As I shifted in my seat, I could feel the dampness already gathering between my legs. My clit throbbed while I imagined what Andrew’s five o’clock shadow would feel like scratching my thighs. Andrew was thirty, and I was certain he was well-versed in pussy licking. Hopefully I didn’t look like I was eye fucking Andrew; though, I most absolutely was.
To avoid a mediocre orgasm at the bar, I pulled my eyes away from Andrew and gazed around the room again. James’s eyes were waiting for mine when I looked in his direction. He smiled wolfishly at me and winked. I smiled back and took another sip of my Coke. He knew I was eyeing Andrew.Bastard.
Soon, Ali showed up and bounded into Sam’s arms. It looked like Josh and Sam had been waiting for Ali to be done with her shift because shortly after she’d appeared, the three of them headed toward the hallway. Andrew’s face still wore the afterglow of having laughed hard, which was so good to see. I didn’t have very many details, but I knew he had a lot going on.
Mmm. I just discovered that watching Andrew drink water could become a spectator sport for me. Another Top walked up to Andrew and shook hands with him. They had a brief conversation and then the Top moved on. It was probably congratulatory in nature. Which, I realized, I hadn’t done yet. With my glass of Coke in hand, I slid off the barstool and made my way to him.
“Hello, Andrew,” I said as I set my glass down. Before I took my seat, I looked him in the eyes—his beautiful blue eyes. “I haven’t had a chance yet to congratulate you on Oxygen. I’m very happy for you, and I know you’ll do great in this role.”
“Thank you, Mistress Tabitha,” Andrew said. His smile was warm, and those blue eyes twinkled at me as we sat down.
Oh, Andrew, I will make those sexy eyes twinkle and water over and over.
“Can I get you something else to drink, sir?” Albert asked Andrew as he collected the empty water bottle from the bar top.
“Um.” Andrew looked at my glass and then pointed to it. “I’ll have what she’s having, please.”
“It’s just a Coke,” I spoke up.
“I like that,” Andrew said.
Albert walked away, and I turned to look at Andrew. Even though he was here giving me attention, I could tell there was so much going on in his mind. Many people, including myself, come to Oxygen to escape and give in to their urges. I’d decided to try to pull Andrew out of the thoughts that had troubled him for a while.
“You like Coke, or that I’m drinking Coke?” I teased.
“Both.” He laughed as he looked into my eyes.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Now, now, Andrew. Remember, never tell a Top an answer youthinkthey want to hear. Be truthful,” I playfully tsked.
His smile was genuine as he nodded.
“Fair enough, Mistress Tabitha.” Andrew paused long enough to thank Albert with eye contact and a quick nod before he returned his gaze to mine. “I happen to like Coke,andI think it’s sexy when a woman will drink it rather than the diet crap.”
Andrew. Andrew. Andrew.
“I will take that as a compliment.”
I found myself incapable of formulating anything that would sound remotely coherent while Andrew drank from his glass. My eyes were fixated on his throat as he swallowed the Coke.Make your interest known, Tabitha. No more time wasting.
“So, when might I be able to negotiate a session with you, Mr. West?”
Not only from my talks with James, but from my own observations over the years, Andrew melted under authority play. I’d had a very erotic professor/naughty student session with him not long after I’d become an Oxygen member. That session was still burned into my mind, and I’d lost count of the number of times I’d masturbated to it. Calling Andrew Mr. West started his fire.
“I don’t think I’ll be submitting anytime soon,” he shared. “I don’t want to submit anymore.”
I didn’t believe him. If there was someone here who stood out as a genuine submissive—aside from Brandon—it was Andrew. I stared into his eyes, searching for truth to his words but never found it. Instead, I found fear and uncertainty. And I knew the cause of all of this was from that fucking bitch, Elise.
“Do you not want to submit anymore because you truly don’t, or are those words influenced by Elise?” I boldly asked.
“I don’t know for sure.”
Andrew took another sip of his soda while he continued to look at me over his glass. This time, I forced myself not to stare at his Adam’s apple that I wanted to drag my tongue over.
“I thought I’d kind of found a home within submission. Giving up control felt right to me.” Andrew paused, sat up straighter, and reached for his side casually as he took a deeper breath. His hand dropped away as he exhaled slowly. “When I gave up control to Elise, I lost myself. As I’d sat in my car bleeding and waiting for Josh, it was like a switch had flipped in me.”
Andrew took another drink of his Coke. I wondered if he wasn’t in some physical pain or if he was having difficulty with breathing. He coughed and reached for his side again, and I put my hand on his forearm.
