I see each and every one of them. I see him.
My hand feels cold as I remove my touch from his arm, and I crave the feeling of touching him again. Thoughts of his solid, warm body against mine, wrapping me in his scent and his heat, his strong arms around me, have me squeezing my thighs together, trying desperately to ignore the building need there.
We quickly wrap up the remainder of the plans before the rest of the staff come in for lunch and before I combust with the need to relieve my building desire.
As expected, the students are too excited for the rest of the week, and teaching them is like trying to herd cats by Friday lunchtime, so I give up and tell them to go research the show they are going to see. ‘The Woman in Black’ is a classic play using minimal actors and props, but it’s so captivating. I want them to learn that stagecraft, not props or flashy costumes, is what holds the audience's attention.
Exhaustion takes its toll by the end of the day, and my head is pounding. I can’t bring myself to summon the energy to go to the Friday drinks round. The thought of being in a pub surrounded by noise and chatter is too
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much for today. It’s time to go home and sort through my mail.
As I put my key in the lock of my front door, my neighbour—a little old lady—comes out and waves. Ah, shit. Edith seems so sweet, but she is a one-woman neighbourhood watch. She doesn't miss a thing.
“Hello, sweetie,” she rasps with the voice of a woman who has smoked for decades. “You had a delivery that needed a signature, so I took it in for you.” She starts to hand the thick padded envelope to me but snatches it back just as I reach for it. “Looks fancy… You ordered something nice?” she croons, looking over the envelope for signs of who had sent it. The envelope is burgundy and glossy, the quality screaming luxury.
I don't remember ordering anything in particular, but I bloody wish Edith would just give me the fucking envelope. I hold my hand out impatiently. Edith extends the envelope one more time to me and cocks an eyebrow. “Say please, young lady.”
I smile sweetly and grit out, “Edith, please can I have my post? Not that you can actually keep it, seeing as that would be illegal, and I never asked you to take my deliveries in the first place. But thank you ever so much for extending the courtesy.”
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Edith huffs and hands the envelope over. “There's no need to be snarky.” She turns on her slippered heel, slamming her door shut.
I settle at the table with my glass of gin and tonic, sorting through my mail. I like to work in date order and be organised, but the tantalising red envelope keeps beckoning me to open it.
Fuck it. I tear open the thick glossy envelope to find a letter with a card attached to a thick booklet with club rules and policies and promotional details for local fetish wear and toy suppliers. As I open the letter with the membership card attached, my heart stops.
I blink again and take a deep breath. It's a dark red card with a swirly capital ‘P’ in fancy script in a circle.
It's identical to the card that had fallen out of James’s wallet.
Well shit just got interesting.
My heart starts to pound again, and nervousness grips my insides. But it’s an exciting feeling. This is a whole new side to him I never even thought about. Is he a sub or a Dom? Or does he have other kinks? I must admit, the idea of James being into that certainly casts a different light on him.
But then the gravity of the situation falls into place.
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What if we bump into each other there? We have to work together. Not that I am ashamed at all, but I don't think James would be so comfortable. He blushes at my touch, so how would he manage if I saw him having sex with someone, no matter what role he played? The idea of him having sex with anyone else leaves an unpleasant feeling deep inside.
I sit back in my seat and stare out of the garden window at the neighbour’s cat bathing in a patch of sunshine on my patio. Why can’t my life be that simple?
Urgh, how am I supposed to approach this? Tell him I know about the card? Leave it to chance and see what happens?
I shuffle through the leaflets that came with the pack. They have several themed nights a week, and Saturday nights are Domme nights at the club. A ripple of excitement runs down my spine at the thought of being back in my element.
Maybe this is what I need to take my mind off everything. I need some playtime with a new man; someone I can take my time with. Make them crawl and beg for me to give them pleasure.
I am eager to go check out the action. I am determined to go, and I'm not going to let the fact that James is a member spoil my weekend. However, seeing as I have to work with James, I will wear my masquerade mask to hide
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my face until I have been able to talk to him about it. I can't just launch at him and surprise him. That isn't fair on either of us. Somehow, maybe I can just bring it up in conversation with him.
‘So, James, you into any kinky shit?’ Yeah, smooth Isabelle.
