He held her head steady so she continued to gaze into his eyes as she said, “I saw Caren in the lobby as I was going out to the zoo to finish up some sketches while you were in a meeting. Since you hadn’t said anything about wanting to continue for longer than the three days, I figured it would be okay if I covered for her. It was only supposed to be a couple hours while she took her final.”
Fletcher straightened and stared across the room for what felt like an endless few seconds before he looked back at her.
“Would you like to continue as my rope bunny for the rest of my stay? Or would you rather stop? This is something we should decide before we see Derek at dinner.”
Instead of answering, she deflected, needing to know what he thought before she gave her opinion. “What do you want, Master Fletcher?”
Fletcher smiled at her as he ran the back of two fingers down her cheek. “I’d very much like to continue as we have been with one addition.”
“Addition?”
“Yes. I’d like to take the next step in our relationship and add sex to the mix. Seeing your body in my ropes is such a turn-on that I dream of baring your pussy while you’re all tied up and fucking you until you can’t walk afterward.”
Mallory took in a sharp breath then smiled. “I have a hard time walking after a session in your ropes now. Add sex into the mix and I may melt into a puddle of goo. But I like the idea. A lot.”
Fletcher nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do. After dinner. Right now we need to bring your things back from wherever you’ve hidden them and get us both cleaned up for dinner.”
Mallory couldn’t help the heavy sigh of disappointment brought on by the news that they would not be immediately falling into bed.
“No whining,” he said with a chuckle as he pulled her to her feet.
It only took a few minutes for the trip upstairs to retrieve her suitcase and portfolio.
Once back in his suite, while she was unpacking, he held up the oversized black carry case and asked, “When do I get to see what’s in here?”
Mallory stared at the big black folder before turning back to her suitcase Could she take the heartache that would come if he looked at her work and didn’t like it? Sure he, Reese, and Arlo said they liked her drawings, but those were caricature sketches of the animals everyone couldn’t help but love. What the portfolio held was older work that she hadn’t shown anyone since her husband had made some critical comments about them more than two years before.
“I’m not sure you’d like anything in there,” she said softly.
“Then again, maybe I would,” he countered as he set the portfolio back in the closet where she’d had it before. “But I won’t press you today for a peek. But I really would like to see whatever is hidden in there.”
“Someday,” she promised, laying clean underwear and her blue dress on the bed to put on after her shower. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she realized she needed to get moving if they didn’t want to be late. “Right now, I need to grab a quick shower before we head to dinner.”
She thought she heard Fletcher mutter, “Run, bunny, run,” as she stripped off her work uniform and slipped into the bathroom.
Standing in the bedroom looking at the bedside clock, Fletcher listened to the water turn on as he decided there was enough time for some fun in the shower before they had to leave. He stripped and headed into the bathroom, a need to take things further pushing him to join his rope bunny in the shower. Grabbing a condom from the bowl on the counter in the bathroom, he smiled as he watched Mallory who didn’t seem to be aware of him as she washed her hair.
Opening the door, he stepped in and smiled at Mallory standing under the shower with the water and bubbles racing down her body. Grabbing a washcloth from the bench seat, he began stroking it up and down her back.
“What?”
“Thought we could save time showering together,” he murmured.
He stepped in close behind her and reached around to rub the cloth over her front. He took his time wiping it over her breasts and down between her legs, helping to wash away the soap she’d rubbed over her body.
He took her weight easily when she leaned back against him, dropping the cloth so his hands could stroke over her wet, silky skin. Cupping her breasts, he flicked her beaded nipples back and forth with his thumbs. The action earned a moan that seemed to echo around the bathroom. When he stroked one hand down the center of her body and cupped her mound, she jolted, but then relaxed fully into his embrace.
“I thought we were going to wait until after dinner,” she panted.
“I decided I couldn’t wait. But don’t worry, we’ll play more after dinner,” he said as he spread her lower lips and rubbed a finger around and over her erect clit, earning another of the sexy sounds he was becoming addicted to. “That’s one of the advantages of having a younger man in your bed, wait times for round two aren’t quite as long.”
Fletcher finished washing and rinsing them both as fast as he could. Turning her in his embrace, he pulled her close and kissed her long and deep.
As their lips, teeth, and tongues mated, he ran one hand down her back to cup an ass cheek, smiling against her lips when she hissed with renewed pain. He then slid his hand around her hip to cup her pussy in such a way that his fingertips brushed over her warm, wet opening.
“Most Dominants don’t reward their punished subbie with an orgasm so soon after punishment, but I need to fuck you now and not later,” he said softly as he studied her expression.
Mallory looked at him with wide eyes and a smile slowly blooming on her lips. “Yes, please, Master.”
