*~*HIS POV*~*

Night has fallen over New York City as we stumble into my apartment, our lips fighting for control over the other. Her hand glides down my chest, fingers teasing the edge of my belt. Dear God, the self-control I managed at the event was otherworldly.

Watching her in the front row of reporters and photographers, her tits testing her dress seams...fuck...I know someone saw me having to adjust myself on a fucking piano bench.

"Please, David." She tugs at the leather. "You're killing me."

"All you have to do is ask nicely," I growl and hold her hair tight in my fist.

"That's all I have to do?" She whispers in my ear and nips at my earlobe. My buttons were free and I shove my jacket and shirt to the floor.

My fingers trace a line down her spine, pulling at the dark zipper and circling her like a predator. "Tell me what you want, my sweet little girl...tell me what you need."

Her head drops back onto my shoulder and her lips part. My hand slides around to run over her stomach, tracing her stretch marks with a loving caress.

"I want to be yours," she says quietly. "I want you to take me however you please, however you want. I want to do anything for you, anything at all. I miss...having a Dom. Feeling wanted and desired as a Submissive. My last one...he..."

"He what, Babydoll?"

Nope. I'm not wrong. The relief allows me to relax. Her eyes find mine and my fingers drag up between her breasts to her neck. "Left me. No kiss goodbye. He said nothing. Just...left. Then you came along and I felt that...submission again. The desire to please you. Your hand around my neck...I just...I'm sorry for calling you Sir without asking before but it felt so...so..."

"So right...perfect...natural..."

"Yes, Sir," she replies. I nod slowly and wipe away a single tear that hovers just above her lash line.

"You're mine," I growl, "and I'm never letting you go. Would you like that, Babygirl?" She nods slowly and looks up at me with adoration.

"Say it..."

"I wanna be yours."

"Good girl." I take her face in my hands and kiss her, our lips meeting in a loving caress. My tongue darts into her mouth to tangle with hers, our teeth clicking together as we explore each other's mouths. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and she presses her chest against mine.

"Sit...please." Hesitantly, I pull away and sit on my big white sofa, elbows on my thighs and staring at the gorgeous creature.

"I haven't allowed many play partners in." She picks up a dainty black collar from her bags, examining it with lust in her eyes. "This is my favorite. A sign of ownership. A sign of trust. A sign of desire. Who would have thought all that could be woven into this singular piece of leather?"

"Bring it to me," I request in a firm tone. If she wants 'Dominant David', I could oblige. She starts towards me but I raise a hand to stop her. "On your knees. Crawl to me, Babygirl, and show me what's mine."

Her eyes brighten and she lowers herself gracefully to the floor. Inch by inch, her body stretches and prowls like a lynx in heat. She closes the gap between us and settles at my feet, holding out the collar with a leash attached.

"I humbly surrender myself to you, Sir," she purrs with her head bowed. "My body is yours to do with as you desire."

"What's your safeword?"

Her breath hitches in her throat. "Red...yellow to slow down and check on me...green for all good..."

My pants become tighter and I take the collar, running the leather between my fingers. I attach it around her neck and pull it taut, forcing her to look up at me. "Turn around...I want your head to the floor and ass up, Babygirl."

"Yes, Sir," she moans breathlessly and twists around, following my command and presenting herself to me. I stand and walk around her, pulling on the leash and inspecting her plump ass and dripping pussy.

"You've been a bad girl, teasing and taunting me as you have." I lick my lips and give one ass cheek a satisfying smack. It jiggles slightly and I repeat on the other one. Each spank elicits a tiny moan in response. She whimpers quietly and I lash out suddenly with my hand, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. She yelps and squirms but holds her position.

"I'm sorry for making your cock hard, Sir," she giggles.

"No you're not, brat." Another hard smack and she moans. "Don't move."

I know she won't move so I take a minute to see what all Lexi and I had left here. The black box of toys is sitting on the top closet shelf, beckoning to me. Thankfully, they're all cleaned. No wasting time with such a trivial task.

