She looked at him as if she were trying to decide how much to tell him, which told him a lot. “It was not what I expected,” she said, “and I walked away feeling a bit too emotional.” He nodded, although he didn’t really understand. How could he when he didn’t know the context of the meeting? What he did know was that for tonight she needed a friend and he wanted to be that friend. “Come on,” he said, “you can help me with dinner.” She pouted up at him. “You said you were going to cook for me. If I’d known I was going to press-ganged into kitchen duties I would have gone and bought takeout.” He laughed, glad to see a bit of her sass back. “Come and at least talk to me while I cook,” he said. “Surely watching me do all the work would be satisfying for you?” She smiled and stood. “That is exactly what I need.” Mason got her situated on a stool at the kitchen bench and poured her a glass of wine while he pulled ingredients from the fridge. He wasn’t an accomplished cook, but h
The first night that she met Mason, when she had been dragging a black garbage bag full of a dismembered pig after one of her experiments, had kick-started her story brain. He was the perfect anti-hero - dark and brooding and nocturnal. When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration. She let herself into her apartment and sat down to write without any prelimin
The last two days had been torture. Mason had tried to keep his mind on his work, but instead, it had been split between two women - Lisa and NewGRL549. He hadn’t seen Lisa since he’d cooked her dinner, but he had heard her moving about next door, so he knew she was okay. Unfortunately, out of sight did not mean out of mind and he kept replaying their evening together and how it had felt to watch her go from the overwrought mess he’d found her into her usual, alluring self. When he’d seen her on the stairs that night, his overprotective instincts had kicked in and he’d wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms, sit her on his knee, and lay her head on his chest as he comforted her. He’d sensed that she’d needed that, although he didn’t know quite how well she would have taken his advances. Instead, he’d fed her and plied her with wine until she’d regained her spark and when she’d left after dinner, as much as he’d wanted her to stay, he knew he’d helped her feel better.
The wait was excruciating and was messing with her head. All the confidence she’d had slowly melted away with each minute past seven o’clock. He was late. Had he seen her and then turned around and left? Had he changed his mind? Or was this just part of the Dom mind games, a way to put her on edge, to unsettle her? She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, feeling more self-conscious than she had in years. She felt so exposed, and not just because of the skimpy outfit she wore. By agreeing to meet him, by coming to Fetish, Lisa had made herself vulnerable. She’d put herself at his mercy and it chafed against the hard lessons she had been taught. Being vulnerable led to being hurt. Being needy led to being abandoned. Wanting more led to being disappointed. Making a decision, she walked over to the sideboard where she had left her purse and the long coat she’d worn to cover her outfit in the taxi. She couldn’t do this, she had to leave. She would send him an email expl
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes going glassy as she looked up at him. She had witnessed his almost break down when Cassie had touched him unexpectedly and he could sense her guilt for doing the same. Instead of answering her, he kissed her, hard. She yielded under him, her mouth opening, her body softening as he pressed into her. Her easy submission nearly stripped him of his control. This was meant to be dinner and conversation only, to get to know one another, and he had already broken his own rules. But they were rules he’d made before he’d known that it was Sweet Lisa. They were rules he’d made when he was trying to find someone to replace her in his fantasies. Having her there, having it revealed that she had been NewGRL549 all along was like having his fantasies come to life and he struggled to keep himself in check. Reluctantly he released her lips and looked down at her, tracing the contours of her face with his gaze. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy and dark with
Lisa was completely off-kilter. When Mason had walked into the room and saw that it was her, that she was NewGRL549, she had expected… anger, and disappointment. What she hadn’t expected was the kiss, the soft way his eyes had appraised her, and an… almost… joy that it was her. He had probably been expecting some trim, young, beautiful thing and instead, he got her, plain Lisa with her jiggly thighs and soft stomach. Mason poured her some wine and then some for himself and sat back looking at her. “What is it, Lisa?” “What?” she asked, reaching for her wine and taking a sip. “Are you disappointed that I’m DomMPF?” His eyes searched her face intently and she felt like he could see into her very soul. “N-n-no,” she managed, her voice thick. “So why do I get the feeling that you want to run? Is it because you’ve changed your mind about exploring BDSM?” “There’s nothing wrong,” she said. “I don’t want to run.” His nostrils flared and his lips thinned as
He dismissed the waiter and then stood to remove the covers off the various dishes and began to serve her. “Um,” Lisa looked up at him, “shouldn’t I be doing that?” she asked. “Not tonight,” he said as he continued to pile food on her plate. “Tonight we’re just going to talk, to get to know one another and to see if this is really what you want.” She looked up at him, disappointment zipping through her unexpectedly. They were only going to talk? But, she wanted more.Mason looked down into Lisa’s eyes and saw the need there and it made his gut clench and the Dom in him rise up and want to give her everything she needed. He leaned down, completely unable to stop himself, and kissed that sweet mouth, taking his time, learning the shape of it and the softness of it. “Sweet Lisa,” he murmured against her lips, “there are so many things I want to do with you, but we need to take this slow.” He looked into her eyes waiting for her to register his words and to unders
She struggled a moment more before realizing that she couldn’t get away, that he wouldn’t let her go and she once again slumped against him in defeat. He resumed stroking her hair, waiting for her to speak. “I feel so… inadequate.” His hand stilled from its stroking and moved to cup her face so that he could tilt it up to him. He brushed her lip with his thumb and then with his lips, lightly. “There is nothing inadequate about you,” he said, and she stiffened in his arms as she misinterpreted his words. He tightened his arm across her lap, his hand holding her hip in place, digging into the soft flesh so she couldn’t get away from him. “Lisa,” he said sternly, “look at me.” She lifted her gaze to him and he saw a spark of defiance there that made him smile. “You are not inadequate. You are smart and talented and beautiful.” “I’m fat and plain and boring.” With a growl, he kissed the words off her mouth. He kissed her hard, his mouth crushing hers. He tightened his
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