I stand up from my position on the floor and stretch out my back. A wave of nausea rises through me and has me holding my stomach.
“Izzy?”
“I’m fine. Just got up too fast.”
“You’ve been off for days. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe you should go to the doctor tomorrow?” I’d been tired, but until just now, I didn’t think it was anything.
Panic rises, adding to the sickness as my mind rushes to an impossible conclusion. “I’m going to just… lie down for a while. I’m sure it’s nothing.” I rush upstairs and close the door as the tears storm to my eyes.
I can’t be pregnant. I can’t.
All of the plans we’d not yet had the opportunity to make, the trips, the visits, the time spent together stream through my mind. None of that would be possible if we had a baby. I didn’t want a baby. That had never crept into my mind, and we certainly hadn’t discussed it.
I was being irrational. Apart from being tired and feeling a little sick, there were no other symptoms to have me thinking this. I suck back the tears and lie down on the bed. No. Seb and I have finally got our happy ever after. It wasn’t going to be ruined now by something that neither of us wanted.
“I come with tea.” Seb pokes his head around the door a few hours later. Luckily I’d dozed off, and I no longer felt sick or like bursting into tears.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Feeling better?”
“Much. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you going to see the doctor?”
“No, there’s no need. I’m sure I’m just over doing it. Or I’m finally coming down from the adrenalin and excitement that’s had me running at a hundred and ten percent the last few months.”
“Okay. Look,” Seb takes my hand, “we’ve only got a couple of days before Christmas and we won’t have our own bubble like last year. Tuesday night I’d like to have you all to myself. I had very interesting plans for us at Solace, and I don’t want to wait to share them.” His sexy grin spreads across his face.
“Tuesday is my last day at work. I think we should celebrate.”
“And I’ll be working from home on Tuesday, so there will be no delays. I’ll need to be in the office for a few hours on Wednesday morning, but I’ll be home before your folks arrive.”
“Perfect,” I whisper the words while at the back of my mind the nagging doubt over my earlier panic remains.
* * *
Two days in the office is a long time when you’re pre-occupied. Everywhere I looked I was reminded of the horrible thought that had slipped into my mind and taken root.
I was distracted and had to re-do the conversion statistics for one of my clients three times because I couldn’t keep focused. I was in hell. Every time I considered the possibility of being pregnant, a sickening feeling hit. If Seb and I had a baby, our relationship would change irrevocably. We weren't ready to give up our time. At least I wasn’t. I still wanted our time together to be just us.
The logical thing to do would be to buy a test and talk to Seb. But that will just make this all the more real. I was completely happy to live in ‘fairy world’ for the time being. I didn’t want my sour mood to ruin the last evening we had on our own for a while either.
I put on my ‘out of office’ response and make my way home.
The lyrics to Winter Wonderland greet me as I push the front door open. The house is warm and scents of cinnamon and apple complete the Christmas feel. It dissolves my woes and traditional Christmas joy sparks inside of me.
“I’m in the kitchen, Izzy!”
I walk through and find Seb waiting with a candle lit table. Seb is pouring two glasses of wine and turns and offers me one.
“Cheers,” he toasts.
“Cheers.”
“To our first Christmas as husband and wife.” We clink and I cast my eyes to the table.
“Are we eating?”
“Only something light. Italian Chicken. Take a seat.”
Seb serves a small plate of chicken in a fragrant tomato and vegetable casserole. He joins me, and we dig in, the Christmas music filling the silence as we enjoy the juicy morsels.
My distraction of the last few days has dampened my sexual appetite, but I can tell from the look on Seb’s face that he isn’t suffering from the same. His eyes are always slightly hooded, and he’s watching me like a hawk.
The delicious food is soon forgotten and the thrum of excitement kindles inside of me. I wait for Seb to speak, guiding the play of the evening.
“I want to keep the robe for when I take you to Solace. Make no mistake; you will be wearing it, and soon. Tonight, I want access to your body. Go upstairs and wait for me. Naked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I quietly move from the kitchen, careful not to rush and enter the bedroom. Seb didn’t tell me how long he’d be so I pull down the zip of my dress and wiggle out of it and slip the hold-ups off as I toe off my heels. I make short work of my bra and knickers and then pause. A flush rises over my skin as I wait expectantly.
My ears strain and I pick up the light thuds of his footfalls as he comes up the stairs. My heart skips to life, and I fidget in my place on the bed. All of the pent-up frustration from last week erupts within me.
Seb lingers in the doorway, making me wait longer. My gaze lowers, and I find a comfortable position to rest in. Knowing Seb, there is no set limit as to how long he’ll leave me frustrated.
“I don’t want to draw this out. We’ve both waited for this. I’m going to blindfold you, tie your hands and spank you, before making you come.” My breath hitches as his words form pictures in my mind. My skin practically cries for his attention.
“I can see from your breathing that you like the thought of that. Stand up for me, baby.” I slide off the bed and wait for him. I keep my gaze on the floor but want nothing more than to look up and get lost in his eyes.
