both, and though the ultimate outcome was uncertain, she knew she had won this battle. At least she thought she had, unless he didn’t show Friday. Then she would have lost the war.
Her body actually shook with pent-up desire all the way through the drive home.
When she walked up her stairs and let herself into the house, she felt as weak as a person with the aftermath of the flu.
She chose a hot bath as her release, wanting its comfort and the sensual, deep bone pleasure and tranquility it offered. Her emotions were too wrung out to seek her toys.
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yearnings. She had no desire for release except through means of the man she had just left.
Violet had taught herself to accept that someone with her proclivities would likely always have relationships only within the confines of a place like The Zone. Two sessions with Mac, and she wanted more. She wanted it all again. Despite his easy invitation, she knew it would actually shock Tyler to the bone that she’d invited her new slave to do something outside the club area so soon, invited him to get to know her life, because she wanted to know his.
You’re setting yourself up for such a hard fall, baby. But she’d done it, so she’d ride the horse until it tossed her, and hope she hadn’t gotten a mean bronc that would trample her or toss her into a wall.
She decided on lavender bubbles with a touch of aloe and left her clothes in the bedroom, sinking down into the water with a blissful sigh.
When the phone rang, she reached over, hit the speaker button on the unit next to the tub.
“Hello, Tyler.”
“Checking caller ID again?”
“No, I just knew it was you. You know, stalking is illegal.”
“But spying isn’t. Within reason. You okay?”
She closed her eyes. “Complicated question. I’ll take the next one. Better yet, no questions. You talk, keep me awake so I don’t drown.”
“I thought I smelled bubble bath. Need someone to come scrub your back, darling?”
“You offering?”
“I would, but you’d just be imagining I was that poor bastard you wrung out dry.
The consensus is you are one scary bitch.”
“He’s goading me, Tyler. He wants me to test him with the macho stuff, the floggings and pain. That’s easy for him, way too easy. I want the stuff that gets under the skin and makes him vulnerable. He always falls in with Mistresses that want his cock.”
“You want him.”
She paused. “Yes. Yes, I do. I don’t want anything less. If he won’t give me that, I don’t want him. So how long do I keep trying?”
“As long as he keeps showing up, I say he’s interested in giving that to you. That’s the way the really difficult subs can be. They don’t know that’s what they want, but their unconscious does, so they keep coming back for it. In the meantime, you’re getting very popular. A couple of subs have practically begged me for an introduction.” Another pause. “Violet? Any interest?”
“No,” she admitted. “I just want him. I’m bringing him this weekend. If he shows on Friday.”
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A startled stillness on the other end of the phone. Violet waited, watching bubbles run down her thigh when she placed her foot on the rim of the tub.
Tyler’s voice was soft when he spoke, reminding her why she considered him one of her closest friends. “If he doesn’t, he’s nuts. You’re doing great.”
“Am I? Or am I pushing too hard? I remember all the things I’ve learned and seen, but when I’m in there, something else takes over. Gut, or instinct.”
“You’ve always trusted your instincts, Violet. It makes you good in the vanilla world, and it makes you the kind of Mistress no sub can refuse in this world. It’s an art form. How often have you heard a writer or painter say ‘something just takes over’?
Maybe there’s a Domination muse.”
She snorted with laughter, sending a paw of bubbles
Her body actually shook with pent-up desire all the way through the drive home.
When she walked up her stairs and let herself into the house, she felt as weak as a person with the aftermath of the flu.
She chose a hot bath as her release, wanting its comfort and the sensual, deep bone pleasure and tranquility it offered. Her emotions were too wrung out to seek her toys.
Toys sought for non-playful reasons simply heightened stronger, more painful 56
Natural Law
yearnings. She had no desire for release except through means of the man she had just left.
Violet had taught herself to accept that someone with her proclivities would likely always have relationships only within the confines of a place like The Zone. Two sessions with Mac, and she wanted more. She wanted it all again. Despite his easy invitation, she knew it would actually shock Tyler to the bone that she’d invited her new slave to do something outside the club area so soon, invited him to get to know her life, because she wanted to know his.
You’re setting yourself up for such a hard fall, baby. But she’d done it, so she’d ride the horse until it tossed her, and hope she hadn’t gotten a mean bronc that would trample her or toss her into a wall.
She decided on lavender bubbles with a touch of aloe and left her clothes in the bedroom, sinking down into the water with a blissful sigh.
When the phone rang, she reached over, hit the speaker button on the unit next to the tub.
“Hello, Tyler.”
“Checking caller ID again?”
“No, I just knew it was you. You know, stalking is illegal.”
“But spying isn’t. Within reason. You okay?”
She closed her eyes. “Complicated question. I’ll take the next one. Better yet, no questions. You talk, keep me awake so I don’t drown.”
“I thought I smelled bubble bath. Need someone to come scrub your back, darling?”
“You offering?”
“I would, but you’d just be imagining I was that poor bastard you wrung out dry.
The consensus is you are one scary bitch.”
“He’s goading me, Tyler. He wants me to test him with the macho stuff, the floggings and pain. That’s easy for him, way too easy. I want the stuff that gets under the skin and makes him vulnerable. He always falls in with Mistresses that want his cock.”
“You want him.”
She paused. “Yes. Yes, I do. I don’t want anything less. If he won’t give me that, I don’t want him. So how long do I keep trying?”
“As long as he keeps showing up, I say he’s interested in giving that to you. That’s the way the really difficult subs can be. They don’t know that’s what they want, but their unconscious does, so they keep coming back for it. In the meantime, you’re getting very popular. A couple of subs have practically begged me for an introduction.” Another pause. “Violet? Any interest?”
“No,” she admitted. “I just want him. I’m bringing him this weekend. If he shows on Friday.”
57
Joey W. Hill
A startled stillness on the other end of the phone. Violet waited, watching bubbles run down her thigh when she placed her foot on the rim of the tub.
Tyler’s voice was soft when he spoke, reminding her why she considered him one of her closest friends. “If he doesn’t, he’s nuts. You’re doing great.”
“Am I? Or am I pushing too hard? I remember all the things I’ve learned and seen, but when I’m in there, something else takes over. Gut, or instinct.”
“You’ve always trusted your instincts, Violet. It makes you good in the vanilla world, and it makes you the kind of Mistress no sub can refuse in this world. It’s an art form. How often have you heard a writer or painter say ‘something just takes over’?
Maybe there’s a Domination muse.”
She snorted with laughter, sending a paw of bubbles
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