Vow of Surrender

Chapter Seventeen

Caedance lowered herself to her knees then stretched her arms forward. She was off her game today, and a certain Native man had everything to do with it. Not to mention she was horny from their morning shower. She had been on the verge of climaxing just before Sam showed up.

"How good was it?" Sam whispered from her mat.

Her body tingled just thinking about it. There was no hiding it from Sam. her feelings were all over her face. "Incredible."

"I need details. Who was on top?"

"Sh!"

She uncurled from her position, crossing her legs and reaching up and to the left.

"You totally were, you sexy Mistress. He probably couldn't walk this morning."

"I'm trying to relax."

Sam inaudibly mocked her then assumed the same position as their instructor. Caedance took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything other than Adam. She would give him a few days to recuperate as well as distance herself.

If she saw him too much, she was going to cave and beg him to be hers.

"If you're not going to talk about it, can we at least go to happy hour at Scorched Earth tonight?" Sam begged. "I'm itching for an electric play sesh."

"I guess. But I can't stay out late. I have a shit-ton of stuff to do Monday."

"Yay!"

The instructor shot them a look but then smiled. They had been coming long enough that she was used to their shenanigans. Particularly Sam's inability to whisper.

"How's your search for a dom?" Caedance asked.

"Failing. I did a scene with a guy at Paradise Found, but he ghosted me. Besides , he was too young."

Caedance grinned. Sam and she were so different it was a wonder they'd been friends so long. Sam was submissive and looking for a Daddy dom/Little girl dynamic. Caedance was a Dom who preferred subs with no specific fetish aside from occasionally battling for dominance. She wasn't a switch, but she did love a good fight.

"What age would you prefer?"

"At least ten years older than me. I like my men with some salt and pepper."

Caedance thought of Adam's silver sprinkled facial hair. Though he was thirty-two, he acted older. It was the eyes. He'd seen a lot and had to grow up fast to take care of his siblings. Like her, he had an old soul. It was what drew her to him.

"I don't care about age so long as they're obedient."

"Boss lady."

The session ended, and they sprayed down the mats before rolling them and putting them in the corner. After showering for the second time that day, she went to her locker and changed into some light-wash high waisted blue jeans and a silky red bralette.

"That's what I'm talking about," Sam said. "You don't look like yourself in your pantsuits and blouses."

"I don't feel like myself in those either. You look cute too, by the way."

Sam twirled around in her pink baby-doll dress. They were going to a fancy brunch place, and Caedance knew they would stick out among the older ladies in their modest clothes. When she took her bag out of the locker, she checked her phone and saw she had a missed call.

"Hey, Sam, meet me at the car?"

"Ooh, is lover boy sexting already?"

"It's my cousin."