Page 124 of Beautifully Ruined

I’ll be able to hack it later to poke about further if I need it.

When Vi gets home that night she’s distracted.

“Violet?”

The tone of my voice must get through to her because she turns, blinks, blushes, and looks faintly guilty. “I’m sorry, just distracted.”

There are two ways to deal with this.

One is to sit down and talk. The other…

I think I might prefer the other.

Without a word, I go to the bedroom, pull out the ruined stockings, the blindfold, and a tie, and I shove them in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Not really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” I turn and just leave the loft.

I head to the nearest bar where I order a bourbon on the rocks

Then I pick up my phone, enter The Ghost’s thread with her, and text her.

Me:Put on the pretty summer dress. Blue. Floral. Right hand side of the closet. And the lace panties at the top of your lingerie drawer.

Okay,it thrills me she’s taken a drawer for herself…two actually. And she’s taken over half my closet and also has some clothes in the guest bedroom. The dress is in the latter.

Violet:Pervert.

Me:Careful with your words. I’m not above punishing you in public. There’s a nice rack of nails on a floor of a club I know. I might take you there, strip you naked and tie you to it and then force orgasms on you. Or I might just strap you to the St. Andrew’s Cross at The Dungeon…

Violet:The blue panties?

I smile.

Ghost:You’ll find out if you’re right.

Violet:How?

Ghost:Whether I punish you or not. You’ll meet me in the last row of the theater on Ludlow, they’re playing Betty Blue. Showing in twenty minutes. Be there.

And I putthe phone down, facing up so I can watch her blow up my phone and then I wait for her to leave. I didn’t tell her to bring a coat, but a theater is cold, so hopefully…

If she doesn’t, I can give her my hoodie. I really don’t care. All I care about is playing with her in public.

Man who won’t leave her alone and molests her at the theater is my thought. She hasn’t outlined it as a fantasy, but it has all the elements my little glorious dark girl loves.

A stranger, in public, and being forced to orgasm.

Her phone leaves the building, and I pay up, then get up, and trail her there.

For a moment, I stand in the shadows across the street as she stands in the foyer, a light coat around her. It’s pretty, blue, and is clearly made for cool spring or even summer nights, the times where something light is needed.