Page 61 of Over the Line

Jacqueline shuddered while Leaundra did a little dance on her four-inch stilettoes. “I want to go to the Den with you again sometime.”

“You’re getting married.” How many times had Sydney reminded her friend of that fact?

“There is that.”

“So what went wrong?” Jacqueline asked, more seriously.

Sydney picked up her glass and rolled it between her palms. “Nothing.”

“Did you have fun?” Leaundra demanded. “Those welts sure make it look like you did.”

“Well…yeah.”

“But you did everything possible there is to do in one night? There’s nothing left? You used that boy up?”

“Well, maybe not,” Sydney admitted.

“Did he put anything up your ass yet?” Leaundra asked.

“Ah…”

“He did! Damn. So tell me again why you don’t want to see him again? You gonna let some other girl get him?”

Sydney took a big gulp of wine. The thought stung, though it shouldn’t have.

Leaundra crossed the room with the grace of a supermodel and pulled up a chair. It was as if her friends were forming a protective half-circle around her.

After taking a small, fortifying sip of wine, she slid the glass on the coffee table. Her friend’s persistent questions uncovered a deeper, more terrifying fear. “We’re a mismatch. He owns half of Colorado. I own a suitcase and a ten-year-old vehicle.”

“Chickie, you’re acting as if he asked you to marry him,” Lea protested.

“What’s the point in sceneing?” Sydney countered. “Nothing can come of it anyway.”

“Except a good time. And you should grab as many of those as you can.”

“But he wants me to be a submissive.”

“And you just want a good spanking.” Leaundra grinned, always telling it as it was.

“What does that mean, really?” Jacqueline asked. “I don’t understand all this bondage, spanking, discipline stuff. If it’s like the shit you went through with Lewis, you’re right to run away.”

“It’s not all like that,” Lea said.

Surprised, she looked at her friend. Though she’d visited the Den with Sydney, she didn’t know that her friend had experiences beyond that.

“I do a lot of reading.” As she smiled, Lea batted her fake eyelashes. “So anyway, tell us what Master Michael expects.”

Maybe she should have asked him for further clarification on what submission meant to him.

When she didn’t answer right away, Lea started guessing. “Housework?”

“He has a housekeeper.”

“That’s a point in his favor. Does he want you to do all the cooking?”

“I thought he made breakfast,” Jacqueline said.

Sydney laughed. She hardly needed to participate in this conversation. “He did. And it was yummy.”

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