Night seven of domination week was a Sunday, and James and Sarah found themselves right back where the whole thing had started. James sat on the couch looking through the entertainment section of the Sunday paper, preparing to begin the crossword puzzle. Sarah was perusing sale circulars and clipping coupons. Looking in through the window on the serene scene, no one would guess the things they had been up to that week.
James looked over at Sarah and smiled.
"Is there something in the paper you'd like to talk about?"
"No. Nothing at all."
"Are you sure, darling?"
"Well, there is this one article about how women are wanting to do more to please their men…"
"Nice, try, darling…but I think I've done quite a bit to please you the last few days. If it wasn't enough, you have no one but yourself to blame."
"Oh, no complaints here. How about you? Have you fulfilled your every desire?"
"Almost…"
"Dare I ask what's left that you'd like to do?"
"I want to take a bath with you."
"That's it? That's all you want?"
"Yes."
"All right. Go in the bedroom and take off your clothes."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. Go take off your clothes."
"You know our tub isn't big enough for both of us."
"Just go and get naked and we'll figure something out." Sarah looked at him for a moment and got up from the table. She walked into the bedroom. As soon as she was out of sight, James moved quickly but quietly to the phone. He flipped through the yellow pages quickly and dialed the numbers. He found what he was looking for on the second call.
James walked to the bedroom doorway to find Sarah. She sat at the vanity, her back to him, pinning up her hair. He walked to the dresser and removed the sweatshirt and sweat pants he had been lounging in. He reached in a drawer and pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans and a T-shirt. He quickly put them on.
"Are you ready, Sarah?"
"Yes. Why don't you start the water? Make it warm but not hot." She turned to look at him. "What are you doing? Are you planning to take a bath in your clothes?"
"Slight change of plans. We'll be bathing out today."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I've arranged for a larger tub, so we can take a bath together. So put on some shoes and let's go."
"Just shoes?"
"Yes. We're going to take a bath. You won't need anything else."
"James, tell me what's going on."
"Trust, remember? We trust each other. Now, put on some shoes, and one of your long coats. We're going to take a little drive, and then we'll take a bath together."
Sarah hugged the coat close around her naked body as they walked outside. James had chosen a pair of her highest heels for her to wear, and she was careful how she walked, since stumbling would have meant exposing herself to anyone who might be watching. She was also careful to keep the bottom closed as she swung her legs into the car. James steadfastly refused to answer her questions as they drove through the light Sunday traffic. He would only smile. However, the plan became clear to Sarah as they pulled into the Marriott parking lot.
"Well, here we are. Ready?"
"I can't go in like this."
"Of course you can."
"What will the clerk think?"
"He'll think you're cold," James said, smiling. He stroked Sarah's cheek. "Listen, you don't have to do what I say today, but just walk in like you own the place and it'll be fine. Then we'll have the rest of the day to enjoy. Here," he said, handing her a pair of her sunglasses. "Put these on. You'll be totally anonymous."
"I don't see why I couldn't have put on some clothes…"
"You'd just have to take them off again. Besides, this way is more fun, don't you think?"
"For you, obviously," Sarah said, gazing at James sternly. "Why did you get to wear the pants in the family today, anyway?"
"Because a woman wearing nothing but a raincoat is sexy, but a man wearing nothing but a raincoat is a misdemeanor." James opened the door and got out without waiting for a response. When he went around to Sarah's door and pulled the handle, it was unlocked. She stepped out reluctantly and put the sunglasses on. They walked in arm-in-arm, Sarah clutching her coat closed.
"Hello. I have a reservation. James Smith." James noticed right away the youth of the clerk. And the clerk noticed Sarah's coat right away as well. He tried to look at James, but his gaze kept moving down and to the left.
"Yes, you have our deluxe suite. For one night, correct?"
"That's right."
"Would you like to put that on a credit card?"
"Yes." The young man imprinted and processed the card, all the while meticulously not looking at Sarah. James had to suppress a smile at his obvious curiosity.
"You'll be in Suite 1204. Would you like any help with your luggage?"
