When Katrina’s ex,
Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting
to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the
Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for
another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her
bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his
back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional
dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do,
whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges
that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d
ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure
whether he’s back for good.
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Katrina was halfway
through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She
jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the
remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her
bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and
she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the
curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to
ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she
wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way
around.
As it happened, it
wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into
fists.
“What the fuck is he
doing here?”
He was literally the
last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George
Clooney would have been less of a shock.
For there, outside her
house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black.
She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue,
he’d turned up.
Katrina contemplated
ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But
apparently that wasn’t an option.
“I know you’re there,
Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can
see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”
Katrina decided it was
time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey
neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and
flung it open.
“Get in,” she said,
quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor.
“What the hell do you want?”
He held his hands up
in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you
expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you.
Please?”
He adopted the
puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.
“You’ve got five
minutes. Sit down.”
They moved over to the
sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit
next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his
hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.
“Kat, I’m here to say
I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did
and go off with Alicia.”
“She dumped you, has
she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside
her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had
ditched him, then he had another think coming.
“No,” he said firmly,
and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized
that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not
once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what
we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that
what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started
flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something
normal. Like everybody else out there.”
He fixed her with his
soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia
offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t
satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual
ways—”
“Ugh, I don’t want to
hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone
else!”
“Sorry, Kat. Please,
just let me finish?”
When she gave a curt
nod, he carried on speaking.
“Alicia could make me
come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same.
Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had
together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could,
forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where
I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I
needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with
you.”
As a Domme, Katrina
had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry,
happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though,
she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until
the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with
him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love
for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now,
apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She
didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.
She didn’t do any of
those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head
at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat
for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do
you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he
had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never
satisfy him.
*****
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