"Well, I'm going to email you the information.Just give it a read-though, okay?
"Okay."
She knew he was lying, which made the guilt tightening his chest even worse.
"I'll talk to you later," he said.
"All right.Bye, honey."
He hit end and tossed the phone on his bed.That was pretty much what his life consisted of these days.Morning calls from his mom and an endless stretch of nothing.He headed for his shower.
Well, at least today he had a project.He had Kaitlyn's door to replace.
It gave him a purpose to his day.Something he'd been sorely lacking lately.
Holy crap,holy crap, holy crap!Did she really do all those things with Rob last night?Lie over his lap for a spanking and cry on his shoulder and… dear Gawd—wear abutt plugduring sex?
Kaitlyn slipped into her apartment and went into the bathroom.Since the front door was hanging open, she locked the bathroom door.She squeezed her butt with her hands.No residual soreness.Why was that vaguely disappointing?She sort of wished for souvenir marks or pain to prove it really happened.
The water in the shower came on with a blast and she stripped off her clothes and stepped in.
Awkward.
It had been embarrassing to wake up beside him.She felt like hiding now.But no, she wasn't that big of a chicken, was she?
She replayed the entire night.It was funny how she thought the first part of her night—the bad part—would be the main memory, but it wasn't.Rob had truly helped her forget it.Or lessen its impact on her.Instead of replaying the trauma, she remembered every moment with him.Remembering the way he'd held her wrists down on the bed as he slammed into her from behind, her pussy quivered.She brought her fingers down to touch herself.
Sheesh, she was already wet just thinking about him.She worked her fingertips over her clit and leaned her face against the cold tile of the shower for stability.
Yield to me.
She loved his dominant talk.And for all his tough-guy act, she'd felt perfectly safe with him at all times.
Do you know who you belong to?
Her fingers slid up and down, eyes rolled back in her head.She wanted him to spank her again.To plug her.She wanted him to take charge of her every minute of every day for the rest of her life.
She quivered and then bucked, her muscles spasming with release.Her vision went black and lights danced before her eyes.She held herself up against the tiles.The last thing she needed was to pass out in the shower because she was masturbating.
When her breath had slowed and sight cleared, she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and cranked the handle of the faucet to "off."
She wanted to help Rob the way he'd helped her.In the larger sense, not the sexual.Well, the sexual, too.She couldn't wait to suck his huge cock and bring him pleasure that way.
But Rob needed a job or purpose.She'd read about the challenges facing all the military men and women returning from tours in Afghanistan or Iraq.Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder plagued many of them and they struggled with a sense of belonging.
She needed to help him find a purpose again.
And with that asherpurpose, she snapped a towel out of the holder and rubbed herself dry, dressed, and put on light makeup for her day.
A tap sounded at the door."Kaitlyn?"The sound of Rob's deep voice had her heart racing.She remembered the way he'd spoken right in her ear the night before, how he'd transformed into the stern but attentive Dominant.Her pussy clenched, breath shortened.She wanted to do those things with him again.Rather desperately.
Don't get attached or clingy.Right, she just needed to play it cool.
How the hell did one play it cool with a guy who pretty much blew her mind by fitting every facet of her dream man?
She cleared her throat to answer."Yeah?"
"I'm going to measure this door so I can go buy a replacement.I just didn't want to alarm you."
