Jemima shyly pats her mouth with the crisp, white napkin. “I know, and I count myself very lucky, Mr. Cathcart. It’s been my dream to visit NYC for a long time, and now, I’m having an extended vacation that’s better than I ever imagined.”
My heart contracts with emotion because I want to keep her with me. This doesn’t just have to be a vacation. But then I frown.
“Sweetheart, I forgot to ask something. Are you on protection?”
Jemima nods immediately.
“Yes, of course. I was on it already back in Wyoming and Melissa asked me about that straight out when I first started.”
I nod with approval.
“That’s good,” I say. “Because that night of the hunt, I must have come in you five times at least. Plus, I had the pleasure of taking your virginity, and it was an honor to feel your pussy walls clench hard as you enjoyed a big male member for the first time.”
“Zane!” Jemima gasps, looking around to make sure there’s no one in earshot. I put my hand over hers.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jem. I’ll never forget that I got to be your first and I treasure that gift. It can only be given once and you gave it to me.”
The pretty girl pales, and she bites her lip like she has something on her mind, but then turns to me with a brilliant smile.
“Yes, it was amazing, wasn’t it?” she asks in a soft voice. “Making love like that under the night sky.”
I chuckle.
“Oh that wasn’t making love, honey. Not that first time. That was you taking big bull cock again and again on the forest floor as I ravaged you.”
She giggles and nods, whatever eating away at her now disappeared.
“That’s true, Mr. Cathcart,” she murmurs while pushing her plate away. “And now, are you ready for dessert? Because I don’t want what’s on the menu. I want what’s between your legs, hot and heavy like a staff.”
With that, she reaches a small hand to squeeze my bulge right there in the middle of the restaurant and I groan aloud, loving her sassiness. It seems my girl is adapting to the ways of our private club, and I’ve enjoyed training her every step of the way.
9
Jemima
* * *
When I came to New York City, I expected to be here for a few days only. I was going to interview with Sanctum and hopefully get invited to one event before going back to Wyoming. But now? I’ve been here a couple weeks and I love my life with Zane. He makes me feel so fulfilled and I swear, I had no idea being a woman could be like this.
After all, we’ve settled into a nice routine. I spend most nights in his suite at the compound, and in the mornings, we get up together. I cook him breakfast before he leaves for work. Then, I spend the day enjoying myself while shopping, watching movies, and surfing the web before Zane returns in the evenings. We usually have dinner at one of the club’s restaurants before retiring to his suite for hours of savage lovemaking. It seems the Minotaur runs in my man’s blood, and he adores ravaging my curves until the early hours of the morning.
But today, I’m meeting Bridget, another girl from Sanctum, at an East Village coffee shop today. It’s going to be fun because I haven’t really made any friends in NYC yet. How can I, when I’m constantly thinking only of Zane?
The barista at Blue Square calls my name and I collect my steamy mochaccino. I’m just about to sit when Bridget prances in, and I wave. She comes over with a giggle.
“Hey girl, that looks good,” she remarks.
“It’s a mochaccino, full fat with cinnamon and whipped cream,” I say. “It’s a calorie bomb but so worth it.”
“I approve,” she says, before heading to the counter. “I’m going to get one too!”
That’s what I love about Bridget. We don’t know each other well, but she’s a curvy girl who appreciates her food and drink, just like me. The blonde returns and grins at me, steaming coffee in hand.
“So how have you been?” she asks while taking a seat. “Are you enjoying New York and the Sanctum life?”
I nod enthusiastically while sitting across from her. “It’s been everything I’ve dreamed of actually. And more.”
She giggles.
“That’s good to hear. Have you made any friends here?”
“You’re the only person I know,” I say in a rueful tone. “I didn’t really have a chance to talk to the other girls at the hunt, and even then, you and I only chatted for a few minutes.”
Bridget giggles. “I know. I guess it was fate we stood next to each other.”
But I frown.
“But people haven’t exactly been friendly. Are the other girls mad at me about how it turned out? You know, how I’m basically living with Zane now?”