Page 53 of Callback
“I’ll arrange something for you tonight afterwards. For you to feel another Dom’s… style. I’ll have some clothes brought up for you to wear.”
I turned, heading for my room, but Marly’s voice stopped me. “Jude—” she said. I looked over my shoulder, catching her wobbled expression. “It’s not that I want someone else, you get that, right? This is truly just curiosity.”
It’s not that she wants someone else. Of course she didn’t. She belonged to Omar. And it tore my heart in half. How fucking stupid was that? I was falling for another man’s fiancée. Maybe I was more of a masochist than I thought. Then again, where the hell was Omar in all this? What sort of man allows his fiancée to go to a BDSM club with another man and doesn’t ask to see the place first? I didn’t like judging other couples—God knew plenty of people made judgments about my lifestyle. But she and Omar? Something wasn’t adding up there. “I get it,” I said quietly. “Omar’s a lucky man.”
“Omar,” she whispered and touched her ring. “Right.”
I paused, my eyes traveling to the untouched salted caramels on her nightstand. “Marly,” I said. She tilted her head in response. “Have one caramel now. Text me with how it is.”
She still needed some nurturing in her aftercare. I couldn’t let that slip because of this conversation. But I also couldn’t stay there and watch. I couldn’t take another second of hearing Marly talk about being with someone else—whether that was Omar or wanting to feel Ash hit her.
I left, shutting the door quietly behind me. I leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water on my face.
How can you truly move on from the past, when it keeps finding ways to creep into your present?I grabbed my phone and punched a text to Ash.
I need a favor.
If history was going to repeat itself, then I was going to be prepared. No more sucker punches.
