I WAKE TO THE SOUND of running water. A shower.
I shift, stretch, then wince. I'm sore. Everywhere. Even in places I wasn't entirely certain I had. The events of yesterday flood back into my head.
I was locked in the bookshop, then rescued. By Iain McCain, the man I was looking for, the Dom I wanted to submit to before I leave. My new job, new opportunities, exciting challenges. All out there, waiting for me. I drag myself into a sitting position, amazed to find I actually can. I may be sore, but I feel wonderful. Invigorated, free. And in need of a wee.
I stumble from the bed and head for the en suite, then veer toward the door to the main living area as I realise Iain is in there showering. Despite our intimacies of last night I’m not minded to pee in front of him. I make my way to th
