Page 54 of Disgrace

“And nothing says happy anniversary like a nice, bald pussy,” Leon teases and knocks is liquor laced espresso back in one hit. I snort and nearly spill my own hot drink in my lap.

“Not exactly. I’m hardly pin-up for the nineteen seventies down there as it is. I just wanted to try hair free for our first rope session.” Leon’s smile widens. One hand has slipped down the front of his pants and he shifts his very obvious semihard cock around, a slow massage in the ample room of his loose fitted trousers. “You think you could maybe not masturbate while you are sitting right beside me.” I huff.

“I’m not.” He sounds affronted but his wicked grin is hardly serious. “Not yet,”—he draws in a slow breath holding the pregnant pause—“but please do go on.” His tone drops from higher pitched insulted to low and deviant. I lift the ice pack and dump it hard in his lap. He sits bolt upright, throwing the pack down where it skids across the floor. “Fuck, Sam! I was kidding! Did the waxing rip out your sense of humour, too?” he grumbles, rubbing his injured pride and joy.

“My foof is raw. I’m a nervous wreck about my interview, and my best friend is jacking off at my discomfort. Tell me which bit of that is funny,” I snap, and he has the decency to look a little contrite. He drapes his long arm once more over my shoulders and pulls me more against his chest. He plants a heavy, apologetic kiss on my hair.

“I’m sorry, babe.” I relax into his hold. I didn’t realise how much tension I was holding until I let it go. “Four months and an evening of Shibari,” he muses. “Why it’s almost like you’ve skipped the awkward dating phase and gone straight to white picket fence.” He places his hand on his heart, sighs heavily and bats his long lashes. His light mocking tone makes me smile even as his reference to a happy ending makes my chest ache. These four months have been, without exception, the best of my life.

“So tell me about the ropes. Was playing Tarzan all you hoped?” He winks and I sit back up and shuffle to face him.

“It was more…Oh, God, it was…I cried.” My voice holds a fraction of the wonder I felt yesterday, but he smiles with understanding.

“He hurt you?” His shock is misplaced.

“God no, not at all. But, after, I mean…the aftercare, I just burst out crying. I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t want to. It felt—” I look to the heavens for inspiration to put words in my head fitting enough to describe the indescribable.

“Cathartic?” he offers with a warm smile.

“Yes.” I grin as the word I had been struggling to articulate fits so perfectly. “Exactly that. I’ve never felt anything like it.” I exhale a deep satisfying breath as a flood of memories wash like a warm wave of pleasure across my mind.

“It’s addictive.” His tone is a light warning.

“I can imagine.” I exhale still holding on to the memory.

“No, seriously, it’s addictive. You think I feel any different when we play?” He raises a good point I hadn’t considered.

“I didn’t think about it. I mean I know I’ve elicited tears before, from clients, but I assumed that was from the pain aspect.” I chew my bottom lip as I mull over these thoughts.

“It can be but if their experience is anything like mine, it’s from the pleasure…the release and yes, you are reallythatgood.” He shakes his head dismissively like I am an idiot for not comprehending this before now. “Surely you must’ve known this?”

“How would I?” My tone is a little defensive. “I’ve fucked other guys, but not many, and there was rarely any kink involved. Even my session with Daniel was more about understanding the Dom/sub role in a play situation. I have just never been brought to that level of…hmm…” I let out a huge sigh.

“Subspace.” He grins.

“Yeah, that. I’ve obviously seen it but never felt it. It’s nice.” My smile is wide at my own understatement. He lets out a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Oh, I’ll tell you what else is nice…Jason’s identical twin. I met him last night.” I wriggle my brows, and he sits to attention.

“Really?” Leon drawls and raises an inquiring brow, silently waiting for me to elaborate.

“Identical.” I repeat and fan myself. His laugh is deep and throaty. I tell Leon about the brief encounter, the misunderstanding, the drinks and the secret codes.

“You think all that nodding and winking was some sort of tag team code for twins?” he asks.

“It wasn’t so much nodding and winking. It was more subtle and much more intense. The sexual tension between us was like a physical thing sitting at the table. It might as well have been a fourth person it was so obvious.”

“If you are accepting applications for a fourth person, baby girl, you better include me in the tag team of a lifetime.” He fixes me with a stare that is perfect mix of playful and absolutely serious.

I cough and splutter, my tea spraying far and wide. “Leon, it’s a fantasy!” I gasp and shake my head as the delicious images of such a fantasy bombard me. “I just got a little carried away last night. I think I was still high on endorphins from the rope play. It’s just a fantasy…and fantasy is very different from reality.”

“Not for people like us, baby girl.” He winks.

“People like us?”

“Card carrying members of the Club.” He waggles his brow conspiratorially. My phone buzzes in my back pocket interrupting my full on chuckle. “A fair point.” My smile fades when I get a message flash up from a number I don’t recognise. I swipe the screen to reveal the full text.

Hello Sam, It’s Peitra please don’t press delete, I want to apologise. It’s my last day as an intern at Stone Enterprises. I haven’t applied for a full-time position here. I doubt I would get offered a place if I did. I don’t deserve to work here after the appalling way I behaved. I am utterly ashamed of how I spoke to you and how I went after Jason when I knew full well he had a girlfriend. I can’t imagine what you think of me. Actually, I can, and I deserve it. But I wanted to say sorry and maybe take you for lunch today as way of apology. It isn’t nearly enough, but since I am going away for a few months tomorrow it is the least I can do. Please let me do this. As one of Sofia’s best friends it is likely we will see each other at some point in the future, and I would like this opportunity to clear the air. If you are free, there is a new place opened just off Piccadilly called The Alpha Bar. I’ve heard the food is good. I have made a reservation for one o’clock. If you don’t come, I completely understand, and again, I am truly sorry. xP

I had read the message several times when in a huff of frustration Leon snatches the phone from my hand and reads it himself.

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