Page 3 of Kinknapped

“So you asked him why,” I encouraged her to finish the story, snuggling into the new linen the housekeeper brought us after I called the front desk after the buckaroo left. They never minded when I did because I always left a hefty tip for their trouble.

“And he said his roommates were throwing a party and drinking without him.” She gulped some wine to expunge it from her mind. “I asked him why he even bothered to show up and excused him from our date. He left the moment I said he could. That poor man will have a miserablefuture when his woman realizes she can control him like a child.”

“But he’ll have tantrums every time he doesn't get his way,” I chuckled.

“Yeah, but that rancid date led me to the most gratifying sexual experience of my life.” She fell against her pillow on the king-sized bed, reliving that night in her mind. Our English professor asked her to go in for some notes on her paper because she straight up wrote an erotic short to gain his attention. He showed her that her short story didn’t compare to the real thing.

“Wasn’t he married?” My brows drew together.

“Sadly,” she whined. “But I didn’t know before that event.”

“You didn’t ask,” I pointed out which earned me getting nailed with a piece of cheese off the tray between us. “He had a picture of his wife on his desk!”

“I didn’t want to know, and that picture could’ve been of his sister, like in The Wedding Planner.” Ah, a classic film that argued her point. Though, most women should assume a picture on a desk is the wife to not end up like Luce. “I still don’t regret it. He opened my eyes to the world of being a submissive, and I can’t shake it. I can literallyblame him for ruining all the little boys who followed because none have amounted to that man.”

“The philanderer,” I deadpanned.

She gave me a saucy glare. “I never slept with him again.”

Snickering, I sipped my drink before changing the conversation back to the bad date topic. “Do you remember when you talked me into that double date with the guy from your dad’s firm?”

“Oh, you’ll never let me live that one down.” We polished off our drinks and the second bottle of wine faster than planned. To be fair, our wine glasses held a half bottle each.

“How can I?” I lifted my cup for her to fill it as I giggled. “He ordered a coke, and I ordered a water. The next thing I knew, he busted out in tears!”

“Because that was the same order his ex and him used to give,” Luce could barely finish before falling into her hysterics.

“Such a shame because he was hot.” Shaking my head, I sipped the new flavor of green apple. Stella Rosa nailed their flavors because it literally tasted like a green apple.

“I still fucked that guy from the firm,” she murmured.

“In his childhood bedroom, a step below basement,” I added to tease.

“Okay, so I didn’t realize he was an intern.” She shrugged. “And it had been too dark to see nothing had changed for him in a decade, mainly all theDragonball Zshit. I get enjoying something, like my brother still building those Lego Star Wars kits, but EVERYTHING in that place wasDragonball Z.”

“And you made the mistake of mentioning it.” Oh, how I loved our nights of us laughing over all the crap that should’ve made us cringe the opposite sex.

“There’s nothing like waking up in a child’s room and getting the 411 on an anime instead of morning sex. And the anime didn’t even have tits out.” She shook her head, enjoying female companions too. “Such a shame. There are so many adult anime shows I could’ve opened his eyes to, but I’d fear starting an anime porn addiction for that lad.”

“Didn’t his mother make you breakfast too?” Giddy, I sat up a little more. It’d been a while since we brought up this tale.

“Seriously, the only perk about him. Her cooking was his only saving grace when I fucked him again the nextweekend.” She gave me a pointed look before I could even say shit about his fixation. “And before you say anything, you know I gagged him the next time and dommed his ass… literally. Now that was fun.”

Ah, yup. She pegged him like a pro. Luce had more boldness than anyone I knew, never being afraid to try things. I could barely engage with the strangers I hooked up with online. Though, I always wondered what would happen with the right person. Like maybe I’d be open to different things if I didn’t fear being made fun of for it.

Doing this with her made me feel sane. Luce had been my best friend since boarding school, but we weren’t the Gossip Girl besties. No, we had each other’s backs through the good and bad. It also helped we had different tastes in men, so we never conflicted that way. Though, it stung a few times when the person I liked wanted her, but I couldn’t hate her for being their type.

Luce came out of her thoughts, snapping her finger like she remembered something. “I almost forgot to give you the ‘I’m sorry the sex was bad, but here’s this to make it better’ gift.”

She leapt from the bed in her silk nightie and dashed to the pile of shit she paid the bellboy to bring up.Underneath her favorite fur blankets, she found a mystery book date. I could already tell from the wrapping and extras included on the outside. She then revealed the second one with almost too much glee. We both did it, one for the victim and one for the savior, swooping in to save the day, and we ordered from the same place, so they kept a history of our purchases to give us new ones. The little book shop wasn’t too far from here that offered the cute idea, and they loved our business.

Unwrapping the brown paper that revealed some different tea bags and bookmarks, the owner left me a personal note. ‘I’m sorry for your misfortune but thank you for the consistent business.’

Nearly laughing, I could only shake my head because Luce told everyone our shit so openly. It only made me love her more because I never had to wonder if she hid things from me or talked about me. She said whatever was on her mind, and that included if I upset her. She also respected when I had to tell her something and never belittled me for trying to tell her what bothered me. Total opposite of my parents, but I knew that came from us both not wanting to be like ours.

Inside, I found a new book that intrigued the hell out of me.Wraithby Lynne Leslie sat in my grip, and I knew by her other works that a dirty, MC romance would make love to my filthy mind. Some fun stickers fell into my lap that I’d add to my corkboard specifically for this reason. It hung in the corner of my room, proudly telling anyone who entered what I read. Not that many found their way into my room because I didn’t have many friends, and I never took a hookup there.

“You always know how to make my day better.” I hugged the book to my chest, smelling the pages.

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