I nearly fall with a gasp, only my tenuous hold on the wall keeps me up.
When the vibration stops, I finally glance around the small pen.
He’s gone.
And part of my heart leaves with him.
Spankings due
Oliver
I couldn’t risk beingin her camper one more time.
It’s torture on a level I don’t know if I can endure.
All I want to do is frame her face with my palms and taste those fucking lips.
How much longer can I handle this?
Damn it all, I will. For as long as it takes.
She’s worth the pain. I don’t want to push too fast, or this thinly veiled tolerance she has for me will bleed over into how she feels for ‘Biggie’.
I want her to say my name with the same reverence.
Sophia not being in my bed is making it harder to sleep.
And watching her load her horse into her trailer, a hollow pit forms in my guts knowing it could be weeks before I get to touch her again.
My only option is to get ready for her.
TheBigO: What style of furniture do you want in our bedroom?
I’m careful to screen shot so my name doesn’t end up in the photos.
Watching her, I can see the moment my text comes through.
Look at that smile.
And the way she bites her lip as she types…I did that.
Purposefully, I loop my ropes slowly to give myself a little more time until she replies.
I don’t want my phone to ding where she can hear it.
Once the familiar vibration rattles in my pocket, I make my way over.
“Just about set?” I glance at the back loading door to make sure she latched it.
Hopefully she doesn’t catch me doing that.
When she turns towards me, her eyes narrow slightly.
Not as fiercely as before though. Progress?
“I’ll be fine.” Her chin doesn’t jut out as normal when she talks to me.
Another improvement.
