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Other Colors -- Ch. 18
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
you to keep busy while I'm gone,” he warned. “There's a sinister adage about idle hands.” A panel of Bosch’s Earthly Delights sank into my head, turning my skin to cinnabar. Playthings . ‘The devil hath power,’ I crossed my legs, wrapping them tight as a braided wire, ‘to assume a pleasing shape.’ “Well… I thought I'd be busy today, Mr. Caine,” I baited him, timidly. “Somehow there wasn't much need of me down at the theatre.” He didn't respond. I suppose he was hoping I would drop it. “Why did you do it?” I whispered. “Je ne sais pas de quoi tu parles.” Like drawing blood from a stone. I rolled my eyes. “Laisse-moi rire. ‘Whipped for overdoing Termagant’?” I turned toward the window, gazing out over the snow-tiled rooftops, and the darkening boughs beyond the gate. “I saw your letter, Monsieur. Subtlety is not your strong suit.” “Je vois,” he chuckled icily, “hoisted by my own petard.” Haven’t we heard enough of Hamlet, sir? My smirk remained, but I didn’t laugh. He was dissembling again. “I’m serious,” I pushed him, “All the arrears? And those renovations? It was too much, Dmitri.” I chewed my cheek, “all I asked for was an hour or two to go help my friend.” "Yes," he conceded coolly. "And you ought to have known I wouldn't allow it." “You,” my eyes widened, “you really weren't going to let me go to the protest?” “To stand in the snow for hours on end? On a fool's errand?” he was brusque, “No, Penny. I can't say I was keen on the idea. Suppose something had happened. ...