The rocking of the subway car was anything but comforting this morning. My bottom was tender, my shoulders ached from over exertion and I was even more tired than the usual Monday morning. Two days had passed and my body still felt the lingering effects from him.
I exit the subway platform, moaning silently in discomfort, and make my way upstream to Madison Ave. My phone rings. Alice, my best friend forever, starts talking the minute I answer.
"I'm in your office with breakfast. I want details. Hurry!" Alice said rapid fire.
"Alice, I'm five minutes away. Hold your horses, lady – and don't touch anything on my desk!" I replied.
As a curator for the Whitney Museum of American Art, I was in the middle of planning an exhibit that may or may not feature a piece from "the" Jasper Whitlock. I know him better as Alice's husband.
"Good morning Peter. You keep letting her into my office and I'm telling Charlotte." I said as I looked sternly then winked at him. Charlotte, his very pregnant and hormonal wife, who was also head of security for the Whitney.
"She bribed me with pastry, Bella. What was I suppose to do?" Peter replied looking all innocent as I made my way to my office.
Gently pushing open the door, I placed my bag on the desk and shrugged out of my coat. "Hello Alice." I said.
"Start at the beginning and don't leave anything out." Alice replied.
"Well, the house, a term I use loosely here, was bigger than any I've ever seen. I looked around as much as I could. I was shown from the car directly to this huge, circular room, downstairs of course," I said, taking a bite of croissant.
"Did you see him?" Alice asked. "Did you sleep with him?!"
"Those really are the only details you want, aren't they? Jasper not doing it for you these days?" I looked at her wide-eyed, acting annoyed .
Alice huffed and I said, "No I didn't sleep with him, but there were activities. Ropes, leather...his hands, his smell, his voice."
"Do you have any idea who it is?" she asked.
"I only know that he's wealthy with a penchant for kink. I didn't see his face, but his voice was all consuming, his touch was exquisite. He was everything I was looking for reentering the community. I want to see him again." I said thoughtfully.
"Good for you Bella. I'm happy that it went well. I was nervous for you, but I know Rose would not set you up with someone less than spectacular. How we didn't know she was a Domme all those years." Alice shook her head. "What's next?"
"You don't say anything to anyone about this - not even to Jasper. He's the biggest gossip in this organization!" I warned her sternly. Pushing a piece of hair behind my ear and letting out a big sigh I said, "And now I wait for him."