Page 42 of Love Letters Lost


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“Am I missing somethin’?” It sucked being on the outside of a tight-knit group like this sometimes.

“Nah, just that his wife is also his Domme and has a penchant for punishin’ with her whip. He loves every second of it, most days,” Brody provided.

“Ahhh.” I understood a bit better now.

“A whip?” Genevieve’s gasp directed all eyes to her.

“Don’t worry, he enjoys the pain. It’s a perfect pairing, and all done with love and attention,” Ian assured her.

The group began disbanding and going their own ways. Brody escorted Fancy up the stairs to the club entrance, and I helped Genevieve into the truck Brody lent us.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the club?” I could tell that if I said yes, she would go, but it would be uncomfortable.

“I hate that you got all dressed up, but tonight I’d rather it only be the two of us.” I waggled my eyebrows. “You can put your costume on for me when we get back. I’m sure we can put it to good use.”

She nodded her head. “I can do that.” Her smile lit up the night. “I think it would be better just the two of us.”

“There will be other opportunities to enjoy a club, this one or another. Tonight though, we need to talk as well. About us and where we go from here.”

“Okay.” She tucked the skirt of her dress inside the truck as I closed the door. The drive back to Brody’s was the longest ten minutes of my life. As soon as we arrived, though, we were inside before I could blink.

My hand delved into her hair as my body pushed her against the wall as soon as the door closed. I rubbed my aching cock against her through my jeans and her dress. I wanted nothing more than to tear her filmy dress from her body and take her right there.

I eased back, taking a deep breath and willing my throbbing cock to relax. I couldn’t consciously ravage her until we had ironed out what happened next. Her whimpers about broke the small thread of chivalry I clung to, though.

“Genevieve, we need to talk first.” I stepped back.

“Famous last words to any relationship.” Hurt laced her words.

I tightened the grasp I still had on her hair and tugged. Her eyes roamed everywhere except mine. “Look…At…Me…” I pushed a bit of my dominance into my voice and waited until her eyes met mine to continue. “I am not endin’ this in any way, shape, or form. There are a lot of things we need to agree or not agree on before I take you into that room because once I do, I plan to fuck all thoughts from your head until the sun comes up tomorrow mornin’.”

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