Page 63 of Consume Me

Gone were the rugged warm bodies that had held me tight.

Gone was the thrill of yielding to their command and granting them pleasure.

Gone were the reassuring touches and two words that sent my heart sailing…Good girl.

The ring of the cordless phone on the counter nearly jolted me out of my chair.I glanced at the answering machine beside it and the red light pulsing with messages.It rang and rang until the machine picked up.

I held my breath.

“Sanna?Honey, are you there?Please, baby, pick up if you’re home.You’re not answering your cell, and I’m going fucking bat shit with worry.Where are you?Come on baby, please pick up!”Mellie’s anxious pleas echoed through the room.

Bolting out of the chair, I snatched up the receiver.“I’m here.I’m here.I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to worry you,” I frantically choked out as my voice cracked.

“Thank fuck.Dammit, Sanna.You scared the living shit out of me.”

“I know, I know.I’m sorry.I wasn’t thinking.”

“What the fuck is going on?I got a call from Mr.Dreamy Voice, Nick.Sanna, he’s pissed to the gills.What the fuck happened between you two?”

“Oh, Mellie.I fucked up.I fucked up big time.”Tears spilled as I plopped onto my chair.

Through sobs, I explained the whole mess…the Dom/sub stuff…everything.I expected her to be shocked, but she wasn’t.She understood which made me cry even harder.Her unconditional love was a balm to my jagged, raw nerves.

“Baby, part of submission is being honest.If you don’t think they’d understand what you’re feeling then they weren’t the kind of Doms you need.”

“How do you know?”

“Let’s just say we’re cut from the same cloth.”She chuckled.“You don’t think I’m this bossy and hardheadedallof the time, do you?Sanna…I’m a sub, too.”

“Holy shit, Mel.Why didn’t you tell me…like, years ago?”

“Get real.I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d freak the fuck out and run for the hills, thinking I was some kind of kinky pervert.”

“Yeah, well if I was in better shape, I wouldn’t have told you, either.”I sniffed.

“Well, we’re both out of the closet now.What are you going to do about Dylan and Nick?They arenothappy campers at the moment.”

“There’s nothing Icando!I’m not going to call and say, Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t ask your permission before I ran away, but I couldn’t handle telling you goodbye.”I blew out a heavy sigh.“There’s nothing left to say.It was a few days of Dom/sub fun, some amazing, mind-blowing sex, but…that’s it.We’re not going steady.I’m never even going to see them again, so what’s the point?I’d rather run away than let them see what I’ve done to myself.”

“Okay, so maybe it’s more than you’re comfortable confessing to them.They still have the right to know.And you shouldn’t have packed up and walked out on them like that, without a word.”

“I had to, Mel.I couldn’t stay and fall apart in front of them.It would have been too fucking embarrassing.”

“So, you didn’t do anything embarrassing with them, say…sexually?”

I could feel the smile in her words.Logic.She was going to try to trip me up with logic.My own sister was pulling the same shit Dylan and Nick did.

“Don’t go there.This is totally different,” I warned.

“Well,Ihave to call him back.So, what do you want me to tell him?”

“Whydo you have to call him back?”I gasped.

“Because I told him I would, once I finally talked to you.Honey, they’re honestly worried about you.”

“Shit!”I hissed.“Tell them I’m home safe and sound and…hell, I don’t know.Tell them I said thanks.”

“Thanks?”she barked.

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