It wasnāt uncommon for Drew to drag Nora out to the beach, but on his days off and alone, he had a tendency to go to the gym. It was simply too nice of an evening to take the weather for granted and roll into a gym, when he knew of a path that stopped at a typically empty alcove. The dom sat quietly on the shoreline, shirt sticking to his torso after heād finished his run on the sand. His calves burned as the fallen waves rolled up to lap at his bare feet, shoes and socks discarded behind him when heād sat down. The sun falling lower at a quick pace, a soft flow behind a patchwork of clouds and he closed his eyes as he remembered similar days just a handful of years earlier where he hadnāt felt alone at all.Ā
Try as he might, Drew knew the familiar irritable need that could no longer be ignored through a busy schedule and small means of assigning tasks to the submissives below him at work. Glad no one could see him in his misery because he ended his run in a small alcove, Drew slumped back on to the sand and groaned, eyes closed as he tried not to think about anything at all. Whether it had been a few minutes or an hour, someone managed to find him, their voice not quite loud enough to be heard over the waves.Ā āSorry, didnāt catch that...ā Drew peaked through his long eyelashes at the person silhouetted by the setting sun behind them, not able to immediately know if he knew them or what they wanted.
