My Addiction (Club Desire #2)(26)



She walked naked into her decadently huge bathroom, and in the large mirrors that hung over her double sinks and long vanity she caught sight of the myriad of wonderful red and purpling stripes across her normally too-pale flesh.

A rush of warmth pooled between her thighs as vivid memories of her scene with Master Dex replayed inside her mind. She turned back and forth looking at herself from all angles, appreciating the marks she would be able to carry for the next few weeks to remind her of the best flogging she had ever received.

Some of the flogger’s tails had snaked around her torso, so she had a few small stripes on the sides of her breasts and hips as well as some on her mons. The memory of that wonderful stinging against her sensitive skin make her shiver.

The warmth that filled her overflowed until it caused a smile that she felt to her toes. Kate hugged herself and slowly turned in a circle, appreciating the beautiful design of stripes one more time before she stepped in the shower.

Her phone chirped from the bedroom, and she shook her head as she remembered it was still in her jeans pocket, which was now on top of her dirty clothes in the hamper. She padded back to her room and fished out her phone, curious who would be texting her at nearly midnight on a weeknight.

When the words Master Dex flashed onto her screen, the warmth and the buoyant feeling inside her chest reignited, and she held the phone to her chest like a high school girl who had just received a text from her first crush.

The thought made her laugh, and she gave in to it, letting the sound echo around her bedroom before she returned to the bathroom, sitting on the side of the large stone tub to read her text.

Wanted to make sure you are all right. You were very “relaxed” when I dropped you off.

She laughed at the word relaxed, which, as Master Dex well knew, was an extreme understatement.

Kate typed a text back: Still relaxed, but a bit more aware. :) Hey, don’t you still owe me food? I’m starving, and it’s your fault!

She grinned as she hit SEND.

Rusty ambled into the bathroom and twined around her ankles, wanting attention.

“Hey, little guy. Done eating already?”

He tipped his face up to look at her, pinning her with his golden gaze as he continued to lick his chops.

She leaned over and rubbed the top of his head between his perky orange ears and then scratched under his chin.

He rubbed the side of his chin against her hand, chin-marking her as her phone chirped, alerting her to another text—hopefully a reply from Master Dex.

Rusty stared accusingly at the phone before curling on top of her feet and getting comfortable.

Kate glanced at the display to see Master Dex’s reply:

I’m a man of my word. Any idea what’s open this time of night? I’ll be there in ten minutes.

She scowled as she realized she hadn’t gotten a shower yet. “Damn.” She quickly typed back, Grabbing a shower, can you make it twenty?

Before she could carefully stand and untangle her feet from Rusty’s warm, purring body, her phone chirped again.

Twenty it is.

Kate laid her phone on the counter, took the elastic band out of her hair, tossing it near her phone, and then stepped into her large, natural stone tile shower with the surrounding showerheads. When the glass door was pulled shut behind her, she turned on the taps full blast to send a large flow of water out of the calf-level spout. Within seconds, the water heated, and she pulled the toggle to reroute the water through the multiple showerheads.

At the first surge of spray against her already sensitive skin, she jumped and made a squeaking sound that would have embarrassed her if anyone had been around to hear it.

She kept her showerheads set to the highest setting, so it felt like continuous hard, sharp pricks hitting her from every direction. That setting was great for her neck and shoulders after long work sessions, but after an amazing flogging, it was a bit uncomfortable.

She quickly dialed all the showerheads down to softer levels and then stood beneath the spray with a relieved sigh.

Just below her nape and the back of her right shoulder hurt more than they should at this point, but the rest of the flogging area was only slightly tender, which was normal. She would just have to keep an eye on those two spots. But she wasn’t concerned.

Besides, with as much pleasure as she had wrung out of the entire experience, it was worth a little more lasting pain that usual. At least it was to her.

She smiled and resisted the urge to linger in the shower.

Since Master Dex was already on his way, she quickly washed her hair, rinsing it well, and then soaped her body with her favorite French vanilla shower gel. She normally would have taken time to shave, even though she had shaved this morning knowing she would go to The Dungeon, but right now she wasn’t willing to spare the time.

After she was fully rinsed, she turned off the shower and squeezed the excess water from her long hair before opening the glass door and laughing as Rusty streaked inside to lap at the water still flowing down the drain.

He wouldn’t come near the shower if she opened the door while the water was on, but he loved both the tub and shower after she had turned the water off.

She left him to his fun and hurried to get ready.





Chapter 8


Dex pulled into traffic, glad Kate had given him a good excuse to see her again tonight, both for the case and as her Dom.

She had been pretty far gone earlier, and while she had come back down before he took her home, sometimes subs still experienced sub drop several hours later, so he always liked to follow up with them to make sure they were all right.

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