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“Then let’s clear up the problem, now. No hesitations.”
I was mesmerized, in an unthinking place.
“You want the spankings?” he asked me.
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“You want the discipline?”
“Yes,” I replied. With every question, my body was moving full speed ahead, racing far faster than my brain’s ability to keep up. But it didn’t matter; any thoughtful consideration of his questions was unnecessary. I would have answered the same way.
“And all the denial is just bullshit? Is that right?”
“Yes. I guess it is.”
He knew the answers. I didn’t have to speak. KC read from my brain, finding pages I’d marked ‘secret ’, exposing the truth. I suppose that’s easy with a woman as confused as I have been.
“If that’s so, Gail, then you need to decide now if you want me part of the picture?”
I couldn’t answer.
“We’ve been seeing each other for three weeks. If all I am is an amusing sideshow, tell me now. I won’t try again. I won’t rescue you from bars, or peer into your soul, or bother you when you come to my theatre. I don’t like being rejected, especially by women who ask for favors. There are plenty of places in my life where I can play the fool. I certainly don’t need another one.”
“KC, no. It’s not a game, not a game at all. I was just afraid. After Friday night, I was petrified. It took so much courage for me to see you the next morning, and when you weren’t there, I… I couldn’t do it again.”
He had his warm hands on my knees sending a flood of sexual intensity through my body. Every bit of me was quaking. All that I’d denied the last three days came pouring into my head and between my thighs. Even my bottom started to tingle.
“So, you so want more?”
“In the worst way I want more.”
“From me?”
“Yes, from you.”
He stared around, I think for the first time noting the surroundings—my ultra modern office with its crisp lines and cold form. Banks of windows surrounded me on three sides. He humphed amusedly.
“A liquid prisoner, pent in walls of glass…” he mused.
“What’s that?”
“Shakespeare. Fits, don’t you think. Or perhaps you’re more like fire under glass.”
“Pent?”
“Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Maybe so.”
He laughed again, to ease the tension that seemed to be splitting the air. “I suppose I look as out of place here as you do in my theatre.”
I breathed a little easier. “So what? Might shake a few people up to see you here, or you just might get called the new mail clerk, but I don’t care.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am.” I wasn’t even trembling, not my legs or hands. Though, my head was pounding and my crotch was frantic with lust. But I did want this man.
“Good. Then tomorrow morning we’ll talk this out. I’ll see you at the theatre ten o’clock.”
