A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

24-Mrs. Watson

~Caroline~

 "If you're going to be sneaky, you have to get rid of all traces that you were being sneaky, Caroline. Do you need me to give you lessons?" Liv said to me the next morning over the phone as I laid in bed, still cocooned in the soft cotton sheets. Sol had left for work minutes ago and even this morning we had only exchanged a handful of words. I imagine my Dominant wanted me to explain myself but he wasn't pushing it. He had said so himself, he was not going to beg me to talk to him.

"No, I do not need lessons. I just kinda forgot to replace what I had borrowed." And now the key was back where it belongs. Wasn't Sol even the least bit curious about why I needed to key to his desk drawer? Seriously, how in the hell had he even known I had it? I had a few ideas.

"I think we are focusing more on what you've done wrong. You guys are going to be married soon. Everything that is his, is yours. Isn't that how it works in America?" Yea, in America, not Sol's world. He was a strong believer in privacy and I had invaded his. Actually, I had fucked his privacy ten ways to Sunday. In a normal relationship that might be the case but our relationship was a world away from normal.

"You're right. The only thing we should be focused on right now is this woman he's seeing. There is no other explanation. You don't just have dinner with women when you're engaged, you definitely don't call each other 'love'. How disgusting is that? I'm literally sick to my stomach." Maybe it was nerves but something foul was going on in my feels.

"It's disturbing that your fiancé is fucking someone named Olivia." Liv said and I could only imagine my Irish BFF was curling her lip right now. I shut my eyes for a moment as some very unwelcome images went through my mind of that. Thanks, Liv, for that one. "I've got to go to class now. Call me later tonight. Hopefully you stop being a vag and just ask him about it." Easier said than done. After I promised to do that, we hung up and I crawled out of the bed in a rush equivalent to a snail to have a shower.

In the end, as I thought about it, Liv was probably right. I needed to be a grown up, put my big girl panties on and talk to Sol. The joy.

~Sol~ 

Privacy was something that should always be respected. It's what I had always believed in...Until yesterday when I watched Caroline walk into my building and into my office on our security cameras. I really wouldn't have cared that she came but the security guard had insisted I watch the tape.  I didn't know what baffled me more; Her searching my address book or her not thinking about the cameras. She knew they were there. Had my daring little submissive of a fiance forgotten about them? Had she been to wrapped up in this 'investigation' of hers? 

It had really irritated me that she wouldn't tell me what was going on with her. I could care less about her lies and taking my things. Those were two things I would deal with later. This morning all of these scattered pieces came to fit perfectly together. I'd forgotten a file after leaving for work this morning and returned to get it. I had headed to the bedroom to tell Caroline goodbye again but stopped just before our opened bedroom door. Of course she was talking to Olivia on the phone and like most women, they were talking about their problems.

You're right. The only thing we should be focused on right now is this woman he's seeing. There is no other explanation. You don't just have dinner with women when you're engaged, you definitely don't call each other 'love'.  For a moment I was completely confused until I remembered the opened  text message from Olivia Watson. I should have known then but I wasn't thinking. Caroline had read my text messages, took my key, snuck around at my office and then refused to tell me what was going on.

I was probably more pissed at her for thinking I would actually cheat...with a married woman. So yea, I'd probably fucked Olivia Watson more times then I could remember but now we were friends. My only friend that also used to be my sub. She was one of the very first. At the time neither of us had wanted anything permanent.