by Sadie Haller
“Yes it is. If I hadn’t screwed up, she wouldn’t have lied.”
“Maybe not tonight, but I can assure you, she would at some point. She was willing to lie thinking it would keep her out of trouble. That kind of thinking doesn’t have a sell-by date, love. She got herself into trouble tonight, just like you did. The difference is you took responsibility for your actions and accepted the consequences. We are all very, very proud of you.”
“But I screwed up.”
“Yes, you did. You also accepted your punishment gracefully and have been forgiven. The slate is clean.”
“Until it gets thrown in my face, you mean.”
“Mac, can you please explain?”
Mac returned to the sofa and settled on the floor in front of Hildy. “He’s telling you the truth, Hildy. A good Dom doesn’t bring up past transgressions once they’ve been punished and forgiven. Neither does a good sub.”
“This is all so crazy making.”
Mac patted Hildy’s leg as she rose. “Stay there and rest with Wilson. You don’t have to figure it all out tonight. Just know you’re safe and with people who care.”
Wilson rested his cheek on top of Hildy’s head and quietly hummed bits of the adagio from Beethoven’s Sonata Pathetique as he stroked his fingers up and down her arm. When her breathing evened out, he relaxed a bit and set about figuring out how to make this work, and more puzzling, why he wanted to.
Hildy struggled to stay asleep despite the tickle on her cheek and being told it was time to wake up. She finally gave in and opened her eyes to glare at the fool who dared interrupt the most peaceful sleep she’d had in recent memory. She didn’t even try to hide her irritation. “What?”
“It’s time to go, love. Sully is spending the night here, and while Finn and Mac have made it clear they have plenty of space and we are both welcome, I thought you’d prefer to sleep in your own bed.”
Hildy shook off the sleep induced fog clouding her brain. “Yeah, I would.”
“I’ll get our stuff together while you get your coat and boots on, okay?”
Hildy nodded and rose from Wilson’s lap, surprised at the sudden loneliness she felt. She stole a glance at him as he got to his feet, and the heat she saw in his expression shot straight to her pussy. Her boobs ached for his touch and she recklessly considered taking him home to fuck. She didn’t doubt he’d be great in the sack, but she wasn’t too sure about this whole kinky thing, and she couldn’t imagine he did vanilla. Even if they could find sexual compatibility, the comfort and safety she felt when in his embrace was disconcerting and would make it virtually impossible to maintain a strictly fuck-buddy relationship.
She found her way to the door and pulled on her boots, preferring to wait until they were on their way out before donning her coat. It wasn’t long before Wilson returned with Finn and Mac. “Sully’s already headed to bed, but he sends his love,” Mac said.
“Thanks Mac. Can you tell him I’ll pick him up on my way to work and drop him home?”
“No, we’ll get him home tomorrow. Don’t you worry about a thing. Would you like me to get him to call you?”
“Maybe just tell him I’ll give him a shout after work?”
“Sure thing.” Mac moved in and gathered Hildy in her arms. “You call me, day or night if you need anything, or just want to talk. Okay?” Hildy nodded and Mac continued. “Fair enough. You did so well, tonight. We’re all really proud of you.”
Hildy nodded again, knowing her voice would betray her emotions. Mac loosened her grip and passed her into Finn’s arms. “Sweet dreams, pet. We’ll see you soon.”
By the time Finn let Hildy go, Wilson was ready and waiting to help her into her coat. “Come on, sleepy-head. The sooner we go, the sooner you can be snoring on your own pillow.”
She shot him a murderous glare. “I don’t snore.” The twinkle in his eye should have irritated her more, but instead, it fed the nagging ache she felt in her heart.
Hildy waved to Mac and Finn as Wilson slipped his arm through hers and guided her through the front door. “Careful, love. The steps look a bit slippery.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to be ornery, but she was tired, and he was right. “I will.”
“Good girl.”
“The party’s over, I think you can quit with the Dom-speak now.”
“Hildy, as far as I’m concerned, until I get you safely home, I’m responsible and the dynamic remains in effect.”
“And if I safeword out?”
Wilson didn’t respond until both he and Hildy were settled in the car. “Then we can drop the dynamic, but I have to ask you to consider carefully whether safewording in this situation would be from feeling overwhelmed and unable to deal, or just a quick and easy out?”
“It was just a question.”
“And that was the answer. Are you safewording?”
“Of course not.”
“Then the dynamic stays in place until I get you home.”
Hildy folded her arms on her chest and snapped, “Fine.”
“I can’t imagine you are looking for more consequences when we haven’t finished with what you’ve already earned tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you recall, you still have to apologise to Sully and me.”
“I kind of hoped I was going to get let off the hook.”
“Not a chance. Unless you safeword out, we’ll be returning to Mac and Finn’s tomorrow night to put this unpleasantness behind us.”
Hildy sunk lower in her seat and sulked. She was horny, and with this punishment hanging over her head, nailing Wilson was out of the question.
“What are you thinking so hard about, love?”
“Me being stupid.”
