“Let’s stay in bed all day and watch movies,” he suggested.
“As long as I don’t have to move, I’m down with that.”
“I’ll order Chinese?”
She shook her body.
“Pizza?”
“Better,” she mumbled into the pillow.
“Okay, this is how Sunday movie day works,” he explained, snuggling closer to her.
She turned her face from the pillow so she could look at him. “There are rules to watching movies?”
“To Hangover Sunday Movie Day. Of course.”
Sinead smiled, which was amazing given how much her head hurt.
“We have to pick a decade and then we each get to pick a movie and the other one has to watch it.”
“Deal.”
“Excellent. Let’s do the eighties. I pick… The Goonies.”
Sinead wrinkled her nose.
“No, sorry. You have to watch it. The whole thing.”
Then an evil thought came to her. “Fine. I pick Pretty in Pink.”
“Pretty in Pink. But that’s a girl movie,” he complained.
“Sorry. I didn’t make the rules. I’m just following them.”
He grumbled, he mumbled, but secretly she thought he really liked it.
* * *
Wednesday
“How did your appointments go today?”
It was late. Cherise was behind the counter and they were both sipping on coffee. This time she made him sit on the opposite side of the booth so there would be no funny business.
Which was a shame because she liked the funny business, but she also just liked spending time with him. Listening to him talk about the mundane was the most fascinating thing she ever heard as long as he said it.
He frowned. “Well, I suppose. I was back at the law office. Did I mention I hate lawyers?”
“On many occasions. What do you do there all day?”
He made a face, as if some bad smelling thing had been wafted under his nose.
“I don’t want to talk about work. I want to talk about what we’re going to do on your day off tomorrow.”
Sinead thought about it. An idea popped into her head and she just blurted it out loud.
“I want to wear my fancy dress again.”
He smiled slowly and she knew he understood. “My lovely likes to dress up like a princess sometimes, and I like that she likes it. Okay, love. Consider it a date, but when I get you home tomorrow night I’m going to live out the fantasy I had when you were standing on the rise in that department store.”
Sinead swallowed a sip of coffee. “Yum.”
* * *
Thursday
“Change in plans. Take off your panties.”
Sinead shuddered at the command. She started to undo the zipper at her back when he stopped her.
“No, no. Leave the dress and the shoes on. Just your panties. I’ve decided I don’t want to rip your beloved dress after all, which had been my original fantasy. Now I have a new one.”
They had just gotten back from the most delicious meal she could ever imagine. Although since The French Laundry was considered by many to be one of the finest restaurants in the country, if not the world, that was not a surprise.
Standing in his living room, she gave him a saucy smile. What would have made her skittish a few weeks ago now just set her body on fire. Whatever he wanted, she wanted to try because she was comforted in knowing wherever he took her she was safe with him. Safe and pleasured.
Slowly, she ran her hands down her thighs, then just as slowly up under the skirt of the dress while he took a seat in the leather recliner in front of her.
It was a tight fit and she had to wiggle. Maybe less than she was actually wiggling but he seemed to enjoy her show if the erection in his pants was any indication. As if sensing where her eyes were lingering, he put his hands over his crotch and stroked himself.
She bit her bottom lip and watched as he casually undid his belt and unfastened the buttons on his pants, reaching inside his boxer briefs to pull his cock out. She loved watching him touch himself. Loved watching his hand move so confidently over what she considered to be hers now. Her cock, her toy, her instrument of pleasure.
“Pay attention to your task, love.”
Her panties were still around her thighs, as she’d given up her strip show in favor of watching his. She finished her task and delicately stepped out of them, careful not wobble in her spiky heels.
She tossed them at his feet, her eyes still glued to his dick as he slowly pumped himself. Watching the pressure he applied, how he rubbed his precum around the head. It was as if she needed to study exactly what he did so she could do it perfectly when he allowed her to touch him.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Say it.”
She hesitated, then gave him what he wanted. “I want your cock.”