Chapter 5
Iopen my eyes to see two baby blue eyes lazily looking back at me.
“Good morning,” I rasp in a husky morning voice and smile at James. “Have you been awake long?”
“No,” answers James sleepily.
We lie staring at each other trying to soak in our last morning together in our little peaceful holiday home before we have to make the trip back to collect the kids from school and back to our lives and our real reality.
“Do we have anything planned for this morning?” I casually ask. I watch as a slow grin spreads across James’ face.
“We do.”
“Are you going to let me in on the plans?” I grin back.
“I can give you an idea.”
“Ok, give me an idea then,” I reply good naturedly.
“Well, first we are going to put your new collar back on to you. You know what that means don’t you?”
“You are going to be my Dom.”
“And?”
“I am going to be your little submissive wife.”
“Exactly.”
“And what would you like me to do for you, Sir?” I ask.
“I have a few things planned, but mostly I would like you to do exactly what I ask. Do you have any problem with that?”
“No, I can be a good girl.”
“Good. You remember your safe word.”
“Neptune.”
“Excellent. Use it if things become, let’s just say—too uncomfortable for you.”
“Okay,” I reply, curious now.
“A few little ground rules for today and for practice when we are home and you are wearing your collar,” James begins, and I nod.
“You will not speak unless spoken to,” he says as he begins to run through the list watching me carefully for my reaction.
“Unless otherwise instructed you will sit on the floor on your knees, resting your butt on your heels, naked with your legs apart so that I can see your pussy from wherever I am, head angled down with your eyes to the floor. Your hands will rest palm up on your thighs.” My eyes widen a little but I nod for him to continue.
“You will obey my every request and know that I have your best interests in mind.” I nod.
Listening to James’ confidence in his commanding tone has flutters of liquid heat pooling at my core.
Yes, this is exactly what I like to hear from my man.
Getting up, James walks around to the dressing table and picks up my collar. Walking back over to the bed I sit up and move my hair up as he gently fastens it around my neck.
“Do you need the bathroom?”
“Yes I do,” I reply.
“One more rule. You shall address me as Sir.”
“Yes I do, Sir,” I reply obediently, and respectfully.
“Crawl into the bathroom.”
My eyebrows raise a teeny bit but I collect myself before climbing off the bed and lowering to the floor. I have crawled plenty of times now for my jobs, I should be used to it. I have just never crawled for my husband.
I crawl into the bathroom, use the toilet and wash my hands and take a drink before crawling into the bedroom again.
James watches my body as I move across the carpeted floor on hands and knees, my arse in the air and my breasts hanging heavy and high from the floor.
When I get to where he is sitting on the bed, I sit back on my heels, my legs open wide and my palms sitting atop. I look up at James for instructions.
“Good girl,” he purrs as he reaches down and strokes a hand across my face and under my chin as he holds my face to look up at him. “You can walk and hold my hand to go to the kitchen and I will make us a hearty breakfast.”
Standing and taking my hand, we walk together into the kitchen. I’m naked but he has pulled on some boxers.
“Sit in that chair, hands on your knees but legs open wide where I can see all of you whilst I prepare our food.”
I follow James’ instructions as he suggests and sit open legged and watching as he cooks eggs and bacon and smashes an avocado onto toast. Every now and then he looks over to me, not to catch me out but to give me a once over look of approval that makes me shudder with horniness.
We sit quietly in the dining room, music playing from one of the speakers in the kitchen.
It feels strange to not speak and also to be naked around James in such a way.
I had grown used to not wearing any clothes with the eight men but that seems like such a long time ago despite it being only a few days.
When we’re finished I want to pick up our plates and start to clean up but don’t move, instead looking to James for instructions.
“Time to get you showered, my Rose Petal.” Is all James says as he holds out a hand and leads us back into the bathroom.
I stand by the stall as he turns on the taps, he takes off my collar before leading us both under the jets of water.
Gently he soaps his hand and washes my body from my neck and shoulders, soaping up my breasts and then lower down to my navel and in between my folds and my arse crack.
He makes it feel a bit less unusual when he spends extra time on my clit making me feel giddy at the attention he’s giving me.
“Head under the spray now,” James commands.
I do what he asks and stand under the spray long enough to rinse my hair before moving out of the direct spray and James squirts my shampoo into his hands and soaps up my hair next.
It does feel quite pampering once he’s run conditioner through my strands.
When I think I’m ready to leave the shower stall, he reaches for his razor, lowering to his knees and begins to run it up and down my legs until his attention is obviously directed in front of his face.
“Leg up on my shoulder.” And I can’t quite believe it. I watch in bemusement as James shaves my folds just as carefully as Carl had. I didn’t think anyone would ever shave me again down there, let alone so soon.
Once he is done, he dips his tongue in between my folds and licks up my centre to my clit and I moan. “You like that, Rose Petal?” he asks looking up into my eyes.
“Yes, please do it again Sir.”
I didn’t need to ask twice as I watch James bend his head again and lap up from my opening to my clit where he stays and circles my sensitive nub.
