“Way to go. You took two random words and put them together to make… nothing,” I laugh. “You know what I mean. I can’t stop thinking about her.”
Hayes reaches over and pats me on the back, turning on his barstool to face me. “How does she feel about you?”
“Don’t know,” I shrug. “I know we started this as an arrangement where I was just going to teach her how to be submissive, maybe do some non-sexual scenes and then she’d be on her way.”
“I bet that’s going well. You’ve already fucked her, haven’t you?” I nod slightly in confirmation and he sighs loudly.
“When was the last time you fucked a sub?”
“I don’t–” I start to answer as the point he’s about to make hits me in the face without him even having to make it. “I’ve done other things, but I haven’t fucked any of them. I’ve never even wanted to.”
“Exactly,” he gloats. “Maybe she’s different from the others because she’s the one. Ever think of that?”
I grunt in his direction, then allow myself to get lost in my own thoughts.
We sit and finish our expensive as hell bourbon before I thank him for the reality check and head upstairs to my office. The realization that I’m already getting attached to Arabella has me stuck in my head more than usual. I need to figure out a way to get my head straight, or when she inevitably moves on, it’ll no doubt ruin me.
38
Arabella
Ipull up to mom’s house and adjust the hem of my sweater, pulling it down to cover my love handles that always seem to poke out the sides. I feel like I’ve sat in her driveway for far too long before I blow out a breath and pull the door handle to let myself out.
As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I feel the plug shift in my ass and my core clenches, in an attempt to hold it in place. What the hell am I going to do if it actually falls out? I feel so full with it there, but it’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation. My thoughts flit back to the moment Ryker bent me over in the bathroom, and the way my arousal coated my thighs at the intimacy and vulnerability of him touching me in such a forbidden place. I was so lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t even clock it in his hands when he came in. My cheeks heat and I realize it’s doing the job he intended, because I am officially distracted from the gut wrenching anxiety that plagued me as I pulled up.
I curse internally as I step onto the porch and see her door is cracked. “Mom?” I yell, letting myself in. Thirty seconds passbefore worry starts to grow in my belly. The house is a mess. If she’s missed meds, or fallen, there’s no telling what I could be walking into.
I work my way towards her bedroom, grabbing the dirty dinner plate and glass on the coffee table as I walk by and placing them gently into the overfull sink. Seriously, she’s one person. How does she make this many dishes?
Opening the door to her bedroom, I see her wrapped tightly under the covers, fast asleep.
So much for dinner.
I silently chastise myself for allowing myself, even a brief, fleeting, moment of hope that we could have a normal, uneventful dinner. I should have known better, because this always happens.
Her meds on her nightstand are all over the place and it looks like some of the bottles have spilled onto the floor. Fuck. Surveying the scene before me, I wonder how long she’s been asleep. It’s later in the day and it isn’t like her to sleep the day away.
I place my index and middle finger to her neck, at her pulse point and press lightly, breathing out a sigh of relief that my worst nightmare hasn’t come true. I can also feel her breath on my hand, so she’s definitely alive. The irony isn’t lost on me, that she recently berated me for never visiting because she might be dead and here I am, worried that it’s actually happened.
I could wake her, but I opt to pick up the house instead. It feels like the lesser of two evils. I’m not the most organized person in the world, but this even freaks me out.
I pull my earbuds from my purse and pop them in, pressing play on myClean the Houseplaylist,Gangsta's Paradiseby Coolio filling my ears. Time to make this kitchen my bitch.
My phone dings in my ear, distracting me from my very intense living room dusting, and I smile when I pick up my phone and see the lettersCPflash on my screen. I giggle at the memory of my best friend calling RykerCocktimus Primeand then I accidentally said it to him in the heat of a very sexy moment. It only felt right to change his contact in my phone to CP.
I blow my bangs out of my eyes and open his message:
CP:I hope everything is going okay, sweet girl.
CP:How’s your ass? ??
Interestingly enough, I kind of forgot it was there… until now. But I won’t be telling him that.
ME:Things are okay, but we didn’t actually make it to dinner. I’m just hanging here for a bit. I’ll explain later.
ME:And my ass is… full. Too full, Sir. Surely, nothing bigger than this will ever fit. ??
He’s going to see right through my bullshit.
