Author's note:
Thank you
to my co-creator and editor, the Brit.
In previous chapters:
Dan, a cop, had attempted suicide after assaulting his ex-wife/sub, and ended up at the hospital, where he met Nurse Sandra.
Their relationship grew gradually, until finally they became lovers. Dan was reluctant to dominate Sandra, but with his shrink's blessing they did start playing. It was all fun and games, until he forgot the condom in the heat of the moment...
Now Sandra is pregnant, and some big decisions need to be made. Dan wants her to keep the baby, but Sandra isn't sure - so for now, they've agreed to give it more time and thought.
In this chapter: building trust in play - but is it enough?
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She wants to play, too.
Her willingness, her need for me, for
this
, even with that yet-to-be-made decision looming dark in the background, means the world to me. Gratitude and need churn in my belly..
I'm going to make this one so good for her. I'm going to give her a taste of one of her wishlist items; one I told her I won't be able to. But I've thought of a way to make it work...
I've been playing this session in my head on-and-off for weeks; have thought of little else all day today, after I'd purchased my props. Still, I wasn't sure she'd be in the mood for actual play, things being as they were. Now, I cannot wait to start.
"Go run a shower then, babygirl. I have some setting up to do."
Her eyes light up. "Wow... setup? Really?!", she counters cheekily, her smile stretching across her upturned face, and I swear I can feel my heart swell in my chest.
Who knew I'd love her sass so much?
I think, but manage to contain my answering grin.
This wouldn't be as much fun if I went all squishy-soft on her...
"Are you questioning my instructions, babygirl?" I ask mildly instead.
She gasps, "Oh, no sir!", and I chuckle and turn her by the shoulders so she is perfectly situated for my smarting, open-palm spank on her cotton-clad bottom. Sandra squeals and scurries quickly towards her bedroom; I hear the door to her bathroom open and close, followed by her shower head spray spurting to life.
Good.
Grabbing my bag I set out to work in her room, stripping her bed from all its blankets and pillows, folding and piling them all on the dresser instead. Then I move to take out my latest purchase from the bag: several coils of purple, soft cotton rope.
I chuckle at my own choice of color. I know she'd appreciate it, would know I'd chosen it because it was her favorite.
Plus, it's going to look sensational against her skin.
Sandra's bed has no posts or bars to secure the ropes to, but that's not a problem - I've got enough rope to work with. Bending low, I tie one length of rope to the top left leg of her bed, then bring it up to lay it over the mattress, pointing towards the center. Moving to the next leg I repeat the process, working my way around the bed so that when I'm done there are four stretches of ropes laid out on her bed, forming an incomplete X-shape.
I then move on to tie a ring knot at the end of each rope, using my own body to estimate the right measures. Working methodically it takes only a couple of minutes to complete the job, and then all that's left to do is place one firm cushion at the very center of the bed and cover it - as well as the ring knots - with a large, fluffy white towel fetched from her closet.
If I play my part right, by the end of tonight this towel would be soaked.
I feel my dick twitch inside my jeans at the thought.
Taking a breath to calm myself I look around, then move on to the second part of my preparations. I pick up the pile of pillows and blankets from the dresser and carry it over to the living room, and dump them on the sofa. Next, I clear the two small nightstands on both ends of the bed, stuffing Sandra's book and her cell phone and charger into a drawer. From my bag I take out the half-dozen candles I bought, each filling its thick glass holder almost to the brim, and place them around the room, then finally light them up one by one.
Soon, their light scent drifts and curls as it mixes with the cool breeze coming from the still-open window. I walk over and close it, then draw the curtains shut. The room is thrown into deep shadow, softened by bright circles of light around the flickering candles.
I cannot wait to see her naked in this light.
The shower stops running.
Right. Just on time.
I inhale deeply and then release the air slowly, letting my tension go with it, leaving pure excitement behind. My body feels charged, alive; my muscles ripple with energy. I flex and release my fingers to let some of it go, and when that's not enough I shake my arms, hard.
Yeah, that's better. Phew.
The door slides open.
Sandra steps out of the shower completely naked, her wet hair brushed back from her flushed face, her smooth skin damp. She takes in the transformed ambiance in her bedroom, scanning the candles burning all around us, though my body blocks her bed from view. Her blue gaze lights up before it meets mine and darkens, her obvious desire mirroring my own. The air between us seems to crackle with expectation.
"Come here, babygirl." My voice is low, thick; she smiles faintly and steps forward as I step back, then stop. She stands right in front of me, hands at her sides, chin up, shoulders back, breathing fast.
She's excited.
Knowing she needs this, wants this, makes my blood boil in urgency. At the same time, the added weight of responsibility centers me, stabilizes me as it settles low in my belly.
Here we go.
With a brief smile, I lift my hands to trail my fingertips lightly along her arms, and watch the goose-bumps flare on her skin in response.
So pretty.
"My beautiful babygirl."
She smiles tentatively. I bend to place a light kiss on her lips.
"Ready to play?"
Sandra nods, and I level my look at her. "Words, babygirl. When in session, use your words to answer my questions."
