Posted in Xcite Books | Tagged: Getting Together
Book Two in a series of three stories in the Getting Together series that is part of Xcite’s Ultimate Curves range that feature full-figured beautiful women.
John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.
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I sniffed, and smiled as I moved my hand to cover his on my cheek. “It’s okay. I’ll spank you later for being a naughty boy.”
He laughed and raised one eyebrow, “Promises, promises!”
The tension left us; the air was cleared. “I do love you, John. I’m sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion.”
“It’s alright, it’s sorted now.” John stuck his fork into his meal with gusto. “Let’s forget it and eat before our food goes cold.”
“Good idea.” I hadn’t felt particularly hungry. The emotional wrangle had exhausted me. But as soon as one creamy, meaty bite hit my lips I discovered I was ravenous and destroyed the rest with gusto. John picked up the bill and we walked out, hand in hand.
I would give him another chance. He seemed genuine and I prided myself on being able to pick up on a liar a mile off. Even if he did fancy her. He had denied it, but I wasn’t so sure. She was the female version of him. How could he not be attracted to her? He had definitely done nothing with her and that was the main thing. I could forgive an attraction to a person; it’s a natural thing, after all. But I would never forgive him if he actually acted on that desire. How could I? Every time he touched me and my less than perfect body, I would know he’d be comparing it to perfection. I wouldn’t be able to live with the shame, even if he could bring himself to touch me again.
“So, I’m coming back to yours, right?”
John’s voice cut through my thoughts and I nodded.
“Yeah, if you want to.”
“Please,” he smiled, “I’d like that.” He squeezed my hand.
“But you’re going to get your punishment, just like I told you first, naughty boy.”
“You’re going to spank me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess I deserve that.” He grinned and leant down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll do my best to take it as a man, Terri, don’t hurt me too much.”
“Oh no, I plan on hurting you just enough, love, but if it gets too much you should be able to scream a word to stop it all. How about ‘gym’? That seems kind of apt.”
“Okay, I’ll remember that.”
“Good. When we walk in I want to start playing straight away. I need to spank you and then I’m going to have my wicked way with you, but there are going to be some rules. Are you up for that?”
“Oh, yes, yes I am.” He was already getting excited, I could see it in his eyes.
“Okay, then. You will call me Mistress at all times. When you get in you’ll go straight up to my bedroom, strip naked, and kneel at the end of the bed. You will wait for me there. You will do everything I say, when I say it and you won’t answer back. You will only speak when spoken to. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, breathily, without a moment’s pause. I could feel the sexual sparks in the air around us and I could not wait to get him home.
“Oh, and if at any time you want to stop the game, say ‘gym.’ Okay?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said it louder that time, growing in confidence and eagerness. Our strides lengthened, our hands still entwined. Both of us were eager to get inside and let the games begin.
I fumbled with my handbag when we got to my door. I’d like to say I did it on purpose, to drive him wild with anticipation, but I was just over excited and my hands were shaking. I eventually got the key into the lock and opened the front door. I held it open for John and he did exactly as told. He walked into the hall and literally ran upstairs. I walked into the living room and dropped my handbag onto the sofa. I took a breath to steady myself then started peeling off layers.
Not that there were many layers to lose. Even in the brutal north of England, August is hot. I had only taken out a light cardigan to cover the tops of my arms from the prying eyes of strangers. Beneath that was a light, sleeveless dress. I dropped them both and left them in a pool on the living room floor. As I had been mad at John when I dressed, I didn’t have on the sexiest underwear in the world. Plain, white cotton knickers and a matching white bra. They were more practical than kinky, but I had no time to change and all my sexy undies were in the bedroom anyway. I shook my head, took a deep breath and walked upstairs.
