Page 12 of Jaded
“Yes, that’s a very common reaction.”
Silence stretched between us, as if we were suddenly uncomfortable around each other. Kristina cleared her throat, looking both vulnerable and hopeful.
“I’d like to see you again, Mistress.”
“You’d like to do another scene with me?” I clarified, trying to not get my hopes up.
She shook her head.
“No. I mean yes, I would like to do another scene with you,” she said haltingly. “But I’d also like to see you outside the club, because the thing is, and I know this is completely crazy, but I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Kristina
The second the wordsleft my mouth I called myself an idiot. Lauren was a domme. An experienced one. She was just playing a role here.
I remembered reading about how sometimes people fell in love with their therapists, mistaking the therapeutic relationship for something more. Maybe that happened in BDSM too? Because based on Lauren’s expression, what had just happened didn’t mean anything to her. Not the way it did for me.
To make things worse, Lauren just stood there, staring at me in shock like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I knew the feeling. The silence stretched between us, growing even more uncomfortable.
God, I was such an idiot, acting like a schoolgirl with a crush and putting one of our customers in an uncomfortable situation. I needed to get out of here.
I sprang for the door, taking off down the hallway towards the employee lounge. I heard Lauren call out to me, telling me to wait, which made me run harder. I slammed my badge against the scanner, slipping in the door and closing it quickly behind me.
“Kristina, wait.” Lauren pounded on the locked door. “I need to talk to you.”
Ignoring her, I headed out the back door, sprinting to my car that was parked in the employee lot behind the building.
Driving towards my apartment, I willed myself to take deep breaths and focus on driving safely. I debated quitting my job, then reminded myself I needed the money. Plus making a fool of myself wasn’t a good reason to quit the best job I’d ever had. I’d just be casual when I saw Lauren again at the club, and we could pretend that none of this had ever happened.
This certainly wasn’t the first time I’d ever embarrassed myself, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. It’s just that...well, nothing had ever felt so perfect before. I was usually pretty intuitive, it was one of the things that made me a good bartender, but I’d never been so wrong about someone’s feelings for me.
Maybe it was just the post spanking and post orgasm endorphins speaking, but I thought there was something more between me and Lauren. Honestly, I’d kind of fell in love with her the minute I laid eyes on her.
It was ridiculous, of course. This wasn’t one of those love at first sight romance books I loved to read. Lauren and I had never even had a proper conversation. We knew absolutely nothing about each other. Well, nothing besides how each other’s pussies tasted.
I didn’t even know if she was single, I realized. What if I’d just hit on someone’s wife or something? What had happened between us felt real and intimate and passionate, but it was clearly one sided. I was sure I’d laugh about it someday. Today wasn’t that day.
