“I can see I will be taking a part of you on my skin,” I say as I look down at the ring of teeth marks branding my inner thigh currently covered in our combined juices.
“That will have to do,” he says with a wicked grin now gracing his face. Moving off the bed he reaches for my hand and pulls me into an ensuite I hadn’t noticed. He rapidly pulls lengths of toilet paper and drops to his knees to wipe up the line of liquid that has reached my ankles by now.
“I can do that,” I try to swat at him between my legs.
“I want to,” he replies without looking up. “Would you like a shower?” he asks but I shake my head.
“No, I don’t want to keep Zee worrying. He might come upand start knocking if I am not quick. Thank you. I’ll just throw my clothes on and grab a shower when I get home.”
“Shower tomorrow, please. Keep me on you, inside of you for the night. I will sleep better knowing I’m with you,” Rory asks and I’m taken aback by his request.
“Okay,” I reply, frowning as he stands, tipping my chin up with his finger to kiss me hard on the lips.
“Good girl.”
I manage to fling my clothes on in rapid speed and am at the door in minutes. Rory opens it for me but grabs my hand. “Tell me your number, I’ll write it down.”
I reel off my number which he appears to commit to memory and then I reach up on my toes to brush a light hurried kiss on his lips. “See you Saturday, Rory,” I emphasize his name on my lips.
“See you Saturday, Sweetheart,” he whispers as I walk down the hallway, press the button on the elevator until it arrives and climb in. I take a deep breath trying to settle down my nerves, they seem to be racing in a hurried panic and I know it’s because I don’t know what Zee will say or what he might be doing. Has he left? Is he upset with me? Is he worried out of his mind, unsure what he should do? Will he call Sandy? I am never late.
When the lift doors open in the carpark, I see Zee’s car with some relief and walk up to it, yanking the car door open and spilling into it, “I’m so sorry Zee, I fell asleep. I don’t know what happened.”
“Are you ok?” Zee asks, worry lacing his tone.
“Yeah, fine,” I assure him as I reach for my seatbelt. Zee turns to look at me, I can see the frown underneath his glasses as he measures me up. I must look a state, having thrown my clothes on and hurried out. I can only imagine my dishevelment. There is a bemused curve of his lips as he nods curiouslyat me and turns and starts the engine. I put on the eye mask as he asks, “Interesting night?”
I let out a laugh, “Yeah, well, you could say that.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Would you mind if I don’t? I’ve just got a lot on my mind suddenly.”
“Sure, of course Sophie. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine, Zee.” I smile back at him even though I can’t see him as I lower my head back to the headrest. “Today caught me off guard and I’d like to give it some thought,” I say, hoping that placates him enough to leave me to the raging storm in my head.
“Ok then. If you don’t mind, I’ll put the radio on, there’s a game I’d like to catch.” I nod and settle into the journey, hearing but not listening to the commentators, as I wonder what just happened and why it happened now? Where does Mack come into all this? Does he know Rory? And how do I feel about breaking the Clarendon’s rules again? My mind wanders to if Rory knows about Mack, and how do I feel about having feelings for Rory if it’s more than lust. When I walked into Rory’s apartment, I was positively in lust with Mack. How could my life feel like the Sahara desert waiting for someone to save me only a few days ago and now I have two men rocking up at the very same time.
When we arrive at my apartment block, I thank Zee and apologise again for being late and rude for not wanting to talk like usual.
I catch the lift, open my front door and then I remember Mack. I promised him I’d be online for him when I was home. Where does Mack come into all this? He sent me to Rory and now I have to undress for him…
SEVEN
Sophie
I walk into my kitchen, pour myself a glass of water, gulp it down and then head into my bedroom where I left my laptop. I hesitate, wondering if I should shower or freshen up but I promised Rory I wouldn’t. I like knowing he’s still on my skin and, quite honestly, why would I bother when I am not seeing Mack in person? He was the one who sent me to Rory, but why? My feelings towards Mack haven’t changed, I’m now hopelessly confused but I still want to be the good little submissive he wants me to be, despite not having a clue what game he and possibly Rory are playing. I am sure there is no such thing as coincidences. I use the bathroom and check my reflection in the mirror which shows me I look utterly fucked, in the best way. I don’t mind that, let Mack know what he just missed out on. I decide to make myself a honey and lemon tea, not knowing how long I might have to wait for Mack to join our call, I’m still thirsty from my time spent with Rory. I walk into my bedroom carrying my tea, taking sips as I undress, open mylaptop and click on the MaskedMack software. The light in the corner goes green next to my initials. As I settle down in my position on my carpet, I look down at my open legs and see the circle of teeth marks Rory left me. It makes me smile as I’m transported back to the reason why I have that mark to begin with. I stay in position, waiting patiently, and let my mind wander to the way Rory’s mouth felt on mine as I relive the time we spent together.
“Sophie,” I hear Mack’s husky voice that pulls my attention up to the screen and out of my daydream.
“Hi Master,” I smile, suddenly shy and not quite as upset about not seeing him as I previously felt. He is once again shirtless in the darkened room, his mask in place and his track pants sitting low on his hips, exposing a trail of hair I would very much like to follow. He looks otherworldly attractive, if that is even a thing. Maybe it’s the lighting. I’m no closer to knowing who he is, but I can appreciate the way he looks and the way he is looking at me—which is like I am his next meal. His eyes flare as they run down my body and I wonder if I am going to combust from the intensity of them as they land on the bite mark left on the inside of my open thighs.
“Tell me,” he croaks out, his voice thick with desire.
“What would you like to know?” I ask, coyly. I want to ask; why the fuck wasn’t it you I was meeting, but that seems suddenly irrelevant as my skin heats under his scrutiny. And I am no brat.
“Tell me what Rory did to you. All of it.”
