Chapter Ten
A week after my public spanking in the black box, I was sitting by the window of my loft drinking wine, letting the tension of the last few weeks drain away—or at least trying to. My biggest project of the year was complete. There was not one earthly thing I could do to improve the outcome. At last, I could relax. KC had been finishing his latest play, and we had been too busy to see each other—though he was never out of my mind. KC missed me, too. He seemed to need the relationship as much as I did and would initiate our times together as much as I did. I knew I loved him. I trusted that he loved me, and assumed we were in a very good place.
Letting myself relax again, my desire for him was stirring in my body—everywhere—warm cunt, itchy ass and especially by brain. I pictu
