Page 24 of The Secret Club
His lips find mine and they kiss me hungrily, his tongue finding mine and lapping together as he pulls me into him. I put both my hands around his head and kiss him back. I wish I could continue but I still have breakfast and my makeup to do before Frank picks me up at 8:30am.
I pull away and say breathily, “James, I have to be ready by 8:30, I can’t stay and play this morning.”
“I know, go eat. I just needed to do that first.”
“I know you did and I would stay if I didn’t have the clock against me right now.”
James nods and I walk out of the bedroom deciding to eat breakfast before getting dressed. I contemplate my job for the morning over my cereal. What will he be like, what will he want me to do? I’m nervous but with two playmates jobs under my belt now, I’m not so nervous I can’t eat. Plus, I seriously don’t want my stomach to growl whilst I’m there.
After brushing my teeth and painting my makeup on to perfection, I pull on a pastel blue, short sleeved shirt with a pretty collar and blue buttons and pair it with a black pencil skirt and black heels. I pull on a deeper blue cardigan and tie up my hair. My reflection says cute secretary which is exactly what I was aiming for.
Still standing in front of the mirror, James walks up behind me and checks me out from behind.
“I’d do you,” mutters James.
“I know you would,” I reply with a grin. “Do I look ok? Is it right for my job this morning?”
“You look ok for any job this morning. He won’t be able to resist you,” says my always supportive husband.
“I’m nervous a little. What if I am not a good enough submissive for him? I’m afraid he’ll tell Sandy I’m not very good.”
“You have nothing to worry about Rose Petal.” James snakes his arm around my waist and spins me to face him. “You were a born submissive. Go to this kinky fucker, do whatever he says like a good little girl. Then come home, tell me what he wanted you to do and we can re-enact it another time if you enjoy it. Which I know you will.”
“Andyouwill enjoy it.” I smile up at him with a knowing grin. Despite James never wanting to share before, he’s found he loves it. He loves me bringing home new ideas and experiences for us to try. He loves just the thought of me being with someone else. I wonder if he’d like to actually watch me with someone else. That is a question for another day.
Just as that thought flashes through my mind. My phone alarm goes off. My 5 minute alarm. I set it so I’d have enough time to say goodbye to the kids on my way out. James pulls me into a bear hug and kisses the top of my head. “You’re going to knock his socks off. Go enjoy yourself because I know he will.”
I pull away and look up at him. I rise up on my tiptoes to lightly brush my lips onto his. “Thank you. Despite my nerves, I am looking forward to it.”
“Of course you are, you little minx.”
I pull away and blow him another kiss. “Goodbye husband.”
“Goodbye Rose Petal. Text me when you’re back at your office.”
I nod and walk out of our bedroom and into each of my children’s. Giving them both a kiss on their heads and telling them to have a lovely day at school. Both break out in bigconversations as I’m rushing to leave, and I make a note to do an earlier alarm to give me more time to say goodbye to them next time. Just the way it is; kids don’t have anything to say when you ask them about their day but have heaps to say when they’re in bed supposed to be going to sleep or when you’re in a rush to leave the house.
I hurry down the stairs and see Frank’s blacked out BMW waiting for me at the end of my driveway. I climb in, say a friendly hello to Frank and tie the blindfold around my eyes—happy that none of my neighbours can see into the car windows to see what exactly I’m doing. I have no doubt my neighbours have noticed by now a blacked-out BMW collecting me, but none have mentioned it so far. I really need to get my story straight about why I’m getting picked up in this way before I’m asked on the spot and I’m not ready.
Frank turns up the radio so I can listen to his channel of choice—Smooth FM—as he drives us around the Melbourne streets towards who knows where. For all I know we could be driving around in circles but hopefully not. It would not be ideal for me to find myself with a local school parent. Now that would make an interesting school fundraiser or parents’ evening…
14
Frank slows and I know we must be close. I hear him roll down his window and say into an intercom, “I have Roxy.” Before rolling up his window. I hear what sounds like gates opening and he drives slowly before stopping and telling me to unfasten the blindfold.
I remove the blindfold and blink into the morning sun. I look up at a dainty brick house that has black timber lining it and black shutters surrounding each window. This house looks like it belongs in the English countryside. There is an orange tree growing to the left and over a black shiny door. Quaint, I really like the look of this house. I open the car door and close it quietly, waving goodbye to Frank,
I walk up to the front door, and it swings open. I’m greeted by a tall, slim man with chestnut hair, a moustache and a stern look on his rather handsome slim face. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, a black blazer and dark jeans.
“Hello Roxy,” says his deep intimidating voice. I cringe on the inside, he looks like he could be a school teacher at a private school and I’m getting naughty school girl vibes from him.
“Hi,” I answer brightly, giving him my warmest smile. I’m not sure if I should reach out my hand or not but seeing as he doesn’t and I don’t know his name, I wait to see what he does next.
The man ushers me inside and closes the door behind me. Inside is just as lovely as the outside. Black beams and white walls. I can see down the hallway but not much more than that. There’s not much time to take in my surroundings.
“I’m Aaron but you can call me Sir or Master.”
Wide eyed I nod. “Absolutely Sir.” I shouldn’t sound so eager, should I sound more demure? I kick myself for not phoning Sophie to get some tips on how to be a good submissive.