"No, I think we have everything we need. Thank you." James took the key, then grabbed Sarah's hand and they turned to go to the elevators. James knew without looking that the young clerk's gaze was following them as they walked.
"Give him a little smile, Sarah," James said. "It'll make his day." Sarah slapped him on the arm. "I'm serious." Sarah gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Just as they were about to turn the corner to the bank of elevators, she looked back, slid the sunglasses down her nose, and blew the clerk a kiss. Then she gave him a wicked smile as they moved out of his sight. As soon as the elevator door closed behind them, James and Sarah cracked up laughing.
"You've still got it, baby," James said, kissing her on the nose. He pressed her back against the back wall of the elevator and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hand under her coat and up between her thighs. She instinctively grabbed his wrist to stop him. James looked at her, his lips still pressed to hers, and smiled. He backed away just as the elevator doors opened on the twelfth floor.
"Let's go get wet," James said, pulling Sarah after him.
The room was more than worthy of the title 'suite'. They walked through the door and saw the king-size bed. Beyond that the far wall was all one large window looking out on the city below. There were even skylights, making the room even brighter. The sun's rays shone down on the centerpiece of the room, the large hot tub. It looked large enough to fit four comfortably, with a ledge ringing the outside to sit on. It even came complete with beverage holders.
"Now there's a tub worth bathing in."
"Oh, darling, it looks wonderful. You're a genius for thinking of this."
"Finally, some recognition. May I take your coat, madam?"
"Why certainly, kind sir," Sarah said, and slipped off the coat. James went to the closet and hung up the coat. He was right next to the door of the suite.
"Now, my beautiful wife and Dominatrix slash submissive toy. Make yourself comfortable in whatever way you see fit. I'll be right back." James picked up the room key and headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I have to go pick up a few things in ye old gift shop."
"Like what?"
"So impatient…" James said as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. He walked quickly down the hall in case Sarah thought to follow him.
Sarah stood for a moment surprised at James' sudden departure. What could he possibly need right this moment that couldn't wait? It came to her in a flash that he was downstairs right then talking to the clerk about joining them in the suite. She saw it all in one moment of clarity. Enticing the poor boy that way, having her walk in wearing just the coat, so obviously naked underneath. Then telling her to blow him a kiss. Her devious husband was setting her up for a threesome with that befuddled young lad.
Well, she thought to herself, I may just call his bluff. She walked over to the full-length mirror on the closet door to admire herself. She stood there naked except for her high-heeled shoes, admiring her luscious curves. She ran her hands up her sides slowly, feeling the goosebumps forming on her skin. She crossed her arms across her breasts, then raised them up over her head. She gently caressed her breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers. She briefly fantasized that she was stripping in front of a two-way mirror with the young clerk on the other side watching and waiting for his cue to come into the room. She stroked her fingers across her stomach. Then she slid her hand down and over her mound, cupping her pussy in her hands. She had just the smallest amount of peach fuzz growing back from the night James had shaved her. She slid her fingers between her lips and felt the moisture just starting to form. She turned back and forth to look at herself. She turned to look at her ass, and gave herself a hard spank on the cheek. I'm ready for anything, she thought to herself.
James took his time in the gift shop looking for the things he would need. His mind wondered as he looked around. What was Sarah up to in the room? Was she in the hot tub at that very moment, her hand between her legs stroking herself as the heat and motion of the water relaxed her? Was she calling room service, hoping some husky young man would greet her at the door? Maybe she had found the adult channel on the in-house cable and was getting herself warmed up. James had to consciously slow himself down. Whatever she was up to, he wanted Sarah to have time to anticipate what earthly delights would await her upon his return. He hoped to find her naked and waiting when he walked through the door. He felt a stirring in his groin, and realized he was feeling anticipation and longing in ways he hadn't felt in a long time. He strode quickly to the counter to pay for his purchases and went back upstairs.
Sarah was still standing naked in front of the mirror when she heard the key in the lock. She made a mad dash for the bathroom as her courage suddenly failed her.
"Are you alone?" she whispered, peaking her head out from the bathroom as James walked in.
