Igladly accepted the fifty-three years. What it meant was fifty-three glorious years of being with Jacob. I had missed him so much. The only time I felt good about myself was when I was with him or talking to him. I wouldn’t truly be reunited with him until I died, but at least I would have fifty-three years alone with him while on Earth.
I had been transferred to a California mental health facility where I’d start what would be the best part of my life since Jacob had died. I expected it to be wonderful simply because I would get to talk to Jacob each day. As I crawled into bed on my first night in my new home, I closed my eyes and saw Jacob.
“Jacob!” I whispered excitedly as I focused on the face I longed to see. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
“Elise.” Jacob’s voice filled my head.
“Jacob, we can be alone again. I’ll be here with you for fifty-three years! Sweetheart, it’ll be just like before—”
“Elise, darling, you’ve been a very bad girl.”
What?
My cheeks relaxed as the smile wore off my face.
“What, Jacob?” I hesitantly asked.
“Elise, you’ve been very, very bad.”
“Jacob! I did it for us. You said that I needed to keep him in line and punish him for seeing those pathetic friends.”
It was quiet. Too quiet.
“Jacob?”
Nothing but silence.
“Jacob,” I said more firmly. When it didn’t rouse him, I began to panic.
“Jacob! Come back! You aren’t leaving me again!”
14
Andrew
One Month Later
The pounding of my heart echoed in my ears as it thudded in my chest. I knelt in the center of the room and stared at the wall in front of me. I had been dreaming of this night for so long.
Click.
Click.
Click.
A grin teased the corners of my mouth, wanting to break through. I breathed easy and savored this. Each click of Tabitha’s heels detonated in my head, making it impossible to focus on anything but her. And that was perfectly fine by me.
Tabitha now stood in front of me with her black latex-clad legs parted slightly. Her weight was mostly on her left foot, leaving her right turned to the side so I could gaze at the beautiful arch of her foot. Resting loosely in her right hand was my favorite impact tool of them all: a wide, lacquered, mahogany wooden paddle.
I was at ease with this type of session with Tabitha. She knew what she was doing, and she knew my needs. I wasn’t at all nervous or apprehensive with her. I’d craved this for so long. Our session negotiations went as perfectly as I had hoped. Both of us voiced what we needed and wanted, and neither of us doubted that the other person wouldn’t be able to make it happen. Since discipline sessions were among my favorite and always got me going, Tabitha had orchestrated it. I was semi-hard and ready to go.
“Don’t think that I don’t see that smile you’re trying to hide, Andrew.”
Yes! Bring it!
“I’m sorry, Mistress Tabitha.”
“I think we need to remove that smirk from your face.”
