Jennie
We can hear Lego howling through the door when we get back to the apartment. He's pacing around the room, and I guess he's hungry or something, so I have to stop and feed him before our sinful acts can occur. I imagine this is what it would be like to have kids - there would always be someone around howling over food while constantly being a clit blocker. I think I'm starting to get flashes of my future.
As long as Lisa never insists on getting any cats...I should be fine.
I set Lego's food on the floor, and Lisa is behind me before I even stand back up. She brushes my hair to one side and kisses my bare shoulder, then my neck before murmuring, "Have I told you how beautiful you look in this dress?"
I shudder before turning and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Her green eyes are scorching. "Have I told you how hot you look in this linen suit?"
I pull at her collar while she kisses me, and then I begin unbuttoning her shirt. Her mouth presses against mine, hard and insistent, and soon her clothes are being discarded as I push her towards the bedroom, far from Lego's smacking.
By time we're in front of the bed, she's wearing only her boxers. She turns me around and pushes my hair aside again, then slowly begins lowering the zipper of my dress. She pushes the silk material off my shoulders, and it falls at a puddle around my feet.
I slip off my shoes before I'm pushed onto the bed, her lips still hot against my own. I can feel my heart racing, my breathing accelerate as she showers heated kisses along my skin - from my neck, down my chest, to the lace-clad fabric of my strapless bra.
She kisses my nipple through the fabric. My hands wind through her hair, holding her to me.
"We'll have to go to church and repent after our sinful acts tonight," she murmurs, and I can't hide the smile that appears. I'm very much looking forward to it.
"I want to try something new tonight," Lisa says suddenly, and she brings her face back to mine so that only inches separate our lips. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the heat, the sincerity that they hold.
"Okay," I say eagerly, bringing my fingers up to touch her chin. I love trying new things with her. "What did you have in mind?"
"Do you trust me?"
I frown at her, slightly confused, but nod my head nonetheless. Of course I trust her; that's what we've worked on all these months. We've worked on being honest, on building a foundation in our relationship on which we both can rely and be comfortable.
Lisa leans over and opens the drawer of the bedside table, reaching towards the back before eventually pulling out something shiny and silver. But these are different; they're padded, the cloth around the metal serving as a protective barrier, and the sight of them creates excitement instead of the anguish that haunted me before.
She holds the handcuffs in front of me, and I know she wants to hear me say it.
I give another nod and meet her eyes, and my decision never wavers.
"Yes, Lisa. Of course I trust you."
Her resulting smile is wicked, and I bite my lip, anxious to begin the fun.
– THE END –
