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“I’m glad you thought so.”
“I took my panties off tonight in case we want to have fun like that again.”
“Well, we’re certainly in the right place to have a good time, princess.” I stroked her cheek and she nuzzled against my hand. It was a soft, intimate gesture that almost felt out of place at a club like this. Classified was a place full of sex and ropes and people crying and people groaning. It was the ultimate sex dungeon, and there I was, sharing a tender moment with the woman I loved.
Liked.
The woman I liked.
“I feel bad about what happened between us,” Zoey told me. She wasn’t looking around the room at any of the scenes. She wasn’t dancing to the music. She was just looking up at me. “I was thinking,” she let her voice trail off.
“Thinking?”
“I was thinking that I kind of owe you, you know.”
“You don’t owe me a damn thing, Zoey.”
“I do, though. I betrayed you on some level. I didn’t trust you to be truthful with me. I didn’t even give you a chance.”
She was right on that count. We’d both screwed up. I’d given up so easily, pretending that I was just being respectful and giving her space. Maybe what she’d needed was for me to fight for her. Was that what my mistake had been? I hadn’t fought for her. I’d given up. I’d given her space.
“It’s forgotten,” I told her honestly.
“Not for me. I want to pay you back.”
“What do you mean?”
“Some Doms and subs use punishment as a way to reset things between them,” Zoey said slowly. “To absolve each other of guilt when something goes wrong in their relationship.”
“Darling, are you explaining BDSM culture to me?” I chuckled. Zoey was not the first submissive I’d played with.
“A little,” she said, nodding. “It’s just that I was thinking that maybe you could, you know, spank me.”
“You’re asking me to spank you?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Here,” Zoey gestured around, as though I hadn’t figured that part out. “Here at the club.”
“Why now?” I asked her. “Why tonight?”
“Does that matter?”
“A little,” I nodded. “Is this just something you want because big brother is getting married tomorrow and you want to burn off steam?”
“You mean, or are you special to me?”
“Pretty much.”
“I’ve been trying to get you out of my head,” she whispered.
I knew what she meant. For months now, I’d been trying to live like what had happened between us just didn’t matter. I’d been trying to survive in a world where Zoey and I weren’t together, and where it was fine. Only, that wasn’t exactly working for me. I’d missed her. I’d missed her laugh and her playfulness. We’d only spent a weekend together, but it hadn’t been enough. Somehow, I’d gotten addicted to Zoey Lane, and I didn’t want to let her go.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Not so well.”
“Have you tried to fuck me out of your system, princess?” I didn’t care if she’d slept with other people. We weren’t together officially. I cared far more about whether the people she’d been with had treated her right than if she’d been with anyone at all.
“I tried,” she said. “I went on some dates, but I didn’t sleep with anyone.”
