“Evening again, Ali,” pig man smugly said. “Hello, Josh.”
“Hello, sir,” Josh responded politely. I wanted to slug the shit out of him.
“Ali, I thought you had a prearranged session for this evening. Did those plans fall through?”
“It’s Alison, Shane—”
“Ali,” Josh hissed.
Shane’s face showed a mixture of irritation and embarrassment. I wasn’t going to pretend that our paths hadn’t crossed earlier.
“My plans haven’t fallen through.”
“Someone needs to sort you out, young lady,” he snarled.
“Well, it ain’t going to be you,” I declared.
“Ali!” Josh blurted.
Shane stared hard at me, and when he realized that I wasn’t backing down from the staring contest, he finally walked away.
“What the hell was that all about, Ali?” Josh asked under his breath.
“What?”
“Don’t give me that. You know exactly what I mean.”
“I could ask you the same fucking thing. Why the fuck would you call him ‘sir,’ Josh? He’s not your Top or Dom. Why give him that decency?”
“What are you talking about? You know it’s protocol to be polite. It’s no different than saying ‘yes, sir,’ or ‘yes, ma’am’ in public. I didn’t call him ‘Sir Shane’ or anything.”
“God, you’re so thick sometimes,” I muttered and felt the slight sting in my eyes because I felt like he was siding with Shane, and the mere thought of that made me angry. “Why don’t you go negotiate a session with pig man.”
“What? I don’t want to have a session with him,” Josh assured me.
“Really? Are you sure? You seem to want to suck his dick so badly. I’m sure he’ll let you.”
“Ali—”
“Maybe he’ll even let you fuck him. You were sure up his ass while he was here. Go ask him if you can bang him.”
“Dude, Ali. Calm down.”
“Watch it, Josh, or else I’m not going to let you call me Ali either.”
Josh’s silence for a few moments was a blessing, but then he started talking again.
“You need to get laid, for sure,” he suggested.
“That’s the plan,” I agreed just as Sam walked through the door.
Damn. Sam looked so hot. I loved the fact that he could appear all cool and casual and then bust out with firm control.Mmm, yes. Show me the disciplinarian in you. I’d like to sample your firmness, Sam. Please be very firm with me. Flog me, whip me, beat me … do whatever to me that you think I need. Whatever you do, please be firm.
Sam wore a black t-shirt, and the front of the hem was stylishly tucked into his belt. His jeans were a medium tint and fit him exceptionally well. Not too tight, and not too loose or baggy. The silver buckle of his belt caught my eye, and the black leather matched his black shoes. I wasn’t even going to try to hide it, but as he walked over to us, I stared right at his groin. I looked up to make eye contact, and his eyes were already on me.
That’s right, Dr. Chisholm, I’m staring right at your package.
“Hi, Alison and Josh,” Sam greeted us as he sat in the chair to the left of where we sat.
