that the
horniness would have to wait; Jim would be ticked off big time if he found out
she’d disobeyed his no-masturbation order from the night before. Somehow, he’d
know. If he doubted her, all he’d have to do is ask. She certainly wasn’t going
to lie to him again.
Briefly, she wondered if he’d relieved some of his own
sexual tension by getting himself off that morning. He was not constrained like
she was, of course. It made her a little jealous to think of him doing it
without her, but her growling tummy insisted on a different course of thought.
A few minutes later, down in the nook, Evengeline
brought her breakfast and a note from Jim.
Sweetheart,
I hope your tender bottom has recovered. I intend to
apply my hand to it tonight in a more pleasant way. Don’t forget your
restriction.
I might be a little late tonight. I have a reception
I need to attend. Business. Boring. Next time, I’ll arrange to bring you along.
I’ll call you this afternoon.
J
Kiki wanted to read the “I love you” in his thoughtful
note, but it was conspicuously absent. He didn’t love her. Her feelings were
unrequited. He treated her well, but she had to remember that all of
it—the flowers, romantic dinners, cuddling, cohabitating—that was
all temporary. Someday, probably soon, it would all be over. She’d be alone again.
Just her and her books.
* * *
It was nearly eight o’clock.
Jim hurried home, eager to find out how Kiki had
managed her first day living in his house. They’d missed each other on the
phone all afternoon, each leaving voicemail a few times. She sounded okay in
her messages.
Receptions like the one he’d just attended were
exceedingly boring, but a necessary part of his life. Like cocktail parties and
annual dinners. He’d take board meetings and business meetings over those
not-quite-social functions any day.
He anticipated bringing Kiki with him if he could coax
her into it. The thought of having her there, on his arm, comfortable and warm
and smiling for him really made him happy.
It occurred to him suddenly that he hadn’t thought
about Isabella for several weeks. He examined his feelings as he drove home and
realized that he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. He’d finally moved on.
Kiki hadn’t replaced Isabella, but she took up the space in his heart left
empty by Isabella’s death. It felt right to have Kiki as part of his
life—a big part.
He wanted to call Cal and enthuse about his girl. They
saw each other at their parents’ house occasionally, but it was about time they
got together and watched a classic hockey game. Kiki could invite her friend
Maddie and they’d make a casual party of it. A little hockey, a little beer;
Evangeline could make some buffalo wings. Yeah, he’d have to arrange it.
He found her in the family room, reading a book. It
was so endearing to see her quietly doing something she loved, sharing his
space and enjoying what he could provide.
“Kiki.”
She turned, a surprised expression on her face. “Jim!
You’re home!” It took her only a few seconds to hurry off the couch and throw
her arms around him, turning her face up for a kiss. And kiss her he did. Long,
slow, patient but demanding. He didn’t try to coax her, didn’t have to, she was
right there making her own demands.
When they broke she pressed her face along his
collarbone and breathed in deeply. “You smell nice. I missed you.”
He ran his hands up and down her flanks, finally
reaching down to cup her nicely rounded bottom. A little squeeze there and he
was hard as a rock. It was very tempting to yank down her jeans, press her over
the back of the couch and do her right there. Ernie and Evangeline had the
night off. They lived in a small house about a tenth of a mile away from the
main building, not far from the empty stables.
“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” He felt her hand
slide down to his tented pants and caress his hardness. “Someone is
horniness would have to wait; Jim would be ticked off big time if he found out
she’d disobeyed his no-masturbation order from the night before. Somehow, he’d
know. If he doubted her, all he’d have to do is ask. She certainly wasn’t going
to lie to him again.
Briefly, she wondered if he’d relieved some of his own
sexual tension by getting himself off that morning. He was not constrained like
she was, of course. It made her a little jealous to think of him doing it
without her, but her growling tummy insisted on a different course of thought.
A few minutes later, down in the nook, Evengeline
brought her breakfast and a note from Jim.
Sweetheart,
I hope your tender bottom has recovered. I intend to
apply my hand to it tonight in a more pleasant way. Don’t forget your
restriction.
I might be a little late tonight. I have a reception
I need to attend. Business. Boring. Next time, I’ll arrange to bring you along.
I’ll call you this afternoon.
J
Kiki wanted to read the “I love you” in his thoughtful
note, but it was conspicuously absent. He didn’t love her. Her feelings were
unrequited. He treated her well, but she had to remember that all of
it—the flowers, romantic dinners, cuddling, cohabitating—that was
all temporary. Someday, probably soon, it would all be over. She’d be alone again.
Just her and her books.
* * *
It was nearly eight o’clock.
Jim hurried home, eager to find out how Kiki had
managed her first day living in his house. They’d missed each other on the
phone all afternoon, each leaving voicemail a few times. She sounded okay in
her messages.
Receptions like the one he’d just attended were
exceedingly boring, but a necessary part of his life. Like cocktail parties and
annual dinners. He’d take board meetings and business meetings over those
not-quite-social functions any day.
He anticipated bringing Kiki with him if he could coax
her into it. The thought of having her there, on his arm, comfortable and warm
and smiling for him really made him happy.
It occurred to him suddenly that he hadn’t thought
about Isabella for several weeks. He examined his feelings as he drove home and
realized that he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. He’d finally moved on.
Kiki hadn’t replaced Isabella, but she took up the space in his heart left
empty by Isabella’s death. It felt right to have Kiki as part of his
life—a big part.
He wanted to call Cal and enthuse about his girl. They
saw each other at their parents’ house occasionally, but it was about time they
got together and watched a classic hockey game. Kiki could invite her friend
Maddie and they’d make a casual party of it. A little hockey, a little beer;
Evangeline could make some buffalo wings. Yeah, he’d have to arrange it.
He found her in the family room, reading a book. It
was so endearing to see her quietly doing something she loved, sharing his
space and enjoying what he could provide.
“Kiki.”
She turned, a surprised expression on her face. “Jim!
You’re home!” It took her only a few seconds to hurry off the couch and throw
her arms around him, turning her face up for a kiss. And kiss her he did. Long,
slow, patient but demanding. He didn’t try to coax her, didn’t have to, she was
right there making her own demands.
When they broke she pressed her face along his
collarbone and breathed in deeply. “You smell nice. I missed you.”
He ran his hands up and down her flanks, finally
reaching down to cup her nicely rounded bottom. A little squeeze there and he
was hard as a rock. It was very tempting to yank down her jeans, press her over
the back of the couch and do her right there. Ernie and Evangeline had the
night off. They lived in a small house about a tenth of a mile away from the
main building, not far from the empty stables.
“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” He felt her hand
slide down to his tented pants and caress his hardness. “Someone is
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