Arriving home that afternoon…
“I hear that you did well,” Justin declared as em walked through the door.
“Thank you, sir. You did see the video?”
“There wasn’t one,” he replied.
“Oh, I was sure there would be after the other time.”
“Unnecessary,” he assured her. “I was certain of your response, and my Dom friend has confirmed it.”
“And Dylan Kincaid?” she asked.
“He was there?”
“Yes. I assumed you knew.”
“No. But it’s not surprising, my circle of friends are close.” He turned away from her, leading her into the living room, asking, “So, how are you now?”
“I’m mellow, sir… giddy almost floating.” Her heart did sing, and her body had never been more at one with everything else about her.
“I’m glad of that, em. Come, we need to talk, now’s the perfect time to discuss important m
