The men bring the first box through the door, placing it on the floor and handing Fritz a large phone-like screen to sign his waiver before heading off to make another trip downstairs.
“You wouldn’t harm her,” I tell him, “You couldn’t. I trust you. She trusts you.”
He just shakes his head, preparing a cup of coffee for our girl, “I can’t, Cas,” his voice cracks on the wordcan’t, and I realize I’ve pushed him too far for now. I hope he’ll come around eventually. All these grand gestures certainly showmethat he’s in this for her permanently. But I fear Bel will remain unconvinced of his devotion, seeing how he refuses to just tell her how he feels for her.
After the12trips back and forth, the living room is filled with boxes of all shapes and sizes. They’re stacked nearly to the ceiling, and I wonder if Fritz has any idea what he’s just subjected us to. What could he have possibly purchased to take up this much room?
Once they take their leave, Bel comes toddling out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She pauses at the entryway to the living room, “What the fuck?”
Fritz bounds over to her, holding out coffee with one hand and wrapping his other around her head for a quick kiss, “Good morning, Sweets.”
She grabs the coffee and looks around at the disaster of the room, “What is all this?” Taking a sip, she sighs out her contentment and walks to me, awaiting the same treatment she received from Fritz. But she seems to forget thatIam not as nice as he is.
Rather than a simple good morning peck, I steal her coffee and set it on the closest flat surface. I grip her throat and pull her to me for a searing kiss, licking the sweet and slightly bitter taste from her mouth. She whimpers and tries to pull away, but I’m not finished with her. My free hand dips to grab a handful of her round bottom, pulling her against me.
“Cas,” she mumbles against my lips, “don’t tease me.”
“Yes, come now, Caspian,” Fritz warns, though the hunger in his voice can’t be denied, “Let the poor girl have a moment of reprieve before we relieve her of her clothes again.”
I place one more chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth before releasing her. Admittedly, I am far closer to being a feral monster right now than I care to admit. After using her incredible mouth to make me into a puddle, having had no time for anything fordaysbefore that, I am craving the sweet warmth of her body.
Leaving and knowing Fritz was working her into rapture without me was pure torture. If his smug expression is any indication, he knows exactly how I’m feeling. I suppose it’s only fair, seeing how he was tortured with the knowledge that I was taking her repeatedly, and all he could do was listen and watch.
“Wait until you see everything I got, Bel. You’re gonna love it,” Fritz gushes, “The bed is twice as big as the one in there right now and it hashandcuffs.” At the sudden trepidation gracing Bel’s face, he assures her, “To use on me, silly. You said being bound is a hard boundary for you, right?”
She nods slowly, sipping her coffee, “Right now, yes. But we’ll see?”
“Darling girl, if it’s something that doesn’t turn you on, there’s no need toseeif it will one day,” he assures her, “but you seemed tolovethe idea of punishing me, so now it’ll be easier. Don’t worry, it’s super discreet and pretty. Nothing crazy. I just knew we needed a bigger bed for the three of us. And I knew we’d need one with durability, for all the sex we’ll be having in it for the foreseeable future.” Bel’s eyes dart to mine, just for a moment, before returning to where he’s enthusiastically explaining all the ways she can bind him and play in the bed.
I internally groan. Fritz doesn’t know it, but his phrasing almost certainly just ruined this gesture. Bel has agreed to bind herself to me foreternity, but now she’ll be questioning whether he’s going to be with us forever or just for now.
I watch as she wipes the uncertain look from her face, focusing back on the present and sharing in his excitement. He’s made it clear that he’s hers, of course. But I fear she thinks of herself as temporary in his life. I’m unsure how to fix that since he seems hellbent on keeping his deep feelings unsaid, and she is the type to need verbal confirmation.
“Okay, Cas. Let’s get to work,” he interrupts my thoughts. “We’ve got two weeks until we have a whole suite full of people. Let’s get the furniture set up, and you can get started on the menu while we-” he gestures between himself and Bel, “go shopping for decorations and place settings.”
We spend the entire day moving furniture, sometimes with Bel still sitting upon it, and by the end of the day, I’m so fucking sick of reading instructions I burn the corner of a page by accident. But my Dove’s beaming smile as she looks around at the home we’ve put together for her makes everything worth it.
As we wind down at the end of the day, making our way to the new and improved primary bedroom, Fritz chirps, “So how are we breaking this thing in? I was thinking-”
“Actually, I knowexactlyhow,” I tell him, “Lots of snuggles.”
He pouts, “But,Cas-”
I put a hand on his shoulder, “Give the poor girl a break, Fritz. She spent all day putting our home together while her body still works to heal her hand. Let her get some fucking sleep. We’ll… break it in first thing in the morning?” I look at the sleepy girl in question, and she nods. “And if not, I’ll just bind you to it and make you stay there all day while we do whatever we want without you. Win, win.”
Good Morning
Caspian
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Belissenda asks me when I drag her from the room a few mornings later. Her hand is doing much better, barely causing her any pain at all. Even her physical therapist is very impressed, so I believe she deserves something extra special today.
“Yes, my Dove. In fact, this is the best idea I think I’ve had since the FaceTime weeks ago.” I almost cannot believe so much time has passed. While the days we were separated felt like eons, the weeks since then have flown by as if they were nothing more than hours. Time with her flies by far too quickly. How fortunate we are that our eternity is only beginning.
She tries to hide her blush from me behind her still bandaged hand, giggling, “That was a good idea.”
I place a kiss on her forehead and ask her to do the chore I’ve assigned her. None of us will be under the impression this actually works without Fritz’s complete cooperation. He could break out at any time and will almost certainly be pretending to sleep to give Bel her fun, but that’s all part of the adventure.
While I wait for her to return, my heart is pounding at the ideas barraging my mind. She’s going to be so amazing at this, and she’s going to see a side to Fritz I can’t imagine many have seen. For someone like us, so used to being in control, choosing submission is not easy. It requires a lot of trust.
