Page 35 of Hurts So Good
“Clothes,” I said.
He jumped up immediately because my tone was an order, not a question. Turning, I stared at Corbin. No smile, no anything—I was so done with the male gender for the moment. Ronin returned and bent down in front of me, my skirt in hand.
“Step,” he said, and I did into the puddle of material before my feet.
Slipping the bejeweled, semi-see-through material back up my legs, he hooked everything back together as Corbin continued to stare at me.
Good because now I had the attention of the man I needed, which was the point of this mission. The material of the corset hit my upper body, and as soon as the last hook was done, Ronin caught my eyes.
“Skydancer, you and Highflyer are looking good.” Hal’s voice came through my earpiece. “Recon is a go. I repeat, your recon mission is a go.”
“Ronin, would you accompany me to the restroom?” Saying our code phrase aloud had him jumping up and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“See you in a few, Corbin,” Ronin said, and off we went.
About twenty minutes and thirty bugged microphones and cameras later, Ronin and I met back at the front door, embracing in a hug. Ronin whispered in my ear. “You enjoyed that session on the cross way more than I expected. Did you enjoy it as much as it appeared?”
I didn’t want to contemplate the answer to this question right now, let alone answer it.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Ronin. I’m a good actress.”
“So the wetness all over my hand and your pussy clamping down on my fingers was acting?” The smug smirk on his face irritated me even more.
“Kegels. They work every time.”
“Liar. You loved it.”
“I’ll never tell,” I said over my shoulder and pulled open the front door. “I’m going outside for a few moments to grab some fresh air.”
Closing the door before he could respond felt good. I slowly made my way down the front walk, desperately wanting to get rid of my heels. My legs and feet were killing me. Sitting on the middle step, I began to unbuckle the beautiful, pain-filled contraptions.
Male footsteps sounded behind me, and I sighed. “Ronin, I just need a moment. I promise.”
A sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and everything went black.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tru
Holy hell, my head—what in god’s name….
Nausea rolled through my stomach as I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt glued shut, and my body ached and stung. Finally cracking my eyes open, I saw nothing but darkness.
Fuck…okay focus.
Well, I was sitting on something cold.
It was ice.
No, wait…why would I be sitting on ice, especially when I felt hot?
Too hot…Wait.
Lifting my bare feet and bare legs off the ground, I felt the thin covering of cloth under my butt. It had to be panties, but not my panties from last night. These felt thicker and nice on my clit and my lips, and…ouch!
Something bit me.
Oh my god, was I outside?