Page 28 of First Time

Swallowing hard, I nodded. Imagining such things wasn’t difficult.

“Good.” Chantelle released me, and I wrapped my arms around my midsection again. She retrieved her key ring and slid one off, handing it to Master Cooney behind me. “5C. You know which building, right?”

“I do.” Master Cooney’s deep, quiet voice anchored my mind. I wanted to lean back against him, to soak in his strength, his peacefulness.

Chantelle returned to her chair and moved her mouse around, clicking on her computer a few times. “Titus took Stephen out the front. You parked in the back as usual?” she asked Master Cooney without lifting her gaze from the screen.

“Yes.”

She nodded and stood once more, rounding her desk to hug me again. “Everything is going to be okay,” she murmured. “I want you to just relax tonight. Unwind and consider your safety in moving forward, okay?”

“Okay.” A sigh shuddered over me, and Chantelle released me.

“Now, let’s go to the women’s locker room and see if we can’t find you something a little more appropriate to wear in this cold weather.”

My mind finally lay somewhat quiet while Chantelle rifled through two closets of clothing she kept on hand for emergencies or play. While most pieces were inappropriate for venturing beyond the doors of her kink club, she had a few leggings on hand, one of which fit my fat thighs and ass. A man’s 2XL T-shirt covered the rest of me, and I tugged on Stephen’s favorite ballet flats and my tattered coat.

Master Cooney waited for us in the reception area. He’d traded in his leather pants for relaxed-fit jeans and a navy Patriots sweatshirt. His gaze slid down over the only coat I owned to my slipper-like shoes, a flicker of a frown denting his brow for a split second.

My face heated, and I turned away.

“Call me when you get there,” Chantelle said, giving me another hug my slowly numbing body sank into.

“Will do.

“Get some rest, Becky. I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for me.”

Home.

My mind went to Stephen again. Was he driving like a maniac? Had he stopped to liquor up like he tended to do when he was upset?

Master Cooney grasped my hand, drawing my mind back to the present. “Ready?” he asked in a soft tone, his eyes warm and kind.

I released a shuddered sigh, pushing aside thoughts of Stephen. He and our issues could wait. I needed to do what Chantelle had said—unwind. Rest. Focusing on my boyfriend from the previous twelve years wouldn’t allow either. “Yes.”

Master Cooney led me out another door and down a short hallway that ended at a locked exit. With a swipe of a key card, the beep of an unlocking mechanism sounded. Down a flight of stairs, we entered a private parking garage.

I walked in silence—by his side, same as in Chantelle’s lounge. Not as a slave, but an equal. Warmth woke in my stomach, and I glanced up at his bulking form.

He smiled down at me, and my belly fluttered.

Whore, Stephen’s voice echoed in my memory, and I turned away, a rock replacing the lightness in my center I’d enjoyed for but a moment.

Master Cooney led me to a black SUV and opened the passenger door for me. He waited until I settled and buckled the seatbelt before shutting me inside.

The scent of new leather and his citrus cologne filled my nose. I inhaled deeper, my mind quieting. The rest of my body more alive than what was probably appropriate, considering my circumstances.

He climbed in without a word.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as he started the car and pulled out of the garage. What sounded like sleet pelted the windshield, but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes to find out.

We drove in silence, and my mind returned to Master Cooney’s rope, his gentle touches, and his kind words without effort. He had called me sweetness. Told me I smelled good. Warmth oozed through my body, settling in my pussy. I shifted on the seat.

I should have been ashamed of my body’s reaction to someone other than Stephen, but at that moment, surrounded by his scent, I didn’t care. Arousal was an alluring, beautiful thing, the euphoria following a climax a feeling I hoped to experience again someday.

The car slowed, and the sound of sleet stopped. We’d entered another parking garage.

Master Cooney backed into a visitor spot and cut the engine. He hopped out and rounded the front of his car to open my door as I reached for the handle.

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