Mmm...a soft suede purple and black flogger and vibrator egg we never got around to using. From a hanger, I grab two of my longer scarves and kick the door shut. Perfect. She hasn't moved an inch and doesn't look up as I shut off the kitchen light.

I choose something random on TV for background noise and crawl behind her, settling between her legs and pulling them wider apart. She wiggles her ass at me and I slap her cheek. "Be still."

She yelps and nods eagerly. I spank her several times, warming her up. She's a moaning, writhing mess under my hands. I slip a hand between her legs and find her soaked and ready for me. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes Sir," she breathes. "I want your fingers in me, Sir. Please..."

I chuckle and move in front of her and cup my dick to show her how hard she makes me. "Greedy little slut." She relishes in the delight of watching me strip off my pants. "Be my good girl and I'll allow you to suck my cock later...I may even fill up your sweet pussy. It all depends on your behavior."

"I'll be good, Sir. I promise,' she replies and wiggles her ass. I spank that ass and she gasps when I tie a scarf around her eyes, taking care to nibble her ear and kiss her neck. My curly hair falls in a curtain around us and I cup her chin, bringing her cheek to my lips.

With my other hand, I unhook her bra and toss it across the room. Where? I don't care. The second scarf I tie her wrists together and push her head to the floor. I run my hands lightly down her back and over the swell of her ass, slipping into her panties.

I unclip the lace garter belt and toss it with the bra, leaving her in a thong, stocking and shoes. It takes all my willpower not to fuck her but...no. Not right now.

She's hot against my fingers...so fucking hot. She pushes herself back for more but I keep moving them away. She whimpers and I smack her ass, hard. "Be patient. You'll get what you need."

"Mmm yes, Sir..."

"You like showing off that pretty little ass, don't you?" My mouth starts to water as I think back to her spread out over the piano for me, her pussy swallowing that banana and coated in sweet chocolate syrup. I'll never be able to walk comfortably through the produce or ice cream section ever again.

"Yes, Sir. I like showing off my pretty ass and pussy just for you," she whispers. My mouth waters and my dick throbs as I touch her again. She pushes her ass back at me and I spank her three times in quick succession.

"Behave. You'll get what you need from me when I say so, not a moment before." I slip two fingers into her soaking cunt and push in deep. She's so tight...I can't wait to get inside her. "You've been a very dirty girl, haven't you?" She pushes her ass back at me. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Ungh yes, Sir. I'm a dirty girl and your slut."

I slide the vibrator egg into her panties, positioning it just under her clit hood. I sit down to marvel at the sight and smirk, turning the small remote in my fingers. Her breathing comes out as short and panting, anxious.

She jumps when I turn the dial, her hands clenched into fists. Another slap across her ass cheeks and she whimpers. Oh, what a sound. My dick grows harder and I turn the vibrator off. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir," she replies and arches her back as I bring the leather tails of the flogger onto her flushed skin. "Oh god, thank you, Sir..."

"Good girl," I growl with a grin. Her head twists and stretches side to side, the most beautiful moans falling from her lips. I dial up the vibrator once more and she cries out. "What did I tell you about screaming, Babygirl?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. But...it feels so good," she moans and inhales sharply when I turn the dial higher, the vibrations assaulting her sensitive bud. She screams into the scarf to muffle the sound and I smack her ass hard...hard enough to leave a perfect imprint in her creamy flesh.

She jumps slightly as I trail the soft tails of the flogger down her back. The tails tickle and tease, swirling around her ass and down the backs of her thighs. They dance across her skin and she squirms, wanting more but too aroused to even ask for it.

I've never been big on using toys, preferring to make a woman cum using my hands more than my cock. Playing like this has never really done it for me, more for Lexi's benefit than mine, but watching my angel come apart so completely, so beautifully, like this is making me want to explore it further.

"Please, Sir...harder..." I crack the flogger against her ass and she lets out a quiet groan. Over and over, the leather whistles through the air and her ass bucks upward from each impact.

