Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 38: Pink Condom

Late

Heavy rain hits the windshield of the jet black Aventador forcefully, only to be swept away by the swinging rubber bars every other second.

Tires paint the driveway before coming to a stop.

With a turn of the key, dancing rain is the loudest sound.

Quick footsteps trail up the modern concrete stones toward the house.

He's already late.

"Fuck," he mumbles after checking the time on his phone and placing it into his jeans.

He sighs as he reaches the door, hesitating before opening it.

It's unlocked just for him, though it's not his house.

Moonlight outlines her slender silhouette by the glass door leading to the patio. A red flowing nightgown clings to her bust and cascades to the floor behind her.

"You're late."

"I know that, I can explain," he stammers, "I couldn't get over lanes fast enough so I missed the-"

"You're late," she repeats, still not turning around. "No excuses. You know where to go. I'll be down in five."

"Yes, ma'am." He drops his gaze and walks toward the stairs leading to the basement.

***

Fresh air from the vent above grazes over his bare chest. It's cooler than it was when he first walked in, despite being in only his boxers.

Which, in fact, had been longer than five minutes.

Not risking getting up to check the thermostat and have her walk in, he guesses she lowered the temperature just for him.

The latch to the basement door unlocks, creaking as it swings open. A few light footsteps later, the latch clicks closed again.

"This is what I like to see," she coos as she walks around him. "Tonight would've gone so much easier if you hadn't been late."

It's meant to be a threat.

But as the words swim into his ears and down his spine, goosebumps rise behind his neck and down his arms, hands still clasped together behind his back. His knees buckle under his weight on the floor before he responds. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

She places a cold hand on his shoulder. "Not 'mistress' tonight. 'Mistress' is for those who can follow the rules."

He holds back a pout.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Cole."

She smirks, letting go of his shoulder to continue along the room. Dimly lit walls brighten with the flick of a switch, revealing an assortment of whips, ties, and chains.

"Rise."

He stands to his feet quickly, hoping his good behavior would lessen whatever punishment she had in mind.

His back tingles when he senses her behind him. "Close your eyes."

He closes them slowly enough to see a silk scarf coming down on them.

Ms. Cole ties the scarf on the back of his head and moves to stand in front of him.

"Do you know why tonight was so important to me?" Her fingers dance across his chest playfully.