He supposed that Lisa was the reason he had been able to find the glitch in his game. He had been trying so hard to avoid her - any and all indications of her - that he had shut himself away with his headphones and applied single-minded focus on the game, working until he could no longer see straight. It was the only way he could fall into bed and sleep without thinking of her and how she felt crushed against him. The desire to have her hadn’t dimmed, but his body had been too tired to react to the thoughts of her that would inevitably snake their way into his mind at the most unlikely times. Not only had he exhausted his body in an attempt to drive the lust away, but he had starved himself of anything to do with her. He wore his noise-canceling headphones all the time when he was in his apartment and he always checked the hallway through his peephole before venturing out so as to minimize any chance of an accidental sighting of her. It was all in the name of self-preservation be
Mason knew that there were a lot of Doms out there who thought it gave them carte blanche to abuse their subs, which completely eroded the relationship. If the sub couldn’t trust the Dom, then it could never be fulfilling for either of them. He did not want NewGRL549 to end up with someone like that and, in his mind, if he couldn’t have Lisa, then NewGRL549 was a good alternative. It was hard enough to find a suitable sub, one that he was able to gel with, without trying to initiate a complete newbie like Lisa. He would need to explain his past, his aversion to touch, and what it meant to be in a D/s relationship, all of which could make her run away screaming. No, someone like NewGRL549 who was already interested in the lifestyle was a much better choice for him; however, his heart yearned for Sweet Lisa. He logged on to his computer and navigated to the chat room, signing in and taking his place at the virtual bar. It was the same old scene with the same old avatars and if
Lisa leaned back in her chair and stared at the screen. It was one of the things that she had been worried about, that this yearning inside of her to be submissive was somehow a fault. Society was all about girl power and being a strong woman, which she was in her day-to-day life, but there was something missing, and that something was someone to take control, to take care of her. It was an almost physical pain she felt when she thought of just melting into someone and letting them carry the weight for a while. Sure, it warred with her independent-woman ideology, but she couldn’t deny the truth of it. NewGRL549: So what does a healthy D/s relationship look like? But more to the point, what kind of D/s relationship are you looking for? DomMPF: I don’t want a slave. I don’t want someone meek and timid, but I don’t want a brat either. I don’t like to punish, I don’t like inflicting pain. I will spank if necessary because it is important that a sub knows her boundaries, but I ta
She liked that about him, that he seemed to take her safety and state of mind into consideration. She also liked that he had suggested a third party to facilitate their meeting. If nothing else, it would be good research for a future book. She went to bed surprisingly excited for the coming week. Again she dreamed of DomMPF and again he had Mason’s face. She refused to analyze that too closely, it was just her brain making random connections. That was her story and she was sticking to it.Lisa heard a commotion outside her door and she peered through the peephole to find out what was going on. She caught a glimpse of Cassie and Becky before there was a sudden knock on her door which caused her to jump back in fright. Smoothing her dress and taking a moment to calm herself, she opened the door and looked out expectantly. “Oh, you are here,” Becky said with a grin. “Mason said he didn’t think you were home,” added Cassie. “I did go out earlier,” Lisa lied, not wantin
He looked at her lips and she wondered if he was remembering the kiss, if he was hoping to repeat it. “We’re all here, Mason,” one of the men called, Lisa wasn’t sure which one. “So let’s get this party started.” His eyes flashed regret for a second and then he turned and smiled at his friends. It was a genuine smile, but something was off with it. If Lisa had to guess, she would say he wasn’t exactly keen to have his entire group of friends here but he would never turn them away either. With a sigh, he moved away from her and into the middle of the room. Lisa followed him and found a place on the large leather corner suite that dominated the space.Mason swallowed down his anxiety and forced himself to look at each of his friends. He knew they were here to support him, but showing them this game was nerve-wracking all the same. It always was. It didn’t matter that these guys had played every single game he had ever designed. Mason still waited for the day they would call hi
“I liked it, a lot. First-person shooter games can get a bit boring, but you’ve got enough story in there to keep the player interested. The character arc surprised me. You don’t normally see that in a game like this. How does it end, though? Like if you get all the bad guys and manage to evade the police?” Mason looked back at the screen to watch the current player get taken out by one of the criminals he’d been pursuing. “He doesn’t,” Mason said. “He doesn’t?” Mason looked back at Lisa. “The guy doesn’t win, he can’t. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he does it anyway because he just has this need inside him for revenge. But he also knows he has to die, if not at the hands of the murderers he’s after, then by the police. His ultimate goal is to join his wife in death, but he wants to take as many bad guys with him along the way.” “Suicide by police?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged. “It seemed appropriate.” Lisa turned back to the screen as someone els
Lisa didn’t quite know what the crisis was, but they did and they were there for him. She sat as still as she could, her hip and thigh warmed by their contact with Mason’s. She had no intention of moving until she knew he was back to normal and thought of it as her silent support of whatever was going on in his head. The party went on around them, the other men kept up a steady stream of chatter despite their obvious concern for Mason, and she gathered that this was a practiced move. They gave the atmosphere a sense of normalcy while Mason battled his demons silently. “Lunch is ready,” Becky called and she felt the moment Mason returned to himself completely. He seemed to shake himself free of whatever had held him captive and he made eye contact with each of his friends, a silent communication that only they understood and then finally her turned to her. He bowed his head and rested it on her shoulder, breathing in deeply. “Thank you,” he whispered and Lisa closed her eyes, rel
Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. What does one wear to go and see the owner of a sex club? Was it like a job interview? Should she wear the one and only business suit she owned or would they be expecting her to be in something more… sex-club-ish? Lisa didn’t own any leather - no leather skirt, no leather pants or shorts, or even a leather jacket - she didn’t think they made anything in her size. Lisa wasn’t all that self-conscious about her size. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t a waif, she was somewhere in the comfortable middle. Her curves were soft, her boobs were a decent D-cup and she had a booty, and none of that mattered when she wore her loose-fitting dresses. She’d had a pair of jeans once upon a time, but her aunt had kicked up such a fuss about them, that she’d never worn them beyond that one time and hadn’t bought another pair since. The closest she came to wearing anything tight-fitting were her leggings, which she always wore with an oversized sweater
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z