AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter Twelve
Sierra
Monday morning rolled around far too soon.
After spending what felt like an eternity sleeping in Levi’s bed, she’d been plied with water and a light meal before her Doms bundled her into warm clothing and left Levi to his work.
The cold had shocked her awake long enough to function like a human being for a couple hours and recognize the aches that came with a thorough, rigorous scene before her body insisted on more rest.
When she woke again, Mack was spooned behind her and Liam was just sliding out of bed, his naked ass the first thing she saw.
“Go back to sleep, minx,” he whispered when she mewled softly. “Early morning deliveries need my attention.” He turned, set his fists in the empty spot where he’d slept, and kissed her. “Mack will bring you to the restaurant for lunch, and Jonah takes over from me at five. Movie night?”
She nodded, her eyes drifting shut again. “M’kay.”
“Good girl. Stay at home today, okay? Get lots of rest and drink plenty of water. The other night took too much out of you.”
But it was so much fun…
When she opened her eyes a second time, Liam was no longer there, and the empty space beside her was cold. Their brief interlude seemed like a dream, hazy in the pre-dawn blackness.
Now there was sunlight playing peek-a-boo with the curtains, and a substantial example of morning wood snuggling in the crack of her ass.
Easing out from under the arm draped over her hip, she crept to the bathroom and began her normal morning ritual—washing, brushing her teeth, attacking the tangled red mop on her head.
Mack had rolled to his back when she returned, the duvet tenting over his crotch. He was adorable really, with his tussled hair and face set in such peaceful lines he resembled an angelic choirboy.
As quietly as she could, Sierra dressed and left him sleeping. She felt strangely refreshed, and if she lounged around in bed waiting for him to wake up, she’d fall back asleep, feel terrible forit, and waste a good portion of the day when she had stuffies to organize and repair.
In the hallway, she slipped into her winter jacket and boots, then made her way to the kitchen for two bananas and a protein bar. As an afterthought, she snagged a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
Fortified and ready for the day, she remembered to leave Mack a note before walking out of the cabin and standing on the porch, breathing deep of the cold air. Refreshed might not be the word she was looking for;lighterwas more apt.
The patches of blue scattered amongst the clouds were hopeful instead of foreboding. The cold air energized her instead of draining her spirits.
It was weird, but she felt as though the world was on her side for once.
Following the path from the cabin, she headed for the Nursery. Gravel scrunched loudly under her feet, so she tried her best to bounce instead of step. After all, for most people here, Monday morning wasn’t actuallyMonday morning, but an extension of the weekend.
She was almost skipping when she reached the Nursery. Pushing through the doors into the warmth was delightful, and she tugged off her jacket as she hurried through the play areas to the Sanctuary.
The place was empty, the Dom or Domme assigned on monitor duty not yet arrived, so she took a moment just to stare at the beautiful gift she’d been given.
While she itched to get to work, pride reared its ugly head and told her to display the stuffies she’d already fixed where they could be seen and loved, and find someone to go home with at the end of the day.
Humming happily under her breath, she tried the door and found it open. She ran her hand down the wall to find the lightswitch, and that lovely soft illumination brought her dream to life.
There was a note on the counter, along with a set of keys and a folded square of material. An apron, she discovered as she shook it out, with a wide pocket across the front separated into different compartments; it even hadSierra’s Stuffie Sanctuaryembroidered with a row of patchwork teddy bears over the front.
The note simply read:We hope you have many happy hours here, Sierra. Enjoy! Love Callie, Elias, and Evander.It was obviously Callie’s idea as the handwriting was too pretty to be masculine, and there were tiny hearts dotting thei’s.
Never in a million years did she think she and Liam would find the same kind of family they had in Avalon, but apparently miracles happened. She wished they could all come together, Phoenix and Denver, and see how special they all were reflected in each other.
With a little squeal, she danced on the spot.
Pulling the apron string over her head, she smoothed the cotton down and tied the thin ribbons behind her. A flash of Saturday night struck her low in the belly, the feel of the ropes hugging her tight in so many places, knots rubbing gently against her skin.
Shaking off the dash of wetness in her panties, she set her hands on her hips and regarded her own slice of heaven. Stuffies first, setting up her machines second, and then creating magic for the rest of the day.
