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A small, bright-eyed woman, dressed in designer clothing from head to foot, moved forward from behind Ronnie and offered a tiny hand.
I shook it gently, aware of how my hand enveloped hers, and smiled. “Sadie has told me so much about you.”
“Don’t believe it all.” Her voice was polished, like someone who had spent years in the theatre or on the radio.
“I daren’t,” I said.
Warmth filled Cherie’s eyes and she smiled happily.
“Sadie said you’re having lunch with her.” Ronnie leaned in a little closer, as if to steal the attention away from Cherie.
“That I am,” I said, resisting the urge to ask when she had spoken to Sadie last.
“We have reservations at La Belle Vie. Maybe they’d let you join us?” Ronnie suggested, eyes wide as if the idea had just occurred to her.
“You must have made those well in advance.” I nodded at Cherie to include her in the conversation. “Have you known each other long?”
“No, we just met last night but your friend Wayne has all sorts of connections in town. He wrangled us a last-minute table.”
“I’m glad he helped you, but Sadie and I wouldn’t want to impose,” I said with finality.
We exchanged further pleasantries during which Ronnie raved about a great party she’d been to at Cynthia’s house. She gave the impression that she had attended as Sadie’s guest and Cherie nodded.
The maître d came out to tell them their table was ready, and I bid them good day. I walked away, mulling over the latest news of Sadie’s Montreal life. I realized the dossier I had on Sadie didn’t fill in many details of her younger days. Maybe I needed to be here more than I realized.
There were only four suites on the top level and no sound emitted from any of them. The moment I stepped inside our suite, Sadie’s rose and jasmine scent announced her presence. I set my attaché case on the desk and went into the bedroom.
“I’ve missed you, my love,” I said as she sat, staring into the corner. She knew better than to turn around and look at me. I picked up her phone, fast-forwarded through the video recording and then deleted it. I wanted her to prove her obedience, not create a record that a hacker might steal.
“Come and give me a hug,” I said.
She leapt to her feet and ran to me.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” I said, lightly brushing one tight nipple and then the other, delighted by the way they stiffened even harder at my touch.
“It’s cool in here, but I didn’t want to get up from the corner once I sat down.” She gave a sweet, unaffected laugh and pushed into me, reaching with one hand for the hardness that said how much I had missed her.
We kissed hungrily and our hands moved over each other without resting. I couldn’t believe how much I’d felt like a piece of me was missing for the few short days we’d been apart, but that didn’t mean I intended to be lenient. When I pulled away, she understood it was the signal that playtime was over.
“Let’s get to work,” I said. “Get me your purse and go back to the corner.”
As she handed me her bag, I saw her struggle with being told what to do. I enjoyed watching her fight herself into submission. After the briefest hesitation she walked back to the small, comfortable chair facing the corner. A conflicting desire to protect her and to punish her raged inside me. But I knew to do the first, I would have to do the second.
Inside her purse, I found the lace white panties that were my favorites. I sniffed them and they smelled of her delicious musk. A sharp note of annoyance crept into my voice. “These have been worn,” I said.
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PAYING THE PIPER
Sadie
As soon as Simon found my worn panties, I abandoned all hope of mercy. Forgetting that one small detail of the day’s penance erased all the chances I had for clemency.
He walked back to my chair and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Do you have anything you want to ask me?”
His hands were warm on my skin. I thought about those long, square-tipped fingers, fingers that could make me dissolve in ecstasy or bounce in pain.
“I do,” I said, having thought about this moment for the past two days. I choked down the bitter lump in my throat. “Will you please spank me?”
