for me to try and decipher what she wants me to say.
“What the hell is this crap?” she asks pointing at the screen of my laptop. “Dom looking for sub?”
Oh, shit. I forgot to turn my laptop off before I went to bed.
“It’s not what you think, sweetheart…”
“Don’t sweetheart me. It’s not what I think? Really? That’s all you have to say?”
“Just stop and let me explain.”
“Damn straight you’re going to explain,” she says standing up and fisting her hands at her sides.
“Isa, don’t. Calm down and sit your ass back in that chair and let me talk.”
She looks as if she’s internally struggling with my command, but she eventually sits down. Now how the fuck am I going to explain this. Another lie, that’s how.
“I’m doing it for a friend.”
Isa narrows her eyes at me and she stands again as if she knows I’m lying.
“It’s the truth. I’m finding a Dom for someone else.” I feel better because that’s the truth.
“I won’t share you, Dylan. I mean that. I f you think for one second now that we’re married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you’d better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll share you with another woman. Or man.”
What the fuck? I almost laugh at her, but she’s so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. “Calm the hell down. I’m not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously, a man? ”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged in the ass or something.”
This time I laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me.
“D on’t ask me to peg you either, because it’s never going to happen.”
I laugh even louder . Good God this woman is funny.
“I promise you that I don’t want to be pegged, Isa.”
She looks relieved and sits back down. “Are you really fi nding a Dom for someone else?” she asks dubiously.
“Yes, really .”
“Is it for Sawyer?” s he asks.
“Uh, no. Does Sawyer strike you as someone who would be a Dom?”
“Yes.”
Shit. Why did I ask her that? I immediately feel jealous and like smacking her ass for even thinking of Sawyer in that context. She must sense my annoyance because she starts to shift uncomfortably in the chair.
“I mean, I haven’t much thought about it, really,” she counters.
“Uh-huh. Are you sure about that?”
She comes over and sits on my lap and runs her hands through my hair and pecks me on the lips.
“I don’t think about any other man except you, most especially in that regard. Now stop looking at me like that,” she replies sweetly.
“Do you want to talk about everything that we did yesterday?” I ask her.
She blushes slightly and starts to twirl her wedding ring around her finger. I swear if it’s not one habit with this woman, it’s another. At least the ring twirling isn’t as bothersome as the tongue ring clicking.
“Was I too harsh on you?” I ask.
“Yes, you were harsh, but it wasn’t more than I could handle. It’s all like a dream now. It was so intense.”
“ I like intense. You looked so beautiful being fucked and whipped like that.”
“So did you,” she tells me.
“What about the pain?”
“What about it?” she asks.
“Was it too much?”
She pau ses briefly as if reflecting on our sexy activities and answers, “Almost.”
I’ll take almost. That’s means I’m pushing her limits.
“How did you feel when you opened the door nude?”
She’s still sitting in my lap and her eyes shoot up at me in surprise. “How do you think I felt?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Did you like it?”
“No. Not particularly. That poor man; the look on his face. Holy embarrassment, Dylan. I can’t believe you made me do that. I’m sure he’ll be traumatized for
“What the hell is this crap?” she asks pointing at the screen of my laptop. “Dom looking for sub?”
Oh, shit. I forgot to turn my laptop off before I went to bed.
“It’s not what you think, sweetheart…”
“Don’t sweetheart me. It’s not what I think? Really? That’s all you have to say?”
“Just stop and let me explain.”
“Damn straight you’re going to explain,” she says standing up and fisting her hands at her sides.
“Isa, don’t. Calm down and sit your ass back in that chair and let me talk.”
She looks as if she’s internally struggling with my command, but she eventually sits down. Now how the fuck am I going to explain this. Another lie, that’s how.
“I’m doing it for a friend.”
Isa narrows her eyes at me and she stands again as if she knows I’m lying.
“It’s the truth. I’m finding a Dom for someone else.” I feel better because that’s the truth.
“I won’t share you, Dylan. I mean that. I f you think for one second now that we’re married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you’d better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll share you with another woman. Or man.”
What the fuck? I almost laugh at her, but she’s so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. “Calm the hell down. I’m not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously, a man? ”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged in the ass or something.”
This time I laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me.
“D on’t ask me to peg you either, because it’s never going to happen.”
I laugh even louder . Good God this woman is funny.
“I promise you that I don’t want to be pegged, Isa.”
She looks relieved and sits back down. “Are you really fi nding a Dom for someone else?” she asks dubiously.
“Yes, really .”
“Is it for Sawyer?” s he asks.
“Uh, no. Does Sawyer strike you as someone who would be a Dom?”
“Yes.”
Shit. Why did I ask her that? I immediately feel jealous and like smacking her ass for even thinking of Sawyer in that context. She must sense my annoyance because she starts to shift uncomfortably in the chair.
“I mean, I haven’t much thought about it, really,” she counters.
“Uh-huh. Are you sure about that?”
She comes over and sits on my lap and runs her hands through my hair and pecks me on the lips.
“I don’t think about any other man except you, most especially in that regard. Now stop looking at me like that,” she replies sweetly.
“Do you want to talk about everything that we did yesterday?” I ask her.
She blushes slightly and starts to twirl her wedding ring around her finger. I swear if it’s not one habit with this woman, it’s another. At least the ring twirling isn’t as bothersome as the tongue ring clicking.
“Was I too harsh on you?” I ask.
“Yes, you were harsh, but it wasn’t more than I could handle. It’s all like a dream now. It was so intense.”
“ I like intense. You looked so beautiful being fucked and whipped like that.”
“So did you,” she tells me.
“What about the pain?”
“What about it?” she asks.
“Was it too much?”
She pau ses briefly as if reflecting on our sexy activities and answers, “Almost.”
I’ll take almost. That’s means I’m pushing her limits.
“How did you feel when you opened the door nude?”
She’s still sitting in my lap and her eyes shoot up at me in surprise. “How do you think I felt?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Did you like it?”
“No. Not particularly. That poor man; the look on his face. Holy embarrassment, Dylan. I can’t believe you made me do that. I’m sure he’ll be traumatized for
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