Free WanttoGoPrivate by M.A. Ellis

didn’t allow for humiliating her. They’d
covered that in their talks as well. Humiliation wasn’t one of her turn-ons.
    “Well screw you, Chris Greene.” She stalked across the room
and grabbed her sweater and her purse out of the booth where she’d left them.
    You told him you didn’t want the screwing part, remember?
Everything was supposed to be of a tutorial nature. Exploration. Enlightenment—
    “Oh shut the hell up,” she muttered, heading back to the bar
and grabbing a cocktail napkin. She rummaged in her purse for a pen and jotted
him a short and to-the-point, two-sentence “fuck you”.
    * * * * *
    Chris stood, straight arming the wall of the office as he
counted to fifty, inhaling and exhaling at each increment of five, until his
breathing returned to normal. He stared at the faux grain of the ancient wood
paneling and shook his head.
    He’d been so damn pissed when she walked in wearing that
outfit. Every guy there had turned and stared as she bounded up to the bar to
say hello to him before grabbing a booth for her and her two girlfriends.
Disobeying from day one was not what he had anticipated. Not from their chats.
She’d seemed so pliable, so willing to accept his suggestions.
    But then she’d misbehaved and his need to remedy that,
coupled with the fact the dearth of customers had forced him to let the wait
staff go home early, overrode his well-laid plan. No, if Karma wasn’t a bitch,
he’d have slid into the booth when her BFFs departed and told her he was the
Master. That he was the one giving her all the sound advice while exploring the
degree to which her kink factor came into play.
    But in the blink of an eye, it’d been the two of them, him
with the power to clear and close the place, and Isabel walking across the
floor toward him, those hot legs stuffed into the even hotter boots. He’d done
what he could. He’d improvised.
    “Call me the fuckin’ MacGyver of bondage,” he mumbled,
threading his fingers through his hair. He had already called the taxi for
Elaine and keeping Isabel right where she was had seemed the perfect solution.
His goal had been to slowly tease her but then her damn scent had worked its
way into his system and straight to his dick and all he could think about was
the fact she’d have to taste as good as she smelled. As sweet as the wetness
making her pussy glisten.
    “Shit. What the hell happened to your control, dickwad?” He
hadn’t been that unfocused since the early days of his training. He stared at
the closed door and knew for a fact she wouldn’t be out there waiting for him.
If she were, he’d think a great deal less of her. She was a strong woman and
that held a great deal of appeal. Unless he misread her, and he was certain he
hadn’t, she wouldn’t be waiting to apologize, even if she recognized myriad
things she had done wrong from a prospective-sub standpoint.
    Chris made his way out of the office, into the empty bar and
walked straight to the door and locked it. His hunches were correct. All that
remained was whether she’d talk to him again. Whether she’d have the balls to
walk in the door for the next hockey game. Or if she’d actually contact him
online. He doubted that would be the case.
    He went to the cash register, ready to empty it when the
note caught his eye.
    You’re
a tool. Never call me a slut again.
    “Duly noted, Izzi.” He laughed, his spirits rising. A “tool”
wasn’t as bad as it could have been. And “again”…well, that just held all sorts
of hope for another chance. And one more chance was all he needed.

Chapter Five
     
    “I think you should give him another chance.”
    Isabel ignored Lucy and struggled to get the balloon onto
the air valve of the helium tank. Twenty down…another forty to go.
    “Give me that,” Lucy said. “You must totally suck at putting
on condoms.” The young woman had the balloon on the valve filled and tied in
five seconds flat. With a smug look she handed it to Isabel