I would like to thank my editor Brutal_One without you I would be lost!
An image of this powerful dark-haired six foot man towering over me as I lay there feeling anxious, awaiting his instruction and touch.
What are you doing? Why would you leave yourself open and vulnerable like this?
With the feeling of a gooey substance starting to slide down the big toe on my right foot, I began trying to move away from it, but my ankles were bound together. It didn't hurt; the rope felt soft like silk on my skin, sending tingling sensations up my legs when I tried to move them.
I was lying on my back in this motel bed wearing nothing but a cream satin knee-length slip. The lace edging was tickling my thighs. JR's red silk tie wrapped around my head twice, covering my eyes. The feeling of my dark wavey hair spread like a halo around the pillow. I could see a glimpse of light when I strained my eyes downwards towards my feet. I had no idea what I was in for when he told me he had been obsessed with my feet. He had been dreaming of touching them since he first laid eyes on them.
I had never known anybody who had a fascination with feet, but I decided to turn over a new leaf in life and live a little. I was recently divorced. How could I say no when the offer from JR was tempting me to try something new and exciting.
We had been sitting next to each other at work for just over a year. I've always taken JR as Mr nice guy opening doors for me. When I passed by him in the tearoom or left the office, he would step to the side, looking down towards the floor. Now I realize it was so he could look at my feet. I never thought of anything else but pure hospitality. He has a very slight southern drawl, never saying much, but when he did speak, he spoke very well and never overstepped the workplace relationship. He knew I was married, Everyone could see the wedding photo on my desk, but he never asked about my personal life when we ate lunch together, just the usual chit chat everyday boredom.
Five months ago, I was making a coffee for myself in the tearoom; hearing JR come walking in heading towards the fridge, he brought the milk over, getting another cup of the shelf to make himself a cup. My phone went ding. I knew it was a message from my husband Brad as it was his message tone picking up my phone; I opened the text message waiting for his picture to download. Gasping as I saw Brad taking a picture of himself getting a blowjob off some tramp with the caption, "Once again, she is smashing. Thanks for the recommendation, champ!" Tears welling in my eyes, I dropped my phone, knocking both cups off the bench, turning around, looking up at JR. Not knowing what to do, I fell into his arms, sobbing.
Everything after that was a blur. I don't remember much except JR sitting me down, cleaning up the mess I had made, and asking me what I wanted to do. I told him I didn't know apart from wanting to find Brad punch him while asking who the fuck that tramp was? And for how long had he been cheating on me? Deep down inside. Unfortunately, being the kind of person that I am, I knew this would not happen. Maybe this is why he cheated on me. I was too easy to fool.
I remember waking up in JR's apartment telling me there was no way he could save my phone. He managed to get the sim card out and offered me his spare phone to use till I could sort out a new one for myself. He was so sweet to me. Why didn't I see it sooner? In one of his oversized shirts, he had me wrapped up in a soft blanket on his giant dark brown leather masculine couch. I must have looked like a tiny doll. JR sitting next to me, my legs were draped over his lap, he had a look of pain in his eyes, I felt awkward when I went to move my legs off his lap, JR flinched putting his hands on top of my feet as if to tell me not to move them away. He looked me in the eyes and I could feel the heat radiating from his fingers not realizing this was drawing a reaction from my inner thighs. I looked up at him and he offered for me to stay as long as I needed, he would do anything to help me.
It has been nearly a year since my divorce. JR was by my side the whole time, holding me when I needed to cry, bringing me food to make sure I was eating. He was sent from above. I don't know what I would have done without him. JR learnt all about my life as we became closer every day.