14. Chapter 14(2)

But nothing happens and just as begins to believe that she’s been left alone in the silence of quiet room—like some dirty whore, rode hard and put away wet—she hears a sound: a doorbell ringing faintly from downstairs… Two rings and then, nothing at all…

Soon, Waverly feels the bed dipping, but only from the side beside her hip, like someone’s sitting there. Her chin is then cupped and gently pushed upwards.

“Here, drink a little of this,” Nicole says finally, tilting a glass towards the brunette’s lips; it’s orange juice. The tangy taste of it is sweet on her tongue, better than the slightly bitter chardonnay.

Only thing sweeter is the relief she feels when freed from the restraints.

Followed by the blindfold. “I ordered some food for us, okay? Nothing too fancy, just from a restaurant in the neighborhood, had Charlie send it up.”

Surprised, Waverly raises a brow in question. “A-Are we not… Are we done with the session?” She asks as Nicole massages her wrists.

“No, we’re taking a break—I’m calling yellow.”

“I-Is everything okay?” Waverly asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just need a little break is all.”