Chapter 31
Jamie
Guilt had nestled low in my stomach for days afterward, ashamed that I had been so turned on at the sight of someone who wasn’t my boyfriend. I knew Arnie didn’t mind. He hadn’t minded the way he lapped at my come that night, but I still questioned if I had done something wrong.
We haven’t talked about it again, and weeks have now flown by as I settle into living with Arnie.
His house is grand. It’s clear the man has gone to great lengths to make his house a home.
Every room has something special about it.
Pictures of him and his friends. Stunning photography of flowers in shades of grey.
His garden is intimate and exactly how I would assume a giant man covered in tattoos would have it.
A broken brick wall surrounds the perimeter.
Wildflowers bloom all around except where an old greenhouse stands, nestled in the far-right corner of more greenery.
An enigma of the suburbs, he’s grown rhubarb, potatoes, and God knows what else.
Just another thing I love about him. Eclectic and mine.
While I had decided not to go back to uni, at least not soon, I haven’t yet started working full time.
Arnie had insisted that there was no rush, but I have lived nowhere while I was on my own that I didn’t pay my way for.
So, I had gone to Beau and told him my situation.
He was so understanding and offered me full-time hours on the spot.
I hugged the life out of him, which isn’t something I ever thought I would do with my boss, but hey, that’s the progress in my life these days.
Raj and I were still doing weekly market meets, some of which the other dancers came to, but I had been curious about another type of event recently.
After the Y2K night at Nyctra, I had fallen down a rabbit hole of other kinks.
I was like a kid in a candy store. Arnie gave me the kink list to go through again, and I added a few new ones.
What did Arnie’s friends and their subs get up to?
Meeting others and chatting with them might give me some more perspective on the whole D/s thing.
So, when Arnie told me about an event coming up soon, I jumped at saying yes before I even knew what it was for.
Primal play.
Having only seen the words written on a list before, it had never piqued my interest. I knew little about it, but was under the assumption that it was like an adult chasing game.
When I admitted that to Arnie, he burst out laughing.
He and Euan got into kink together, and it was his event.
The farmer’s husband lived out in the middle of nowhere and had a private tattoo studio out there.
Apparently, people travelled across the country to get work done.
His primal event was annual and a massive hit within the kink community from Nyctra.
Arnie had originally asked me to get a tattoo at a vanilla event, but this one appealed to me more since I could meet like-minded others.
After spending too much time on Google, I realised there might be a rush I’d get from doing the event.
The feeling of Arnie watching me, but from where, I wouldn’t yet know.
The adrenaline of the chase, the fear of being caught too.
It was also, potentially, not that I cared that much, but an event that Freddie might take an interest in too.
When I asked if Simmons was going, Arnie just smirked at me and suggested it was possible.
He had seen right through me. I planned to speak with him soon about what it all meant.
Not to say I had a crush on the guy, but I wasn’t completely immune to the effect that kiss had on me when he pounced like the little puppy he was dressed as.
His juicy lips on mine tasted of lemon sherbet, a sharp tongue that took control.
It was only seconds long, but I had thought about it more than I cared to admit.
I had to cool it. Arnie would be so upset if he found out I was fantasising about that kiss.
It was his friend’s sub after all, and I didn’t know what their dynamic was.
It was probably better if I stayed away from Freddie at this event, but I knew that was a lie as soon as the thought had formed.