Free Her One and Only Dom by Tamsin Baker Page B

want
it.
    “I’m
... so ... sorry ... Patrick ...” Simone sobbed as her man scooped her up with
his huge arms and sat down with her in his lap.
    He
sat with her on the ground, cuddling her, soothing her, and she clung to him,
unable to do anything else against the pain in her chest.
    “ Shh baby, it’ll be all right.”
    He
was wrong, he was so very wrong.
    “No,
no it won’t.”
    She
cried until she couldn’t cry anymore and Patrick continued to hold her.
    “I’d
love to say I don’t need it, but I do, Simone. That’s what I need in a
girlfriend and a Sub, I’ve realized that now. I don’t want one of each anymore.
I want a woman who can be both for me.”
    Simone
nodded and slowly extricated herself from his arms.
She suddenly remembered that she was still in her underwear, and he wore only a
pair of leather pants. It was too intimate and she wrapped her arms around
herself.
    “I
better go, sir ... Patrick.”
    He
let her go slowly, his beautiful and talented hands sliding over her body in an
almost memorizing way.
    “I’ll
drive you home.”
    Simone
raced to her clothes and pulled them on in a hurry. They were cold and itchy
against her heated skin and only served to bring another tear to her eye. She
would never know what it was like to feel like this again. No one excited her
like Patrick did.
    “No,
please, Patrick. I have my car.” She opened the door to his play room and walked
out on unsteady legs.
    Patrick
followed her to the door. “I don’t think I want you driving.” His voice tone
was concerned and Simone grabbed her bag.
    “I
can’t tell you how sorry I am ...” She bit her lip hard but it didn’t stop
another hot tear from sliding down her cheek.
    She
had wanted to be his everything. He had trusted her to be what no other woman
could be for him, and she had failed.
    “Please
don’t be sorry, baby, never be sorry.”
    With
her heart breaking, Simone tore herself away from
Patrick’s sympathetic gaze and hurried home.
    That
night she ate pizza and cried, and cried, and cried. Her roommates had gone
away for the weekend, and she had never been so grateful for the absence of her
friends.
    When
she awoke—alive—the next morning, she was surprised. Until the ache in her
chest reminded her that she had survived breaking up with the man she loved,
and then she wished she was dead.
    She
stayed in bed for half the day and only hauled herself out of it to get more
tissues and chocolate. The pain was incredible.
    Patrick
had rung her twice to check on her but she’d let it go to voice mail. She
couldn’t handle him right now and nothing had changed for them. She couldn’t be
what he needed and that tore her apart.
    About
ten p.m., just as she was about to go back to bed, a knock sounded on her door.
Puzzled and a little frightened, Simone made her way to the front door and
peered through the peep hole. Nicola stood on the other side and she rapped on
the door again.
    “Open
up, Simone, it’s me.”
    Simone
smiled for the first time in hours. Simone twisted the dead lock and opened the
door, fully aware of the fact that she was in her pajamas with red eyes and a
puffy face.
    “Hi.”
    Nicola
took one look at her and barged in. “Oh sweetie, what happened?”
    The
tears, which should have been well exhausted by now, filled her eyes again.
Simone let them flow as her best friend wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
    She
hadn’t actually said the words yet and it was the last thing she wanted to do
but she forced them out. “We broke up.”
    With
that rather devastating statement out in the world, Nicola only sighed and
rubbed her back. “Let’s go sit down.”
    Simone
took a deep, shuddering breath and raised her head. Nicola wasn’t surprised,
why? It didn’t really matter, she was beyond exhausted
and too tired to care.
    “I
was about to go to bed actually. I have a headache.”
    Nicola
nodded and shut the door firmly.
    “Well,
loan me a pair of pajamas and I’ll