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Santiago doesn’t move. I’m not sure he can. While my whole body feels floppy, I’m pretty sure my pussy has him in a vise-grip. He chuckles again, like he did when Sterling came. “This is one strong pussy you have here, ma’am.” He flexes his hand inside me, but still can’t move. “I’m stuck until you release me.”
If my face wasn’t already flushed, I’d be blushing. “I’m sorry. I?—”
“Shhhhh.” Sterling brushes his nose against my sweat-sticky cheek. “He’s teasing you. He’s fine where he is. Enjoy the haze.”
“Another round?” Santiago’s bright voice rings out in the dim space as he wiggles his fingers against my g-spot making me shiver and whine.
“I’m game if you are.” Sterling’s voice next to my ear sends sheets of gooseflesh over my body.
“I’m good,” I manage through a yawn. “I need to recover.”
By the time Santiago is able to remove his hand, Sterling’s got his underwear and pants up and re-buttoned, and I’m still lying on my back.
“That was fun.” Santiago announces, sucking my juices from his fingers like they’re popsicles melting in the sun. “Fuck you’re delicious. If you two ever need a third again...”
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence, hismeaning is clear.
Sterling tilts his head. “You want me to get you off?” Their directness is oddly refreshing.
Santiago shakes his head. “Maybe next time. I’ve gotta split. It’s been a pleasure.” The last part of his sentence is directed to me.
“Likewise. And... Thank you. Santiago.”
He throws me a salute and fist bumps Sterling before he heads out the door.
Sterling walks away as I lie in my daze. The sound of running water tells me I missed a sink when I took inventory on my way into the room. When he returns, he cleans up between my legs with a warm washcloth.
“Hey,” I mumble through another yawn. “I’m the domme, shouldn’t I be taking care of you?”
Sterling grins down at me. “Can’t help it.” He shrugs. “I live to serve beautiful, dominant women.”
A few minutes later, we’re lying side by side on the bed in silence. I’m probably going to fall asleep. My body’s shutting down, my senses are fuzzy, and there’s a high chance I’m already drooling.
The bed shifts next to me, pulling me from the edges of sleep. “So,” Sterling begins before stroking my cheek with his knuckles like he can’t stop himself from touching me. “Tell me why your safe word is pickle.”
CHAPTER 7
Sterling
It’slike drawing blood from a stone.
We moved into the staff area of Protocol and are sitting face to face on one of the couches in the large open space. The balcony is too loud with music and carnal noises from people going at it in the rooms below.
We have glasses of alcohol free Champagne in hand, we’re munching on Goldfish Crackers and cheese sticks, it’s been an hour, and I still don’t know Jack about this woman. It’s not only frowned upon, but hugely unlike me to show up for work only to have someone step in to cover me so I can play or spend time talking to a beautiful woman. Slade’s likely going to want to talk to me about this, especially given what happened with Mary and her ogre friend. I don’t take my responsibility as dungeon master lightly, I don’t, but tonight... something drew me to this woman, and I feel better for having spent time with her. That has to count for something, right? Can we call it a mental health day?
So far I’ve told her lots of things about myself. I grew up in a modest home in an unstable family, Mom got sick withdepression, Dad fled, leaving me to take care of Mom and my younger sister Tessa.
She doesn’t know that the reason Mom fell into a black hole of depression in my teenage years was due to the fact that she was raped. A publishing mogul, and all around nasty piece of work, Donald Blackwell ignored her “No,” broke her jaw and left her defiled in the office one night when she was staying late as his secretary.
My publishing hero, the man I wanted to work for, damn near destroyed my mother.
She never told anyone until after the monster died. We were watching TV last week, and she had a meltdown when his face appeared on the screen, but still she said nothing. It was only today, days after seeing the announcement about his company changing hands to his daughter that she finally broke down and told me everything.
My blood boils, a raging inferno in my veins. As a man who prides himself on permission, on safe, sane, and consensual sex, rape, and any form of sexual violence goes against everything I stand for. And to know that man took something so intimate from her without consent...
My fists have balled by my side, and my pulse hammers under my skin. I don’t think Cecelia has noticed, so I flex my fingers and go back to mentally listing what I told her about myself in the last hour.
She already knows that I’m bi, all about my DM team here at the club. I’ve told her I love to read, watch movies, and I used to play baseball and trombone in high school. I even told her that I love peanut M&Ms and Mom’s snickers salad.