The Pleasures of Summer by Evie Hunter Read Free Book Online

‘Wow, I thought our room was fab but this is … wow.’
    Summer glanced around her at the antique furniture, the pristine bed linen and heavy silk drapes. Her father had spared no expense in the renovation and decoration of the property. She supposed it was ‘wow’ if you didn’t sleep in it every night. She patted the bed beside her. They chatted so often online that it was hard to believe that she hadn’t seen Molly since they left college. ‘So, tell me about Robert. I want to know everything, you dark horse.’
    Molly giggled as she sat down. ‘I know. I still can’t believe it. Isn’t he gorgeous?’
    ‘I’ll say, and is he really a … you know?’
    ‘A Dom? Oh yes.’
    ‘You can’t just say “oh yes” and stop. I want details. How did you meet him?’
    ‘We met at
Noir
. You know, the club I told you about –’
    ‘And?’
    ‘Well, I did a scene with him.’
    A scene. Summer was torn between wanting to know every intimate detail and being afraid to ask. ‘What kind of scene?’
    ‘Oh, nothing crazy.’ Molly shrugged. ‘I’m no ropebunny and Robert isn’t into humiliation or anything. I mean, as if.’
    Summer nodded as if she understood.
What the hell was a rope bunny?
‘Of course you’re not.’
    ‘Anyway, I was at the bar watching the latex boys – some of them are really buff – and then Robert came over and we started chatting.’
    Chatting. That was it? It didn’t sound any more dangerous than a night out in Chelsea. When was Molly going to get to the good stuff?
    ‘And then Robert said, “You’d look stunning on the St Andrew’s Cross.” So I followed him to the main play area.’
    Molly’s eyes misted and she patted her chest. ‘Oh. My. God, it was so intense. I mean, I’d never done a public scene before. With all those people looking at me. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to …’
    ‘To what?’ Summer asked, impatient for her to get to the point.
    ‘To go into subspace.’
    Summer sat up. She didn’t care if her mouth was hanging open. Subspace. She had thought that whole thing about submissives going into a trance state during a scene was just a myth. ‘And did you?’
    ‘Oh, yeah.’ Molly lay back on the bed and stretched her arms over her head.
    Summer was about to beat her if she didn’t share soon. Molly was describing BDSM nirvana. ‘And?’ she prompted.
    ‘Well, I suppose subspace is a bit like being stoned. You know when you’re really shit-faced and you see someperfectly ordinary thing, and it, like, suddenly becomes the most fascinating thing in the universe?’
    ‘Um, no.’ Summer had never bothered with drugs. She had seen enough junkies in the streets when she was at college. No one wanted to look like one of those
Shaun of the Dead
creatures, did they?
    ‘I mean, I don’t think I had an actual conversation with anyone. Robert kept asking me if I was okay. But all I could do was giggle. Then he started laughing too and told me that I was his best little girl.’ She rolled over. ‘That was when I knew.’
    If Summer had a sharp stick, she would have used it to poke Molly. ‘Knew what?’
    ‘What I was. What I’ve been looking for all my life. I mean, Robert just seemed to understand exactly what I needed.’
    ‘Which is?’
    ‘To belong to him.’
    Summer hadn’t expected that. ‘Belong to him? You mean like you’re his slave?’
    ‘Oh no.’ Molly was horrified. ‘It’s way more than that. Robert knows me. I mean, it’s like having the best boyfriend ever. He just wants to take care of me all the time. He even tells me when to go to bed.’
    ‘Right,’ Summer said. That sounded worse than her dad.
    ‘Isn’t he wonderful? And the sex is just …’
    ‘Yes?’ Summer perked up. Finally Molly had something interesting to say.
    ‘Amazing. You have no idea. Multiples of multiple orgasms every night. God, I’m exhausted from coming.’
    ‘Really?’ Summer hated to admit it, but she hadn’t hada boyfriend since the