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Wait. That’s it?
Why am I disappointed?
I want him to touch me. I want him to keep going. I want to know what happens if he does.
I clear my throat. “Thank you, sir.”
“Christ,you’re a natural, woman.” With a sigh, he turns me over so I’m sitting on his lap. “Heart check."
I blink. I clear my throat. “What does that mean?”
He only shakes his head. “Tell me where your heart is. Did that trigger you? Scare you? Remind you of something negative?”
I give him a curious look. “No. Not at all. I… well, I could have kept going doingthat.And… all I know is I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, but I am very,verythankful you're alright.” He laughs, unreservedly. I love it when he does.
"God, you're adorable. So adorable. We both need sleep. This is behind us now. I’m not angry with you, and I know that you’re going to be a good girl who obeys going forward, aren’t you?”
“Um.Howgood do I have to be?”
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CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Sergio
Eden doesn't knowwho I am, but right now I don't think she cares.
She will.
I hate leaving her. But something tells me it’s best to take it slow with her, to make sure that she’s not overwhelmed or hurt in any way. I know that some in the lifestyle find healing when they submit to someone they trust. When they associate a session with freedom and autonomy, and sexual exploration.
I want that for her.
Hell, I want that forme.
I pace my room, trying to distract myself from everything I want to do with her. Going slowly doesn’t come naturally for me.
I call Mario to check on him, but he doesn't answer. I look at my texts.
Mario’s sleeping. He's going to be fine. He's got broken ribs but is alive thanks to you.
God, what a day.
I'm thankful that my office is the only place in this whole damn club that doesn't have a video camera, because for the first time in my life, I crave privacy.
I don’t want to share her with anyone.
I can be patient. I can wait years if I need to. And I might have to. She’s got a lot of shit to deal with, but don’t all of us?
Since I can’t call Mario, I call his wife, Gloria.
"Sergio? Oh God, I have to thank you. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m good. How’s Mario?”
“Tired, sore, and he’s got a long recovery ahead of him, but he’ll make it.” She takes a long, shuddering breath. "I'm at the hospital with him, and he's fine. Thank God. They say he wouldn't be alive if it weren’t for you, Sergio. I don't know how to thank you."
Okay, so the Rossis need to calm down. I did what anyone would do in that situation.