“You are not stupid.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“No, love, you aren’t. And whenever you say it, I’ll make be sure your ass will remind you every time you sit for many days to follow.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I know Sully doesn’t let you get away with talking down about yourself like this, and you can bet that luscious ass of yours, I won’t either.”
The nearer they drew to Hildy’s, the closer they were to separating, and the lonelier she felt. Casual sex was one of the few human interactions she was comfortable initiating. She was rarely rejected, and she had a pretty good instinct for choosing men who stayed just long enough to be polite, but never until morning. Wilson did not fit in that category. If she invited him in for a fuck, she had no doubt he would still be there when her alarm went off.
“When we get to my place, do you want to come in and fuck?” Not what she’d meant to say. Not even close.
“I have to say, love, that’s probably the very last thing I expected to hear you say tonight.”
“Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”
“No, we can’t. I do want to come in, and I do want to fuck, but only one of those things is going to happen tonight. You may want to use the time you have left before we arrive to get your head on straight. We’ve got some talking to do.”
Hildy pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut as she silently berated herself for continually being so fucking stupid.
“Saying it in your head is no different to saying it out loud, love. You are not stupid. A little impulsive, perhaps, but not stupid. You’ve been warned.”
Hildy worked at keeping her mind blank for the remainder of the ride home. She was almost calm by the time Wil pulled his key from the ignition.
Five
Wilson sat at the kitchen table in silence and watched Hildy fidgeting in the seat opposite as he considered the situation. He was in way over his head, and he had no idea what to do about it. What on earth possessed her to proposition him like that? Did she have any idea how fast her words made his cock stand up and take notice? Every single cock-deflation method he tried failed miserably. A swollen, angry penis was the worst possible distraction.
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�s the deal, Hildy. We’re both tired, so I would like to table most of the issues until morning. However, there are some that require immediate attention. Firstly, we need to talk about your proposition in the car.”
“Please, Wil, can’t we just forget it? I made a mistake. I’m tired and I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s exactly why we need to talk about this. Why are you so tired?”
“Maybe because I don’t sleep very well. It takes me a long time to get to sleep, and even once I get there, I wake up a lot. I don’t do medication and I’ve been like this my whole life, so I’m used to it.”
“What about when you sleep with someone? Do you sleep better or worse?”
“The few times anyone has stayed the night meant no sleep at all, so now, I only go to bed with men who fuck and go.”
“I see. Are you willing to try an experiment?”
“What kind of experiment?”
“You and I go to bed. We don’t fuck, and I stay the night.”
“Are you nuts? The only reason for me to let a man in my bed is so I can get my rocks off. Your proposal is the worst of both worlds.”
“I’d be lying if I let you think I didn’t want you with every inch of my cock. I want to ram it into your pussy over and over until we both explode. I want you on all fours while I bury it in your ass, and I really want you on your knees while you take it deep in your mouth.
“But that’s not all I want. I want to work your pussy over with my mouth until you scream. I want to lick, suck, and bite your nipples until you squirm and beg me to let you come, and damn it, I want to kiss you all night long.
“I want to do all those things and more, but I won’t. I won’t because what you think you want, and what you need are not always the same. Tonight, you won’t get what you want, but you will get what you need.”
“You walk in here, get me all hot and bothered, then tell me you aren’t going to do anything about it because it’s not what I need?”
“Pretty much. To be fair, you are not the only one who is all hot and bothered, but you do appear to be the only one who has consistently poor impulse control. I would like to point out, the other reason I won’t is because we have not had the all-important check-list talk, which I will not have whilst sporting a raging hard-on. No talk, definitely no sex.
“Fucking men who leave isn’t really working for you, is it? From what you’ve said, it doesn’t sound like it improves your sleep quality any. What’s the worst that can happen if I stay the night without sexual contact?”
“I could die.”
“Now you’re being silly. I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t sleep better, we can have the check-list talk over breakfast, and I’ll come back tomorrow night, fuck you six ways from Sunday, wait the appropriate amount of time, and leave. However, if you do sleep better, we have the check-list talk in the morning and then tomorrow night, I get to do anything I want within the limits of your check-list.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. Unless you safeword. Deal?”
“It doesn’t matter, because I know you’ll lose.”
“We’ll see. It’s getting late, so we may as well get this experiment started.”
Hildy couldn’t believe what she’d agreed to. Wilson sleep in her bed? All night, without even an orgasm? How fucking stupid was she? She finished rinsing her toothbrush and popped it in the holder on the side of the vanity.
Wilson spat out the toothpaste in his mouth and caught her eye in the mirror. “Hildy? Don’t think it. Your ass won’t appreciate it, I promise you.”
“How do you always know?”
“As tempting as it is to tell you it’s a Dom thing, I won’t. Your face doesn’t hide much, love. There’s this look you get when that thought pops into your head.”
“Damn it. I guess I need to work on that.”
“By work on that, you had better mean work on not having that thought. Because working on hiding it is no different from lying as far as I’m concerned, and the punishment for lying is probably the most severe I am ever likely to give you. Do you want to risk it?”
