Becca was so excited she could barely stand still. Kendrick wanted to play with her. So Cassidy was right about him at least being bi… perhaps even more than bi since he mentioned dreaming of tying women up. Either way, she was excited to play with him. Just the memory of his words as he told her what he wanted to do to her made her body tremble and her pussy weep. Tomorrow she would talk to Dr. Myles and see what was the quickest way to heal the welts. She didn’t want to wait too long to find out just how rough he liked to play.
But as much as he turned her on, Becca had a majorly annoying practical side. That side of her had her calling Master Rob as soon as Kendrick left her at her cabin.
“Rebecca,” Master Rob said, his deep gravelly voice making her smile. She started to relax but as her back touched the sofa, she winced and sat up straight again. “It’s good to hear from you. How is life on Elan Isle?”
“Good and bad,” she said. “The place has just been bought out and they shut down the Faire until they can make it better.”
“Better?”
“Yes. There weren’t a lot of safeties in place,” she hedged, not wanting the place to get a bad rep. One negative word from Master Rob and Kendrick would be in an uphill battle.
“Why didn’t you return to Seattle?” he asked sharply. “Are they keeping you there?”
“No. No,” she said quickly. “That was my own stupidity. The new owner seems to have a true club feel in mind for the Faire. And he’s actually why I’m calling.”
“Oh?” His tone turned amused and heat climbed slowly into her cheeks. “Is he showing interest in you, Rebecca? What’s his name so I can do some research on him.”
“His name’s Kendrick Finleigh.” She held her breath, afraid he would come out with news she didn’t want to hear.
“Kendrick bought it?” He let out a low whistle. “I’ve met him a couple times. Good Dom. Has control of himself. I can imagine he wasn’t pleased with how things were run.”
“He arrived yesterday and the place was shut down this morning with a later starting date for the grand opening. In fact, he’s not allowing any visitors until he gets things done.”
“Well, I’m pleased. He has an excellent reputation in the community and like I said, I’ve met him a couple times. Watched a single tail demo he did once. The stripes on his subs back were perfectly aligned. It was a beautiful thing. You’ll have to let me know how things go. I keep hoping to hear you’ve found a more permanent Dom.”
“Me too,” she said with a sigh.
“You’re greatest asset is also your greatest adversary, my dear girl. You have an overactive mind.”
“I’ve heard that somewhere before,” she teased.
“No sass, girl. Elan Isle isn’t that far. I might take a trip over there and tan your hide.” His voice was firm but the caring in it made her smile.
“Thanks, Master Rob. He seemed like a good guy but I feel better having heard it from you.”
“Go enjoy yourself, Rebecca. You and I both know you’re happiest when you belong to someone. Just be honest with him about everything.” The way he stressed the last word made her wince.
She wanted to ask “Do I have to” but knew the answer already. Yes, she did. Kendrick needed to know her quirks so he wouldn’t get frustrated and give up on her before they’d even played. After finishing the call, she went upstairs and went through her outfits. As she’d expected to be outfitted for all her Faire scenes, she hadn’t brought any of her club clothes with her. She desperately needed something sexy to wear.
Becca also needed to pack since Kendrick told her he would send someone to move her things around five o’clock. With her back still aching from yesterday’s whipping, it took a lot of work but she got her clothes into her suitcases and managed to drag them down the stairs. By the time she did, some of her welts burned and she had the feeling she’d ripped them open. “Damn it.”
Something told her Kendrick’s parting shot of “Don’t do anything strenuous” had been more of an order than a suggestion.
Cassidy walked into the cabin just before four. “Hey,” she said, pulling her hair up into a bun. “Where were you? I came earlier but you were gone.”
“Kendrick and I went for a walk.” The words were out before she could think better of it.
Cassidy froze and then grinned. “Told you. He wants you, doesn’t he?”
Becca nodded.
“Yes! Oh man, you’ll have to tell me what kind of Dom he is. I bet he fucks hard.”
Her core squeezed at the thought. “Hey, I know you need to pack, but can you help me? I think I tore my welts open.”
By four-thirty, she was once again rebandaged and dressed and Cassidy had packed and brought down her things. “You’re so lucky that you know you’re staying,” Cassidy said with a sigh. “I mouthed off to the one guy—Craig something—and I don’t think he took it well.”
“You think you won’t be staying?” Becca asked, startled. She’d just assumed since Cassidy was a sub that she would be okayed.
“Not sure. And I’d best start down the path. It’s going to take me the full thirty minutes to get down there. Come on. Give me a hug. If I leave, I promise to come for at least one day of the Faire to catch up with you.” They hugged, Cassidy lightly so she wouldn’t bother Becca’s back, and as Cassidy turned toward the door, a knock came at it.
Cassidy walked over and opened the door and Becca’s mouth almost dropped open when she spotted Kendrick’s friends Neil and Joseph. “Hello,” Neil said with a nice smile. “Kendrick asked us to help you move, Becca.” He turned toward Cassidy. “He also suggested we tell you that we’d like you to stay on. If you’re amenable, we’ll move you as well.”
The two men gathered their suitcases and she and Cassidy followed them down to another pod of cabins. “Why are we being moved?” Cassidy asked with interest as they walked into their new home. It was another two bedroom with two twin beds in each one.
“We’re moving everyone as close to the Faire as we can,” Neil explained. “Plus, Kendrick specifically said he wanted Becca as close to him as possible.” He winked. “He’s right next door, by the way.”
After Neil and Joseph left, Becca turned toward Cassidy. “I hope this works out. Or this is going to be a real let down.”
“Stop thinking that way. Just because a few Doms didn’t work out.” Cassidy put her index finger to her chin. “Let’s see. There was Bart. And Aire. Then Steve.”
“Don’t forget Kyle,” Becca groused as she unpacked her clothes.
“Oh, that’s right. The dommabe. Then Ben, Thom, and Mark…”
“Stop naming them all,” Becca begged. “It’s too depressing.”
“But none of them had that energy about them Kendrick has.” Cassidy sighed. “I wish I’d been the sub at that whipping post. When you’re done with him, send him my way.”
“I don’t plan on being done with him anytime soon,” Becca said with a grin. “Maybe you should look at Neil. He’s unattached I think. And cute.”
“Not a bad idea,” Cassidy agreed. She glanced over Becca’s shoulder at her clothes. “What are you going to wear tonight?”
“I don’t know. All my club clothes are in Seattle.”
As she pouted at her incomplete wardrobe, Cassidy put a hand on her arm. “I have an idea.”