I lower my arms and he helps me out of my coat. Then Zack hangs it on the coat rack by the door. He kicks off his shoes and helps me out of mine. Then he leads me into the living room. He looks around for a second.
“You have a lovely home,” he tells me.
“Thank you.”
It’s messy, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. There are toys on the floor and there’s still a bowl of cereal on the coffee table from breakfast. I had two little girls here until lunchtime. I didn’t really have time to clean.
Maybe I just didn’t have the energy.
I’m not sure.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Upstairs.”
“Do you want to show me the way or do you want me to carry you?”
“I get a choice?”
“You always get a
choice, Christina. That’s why you have a safeword.”
“I want you to carry me,” I whisper. I can’t really say why I’m choosing this except that it feels nice to have someone taking care of me and looking after me.
“Come here,” he says. Zack doesn’t look like a typical Dom, at least not the type of Dom I usually see at Anchored. He’s not in leather pants. He’s not in boots. He just looks like he came to the club after a long day at the office, and I realize that might be true.
He’s got a suit on with a matching tie, and he takes his jacket off and hangs it over the back of my couch.
“We can hang that up in the closet, if you like.”
“Come here,” he repeats, and I get the feeling that Zack isn’t used to repeating directions.
I cross the space between us quickly. Suddenly, I feel nervous and excited. My belly is exploding with butterflies. I feel like my heart is soaring and it’s hard to believe that in just a few minutes, we’re going to be naked upstairs together.
We’re going to be naked in my bed.
We’re going to be naked and Zack is going to be touching me.
“Put your arms around me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, and then he lifts me. He carries me like I don’t weigh a damn thing, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel self-conscious about my body. I feel comfortable. I feel pretty.
I feel desired.
“Which door?” He asks.
“The first one.”
He pushes open the door and carries me to the bed. Then he sets me down in the middle of it. Luckily, I at least made my bed today and my room, at least, seems to be mostly clean.
Zack looks around for a minute, taking in the room. I know he’s not being nosy or judgmental. No, he’s got that Dom look in his eyes. He’s trying to figure out what toys I have on hand and what items he can use to play with me.
“All right, beautiful,” he says. “Where do you keep your vibrator?”
“What makes you think I have a vibrator?” I blush, and he laughs.
“Well, I’m going to spank you for that,” he says.