Chapter Seven
When the phone rang, I was dashing out the door, Cory anxious for her walk, and I anxious to stroll the beach looking for Nathan. For two days I’d found my hand regularly fondling the soft skin of my ass, thinking affectionately of being as utterly submissive as I was that evening. Knowing that I’d face him again soon, I was eager to tell him my secret thoughts. No lies this time.
Answering the phone, it was Betsy’s voice on the other end.
"How’s my emerging femme fatale?" she asked.
I was feeling smug, but not about to tell her what had just happened. It was still too fresh and personal to share with anyone. Least of all a woman that would find some way to use the information against me, even if it was just to tease me.
"I’m doing well," I said.
"And Nathan?"
"Ye
