Page 135 of Heart of Stone

“What about it?”

She went on to tell me about her planned girls day out and how flight cancelations forced them to reschedule for Saturday. Then she proceeded to talk non-stop about how poor the weather would be for boating, barely pausing to take a breath. She sounded nervous, almost as if she was afraid to tell me about the change of plans.

“I’m sorry. I know that I promised you the weekend,” she finally finished.

Amused by her ramblings, I decided to go easy on her.

“That’s fine. It’s only for the earlier part of the day. If you’d like, I could have Hale drive you and Allyson to and from your appointment.”

“Allyson would get a kick out of that for sure,” she laughed. And if I wasn’t mistaken, she almost sounded relieved.

“Consider it a done deal. Just email me the reservation details and I will forward it on to Hale.”

“I’ll do it in the morning. Right now, I’m going to change into pajamas, eat my dinner, and then collapse on the couch. Maybe I’ll catch up on a few shows that I had set to DVR,” she considered.

“That sounds exceedingly dull,” I teased.

“Oh, not to me. A stormy night, house to myself…I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing.”

“I could think of a few things,” I said suggestively. I could hear rustling in the background. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I said I was going to do,” her voice was echoing, like she had switched me over to speakerphone. “I’m changing my clothes.”

An image of her slipping out of her bra and panties caused a stirring in my groin.

“What are you wearing right now?”

“Um, a tank top,” she said, sounding slightly confused.

“Anything else?”

“Just my…” she paused. “My underwear.”

Sweet Jesus…nothing but panties and a tank top.

I suppressed a groan as the image of Krystina’s lithe naked legs clouded my vision. I stood up and began pacing the room in an attempt to work off the restless energy that had suddenly come over me.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked.

I could hear her fumbling with the phone, switching it off of speaker mode.

“No, I’m not,” she tried to convince me. However, her words sounded raspy, a sure sign that she was connecting the dots and that her mind was beginning to gravitate to the same dark place as mine.

“I don’t believe you. In fact, I may have to leave Boston right now just to come home and punish you.”

“Oh, really?”

“You sound excited by the possibility, Miss Cole.”

“Maybe I am,” she teased.

“You’re asking for it,” I warned.

“I’m not asking for anything. But now that you mention it, how would you punish me exactly?”

Oh, game on baby.

It was time to enlighten Krystina on the many ways I could punish an obstinate submissive.

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