again.
I watched him as he came, jetting his desire al over his
flat, taut bely, and I came, too, without ever having
touched myself. I coughed on the moist river breeze and
scent of exhaust as pleasure ripped through me. My pussy
spasmed, but I held stil and quiet as the door from the
stairs opened and a laughing couple came out and headed
for their car.
I couldn't duck and couldn't hide, so I pretended to be
talking on my cel phone, leaning casualy against the hood
of a car I didn't own. Orgasm stil rippled through me as I
lifted a hand to wave in response to their casual greeting,
and I thanked the gods of kink I hadn't given in to ful-out
wanking in public.
They didn't even look toward the Manor, but I did. Eric
had falen back into his pilows, his chest rising and faling
and a hand flung over his eyes. I'd already put his number
in my phone, and now I entered a rapid text message.
Very nice.
Half a minute later his head turned toward the nightstand,
and he roled to his side to flip open his phone. He read
the message and looked at the window. He got off the bed
and stood at the window for a few seconds, his hand on
the curtain.
I thought he mouthed 'thank you,' but then he puled the
curtain before I could be sure.
Chapter 22
It had begun.
I'd thought I'd known what it was to crave the discipline of
an anonymous master who understood just what I needed
and how to give it to me. With one short letter, one shorter
text message, I'd become Pink Floyd. Dark side of the
moon. I'd ventured into the unknown.
But was it, realy?
In al my life, what had I craved more than anything?
Control. Of my life, of my emotions. Of whatever situation
I'd found myself in. The need for it was a weight I'd known
a long time without acknowledging. It had been a huge
part of the reason my marriage had ended, and even
admitting it hadn't done much to change me.
Giving up some smal measure of that control had been a
relief. It had lifted the weight for a little while. Made it a
little easier to bear, anyway. Because in the end, what had
I learned but that I didn't want to give it up. I only wanted
to learn how to use it, that desire.
After watching Eric make himself come, I went straight to
my apartment. I sat at my table, desire an unrelenting ache
in my bely. I opened the lid of my satin box and puled out
a sheet of the fine paper. I let it slide through my fingers. I
