He moved his foot and leg, stretching and bending them to try and loosen up the joints. He was not sure if he was supposed to, but it felt good and he was living by Dr. Boyer’s words of “if it feels good, do it.”
His leg still throbbed a little as he finally pulled on his shorts then climbed from the bed. He limped slowly to the kitchen, took to a dose of painkillers, before going on the hunt for Mimi. He found her in the dining room, sitting naked at her card table, headset in place, and her fingers flying over the keyboard.
She jumped and screamed when he laid a hand on her shoulder. Turning in her chair, she looked up at him as she pulled off the headset. “You scared me!”
“Sorry. You weren’t in my arms when I woke up,” he said as he stroked his fingers across her naked shoulder then up the side of her neck. She squirmed under his touch but smiled at him.
“You were sleeping so deeply I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said. “So I came out here and got to work. Give me another hour and I’ll be finished for the day.”
“Okay. Oh, Kelly called a few minutes ago. She’ll be flying in tonight,” he said.
Mimi remained silent for a moment. “I guess that means you’ll be giving me back my clothes.”
He wanted to refuse but could not. Instead, he turned and limped away, still feeling out of sorts. “Get back to work.”
* * * *
Kelly looked tired and lost in thought as she walked out of the terminal that evening. She seemed surprised when Chaz met her on the sidewalk and took her suitcase. Mimi looked away and fought back tears when Kelly threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. After loading woman and luggage into the van, he opened the front door for Kelly and then climbed into the back.
“How was your trip?” Mimi asked as she started the van and drove.
“Okay. How’s our boy doing?” Kelly said, obviously not wanting to discuss it with her.
“Boy? I’m older than both of you,” Chaz groused from the backseat.
“Maybe so, but lately you’ve been acting like a child,” Kelly shot back.
Chaz grunted and remained silent, so Mimi brought his roommate up to date on their visits to the doctors and their suggestions, recommendations, and the physical therapy appointment set for the following day. Once she finished informing Kelly that she had left her notes on the counter in the kitchen, she ran out of things to say. The rest of the trip was made in silence.
When they arrived at their house, Kelly said a brusque thank-you before walking into the house, leaving Chaz and Mimi in the driveway. Obviously her mind was on larger issues than seeing Mimi off.
Turning to her Master, Mimi said, “I guess I’ll go on home now.”
Chaz nodded and slid his hands in his pockets as if he were afraid to touch her. “Be safe. I don’t know when I’ll be back at the club, but I’ll call you and we’ll make a date, okay?”
Mimi looked away. “Sure. Okay.”
When he stepped close and wrapped his arms around her, she returned his hug. After brushing a kiss on his cheek, she pulled back, turned, and walked to her car. “Behave yourself or I’ll come back with the duct tape.” Her joking threat fell flat as she said it in a tight, sad voice.
Chaz did not respond. After climbing into her car, she looked back, but he had already gone into the house.
“Well, that was certainly a reassuring good-bye,” she said to herself as she pulled out of the driveway. “It really is time to give up. He’s on his feet, has his roommate back, and all is good. It’s time for you to stop waiting for him to make a decision he never will and get on with your own life.”
Chapter 10
The Friday before Halloween, Mimi opened her front door at dusk to find herself facing the owners of Club Esoteria. They did not look happy. Then she remembered she was wearing an ancient pair of sweats and an oversized T-shirt that were comfortable but hardly appropriate for greeting company.
“Hello,” she said, wondering what was going on.
“Well, don’t you look like shit on two feet,” Taurus said before brushing passed her and walking through the house as if he owned the place. He pulled out his phone and made a call as he disappeared into the kitchen.
She then turned to Jenna, who studied her closely. “Are you all right?”
Mimi nodded, then shrugged, then shook her head. “I don’t know anymore. I feel like I fell into a black hole of depression and can’t find my way out.”
It had been three weeks and three days since she had left Chaz’s house, and except for a text from Kelly thanking her for helping out, she had not spoken to Chaz. He had called three times in the last two days, but she sent them all to voice mail. Messages sat waiting, but she had yet to listen to them. Instead, she had begged her boss for more hours and her life had consisted of work and sleep. She had not left the house in more than a week and could not remember the last time she had eaten.
“That’s why we’re here. You’re coming to the party tonight. Everyone is dressing up as their alter ego. We’ve got some great games planned, and a couple of the Doms have promised a surprise or two as well.”
Mimi began shaking her head even before Jenna finished speaking. “Thanks but I don’t think so. I’d hate to bring the party down, and as I told Taurus last month, I won’t be renewing my membership since he won’t let me cancel it early. It’s too hard to be the girl no one wants to play with. Besides, there’s only one Master I want, and the rest of his life is already spoken for. All he wants is a Friday-night playmate. I love him, but I can’t be just his sex toy anymore.”
“Are you sure that’s all he wants?” Jenna asked, sounding too sympathetic for her reputation as a ball-busting, take-no-prisoners Domme who had not one, but two men loving and serving her.
