Page 71 of Crave Me
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chloe
I hadn’t brought many clothes to wear but I was thankful I had grabbed a simple cream sweater dress and brown riding boots in case we went out. It was that or yoga pants and an overly-loved, hooded sweatshirt I wore like a robe around my house, complete with holes at the neckline and wrists. It was my favorite to wear in the winter and I’d brought it to wear in the morning, not realizing my morning would consist of being naked, plugged, and flogged.
It wasn’t even eleven in the morning and I’d already had enough exercise to last me through the week.
I grinned, dug through my purse for a hair tie, and threw my hair into a messy knot. It was frizzy from air-drying but I was dressed casually yet classy in my dress and boots.
I’d just swiped on lip-gloss when the doorbell rang, echoing through Simon’s house. I grabbed my clutch from last night, tossed in my lip-gloss, and hurried down the hall. Every quick movement shifted the plug inside me in a way it lit up my sex with delicious little tingles. I was reaching the end of the hallway that opened into his living room when he opened the door.
Gabby’s friendly hello rang out and she walked inside.
She was tall and thin, her long, platinum colored hair pulled back into a messy knot similar to mine, her collar on unashamed display at the base of her throat. In a long sleeve T-shirt with a glittering G on the front and skinny jeans tucked into black heeled boots, she was just as casual as me, yet carried herself in such an elegant way she might as well have been wearing an evening gown.
“Hi,” she said as I stepped into view. “How are you, Chloe?”
“Good. Hungry.” I grinned at Simon and winked.
“Ah. Someone’s been a good girl this morning, I see.” Gabby laughed.
“Actually,” Simon said, playfully. “She’s been rather naughty this morning.”
Gabby clapped her hands and smiled from ear to ear. “Ohhh. Even better.”
I tried to look morose. Based on her laugh, I failed.
Simon rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t encourage her.”
I walked to him and rolled to my toes to kiss him. He met me halfway, bending down and wrapping an arm around my waist. “Be good while you’re gone. And think of me.”
“I will, sir.”
“When you return, I want you naked and on your knees in this very spot, and when I greet you, I want you to tell me what you want to play with in the playroom.”
My eyes flickered to Gabby who was still grinning at us. She didn’t seem to care at all that she heard what Simon was saying, and he was clearly unconcerned whether she could or not.
“What do you say, Little Bird?” He tucked a small wisp of hair behind my ear.
“I will, sir. Thank you for the choice.”
My mind was already spinning with ideas, overwhelmed. He smacked my ass, just hard enough to jolt the plug inside me, and I whipped my eyes back to him. “Don’t forget to think of me.”
Like I ever could.
We said another goodbye and Gabby grabbed my hand, leading me to her car. As we pulled out on to the road, she immediately put me at ease.
“So, I’m sorry for ambushing you this morning and I hope you don’t mind, but I really wanted to get to know you better. Haley does, too. We’re going to Portsmouth Inn because Haley owns it and she has to work today, but I think we’ll have some privacy there as well.”
“She owns the resort?”
“Yep. It’s been in her family for generations and she took over last year. She and Jensen are building a new house on the property so they can live there when it’s done. But she said she’ll have a meal prepared for us to eat in the kitchen at the main house and since it’s not quite lunchtime, it should be rather empty, especially since it’s off-season.”
Gabby continued to talk, telling me more about herself and Haley and asking me questions about myself.
The drive through Grand Rapids and twenty more minutes to Lake Michigan flew by and by the time we arrived, I truly liked Gabby. She was easy to talk to, told me about how she and Master Dylan had been together for over five years. She explained the importance of knowing other subs in the lifestyle, how having friends that know what subs deal with is different than regular friends and it made me think of Tyra.
She was a friend, one of the few I really had even if she was my employee. But yeah, I couldn’t exactly talk to her about being whipped and spanked and how crawling across the floor made me feel like I was worshipped. Her brown eyes would pop right out of her head.
