“I know we talked about a lot tonight,” they said. “But think about it.”
“I will,” I promised. And I would, I was… interested, I couldn’t lie.
Once my door was open and I was safe inside, they left, and I took a deep breath.
Tonight was… intense.
I should take some time, go to bed, and maybe take a shower. But I didn’t do any of that.
Instead, I sat my ass down at my computer and started researching. I pulled up the contract and searched for anything I didn’t know, checking off anything I was interested in and crossing off anything I wasn’t, which I was glad I did.
Who knew watersports wasn’t having sex on a jet ski?
Me… now.
Once I was satisfied, I did some more digging on these kinds of… arrangements. Though there wasn’t anything exactly like we had, at least, nothing people were discussing on the internet, there were some resources. Some of them were obviously… exaggerated, but it seemed a lot of people had some kind of contract when it came to forming BDSM relationships, especially with free use.
I continued scrolling, researching until the sun was almost up.
Until I was ready to make my choice.
The e-mail notificationpopped up just as I’d settled into bed, the screen of my phone illuminating the wall in an eerie wash of blueish light. I would’ve ignored it, work surely could wait the few short hours before I needed to be up and headed for the restaurant to meet our produce supplier… But something that felt dangerously like hope after my conversation with Eva in the car piqued my curiosity.
I picked up the phone, squinting against the brightness in the dark until the words I was hoping for as much as dreading—Completed! Complete with SignMe, all parties have signed!—snapped into focus.
Clicking into my calendar app, I scrolled for my next available evening, ironically, the next night.
I filled out the appointment request with time, date, location, and dress code: upscale cocktail, before adding Eva’s e-mail and hitting send.
If she was sure that she wanted this,us, even temporarily, I would abide by her request and show her the same amount ofcare and consideration that I would give any omega my pack was courting.
Even if it ended with Eva in the bathroom of a Michelin-starred restaurant with cum dripping into her panties.
Focusingon the game I was supposed to be trying to win was nearly impossible.
I slammed my fingers down, pressing the spacebar way too hard as I tried to evade the killer, but it was no use. I was so fucking distracted worrying about my date with Marcus that I'd totally missed them getting behind me, dragging me back to his lair with my health bar depleting rapidly.
"Sorry, guys," I sighed into my mic, leaning back in my chair in an attempt to alleviate the tension building in my shoulders.
It was no use, I'd spent way too long crouching like a shrimp in front of my monitors today, and the only thing that was going to fix it was a hot shower.
Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. I was destroying my win stats anyway by feeding, I might as well get a jump on getting ready.
Even if I wanted to pretend like this was no big deal, a date that was built entirely out of obligation... I hadn't spent any real time with Marcus since my heat. And, if I was honestwith myself... I was curious about the alpha. He was gruff and distant, but... There was a subtle sweetness that lingered under the surface that I wanted to dig my fingers into. Rip apart like wrapping paper to see what I was really dealing with.
Offering the camera a bright smile, I shrugged in a way that I hoped read as charmingly self-deprecating. "Alright chat, I'm cooked as fuck, might as well hop off and save my ego."
b1gd1ckb33
getting on afterdark?
betadaddee1
its okay eva! ^-^ !! u tried! !!
go0nmaster4k
spicy time? hoping for a repeat of the other night.
