Chapter 23

Terra came back with food and sat on the bed as Cattie urged me to sit up so I could eat and drink. Cassidy tried to feed me herself, but I told her I was OK enough to do that, and sent her to clean herself up in the washroom. She scrubbed off her makeup and washed her face, not wanting to re-apply anything before coming back to me and just hugging my arm as I finished the burger. There was still a red mark on her cheek from Cattie’s slap, but it didn’t look like it would bruise.

“Thank you,” I said to Terra. “And I’m sorry you got looped into this. I- This is embarrassing.”

“It’s trauma,” Terra said. “You should really book some therapy, both of you.”

“Already done,” I said. “Individual and couples.”

She nodded, then turned to Cattie. “You handled yourself well, other than the slap.”

Cattie told Terra a bit about her own experience with infidelity, and how she was slowly finishing up her degree in Psychology with a focus on the field after her experiences with her parents. The slap was definitely not part of her training. Eventually, Terra patted my knee and told me to get some rest, then took my empty plate and left us in the room. Soon I was laying down again, spooned up behind Cassidy as she pulled my arms around her, and I was surprised to have Cattie spoon up behind me. They were both over the covers and I was under, and it felt fucking good, but they were both still in bikinis.

I decided I didn’t care, and tried to just focus on my breathing instead of the thoughts in my head. Cattie and Cassidy kept talking - I was pretty sure Cattie apologized for slapping her, and Cassidy refused the apology on the grounds that she deserved it. They talked quietly and held me. I might have dozed off once or twice, but I came back to full consciousness when the voice echoed in the hallway.

“What the fuck?” Heather said, then she called louder. “Cattie, are you down here?”

Cattie sighed and let go of me, sliding off the bed and going to the door. She stepped out and closed it behind her, but we could still hear her in the hallway.

“Sorry, babe, I-”

“What the fuck, why do you look like you were just choking on a cock?” Heather interrupted her.

“What? Oh,” Cattie replied. “I was crying earlier. Look, I’m just having a conversation with Cass and Robbie, and it got a little intense. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“Cattie, I didn’t say you could just leave,” Heather said.

I frowned at this, and I felt Cassidy tense a little in my arms. What the fuck?

“I know, and I said I’m sorry,” Cattie said again. “But this was important. We talked about this when I agreed. I need to have time with my friends and for work.”

“And we also agreed that we would make clear notice when the game was on and off,” Heather said. “That’s not one-sided. You agreed to be my full-time Sub for this trip. I decide things, not you.”

“Heather, I-”

“Am I wrong?” Heather demanded.

“No, Mistress,” Cattie replied.

“What the hell?” Cassidy whispered to me.

“Then what do you have to say for yourself?”

“May I please return to my friends and continue my conversation, Mistress?” Cattie asked quietly. “It was important.”

“You can go say goodbye, and then clean yourself up. You look like a fucking whore, and only I get to decide when you look like a whore,” Heather said. “Then come back upstairs. When you find me, you’ll take off your top and ask me to lotion you up. I can’t believe you let that idiot put his hands on you.”