Page 27 of Rowdy St. Nick

We have dessert and say goodbye. My kitchen is pristine after they leave, and there are leftovers in the fridge, including lava cakes. I go back over the visit and realize I rushed through telling them about the encounter with Tess when we first met. I also didn’t tell them that we’d had a first date earlier in the week. I could’ve told them about the dinner part.

Why did I do that? Because Mom would’ve been all over me for more details if she found out I was dating someone who worked in a BDSM club. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to bring that particular part of Tess’s life up with my family. Then again, how could I hide it forever? Wouldn’t Tess tell them herself if she ever met them?

We’ve only been on one date. I haven’t arranged anything new with her yet, and she’s not pushing for it either. Work is an important part of who she is, and I know from our conversation at dinner that she loves what she does. She’s not going to be willing to hide it to appease my family or help me avoid questions.

Why do I need to avoid questions anyway? When I think about it a little more, I understand the answer. I don’t want my family to know that I’m involved in exploring these things too. Part of me is a tiny bit nervous about what Tess does and how she’s so proud of it. I don’t have any answers about that, though. I know I shouldn’t be.

What now then? I want to see her again. I want to explore more. I want to be with her completely. Yet how can I do that if I have to keep part of what we do together separate from the people that matter most to me. I’m not sure I could do that at all. I’m not sure about anything anymore.

Chapter 12

Tess

My routine is settling back to what it was before my romp with a cowboy, and I’m feeling weird about that. We had this amazing first date, but now it’s like he doesn’t have the time to see me again? I don’t know, that seems… weird.

Part of me feels like I shouldn’t care. I have no trouble finding dates, and I have plenty of ways to entertain myself if need be. Except that rowdy cowboy threw me for a loop I didn’t see coming. He rode me hard and put me away wet, only to make me want to do it again. I want to see what else he likes.

When he handcuffed me to the bed, I could see a light come on in his eyes, even though the room was kind of dark. I still saw that half smile on his face as he moved down my belly and tasted mefor the first time. He wants more too; I know he does. Or at least I knew he did then.

Now it’s like pulling teeth to get him to respond to my texts half the time. At first, he was flirting back with me, and we were getting into some hot and heavy sexting one night about what we’d do next time we saw each other, which moved on to a FaceTime call. I read those messages over and over when I’m looking for ways to get myself off. So, I pull out my phone and do just that again.

Me:What do you want to try next, Rowdy?

Parker:I want to put that blindfold on you instead of me.

Me:And what will you do once it’s secure?

Parker:Tie your arms behind you so you can’t stop me.

Me:No handcuffs this time?

Parker:No, the chain rattles and the only thing I want to hear is you screaming.

Me:Oh yeah? And how are you gonna make that happen?

Parker:First, I’m going to get a couple nipple clamps.

Me:Someone’s been doing his homework.

Parker:I’ll use those to make sure you’re primed for what comes next.

Me:And what will that be?

Parker:I’ll trail my fingers down your belly, making sure it’s the lightest touch, just enough to torture you into wanting more of me.

Me:But you won’t oblige me will you?

Parker:Not yet. First, I’ll take that little bullet vibrator again and hold it on your clit.

Me:I’ll already be wet for you, I promise that.

Parker:Don’t worry, I’ll stop before you come.

Me:Good. I want this to last.

Parker:I’ll stroke your wet lips, then move to stroke your opening, stopping at your clit to run circles around it with your wetness.

Me:Fuck, I’m getting out my vibrator now. Not the bullet one.

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