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I cannot wait to get started, but there are a few details that I need to iron out, and his quiz results will help me with that. “Finished?”
“I am.”
“Good, let’s take the final walk-through together, shall we,” I say as I walk out of the kitchen.
“Wait, so I just took all of that time taking that quiz, and you aren’t going to show me the results?”
“I will when I come back with the sketches. Now come on, there are questions I need to ask you about each room.” We go from room to room for the next hour, and I ask him things like curtains or blinds, hardwood or marble, pocket doors, barn doors, or regular doors. We head back to the front once I have everything I can get. “I would like to meet with you again in about a week to go over everything, get your approvals, and begin work.”
“Sounds good.” We agree on a time and date, and when he places my heels in front of me, I kick off my slippers so fast and jam my feet in my shoes that he doesn’t get the chance to try that calf rubbing, kneeling shit. I don’t think I could go through that again. I am already heading to the store to grab and family-size pack of batteries for tonight. He helps me down the stairs to my car, and into my seat.
“Until next week.”
“Until then,” I say, closing the door and pulling away. I watch him get smaller in my rearview.Make that two family packs of batteries.
I fall back to the mattress, frustrated. It has been hours since I left Kruze’s house, and I have used every toy in my toy chest, and I am still not satisfied. Sweat is running down my face despite my air conditioner running full blast. When I got home, I went straight to my office to work on my plans until my stomach began protesting. I saved my work, shut down my computer, and went to fix myself a light dinner. The lunch Kruze provided was heavy, and I do not need to compound that with a heavy dinner too. After eating I put my dishes in the sink, and headed to the bathroom to take my shower. As soon as I finished my nighttime routine, I lit my candles, turned on some music, and prepared to scratch the itch Mr. Morehouse created.
I started off with my bullet, and after several orgasms with no relief, I pulled out my vibrator, which did absolutely nothing to satisfy me. Eventually, I pull out my rose, and even though I cum, hard, I am somehow hornier after, than I was before. I throw the stupid-ass toy across the room out of pure frustration, punch my pillow, and force myself to go to sleep.
I wake up to my hands playing with my clit after the dream I just had of Kruze Morehouse on his knees doing more than switching my shoes, and I am instantly frustrated. I snatch my hand away from my numb clit, fling my cover off and stomp off to the bathroom to shower. As I wash, I notice I am leaving angry red marks all over my body out of irritation, and I pull myself together real quick.
“Trin?” I hear a voice calling me from inside my bedroom. “Bitch why am I walking through a field of dicks on your floor? You, okay?”
“Shannon?” I yell from the bathroom. “What are you doing here?” I ask, wrapping the towel around me to go talk to my best friend.
“We were supposed to go have brunch, but when you never showed up, I got us food to go and came over here to make sure you’re okay. But from the adult store number of toys scattered all over your bedroom, I am going to say you are, in fact, not okay. Is your clit still attached to your coochie?”
“I hate you,” I say, finally emerging from the bathroom.
“There you are. Put on some clothes so we can eat, and you can tell me what caused this assault and battery on your hoo-ha,” she says, walking out of my bedroom, avoiding stepping on the toys scattered on the floor. “Hell, you’d think I am playing the floor is lava the way I have to hopscotch my way out of your bedroom.”
“Shut up!” I say, laughing at my best friend since pre-school.
Since I do not have to leave the house today, I put on a loungewear set so I can be comfortable and get some work done once Shannon leaves. I sit at my vanity, quickly comb out my wrap and put on my facial cream, pausing when my hand grazes my collarbone. I know why I am frustrated, and I know why nothing I do has satisfied me. I miss him. Actually, I miss what he did for me. Laying my hand against the base of my neck, I close my eyes and remember the weight of his collar around my neck. I miss the freedom and control I had. But he left, and I have not been able to replace him, nor have I wanted to. It has been over a year, and I have not had a single sexual urge until yesterday, until Kruze.
I know my lifestyle was not for everyone, but I loved it! I loved knowing my pleasure and safety were the dom’s top priority and that he got pleasure from giving me pleasure and making sure I was well taken care of. I loved the power I wielded. With one word, I commanded him. With one look, I called to him. It is a heady sensation and without it, sex is not nearly as satisfying. I need a new Dom. That is the only solution, there is no way I can continue to work with Kruze with all of this sexual frustration coursing through my body, but it can take months to build a true bond between a Sub and a Dom, time I do not have. Occasionally you meet someone, and the bond is almost instantaneous, but what are the odds of that happening right now? Slim to none.
“Heffa, you better had not picked up one of those contraptions off your floor, and you in there jackhammering your clit off again! What the hell is taking so long? I’m hungry!” Shannon yells, snapping back to the present, and I scramble out of the room before she comes in here and drags me into the kitchen.
“Damn shame. So, you wanna tell me what brought this on?” she asks when I make it to the kitchen to see that she plated our food, poured us drinks, and set the table with some beautiful flowers she obviously brought with her. Ugh, I love this girl. She knows just what I need and always has since she walked over to me one day during snack time, broke herTwinkie™in two, and handed me half after Tommy made me drop mine. He’s been a dick since birth and he remained the same way throughout high school.
“My new client,” I say, running down how my day went yesterday and then how my night went leading to her walking in on a porn site this morning.
“Trin, it has been a while since Murphy left, and I know you weren’t ready to find someone else, but perhaps it’s time. You need to dust off your membership card, go to the club and open yourself up to finding another Dom. Hell, I’ll go with you; it’s been a while since I’ve been too. What do you say?” she suggests. We finish brunch, talk about Shannon’s job and how her momma made her weekly call to ask Shannon when she is going to settle down and give her grandbabies. “The woman is delusional. I have told her practically all my life that I do not want children. But every week, she asks me the same question, and I give her the same answer, never,” she says.
“You have to admire her tenacity.”
“Is it tenacity or delusion? Cause, at this point, I’m going with delusion,” she says, helping me clean up the kitchen.
“Girl, leave your mother alone.”
“I wish she’d leave me alone. Alright, sis, I’m going to go and let you get to work, and don’t think I didn’t peep how you never answered me about going back to the club. The offer stands. Just let me know,” she hugs me before opening my front door. “Love you,” she tells me.
“Love you too,” I reply, and she pulls off in her car. I make my way to my office and begin working on Kruze’s design, but Shannon’s words keep making their way through my mind until I reach into my purse and dig out my old membership card, flipping it over in my hand. I take a deep breath, grab my phone, and text Bethany. A few seconds later, my phone rings.
“Hello, Bethany.”
“Trinitee! Long time no see! Are you ready to come back?”
