Page 107 of Nocere

"What about Nora?"

"Same, though we don't clash outside of scenes."

"I noticed that. I was reading about BDSM the other day and scenes and stuff."

"Was it helpful?"

I nodded and massaged her calf with my foot. "It was. Some of the things I saw were a little extreme."

"Caroline and Nora aren't into extremes. Neither am I. No blood or extreme pain. Just a little spanking how you like it, my sweet." She nibbled my lips and my cheeks burned in a fraction of a second.

"Do you like being spanked?" I asked as her doting set alight the fire in my core.

"I don't like receiving, no." She shook her head and gave my rear a firm grip. "I feel you getting hotter against me. No release until tonight, baby." Her smile melted from soft and drawn, to broad and playful. "No panties today."

"Okay." I shuddered at the notion and it only skyrocketed my arousal.

"Let's get some lunch?" she suggested, nibbling my lips again. "I want you taken care of and at full rest. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded and hugged her. For some reason, her caretaking felt just as exciting as our prospects. "Same for you."

"That's my plan. C'mon, baby." She kissed my forehead. "I'll fix us something."

"Yes, honey." I grinned up at her and she laughed before offering my hip a swat.

"Good girl." She wagged her brows at me, and we broke away to tend to our tasks.

Sam fixed us savory vegetable soup for lunch and we made turkey sandwiches from our leftovers to accompany it. With full bellies, we headed off to get ready. After showers and such, Sam dressed in her usual clothes—black jeans and a sweater—while I sifted through my overnight bag.

"No panties with those purple fairy socks." Samirah bent down to me, her finger under my chin, and kissed me. I leaned into her and my whole body shivered with excitement.

"I've never left the house without panties." I bit my bottom lip.

"Are you nervous about that?" Sam pointed to the simple dress that she saw me in a few times at this point. I tugged it over my head and she helped me zip it.

"A little."

"How about you put them on now and whenever you feel ready, you take them off. What do you think of that?" She took my hands in hers and brushed her thumbs over my knuckles.

"Okay. I can do that."

"Good." She brought my hands to her lips to kiss them. "Everything tonight is about consent, baby. If there's something you don't want or don't like, we set rules. Okay?"

I nodded, remembering that she told me that before. "Yes. And snowman."

She chuckled, nodding her agreement. "And safe words."

"Well, then I'm ready to go." I hopped into her lap and wrapped my arms around her neck.

She laughed and hugged me without hesitation. "Good. I'm going to grab a few things from the kitchen and we're set."

I finished dressing and we headed out after Sam snagged some cookies and tea. She drove us to Caroline's apartment, which was only about twenty minutes away. Like Sam's complex, the entrance and garage had the sleek appearance of cleanliness. Pristine white walkways led to darker carpets and a shiny black elevator.

"It got cold out fast," I said, rubbing my hands together while the warmth of the foyer heated me up from our brief outdoor walk.

"I think we might have a rare snow squall or two tonight or something." She linked her arm with mine once we were in the elevator.

"What floor?"

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