Chapter 42 - 42 (1/2)

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

”That was amazing, little sub. Now I want you to go bend over the couch arm, I need to be inside you as soon as possible,” he said giving me a gentle kiss and a push in that direction.

I hurried over and bent over the couch, thrilled that his need for me was so great. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me and to know he wanted to be there just as desperately heightened my arousal as well.

He was just unzipping his pants when his phone rang. With a sound of frustration, he leaned down and looked at the caller ID growling audibly when he read the name on it.

”What, Nina?” he snapped into the phone.

After a few seconds, I saw the look of irritation disappear from his face and was replaced by something else as he hastily began buttoning up his pants again.

”I'll be right there,” he finished and hung up.

I stood up crossing my arms over my chest suddenly feeling very aware of just how naked I was. As he turned away from me toward the window and was suddenly lost in thought for a moment.

”Get dressed,” he told me with a bland tone in his voice.

I walked over and picked up my clothes thankful that I'd had the foresight to neatly stack them so they wouldn't be wrinkled. As I slowly dressed, I kept my eyes on Reed's back as he continued to stare out the window. I was looking for any indication of what was going on and worry began to gnaw at my stomach.

With no answers in sight, I finished picking up my things and getting ready to leave. I realized my pantyhose was still attached to his office chair and decided to go ahead and throw them away knowing they'd have runs in them everywhere. It was almost comical when I thought about writing the makers of the pantyhose and ask them if they could make more durable pantyhose for things like this.

”I guess you better get going, huh?” I commented after I had finished getting everything ready.

I tried hard once more to not sound disappointed when he didn't answer.