He woke up with a start. His heart was pounding and he was sweating. What had he been dreaming about?
She sighed and turned over. Good. At least he hadn’t woken her up with his dream. She mumbled something and then was quiet again.
He slipped out of bed, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen for a glass of water. He couldn’t remember the dream, but his body was still filled with adrenaline. It must have been a doozy, whatever it was.
He glanced at the clock. It was only 3 and he had a big day of meetings. He needed to get back to bed and get some sleep. He didn’t function well on 4 hours of sleep.
Sliding between the sheets, he snuggled into her back. She settled back, ground her butt into his crotch and whispered, “Are you OK?”
He kissed her shoulder. “Yup. Just a dream. Go back to sleep.”
She kissed his arm that was around her. He drifted off to sleep. He felt like he had just closed his eyes when the alarm sounded. He rolled over to shut off his phone and realized that the song wasn’t in his usual wake-up playlist.
Stretching first, he turned over to kiss her good morning. There was an empty pillow. And sounds of the shower running. “Really?” he muttered. “I need to get in there and get ready.” He threw off the covers and grumped his way to the bathroom door. He knocked.
“Come in,” she called. He stepped into the steamy bathroom and stopped. Her silhouette was clear against the shower doors, but there was also a stool in the middle of the floor. And a length of rope on the seat. He glimpsed her face quickly as she wiped the steam away and grinned.
“Honey, use your words,” she simpered from the shower stall.
“Why is there rope and a stool in the bathroom?”
“Oh, that. Well, after listening to you talking in your sleep last night, I figured that you needed a little time with Lady Lyla. And, since I am such a giving domme, I thought I’d let you know that we have an appointment this evening.”
His morning erection got harder if that was possible. That did explain the racing heartbeat last night. What had he said? He was equal parts turned on and terrified.
She got out of the shower. “I didn’t hear you respond to me.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be ready.” He raced to grab her towel to dry her off.
4 Replies to “A is for Appointment”
Ooh … you’ve got me intrigued … more to come I hope !!!
Xxx – K
Maybe. I hadn’t thought about it but good idea
mmm so much fun in the morning. I would love to read a follow-up of this story 🙂
~ Marie xox
You are the second one to say that. I’ll have to think about the next piece. Xox