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do, Mistress.” Laura swallowed hard and her knees buckled. She leaned heavily against Chicklet, shuddering as Chicklet continued stroking her until her juices soaked through the silk. “He’s yours and I love that you share him with me.”
    “That’s my good girl.” Chicklet kissed Laura’s cheek and withdrew her hand. “Now go.”
    Laura went, but having to repeat the command bothered Chicklet. They really had to talk before doing a scene. Whatever Laura had gone through today was bad enough to latch on to her emotions like a big, black leech even once she’d come to one of the few places where she usually let it all go. As Chicklet made her way to the bar, she considered letting someone else take her shift so she could bring Laura home. Where they could be together and set aside the D/s mentality.
    Only, the times where Laura wanted to be out of the scene were becoming rare. She had to maintain so much control at work that giving it up was a relief. Which Chicklet had been handling by increasing the power exchange from only a few scenes a week to nearly 24/7 now. But days like this were difficult. She wasn’t sure that she really helped Laura by letting her escape so completely into submission. It was a different way to hide. She would tell Chicklet everything, but only because her Mistress expected full disclosure.
    They had been friends once. Laura would laugh and tease Chicklet about getting her nails done only for play, but leaving them short and bare for everyday life. They’d go shopping and Laura would beg her to buy something pretty for when they went out for dinner. Chicklet didn’t do “pretty.” She loved her faded T-shirts and jeans. She dressed in leather pants and a leather corset at the club, but for Laura, she had a few dresses and strappy heels for their monthly date night.
    Back at the bar, Chicklet served several bottles of water and coffee to the subs ordering for their Doms. Laura brought her tea and went about tiding up the bar as Chicklet handled the drink inventory. When Chicklet finally had everything running smoothly she went to take a sip of her tea, then ran her hand up and down Laura’s back as her girl washed the stack of glasses behind the bar by hand. There was a dishwasher, but Laura preferred the old-fashioned way. Any kind of mundane service task grounded her, so Chicklet let it go.
    But the troubles of the day hooked into her sub’s heart would have to be extracted. And at very least bandaged before they could go any further. Chicklet rested her hip on the counter beside the sink and chose her next words very carefully. “Do you want to talk about it?”
    The way Laura’s spine stiffened screamed “No!”, but she simply nodded. “Of course I do. It hurts to keep it in, and I…” Laura’s bottom lip trembled. “I’ve been waiting all night to see you. To tell you about what happened so you can make it go away.”
    “Oh, baby.” Chicklet took a sudsy glass from Laura’s hands and set it aside. Pulled the small woman into her arms, feeling the tense muscles covered by a woman’s softness, every inch belonging to her, so precious, so desperate for her strength. Chicklet wasn’t soft, and she was grateful for the hard body she’d worked for, one her subs could lean on like a rock when their own strength failed them. “I can’t make it go away. But I can help. Tell me.”
    “She was …the little girl was only eight years old. A neighbor called and told us they’d suspected that she was being abused by her father and her brothers. We went there so fast, but…” Laura’s sob ripped right into Chicklet’s chest. She didn’t want to imagine what her sweet girl had seen, but she would. She would so Laura knew she had someone who’d face the horror with her. But she didn’t speak because she sensed Laura had more to say. She held her breath as Laura continued. “They’d tucked her into bed. They let us in and the father…he asked us not to wake her.