He and Bridget weren’t a perfect match. He wasn’t well versed in Shakespeare. The stories about kings? Sure, he knew those but not the comedies. He pulled up Much Ado About Nothing and downloaded the book to his phone. Perhaps, he’d rent the movie online as well. That’d give him the basics quicker than wading through the old English. Literature wasn’t his area.
Just then his phone beeped with a message. Finally!
Bridget texted that she’d polished up a few rough edges and sent off the paper for submission. She was free tonight and tomorrow, if he was still interested.
He set down the phone without responding. His own eagerness made him pause and take stock. Hell yes, he wanted her here and now. And he did want her to give proper attention to her career. That didn’t mean he had to jump the second she was available.
* * * *
A few hours later, he’d battled through the Cliff Notes version of the story, made his grocery list, braved the store at an hour of the day he dreaded and put everything away. She hadn’t texted again.
He smiled. She’d passed the test by not being too needy. Scott knew she had friends and a life. Some subs threw it all away to be devoted to anyone who would spank them. Not Bridget. She wasn’t begging for attention except in bed.
After texting her that he’d be by in an hour if she was free and to let him know if she wasn’t, he went into the bedroom and grabbed the handcuffs he hadn’t used on her a couple nights ago. She wasn’t new to BDSM, but he enjoyed easing into things and finding what she liked. There was no rush to things.
In jeans and a college T-Shirt, he slid the handcuffs into his back left pocket and protection in the back right. When he checked his phone, she’d texted to assure him she was free and would whip up something for dinner.
Her excitement came through, and he shared it. He was hungry for more than her cooking. He downloaded the movie and forced himself to watch half an hour while planning what he’d do to her. A good Dom did his homework and so did a good companion.
When he arrived fifteen minutes early, Bridget was casually dressed in jeans and a V-neck blue T-shirt that showed a bit of cleavage. Her feet were bare, and her hair was clipped up. “Come in; it’s almost ready.”
She kissed him as he stepped in the door, and he held her for a second. “I think I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve seen you in pants. Only when there’s deep snow.”
“Oh, that. I like jeans for the weekends. I wear shorts at the gym.” She turned to the stove and stirred a pot. “But I think I look better in skirts.”
That was only half the story. He studied her ass in the low-riding, worn denim. “I think this looks very nice for cooking and housework.”
She gave him a smile. “I was going to change before you got here, but I didn’t want anything to burn. You’re a tad early.”
“Want me to go wait in the hall?” he asked.
“Not a chance.” She snapped off the stove and dished out the food. “Sit.”
He let her serve the food this time. Saucy rice, chicken with a buttery glaze and garlic rolls. Not bad for short notice.
“Wine?” she offered.
“A little, thanks.” He sipped it but never drank much when he intended to play.
“Should I change?” she asked before sitting.
“No, you won’t be wearing it long.” He smiled.
She sat and ate. “What did you do today?”
“Just the usual. Groceries, the gym and a little bill paying. Paper grading. I might show my class some clips from the Tudors regarding Henry the Eight.”
She nodded. “I think sometimes dramas can help students relate to history. Everything is so visual and interactive these days.”
They fell into easy conversation about the monarchs of England, and he made sure she switched to water after one glass of wine just as he did. Talking to her was too easy. After the dishes were cleared, she looked toward the hall. “I should change. This isn’t sexy.”
He stood in her path. “So you want to play with me more?”
She bowed her head slightly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Take off your clothes right now. No need to change.” He folded his arms.
The smile on her face was priceless as she tugged off her shirt and folded it before setting it on the coffee table. She brightened up any room, but he liked her neat and orderly apartment with the delicate couch and ladylike chairs. Soft greens and earth tones made it feel like her place.
Her jeans were off when he looked back. She wore cotton, bikini-cut panties again, but light blue today. The bra matched, and he got a nice view between her full breasts when she bent to remove the underwear. His cock stirred as she set aside the bra.