I run my hands through his hair as I hold him to me, enjoying the way he’s tasting and teasing me.
Before an undercurrent of an orgasm starts to bubble, he pulls away again and instructs me to get out of the shower and get dry whilst he washes.
I move out of the shower begrudgingly as I had anticipated returning the favour and cleaning him. But I don’t want to be a brat and argue so I follow his instructions perfectly. He washes quickly and is out by the time I am drying off my hair.
I lift my damp hair as James fastens my collar back on and leads me out of the bathroom naked whilst he has a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Sit here. You know the position.” James points to a spot by the dressing table and I get to my knees and sit as he has directed.
I lower my eyes and wait for his next instructions.
I hear his movements as he dresses but then I hear his footsteps quietly leave the room and they don’t come back immediately.
I can’t hear too much from where I am sitting in the bedroom, only the faint noise of the music playing in the kitchen.
I try to relax my muscles and my mind and meditate whilst I wait.
Time goes by that feels like an eternity longer than what it must be. When James enters the room he commands, “Eyes on me Rose Petal.”
I look up to see him dressed in jeans and a casual polo shirt, the ends of his blond hair still wet from the shower like mine.
His eyes dance as he walks towards me. He looks almost excited.
“Stand,” he instructs, and I hastily try to get to my feet but my limbs feel stiff and it takes a moment to unfold myself and stand.
Holding out his hand, I take it to steady myself and he leads me through the small house until we get to the front room.
As he turns to lead me in, I gasp and try to hide behind James to cover my naked body.
There is a man sitting on the sofa, a familiar man. A man we know very well. One of James’ friends who he grew up with and who recently got divorced.
“Don’t be shy, Rose Petal, you know Matty.” James turns to face me as I use his body to shield me from Matty’s view. Even though I am meant to be in role, I break it as I tug him back out of the room and behind the wall.
“What is he doing here?” I ask dumbfounded. I feel knocked off balance not at the familiarity in our guest but in the setting of us here and now.
“You are going to let Matty play with your body whilst I watch,” replies James intently. My eyes bulge at his request.
“But why Matty?” I ask, almost desperate to understand his thinking behind it.
“Because I trust him like a brother. He’s tested, he’s into people watching him and I trust him with my most prized possession which is you,” he states matter of factly and it is all I can do but gape at him. I’m blown away by the situation I find myself in.
James cups my face with his hands and whispers, “I know this is not what you were expecting, I know this is new to you. But please trust I have given this a great deal of thought and I want to watch someone else fuck you. I know you do it as part of your job, which I do love for you. But I always wish I was there with you and watching what these men like to do with your body. It drives me wild imagining. And I thought, what is better than imagining? Watching.”
“But Matty?”
“He won’t tell a soul if that’s what you’re worried about?”
“Yes, I mean no. I don’t know. It’s a lot to take in. I just need a minute to absorb it. No one knows what I do for work, I haven’t told a soul,” I whisper, desperately
“And neither have I. We’ve had a few drinks recently and got into a deep discussion about what we’d like to do if we could, and it turns out he would like to be a Bull and I want to watch and be the cuckhold.
And no, it was never discussed as something we’d like to do together until this week when you were away working, and he came round for some beers to watch the match and I had the idea.
He has no idea that you have been doing this professionally. ”
James’ eyes look honest and pleading into mine. The muscles in my shoulders loosen and I lower them an inch. I take a steadying breath and try to choose my words carefully, not frantically. “So, you want to watch Matty play with me, like I would with a Member and you’re going to be ok with this?”
James’ face relaxes slightly and he earnestly replies, “Yes, I would very much like to watch Matty fuck my wife,” as heat enters his eyes.
“And the collar, does he know what we have been doing this morning?”
“Yes, he knows I did those weekend classes of Dom training. He’s down for however we want to run the show.”
“And how do we want to run the show, how do you want to play it?”
“If it’s ok with you, I would like to continue my role as your Dom and you as my submissive. I would like to instruct you both on how you are going to play together. If you are not comfortable, I completely understand Rose Petal, I should have run this past you beforehand. I see that now.”
“I think I’m ok with it James, I was just startled it was someone I know. Your friend. I’ve never played with someone I know before. It’s just new to me, that’s all. I can do it, for you and your fantasies I can do it.”
James grabs my face once more and pulls my lips to his in a heated exchange of tongues and saliva.
I can feel his gratefulness in the kiss as I lean into him, feeling more assured that he wouldn’t allow this to happen if he didn’t trust Matty.
Last week I spent seven days with eight men for my own fantasy.
What’s another guy who happens to be familiar?
When we break apart, our faces still close, I look into James’ eyes and see the reassurance I need. I can do this, I will do this. For James. It’s going to be an experience that’s for sure… Taking a deep breath I smile at him and say, “Lead the way Sir, I believe I have a cock to service.”
Looking thrilled with my statement, James takes my hand and squeezes it before composing himself once again into the Dom he was always meant to be.