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She’s been handcuffed in bed for the last twenty minutes as I send a couple different emails. She’s given me complete control in the bedroom, which for Anisten is a big give. We aren’t twenty-four-seven Dom/sub but when my inner Dom surfaces during our daily interactions, she typically does what I ask of her. It means more because with each “suggestion” she follows, she chooses to obey me, though it’s not our agreement.

“Wanna come fuck me now?” she asks, and sure enough, we both get off on her being a brat at times.

“That mouth, Heaven, will get your pretty ass spanked,” I warn.

“Promise?”

Our first night together she told me spanking was a hard no, but now we’ve surpassed that, adding flogging and caning, too. But she’s been adventurous, trying most things at least once. Now caning is one of her favorite ways we play together.

“Oh, baby girl, maybe I should withhold an orgasm from you, just to make you understand who is in control here. And, I’ll make you take my cum and watch me get off, as you have to wait.”

She pouts. Never thought I’d get off on a woman glaring like the educated and sophisticated Anisten Atkins. Still, she’s like no other woman I’ve known in my life.

“Ah, baby, I’m finding you’re the exception to my rules.”

She giggles at my answer and lets herself go. We may never engage in age play, but she lets her inner kid come out with me when she gets her way. Goddamn, I love this girl.

* * *

Anisten wanted time away from the club to spend time with Laura and Dean Jenkins. And because I love taking her out on the town, her beautiful body near mine, in public, it’s not a hard sell. We’re at Alinea, one of my favorite restaurants in all of Chicago.

She’s in a stunning Tom Ford evening gown, a flamingo pink color, and her hair is pulled back in what she calls a French bun.

None of us are driving or playing at the club tonight, and we take full advantage of the aged wines they keep on site.

“Are you ready to order yet, Heaven?” I ask, finishing the third bottle we’ve been sharing between the four of us.

“Nah, who needs food when the wine is so good,” Laura teases, giving Anisten a wink.

“And my sweet Princess,” Dean begins, “this is precisely why we need to order.” We all laugh at Laura and Dean’s interaction. I flag down a waiter, and he takes our order, bringing us another bottle of wine until our first course arrives.

Anisten is closest with Lars outside the club, but she's also connected with Laura. "So," Anisten starts, peering over the table at them, "how did you two meet?"

"It's boring. Nothing too exciting to tell you the truth.” Laura pauses as she takes a sip of her wine. "Dean and I were dating the same girl."

Anisten almost spits out her drink. "Shit, Laura, boring and nothing exciting are not the words I'd use. There's got to be more to the story."

"I'm bisexual and met who I thought was the love of my life. She was honest with me; she was dating a man, and I met Dean one night as he picked her up. I was leaving, and I wanted to punch his pretty face. He was older and established in his career, and I hated him until we ran into one another at a coffee shop. He offered to buy me a drink and said that even though we were dating she who won't be named, we didn't have to be mortal enemies. Then we started to have standing coffee dates twice a week. And when we found out the bitch was cheating on us both, we admitted we liked one another better than her."

Dean leans over and tips her line of sight to his. "Fuck, I love our story, Princess."

"I know, me, too!" she says to her husband as though she has stars in her eyes. Turning back to me, she starts again. "Anyway, Dean and I came from nothing. He was twenty-five, and I was twenty. We both had a love for video games and degrees in computer science. We wanted to create a new social media platform for video games, and we named it Vortex. From there, the business grew in a matter of a year, with a media outlet and a tv network, and now stores in most major cities. And to think, it all came to pass because we dated the same girl."

"Fuck, can you two be any cuter?" Anisten teases.

"I'm sure we could be. But we're pretty fucking awesome together, aren't we, baby?"

"Fucking awesome, Princess. You took the words out of my mouth."

The smile on Anisten's face fades.

“Ah, shit,” Anisten swears under her breath. “Fuck, don’t look now but...”

“Anisten Atkins, I thought that was you.” I vaguely recognize the fat fuck in front of us, who has Ani squeezing my thigh so hard underneath the table. There must be a reason.

“Good evening, Jeff.” Her tone is cold and I know Anisten doesn’t truly wish this man’s evening is good.

“Well, aren’t you devoted to your work, Anisten? A business dinner, on a Saturday, with your client?”

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