Her Savior/Her Doms

Don't Let Her Go Pt.2

I told them about the question he had asked — the real one, the one that had made me go still inside — and about my answer, and about what it had cost me to give it. By the time I finished, the city outside the windows had softened into a blur of lights, and the limousine was very quiet. Not the uncomfortable kind of quiet — the kind that means everyone in the room is holding something carefully, turning it over, making sure they understand the shape of it before they speak.

Then Jessie spoke, and her voice was softer than I had ever heard it. “I have to tell you something,” she said. She was looking at me with an expression I had never quite seen on her before — something between longing and generosity, the two feelings sitting side by side in a way that only very good people can manage, people who have learned to love without keeping score. “I have wanted one or both of them for longer than I am going to admit out loud.” She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh that did not quite reach her eyes. “I used to come to that club and tell myself I was just going for the atmosphere, just going to be out, just going because Sammie wanted to. But honestly?” She paused. “I was hoping. Every single time, I was hoping that one of them would look up and notice me.” Her voice did not break, but it came close. “They never did. Not once. Not even close.”

She looked down at her hands for a moment. “And I told myself it was fine. That I was fine. That it was not about me, that they just had a type, that it was nothing personal.” She looked back up at me. “But it felt personal. It always feels personal, even when you know it is not.”

The limousine hummed quietly around us. I reached for her hand and held it, and she let me, and for a moment neither of us said anything. “Jessie,” I started, but she shook her head gently and squeezed my fingers before I could finish, the way she always did when she knew I was about to apologize for something that was not my fault.

“Do not,” she said firmly, but kindly. “Do not apologize. You did not do anything wrong. You walked into a room, and someone finally saw you, and that is not something you should be sorry for. And the fact that Leo knew just from seeing you from across the room, well, that means it was meant to be.” She took a breath, steadying herself, and when she looked at me again, her eyes were clear and certain. “I need to ask you something instead.” She held my gaze. “Are you going to take the deal with them?"

I looked at her for a long moment. Outside, the city moved past in silence. I thought about Leo’s voice across the table, unhurried and certain. I thought about Jake’s reply — Don’t let her go — sent from a city I had never been to, about a woman he had never met, with a conviction that should have frightened me and somehow did not. I thought about how easy it was to be with Leo and how comfortable it was to spend time with him. I thought about what it had felt like to sit in that rooftop restaurant and simply be present, without performing, without bracing for the moment when the other shoe would drop. “I think I might,” I said quietly. “I think I actually might.”

Jessie was silent for just a breath. And then her face broke open into something so warm and so completely unguarded that it made my chest ache in the best possible way — the way it aches when you realize someone loves you enough to want the thing for you that they wanted for themselves. She pulled me into a hug, the kind that does not leave room for distance or doubt, the kind that says I mean this without needing words to say it. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were bright, and she was smiling the realest smile I had seen from her all night. “Good,” she whispered. “I hope you do.” She squeezed both my hands in hers. “I really, really hope you do. And I want updates!”

Meanwhile, Sammy is just grinning like the Cheshire cat! She tells me she knew I would be who they were looking for because she is the sub of their Dungeon Master, and he was telling her what they wanted in a full-time submissive. By the time they drop me off, I am so tired and can’t even think straight, so I just don’t think about it anymore.

Master Leo sends me a Goodnight text, and I send him a bed emoji and say Goodnight. I take a long hot shower, and then I put leave-in conditioner in my hair and brush it out so that tomorrow it won’t be a rat's nest! I then put on my lotion, my silk PJ shorts, and a tank top.

I pull the covers down and then remember that I was drinking, so I go to get a glass of water and down it. I refill the cup and place it near my bed with two pain tablets, just in case I need them in the morning. I climb into bed, and just as I was getting comfortable, my damn doorbell rings! UGH! WHO THE HELL IS IT NOW! I go look through the peephole and see two men with their backs to me, but one of them looks suspiciously like Leo, and the other I have never seen before.