Page 6 of Disciplining Dana

“You good?”

“Yes,” she replied with a quick smile.

Kurt took her by the arm and guided her through the club. They stopped only once to thank Master Eric for all he’d done, then they were out at valet, and ten minutes later they were on the 101, heading for her place in Angora Hills.

By the time Kurt pulled into her drive, she’d drifted off, the hum of the truck tires on the freeway having lulled her into a light sleep. Now as he came to a stop, she opened her eyes, yawning.

“We’re here,” he said quietly.

“Thank you.”

She slipped out of the vehicle and crossed to the front door, fumbling with her keys. Once inside, she flicked on the lights and headed straight to her bedroom.

“Can I get you anything?” Kurt asked, leaning against the doorway.

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

For the second time that night, Dana began removing her clothing. As she did, Kurt watched her in silence, and the agitation that had calmed at the club began to creep back once again. Letting her clothing fall into a crumpled heap on the floor, she tried to push back against the emotion, but the intrusive thoughts continued to advance, gaining ground with the support of Kurt’s taciturn gaze. With everything off, she slipped into her bathroom to pee, and when she emerged, he was still standing exactly where he’d been since they’d come in.

Goddammit.

“What?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Did you enjoy tonight?”

Something about the tone of his voice had the irritation she’d been fighting blossom from a scratching at her nerves into the full-blown frustration she’d felt in the club when the evening had begun. “That’s a stupid question. Of course I did.”

He closed his eyes briefly. “Sorry I asked.”

Fuck. Kurt didn’t deserve this, but neither did she. She didn’t deserve these irrational thoughts that refused to go away, and he didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of the exasperation they caused. She deserved to be… happy right now. Happy with where her life was. Happy to be in a relationship with a guy who supported her in so many ways. Happy to be… happy.

So why aren’t you?

“Are you going to come to bed and fuck me or not?” she demanded.

Kurt drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Dana, you know if something’s wrong you can always tell me…”

Her annoyance flared to anger. “That’s the second time tonight you’ve said that. Why are you so convinced there’s something wrong?”

“Because I’m your friend, and after seven years, I’ve learned to recognize when you’ve got something on your mind.” The patience in his voice should’ve been comforting.

It wasn’t.

“It’s… nothing.”

Except it wasn’t. It was… everything right now. Every thought that whispered words of anxiety that shouldn’t be, fears she tried to convince herself didn’t exist and yet wouldn’t go away.

“Nothing?”

“Yeah, Kurt, nothing. Nothing I want to discuss right now, or that you should be worried about, okay?”

“Fine, I won’t press.”

“Thank you.”

For a moment neither of them said a word, but the fact he hadn’t moved from the doorway to take her to the bed and pound her brains out had her struggling to keep her from curling her fingers into a clench.

“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asked.

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