Love and History(28)

Sitting up, she stretched her body. She missed the restraints and attention already. “More later?”

He sat on the bed next to her and held her. “Definitely later. I love you. That was wonderful.”

She kissed him. “You’re amazing with that crop, Scott. I like paddles, too.”

Grinning, he stroked her tender ass. “What else?”

“I love you,” she said.

“I meant what else do you want sexually?”

“So many things with you.” She hugged him tight and felt a twinge of pain as her nipples met his hard chest and rough chest hair.

“Anything specific? Other than the paddle, of course.” He kissed the top of her head and moved away.

Pouting, she decided to request the double. “You fucking me with that butt plug in my ass.”

He returned with a bottle of lotion and gingerly applied it. “That’s entirely doable. We could do that at work.”

“At work?” A thrill shot through her.

“We’re a couple. We both have offices. I’m not going to do anything elaborate that might give away our secret lifestyle, but you can have the plug in for a bit and I can have my way with you over lunch. Like it?”

The thrill of possibly being caught or even just using a toy at work turned her on. She nodded. “We can do it here, too. While I’m tied up and helpless. You can make me take both ways.”

“Bigger plug?” he asked.

“Maybe. Can I see your collection?” she asked.

“After dessert. Your skin is so hot. I think a little ice cream is in order.” He held out a hand.

She took it and knew neither of them would let go.





Chapter Eight



One Month Later…

Posting a commentary about bedroom Doms to his girlfriend’s site, Scott hoped the secure portal Nelson had set up worked. If Nelson could hack the blog so could others, and at Scott’s insistence, Nelson had taken over the ownership and security of it. Nelson gave better advice to readers, but Scott had done his best at the insistence of his sub.

He reread the bit about how with some basic rules, confidence, and practice a couple could play without going to a club or dungeon. Pride built up in him. She’d started this blog, but it’d grown and he was happy to contribute. He was amazed at how his life had changed in a month. He had attended his first BSDM fetish group pizza social night and had seen how Bridget beamed introducing him around. It’d certainly been worth the small talk. He’d given a few tips here and there to newer Doms.

Now, he had a live-in girlfriend who cooked, subbed and didn’t hate the Military channel as long as he sat through an Austen or Shakespeare film when she felt like it. People actually treated him a little differently at work, knowing he was in a serious relationship. He hadn’t realized he was in a shell until Bridget dragged him out of it.

She’d even entertained his father and the younger-than-Bridget woman Dad was dating when they’d blown into town. Scott was due to meet her big family over Easter. Then they’d be off to spring break. The first year would be traditional, lying on beach and playing in private.

He heard the sharp heel clicks of Bridget’s pumps coming down the hall and closed his laptop. She opened the door and ran in without even knocking. “I got it!”

Standing up in time, he caught her in a bear hug. There was only one thing that would make her this happy, except for him. “Tenure? I knew you’d do it.”

“It’s official now.” She kissed him.

He let her slide down his body and land on her feet. “We have to celebrate.”

“Fancy restaurant?” she asked.

“I was thinking a little bigger.” He opened his computer.

She sat on his desk. “We’re going away for spring break. Let’s not blow too much money. A nice dinner and some wine with you is all I need.”

“Nope, I want you all to myself for the entire weekend.”

“Done,” she said.

“Here.” He brought up a bed-and-breakfast a few towns away. “Private suites with huge four poster beds.”

“You just want to tie me to the posts. We should buy a bed like that.” She kissed him.

“Shhh, you didn’t lock the door.” He knew the department was nosy about their relationship.

“Please, normal people tie each other up for fun sometimes. Just Friday and Saturday nights so we can be back by Sunday afternoon.” She smiled.

Talking her into the weekend trip wasn’t too hard. “You’ve got tenure, relax.” He pinched her rear.

She smacked his hand. “The door is open. I’d be just as happy with a bottle of champagne and take out for dinner.”