Cole’s hand warmed my ass, made my clit tingle. It was everything and more.” Even now, remembering the event, her muscles tightened with need.
Alicia sighed. “So after the spanking he agreed to teach you?”
“Sort of.” She took a deep breath. “He walked out after the spanking, I was in shock he’d even done it and was still processing it all when he stomped back into the kitchen.”
“He spanked you in the kitchen.”
“Threw me right over his knees.”
“Damn, girl, you got to him. If there’s anything I’ve learned about Cole from you and meeting him it’s that he’s always in control.”
