The semester was quickly drawing to a close, and Sara was starting to worry about where Chris had vanished to. She never had the presence of mind to ask for his cell phone number, and she only knew where he lived. Since she knew that Mr. Pearce lived in the same building, she couldn’t bring herself to go back there. It was close to Thanksgiving now and Sara needed to move on.
Sara could hear her phone ringing in her bedroom. Running to it, Sara let her hopes rise that the caller could possibly be Chris. Her spirits feel when she saw that it was her sister calling instead.
“Hey, sis, whatcha need?” Sara answered a little more cheerful that she had intended. Bryn was a pain in the rear, but Sara loved her dearly and was glad that someone from home was calling. There was no response on the other end, just sobbing.
“What’s wrong, Bryn?” Sara asked a little more forceful this time. Bryn stopped crying long enough to say, “I can’t do this anymore, kid. Mom’s hurt. The big door in the barn came off its track and hit mom in the head. She’s banged up pretty good and has to stay in the hospital for a few days. I can’t do all these chores alone. I need help…I need you, Sara. Please come home.” Sara’s eyes glazed over as the words that her sister said sank in. Mom’s hurt. Playtime is over. Time to go home.
Epilogue
Chris’ body hurt in places he didn’t even know existed. How in the hell did he end up like this? Not less than two months ago, he shared an intimate night with an extremely responsive chestnut-haired siren. Whether or not she would continue as a submissive was up for debate. Hell, he had to call Dominic down to give him a hand that night. But Sara was so perfect, so sweet. He really wanted to see if maybe they could pursue their relationship further.
Then it happened. His world started to crumble. The walls that he had carefully resurrected around himself after he left his home in Dallas were bashed down with a wrecking ball. He had to go home and help his father. He didn’t know that he would be gone so long, or that he would have to spend a stint in jail to accomplish his goal. Or that his body would be this beaten down again.
By the time Chris got back to Colorado, it was the dead of winter. The snow was already a foot deep in some areas and classes had long since ended for the semester. Chris was sure that he had flunked all of his classes, but he was sure that after a visit with Dominic and the Dean of Students, he could talk his way back into school.
Chris was surprised that there were no letters, no notes, no nothing from Sara. He knew that she wouldn’t call him; he realized too late that they had not exchanged phone numbers. Chris was sure that Sara would have assumed that he had left her without a second thought. She didn’t know how desirable she was to him. She didn’t know how much control she actually had over Chris for weeks as he tried to work his way into her life. He had spent countless hours just watching her from the back of the auditorium during their accounting class. He knew that she was a submissive the minute she heard him say “sir” to Dominic the first day of class. That one word had made his cock jump. Chris remembered Sara breathing out that very word, stroking her to orgasm, and then her body flying apart for him.
But now, he stood in the entryway of her apartment building. Chris had sent Dominic to get Sara’s car from the school parking lot, the morning after he had to fly out to Dallas. Dominic said that he saw her address on some mail that was sitting on her front seat. Chris knew where she lived, but he didn’t know if she had wanted to see him. Pounding on the door to her apartment, Chris heard the door to the adjacent apartment open up.
“Would you knock it off, asshole! No one lives there,” a withered old lady said to Chris as she flicked the ash from her cigarette on the floor.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where she moved do you?” Chris asked.
“I know she didn’t stay in Colorado. She said that she needed to get out of here quickly and asked if I would sell her crappy furniture for her. She packed her bags and left pretty much the same day. Didn’t get much for her shit, but I did pocket a few bucks. She did leave behind some crap that I couldn’t sell if you want it,” she said as cigarette smoke billowed out her mouth and nose. The woman walked in to her apartment, coming back out with a shoe box. She handed it to Chris and then slammed the door in his face.
Chris’ heart sank. She was gone. Did she leave because of me? Did she really not want to submit to someone? Did she think that I left her? Chris remembered all the times that night that he had said to her that it was just one night. He could kick his own ass for that now. Sara probably thought that she was just a one night stand to him, that it meant nothing to him at all. She really didn’t realize how much he wanted her, needed her, needed to possess her. But he had fucked it all up and was left with a was a shoebox.
Chris opened the lid of the box and his heart fell. Among the trinkets and pictures was the origami note that Chris had made for her, when he left for Dallas that fateful morning. His mind flew back to the images of her gorgeous body draped across his bed and the serene look on her face. She looked like an angel laying there in the dim light. Chris didn’t even get a chance to sleep next to her that night since his dad had called him shortly after she had fallen asleep.
Chris took the box, walking back outside of the apartment complex. He knew that Sara felt something for him too. She had kept his note with other sacred treasures, but just forgot to take them with her. He decided that someday he would return the box to her. But for right now, he decided he better get his shit together before he offered Sara anything more.
Sara and Chris’ story continues in the “Learning to Let Go” Series. Coming soon!
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