Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“I uh… I did a lot of thinking when I was waiting for you to get here. I know it only took you fifteen minutes, but when I was down there on my knees, the anticipation and adrenaline rushing through me, it felt like I had a lifetime to think this through.”
His chuckle makes me blush, thinking I sounded silly, but then I smile when he explains, “Happened to me too. I swear it took me hours to get home to you.” When I don’t readily continue, he squeezes my hip. “So what conclusion did all that thinking bring you to?”
My heart speeds up in my chest. Am I really about to offer this to my husband? Am I really going to speak this… forbidden and taboo… darker than dark… suggestion out loud?
Hell, here goes nothing.
“I think I’d be better off switching our roles in the decision-making process. I think if I were to be the one to choose the scene, the situation, knew exactly what to expect, what was going to happen, and took most if not all the mystery out of what we would be doing—have control over that side of things—then finding the ‘who’ wouldn’t seem so impossible of a task.” I pause, giving him a chance to insert any thoughts or questions, or if he was going to shut the idea down from the start, at least I could save my breath.
But he doesn’t speak, not one question or veto, so I keep going.
“Since I trust you implicitly, knowing damn well you’d never choose anyone who wouldn’t follow the scenario and all instructions to the smallest detail so I wouldn’t get hurt, then it also makes sense to give you that task instead. If you’ll take that daunting, nerve-wracking assignment off my plate, tell me we can make that happen—” I gesture with my chin toward the computer screen before facing him once again. “—and… wipe my punishment slate clear for fucking up earlier, then you, sir, have my greenlight to fulfill your fantasy.”
He props his elbow on the armrest of the chair, bringing his hand up to run the side of his pointer finger along his full bottom lip. His eyes bore into mine, but they’ve gone so deep he’s looking right through me, clearly lost in thought as he contemplates my offer. I try not to squirm; I don’t want to interrupt his processing, because he doesn’t look opposed to the idea, giving me hope this could be the solution for everything.
Finally, he speaks. “I have a counteroffer. I’ll find the right person… this scenario”—he points to the monitor with the same finger that had been rubbing his delicious-looking lip—“but you’ll still need to be punished for failing to obey your Dom.”
I slouch on his lap to pout, but then perk right back up again with another idea. “I have a counter-counteroffer.”
He smiles, raising that same hand over his head and resting his forearm along the back of the chair. He looks so relaxed but imposing at the same time, like a king on a throne listening to his little mistress tell him all the riches she’d like him to bestow upon her. “Let’s hear it.”
I take an alternate route instead of just throwing it out there like I did before. “So you know when I’m super nervous about like… a doctor’s appointment, or going to the dentist, or like that time I got a Brazilian wax? How I always tell them when I’m setting up the appointment to ‘please give me the soonest one available so I don’t chicken out and not go’?” I don’t wait for him to answer, because after ten years of marriage and a countless number of these appointments being set, I know he knows what I’m talking about. “I request you choose this person as quickly as safety allows. Because I feel like this is one of those times that dragging it out and waiting too long would give me time to change my mind after overthinking it to death. But in this moment, completely clearheaded—albeit severely turned on—this is a situation I could easily live with, without any foreseeable concerns after it happens. As long as there’s nothing in that fantasy”—I point to the computer—“that would fuck with your head, that is,” I add at the end, because it occurs to me watching one’s wife do that might be slightly… more than he bargained for than just being a voyeur while another man gives her pleasurable sex.
I laugh nervously to dissipate my anxiousness. “And as a reward for being so open and willing to make your desires a reality as quickly as possible, you should totally mark my fuck-up as paid in full.”
A wicked gleam fills his dark eyes, then he sits forward, placing his mouth right next to my ear, his breath tickling me as his words send a shiver of excitement down my spine. “Baby, with that as your fantasy, your deepest, darkest desire playing with mine, I promise, you’ll still get your punishment one way or another. And, ‘full’? Well, I have a much better use for that word when it comes to you.”