Page 25 of Her Dom's Secret Past

The muscle in my leg cramped, but I didn’t give a fuck. I let her suck and drain my dick until she finally let it fall from her mouth with a loudplop. She kissed its head and stood. Twining her arms around my neck, she pulled my head down and kissed me.

“Fair’s fair, mister.”

“Yes, it is.”

My leg throbbed, but I was well satisfied. This was my woman and she could do whatever she wanted to me until I made her my sub. Somehow, we made it to the couch, sinking gratefully onto it. She snuggled against me, both of us still nude, and we both dozed off. About two-thirty, we both yawned, grinning at each other.

“Think lunchtime disappeared. Maybe I should make us an early dinner instead.”

“Sounds like a plan, but let’s have a bath first.”

She nodded at my idea and stood, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. The next hour we spent luxuriating in the tub. She lay between my legs, her head resting on my chest. I soaped her up and washed her, taking extra care with those luscious tits. If my fingers lingered in some places more than others, I wasn’t responsible—her lovely body was.

When I’d finished washing her, we lay idly, touching each other as we talked of movies and television shows we’d both enjoyed, until the water finally got too cold to linger anymore. After dressing, we walked back to the kitchen to make our missed lunch for dinner. Another thing I loved her for—we seemed in sync. Together, we made dinner, and neither of us got in the way of the other. It became a perfect symphony as we prepped, cooked, and then plated up our food. Because both of us had dressed warmly, we sat out on the patio to eat, watching the sun set and then the stars begin to appear. It was relaxing, made even more because of the beautiful woman beside me.

I wished the day wouldn’t end, only tomorrow was left for us until I went home on Saturday morning. I honestly hoped there would be a future for us when I revealed my past tomorrow night.

Anabelle had her head on my shoulder as the moon began its journey across the sky. Nearby, we could hear the rustle of leaves as possums began their nightly forage for food. Anabelle suddenly pointed—three flying foxes dipped low and flew across the beach to the trees. We watched the skies as more flew across. The air got colder and we regretfully headed inside.

It was still early and in the end we decided to watch a movie before bed. We’d been taking turns to pick and tonight was Anabelle’s selection. She choseArrival. We were halfway through it when the house phone rang.