He reads my body and tilts my head so that I can watch his pupils devour the aqua before he turns my world dark with the strip of silk. My body relaxes as I draw comfort from the familiar sensation.
“Hold your hands out to me.” I present my hands and feel the soft glide of the silk around my wrists. I’m in Seb’s hands now. A swarm of butterflies erupts in the pit of my stomach as my body anticipates his next move.
A bruising kiss lands on my lips. Seb holds me in place as he assaults me, stunning me into submission as he plunders my mouth.
“Umm. Now, lean over the edge of the bed, arms out in front. Legs spread wide so I can see your pussy.” Seb’s arm guides me around to the bed where I lean forward. A pillow cushions my chest, so I’m not at an awkward height. I inch my legs apart and rest my head to the side.
I take a few calming breaths.
I flinch at the first touch of Seb’s hand. No matter how many times he does this, I can never fully anticipate his touch. He strokes my bum, patting it softly across one cheek and then the other. It soothes my racing heart as well as my skin.
Thwack! His palm smacks my skin, and the crack rings out around the room. My eyes close behind their silk cover, and I sink deeper into the bed. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three more smacks in quick succession pull a gasp from me as the sting dissolves against my skin.
Seb finds his rhythm and intense heat burns across my backside. I sink into the feeling of being under his care and protection and relish the connection that my submission brings out in both of us.
He pauses, and I release a deep breath. He trails his finger through my pussy, and I groan in pleasure.
“Oh, baby. You’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“I don’t think you’re ready yet. Your skin isn’t pink enough.” His fingers dig into my bum as he pushes several fingers inside my waiting sex.
“Oh, god!” I mentally curse him but stay still. With my hands bound I can’t grip on to the covers. I have to take everything he gives to me. Thwack! Thwack!
“Yes!” My body tenses around his fingers with each strike. The flutter of my impending release ripples through me.
Thwack! Thwack!
Seb pumps his fingers after delivering his smacks, and I feel like I’m going to come apart from want. A stream of rambling murmurings plead with Seb as I get pulled further into the storm of my arousal. Need has overtaken my rational mind.
Seb’s hot mouth covers my pussy before he dips his tongue into me. He anchors my legs apart, and I stretch onto my tip-toes as my muscles tense in the hope of orgasm.
His tongue fucks me and swirls over my clit sending a riot of sensation through me. He repeats his move and tips me over the edge.
“Yes… Seb… Yes!” I come loudly, pressing back against him as I ride out my climax. All energy floods from my body as I lay limp and exhausted on the bed.
“You taste delicious when you come, baby.”
I don’t even have the energy to smile at his sexy words.
A loud knock at the door re-focuses my hazy mind. Neither of us acknowledges it until it sounds again.
“Ignore it,” I complain.
“Don’t worry. I will,” Seb purrs in my ear. His fingers release my wrists and the blindfold.
The knocking echoes through the house again, louder this time, and I can hear my phone ringing from downstairs. Clearly, someone wants our attention.
The look on Seb’s face promises death. I pity whoever might be at the door. I hide my giggle as he moves to deal with the untimely interruption.
“Please don’t go. We’re not finished here.”
“I’ll be right back. They really aren’t getting the message.”
I watch Seb stalk out of the room and listen for the commotion that is sure to follow. Instead of the prompt slamming of the door all I hear is a few faint voices. The endorphins rushing around my blood soothe the annoyance I’d normally feel.
A few moments later, Seb appears at the bedroom door, looking decidedly put out.
“Your parents have decided to visit early,” he grinds out.
“They’re here?” I bolt upright in shock.
“Yes.”
“Downstairs?”
“Yes, Izzy. I told them you were in the shower, so you better get your arse downstairs.”
“Why did you let them in?”
“I couldn’t turn them away, could I?”
I rush to the bathroom and grab my robe.
“Mum, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I shout from the top of the stairs, mortified that they have turned up early and unannounced.
I turn back to Seb. “I’m so sorry.” I gush at Seb.
“You know, next year we’re going away. I want you to myself with no interruptions.” Seb’s usually the definition of control. I can see he’s about to lose it.
Nine
“Mum, Dad, what are you doing here?” I ask as I enter the living room to greet them.
“We wanted to beat the holiday traffic tomorrow. We thought it would be a surprise.”
“Well, it was certainly a surprise. Let me get you a cup of tea, and I’ll go and get dressed. Seb will be down in a minute.”
I make tea before heading back upstairs.
I can hear the shower running and slip into the bathroom. I open the door to see if I can try and relieve Seb but snatch my hand back as the icy water splashes on my arm.
“It’s cold!”
“How else do you propose I calm myself down.”
I lick my lips, feeling decidedly naughty and beckon Seb out of the shower.
“I warn you, Izzy. I’m not in a particularly pleased mood. If you get down on your knees, I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and fast.”
I don’t need to answer. Instead, I lower to my knees and wait for him to take what he needs. He turns the water off and steps from the shower.
