Page 76 of At Her Will

“I like it, too.” She wondered if her eyes were glowing at him like his were at her. She shot a sidelong glance at her phone, which peeked out of her small purse, on the shelf where she’d tossed it. “You have four minutes before your break is over.”

He braced a hand by her head. “I’d like to spend three of them kissing you. May I?”

She called up the clock feature and set it for three minutes. Rev lifted a suggestive brow. “Afraid you going to lose track of time, Mistress?”

“If you do it right, yes. And ‘afraid’ isn’t the right word. I’m damn well anticipating it.”

That slow smile again, and he leaned in. He explored her with his mouth, his hands on her light and kneading, sliding over flesh and curves and clothing, learning her. She’d slipped her hands behind her, pressing her buttocks against the overlapped knuckles. She wanted to see what he would do, with no further guidance. He kissed her the way she’d always wanted to be kissed, but had rarely ever experienced. He cherished her, hungered for her, took from her and gave back.

It was everything she wanted, but in ways too deep to describe—or even know how to demand. Otherwise she would have given that order to her subs a long time ago. But it wouldn’t have worked, because it needed to be the right sub hearing it. The right man. The one who knew how to give that to his Mistress. To her in particular.

“Married to the Blues” had started playing. It was impossible to ignore the pain it unfurled, the female singer’s heartfelt cry of loneliness, about lovers lost. Reality and the past always had to have their say, didn’t they?

She took her arms from behind her and slid them around him, holding him tightly. She wasn’t a needy or clingy person. This wasn’t that. It was just holding on in the dark to somethingshe wasn’t guaranteed to have forever. So it was best to hold it close while she could.

His hand moved to her neck, his other arm tight around her body. He spoke against her hair.

“I’m here, Mistress. I not going anywhere.”

People said all sorts of dramatic things during sex, and especially during power exchange sessions. The better the session, the more likely it was to happen. It was taken and let go, the way it should be, a happening in the moment.

The ache in her throat was because she really wanted the Universe to back him up, the only one who could guarantee such a promise.

“I’d like to come home with you tonight, Mistress. Fix you breakfast in the morning.”

“That doesn’t sound like a request,” she managed.

“It is. It’s a request for your trust. In a bit of a forceful way.” His voice softened. “Please say yes.”

She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, and his hands moved over her back, his mouth against her hair. “Trust me, Veracity. I ain’t him. I not anyone that ever hurt you, and I never want to be.”

The phone alarm went off. Just as she’d thought, they’d needed the reminder. She lifted her head and looked up at him as he stroked a lock of hair away from her cheek. She let her desire to believe him push back that ache. “All right. You can come home with me tonight. But only if you go out there and make them stop playing that damn song.”

“You got it. I break that record in half, just for you.”

When he returned to the stage, she went to the bar to get herself a drink. Sy and Mavis seemed to be hitting it off and she didn’t want to interrupt them before Sy needed to get back to his drums.

Mavis wasn’t a Domme, but she was looking for a flirtation and a fun night out. Sy enjoyed dalliances outside the club, and he’d have a care for her.

Vera located Ros at a high top with Skye and Cyn. Tiger was with them tonight. Lawrence had a night game with one of the rec center sports teams, and Mick needed to work. This was too much noise and stimulation for Abby, but Neil wasn’t down range right now, so they’d be at his place in the bayou.

“He’s incredibly talented,” Ros noted, as Vera put her ear close enough to hear her. “We could help him do something with that, just like we did for Sy and Trey.”

TRA’s services were in demand and expensive, but they had represented and launched more than one local artist for a scaled down fee.

“No argument. I don’t know if he wants that, though.”

Ros understood. She brushed a light finger over Vera’s cheek. “A little irritation there. Maybe beard stubble.”

“I can promise it wasn’t the slightest bit irritating.”

Ros chuckled and they settled in to enjoy the next set.

She and Rev strolled down Frenchmen Street. They’d taken a trolley to the club from her place, and would do the same to get back to it. Eventually. For now, though, they got on the sidewalk that followed the river, and found a bench alongside it. Rev put an arm around her, buffering the chill off of the water.

“Is that the first time you’ve performed in front of an audience, outside of a church setting?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “But sometimes someone in the church will say I should try my luck at one of those big national talent shows.”

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