Mimi looked at the other woman through tear-filled eyes and shrugged again. “How am I supposed to know? He never talked about his life, his dreams, though he listened to all of mine. I lived with him for four days and he still didn’t talk about himself or his life. I have no idea if he and his roommate are more or less than just roommates, but now that I know she exists, I can’t go back to being just his Friday-night fuck buddy.”
Taurus returned at that point and gave Jenna a speaking look before looking at her with a concerned expression. “Girl, when was the last time you ate?”
Mimi’s shoulders lifted once more. “Doesn’t matter. I’m in no danger of starving anytime soon. Now I don’t want to be rude, but—”
“Good, then you won’t mind going and taking a shower,” Taurus cut her off before she could kick them out. That was when Mimi realized she smelled and her skin itched.
Before she could argue, Jenna pulled her to her feet and guided her toward the bathroom. “A long, hot shower will do wonders for your outlook. I’ll look in your closet and see if I can find a costume for you. I know there are a couple extra costumes at the club that you could borrow.”
Having talked enough with Gentry and Antony, Mimi knew the best way to survive this visit was to just relax and roll with the tide. Master Taurus and Mistress Jenna only wanted everyone in their special world to be as happy as they were. It was just too bad that there were not more men out there like Chaz. Men who preferred their women round and full figured.
“You shower, lotion, do your hair, and I’ll see if I can’t find something in your closet.” Jenna pushed her into the bathroom and pulled the door closed.
Knowing she was up against two stronger, immovable personalities, Mimi stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower. She took her time, washing and conditioning her hair, shaving her legs, underarms, and mound, and finally soaping her body up several times until she felt almost human once more. Then she stood under the hot water until it began to go cold. Stepping out of the shower, she dried her body then dried and styled her hair, and took a few moments to smooth lotion all over her body.
Wrapping the damp bath sheet around her body, she took a deep breath for strength. Then she opened the door.<
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The house was strangely silent. “Mistress Jenna? Master Taurus?” she called as she walked through the house. The bedroom was empty, though she saw someone had made her bed and laid out a lacy black teddy she had never seen before. Her shiny, black stilettos sat next to the outfit on one corner of the mattress. There was a note laying on the teddy. Picking it up, she read,
See me at the club for the rest of your sexy kitty costume. Mistress J
“Sexy kitty, huh? I don’t think so,” Mimi said, dropping the note to the floor.
“Would you go as a naughty nurse?” a deep, familiar voice asked softly from the doorway.
Mimi screamed and spun around. Chaz stood there, leaning against the doorjamb. He was dressed in only black jeans and a black cape that fell past his knees. His expression was the Dom-blank she had seen other Masters at the club wear, but never him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Mimi demanded. “Where are Taurus and Jenna?”
Despite her aggressive question, her heart leapt in her chest with excitement and began to beat a touch faster as her pussy dampened and prepared for sex. Seeing him in her home, she realized that she did love this man and nothing she had done over the last weeks had done anything to kill the attraction.
“They had to get back to the club and finish setting up. I’m here because you didn’t answer my calls,” he said easily as he straightened and stepped back, out of the room. “You have five minutes to get dressed and put on whatever makeup you plan to wear tonight. I’d also recommend you put on your long raincoat.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll be traveling across town and walking into the club naked because you sure as hell aren’t wearing that towel.”
She wanted to argue, wanted to close and lock the door, but knew that no matter what she did he would get his way one way or another.
“Fine,” she muttered to herself as she dropped the towel and picked up the black lace teddy. “But just because I’m going to the club doesn’t mean I’m going to play with you.”
Thankfully Chaz did not hear her. She dressed quickly but did not bother with makeup. Reaching into her closet, she found the lightweight duster coat she normally wore to the club during cooler evenings and pulled it on as well, buttoning it from collar to bottom hem.
Walking out of the bedroom three minutes after he’d left her, she was surprised he was not in the living room waiting for her.
“Chaz?” she called softly.
She started when he stepped around the corner from the kitchen. “You have nothing in your kitchen. When was the last time you ate?”
She shrugged in answer, for she honestly did not remember. She had not been hungry, had not been thirsty, had not felt like doing anything but work and sleep for weeks.
He frowned, but she remained silent. She did not have an answer for him and decided it was easiest to keep her mouth shut instead of asking the dozens of questions that flitted across her brain at light speed.
He looked frustrated then blinked, and his expression went blank again. “Get your purse so we can go. We’ll stop for dinner on the way.”
* * * *
Thirty minutes later, Mimi was finishing a Cobb salad at the chicken place not far from her house. The fact that Chaz sat with her and sipped on a glass of iced tea was not lost on her. They were in a public place together. He remained strangely silent, not asking questions, just staring at her as if he could not look away.
She was having the same problem. What she really wanted to do was to walk around the table, crawl into his lap, and beg him to love her and give her another chance in his life. She would try to accept Kelly being part of his life, if he would only talk to her, open up, and share more of himself with her.
Biting her lower lip, she dropped her gaze to the plate in front of her. Instead, she asked the only question that she thought might spark a true conversation instead of just single-syllable answers.
