Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3 Revised

Kristie woke to a warm, fuzzy feeling in her stomach, reminding her she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours. Glancing up from bed she found a small clock next to it, glowing a bright 11:42 am. With a sigh she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before taking a better look around. Where the hell was she? This was not the room she'd fallen asleep in at the club. This room was much more warm, the walls a soft cream color.

There seemed to be the same idea to it, however- simple and to the point. Meaning the room didn't have much to it besides the side table, bed, and a black dresser against the far wall. The bed was a matching black cotton quilt with black sheets, as well.

Startled when the door creaked open, Kristie pulled the thick blanket up to her neck. She was in her underwear, which freaked her out a bit seeing as she had fallen asleep naked in the club.

"Good to see you're finally awake." Relief swelled in Kristie's chest as she recognized Logan's seductive chuckle. Embarrassingly enough she gasped out loud as he stepped farther into the room. This was the first time she'd gotten a true good look at the man. He had to be at least six foot two in height, with wide, muscular shoulders defined by his tight fitted designer t-shirt. His skin was tan, not as much as it had seemed under the red lighting of The Scene, but still dark enough. His cheek bones were high set on his face, highlighting his bright blue eyes that shone outrageously so in the normal lighting of the room. Logan had to be the sexiest man she'd ever encountered in her twenty some odd years on this earth.

"How did I get here?" Kristie asked as he took up a seat next to her. Relaxing, she let the blanket fall from her chest, finding it ridiculous to hide her body from this man after what they'd shared. Logan gave a small smile, leaning forward to lie at her side. He gave a gentle pat to the tiny gap between them, inevitably having Kristie cuddle into his side to get closer.

"You don't remember, do you?"

Kristie shook her head lightly before hesitantly resting it upon his shoulder. He gave a sigh, his hand swirling a gentle circular pattern around the skin of her arm. Chills raced down her spine, goosebumps covering the exposed skin. God, she hadn't felt this good in years. In fact, she'd never felt anything like this before. Just being held by this basically complete stranger, it was perfect. Kristie gave a sigh of contentment.

"Well, after we finished our little in devour I gave you the comfort of sleeping a few hours before we left. You were really worn out," there was that god forsaken chuckle again. "So was I. Your cute little ass wore me plum out. So when I woke up and you were still asleep I hailed a cab, dressed you, and carried you out of the club and into the cab where we proceeded to ride home. You in my arms moaning my name incoherently on occasion."

Kristie was speechless, her face a bright red as she sat stiff legged in this mans arms. He was so blunt. Something she wasn't accustomed to, and if she was completely honest with herself, it turned her on like no other.

"Where am I, exactly?"

Logan smiled, the most genuine smile she'd seen on him yet. It was huge, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as his cheek bones lifted to show off his gorgeous pearly whites. "My bedroom."

She nodded, her hand gingerly lying across his stomach. "Hey, Logan?" His only acknowledgment that he had heard her was a soft hmm. "Thank you."

Not another word was needed to be said. He knew what she meant. "You're very welcome, um?" Kristie jumped up in bashfulness realizing she knew his name but he had no idea of hers. How embarrassing.

"Kristie," she nodded with a sheepish grin, watching his face as he muled over her name.

"Kristie," he repeated, liking the way it rolled off his tongue. "I like it." he replied with a curt nod.