Page 52 of Pretty Please Me
“Magnolia Anderson, you are covered in hickeys from your neck down to your…” She drops my sweater, stands, then waddles back to her seat on the couch.
Elliot follows suit, releasing me from her death grip, and I cough as I sit up carefully, dizzy from my near suffocation.
“Care to share with the class why you thought you could conceal a collection of hickeys from your best friends, who both know you hate turtleneck sweaters because they feel like they’re made to be torture devices for your neck?” Gwen quirks a brow and crosses her arms over her chest.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Ugh, fine! What do you want to know?”
Elliot scoots closer and looks to Gwen, who nods as if this is all somehow part of a larger plan I’m not privy to. “When did you get the hickeys?”
I hang my head as embarrassment rushes up my neck, but I force myself to answer. “Last night.” I swallow a gulp. “Sam got a little carried away before he went down on me on the roof…”
Elliot jumps back and audibly gasps as she covers her mouth with her hand. “Magnolia!”
Gwen smiles ear to ear as she turns off the fireplace with the remote I take her silence as encouragement to keep going.
“So far, that’s the furthest we’ve gone, but there’s more.” I pause, waiting until I have their full attention. “Did either of you know that Sam is a dominant?”
“He’s a what!?” Gwen’s voice comes out in a croak, and her eyes nearly bug out of her head as she grips her hands on the throw pillow in her lap.
I nod as I pick at the hangnail I’ve created since being put in the hot seat. “So, get this, his long-term submissive just ended things the night I bumped into him downtown…”
“Natalie?” Elliot asks, and I nod. “I think I remember hearing Benjamin talk about her. They were together for a while, weren’t they? Benjamin said things weren’t serious and that Sam didn’t do relationships, so I never asked to meet her.”
“Yeah, so when I asked him to help me the only way he’d agree was if I signed his contract to be his new submissive.” I relax my shoulders and look up, meeting their stunned glares.
“What the fuck, Mags! You’re Sam’s submissive, and I’m only just learning about this!” Gwen tosses the throw pillow at my head, and I duck as it narrowly misses me. “What kind of kinky stuff is he doing to you? You little slut, you better spill!”
“What’s it like? Does he like to hit you and stuff?” Unlike Gwen, Elliot gives me a worried look.
Suddenly, I feel a little less shy after getting that secret off my chest. “No, it’s not like that at all. Actually, it’s kind of the opposite.”
“You have my attention…” Gwen practically drools.
I scoot forward on my seat and almost whisper even though we’re the only one’s here. “Basically, we have this contract that has all my hard limits and rules he wants me to follow–”
“What are the rules!?” Elliot interrupts.
I shrug. “Stuff like I need to eat two healthy meals a day. I can’t ignore my phone without putting it in focus mode, so he knows I’m busy. I have to be in bed by ten on weeknights. Oh, and he gets really upset when I’m self-deprecating.”
“What happens if you break a rule?” Gwen asks, now sitting on the edge of her seat.
I bite my lip and look down. “So far, I’ve only been punished once …”
“Oh my God, Mags, I’m going to explode over here!” Gwen blurts. “What was your punishment?”
I squirm in my seat, unable to look her in the eye. “He bathed me,” I mumble under my breath.
“He bathed you? Like in boiling water or something?” Elliot’s eyebrows pull in confusion.
I sigh. “No, not like that at all. It was kind of nice, actually. He made me bathe in front of him, and he washed me… He told me how beautiful I was, and then he…” I bury my face in my hands, and I could die right now of embarrassment, but I’m kind of relieved to have someone to talk to about it, so I continue. “He showed me how to pleasure myself with the removable shower head. So I did, and he watched… while he jacked himself off…” My voice trails off, and I sigh, slacking back in my chair.
“Holy shit!” Gwen fans herself, then lifts her hair off the back of her neck. “Jeez Louise, Elly, can you get me a cup of ice? Jesus, Maggie, that’s so hot! I have to say I’m jealous you’re getting your world rocked. I have to get Jack drunk if I want him to really rail me because he’s so scared of inducing labor.” She laughs.
Elliot comes back with her cup of ice, and Gwen pops a piece in her mouth and rubs the glass on the back of her neck.
“And last night, he went down on you on the roof? So, does that mean sex is next on the list of lessons? Is he going in order?” Elliot asks.
“Hell if I know. If I know anything about Sam, it’s that he likes to keep me on my toes and unexpecting.” I laugh. “He even invited me to go home with him to his dad’s retirement party next week.”
