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“Betsy Longcore asked me to give you the keys and this note,” Leslie explained when Jane answered the knock. She dropped the items into Jane’s palm, her fingers closing around the hard metal keys and the envelope, the paper crunching in her grasp.
“She should have stayed,” Jane said.
“It’s too lonely, she told me.”
Jane nodded. “You want a beer?”
“No. I’m meeting Robin, a new case downtown; some messy divorce, which I’ll hate.”
“Why bother?”
“Sometimes I have to eat real food.”
Jane smirked at her joke.
“I am feeling raw tonight,” Leslie continued, “Rosalie left with her Latina tongue wagging. She thinks I’m stupid. She was going to leave in a month anyway, but I hate when it’s messy.” Leslie was hoping for an invitation, she missed Sir Jane’s touch, both cruel and tender. The stripes on her flesh had almost faded away and she wanted more.
Jane sensed this… not hard seeing the longing look in Leslie’s eyes. “What a coincidence; I was just thinking of you. Be at Sapphos by ten tonight.”
Leslie smiled, trying not to look too eager. “I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished working.”
“You’ll be there by ten,” Jane repeated. “No excuses.”
“Oh, and I have a date with Robin Saturday night. I thought I should tell you that. Totally platonic, of course, unless you want me to put her on her knees?” Leslie said hopefully.
Jane looked pleased. “Go ahead. Beat her ass for me.”
“Maybe I should give her to you first,” Leslie said, knowing that what was hers would be Sir Jane’s too.
“I’d like that, and so would Robin, I’m sure,” Jane said. “But you make her sweat first. Get her ready for me. Then we’ll have some fun at her expense.”
Leslie nodded, happy that her Domme approved of her plans, happy that she didn’t have to keep her night with Robin platonic.
“Ten tonight,” Jane reminded her. “You won’t want to be late, even if you have a good excuse.”
Jane’s cold threat sent a welcoming chill through her devoted slave. Leslie had been wanting a session at Sapphos, as if that would be her real initiation, in front of Jane’s dearest friends. Nothing made her happier than the thought of getting over Rosalie with the help of Jane’s cutting whip and stern command. Forced to licked Jane’s boots and suffer for her pleasure. Sleeping tonight with Jane’s large hand stroking her neck and hair would be the perfect balm to soothe her hungering body and often restless soul.
Strange how things turn out. She never imagined two weeks ago when she made her first trip up Roman Hill that she’d come away from the messiest investigation of her career with a cruel Domme whose power she fed on and the submissive lover that she’d always wanted but was so afraid to love. There was a ways to go before all these passions settled into a routine she could count on, but maybe that was okay too. Her life had never been quite as thrilling as it was now.
