We start to stir around noon and somehow shuffle into the shower. The warm water seems to revitalize us both, along with our appetites. “I’m starving, love. Are you?”
“You shouldn’t be. All the cupcakes you had last night should have filled you up,” she flirts.
“You’re just asking for more, aren’t you?” I say as I reach for her.
She laughs and jumps back from me, “No, Dom! Please—can we wait?”
Smiling warmly at her, I respond, “Are you sore?” She nods her head eagerly and I stifle my laugh behind my smile. “Then, of course,My Angel. But know that youwillbe punished for telling me no. You agreed to the ‘no withholding your body from me’ rule.”
Sophia nods slowly, “Alright then, I’ll take my licks from the paddle like a woman because I’m too sore for anything else right now.”
Laughing richly, I pull her under the hot water spray with me and wash her from head to toe. She’s relishing the attention, and for once, isn’t insisting that she doesn’t deserve it. My young sub is learning to let her Dom take care of her, do things for her, and cherish her in every way possible. She just doesn’t fully realize the value of what she gives me in return.
After we’ve showered, dressed, and had a big lunch, I take her out for a walk around my property. After being cooped up in the hospital, then the hotel room and the top-secret compound, I’ve stared at enough walls and need some time outdoors. Telling Tucker and Shadow to hang back at the house, Sophia and I venture out on our own. The warm afternoon temperatures make for perfect weather to swim in the small spring-fed lake on the distant part of my acreage.
After convincing her no one will see us, we jump in for a little skinny-dipping fun. The temperature of the spring water is still very cool, even in the hottest part of the summer, and takes some adjusting to stay in for very long. After our swim, we allow the late afternoon sun dry our wet skin while we stretch out on a blanket. Out here I feel like I don’t have a care in the world.
“Today has been wonderful, Dom. I’m so glad we came out here,” Sophia gushes.
“I’ll have to take you to my lake house, then. You wouldreallylove it out there.”
“You own a lake house?” she asks, surprise lacing her tone.
“Yes, it’s about an hour south of Dallas. I don’t get down there nearly enough. Maybe we should change that,” I say as I roll over to my side and prop up on my arm to look at her.
“Let’s do that,” she says excitedly. Her face falls as she notices the sun dropping in the sky. “I just got you back. I hate that I have to leave you so soon,” she says distractedly.
“What do you mean—leave me so soon? You’re not going anywhere.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday. I only have tonight with you.”
“No, I’ve been gone all week. You don’t have to leave on Sundays. You’re staying with me,” I insist.
Panic controls her features for a few seconds as she stares at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, until she realizes I’ve sat up and my arms are folded across my chest. I’m waiting for an acceptable explanation of why she can’t be withmeall weekend. She twists her lips up as if she’s deep in thought and replies, “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll give up my night of watching soap operas on my DVR.”
“Soap operas?” I ask disbelievingly.
“Okay, fine. It’sThe Walking Dead!I’m addicted to that show and it comes on every Sunday night. Happy now?”
“That’s better than soap operas. But you just broke another term of our agreement, so that means more punishment for you, I’m afraid.”
“What term?” she asks, alarmed.
“The one when you agreed there would be no deception at all. You just lied to me and said you were watching soap operas.”
“It’s anighttimesoap opera!” she defends.
“I guess I’ll see for myself tomorrow night. Won’t I, Sophia?”
“Yes, Dom, you will,” she replies confidently.
* * *
“Fine. I’ll give you that one. No punishment for watchingThe Walking Dead, but you can watch it here, too. You don’t have to go back to the condoeverySunday night,” I try to compromise with her.
“It’s also for a little time alone for myself, too, Dom,” she says. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you.”
“We’ll just have to work out a compromise that better suits both of us,” I counter.
