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Camila

The moans coming from the computer were loud. The man who was tied down with a ball gag in his mouth had his eyes closed as a woman hit him with a rectangular item that had a handle on it. The masked woman, in a full latex suit, was smacking him across his back, ass and thighs. With every hit, he moaned louder and louder. Fuck.

“Come on, you filthy little whore, you piece of shit,” she snapped.

I quickly shut my laptop looking around my office, knowing I was alone, but my cheeks heated with embarrassment. Why did I think it was a good idea to watch this at work? I was curious and I couldn't wait to get home.

I want to be dominated.

My body shivered, remembering what my husband Luke had said this morning at our therapy session. He left me speechless when he said it.

I don’t want to make any choices, I want to be told what to do, and I want to give full control to Camila.

My heart raced as I wondered what that looked like and then I happened to be dumb enough to look up porn at the office. It was a turnoff to see the man tied up in leather (or was it latex?)with that ball gag in his mouth. Her strikes looked like they hurt and I couldn’t imagine that this was what Luke wanted.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe I shouldn’t be surprised at all. Luke had always said he loved when I rode his cock or even his face. He even suggested tying him down, but I dismissed it as him making a bad joke. What would Luke look like being tied up and gagged? I shivered at the image, not knowing how I felt about it.

I hadn’t been listening this entire time, so naturally, guilt hit me in the chest. How long had I been dismissing his needs? My lip quivered, hating that we had arrived at this point where I didn’t even know what my own husband wanted.

My phone rang and I fumbled to answer it.

“This is Camila,” I said, shaking off the last of my embarrassment.

Work thankfully kept me busy, forgetting about looking up more porn, even though it had made me more curious. So many new questions popped into my head as I worked. I wrote them down because I wanted to know more, just maybe not here at work while I talked to clients or worked on making clothes.

Our therapy sessions had been getting more and more intimate. Each time we went in I found out something new about my husband. I should have known these things, but the last five-ish years of our marriage had been rough, to say the least. We had lost ourselves in grief, anger and a whole lot of bad luck.

My last phone call ended which allowed me to pack up my work bag, turn off all the lights as I walked out of my design studio and locked up. I blinked back the tears that always threatened to fall when I thought about all that we had been through. It was a miracle we had survived, but in the end, it was all thanks to Luke. He fought to keep us together, and he was the one to suggest couple’ s therapy. I was ready to walk out because every time I looked at him, all of our heartache would comebarreling towards me and I hated that this had become my life. It wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t his fault, reality had kicked us in the ass and made sure we stayed down for a few years.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling the start of a headache come on. Grabbing my phone from my purse, I checked in on Luke before I went home. He had been relatively silent since his confession this morning, and if I knew Luke, he was probably worried that he had hurt me.

Me: Do you need anything before I head home?

Luke: Just you, beautiful.

My heart stuttered. Luke was a true southern man and could charm the pants off of anyone and I loved that he hadn’t lost it, even when we were at our worst.

Me: Ok, I’m on my way home.

Luke: If you're bringing some work home, I can pick you up.

Always so thoughtful.

Me: No, I’m only bringing my sketchbook.

Luke: Ok, enjoy your walk.

I took a deep breath and walked out into the cool September afternoon. I loved Denver in the fall. The colors were vibrant, the weather had grown chilly and I loved wearing my sweatshirts and leggings. I was definitely not a summer girl. Give me cool temps, a cinnamon latte with some comfy clothes, and I was a happy camper.

My office was only a few blocks from home, the promise of Fall made my walks so much better. It didn’t make sense to drive to work anyways, since I was so close, and it gave me some time to get my thoughts in order before I saw Luke.

Nerves bloomed in my chest as I walked up to our building. The doorman said hello, but all I could do was muster a nod, walking faster to the elevator doors that were about to close. I hit the number twenty-one when I entered, and it was the longest ride to our floor.

Why was I feeling so antsy? We should be able to talk about these things. We had been working on communicating properly but a part of me felt lost.

The elevator opened and I hesitated to get out; I was being ridiculous. Hitching my bag over my shoulder I walked straight to the door of our condo, and opened it to an amazing smell.

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