I was in the same spot as I had been all the other times before this. All of the Service Tops would tend to my wounds and then leave. Just like Colt did. His words were harsh to me, though I shouldn’t be surprised. He was the Master Dom of Seven. Of course, it was up to him if he ever decided to see me again.

I longed to build a connected relationship with a Dom, but I was growing used to this part of the play sessions; the abandonment part. Aches, deep in my soul, had been growing for some time now.

“No man will want her once they know what happened to her.”

My mother’s faded voice rang out in my head. She and my father urged me to keep our family’s filthy secret just that…a secret.

“Never tell anyone what happened, Leda. You’ll never meet a nice young man if anyone finds out. Nice young men and their families don’t want damaged goods, sweetheart.”

I must give off some sort of vibe that I’m damaged. Ray knew it, and I’m pretty sure Colt knows it. I will always only be good enough for scene play. Nothing more.

Sighing, I stood up, gathered my purse and headed to the parking lot. Shit, it was really dark out, and the fog was settling in. It wasn’t as though I was afraid of some unsavory character lurking out there, I simply feared the woods.

I hung out in the lobby and pretended to be looking for something in my purse while two Doms were checking out at the front desk. They seemed safe to walk outside with. As they walked away from the counter, I pretended that I found what I was looking for and started to walk out ahead of them. My shoulder hit the doorframe, and I dropped my keys. I bent down to pick them up, and the heavy door to Seven smacked into me, pushing me forward and onto my knees.

“Whoops, you okay?” one of the Doms asked as he rushed over and pushed the door off my legs.

“Yes, thank you,” I said and started to stand.

They walked out with me and made polite conversation.

“Did you have a scene here tonight?”

“Yes, with Colt.”

Both men slowed their pace and looked at one another then back at me.

“You scened with Colt Grantham?”

“Yes.”

One of the guys hollered over to the valet attendant and asked if Colt had left yet. The attendant confirmed that Colt was already gone. The men looked at one another and then back at me. It was getting awkward, and I decided to shove off before their cars appeared. If they left before I got to my car, then I’d be left alone to face the woods.

“Goodnight,” I politely said and turned toward the fog ridden parking lot and stopped.

“Hey, we’ll see you out to your car,” one of the Doms said as they fell into step with me.

“So, how did you enjoy your scene with Colt?”

“I really liked it.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling okay to drive?”

“Of course. I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

I pointed to my car and unlocked it with my fob. I thanked them for walking me to my car and got in. As they walked toward their waiting cars in the valet section, I heard their words crystal clear.

“Fucking amazing. Colt didn’t break that one tonight.”

I frowned.

“It’s because I’m already broken,” I said in the safety of my car.

I began my long journey home and processed the evening on the way.

* * *

Since my first scene with Colt, I had gone through a plethora of feelings. I had gone from extremely high, to extremely low.

Chastity and Wade had been keeping a close eye on me, which started making me feel like I lived at home again and in some protective bubble.

Why had the scene with Colt been so much different than other scenes I've done? I had never been affected by a scene like I had with Colt.

Though I’ve had plenty of spanking scenes, this was just so different.

He was different.

The drop though was harder to digest. I’ve had some sub-drop before, or maybe it was just what I had thought was drop. But what I experienced over the last couple of days, was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I missed his firm grip and warm eyes. I missed the intensity he played with and how easily he controlled everything from the moment we stepped foot in the room. I missed him.

I had already gone through the disheartening thoughts that Colt might not want to continue initiating me, just like Ray. They both had completed a scene with me, though Colt’s was so much more fulfilling than the scene with Ray. Ray had seemed to be testing the waters with me, whereas Colt just seemed to know exactly how to navigate the waters.

Standing in front of the mirror, I examined my blotchy, red skin that my hot shower created. Moments ago, I had allowed myself to get lost in my vivid imagination and create mental images of Colt. I imagined him wrapping his firm hand around my neck as he fucked me, and gripping my hair tightly in his hands as I sucked on him.

I conjured up these images in my head as I rubbed my clit furiously. I had planned on just going to the edge and then stop, but the feeling washed over me so rapidly, and I came. Almost in the same heartbeat, all those images in my head vanished, and again I was left with sticky fingers.

“Dammit,” I said under my breath.

I pounded on my thigh with my fist, stormed into my bathroom, and pushed the faucet all the way over to where it lined up perfectly with the “H” that was etched onto the stainless steel.

While I waited for the water to heat, a distant memory crept into my head…

“Oh! Wait! Stop! It feels really weird…I think something is really wrong,” I said and tried to break free of the rope he had tied me to a tree with.

He was laughing at me and continued moving his hand.

“Give it a moment, Leda.”

I felt weird. Really weird. Then I felt a throb between my legs, and I tried to jerk my body away from his hand.

“No, I think something is wrong!”

I couldn’t see him; he had blindfolded me.

“Leda!” His hand slapped my face, and I lowered my head to protect it. “Be still!”

Suddenly, the pressure I felt between my legs went away, and I shook as he laughed.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it, Leda?”

I didn’t understand what had happened. Then he said something that really scared me.

“That was your body’s way of telling me that you like what I do to you. You can run and resist. You can lie to yourself all you want, and you may even believe it. Despite your protests, when you come, I know you like it.”