Page 67 of Crave Me
Chapter Twenty-One
Chloe
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the edge of the tub. Last night and this morning had been more than I’d ever imagined. Being in Simon’s home, wanted and taken and used in all the ways he’d handled me, devastated every sense I had of submission while at the same time, knitted it together.
I wanted this. I wanted submission in more than occasional kinky playtime. I wanted to bow my head and greet him on my knees when he walked in from work. In only a couple of weeks, I was tied to Simon in a way I couldn’t comprehend relating to anyone else, even another Dom. Simon had been all I’d wanted for years and the reality was far more sensational than the fantasy I’d had of him and what I’d even begun to think submitting to him might mean.
Thinking of him in the bathtub got me hot, and I ran my fingers over my breasts. My nipples were sore and tender from him pulling on them, my abs sore, and every time I shifted, my ass stung from him stretching it. Through all the lingering aches, I smiled while I relived the memories.
Simon’s voice drifted through the open bathroom door. I opened my eyes as he walked in, dressed only in a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants that hung low on his hips. I took in the sprinkling of his chest hair, the trail going from his belly button to below his waistband. I wanted my hands on him, my mouth wrapped around him. I wanted to drive him insane with pleasure like he did for me.
“Yes,” he said, speaking into the phone. “She’ll be ready in an hour. Yes, it’s acceptable to me.”
My brows pulled together as he spoke, grinning at me. “What?” I mouthed.
He winked. “You have two hours with her and I expect you to return her to me in a good attitude.”
His voice dropped as he spoke and I tried to figure out what he was talking about but before any of his conversation made sense, he tossed his phone onto the bathroom counter. He handed me a cup of coffee he was holding in his other hand.
“Feeling okay?”
I wrapped my hands around the steaming, warm mug and took a sip. “Who was it?”
“Gabby. I forgot to mention it to you last night. When you were talking with Master Dylan, she asked if she could take you out for brunch today with another sub, Haley.”
“Why?”
“To talk to you, answer any questions you have. She knows you’re new to the lifestyle and she wants to help you. Plus, she and Dylan still feel horrible about what happened to you.”
I had forgotten all about my conversation with Dylan, and any memories of the pain I’d taken the first time I went to the club had evaporated last night by the time Simon and I left.
“That’s nice of her.”
I thought of Gabby, the way Dylan had pulled on her collar and leashed her, threatening her punishment with amusement in his voice. The way she’d seemed towantthe punishment. I remembered the leash she had clipped to her before Dylan led her away. It should have been humiliating to her, yet she’d clearly enjoyed it.
“Gabby is nice. She and Dylan have been in a relationship for years and there isn’t a more knowledgeable slave you could speak to. And Haley has only been in the lifestyle for less than a year. From what I know about her, she’s sweet and kind. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I wasn’t worried. I was thinking.”
He sat at the edge of the tub and ran his fingertip along my shoulder then across the front of my throat. I shivered at his gentle touch, like he knew what I’d been thinking. “About?”
“Gabby.” I took another sip of my coffee and shifted in the tub. The water was starting to cool.
“What about her?” I hesitated and he pressed his thumb to my chin, forcing me to face him. “Tell me.”
My mouth had gone dry and more coffee wouldn’t help. I set it down on the edge of the tub next to him and tried to gather my thoughts. His hand wrapped into my hair and he tugged my head back.
“I was thinking about her leash and her collar. The way Dylan pulled her through the club.”
“What about it?” he asked after a moment. His Adam’s apple dipped slowly and his tone lowered. If I wasn’t mistaken, his jaw clenched tighter. “Did you like it?”
Breathless, I whispered, “I think maybe, I liked the idea of it.”
“Being treated like an animal? Is that what you want? To crawl and be tugged by a collar?”
His gray eyes turned stormy and I didn’t know whether he was aroused or upset. I didn’t know how to answer, or if I should back backtrack and take it all away.
“I don’t know.”
