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Jacob had insisted on giving me a few days off, so when I woke up on Saturday morning cuddled up with a snoring Alastair and the memories of what had happened rushed back to me, I was able to temper my annoyance and anger with thoughts of a three-day weekend.
Alastair Kenney loved me. Alastair Kenney, the man who had turned my world upside down in so many ways, fucking loved me. Me. Toby Dunn, the femme boy, whose mother said was her biggest mistake, the wide-eyed kink newbie who’d only just moved out of that toxic environment and for the first time in maybe ever, felt safe, and, yes, loved, and cared for. It seemed like a dream that I might wake up from, but hoped I didn’t…ever.
My ass wasn’t as achy and tender as I’d expected, and I shifted under the covers to rub some of the pain to life.
Ah, there it is.
I didn’t understand why getting spanked or paddled was such a turn-on, but the way Alastair looked after me in the Bordello and here at home was something I’d never experienced before. It did feel like I had missed some sense of competent male energy in my life. Maybe that’s what I saw in Alastair, and what made his taking me in hand so appealing—or maybe I simply liked being spanked.
I lay in bed enjoying the warmth and security and Alastair’s gentle snores, until I couldn’t ignore my bladder anymore. As I slid out from under the covers, Alastair closed his fingers around my wrist.
“Don’t go…” he mumbled.
I sank back and kissed his sweet face. “Good morning. Unless you want me to piss this bed, I have to go.”
He didn’t open his eyes, but he did release me. “As long as you come back.”
“I will.”
I took care of business and went back into the bedroom. A gap in the curtains gave me enough light to see Alastair lying there, all tousled and sleep-sexy, watching me.
“Turn around and lift your shirt,” he said.
I squinted into the dimness.
“Alastair? Is that you or someone else?” I asked, pretending I didn’t have a clue who had said it.
“Very funny. Yes, it’s me. Who else would be in your bed this early?”
“Good point. Wait! You want to ravage me already? You’re not even properly awake.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I want to see how your bottom looks.”
“Oh.” I spun around and lifted my T-shirt, waving my ass at him.
“Hold on,” he said, reaching behind him to tug at the curtain. A flood of sunlight illuminated the room. He examined the body part in question.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s sore. But that Arnica gel works like magic. I thought it would be pretty bad today, but it’s okay. I like it.” I crawled under the blankets and snuggled up to Alastair, who laughed softly and tousled my hair.
“How did we ever think you were vanilla?”
We lay in a cozy embrace for a bit, and I almost went back to sleep. Then Alastair said, “Don’t forget, Nigel’s coming over.”
I rolled my eyes.Sexy fucking Nigel.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I can call him and postpone, if you’re not feeling up to it,” Alastair said.
“It’s fine. I want to meet him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
