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I left a sticky note on the door to the bedroom with a hastily written note to Kate so she knew I was out for a run. I pulled on a light jacket and tied my running shoes and left the building, running down 8th Avenue on my usual route.
As I ran, I tried to focus on my technique, my stride, my breathing, my general form. I wanted to blank my mind of all the problems in my day – the case, Kate’s trauma, Ethan, Lisa, but of course, my focus drifted from the pace I was keeping to my conversation with Lara. So, Lisa had been known as a bit of a problem… She’d asked that I be included in more of their play, but Derek had thought it best to let me take the lead. When she insisted, they broke up. She’d done some switching, training to be a part-time Domme? That suggested she wasn’t entirely happy with being a submissive. That was fine – some people enjoyed taking both roles in their BDSM play, but with Lisa, it suggested to me that she was confused and unhappy. If Derek had broken up with her, ended their relationship because of her problems accepting his dominance, she might have been confused and thought of me as someone she could turn to. I
was known as a lightweight in the community. Maybe she thought I’d be more flexible…
We hardly spoke when we were together back at Derek’s mansion in Yonkers. It wasn’t as if we had a social relationship and got to know each other personally. I topped her. That was pretty much the extent of our interaction, other than sitting down and talking beforehand about limits. She seemed to have none, and had been willing to do pretty much anything.
She was a mindless pastime to me and a chance to practice my rope technique.
If anything, Derek and I spent more time talking about mutual interests. He was a business man, wealthy from a family business like my father’s business, although his was in some kind of specialized tools for building. He inherited his business from his father, as I did the corporation, so we had a lot in common. After we met via Lara, he became a wealthy donor to the Foundation.
I’d call Dave in the morning and see if he had any record of recent donations from Derek’s corporation so we could get in contact with him about Lisa. I wanted to know what Derek thought about her, and what she’d said about me. I could at least know where things went wrong. I might be able to help prepare for any charges that might come against me.
I hoped, as I ran through the streets, that Lara was right – once the police had a clearer picture of who Lisa was, they’d know that she was mentally unbalanced and unreliable. Then, they’d stop looking at me as a potential accomplice and realize that I was totally innocent and a victim of her madness. I hoped that Lara could check the list of events Lisa claimed we met in secret so I could counter her claims. I knew that might be difficult. How could I prove that I didn’t meet and have sex with her in the broom closet at an event we were both at?
The only way would be to have witnesses that saw me the entire time. I didn’t usually use the washroom during a performance, but there had been times when my pager would go off in my pocket and I’d have to leave to take a call. My patients might have complications after a difficult surgery so I would respond, leave the event and return to the hospital to care for them. If I didn’t have to leave, but consult, I would return to my place in the auditorium or theater. There was no way I could prove I didn’t meet Lisa in the alley for a quickie, much as I had been with Kate that night at Carnegie Hall.
When I was finished with my run, I returned to my neighborhood and walked down the street towards the apartment. I glanced up at the windows and saw Kate standing in the kitchen with Sophia on her shoulder. Sophie must have woken up and needed another feed or change.
When I arrived inside, after taking off my running shoes, I went to the kitchen. Kate was speaking on the phone and turned when she heard me.
“Okay, thanks for calling,” she said, her face pale. “Yes, I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
She ended the call and laid the cell on the island countertop. “That was Elaine,” she said and patted Sophie on the back, who was now sleeping, her eyes closed tightly. “The phone rang and woke her up so I picked her up.”
“What did Elaine have to say?” I asked softly, going over to them and bending down to kiss Sophie on her plump soft cheek.
“My father’s awake and doing much better,” she said and smiled, her eyes filling with tears of relief. “He was even cracking jokes.”
I smiled at her. “That’s a good sign.”
“It is,” Kate said and rubbed Sophie’s back. Then, I followed her upstairs to Sophie’s bedroom. Kate laid Sophie down in the bed and then leaned down to kiss her cheek, tucking the blanket around her. I followed suit and then the two of us stood and watched her for a moment, as we usually did. I was sure Kate felt as I did – amazed that this beautiful child was ours.
Kate left first, opening the door slowly so the sound didn’t wake Sophie. I followed her out of the room and then made my way to our room to the master suite so I could have a shower.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said as Kate stood in the bedroom door watching me. “I need a shower after that run.”
I stripped off my sweats and turned on the shower, waiting until it was nice and steamy before stepping in. Then, I lathered my hands and began to wash myself off, starting at my hair and working my way down. I was busy soaping my toes when the glass door to the shower opened and Kate stood there, naked, her eyes half lidded.
“May I join you?” she said softly.
I stood up and ran my hands under the stream of water to rinse off the soap. “You don’t ever have to ask.”
She entered the shower and stood next to me, the water running over her body, wetting her hair, her eyelashes, and then streaming over her shoulders and over her very ample breasts. While I watched, her nipples grew hard and my body responded like some teenage boy who hadn’t been kissed before, my dick thickening, blood pulsing through my veins.
I looked in her eyes, hoping to see an invitation in them to do more than look at her longingly. Although I would usually initiate sex, I wanted her to invite me to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her. I needed her fiercely, aching to lie on top of her and fill her up with my cock.
Instead, she stepped closer and placed her hand behind my head, pulling me down to her mouth for a kiss. That was all the invitation I needed. I kissed her deeply, then began to kiss her neck, dying to take her nipple into my mouth, but she stopped me.
“Here,” she said and handed me a bar of soap. “I’d like it if you washed me off first.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I said, my voice thick with desire. I took the soap and lathered it between my hands, working up some nice slick suds which I then used to wash every inch of her body. Her delicious, curvaceous, bountiful body. My hands were shaking when I finally slid them over her shoulders from her neck to her breasts. Since Sophie had been born and nursed, I felt as if Kate’s breasts belonged to her, and rightfully so, but now, they were mine.
I loved Kate’s breasts, delirious from their heavy weight in my hand, the way her nipple responded to my touch. Usually light pink, they were darker now because of hormones, and they made my dick incredibly hard as they responded to my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her neck when I bent down to kiss her.
She gasped when my mouth closed around one nipple, her back arching. At first, I worried that she’d be unresponsive because of being so focused on being a mother and nursing Sophie, but she was responsive. Very responsive, her eyes closing, her head falling back as I squeezed one breast in my hand and sucked on the nipple of the other breast.
