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“I work independently, you know that. Right now, I have a five o’clock deadline on this exhibit.”
“That’s okay, it won’t take but a minute to please me, oh precious one.”
Tessa was annoyed. Here it was again, the choice to fight or surrender to Martine. This time however, there was a little voice inside her head that began to speak in tandem with all the thoughts that would object to Martine’s command. It was a simple reminder of the night they’d spent together, Tessa under Martine’s lash. The point of the night was all too apparent before it was over. Miles, in his inimitably, crafty way had led her to the undeniable truth, that she really desired Martine’s dominance, nearly as much as she desired his. Reminded of that now, how could she refuse her?
“Lift up your skirt,” Martine commanded, impatiently. She didn’t share Tessa’s interminable quandaries.
“Right here?”
“Yes, there’s no one around.”
“But someone could come around the corner in seconds.”
“Then you’ll be embarrassed at worst, at best titillated. Raise that skirt. It’s only four fuckin’ inches.”
Tessa would never have hesitated this way in front of Miles. He would have punished her ass hard if she’d resisted him even the slightest bit. Still, Martine was not Miles. Finally deciding to obey, Tessa glanced around one more time and then tugged her skirt up at the center before Martine’s watchful eyes. The three rings sparkled in the light.
“My God, they’re beautiful, Vincent do these?”
“How do you know Vincent?” Tessa asked.
“He did the dragon tattoo on my thigh a few years back. Miles and I thought it was an interesting coincidence.”
“Did he screw you, too?” Tessa asked.
“Did he screw you?” Martine asked, as if she was offended by the question.
Tessa pushed her skirt back down and shrugged. “So, we don’t tell each other everything,” she quipped.
Martine chuckled. “He did, didn’t he?” she said, reading Tessa’s mind. She didn’t need an answer. “He was always one of my favorite fucks,” Martine offered.
“More than once?” Tessa inquired curiously.
“Gawd yes. We had quite an affair, but he kept trying to poke my body with a bunch of holes like yours.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t pierced yourself.”
“It doesn’t suit my style, I think of it as something that submissive women do.”
“And Vincent wanted you to be submissive?”
“Oh, he never really tried. What really broke us apart was his bitch. I couldn’t stand her.”
“Maya?”
“I quit seeing him when she rolled around, we didn’t get along.” Martine punctuated her comments with a snarl.
“I think they’re married,” Tessa said.
“That’s too bad, the streets could use a good one like Vincent. He’s so civil while he’d pummeling you, so decent.”
“That’s an interesting judgment. Surprising, coming from you. I didn’t think being decent was important in your world. “You’ve never been very particular about the men you fuck.”
“Oh, and you are? You’re only a little more particular than me.”
“You’re probably right about that,” Tessa conceded. “Except for now. I think Miles is changing me.”
There they were again, Tessa thought, at one of those almost tender moments where they were connecting as friends.