I can see the flogger's marks forming on her skin and she begins to moan, quietly at first but louder. I turn the vibrator up and she screams into the gag. I reach forward to remove the vibrator and her thong, suppressing my own moans when she whimpers pitifully.

She cries out as I let the tails slide between her legs, gently teasing her swollen clit and dripping sex. She lets out a long moan and I stop, letting her anticipate the next one. I count to five and let it rain down on her again, this time the tails coming down right between her legs.

"Oh, fuck...Sir...please..." she begs and I smirk. She's mine. I'm in complete control of her pleasure and she's ready to explode. I let the flogger fall against her swollen lips and she shakes at the impact, screaming into the scarf.

"Don't you dare fucking come," I warn her. She whimpers pathetically and I can see how soaked her thighs are, her juices dripping down her legs. "Now, be a good girl for Daddy and tell me what you are." She says nothing so I pull at her leash, forcing her head back and wrapping my hand around her neck.

"Tell...Daddy...what...you...are..."

"I'm your dirty...little...slut," she pants and I release her, allowing her to gasp for breath.

"Good girl," I growl and stride around her, taking in the quivering of her limbs as adrenaline courses through her veins. "Kneel..."

She struggles to push back onto her knees and her lips are bruised from her biting them. They'll be far more swollen when I'm through. "Hands up." I remove the binding. "Now be a good girl and crawl onto the couch. Keep your ass to me."

She's still blindfolded and bumps into the ottoman and coffee table. I punish her with a hard smack to her ass, which is purple and red with her markings. My very own art piece. How proud my wife would be. She grapples for the couch cushion and drags herself onto it, facing the wall.

The last piece of furniture that hasn't been washed in her juices. What a shame. It's time to remedy that. I toss the flogger onto the piano and she jumps at the soft clatter the handle causes. "Please..."

"Tell me what you want, baby." My fingers graze over her wet folds.

"Please eat my pussy, Sir...please..."

"This pussy?" I press one lone finger into her slit.

"Yes, Sir," she gasps.

"This pussy right here?" I circle her taut bud, stroking into the soft hood.

"Oh god yes, Sir!"

"This is my pussy, isn't it, Babygirl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby, or you won't get anything," I taunt her while holding back a devilish grin.

"It's your pussy, Mr Bryan. This pussy belongs to you! Please..." Mmmm...my name rolling off her lips is the sweetest music.

I lower myself to eye level with her ass and whisper, "Good girl" then bury my face into her, my tongue slithering out to her pussy for a taste.

Her whole body tenses and she gasps, "Oh fuck!" Fucking hell she's wet and begs me in the sweetest mewl, "Mmm thank you, Sir."

I'll eat a nice ass and pussy any day but goddamn...I'd happily fucking drown in this one. She goes to hold onto my hair and I grab her wrist. I suckle on her warm folds and she cries out again. But I don't have the will to stop her. This is for her and I'll allow her to be loud.

"Sing for me, babydoll," I growl into her wet pussy lips. "Be loud. For me"

"Oooh yeees, Sir..." I slide my tongue through her glistening slit and between her ass cheeks, ending with a small flick of the tip. She yelps when I bite that soft flesh. I settle into a steady rhythm of licks and sucks, making her buck against my face.

Her hands claw at the cushion as I push her closer to the edge, and she's more than willing to fall off it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, Daddy!"

"No, you aren't. Hold that fucking pussy for Daddy."

She whimpers pathetically and squeezes her legs together. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide open. "This is my fucking pussy. You understand?"

I flick my tongue against her puckered asshole and she squeals, "Oh, fuck! Yes!" I chuckle and plunge my tongue deep into her ass, before sucking it into my mouth.

"Fuck, babygirl, I could eat you up," I growl, roughly pulling her to me and teasing her clit with my cock. "You gonna ask for it nicely, baby?"

"May I please have your cock, Sir? Pleeeeease..."

