Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
My fingers moved down below, up and down, finding the shameful wetness already gathering in wanton quantity. In… I put two fingers inside, where I had… had been…
I frowned so deeply it hurt.
Made love to. Not… not the other thing. Those naughty fingers moved again, going further back, to touch the embarrassing place Rick had made me play with while he had used my mouth. My little flower… my tiny ring…
My other fingers moved—the ones on my right hand, the ones reaching for Rick’s note. My cheeks went even hotter as I started to wonder what it would say.
Don’t forget… your ass belongs to me, and tonight I’m going to…
I let out a little sob, because of what the observer seemed to be forcing my left hand to do, and how shameful and shameless and yet… good… it felt.
He would never write that, or anything like that. Not Rick.
I ripped my left hand away from my bottom, from my pussy, from my greedy little…
No. Maybe you thought that last night, but you’re not… you’re definitely not…
I forced my right hand to take hold of the paper on the pillow. My face burning, I wiped my distressingly moist fingertips on the sheet under my thigh, hiding it from sight forever. I would wash the sheets today, I decided.
It made me feel better, to have come up with that solution: I would wash the sheets, and learn how to use the deluxe washer and dryer I felt certain came with this palatial house. That was a wifely duty, wasn’t it? Laundry, cooking, and regular lovemaking—after last night, I felt certain I could cope with the regular lovemaking, if Rick would just, you know, calm down.
I sat up against the pillows, wedging them tightly between my naked back and the headboard. I refused to think about the headboard, about the slats… the way they had felt in my hands, when…
I pulled the covers up, to keep my nudity hidden. I thought about getting out of bed and putting on the nightgown, so that I wouldn’t have to read the note from Rick this way, still with no clothes on. Not only would that make me even more conscious of my nakedness, though, but I might also catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door.
With my elbows lowered tightly to my sides to keep the covers in place, I unfolded the note.
Good morning, Dee! I didn’t want to wake you. Scott’s coming to pick me up for an early tee time. I’ll see you after your lunch with the ladies.
I felt blood rush to my cheeks at the thought of laying eyes on Scott Dennison again. For a moment, the castle I had built in the air of living in Rocky Falls without having to pay attention to all the New Modesty nonsense crumbled a little before the prospect of Scott and April and their mortifying knowledge of what had led to our coming here. I pushed that idea away, but I couldn’t rid myself of my unwilling speculation as to what Rick and Scott would discuss in their hours on the golf course.
I felt happy—really, honestly happy—that Rick would get the chance to golf on what I felt sure must be a great course. He loved the game but he had never gotten the chance to play as much as he would like. To think that as an executive he might have the opportunity to play golf with senior colleagues and other up-and-coming businessmen gave me a warm glow inside. The question of their locker-room conversations about marital life in Rocky Falls, though, made me bite my lip as I read on.
I quickly came to a part of the note, however, that pushed that small matter well to the side.
April is going to come by for you at 10 to take you to the day spa, like I told you about last night.
A little flash of pain from my lower lip told me I had just almost drawn blood, reading these words. I looked over to the bedside table and saw the clock there said 9:15.
She’ll take you to the club for lunch after that, and then we’ll come back home together. I know you’re nervous, but I know you’ll be a good girl, just like you were for me last night.
I felt my forehead furrow very hard. What did Rick mean, about the nervousness and the good-girl behavior? Was he talking about the day spa? The lunch? Or… or what would happen after we had gotten home, together?
All of them, I realized with another blush. My mouth twisted to the side as I finished reading.
I love you so much, darling Dee. I’m so glad we’re here and on the right track to building a marriage that meets both our needs.