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I can’t help the laugh that escapes my mouth at his dramatics. “Oh please. I didn’t break you. You’ve just never had a woman willing to disobey you for your own good before.”

“Well color me intrigued.” He begins to sit up and reach for me like he can’t wait to return the favor.

“Not so fast. I do have a lot to do today, and I have to work later. Can you take me home please?”

“Yes, but I think we’ll need to dry your clothes first. Unless, of course, you want to walk through my restaurant stark naked?”

“Hard pass. Can I just borrow some sweats and a t-shirt?”

“Come to think of it, I like the idea of you in my clothes. One second.” He disappeared into the closet only to return with a small stack of clothes for me. I take them and show myself to the bathroom to get dressed and freshen up before heading home.

He opens my door again when we make it to his truck, and this time, I’m less repulsed by the gesture. I may not be used to this, but Charlie does make me see the appeal of it. I think I could learn to live with his princess treatment.

He effortlessly jumps into the driver’s seat with a huge smile on his face that makes him look divine. Before I can lose myself staring at him, he catches me.

“You want some coffee? My favorite spot is just up the road.” Oh he’s good. It’s got me definitely rethinking the whole one night thing from before.

Backroad Therapy

eight

Backroad Therapy

Haedyn

Walking through the door, seeing Kate sitting on the kitchen counter, I already know what’s about to happen. She’s about to berate me with questions. We always spill the tea, so don’t ask me to keep anything a secret from her, ever. It won’t happen.

“Bitch, what the hell happened? Since when do you stay over on a first date?”

“Don’t give me that speech. You’ve done it plenty of times. Why can’t I?”

“You can. It’s just not something I expect from you. Especially when you don’t text or call to let me know you’re not coming home!”

“Shit. I’m sorry. In total honesty, I blacked out.”

“Don’t lie, Haedyn. I know you too well for that shit.”

“Bitch, I’m being dead serious. He ate it so good that I fucking blacked out. No lie.”

She does nothing to stifle her laughter at this point. How can I blame her though? I’d be doing the same thing if it were anyone else telling this story. I tell her everything that happened the night before in great detail and watch as she inhales it all. It’s almost therapeutic. The only thing that could make it better is if it didn’t have to be cut short for work.

Work is mundane at best. The customers are easy enough, but my mind keeps drifting to my surprising date night turned sleep over. It seemed like it should have been a dream, and I halfway hoped that it was.

Yeah, it was fun, but now I have to figure out what I want from Charlie. In truth, he turned out to be a total wild card. He’s attractive and all, but the monster he turned into when he got serious was shocking. I hadn’t expected him to not only put me in my place but also let me have some control.

I’ve never really experimented with the dom/sub relationship, but I know enough to know that I would be a switch. Sometimes, I need someone to put me in my place and use me, while other times I need to hear someone beg for my affection and let me do what I want.

There was a sex club close to the college I went to, but I never made it out there before Grams got sick. Now, living in basically the middle of nowhere, I feel that I missed my chance to explore that kind of atmosphere. Until last night and this morning anyway. Now I’m thinking that Charlie might just be what I need.

Since my mind won’t leave him alone, I decide to pull out my phone and see what he’s up to.

Haedyn: Hey, sorry about cutting our time short this morning, but it was fun. We’ll have to do it again sometime.

It wasn’t even five minutes before his response came in.

Charlie: When can I pick you up?

Haedyn: I think I’d rather drive myself this time. Or you could stay at my place?

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