He strokes his solid cock and holds it out for me. I wrap my lips around the tip and pull him deeper into my heat. His fingers tangle in my hair to hold me in place and prevent my withdrawal before he rolls his hips, pushing his shaft all the way to the back of my throat. I relax my jaw and let my tongue go to work, licking around the underside and the enflamed head as he pulls out before ramming back into my mouth.
He groans loudly as he drops his head back and finds a punishing pace that I struggle to keep up with. Saliva seeps from my mouth, aiding his strokes. He punches his way down my throat until I nearly gag as hot streams of come pour into my mouth.
“Fuck. I needed that. Thank you,” Seb breaths out. I give him my best sexy smile.
“Come on. We need to look presentable for my parents.”
“I might need to get back in the cold shower.”
“Be my guest. I’ll just admire the view.”
Ten minutes later we both make it downstairs in a fit state to welcome my Mum and Dad. Seb makes tea while I give Mum a quick tour of the house.
“We’re still renting until we find something that we fall in love with.”
“This is quite some house, though, Izzy. Very nice.”
I wait to see if she says anything further, but she doesn’t.
The sudden urge to hear her question me about a family and children grates at my heart. I would never have wanted that in the past, hell, even last week. My thoughts are scattered all over the place.
We’d only moved here temporarily. I didn’t want Seb to buy a house simply because he could. Perhaps now was the right time to reconvene our search?
“Izzy?” Mum looks at me expectantly.
“Sorry, yes?”
“Are we done?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll get Seb to bring up your bags.” I lead Mum back into the kitchen where, by the sounds of things, Seb and my father are talking sports.
“So, now that we’re here do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Mum looks expectantly at me.
“Not really, sorry Mum. I was going to give the house a once-over before you arrived. Seb has to work in the morning.”
“That’s fine. We can certainly look after ourselves. Perhaps we could pop into Bath for some last minute shopping?”
“Really, Diane? On Christmas Eve?” Dad detests shopping at the best of times, let alone on one of the busiest shopping days of the year. I catch the frosty glare she throws his way and hide my smirk with my cup of tea.
“Perhaps we can discuss it at breakfast. If you don’t mind, I’m going to get an early night. I want to make the most of tomorrow now that we’re here.”
“I’ll bring your bags up, Diane.” Seb leaves the kitchen with Mum.
“It’s good to see you happy again, kiddo.” Dad puts his arm around me and pulls me to his side. He’s not the most affectionate, but these small gestures, when they do come, mean the world.
“Thanks, Dad. I am.”
“Sorry about the early arrival. Your mother can be… insistent.”
“It’s fine. Although a little warning would have been nice.”
“Right. I better be going to bed as well. Seems like there will be shopping on the agenda tomorrow. Night, kiddo.”
“Night, Dad.”
“I can’t believe our luck. I’m sorry about this evening.” I pull back the duvet and climb into bed.
“I’m trying to see the funny side. I suppose it’s not every day you're interrupted in the middle of sex.”
“By your in-laws.” Laughter erupts from my chest, and I slam a hand over my mouth before rolling into Seb’s warm body. He pulls me against him and holds me tight.
My giggling ceases when my mind skips forward nine months and the thought of a baby in our lives. We’d constantly be interrupted. We’d have another person to put first and prioritise over anything that we wanted. This is our first Christmas as husband and wife, and we’ve not even managed to celebrate together. There won’t be any other opportunities if I’m pregnant.
“Are you going to go shopping with your Mum tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
; “I just wish we’d been able to have some time for us. It seems that whenever we try, life gets in the way.”
“There’s going to be plenty of time for us. We might have been on a clock in the past, but that’s not how things are now, and they haven’t been for a while. What’s brought all of this on?”
“Christmas, maybe. Getting back to a normal life?”
“But that’s what I want with you. I’ve waited a long time for this. For you. I love you, and I love our life together. The D/s as well as the normal day-to-day and mundane.”
“And I love you.” I look up to see worry etched on Seb’s handsome face.
“You need to tell me what’s got you so out of sorts.”
“What do you want in the future? We’re still in this house. We haven’t talked about family or anything like that. I suppose I’ve got some questions that’s all.” I brace for the conversation I never wanted to initiate, but can’t help but need to know.
“I wanted to have you in our own home a long time ago. Renting was a compromise. I learnt that I couldn’t push you too hard or too fast. It worked because you’re now my wife.” He places a loving kiss on the top of my head as I snuggle in closer to his body. “We can look for a house in the new year. I know you wanted to contribute, and you have the money to do it. Maybe now’s the right time. As for a family, I’ve never given it much consideration.”
“Okay. That sounds like a plan.”
I lie in silence, calmed by the steady rise and fall of Seb’s chest.
“Good night,” I whisper.
“Night, baby.”
My eyes may have closed, but sleep evades me. A hundred things are racing through my mind. I know I was vague about what was on my mind, and Seb will no doubt be disappointed that I didn’t tell him the full truth about what worried me. Some couples would give anything to be parents. Shouldn't I be excited about this possibility?
I’m restless for what feels like the rest of the night. However, I’m asleep when Seb wakes me in the morning to say goodbye.
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