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He inspected the shot glasses and scowled at my friends who were highly intoxicated. Matt made his way to Kendall and took the bottle of tequila out of her hands. He then wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the room. Coley and Rebecca turned toward each other and had a drunken conversation about Kendall and Matt and Caine and me. It was funny to see and hear their drunkenness.
“I see my reminder worked,” Caine whispered.
“Yes, I guess it did,” I replied as I pressed back into his hardness.
“Let’s go home so I can reward you, rather than punish you,” he suggested in a husky voice.
As much as I really enjoyed our Domestic Discipline relationship, the thought of a reward over a spanking seemed like the better bet. “No spanking?” I asked.
“I said no punishment. I didn’t say no spanking,” he teased. “Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me through all the goodbyes. I’m sure it was obvious to all why we were suddenly rushing to get home.
17
I woke up to the sound of Caine in the shower. I looked at the disheveled bed and smiled with the memory of the night before. It seemed like every time Caine and I had sex, it was better than the last. I would think I had the best sex of my life, only to feel that way the next time. Absolutely amazing would be an understatement. He was so attentive, so loving and he was demanding in bed in a way only Caine could do. God, I loved this man.
The water stopped and shortly after the bathroom door opened. Caine had a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular chest looked mouthwatering with the drops of water dripping down to his perfect abs. He looked so happy with a huge Cheshire grin. He leaned against the doorframe and gazed at me.
“You’re gorgeous. You make me so happy seeing you lying in my bed,” he admired. He made his way to the edge of the bed and bent down to place a kiss on my forehead. “Get up and get showered, Neely girl. I have a surprise today,” he softly commanded.
“A surprise? What?” I asked with excitement.
“Get up, and get ready and you’ll see,” Caine answered. He softly ran his fingers through my hair before simply stating, “I love you.”
I tried to get ready as quickly as I could. I absolutely loved surprises. The weather was lovely outside, so I was able to put on a nice summer dress. Caine loved when I wore dresses, stating it was because he had easier access. I brushed my hair leaving it long like Caine liked as well. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and felt pretty. Caine had a way of making me feel beautiful. Ever since I’d been with Caine, my self-esteem had grown leaps and bounds. He did wonders for my ego. He allowed me to feel confident about my womanly curves and comfortable with my natural beauty. The hips I so often detested now looked voluptuous. Every part of my body now seemed sensual and desirable.
I walked into the kitchen to find Caine finishing up the last details of breakfast. He had made a fruit salad and blueberry muffins. The table was already set and there were flowers in a vase in the center. The sliding glass door was open, letting in the warm fresh air, and I could hear the birds chirping outside. Everything seemed so romantic, so special, like a love story.
“My, my, Caine, I never knew you could be so romantic. A girl could get used to this type of treatment,” I lovingly teased as I walked over to kiss him on the cheek.
“You deserve nothing but the best.” He took a step back so he could take a full look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman on this planet. Look at you. I’ve never been so blown away by someone as I am with you,” Caine exclaimed.
I blushed and made my way to the table. Caine followed with the rest of breakfast and sat across from me. He raised a champagne glass filled with a mimosa and silently toasted by clinking with my glass.
I took a bite of the muffin. “Mmmm this is good! You’re quite the baker.”
Caine laughed before he admitted, “It’s from a box.”
“Well, I like it anyway. Thank you for going through so much effort. I love you, Caine. I know it seems like I tell you that I love you all the time, but I can’t find the right words. I have so much emotion bottled up inside, that the words I love you seem like the closest and only way to describe it.” I scrunched my face. “I know I’m not making sense. But I feel so strongly for you that I just want to say it all the time. I wish there were a stronger word than love. My feelings are stronger than that.” I looked at him, blushing. “Does that make any sense at all?”
