Page 40 of Becoming

“No problem. We totally got this.”

Rebecca moaned softly when Cassidy kissed her firmly. “Totally,” she murmured against Cassidy’s lips before deepening the kiss even more. Unfortunately, she wasn’t prepared for the angry sound coming from Cassidy’s belly and began laughing just as things were getting heated.

“Hungry?” Rebecca managed between snickers.

“I missed dinner last night,” Cassidy pouted and looking very cute doing so.

“Aww, poor baby.” Rebecca was starving herself, but she wouldn’t give Cassidy the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, she patted Cassidy’s ass and gave it a little squeeze. “Up. Let’s get some food inside of you.”

“I’d rather have you inside of me.”

That would have worked wonders on Rebecca if Cassidy’s stomach hadn’t picked that moment to growl loudly again. She’s definitely cute when she blushes, Rebecca thought with amusement.

“You’ll have me. But you need some sustenance. I think your stamina needs a bit of a boost.” So does mine.

“Fine. Can you cook?”

“I have many talents,” Rebecca answered saucily with a wink. That confidence was only on the surface. Not that she wasn’t a great cook. She was. She just hoped she could cook for Cassidy without having flashbacks or a fucking panic attack. “However, I think even my abilities won’t be enough for possibly expired eggs and beer.”

A sheepish grin told Rebecca she was probably right about the eggs. She scooted out from under Cassidy, knowing that if she stayed there much longer, they were never going to get up.

Cassidy propped herself up on her elbow, not bothering to cover up her glorious nakedness. Yummy.

“Want me to go pick something up?” Cassidy asked as her eyes followed Rebecca’s every move.

After a quick scan of the bedroom floor, Rebecca remembered her clothes were downstairs decorating the living room floor. She bent over and picked up Cassidy’s shirt and slipped it on. It dwarfed her, but noticing Cassidy’s reaction, she’d say the shirt was perfect.

“No. I know of this great little diner not too far from here. Plus, it’s close to the gallery I was telling you about.” She padded to the bathroom, determined not to let the sexy way Cassidy was looking at her interfere with her plans for food. “It can be our first date.”

“Rebecca?”

Rebecca paused, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved hearing Cassidy say her name. It made her feel… real.

“Yes?”

“Will you still teach me?”

Surprise wasn’t a strong enough word for what Rebecca felt. She knew Cassidy didn’t like authority. She knew that lifestyle wasn’t something Cassidy really wanted. So, for her to ask Rebecca to teach her was completely unexpected.

“You still want to do that?”

“Yes. Only with you.”

Rebecca’s nose flared with desire. While she hadn’t had time to think about how a relationship with Cassidy would affect her life as Mistress, Rebecca knew that would always be a part of her. Would she have been willing to give her up for Cassidy? With this request, maybe she wouldn’t have to.

“Lay down and spread your legs, Cassidy.”

A small smirk formed on Cassidy’s lips. “Yes, Mistress.”

Rebecca unbuttoned the shirt she just put on and stalked towards her Sub. She tamped down the fear that she would allow her dominant side to overpower her. There was a substantial difference between what she had with Samantha and what this was with Cassidy. That difference was, Rebecca cared.

She watched as Cassidy automatically placed her arms above her head and clasped onto the headboard. Her heart rate tripled when Cassidy spread her legs wide, exposing everything to Mistress. Oh, yeah. Having Cassidy as a girlfriend was going to be very fun.

IT FELT FOREIGN for Rebecca being back in her office at the club. She hadn’t been back since she left Cassidy that night a little more than two months ago. So many things have changed since then. Within her life as well as within herself. She didn’t feel that overwhelming feeling of obligation anymore. Of course, the guilt was still present. But the burden had lessened. Whether that was because of Cassidy or therapy, Rebecca wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

“Mistress?”

It took a moment for Rebecca to realize her assistant was calling for her attention. She blinked, putting her mental mask back into place behind the physical mask she still wore. Revealing herself to Cassidy, in more ways than one, made wearing a mask here a little more tedious. Maybe it was time to make some changes.