Page 38 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Peters is as straight as an arrow when it comes to his sexuality, but I enjoy pushing his limits. Once he’s gagged on my heel a bit, I decide to move on.

“Face the wall on your knees, hands behind your back. I’m going to use my crop on your ass, back, and legs. I’m going to also bind your hands with handcuffs. Leather or actual cuffs?” I ask, gauging what his need for pain is today.

“Real cuffs, please, Mistress,” he murmurs, getting into position.

Humming under my breath, I pick them up and secure his wrists. Peters hisses as I tighten them.

“Petey, what’s your safe word for Mommy if things get too hard?” I coo with a wicked grin. Some people would think I’m crazy for enjoying my work so much, but I guarantee Mr. Peters will be a much more relaxed man after spending thirty minutes in my tender care.

“Peanuts,” he grunts in response.

“And why is your safe word peanuts?” I ask as I draw the crop down his back.

“I’m allergic,” he says, making me nod. This is part of our process, and Peters needs a routine, even when he’s being punished.

The next twenty minutes are a lot of fun for me.

As he gets dressed, I hide my smile as I see heel marks pressed into his trim stomach and neck. Peters looks a lot more relaxed, and he gives me a loopy, happy smile.

“I missed you, Lucky. I’m really glad you’re back,” Peters says as he pulls his suit jacket on. He’s back to being the well polished businessman as he fixes his hair.

“Trust me, I’m happy my hiatus is done too,” I murmur. “Go kick ass today.”

“They won’t know what hit them in the courtroom,” Peters chuckles as he walks out. Mr. Peters is a shark in the courtroom apparently, and the job is stressful. Thirty minutes with me changes his life.

My job is important, both for me and my clients.

NATE

Things have been so tense here and I need an outlet. I leave Patience to finish napping with Kian and Rooke after her return from work, and slip out into the hall to put my shoes on and make a run to the store. Cal is at Stonewall getting Rooke's and Patience's absence handled.

They will have a lot of work to make up, but it's better than flunking out all together. I open my phone and order an UBER, then grab my wallet from the entry table and leave the apartment.

I wait ten minutes for my ride, then tell them to take me to the local toy store.

An hour later and two hundred dollars lighter, I bring my bags up the stairs to Kian's apartment. I don't have a key yet, so I hope no one woke up and latched the lock. I try the knob and smile when it opens.

Mouse is there to greet me with a “Meow,” and I laugh. I still can't get over Ki having a cat. He always seemed like the Rottweiler type when he was in his punk-rock stage.

I place the bags in the kitchen, then bend down and love on Mouse until she's had enough and gently nips me. Okay, now I get it. She's perfect for Ki. They both have an attitude. I grab one of my bags and start to unpack. I can't wait for them to wake up so we can have some fun.

Rooke and Pay aren't ready to leave the apartment for long periods of time yet, and I get it. I don't know exactly what they went through, but I know it was bad. Patience wakes up two or three times a night with flashbacks and nightmares.

“What’s all this?” Cal laughs as he comes into the kitchen.

“I want to have some fun,” I smirk. “Let’s wake up our sleeping beauties in a bit. First, can you help me get the ammo together in the Nerf guns?”

His smile is excited as he nods. As he reaches for one of the Nerf guns, his hand stills. “This is a really good idea. Patience acts like everything is fine, but she’s spiraling in her own way. Doing something like this will help, though.”

“Our girl’s a badass. Sometimes we have to remind her that we know that. She survived something huge, and I’m really grateful to Rooke for taking care of her the way he did,” I say seriously. “Don’t be a dick to him anymore, because we’re keeping him.”

“Fuck, everyone keeps accusing me of being a dick,” he groans. “You’re usually like eighty-five percent right when you call me out for it, but I have yet to be one today. Also, Rooke isn’t a dog, you can’t just keep someone.”

“Woof.” I grin, picking up the Nerf gun. I aim at his chest and pull the trigger, snickering as it bounces off his chest. Cal snorts, grabbing the other guns and racing for Kai’s bedroom.

He crashes into the room and jumps on the bed as I run after him. God, they’re going to think we’re being attacked.

“Do you wanna have a Nerf gun fight?” Cal yells, and I can’t stop laughing. This is the carefree guy that he used to be before everything changed and Mr. James died. A lot of things went up in flames after that.

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