“I like the biting.”
“Clearly.” Hiroko gestured. “I can see that.”
“Like you said. . .it’s edge play. There’s no harm in that.”
“He’s breaking the skin. How much further will he take it? And with your being. . .pleasured from that. . .how much will you let him?”
I let out a long breath.
“In fact. . .” Hiroko reached into her leather kimono and pulled out her phone. “After telling that story. . .I’m thinking we should be careful tonight. Those bites. . .there’s an. . .”
“What?”
“An intensity." She dialed.
I watched.
Who is she calling?
The person must have picked up because then, she spoke, "Kenji."
I raised my eyebrows.
Her voice was very careful in tone. "I believe we should postpone tonight."
Oh shit.
Silence.
Of course. I couldn't hear his response.
Hiroko sighed. "I understand, Kenji, but I really think—"
More silence.
Hiroko's face shifted. She'd definitely been cut off. "Kenji—"
Nothing.
“Kenji? Kenji?” She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. “Well. . .he hung up.”
I blinked.
Hiroko was quiet for a long moment and stared at the phone for another second. After another minute, she straightened her spine, smoothed the front of her leather kimono, and slipped it away.
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.
She caught it anyway. "Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face said plenty." She shook her head. "I guess we're still doing this."
“And what are we doing exactly?”
“You will see.”
“You’re nervous about us doing it, so maybe you should tell me.”
