Chapter 42 - 42

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

"That was amazing, little sub. Now I want you to go bend over the couch arm, I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he said giving me a gentle kiss and a push in that direction.

I hurried over and bent over the couch, thrilled that his need for me was so great. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me and to know he wanted to be there just as desperately heightened my arousal as well.

He was just unzipping his pants when his phone rang. With a sound of frustration, he leaned down and looked at the caller ID growling audibly when he read the name on it.

"What, Nina?" he snapped into the phone.

After a few seconds, I saw the look of irritation disappear from his face and was replaced by something else as he hastily began buttoning up his pants again.

"I'll be right there," he finished and hung up.

I stood up crossing my arms over my chest suddenly feeling very aware of just how naked I was. As he turned away from me toward the window and was suddenly lost in thought for a moment.

"Get dressed," he told me with a bland tone in his voice.

I walked over and picked up my clothes thankful that I'd had the foresight to neatly stack them so they wouldn't be wrinkled. As I slowly dressed, I kept my eyes on Reed's back as he continued to stare out the window. I was looking for any indication of what was going on and worry began to gnaw at my stomach.

With no answers in sight, I finished picking up my things and getting ready to leave. I realized my pantyhose was still attached to his office chair and decided to go ahead and throw them away knowing they'd have runs in them everywhere. It was almost comical when I thought about writing the makers of the pantyhose and ask them if they could make more durable pantyhose for things like this.

"I guess you better get going, huh?" I commented after I had finished getting everything ready.

I tried hard once more to not sound disappointed when he didn't answer.

Every day after work he'd get a phone call from her demanding he come home right away so we'd only ever had this lunch hour as our time together, up until today that was. Now it looks like 'Madam Witch', as I'd come to call her in my head, was finally able to spoil that as well.

I saw him heave a giant sigh before he turned around.

"Yes, apparently I do. I'm hoping she is just embellishing everything, but I can't take that chance with this."

"Am I going to see you tomorrow at the club as we planned?" I asked cautiously praying she hadn't ruined that for me too.

"No," he bit out sharply causing me to cringe.

Reed's face immediately softened and he took a deep breath letting it out slowly as if to calm himself. He walked over to me taking me into his arms and making me lay my head on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I was really looking forward to it, however, I have a feeling this may take all weekend," he murmured trying to console me.

It was my turn to sigh and this time in disappointment. I nodded and pulled away trying to leave before I let my emotions get the best of me and I broke down begging him to stay.

"Is that how you tell your Master goodbye?" he asked pulling me back towards him slowly, his eyes ablaze with desire again as he stared at my lips.

I gave him a gentle kiss afraid more than that would lead to something neither of us could afford right now. I broke the kiss quickly, something I had never done before and I left him without a backward glance.

Instead of my desk I ran straight to the bathroom and locked the door before the tears started running. I sat against the wall letting my depression, irritation, and worry consume me.

Every time he heard her voice on the phone, he suddenly became agitated and angry, then he would close off from me. I wanted to know how I was supposed to keep him when she had such power over him. This whole situation seemed utterly hopeless. I knew that they were still married but I could not figure out how he had never known they were not divorced. And now she was back in his life, and I wanted to know if he was really trying to get a divorce or was I just a piece on the side for him? I know he promised me every time we discussed it that he was not just toying with me, but I could not help wondering if he was just an incredibly good liar. I trusted him with my body explicitly; it seemed harder to trust someone with my heart.

I heard a voice in the back of my head whisper that it was already too late, hastily I brushed it aside like I brushed my tears away and tried my hardest to make it appear as if I had not been crying.. Thankfully, no one was around as I went back to my desk and Reed was gone by then.