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James pulled Laura into the shower stall and into his arms. He’d longed for her, dreamed of having her in his arms. He’d wanted to give her time, so he didn’t overwhelm her. He didn’t want to scare her into running away again. Intercourse was off the table since he hadn’t brought a condom and they hadn’t gotten the test results back. Fortunately, sex was so much more than that.

“Place your hands against the wall, shoulder width apart.”

Laura followed his instructions promptly, but it wasn’t really her hands he was interested in He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her backwards. With his footbetween hers he adjusted her stance. She provided a gorgeous sight with her back arched and her luscious ass on display. Her full pussy lips glistened with moisture that wasn’t from the shower. “You’re so wet, dirty girl. Your cunt is dripping for me.”

Laura shuddered at the carnal words. She’d never been one for dirty talk, but could not deny the arousing effect they had on her now. Before she could even try to come up with something sexy to say in return, his mouth latched onto her pussy. He was kneeling behind her, eating her out like a starved man, and once again, all she could do was try to stand still and take it.

Laura’s legs shook as she tried to keep standing while a climax rapidly built inside her. When James swirled his tongue up and over her clit and sucked the little bud into his mouth, she went over the edge with her heart pounding. As she came down from the high, James pulled her onto his lap, sliding backwards from his hunched position. She noticed his thick hard on and turned around.

“Sir, may I return the favor?” she asked shyly.

“If my dirty girl wants to suck my cock, she has to say it,” he challenged.

Laura's cheeks flushed with heat once again, a physical manifestation of her discomfort. The mere mention of dirty talk triggered both shame and shyness and the man knew it.Evil Dom!

She took a deep breath. “Please let me suck your cock, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He gestured along his body. “All yours.”

Laura didn’t need any more invitation. She took him into her mouth and started to blow his mind, as he had hers. She alternated between firm strokes and tentative licks on the sensitive underside of his crown. She used her hands, making a twisting motion and sucked at his balls. His grunts and involuntary hip shifts assured her he was enjoying her effort. She increased her speed and suction, determined to make him come undone as he had her.

James patted her hair and groaned, “If you don’t want to swallow, you have to back off now.”

Laura gripped him more firmly and kept her mouth on him. Delving his fingers into her hair, James stilled and came in long jerky spurts. Laura kept licking and sucking until she had pulled every last drop from him before she glanced up at him.

He bent and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “That was wonderful. Now let’s get clean before the water runs cold.”

After they washed and dried themselves, James dried her hair using her blow-dryer and brush. Drowsy and content, Laura enjoyed the pampering and didn’t even protest when James ordered her to brush her teeth and use the toilet before going to bed.

After she finished, he had pulled on fresh boxers and was holding a toothbrush in his hand. “Go to bed, little sub. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Laura obeyed. Apparently, he planned to stay the night. Just like that, her boyfriend, or Dom, or whatever, was staying the night. No awkward stumbling or beating around the bush. He simply informed her of his decision. She settled happily into bed and waited, dozing, until he slipped into bed behind her and pulled her against his big warm body.

I’m home, thought Laura, and of course she was. It was her house, her room, her bed, but she was home now in a way she could only ever be with James’s arms around her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The familiar arrival of Saturday brought with it a sense of déjà vu, as if time had effortlessly looped back upon itself. Laura took the children to the National Museum of Toys and Miniatures. She kept half an eye on the children as her mind wandered back over the last few weeks and the comfortable routine that she and James had forged between them.

Tuesday and Friday, Laura spent the evening with her father. Well, to be accurate, she spent Tuesday evenings and Friday afternoons with him. He’d taken to urging her out the door earlier and earlier on Fridays. She suspected he was having his friends over for beers and poker more often and didn’t want her to be around their coarse influence. She honestly didn’t care how coarse they were as long as Dan was keeping social and taking an interest in things again, but she couldn’t resist teasing a little. However, when she asked if he had a girlfriend he didn’t want her to know about, he became so flustered that she immediately apologized and promised not to poke fun at him again.

On Wednesday after work, she met with Julie and Kate for drinks and sometimes dinner, during which they would exchange horror stories of the work week, moan good-naturedly about their home lives, and of course, engage in locker-room talk about their love lives and all the ways BDSM made it better. They even began to make tentative plans for the future – a weekend winter holiday, a spa day, maybe a summer road trip. Sometimes it still felt unreal, that she had fallen into such good friends.

Saturday, she took Tim and Abby out and afterwards, she ate dinner with Suzie and the kids. It felt good to have that time together, just the four of them (sometimes five, if Dan came over, although he was usually busy on Saturdays), although now and then Laura caught herself fantasizing over maybe bringing James along. She wasn’t sure how he felt about spending time with kids, but she really wanted Suzie to meet him and see for herself that he wasn’t an ogre, or even a leather-pants-wearing Master from one of her steamy books, but just a man. The man in Laura’s life.

There was no denying that was what he was, even though Laura refused to call what they had a committed relationship. Every other moment of the week, Laura was either at James’s or he spent the night at her place. It was nice to have someone taking care of the things in her life Laura had so easily neglected, like exercise and getting enough sleep. Laura also enjoyed taking care of James – serving him a meal or anticipating his need for a drink. Laura knew they were reaching the end of their one-month agreement and while she couldn’t fathom ending their relationship, she also wasn’t ready to commit to something full time. Her marriage had taught her to value her freedom.

During these weeks, her body also adjusted to running. It had become her favorite activity, especially when James accompanied her. He was so attuned to her; he knew before she did when she was pushing too hard or wasn’t running relaxed. The mindfulness exercises were a different story. Laura had an active mind, and it took great effort not to let her mind take control.

As these thoughts scrolled peacefully through Laura’s mind, Abby came running in her direction and she forced herself back into the present. “What’s up Abby?”

“You have to come and see this dollhouse, Aunt Laura! It’s really incredible,” Abby chattered. “Even Tim thinks it’s great.”

“Really? A dollhouse Tim likes, huh? You’re right, I’ve got to see this.” Laura followed her niece and spent the rest of their time together focused on the children.

After a pleasant afternoon at the museum, they arrived at Suzie’s just in time for dinner. The casserole Suzie had made with chicken, Brussels sprouts, butternut squash and thyme had been a perfect mix of hearty and sweet. Laura leaned back against her chair and puffed, “I’m stuffed. I’ll have to be really careful the rest of the week to compensate for that meal. Your cooking is great, sis.”

Suzie grinned. “Thank you, I’m happy you enjoyed it. You don’t look like you need to be careful to me. I think you look great.”

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