ends at the bedroom door.”
Laura nodded at his words. “So being a sexual submissive is a private, between couples, kind of thing?”
“Good grief, all this is private and between couples, Laura. We don’t go around wearing leather thongs that we flash at a moment’s notice. There are subtle hints that others in the lifestyle might pick up on, but you aren’t going to find yourself on a leash behind Adam as you pick out frozen foods in the supermarket. If you do, let me know. I want pictures.”
Mark couldn’t hide his grin. “It really is quite funny. Here you are, queen of all you survey. High powered Priestess of Judicia, ruling a big firm with an iron and velvet fist. There’s hubby, dear sweet Adam, enriching the lives of innocent fourth graders with crayfish life cycles and the presidents of the USA. And who turns out to be the Dom?” Mark batted his eyelashes. “Why Adam the Gorgeous, of course.” Laura pressed her hands against her eyes. “I’m soooo glad this situation is providing entertainment for someone ,” she said dryly.
“Only me, darling. You know my lips are sealed tight.” He mimed zipping his mouth to Laura, who sighed again.
“Well, dear Mr. Submissive Zipped Lips, what the heck do I wear to a wake held in a Dungeon? To which I am to be accompanied by my newly-revealed Dom husband, and where it appears I will get to meet his former Pet. Or Pets, plural. I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Hmm.” Mark rested one elegant hip on the desk and pondered the question. “Well. One thing is for sure.”
Laura raised an eyebrow.
“We need to shop.”
* * * * *
Adam couldn’t believe that they were on their way to Master Granger’s wake. The last two days had been somewhat of a blur for him.
Both he and Laura had tiptoed around each other, carefully not mentioning the wild sex that had erupted between them, or the trip to the Dungeon that lay ahead. He was thankful, for once, for Laura’s unusual sexual response.
It had taken him a year or so into their relationship to get used to Laura’s habit of dropping off to sleep immediately after her orgasms. She’d apologized many times, but said it was just part of the way her body worked. Adam had mentioned it briefly to his doctor during one of his annual physicals, and been reassured that yes, it was quite normal for some women to enter the resolution phase of sexual arousal only to immediately relax so completely that their bodies slept.
He had just taken it as part and parcel of Laura, who she was, how she responded. It didn’t change the way he loved her, and God knew it had never affected the sex.
And God knew how long it had been since they’d exploded around each other like they had on Wednesday night.
Adam could sense the tension in Laura, however, as she sat next to him, gazing out of the car window.
She looked amazing.
His jaw had dropped as she came out of the bedroom to collect her bag.
Her hair was down, loose and shining around her shoulders, making her appear more vulnerable than usual. Her black pantsuit was a brilliantly cut exercise in sensuality.
The jacket was simple and understated, double breasted, with modest lapels. She wore it buttoned all the way, with a single strand of pearls at her neck. Adam could see no blouse.
The slim pants hugged her hips and fell to the tops of her ankle boots in a straight line of neatly creased fabric. As she turned, Adam noticed how snugly they caressed her buttocks. Not a line of underwear showed.
He couldn’t resist. He reached over and ran his hand over her bottom.
She jumped. “Adam!”
He grinned. “Couldn’t help it. I like this suit.” He’d felt not a trace of a panty. It was a strong possibility that his conservative lawyer wife was not wearing any underwear. His cock liked the thought. So did he.
“Well, I’m glad. After all, I have to meet Fay and her friends,” said Laura, not realizing that her voice reflected her
Laura nodded at his words. “So being a sexual submissive is a private, between couples, kind of thing?”
“Good grief, all this is private and between couples, Laura. We don’t go around wearing leather thongs that we flash at a moment’s notice. There are subtle hints that others in the lifestyle might pick up on, but you aren’t going to find yourself on a leash behind Adam as you pick out frozen foods in the supermarket. If you do, let me know. I want pictures.”
Mark couldn’t hide his grin. “It really is quite funny. Here you are, queen of all you survey. High powered Priestess of Judicia, ruling a big firm with an iron and velvet fist. There’s hubby, dear sweet Adam, enriching the lives of innocent fourth graders with crayfish life cycles and the presidents of the USA. And who turns out to be the Dom?” Mark batted his eyelashes. “Why Adam the Gorgeous, of course.” Laura pressed her hands against her eyes. “I’m soooo glad this situation is providing entertainment for someone ,” she said dryly.
“Only me, darling. You know my lips are sealed tight.” He mimed zipping his mouth to Laura, who sighed again.
“Well, dear Mr. Submissive Zipped Lips, what the heck do I wear to a wake held in a Dungeon? To which I am to be accompanied by my newly-revealed Dom husband, and where it appears I will get to meet his former Pet. Or Pets, plural. I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Hmm.” Mark rested one elegant hip on the desk and pondered the question. “Well. One thing is for sure.”
Laura raised an eyebrow.
“We need to shop.”
* * * * *
Adam couldn’t believe that they were on their way to Master Granger’s wake. The last two days had been somewhat of a blur for him.
Both he and Laura had tiptoed around each other, carefully not mentioning the wild sex that had erupted between them, or the trip to the Dungeon that lay ahead. He was thankful, for once, for Laura’s unusual sexual response.
It had taken him a year or so into their relationship to get used to Laura’s habit of dropping off to sleep immediately after her orgasms. She’d apologized many times, but said it was just part of the way her body worked. Adam had mentioned it briefly to his doctor during one of his annual physicals, and been reassured that yes, it was quite normal for some women to enter the resolution phase of sexual arousal only to immediately relax so completely that their bodies slept.
He had just taken it as part and parcel of Laura, who she was, how she responded. It didn’t change the way he loved her, and God knew it had never affected the sex.
And God knew how long it had been since they’d exploded around each other like they had on Wednesday night.
Adam could sense the tension in Laura, however, as she sat next to him, gazing out of the car window.
She looked amazing.
His jaw had dropped as she came out of the bedroom to collect her bag.
Her hair was down, loose and shining around her shoulders, making her appear more vulnerable than usual. Her black pantsuit was a brilliantly cut exercise in sensuality.
The jacket was simple and understated, double breasted, with modest lapels. She wore it buttoned all the way, with a single strand of pearls at her neck. Adam could see no blouse.
The slim pants hugged her hips and fell to the tops of her ankle boots in a straight line of neatly creased fabric. As she turned, Adam noticed how snugly they caressed her buttocks. Not a line of underwear showed.
He couldn’t resist. He reached over and ran his hand over her bottom.
She jumped. “Adam!”
He grinned. “Couldn’t help it. I like this suit.” He’d felt not a trace of a panty. It was a strong possibility that his conservative lawyer wife was not wearing any underwear. His cock liked the thought. So did he.
“Well, I’m glad. After all, I have to meet Fay and her friends,” said Laura, not realizing that her voice reflected her
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