Me: No. You and Nadia enjoy the rest of your evening. My problems will still be here tomorrow.
Dalton: Want to go for a jog in the morning? Always clears my head.
Me: Sure. 6.30 Strawberry Fields.
Dalton: See you then.
I speed through the streets of Manhattan, wondering how the fuck I got here. When did I let myself fall for Aspen?
“How many miles do we need to run before you open up? We’ve been doing this for two weeks now, and you’ve not said a word about whatever went down at The Met.”
Dalton and I have been running five miles a day, and I still have no words to describe how dark I feel. Running. Work. They chase it away for a few hours, but when Aspen is in the kitchen, it’s as if all the air has been sucked out of the room.
All I want is to march her down to my private room and fuck her until she submits, but that ship has sailed. Even if she gave me another shot after the way I treated her at The Met, I’d have to give it up for her, and I’m not sure I can do that.
I had Nadia’s friend, Jenna, find out what escort service Aspen has been working for, together with a list of her regulars. I know it’s a huge invasion of privacy, but I’m telling myself it’sfor her protection. I came to an arrangement with her agent, and as yet, Aspen hasn’t asked to work since that night.
“It’s Aspen,” I say, not breaking stride, my eyes firmly forward.
“No shit. That was a given.”
“What?” I come to a grinding halt.
“Anyone with eyes can see you’ve fallen for her.”
“Fuck. I messed up, Dal. Something I can’t take back.”
“What happened?”
“We were sleeping together, but nothing more than some light bondage and ice, but that night at The Met, she was with another guy. A client.”
“Client?”
“She’s an escort.”
“Fuck.”
“She assured me that she’s never crossed the line with anyone, but I saw fucking red before I knew what was going on. We were shouting at each other in the restroom, and then we were fucking.” I have the good sense to feel shame as I continue, “She goaded me to be a Dominant, and I…”
“You what?” His voice is harsh. Unyielding.
“I choked her until she came so fucking hard it made me shoot my load. I’ve never come so hard with such intensity in my life.”
I know my unease was warranted when I see the horror on Dalton’s face. “What the fuck were you thinking? Breath play is…”
“Serious. I know. I’ve never done it without a contract until Aspen. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never even entered into a contract with a sub who listed breath play as a soft limit. I fucked up, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Fucked up is the tame end of what you did. What did she have to say about it?” He runs his hands through his sweat-soaked hair as we fall into a slow walk.
“She said it turned her on and made her feelalive. That was after she told me whatever we were doing was done. Then she called me Sir.”
“Not the answer I was expecting.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it. About her. She was so fucking beautiful as she came, and the way her body fits mine. What I feel with Aspen… I can’t describe it. I wanted to fucking murder the guy she was with at The Met. It was like a goddamn red mist of rage. I carried her out the door with my cum dripping down her thighs. I’ve never felt so…”
“Primal. Animalistic.”
“Yeah.” I scrub my hand over the scruff of my jaw, the gaping hole in my chest getting bigger the more I talk about it.
