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TWENTY-TWO: It Is My Purple Corset

Author: Aria Steele
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-18 05:00:52

By the time Nora wakes up the next day, David has already left. He barely got any sleep, tossing and turning over everything that happened in the last fourty-eight hours.

Kissing his secretary, kissing his submissive. The two things that he should never have done, and he did them both in the same fucking day.

Nora, he understands why he’s did it. But at The Red Room… he can’t place the reason. He can’t quite put it into words yet. Something in his body acted before his brain could stop it.

So he’s headed to the office early, with the intention that he will try and get something done by the time she gets there, and so he can try and work out what he is supposed to say to her.

~

He called The Red Room and cancelled his session for that night. Sel told me straight after he spoke to her.

I can’t say that I’m surprised to be honest.

Sel doesn’t mention the kiss. I’m expecting her to, seeing as she would have been on the cameras, but she never says a word. Her
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