“Ha! No. We’re not using all of this tonight are we?”
“Yes. All of it. It's all going in your various orifices. Even the box.”
“Shit, I really should stretch.”
“Here's what we’re going to use tonight.” I set aside the rope, the lube, the body oil, one of the floggers, the ball gag, the wrist and ankle cuffs. I consider the blindfold, but skip over it. We’ll use that tomorrow. “How do you feel about this?”
She considers the new pile for a moment. She grabs the box of condoms and adds it. “I really need you to fuck me tonight.”
“I need to fuck you tonight, so good call there. Anything else you want to add?”
She stares at the table for a long time before she turns to me. She bothers her bottom lip with her finger nails. Then she reaches for one of the three butt plugs and adds it to the pile. It’s the metal plug with a blue jewel at the base.
“You ever used one of those before?” I ask.
“Can’t say that I have, Master Shep.” She’s being sarcastic, but I can hear the nerves in her tone. A small bit of pride swells in my chest and something else, maybe a bit of possessiveness. I like that she’s taking this seriously. I pick up that plug and switch it out with a small silicone one.
“I’ve been told that the metal ones aren’t as comfortable for long wear or if you’re moving around a lot.”
“Oh, why’d you get it then?”
I shrug. “Thought we both might like the look of it when it’s shoved up your ass.”
“We’ll save that one for a more glamorous photoshoot later on this week.”
“Deal.” I turn to her and run my hand over her shoulders. “Do you have any more questions?”
She lets out a deep breath. “No. I think I’m good.”
“Okay. Go hop in the shower and I’m going to get everything set up. When you’re done, call for me. I’m going to dry you off and help you with your lotion.”
She swallows before she answers. “Okay.”
“Go on.” I watch her until she closes the bathroom door behind her. I look over at Titus who is watching the bathroom door from his bed. “You like her too don’t you, buddy.” He glances at me and then focuses his attention back on the door. We’re both pretty hopeless at this point.
I box up everything we’re not using and stash it back in the office first and then I rig up the ropes. I take my time securing them over the exposed beams. I test the ring hook on the far wall. I haven’t used it in years, but it’s still soundly embedded in the wood.
Then I tear the butt plug from its secure plastic wrapping and wash it with hot water and soap. I unscrew the caps from the lube and the lotion and throw away the safety seals. I grab the remotes and turn on the stereo and then find my favorite artists playlist of ambient music. I adjust the volume and then I wait.
I remind myself to focus. Claudia isn't Sarah. She isn't Meegan. She's none of the women I've been with since I started to discover who I really am. She's unique to me and to this experience and I have to make it great for her. I go over to the sink and get us each a glass of water and set those on the table. I grab a few spare dish rags just in case.
I wait some more.
I take a few deep breaths. I stretch. I pick up the flogger and run the leather between my fingers. It's been a while, but my hands and my wrists know the way. I snap it through the air and my nerve endings instantly react to the sound. We’re going to have a good time.
I set it back on the table and pace some more. I'm not in a rush, but I can't help but watch the clock. Ten minutes later the door cracks open. Claudia sticks her head out.
“Shep,” she says. Her voice is low, but I can hear her just fine.
I cross the room and join her in the bathroom, which is hot and damp from the steam of her shower. She backs up toward the sink with her hands clasped by her shoulder. Her arms are covering her tits. I grab a towel from the linen shelves and turn toward her. I start with her face and then move to her hair. I know it’ll be a while before it’s completely dry, but I wring out her thick black hair anyway. “Once we’re done in here, let’s put your hair up. Keep it out of the way.”
“Okay,” she squeaks out. I move down to her shoulders and then her back, wiping the droplets of water that are trickling their way down her amazing skin. Before I can stop myself, I bend over and catch a few drops running down her side with my tongue. She jerks in surprise, but holds still when my gaze meets hers. I do it again on her left side and this time I bite her a little. She sighs. I squat on the floor and move to her legs.
“There’s not going to be much more talking between now and when we finish. I want you to focus on your body and what sensations you’re feeling, and less on how witty you can be. Are you okay with that?”
I look up and she just nods.
“If I’m right, you are thinking a lot about what’s going to happen tonight and you’re a little in your head about it. Am I right?”
