“I was thinking that it’s nice to have you looking at me,” I tell him. “It’s nice that you aren’t hiding wanting to see me.”
“Why would I hide from you, Heather?”
“Most people do, you know. Most people don’t want their partner to know what turns them on or makes them excited. People get embarrassed by their kinks.”
“And you?”
“Am I embarrassed?”
He nods.
“A little,” I tell him. “I like being treated like a little. I enjoy that. I like being submissive. I like being bossed around a little,” I smile. “I’m not like that in my real life,” I say. “In real life, I have to constantly be alert and aware and make decisions and sometimes…”
I sigh.
“It’s all a bit much to handle, isn’t it?” He murmurs.
He understands.
And that makes me feel so, so good.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Sit down on the edge of the bed,” he says.
I do what he says.
He kneels before me and he takes off each of my shoes. First one: then the other. He places them carefully to the side and there’s a part of me that’s really, really happy he didn’t just throw them. They weren’t cheap, and I don’t make a lot of money. I’d hate to have them scuffed up or damaged on a night like tonight. Plus, knowing myself, I’d spend the rest of the evening stressed out about it.
Now I don’t have to worry.
Is it wrong that I love this so much?
Peter finishes undressing me and then he pulls me to my feet.
“You look lovely,” he says, and he kisses me on the end of my nose. It’s a sweet gesture, almost innocent, and then he leads me to the en-suite. We walk through the doors and it’s like magic.
“This is your bathroom?” I ask. I’m totally shocked at the space before me. It’s beautiful.
“It’s my guest bathroom,” he clarifies.
“How often do you have guests over?”
“Are you jealous?”
“I’m curious.”
“Not as often as you might suspect. I spend most of my free time at the club.”
“Why?”
“My, my, you are a curious little kitten.”
He sits down on the edge of the tub and turns on the water. He gets it to just the right temperature and then he starts to fill the bath. He adds bubbles and some scented oils, and then he turns back to me.
“I lead a busy life,” he says. “I don’t often have time for complications.”
“Relationships are complications?”