I can practically hear my dick weeping and drive myself deep into her body, my thick cock enveloped in her tight cunt. She cries out and clenches as though unwilling to let me go and I groan, my hips undulating with hers.

"Oh god, Babydoll..." I grunt and take my time withdrawing until only the tip remains in her wet embrace and slide back in, letting her feel every ridge and valley of my cock. "You were ready for me today weren't you, darlin'?" I whisper in her ear, grasping her braid in my fist and pulling her head back.

When my hips meet her ass, I lean into her and spank her ass. "Oh fuck yes, Sir...I...I've needed this," she moans with me as I thrust into her harder.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask and smack her ass again. "How long? Tell me how fucking long you've needed this," I demand through clenched teeth.

"Y-years, Sir..."

"Too fucking long, baby," I murmur into her neck. My pace speeds up and I sink back into her, holding onto her thick hips. Each thrust drives deeper as she rocks back to meet me.

"Yes...Oh yes..." she agrees with a moan, taking my pounding and her tits bouncing with each thrust. "Harder, Mr. Bryan...Please..please make me cum, Sir!"

My fingers dig into her flesh as I grip her harder, pummeling my cock into her pussy harder and faster. "I'm gonna fill up your tight little cunt," I grunt and smack her ass repeatedly, bucking my hips and my chest flexes.

"Daddy please...I...I...I need---"

Her cries fill the room and I groan, my balls tightening. "Come for me, darlin'," I command and she obeys instantly, her pussy clenching around my dick.

I can feel my balls contracting and spasms rocking my body. She quakes and pulls me over into oblivion with her. She cries out as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Our moans harmonize in a perfect melody and six thick hot ropes of cum fill up her sweet cunt, her body milking me for every last drop.

We drop onto the sofa in exhaustion, limbs tangled with each other. I remove the blindfold and toss it to the floor. My chest is against her back but she's shaking and reaching for any part of me. I hold her close.

"That was amazing," I say and she's speechless, just holding me back, "You're amazing."

I free her neck from the collar as she's panting, "I...I...you...fuck..."

"Shhh...shhh Babygirl it's okay...calm down...I'm right here..." I readjust our bodies so she's between me and the back cushion, my arms tight around her. "You did fabulous."

"Tha...thank you, Daddy." Her fingers find my hair and I let her play with the curls, stroking my scalp.

I trail feather-light kisses over her shoulder and neck, entwining my fingers with her free ones and laying them over her belly. We don't talk. Only the TV show in the background and her eventually turning over to face me with a content sigh.

"Hi."

Her eyes tear up and she whispers, "Hi." Her touch is heaven, one finger trailing over my jaw.

"You okay, babygirl?"

"Yeeeah...Damn your shits good," she giggles. "No wonder you produced twins."

"Six to the wall, baby...bang!"

"Do you ever wish you could have more? Kids I mean."

"Much as I love my kids, three's enough."

We spend the next hour kissing and listening to the random late night television shows, my fingers tracing the outline of her lips and nose, around her jaw and hairline. The smallest details I never want to forget, drawing them into memory.

*~*HER POV*~*

Goddamn that man can fuck!

I awake and stretch my body between the soft white sheets. My joints crack rudely. Much to my dismay, I roll over to find myself alone, whimpering and pawing at the empty space. It's still warm though. For a moment, I'm disoriented and confused.

His pillow still has his scent and I breathe it in appreciatively. My eyes fight against the sun's rays that pierce the blinds. In that beam of light, I focus on specks of dust floating through the air. The faintest chorus of David's piano drifts under the door and meets my ears.

I try to sit up and wince. That's right. He quite literally beat my ass. This morning my legs are still quivering like Jell-O. I reach behind and feel medicated pads on each cheek. There's a soft knock and he pokes his head in, smiling when he sees me in his bed.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he chuckles and sits on the edge, leaning over to greet me with a deep kiss. I run my fingers up the center of his chest. Whether he decided against wearing a shirt for my benefit or not, I'm not about to complain.

