[Recap: While trying to get his wife pregnant, Aidan has come up with a game to spice up their love life. It appears to be harmless enough, so Rosa reluctantly agrees. The previous round was bondage, with Aidan tying up Rosa in the gym and pushing her to her limit. Is it time for a reset?]
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CONSEQUENCES
Rosa gradually surfaces, wrapped in white cotton sheets, throwing off the ragged traces of a dream. She stretches, but her body is stiff. Memories of the night before start to bubble to the surface. She rolls over, her arm trailing out over Aidan's side of the bed, but it's empty. She's alone.
There's music playing somewhere, a top-twenties tune on the radio. She swings her legs out of bed and sits up with an effort. She's completely naked and can smell a particular scent on her skin. It's the odour of sex, dried on overnight because Aidan had put her straight to bed. She remembers his arms around her, holding her, comforting her, and then a deep blackness.
Steeling herself, Rosa stands up, ready for the protests of her strained muscles after being suspended and hogtied, but feels surprisingly okay. She's sore between her legs and stiff in her belly, like she's done too many sit-ups, but otherwise she just feels like yesterday was a heavy training day. Gingerly, she makes her way into the bathroom and turns on the shower, letting it run for a while until it heats up. She steps into the warm water, letting it flow over her naked skin, rivulets forming between her pert breasts, directing the water down over her trim, flat stomach and between her legs. Gradually, the reminders of the previous evening wash away.
Afterwards, dressed casually in cotton shorts and a baggy t-shirt, she follows the sound of music into the kitchen. Aidan is there, tidying up his breakfast dishes, already dressed in his exercise shorts and sweat top. It's Saturday, so it's his day to head into the gym while she has the day off at home.
"You're early," she says from the doorway.
She's leaning against the wood, dark hair wrapped up in a towel, her long, toned legs bare. Aidan turns around, clearly surprised to see her. She watches her husband's eyes travel down her body.
"Sorry, I was letting you sleep in," he says, then grimaces, turning off the radio. "Did the music wake you up?"
"Nah, I was awake anyway. I needed a shower. You going into work already?"
"Yeah. I need to clean the scene before anyone else arrives."
Rosa grabs some muesli from the cupboard and makes herself some breakfast.
"There's coffee if you want it."
She shakes her head. "I might just get the food down and go back to bed."
Aidan picks up the car keys but doesn't leave. Instead, he goes up to his wife, sliding his arms around her waist and holding her close.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, just exhausted."
She feels his arms around her, and it invokes the memory of him buried inside her as she dangled, helpless, wrapped in the rope yesterday evening. She shivers.
"You sure you're okay?"
Rosa looks up at her husband, sees the concern on his face. He's just Aidan now, not her tormentor from before. The bet is over, but the memory still lingers. Rosa takes a deep breath.
"You did things to me last night that I didn't agree to."
Aidan stiffens, suddenly defensive.
"Rosa, you could have stopped it any time, but you didn't."
Rosa can hear the tone in his voice, but she doesn't back down. "You went too far," she says.
"Like you did with the cock cage, or forcing me to wear the lingerie, you mean?"
Neither of them speaks for a long moment, motionless.
"You're going to be late," Rosa chides.
"I guess."
Aidan detaches himself from her arms and heads towards the door. Before he can leave, she calls out.
"What about the video?"
Aidan stops. "Videos," he says.
"What?"
"Videos, plural. I took a few, at different points."
"I want to see."
"Sure, I'll show you them tonight. They're still on my phone."
Rosa puts her bowl down on the kitchen table. "No. I want to see," she repeats, firmly.
Aidan's shoulders slump and he disappears into the lounge. A moment later, he's back with the laptop in hand. She watches him tap a few buttons on his phone and then he hands the laptop to her.
"There. I gotta go. Ring me?"
"Sure," she replies, her eyes on the screen. She only looks up when she hears the front door close and the apartment is plunged into towering silence.
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Aidan gets to the gym only five minutes before the rest of the team is due to arrive. He moves fast, retrieving the chair from where he's left it in front of the weight machine, coiling the electrical cord. Despite having put down the sheet, some of Rosa's moisture had seeped through and there is a stain on the matting. Aidan gets a mop and is still cleaning the patch when Jaden comes through the door. He greets Aidan with a nod. Aidan looks around: nothing out of place. No sign of what he'd put Rosa through the previous evening.
He and Jaden exchange pleasantries, but Aidan's not feeling it. His mind is still on his wife, drifting back to what they had done yesterday. He feels guilty, pushing her like that, forcing her to cum over and over, feeling his cock in his pants, rock-hard and aching to slip inside her. He had wanted payback, to prove to her that he was able to make her beg the same way that she'd caged and denied him until he'd begged, humiliating him for her own pleasure. When he'd taken the tape off her mouth and she'd meekly asked to suck him as instructed, he had almost ejaculated straight away. Too far. Way too far. But he hadn't been able to stop.
Aidan looks up, distracted by a voice. Jaden is calling to him from the reception desk: his seven thirty personal session has arrived. With an effort, Aidan pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind, trying to bury them for now. It was the wrong thing to do, but he has to get through the day.
Cassidy greets him warmly, and he remembers that she's asked for an early Saturday slot. She's standing by the desk in a light pink exercise bra and matching full-length tights, with a yoga mat slung over one shoulder. She hasn't covered up with a jacket, she doesn't need to go and change from her street clothes; Cass has walked in the front door from the car park in skin-tight lycra that shows off every curve of her sculpted body, the body that Aidan has been working on with her ever since she first came to him with the idea. She has been growing her shoulder-length styled-blonde hair out and has it tied back in a ponytail that reaches down between her shoulder blades. The bra lifts and shapes her ample breasts, compressing them into a display of soft cleavage. Even though she's nearly a decade older than him, he feels a faint stirring as he looks at her. There's something more about her now, more self-assured, a lot less fragile that the woman who confessed to him that her husband was cheating.
He beckons her to follow him. Cass smiles, showing perfect white teeth. He notices her left hand clutched around the yoga mat's strap: something's missing.
"Like the new outfit?" she asks, playfully.
"It's new?"
"Like you don't know. You've seen every outfit I have by now."
They reach the machines. Aidan averts his eyes from the little dark spot on the mat that's still drying.
"It's definitely a step up on what you usually wear."
"No point hiding what you've done to me."
