V: A Mysterious Dom with a Big Heart

Chapter 8: Coffee in the Rain Part 2

I reluctantly went to my car and peered over to watch him wave before slipping back into the dungeon. I wanted to run back inside, but I knew better than to. I got into my car and turned on the radio, heading back to my small studio apartment.

My apartment wasn't that special. I barely had the money to really decorate it how I had planned to, but it worked. I could live in it and that was what mattered. I went to bed easily that night and had woken up to a text message from him giving me a time and a place to meet him.

It wasn't the dungeon, which was a bit shocking to me, but an address that I didn't recognize. I responded that I would be there at the time he had specified and began to get ready for whatever he may have planned. It was all a mystery to me as to what he could do to me, and the very idea made my adrenaline pump through my veins. I couldn't wait to play, and I wanted to get started as soon as possible.

It had been too long since I had been beneath a Dom's thumb, telling me what to do in the most exquisite ways possible. Writhing and moaning with an abundance of pain and pleasure, as they mixed in duality.

The last one had ended on a bad note, and it had taken me some time to even contemplate getting back into it. He had broken my heart because I had fallen in love with him. I hadn't known what to do when I had lost him, and it had been scary to relearn my life and how to be someone without him. To get used to the loss of the weight of the collar that had been around my neck for so long.

But I survived and now I had V, a kind man who seemed to know what he was doing. I had watched him play in a video between the time I had met him online and the time I had met him in person. His style was unlike anyone I had seen or been with. It was this balance between rough and soft. This perfect dance of romance and darkness. There was just something about him that was so intriguing and alluring.

I took my time, undressing and taking a bath to relax. I tried to center myself by putting my earbuds into my ears to listen to some calming music while I soaked in the bubbly warm water. I moved my toes through the waves and focused on the feeling of the liquid passing between my toes. How it danced around my feet and how the smooth porcelain of the tub felt against the soles of my feet. I focused on how the air felt chilled against my n*****s as they rose from the warm water to kiss the air and how they puckered into peaks. I curled my toes and thought about his hands running down my arms and back, taking his time working out each of the knots. I hadn't noticed that they had taken up a home beneath my skin until he had begun to massage each one.

I sighed and sank beneath the warm water, letting it crash over me in bubbly waves like the ocean that I missed so much. My parents had kicked me out years ago. I had couch surfed for god knows how long before I landed the gallery gig. It had come as a surprise for me, but I never stopped being thankful for it. Tons of people dreamed to do what they loved for a living. I was one of those lucky people that actually got to do what they were passionate about.

I hurried up and slipped on my black bomber jacket, slipping it over an olive-green t-shirt dress and black leggings. I grabbed my brown ankle boots and zipped them up before grabbing my keys and wallet, tossing them into my pockets.

I got into my old beat-up car, that still worked and was my baby. I had had her for ages, and I would never trade her for anything else in the world. She was a pure classic. It took a few turns to start her, but she eventually sputtered to life. I gently smacked the steering wheel and ran my hand along it to congratulate her for working again. Seems silly, but she was a part of me.