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We hang up, and I look around my apartment, which for the first time doesn’t feel like home. It feels wrong.
Chapter 21
Bex
“You feeling good about this weekend?” Alvie asks, breaking the silence that’s overtaken the playroom.
Over the past hour, we’ve been setting up and are nearly ready to go through the suspension scene that we plan on exhibiting at the club this weekend.
We do expos at the club almost monthly when Alvie isn’t traveling, but this time almost feels wrong. It’s been nearly two weeks since Naomi left to go back to school, and the house has just felt too quiet without her here.
Evidently, a self-harm scare that scared the shit out of me and a week and a half in our home was all it took to make me feel like she belongs with us, in our house and in our lives. Which is ridiculous. We just met her and have spent less than three weeks together cumulatively.
“Bex?” Alvie interjects.
“Sorry. Lost in thought.”
“Do we need to postpone?” Alvie asks, concern lacing his voice. “You don’t seem like you’re in the right headspace for this.”
“No. Not at all. The club is depending on us for the expo and class this weekend.” I huff. “We can’t bail.”
“We can do without the demonstration. Class will go just fine even if we don’t wrap up with a practical.”
“No. I want to do this,” I say firmly.
“Okay. I’m not gonna push you too hard tonight, though. I don’t feel comfortable getting in too far with how you’ve been acting.”
“And how have I been acting, Alvie?” I snap.
He comes over to me and raises my gaze to meet his own with one finger under my chin. “Lost.”
My jaw tightens.
“It’s okay. You miss her. I do too, a little,” Alvie soothes. “We’ll go through the scene together tonight, but we aren’t going any further than that. Got it?”
“I was kinda hoping you’d fuck me out of my own head.” I pout.
“Is that what you need, birdie?” Alvie asks. “Do you need me to tie you up and get you off ‘til you’re exhausted?”
The way he’s looking at me has me panting with need. “Yes please.”
He raises an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, Sir,” I amend with a little too much sass.
“Good girl,” he says, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Okay, we’re using nylon tonight.”
He cuts off my argument “I know you prefer hemp, but Nylon has nearly twice the tensile strength. No arguing.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Alvie pulls over a plush bench to the center of the room right underneath the anchor point we have installed in the ceiling.
“On the bench,” he commands.
I move quickly and sit on its soft surface, the velvet cool and smooth against my skin.
“You remember everything we discussed, correct?” he asks, coming around to face me. “Basic seated suspension. Your hands will be bound behind you. Because of your knee pain, you’ll remain on the bench while I tie your harness and wrists instead of standing. But I’ll take away the bench once we need to get to the actual suspension rig.”
