Secrets After Dark (After Dark Book 2) by Sadie Matthews

Author:Sadie Matthews [Matthews, Sadie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781444766714
Google: O6iKMDCK8yYC
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2012-11-08T00:00:00+00:00

At a quarter to eight, I arrive at Randolph Gardens. It’s been so long since I’ve been back to the boudoir, and I want to go and absorb the atmosphere before Dominic and I meet there again. In the lobby of the old apartment building I remember to turn left, rather than right, which was the way I used to go when I was living in Celia’s apartment. The little lift takes me up to the seventh floor and as it ascends I remember the times I approached this floor, nervous of what awaited me in the boudoir but also deeply excited and certain that it would be an unforgettable experience. It always was. I’ve missed it.

And here I am again, I think to myself, a burst of happiness exploding inside me. I’m going to be with Dominic. I feel as though this is our real reunion.

I let myself in. The little flat feels deserted and unloved, and I walk through its rooms, now dusty and a little chilly. It’s crazy to leave this place empty, but I don’t want to live here on my own, it would be too lonely. I thought Dominic and I would use it as our hideaway, but then he left and it’s been empty ever since, waiting for him to come back. Just like me.

I go to the bedroom last of all. After Dominic left, I cleaned the room and made it all neat and ready again, just in case he should come back unexpectedly. If I’d known then how long I would have to wait, I would have wept. But that’s all over now.

The bed is the same, with its rigid posts and iron rail, so useful for tethering cuffs and silken ties. Opposite is the cabinet that contains some of the implements Dominic enjoyed using on me so much, along with ropes and blindfolds. I shiver lightly as I remember some of the erotic journeys he took me on. Over in the corner of the bedroom is the white leather seat, long and narrow and sloping upwards, with places to fasten hands or feet so that the body is exposed for the kiss of the cane or the whip. In the cupboard across the room is a variety of underwear, in both slippery silk and leather, and the collars I wore to signify my obedience. I go over to the cupboard and open it. There, on the shelf, is the collar I wore on the first night: an innocuous-looking bit of PVC with a pattern of holes punched into it and a bow at the front. I touch it, feeling the urge to pick it up and put it on. Dominic used to give me instructions on how to be dressed – or rather, undressed – and how to wait for him. My longing for him now makes me want to do the same again, to show him my love and need. I want him to see me ready and waiting, eager to do what he desires.

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