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Other Colors -- Ch. 15 (part 2)
Date: 12/28/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
over me. I’d have stood there for him—shaking, shivering, and furious—until either he brought me back inside and warmed me up beside the fire, or with teeth chattering and lips blue, I collapsed in a head into the snow. It was, I suppose, neither wise nor harmless. But it was real. And so long as I was to survive at Lacoste, it was something I’d have to learn to bridle, or else embrace. If I didn’t, the sheer dissonance of it; the constant, quaking conflict would sooner or later implode upon me. I rubbed my eyes harder, trying to massage some measure of sense back into my head. “Miss me, Miss Foster?” I heard his voice, and I believe my heart stopped beating. He stood in the doorway, leaning loosely against the jam. My lips parted, but they didn’t answer. There was something about the look of him; he seemed at once brighter and darker than physics should permit, as if the contrast was cranked up in my retinas. He stepped closer. “Or aren’t you the type to pine?” I did what I could to feign a languid coolness, sitting up, and leaning my chin on one hand. “Honestly,” I raised my eyes, “I hardly noticed you were gone, Monsieur.” He smirked, “Be wise as you are cruel, milady.” I watched him wrap his hands over the edge of the footboard, and blushed. “Haven’t we heard enough from Hamlet, sir?” “The sonnets, actually,” he cocked his head, correcting me. “Perhaps you were thinking, I must be cruel, ” he leaned closer, “ only to be kind , Miss Foster.” I blushed deeper. I was. He ...