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It was entirely possible that tomorrow she’d ghost him, just to let him know how it felt. He could see it happening. Not that he’d let it deter him. He knew he needed to make up the past to her, and if that meant chasing after her for a bit to show her that he was serious, then he’d do it.
For now, he needed to give her a fantastic night to remind her how much she needed kink. How much she enjoyed kink with him.
He’d meet any obstacles when they came up.
“I got us a room,” he said when she sent him a questioning look. “The dungeon.” Juliet smiled.
Although neither of them were bothered by an audience, he’d figured some privacy this time wouldn’t hurt. Also, it would allow him to focus solely on her.
When they reached the door, he opened it for her and escorted her through before finally pulling her around, using her neck to turn her to face him and tip her head back so he could hungrily claim her lips for a kiss. Fuck, it felt like he’d been waiting forever to do that.
She hesitated for a moment before kissing him back, and he felt it. He didn’t know if it was because she was thinking of her ex or because she was thinking of the last time Orlando had kissed her, but he was determined to wipe away either memory. Wrapping his arm around her back, he pressed her body against hers, the stiff fabric and boning of her corset poking at him. Deepening the kiss, his tongue danced with hers, tasting her, savoring her, and she sank into the kiss. By the time he pulled away, she was breathless and clinging to him, no longer hesitating, no longer holding back.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice coming out with a growl, and she shivered against him. Considering London wasn’t kinky at all, the last time she’d heard that had probably been when Orlando had said it to her. “Corset off.”
Spinning her around, he tugged at the laces, eager to get her undressed. The stiff sides sagged as the laces were loosened, and he spun her around again. The uncertain expression on her face made him wonder if he should slow down… and yet he was worried that if he did, she would change her mind entirely.
Still. He didn’t want her having second thoughts tomorrow.
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down,” he reminded her, meeting her gaze. “Or you can tell me to stop right now, and we can save this for another night.”
There was a long moment of silence that stretched between them, her tongue flicking out to nervously lick against her lower lip and then she shook her head.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
* * *
Juliet
She was afraid that if Orlando stopped now, she might never find the courage to jump back in again. She wanted this, and yet she was afraid of it too. She was aroused and feeling guilty because she’d just broken up with a man she’d been in a serious relationship with… and was realizing she hadn’t been nearly as serious about him as she’d wanted to be.
Sure, he’d turned out to be a massive dickhole, but shouldn’t she be more broken up? Shouldn’t she be grieving the loss of the relationship?
She might be a terrible person fornotbeing more upset, but the truth was she wanted this. Craved it. Needed it. And when she was this aroused, this intensely excited, it was hard to feel sad or upset. Especially when the memory of London’s words still stung.
Of course, she knew he was wrong, but it helped to be in Black Light, surrounded by the very normal, very well-adjusted kinky people she knew. Sure, some of them needed therapy for various reasons —didn’t everyone? —but notbecausethey were kinky.
The sensation of Orlando’s hands moving over her bare skin made her want to sigh with pleasure, but she was going to make him work a little harder than that. Juliet bit her lip as he rubbed the sensitive skin revealed by her corset. She felt extra tingly after so long ofnotwearing a corset.
The last time she’d worn one had been for Black Light Roulette. And here she was, back in Black Light, scening with Orlando again, like a massive sucker for punishment.
Maybe I do need therapy.
Not because she was kinky, but because she was putting herself right back in the same position that had made her swear off kink for over a year. With the same guy.
The definition of insanity —doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
This was his last chance, seriously. If Orlando ghosted her tonight, she wasn’t going to sit mildly by. No, she was going to hunt him down, cut his balls off, and then find someone else to scene with. Right in front of him.
“What’s making you smile like that?” Orlando’s finger traced over her curved lips and Juliet opened her eyes, looking up to meet his gaze.
“Just imagining what I’ll do if you ghost me again after tonight.”
She liked to think she saw a small speck of alarm flare in his expression.
“Trust me, Juliet, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I trusted you last time and it didn’t get me much except your voicemail.” She wasn’t saying it to get more punishment or to be sassy. She wanted him to face the fact that he’d been a total dick and he was damn lucky he was getting a second chance at all.
