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“Did it hurt you?”
“No.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh, my yes.”
“Then that’s all I wanted for you, darling, that’s all.”
“You knew I really wanted this?”
“That you wanted to go deep, to go the distance that Alex has gone and come back to yourself whole, yes. I saw the need in your eyes when you were with Helena. As much as you enjoyed dominating her, you wanted to take her place.” He let the thought sink in for several seconds then moved around her desk, pulling her to her feet. “It’s like taking a trip down a long and frightening tunnel I imagine.”
She could easily agree to that. “So it had nothing to do with Alex and me.”
“No,” he said.
“And it wasn’t revenge?” she queried.
“Not revenge,” he confirmed. “At least not mostly. If you want to think it was to appease any misplaced guilt you have about her, go ahead.” He raised her chin with his hand and stared into her moist green eyes. “I wanted to give you the pleasure of your darkest submissive side, just as you’ve learned to pleasure as a dominant. I’ve heard that going deep on one side, you can go just as deep on the other, though that’s not my own experience.”
Jocelyn smiled to herself. Never in all her days as a confident, well managed person, had Jocelyn felt so weary, so content and so baffled. She’d been on one hell of a rollercoaster ride, and it had just taken a swift jerking turn.
“We’ll talk more later,” he said. “You’re going with me now.” He drew her from the room with Jocelyn not having the will to protest.
“Not another escapade like the last, I hope. I don’t think I could take that.”
He kissed her lips. “Oh, I think you could use another, and many more.” He mocked her with a light-hearted grin.
For just an instant there was that spark of fire in her otherwise passive eyes responding to his gentle gibe. She’d never lose the flame that created her fire, and he was glad of that.
Chapter Seventeen
The Porsche stopped just a few blocks away in front of the Hampton Court, the middle of downtown in midst of the rush hour roar.
“Room 210, better hurry,” he said, practically pushing Jocelyn out the door. Her dumbfound face looked back to him, thinking the brusque send off odd. “Alex is waiting,” he added with a pleasant grin. “I’ll be back for you later.” With that, the Porsche sped off, leaving Jocelyn on the street.
Once he’d disappeared from sight, the befuddled redhead looked up towards the second floor windows, seeing the curtain fluttering in the breeze, and what appeared to be the profile of a statuesque blonde standing there looking down on her.
***
Alex took the jar of cream by the bedside table and spread it across Jocelyn’s ass. “Who made the marks?” she asked.
“Kevin.”
“Just as I figured. He’s the type.”
“You say that with such confidence.”
“Gus loves a good old-fashioned strapping. Nothing held back.”
“I had that too,” Jocelyn said.
“Yeah, I can tell.” She had such a pretty bottom even with the slightly roughed up skin from where the belt had singed her, and especially where six tiny welts remained.
“Got the right side better than the left,” Alex added.
“Ah, that feels so good,” the redhead purred. It was especially soothing when Alex’s hand dipped deeply into the crack of her ass with her well-greased fingers massaging the back door entry, and all the way down to her cunt.