"What time is it?" I ask in a groggy tone.

"A little after eleven a.m."

"You have a sick obsession with the morning!" I exclaim and he chuckles.

"You must've been really tired after...last night. Fell asleep just as I got through with some aftercare. Your ass got a little...rosy last night." I blush profusely at his words and he smiles, brushing the hair from my face. "I wanted to bring you out for some shopping before tonight's Diana preview. It's just us again."

"Oh? You didn't invite...anyone else?" I ask in surprise, thinking for sure Lexi would be there next to her husband.

He shakes his head. "No. I wanted it to be just the two of us after I spoil you a bit." His lips drop to mine as he crawls on the bed to hover above me. My hands find the drawstring and loosen it, his sweatpants pool on the floor and he joins me back in bed.

"So what do you want to do today?" I ask and he makes a slow lazy circle with his hips.

"Let me check your...battle scars." Whimpers of pain escape my lips as I roll over and raise my butt up. He gently removes the medicated pads, only to replace them with new ones. "I know it's uncomfortable, babe, but I promise these arnica pads are amazing."

I roll back over, still wincing from the pain. "If you can do this to my ass, I'd hate to see what Tico could do."

"No you don't," he laughs. "He's Cuban. He'll tear your ass up then pour candle wax on you while smoking a cigar."

I eye him suspiciously. "That's awfully specific..."

"I'm just saying..." he grins slyly and curls up to me. "He'll tear you up. Mmm...you're nice and warm. My own personal heater."

"Baby..." I sigh softly against his chest, "you don't know what you're missing."

He grunts, pressing a kiss against my temple. "I know exactly what I'm missing. Keep on talking, baby girl. Cause I plan on spoiling the fuck out of you today."

He kisses me deeply and I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding into him. I ache for him again. I feel the head of his dick find my wetness and he pushes in with a groan. He feels so fucking good inside me. I never want it to end, but I know it will all too soon. For now, I push it from my mind and concentrate on him making love to me.

*~*~*

...and spoil me he does. I'd never stepped foot in a designer store, let alone picked out an entire outfit and accessories that probably cost more than the rent on my apartment. Dior and Chanel were Dave's first two picks and, holy shit, does that man know his designers!

I was feeling extra girlish and decided on a pink and white combo. But I'm also simple. Out of all the pieces I was shown, it was a plain pair of distressed white skinny jeans with a pink babydoll style shirt with lace shoulders and plunging neckline that caught my attention.

When it was time to accessorize, I felt like a princess with the choices. Pink heels with a strap that wrapped around my ankles, a silver bangle, pink crystal earrings and a long white gold chain that would lay snug between my breasts.

It was all too much...and yet not enough for David. He showed me a pair of pink diamond drop earrings and a white purse from Marc Jacobs.

"David...that's too much. Really. I..."

"It's all taken care of, baby." He sweeps my hair back and kisses me, his dark eyes glittering with desire. "You don't have to pay for anything. It's my treat."

A changing room was started for me and David continued dragging me around the shop, pointing out different items and commenting how sexy they would look. And I gotta give the man credit...he has incredible taste.

I've never had anyone try so hard to make me feel special. I'm not sure what it is about me that he's fixated on. I'm kinda pretty, but not mode-pretty. I have a plus-size body, not skinny by any means. I have a good personality, but I'm no saint. I just don't get it.

With several outfits to choose from, I slip into the dressing room and wiggle into the first. A turquoise dress that makes me gag. I show it off to David and he shakes his head. Thank goodness. The second is just as bad. However, when I saunter out in a red lacy top and black mini skirt, his tongue hits the floor.

I twirl for him and he applauds my performance. "That's a keeper," he says with a grin.

"You really think so?" I ask, head cocked to the side.

"I know so," he says as he pulls out his phone. "Smile pretty." I strike a pose and give him a big cheesy smile as he snaps my picture. "Now, turn around and pull the skirt up...higher...higher..." My cheeks flush red and I do as I'm told. I feel so exposed. "Turn around again...perfect...and give me your best fuck me face."

