Brody - Two months laterKylie and I decided to move into my apartment. We have everything we need now. Furniture for the living room. Dishes, pots and pans for the kitchen. Kylie had even done a little decorating. Her dresser was in our bedroom next to mine. Her clothes are in the closet. We were working on a tight budget, but it was cute and cozy. And it was now our home.Kylie and I had still not made love. I was trying to be patient but I wanted her so badly. In fact, I was almost afraid that once we did it again, I would have performance anxiety. I wanted it to be good for her, but I was worried she would be triggered by something and we would have to start all over again. I'd waited years to be with her like that. Months shouldn't be a problem, right? But now I knew how she felt and the sounds she made, and I was losing my mind. I needed to fuc8k. I never wanted to be that guy but seeing her in her little shorts and tight tops; her breasts spilling out or her camel toe on displa
KylieI'm so ready. I felt myself getting there, day by day. Brody never pressured me, and I'm sure he'd continue to wait. But I also knew that he wanted me more and more. He had begun to avoid me at certain times of the day, and he had stopped our sexy bathroom time. He always explained himself, but then we decided to move in together. I brought it up actually. I wanted to be in our space when we did the deed again. It had been so long and Brody was a little skittish.Honestly, I didn't know how to bring up the subject. We talked a lot, almost every day, but it had almost become taboo to talk about sex. I felt my brat rise in my mind. I was going to have to seduce him. I started wearing what I started calling my 'brat clothes' in my brain. I pulled all my little shorts and tops out and started to wear them when we were alone. He wasn't taking the hint.I know he told me that I would have to make the first move, so this was me doing that. I woke up this morning with Brody's hand on me
BrodyFuck me. I'm completely spent. I think I drained every drop of cu8m from my balls. Thank God and, finally. Which probably makes me sound like a dick, but I think it would make Kylie laugh if I said it out loud. She's fun like that. We basically had a sex marathon, and she's lying in my arms, asleep. I'm tired too, in a good way, but I don't want to sleep. I'm going over the morning in my mind. She submitted to me. All the way. I would never have asked her to do that. Not even if she had never been through that assault, but especially not after. It will change our dynamic. I can already feel the shift in my own mind. I just hope she meant it, truly.Kylie didn't seem to be triggered by anything we did. Hell, she initiated it, but I was still aware that in the middle she could freeze or just simply say no, and I would have stopped. I don't think of her as damaged, but I do think of her feelings. I think she really did need to put me in cuffs at the beginning, for her own peace of
BrodyKylie and I were on our way to the club. I have plans, and I'm super stoked about our first visit there together. I'm going to push her to her limits. There were one or two more hurdles that we had to get past. It may be a doozy of a night, but I was prepared. I'd set the room up earlier the way I wanted it, and I was in total Dom mode. I liked the feeling of dominance that rode my body like' a second skin. Kylie was quiet. She knew me and wasn't trying to push my buttons for once. Ever since she had given me control as her Master, things had been different, but good, a good different. Things were better than before. Pain, pleasure, and punishment were on the menu tonight. She knew not to make it worse.I was trying not to overthink, which was a weakness of mine. We had talked about going to the club for a while now. The point is to use some of the devices and equipment there. I planned to use some items in which I usually wasn't interested. Kylie and I had talked this already.
Kylie / BratI knew what would happen tonight, at least the broad strokes. We were going to work through a couple of my recent hang-ups. Brody had told me when we first started dating, that he always wanted to talk everything out. He didn't ever want any misunderstandings. I agreed begrudgingly, but tonight I was glad for it. What we were about to do was not something I would want to be surprised about.I didn't know how I would react to seeing the cage but surprisingly, with Brody beside me, I was able to push through some serious negative emotions. Not only that, every time I started to go somewhere else in my head, he drew me out of it. It was like he could read my mind, he was that intuitive.He was ramped up tonight in a way I had not seen him before. He was curt and had a dark edge to him. He was never harsh or mean, just different. I kept quiet because I had told him I wanted him to be my master. It was a role that he had taken quite seriously of late. It was almost like he'd h
Kylie - Several months laterIt was my wedding day. Dad and Roberta's house was tastefully decorated. Flowers adorned tables and a large banner with our names lined one wall. They moved furniture around inside the house to make room for all the people that would attend the after-party. Roberta had gone out of her way to accommodate my desire for the perfect, if small, wedding. The ceremony was taking place in the backyard. She and I had months to plant flowers and build an arch that we had decorated with fake ivy and twinkling lights that would sparkle. We rented chairs, a huge white tent, and a champagne-colored runner ran down the middle aisle that went towards the arch.Even though I fought the issue, I let Roberta talk me into letting my mother help. She wanted be involved and came down several times during our planning phase. Granted all she did was throw money at us and run back home to her fake friends and garden parties. At least she finally seemed happy with her life. She was
KylieI added the little black stub to the baby book. We'd brought our baby home ten days ago and the umbilical cord fell off today. I remember getting this gorgeous book at the baby shower Analiese and Roberta had thrown for me. I had immediately come home and sat at the thrift store dining table to add all the details I knew so far. Mom and Dad's names, pictures of our first ultra-sound. Various names we had picked and discarded. My cravings during the pregnancy. They weren't too wild. Ice cream and tacos. Every time I ate avocados while pregnant I wanted to puke. I didn't have much morning sickness, like some women. I got nausea every once in a while, but I didn't throw up for months on end, thank God.I put all of that information in there, including more pictures of the baby shower. I even described how Brody looked when the baby was put into my arms in the delivery room. Brody helped me decorate the spare room. We found an adorable crib at a yard sale, and I was given brand-new
BensonAll that shit was done with Kylie's stepfather, and now I was collecting on my date night from Brody. The last few weeks had been hell, since I had been on the case from the start. I'd been working tons of overtime, which I didn't get paid for because I have a salaried position now. I haven't been home as much with my family. My wife and kids missed me so much they gave me a huge dinner celebration when I told Eileen that the case was done. They even included my favorite chocolate cake with chocolate ganache. Yum.We were dropping the kids off at Brody's apartment. Kylie was there, and they were going to keep the kids overnight, so Eileen and I didn't have to rush back and get them tonight. Or in the wee hours of the morning because what I had planned, would take all damn night. I had to adjust myself as my dick twitched.Eileen didn't know what the plan was yet. I wanted it to be a surprise. I told her to put on her sluttiest dress, and I laughed when she dug through the back