Chapter Six
KC moved on me—hands on, deliberate and often harsh. Capricious and unexpected his appearances could not be clocked, but they were all heart-pounding moments of intense joy. He called, checking up on me during the day to make sure I was keeping promises to myself. He ordered me to the theatre some evenings, for the same reason. Usually then, we wound up in bed, and often not before he gave me vigorous spankings just for the hell of it, or because it simply pleased him to whack my behind and make it burn. It didn’t matter what he did for me, my arousal hit regular peaks of exhilaration, and I kept wanting more.
Like Rossi, however, he made up the rules and I followed along. I didn’t argue. Unlike Rossi, KC didn’t seem to need my total subjugation to his command. All he wanted
