Chapter Thirteen
Now Again
Devon was gorgeous: young, fit, and very good-looking.
He was also very black.
Unlike young Spencer, my first dip into ebony waters, so to speak, I knew from the start that there would be no way I would be in the driving seat this time.
Devon was not only a client, you see, but an extremely wealthy and dominant young man into the bargain.
This excited me and, with a thoroughly cowed and obedient man at home – a man who had once been my husband and was now, though we remained married still, my legal guardian and an adult for whom I had sole responsibility just as if I were his parent and he my child – it felt good to experience the other end of the extreme for once and allow myself to be led by a real man.
We had met for a few drinks in a local Wetherspoon’