Hildy shook her head, but she couldn’t ignore how the prospect of severe punishment made her pussy throb and leak.
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“Like I said, love. Your face is like a jumbotron transmitting your thoughts to your audience. Don’t worry, Hildy. It’s a good thing. Come on, let’s get to bed.”
Hildy led the way to her bedroom and slid beneath the quilt. She lay there, trying not to let her panic show.
“Hildy, love? What is it?” She shook her head. “Please stop trying to hide it, and tell me what the problem is.”
She assumed the fetal position and wrapped her arms tightly around herself, too ashamed and embarrassed to answer.
“Come on, love. No judgement. I can’t help if you don’t tell me how.” Wilson gathered her into his arms and held her tight to his body. She was surprised at how much better this felt than being the filling in a quilt burrito.
“This. I need this.”
Wilson woke with his body still wrapped around Hildy and his unrelenting erection crushed between them. According to the clock, he still had ten minutes before her alarm would go off. He thought back to Hildy’s last words before she fell asleep and could make no better sense of them now than he could the night before. What the fuck was ‘this’? God, his cock needed some space before the urge to engage in a little frottage became unbearable. He started to loosen his hold on Hildy, but stopped when she began to moan. He pulled her back in tight, and she immediately settled. He repeated his actions and when he got the same result, he knew what ‘this’ was. He peppered her neck with tiny kisses. Yeah, he should let her sleep until the alarm went off, but a gentle wake up would be much better for both of them.
“It’s time to wake up, sleepy-girl.”
Half-asleep, Hildy moaned and complained in gibberish.
“Come on love, it’s almost time for the alarm.”
“No, want more sleep.”
“You can have that later. I want you awake before I get up and make you coffee.”
“No. More sleep now.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could grant you that, but I know you have to teach today and the alarm is going off in less than a minute.”
“Not fair. I get a nice sleep and poof, gone.” Hildy pushed slightly against Wilson’s arms and he loosened them, letting her shift around unimpeded.
The alarm blared obnoxiously for a few seconds before Hildy struck it dumb with a vicious slap. Wilson got out of bed and started dressing. “Time to get moving. You get yourself sorted, I’ll get the coffee going and meet you in the kitchen.”
Hildy let out a long-suffering sigh. “Okay.”
“Good girl. And don’t forget your check-list.” Wilson just grinned at her sour look, then left.
Wilson had a big mug of coffee waiting on the table for Hildy by the time she entered the kitchen. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“I can get it.”
“That wasn’t the question. What would you like?” He loved watching her struggle with the urge to refuse him when it was something she really wanted. Ah, the joys of being a Dom.
“Toast, dammit.”
“I understand yours isn’t the most sunshiny disposition in the morning, but I would appreciate it if you could be polite.”
“Toast, please.”
“With pleasure.” He slipped two slices of bread in the toaster. What would you like on your toast?”
“Butter and honey, please.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, drink your coffee, your toast will be ready in a few minutes.”
Wilson left Hildy to a few minutes of quiet reflection. He’d be disrupting it soon enough.
Hildy sat, quietly sipping her coffee, her mind busy trying to untangle the deluge of overwhelming feelings. Wilson set the plates of toast on the table, then pulled a sheaf of papers fr
om his pocket and set them in front of her as he sat. “Here’s mine. May I have yours?”
Hildy set her cup down and grabbed her own bundle of papers from the chair next to her and slapped them down in the middle of the table. “Here.”
Wilson smiled. “Thank you, love. Let me know when you’re done.”
Hildy grunted and shifted her chair sideways in an attempt to ignore the man who had completely upset her reality. The chuckle she received for her efforts did nothing to improve her mood. She picked up the papers Wilson gave her and started reading.
By the time she reached the second page, her panties were soaked and she knew she was in trouble. So far none of the stuff in his ‘I could do this all day every day because it’s my favourite thing ever’ column turned up on her ‘not even if it meant death if I don’t’ column. She chanced a peek at Wilson. The quirk of his lips and the gleam in his eye was unsettling. Shit, she was in seriously deep trouble. She tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in her belly and the wetness between her legs as she read through to the end. She set her shaking hands in her lap and tried to steady her breathing.
“Done, love?”
Denying it wasn’t an option. “Yes.”
“Good. Do you have any questions or concerns?”
“Only a shed-load.”
Wilson rose and came around to her side of the table and took her hands in his as he crouched. “I should hope so. If it makes you feel any better, so do I.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Would you feel more comfortable if we asked and answered each other in writing?”
“Oh hell, yes.”
“Okay. Do you have time before we go to Finn and Macs tonight if we do it by email?”
“I guess.”
“Good girl. Now go put on fresh panties and finish getting ready for work. I’ll clean up.”
How the hell did he know? Hildy tried to ignore her burning face. “I don’t understand at all. I thought Doms kept subs to do all the domestic stuff.”
“Some do. But, it’s not my kink. I’m more of an equitable division of labour kind of guy.”