“Did you buy the teddy, or did Jenna have it in her vast arsenal of submissive playwear?” she asked, laying down her fork and pushing the plate to the center of the table.
“I bought it.”
She looked into his eyes and huffed an exasperated breath. “Why?”
His gaze shifted to the door then back again. “Because I thought you would look good in it.”
Knowing she had nothing to lose except the time it would take to walk home, Mimi leaned forward. “What are we doing? Are you planning for us to go back to what we had? Do you honestly think I can continue to be just your Friday-night sex toy? Well, let me tell you something, I can’t do that anymore. It hurt more and more every Friday night when I had to leave you, not knowing if I would see you the next Friday or not and not being able to call and ask you when you would be coming back to the club. I can’t go back to being a prop for your Friday-night sexcapades.”
Chaz met her gaze squarely, his expression unreadable. When she finished, anger warring with sorrow that he would not even discuss this with her, he looked at her plate. “Are you finished eating?”
His question was the last response she expected. “What? Yes, I’m done. Why won’t you answer my questions?”
He slid from the booth and held his hand out for her. She took it and stood, straightening her coat once she was on her feet. “I’ve always had a hard time talking about my emotions. I prefer the ‘show, don’t tell’ school of expressing my feelings. If you can trust me for the next four hours, I think by the end of that time you will understand exactly how I feel about you.”
“Why should I?” she said as he led the way out of the restaurant. She noticed that he was not limping. “How’s your leg?”
“Good. No problems, but it does get a little achy if I’m on my feet for too long. What’s new in your life?” He led her to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door.
Mimi stared at him as if he was a stranger as he helped her into the truck then closed the door. Yes, he had opened car doors before, but she thought she felt a different vibe between them. It was as if he was more relaxed than she remembered, though she was much tenser than she ever had been in his presence.
Then she thought about his words. Could she trust him? Obviously they were going to the club. What was he planning? To put her up for auction to the highest bidder? That had been done just a few months before with resounding success. She took several long, slow, deep breaths as she talked herself into just relaxing and going with whatever he did. She had her safe word, and she felt certain Jenna and Taurus would be close by to monitor their interactions.
“Not much,” she answered after a long minute.
They made the rest of the drive to Club Esoteria in silence. Once Chaz parked in the normal spot far from the front door, he came around, opened her door, and tucked her arm in his as they walked across the parking lot. After checking in at the front desk, Mimi reluctantly handed her shoes and coat over. She then accepted a paper bag from the girl working the front desk that had her name scrawled across the front.
Before she could open it, Chaz took it from her. “Let’s see what you’ve got there,” he said as he opened it.
The first thing he pulled out was a headband with pointy cat ears on it. Handing it to her, he waited until she had set it comfortably on her head before delving back into the bag. Next came elbow-length black gloves with plastic yellow claws glued to the fingertips. The final items were a long, black, fluffy cat tail and one of the club’s small packets of lube. Tossing the bag on the counter, Chaz checked both ends of the tail then grinned mischievously.
“Okay, sexy, turn around and grab the edge of the counter,” he ordered.
Mimi turned and assumed the position. She tensed when one hand slid up the inner thigh of her right leg then grabbed the gusset of the teddy. One sharp tug and the snaps separated.
He pulled her legs farther back and apart so she had to lean her weight on her hands to keep her balance. She sucked a breath and tried to look over her shoulder a
t what he was doing, but still could not see. Other members on their way into the club had stopped and were watching and softly murmuring to one another.
A moment later, he parted the globes of her ass and a cold, wet finger stroked across her puckered star. “Relax,” he ordered as he gently but persistently pressed his finger into her ass.
She tried, but the cold, wet intruder made it difficult. She stiffened and sucked another breath as the finger was removed to be replaced by two. After he added more lube and fucked it into her back hole, he pulled both fingers free.
“Deep breath, sexy,” he said as a blunter-tipped intruder began to enter her.
As she inhaled, he pushed a butt plug into her. It was bigger than she expected, felt even bigger than his cock, though it was probably the same size. She made a small sound as the thickest part of the plug passed through the muscles and then the plug slid home. He patted her ass before making a hole in the back of the teddy and threading the rest of the tail through it before snapping the crotch of the teddy closed again.
“Now that’s a kitty,” a man said as he passed them. “But she needs a collar so no one steals her from you, Chaz.”
Chaz helped her to straighten then stand for a few seconds as the plug shifted and settled deeper in her ass. She gasped and froze when his hand slid between her legs to cup her mound in the palm of his hand.
“Still trust me?” he whispered as he slowly drew his fingers back between her legs, stroking over her clit, the wet entrance to her pussy, and her back hole before pulling it free of her clothes.
“Mmmmmm, uh-huh,” she managed, her skin burning with embarrassment as other club-goers entered the lobby.
“Good girl.” He brushed a kiss on the top of her shoulder. He wrapped his wrist cuffs around her arms over the gloves then added ankle cuffs before taking her hand in his and leading her into the main clubroom. “Come on, sexy kitty, let’s go play.”
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