awfully close to not allowing her to work at all, especially when the bank was going through a conversion - absorbing another bank - and her nice, pat routine had been thrown into a chaos of preparation, meetings, and thrice the normal workload.
But he hadn’t - yet. He knew that she needed that social outlet. They tended - as a couple - to be quite insular and occasionally spent long stretches where they rarely saw each other. She’d had a good-sized circle of friends before they’d met that had dwindled considerably once they’d become involved. Considering the lifestyle they lived, though, he was very careful not to let her to become isolated.
Of course, whether she was allowed to go out with friends was always predicated on her good behavior. She was, for the most part, very well behaved - almost too much so for his tastes.
Usually.
Of course, she, like any other human - female in particular, Sean often thought to himself - had those times when doing as she was told just seemed like an impossibility. On those days in particular he was genuinely surprised by the things at which she balked - usually it was the most perfunctory of things . Oftentimes it was a longstanding rule - one that she’d never had a problem with before. Like making sure that the dishwasher was emptied in morning - or completely ignoring the bedtime he’d put in place for her.
Or denying him access to her body, as she had tried - unsuccessfully, of course - the night before last.
Sean wasn’t one to drag out punishments - he preferred to take care of situations as they occurred. Sean preferred that there was as little time as possible between the unfortunate incident of misbehavior and the correction thereof, although despite his best efforts, circumstances occasionally prevented the swift punishment of misdeeds.
Tonight, however, there would be no such reprieve - short of nuclear war.
As Ginger reached the next Visa dispute file folder and pulled up the spreadsheet to log it in, her mind already wandering back to the events of last night, she received a tangible confirmation that he had read her text: her entire lower body began to vibrate. Not violently, not uncomfortably.
Not uncomfortably at all, damn it!
Those little contraptions were wireless, of course, and she knew that he was holding the tiny remote to them in his big hands at this exact second, dwarfing the tiny flat piece of plastic, yet manipulating the buttons as deftly as he did her body.
Ginger wasn’t at all sure she could continue to work while he was setting her crotch ablaze long distance, and her mind’s dwelling on the events of the previous evening didn’t help at all.
She had been grumpy when he’d picked her up - the little sports car he’d bought her was in the shop. He knew it the moment he’d seen her stalk out of the building. She’d sent her purse flying into the back seat, nearly beheading him in the process, then slumped in her seat in glaring silence, barely bothering with her seatbelt.
So, contrarian that he was, he pulled into the first parking lot he could find and leaned over to her, dragging her into his arms. If he’d had a little less confidence in himself, or they’d been a newer couple, he might have worried and thought he had reason to reconsider their relationship.
They’d been together too long for that, and he knew that when she got quiet like this, it was always about work. Although Ginger was the tightest-lipped woman he’d ever been involved with, he would never allow her to ignore him, no matter how bad her day had been.
She didn’t actively fight him. She’d long since realized that that was a complete waste of energy, and would only get her into trouble. But she didn’t wrap her arms around him like she usual, lying like a lump in his arms as he smothered her face with kisses and said annoyingly pleasant things to her in a Pollyanna- ish tone that he knew she detested.
“It’s
But he hadn’t - yet. He knew that she needed that social outlet. They tended - as a couple - to be quite insular and occasionally spent long stretches where they rarely saw each other. She’d had a good-sized circle of friends before they’d met that had dwindled considerably once they’d become involved. Considering the lifestyle they lived, though, he was very careful not to let her to become isolated.
Of course, whether she was allowed to go out with friends was always predicated on her good behavior. She was, for the most part, very well behaved - almost too much so for his tastes.
Usually.
Of course, she, like any other human - female in particular, Sean often thought to himself - had those times when doing as she was told just seemed like an impossibility. On those days in particular he was genuinely surprised by the things at which she balked - usually it was the most perfunctory of things . Oftentimes it was a longstanding rule - one that she’d never had a problem with before. Like making sure that the dishwasher was emptied in morning - or completely ignoring the bedtime he’d put in place for her.
Or denying him access to her body, as she had tried - unsuccessfully, of course - the night before last.
Sean wasn’t one to drag out punishments - he preferred to take care of situations as they occurred. Sean preferred that there was as little time as possible between the unfortunate incident of misbehavior and the correction thereof, although despite his best efforts, circumstances occasionally prevented the swift punishment of misdeeds.
Tonight, however, there would be no such reprieve - short of nuclear war.
As Ginger reached the next Visa dispute file folder and pulled up the spreadsheet to log it in, her mind already wandering back to the events of last night, she received a tangible confirmation that he had read her text: her entire lower body began to vibrate. Not violently, not uncomfortably.
Not uncomfortably at all, damn it!
Those little contraptions were wireless, of course, and she knew that he was holding the tiny remote to them in his big hands at this exact second, dwarfing the tiny flat piece of plastic, yet manipulating the buttons as deftly as he did her body.
Ginger wasn’t at all sure she could continue to work while he was setting her crotch ablaze long distance, and her mind’s dwelling on the events of the previous evening didn’t help at all.
She had been grumpy when he’d picked her up - the little sports car he’d bought her was in the shop. He knew it the moment he’d seen her stalk out of the building. She’d sent her purse flying into the back seat, nearly beheading him in the process, then slumped in her seat in glaring silence, barely bothering with her seatbelt.
So, contrarian that he was, he pulled into the first parking lot he could find and leaned over to her, dragging her into his arms. If he’d had a little less confidence in himself, or they’d been a newer couple, he might have worried and thought he had reason to reconsider their relationship.
They’d been together too long for that, and he knew that when she got quiet like this, it was always about work. Although Ginger was the tightest-lipped woman he’d ever been involved with, he would never allow her to ignore him, no matter how bad her day had been.
She didn’t actively fight him. She’d long since realized that that was a complete waste of energy, and would only get her into trouble. But she didn’t wrap her arms around him like she usual, lying like a lump in his arms as he smothered her face with kisses and said annoyingly pleasant things to her in a Pollyanna- ish tone that he knew she detested.
“It’s
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