Page 20 of Bound for You


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Lynn just rolled her eyes. “She has nosense of humor.”

Since she was going to watch Becca again, Iwasn’t going to complain, but I was siding with Miss Nancy about the cursing.Squeaky little voices that couldn’t pronounce f’s right shouldn’t be cursing. “Puckit all” wasn’t something the other parents wanted their kids repeating, nomatter what Lynn thought.

Quickly texting Warner to see what he wasdoing, I held my breath as I waited for him to respond back. When the messagefinally popped up, I grinned.

I feel like this is a loadedquestion. Are you asking to see if I’m being productive or if I’m doing somethingweird?

Shaking my head, I typed back.

No, goof. I’m free for the night andI was wondering if you wanted company.

The little dots danced across the screenfor several long moments before his answer appeared.

Well you certainly need a spanking soI guess I’m going to have to be free tonight.

Yes! A spanking and hopefully sex too.

Lynn laughed, pulling my gaze away from myphone. “Come on. You have to at least tell me he’s good enough to justify thatgrin.”

Blushing, I chuckled. “Oh yes, he’s good enough.”

And with that embarrassing admission, I ranup the stairs, quietly calling out last-minute instructions. I had a Master whowas waiting for me and only a limited amount of free time until Lynndisappeared again, so I was going to use every precious second that I had withWarner.

After a somewhat quick stop in the bathroom,I was running out of the house with everything I would need for work tomorrowalready laid out on the bed. As long as I got a quick shower at Warner’s house,it wouldn’t take me long to get everything ready in the morning.

After sending Warner a quick text that Iwas on my way, the drive over didn’t take long. Paul and Anna’s house was onlyabout ten minutes from Warner’s and in the same part of town. My salary as a paralegalwouldn’t have paid for a house in such a nice area, but I loved my job.

As I finally approached his house, my confidencestarted to falter. Was it rude that I’d contacted him at the last minute likesome kind of booty call? Would he think I was taking advantage of him? Was Iruining plans he’d already made? Had he simply been being nice?

By the time I was standing on his doorstep,I was just about ready to apologize and head back to the house. But Warner tookthat moment to open the door with a curious smile on his face.

“You’ve been standing here for far toolong. What are you worrying about?”

He already knew me too well.

“Um, that I was being rude by messaging youat the last minute. That I might be ruining other plans you’ve made and thatyou’d think it was just some kind of booty call.”

That had him chuckling. “Does anyone callit that anymore? I think you’re dating yourself.”

Returning his grin, I felt my stress easingaway. “Hey, I’m not even thirty yet.”

I still had several more years beforeanyone could call me old.

Shaking his head, he reached out and tookmy hand, pulling me against his body. “I will be glad to be your booty call anynight you have free.”

As I melted against him, he pinned me tohis chest. “Of course, when you get here I’m going to have to make sure youunderstand your place.”

Please let that be another spanking.

I heard myself make a low needy sound, butthe look of pleasure and ownership on his face made it impossible to feelembarrassed. Every reaction said he loved knowing how desperate I was for him.

“Thank you, Master.” Just saying it had ashiver running through me. “I know I was cheeky and not submissive enough whenI was texting you.”

I had to throw that in just in case he wantedanother reason to spank me.

I needed it, but I wasn’t sure how to comeout and just ask for it. Work had been frantic this week and Becca was goingthrough a phase where she didn’t like letting me out of her sight, so we’d doneeverything from cleaning the bathrooms to going grocery shopping together.

Lynn was a wonderful help, but I couldn’tget into the habit of depending on her. She also never really noticed when Ineeded help anyway. She was truly the feisty aunt who would come into town afew times a year and stir up trouble then fly out again.