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10
GRAYSON
I wandered nonchalantly into the kitchen, despite Axl’s air of excitement, and moved the door until it was almost closed. I rarely shut it, but muffling our words was wise.
The text written on the paper had swept through me and left a small amount of chaos.
Scary but fun. I balled up the paper, then straightened it and reread.
I found out something. Scary but fun. Follow me into the kitchen.
I guess I was on edge. What had he discovered? Could she read lips? Did she know who we were? What had I said in front of her that I didn’t want overheard?
I perched on a stool, leaned my arm on the countertop behind me, while Axl pulled himself onto the island counter. His long legs looked incongruous dangling there. A red sports bag he often used for kink toys sat on the floor nearby.
“Don’t get your boot dirt on my doors. What is it?”
He swiveled aside the long arm of the faucet, where it poked his thigh, and smirked at me.
“Get this. She works at a super-religious school and almost became a nun, according to her bio on their website.”
I grunted. “That’s scary but fun?”
He shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a nun.”
“You’ve got problems. A religious kink? Scary? I was thinking she could read lips or was a police undercover agent.”
“Your kink is not my kink etcetera.” He waved a hand. “And now I have a fucking-an-undercover-cop fetish. The Christian College where she’s employed sent her some messages. It has a moral code for employees. She teaches history to adults. Charity was the only one that I saw that she messages directly, who knows about her kinky side. She’s on a couple of kink sites, but she uses a pseudonym.”
“Okay.” I stared at the floor. “A nun? I was actually getting to like her.”
“You? Liking a sub?” He snorted lightly. “She isn’t a nun, anyway. Why does this make you not like her?”
“It changes things.” I fell silent, unable to figure out why it changed things.
“If anything, knowing that should up the mindfuck ante. We still have her in there, leashed, collared, mostly naked, and on her knees.” He waggled a finger at the door.
“Yes.” I raised my head. “Mindfucks within mindfucks?” I drummed my fingers on the counter.
“Mm-hmm. We should keep her.”
“Keeping her is still a no. It’s a huge future problem.” It had long-term difficulties. “I think it would bore me, strangely.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Coming home after a hard day’s work to our captive slave girl praying in a ray of sunlight, then violating her and doing whatever we want to her. No?”
“No.” I didn’t want a cypher, a nothing girl. Or not forever. Or even a brat. Some lightbulb pinged on in my head. She had been bratty and defiant earlier, then became submissive as fuck. “I wonder if she’s decided for sure that I’m not her that dominant.”
I’d left her free in there.
I went to the door and peered through the gap to check on her. Emme was demurely kneeling on the cushion. Then I spotted what was wrong with that innocent picture. The little treacherous bitch. I almost laughed at myself. The plate was missing the nutcracker.
My balls felt the need to do more. I saw potential. Suddenly, this cranked up a notch. Axl was right.
Mindfucks within mindfucks were possible.
I retreated into the kitchen. “Let’s have that Thai before it gets cold. But show me what you brought. I was going to ask for that kitten outfit.”
“GMTA.” He slipped off the counter and landed softly on his boots. “I brought some of it. I wasn’t sure what you had. There are also clover clamps, the chastity belt—it has a vibrator attachment and that zappy punishment, which I haven’t tried yet.” His eyes sparked with glee, then he turned and squatted, pulled the bag over to unzip it.
