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Okay, I had that coming.
She continues, “Why not talk here? It’s us, Jack. Mandy and Jack. We’ve always been able to talk.”
“I know that. That’s what makes it all wrong. This isn’t a place where I talk, Mandy. This is where I…”
She drops her gaze. “Oh. I see, sir.”
“You can drop thesirnow.”
“No, sir. I cannot possibly, sir. Here, in this place, you are the brave Dominant and I am but your meek submissive, sir. I would never ask you to do anything like talk to the likes of me, sir.”
She rises, and I can’t help but stare at her delectable red ass as she walks toward her clothes. Her panties are of course shredded, but she wiggles into her jeans and pumps and picks up the corset.
“You can’t leave the suite without me,” I say.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
She’s trying to piss me off, and she’s succeeding. Except I understand. She heard me say those words, and she thought I meant them.
Ididmean them.
But I have to be sure.
Can I truly give up my best friend? Because if I’m not capable of a committed relationship—if this somehow ends—I lose so much more than a lover.
I lose so much more than a submissive.
She tightens the strings of her corset and then whips her hands to her hips and meets my gaze. “I’m ready, sir.”
“Fine.” I shuffle into my clothing as quickly as possible. I do want to talk to her, but I don’t want to do it here.
The velvet choker around her neck is all wrong. It’s one of the standard issue here at the club that Dominants use to keep their guests protected.
I don’t speak to Mandy again as I lead her out of the suite, down the hallway, and through the main area of the club past Claude and out the doorway.
I don’t speak as I adjust the blindfold on her face and take her back up through the bar. I don’t speak as I remove the blindfold, walk her through the bar, and then outside to hail a cab.
I still don’t speak during the cab ride, and finally, when we reach her building, “I’ll walk you up.”
“Don’t bother,” she says.
“Mandy, I’ve always walked you up, and I’m not going to stop now.”
“Fine, sir.” She gets out of the cab without waiting for me or the cabbie to help her out.
“Mandy,” I say. “That’s not necessary—”
“Isn’t it?” She glares at me. “Why won’t you talk to me, Jackson? You said you loved me and then—”
“Mandy, please…”
“Just don’t.” She walks into her building, up the stairs.
I follow her.
I take her key from her as I always do, open the door for her, and follow her when she walks inside. Roger is barking and squealing to go out.
“You can leave now,” she says. “I have to take the dog out.”
