“Master, why did you go there, to a freakin’ biker house, without waiting for the others to get here?” I whispered.
“I needed to get there as fast as I could. In those situations, time is critical.”
“Weren’t you afraid?”
“In the moment, my concern for Xochi mattered most.”
“I’m so proud of you, Master.”
“I’m proud of you, Abby. Thanks for helping.”
It wasn’t lost on me that, if Lewis did this for Xochi, he’d surely do anything and everything in his power to protect me, no matter the risk.
“Didn’t you worry they’d beat the shit out of you? They are bikers!”
Lewis smiled. And I smiled. Then, I jumped up on him and kissed him again.
Later in the afternoon, Marjorie came to visit just as Xochi was waking up from her nap. The four of us ordered Thai food, and Lewis opened up a bottle of wine. Since Lewis and I were no longer in the network, the girls caught us up on the latest gossip and happenings. It was fun to catch-up.
At one point, Lewis returned to our bedroom to check his smart phone for work messages. Marjorie, Xochi, and I started giggling and getting mischievous in the living room. As soon as we heard Lewis put his cell away, we entered the bedroom. All three of us had removed our clothing, and it was time to thank our hero. Lewis smiled and sat back on the bed.
What straight man could say no to this?
All three of us descended upon him.
CHAPTER 21: HE’S HOME
Six months later…
It was one of those nights when everything seemed to be right with the world. Lewis and I were usually home together during the week, but not tonight. He had a business engagement that did not include ‘significant others’. This was a rare opportunity for me to be alone in the suite. When it happened in the past, Lewis would occasionally leave me a written to-do list. It would often involve something quirky and kinky. But on this occasion, there were no instructions. Hmmm, what should I do tonight?
Looking into the fridge, I spied the usual suspects. I decided on a plate of left-over stir-fry, heated it in the microwave, and sat in front of the TV to watch Entertainment Tonight, followed by TMZ. What was Lewis doing this very minute? Ok, Abby, stop thinking of him. Do something for yourself. But not that! I giggled to myself, and then remembered our conversation from the morning, before he left for the office. We were sitting at the island having breakfast. Lewis was having bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee. His strong, svelte body needed the nourishment, and sometimes, I wondered if he would always look this fit. I had fruit with a piece of buttered toast and orange pekoe tea.
I was tracing the design on the marble countertop with my finger when Lewis pulled me out of my daydream, “Abby, you know I have my business function tonight. You’ll be alone. Under no circumstances are you to touch yourself.”
“Yes, Sir” I replied, lowering my eyes. However while doing so, I winked for some reason, assuming he wouldn’t notice. I was being mischievous, but for no reason.
“That wink just might be a punishable offence.” With that he stood up, putting his plate in the sink.
“I better hit the road. Do not wait up for me as I’ll be late,” he said sardonically.
Luckily, the day passed quickly, but I really missed him once evening arrived. Normally he’d be walking though the door any minute. I decided to run a bath. We had a most luxurious bathroom with a sunken tub big enough for two. Well, not tonight. I found an old issue of Maxim magazine and sunk down into the warmth of the steaming water. I wish he hadn’t forbid me from touching myself. Should I anyway? I mean, how would he ever find out? I shook my head and kept flipping the magazine. Sophia Bush was on the cover. She looked hot. I decided that this would be a night to take care of other needs, such as pampering myself with a do-it-yourself spa.
Out of the bath, I toweled myself dry; my skin was sensitive to the touch. I was tingling everywhere. I gave myself a brazilin and a leg wax, until I felt soft and smooth. I lathered on vanilla body lotion. Massaging my own pert breasts felt nice. Surely, this was allowed? I blow dried my hair, then combed it, brushed my teeth and decided on an early bedtime.
Walking into my closet, I opened up the lingerie drawer, and there was my new baby-doll night gown. Made out of pale pink organza, it flowed over my curves nicely. I had just purchased it from Neiman Marcus and was glad that I had picked up the matching panties.
I checked my phone, no messages from Lewis. Oh well, he must be busy with his function so I crawled into bed and realized that after all, I was tired. I moved over to his side of the bed because his pillow smelled of him. Closing my eyes, I fell fast asleep.