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Other Colors -- Ch. 18
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
pale throat.” His words crept over me like a lengthening shadow. “Juliet. Pining on her private balcony. Preparing herself to be buried alive.” I shuddered; remembering my dream, and how he'd dissected it while we were dancing. I should have kept my mouth shut. “Comme tu veux, Monsieur,” I bit my lip, “But I believe Romeo was too late to the tomb. Poor girl could've used someone more punctual.” I didn't dare say what I was truly thinking— men are never around when you really need them. “Au contraire,” he countered slyly. “He came too early. I think you know that I don't have that problem, Penny.” It was crass, I know, but I couldn't help but giggle. Alright. Enough with the puns, already. I sighed, and sank my forehead against the frozen glass. Down at the edge of the Saint Lawrence, street lamps began to glow, spilling yellow light onto the icy promenade. I wondered what he was looking at; what it was like where he was. I wondered if it was snowing there. Perhaps he too had been doodling on the window while we spoke. Perhaps the heat of his breath, too, was beginning to cloud the glass. “Maybe it’s best you stayed behind,” he breathed. “You might have been miserable here—I'm just now leaving the office.” Somewhere in the background, I heard the brass 'ting' of an elevator bell. Just now? I squinted, fumbling fecklessly with the arithmetic. “What time is it out there?” “Midnight. A little after,” he did his best to stifle a yawn, “I still have some things I'd like to look ...