Chapter 13
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I typed angrily, tears blurring my vision. My hands were shaky but it didn’t stop me from being so horny.
What’s wrong with me?!
Mr L: I’m sorry. Let me explain. I wanted to end it because I saw you in real life. I don’t want b**m to mix with my reality. It’s a separate world for me, I like to keep it that way.
Me: What? Where did you see me?
Mr L: I can’t say.
I bit my lip in frustration, not knowing what to think, but then another message popped up. Is this really the end.
Mr L: I lost control yesterday. A dom should not lose control ever, but I did.
Me: What do you mean you lost control last night?
I asked, confused about his whole message.
Mr L: I ejaculated on my pants when you squirted. That cannot happen again.
Mr L: My bad for hurting you.
I admired the way my new master apologized. He’s not like my father who never acknowledged his mistakes, let alone apologized for them. In my eyes, my father’s stoic facade masked a deeper weakness—a reluctance to confront his own demons and instead unload his unhappiness onto his family. He was a weak man!
True strength, I believed, lay in acknowledging one’s vulnerabilities and facing them head-on, rather than hiding behind a farce of control, much like Mr. L and Levi. They were the kind of men I admired.
Levi’s casual “My bad” when we were in Switzerland echoed in my mind as I reread Mr L’s message.
As my thoughts churned, I couldn’t shake the associations with the letter ‘L’ between Mr L and Levi. After all, Levi’s name starts with ‘L’.
Levi, with his aura of dominance and control, seemed too similar to Mr L.
However, Levi was American, his voice devoid of any trace of a British accent. But then, a flicker of memory stirred within me.
Larrie from the team’s pit crew, and the British college student Luca who worked weekends at the coffee shop, all have L starting their name. Could one of them be Mr. L?
Mr L’s claim of seeing me in real life left me reeling with questions. Who was he? And where had he seen me?
As I wondered who his identity was another message popped up.
Mr L: You make me weak Isabella. I can’t have that. I have to punish you for making me weak.
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