Page 35 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
When I arrive home, I manage to give the kids a big squeeze and see how they are as I eat a quick breakfast, and James makes the lunches listening to me chatter along with the kids. Just before he leaves to take them to school, he follows me upstairs and pulls me out of earshot of little ears.
“So, how was it?” he asks, eyes twinkling, almost excited for the explanation.
“It was great, I didn’t mind it at all,” I reply honestly.
“You didn’t feel weird or like he was a paedophile?”
“James!” I gasp. “Not at all. It wasn’t like that. He wasn’t like that. He doesn’t like children, he likes the role play of looking after his partner in a certain way. It’s not the same.” He continues to look at me questionably. “He completely dropped the roleplay to fuck me, believe me he fucked me like a man fucking a woman. It was great. Nothing ick.”
“Glad you had a good job Rose Petal, I missed you last night. I want to make up for it but I have to leave now to take the kids to school. Are you going into Clarendon later?” he asks.
“I’m going as soon as I’m showered and ready. Should only be half an hour later than usual.”
“Ok, have a nice day you deviant,” he replies patting my bottom playfully.
“Have a nice day back you deviant.” I grin and wave as he’s out the bedroom door and collecting up the kids for school drop off.
14
Wednesday and Thursday roll around as normal. I spend the afternoon on Thursday playing submissive for James which is my new favourite time of the week. James actually had work to do, instructing me to hold him in my mouth whilst he completed a presentation for the next day. Naked, I rested my head against his thighs under his desk as I suckled him and it felt like a great privilege to honor my husband and our relationship in such a way. It pleased me to please him, and when he could take no more stiffening in my mouth, he instructed me to play with myself as my mouth worked up and down his length until we both came. And then I had to go collect the kids from school. We are killing the ‘date night in the day’ routine.
I awake on Friday with butterflies in my stomach and initially I’m not sure why. I think it has something to do with a certain someone coming over tonight. Oh no, being excited is weird, is it bad? Is James excited in the same way as I am? Am I excited about the experience we are about to share or is it because Matty is going to come play again. I’m definitelylooking forward to our adult playtime, but if I’m being honest, the fact that it’s Matty makes it far more enticing.
I bustle through the day at work and then pick the kids up from school and drop them straight round to my parents for a sleepover. On the way home James calls me.
“Hi honey,” I say, answering the phone.
“Hey Rose Petal,” he replies but he sounds down.
“What’s wrong? I ask, worried.
“I mucked up. I forgot about a client dinner I didn’t put in my diary but had confirmed. The table is booked, and the clients have confirmed their attendance. It was how I remembered. I’m sorry, we’re going to have to postpone Matty.”
My heart sinks.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” I say, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice and failing.
“I’m really sorry. I haven’t even told Matty yet, I know he’s going to be gutted.”
“That’s ok, we can arrange another time,” I say as brightly as I can muster, trying to tame down the disappointment in my voice but it just comes out sounding odd.
“I’m sorry you are now going to have an evening on your own too. I promise I’ll make up for it when I return.”
“It’s ok, these things happen. It’ll make a nice change to have the house to myself and have a low-key evening with a chick flick and a glass or two of red,” I reply, trying to perk myself up.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t wait up but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“It’s ok, you really don’t have to. It’s fine. Let me know what next date Matty can do and I can see if my parents can babysit again. Have fun tonight.”
“I’ll try Rosie, it won’t be a fraction of what it was going to be tonight though.”
“Get home safely and I’ll see you in the morning,” I say as we exchange goodbyes.
Well now that’s a shame, I think to myself. But there is nothing I can do about it so I have to go home to an empty house for once and make the most of it. There is a frozen carbonara in the freezer and a bottle of red with my name on it and that’s exactly what I do. Microwave meal in front of the tv and my choice of movie on Netflix. It might not be the evening I had planned, but it wasn’t so bad after all.
When the movie finishes, I climb the stairs, brush my teeth and climb into bed reading until my eyelids close after two glasses of red. I am sound asleep by 10pm because that is how rock and roll I am.
I have no concept of time, but I awake to a shifting body climbing on me in the dark. I don’t open my eyes, but soft pillowy lips caress my mouth. I smile into the kiss until I feel the spikiness of a beard brush along my chin and I freeze in fear. This isn’t James. I open my eyes in terror but can’t reconcile the brown eyes looking back at me. They’re so familiar but they’re out of context. What is happening, why is he here?