"I can't just pull that kinda face," I reply, my eyes roaming up and down his body. "I need a reason for it."

"How about I give you one big reason?" He closes the distance between us, one hand sliding around to my ass and he hauls me against him. "And here I thought you'd behave."

"Where's the fun in that?" He gives me a light spank and it surprises me enough to let out a playful yelp. I'm not sure why, but the public act turns me on. It's so...crass. And I like it.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman."

"Promises, promises." I giggle as he drags me into the dressing room and locks the door, leaving surprised store associates and customers staring. He pins me against the wall, kissing me hungrily and taking my breath away.

His hands explore my curves and I can feel myself getting wet. How does he do this to me? I'm like some pubescent teenager whenever he's around. I grind against his leg and he lets out a low growl.

"Naughty, naughty girl." He grabs my ass, kneading the flesh as he kisses along my neck. I let out a pleasured sigh as his teeth grazed my skin and I felt his bulge growing in his jeans.

"David, someone is going to walk in." He reaches between my legs and rubs my wetness, extracting a pitiful whimper from my throat.

"Let 'em," he whispers in my ear before nibbling on it. "You're so fucking sexy." My fingers work the button on his jeans and I slowly pull down his zipper. I reach inside and wrap my hand around his cock. He's already hard and I slowly pump his length.

I slide to my knees and look up at him. I slowly lick my lips as I grip his cock at the base and take him into my mouth. His fingers thread through my hair as he gently rocks his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my throat.

"If you want those sexy photos," I murmur, "Now's the time, baby." I feel him tense and he gently tugs my hair, pulling me to my feet.

"Fuck the photos," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want you now."

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to a chair and sits down with me on his lap. I grind against him and he lets out a moan, kissing along my neck and shoulders. I whimper as he reaches down between my legs and slips his hand under my panties.

He finds my clit and begins to circle it with his finger tips. I throw my head back and rock against him. He teases me, keeping me on edge but not letting me cum. I want him inside me.

"Stop teasing," I moan. He lets out a husky chuckle and pulls my panties to the side, slowly sliding just the head of his cock into me.

"You want my cock?" His voice is less than a whisper in my ear.

"Yes," I moan, my lips buried in his neck.

"How do you want it?" Oh god his warm breath...

"Hard and fast," I whimper.

"Tell me how you want it."

I reach down and grab his wrist, forcing him deeper inside me. "Fuck me hard and fast, dammit!"

He lets out a growl and thrusts into me as I rock against him. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"How deep do you want me?"

"All the way. Fuck me deep and make me cum."

I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan as he slides deeper and deeper, filling my every fold and crevice. He begins to thrust in and out of me as I lean back, enjoying every inch of his manhood. I roll my hips as he grabs my ass, helping to lift me up and down on his cock.

"You gotta be quiet, babydoll," he whispers. "People are less likely to walk in if you're being quiet."

I whimper as he increases his pace. I try to choke back my moans, but it's no use. My head falls back as I rock against him, our hips smashing together as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, growing more engorged with every thrust.

He's close and so am I.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and let out a moan, hoping that he's successful in stifling any noise I may make. He wraps his hands around my throat and begins to squeeze gently as he thrusts into me faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I moan. "I'm going to--"

I let out a moan and he squeezes down on my throat, cutting off any other noise I may have made. I feel him throb inside me as he reaches his orgasm, but I'm still so close and he's so deep inside me. I grind into him, working my hips as I use his body to bring myself over the edge.

He releases his grip on my throat as he slumps back in the chair. I continue to bounce up and down on his lap, working my hips as I feel him deep inside me.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck! " I moan and bite down into his shoulders as I cum, my hips twitching and jerking. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down onto his lap, kissing along my neck and collar bone.

He slowly slips out of me and helps me to my feet. I look at him, still trying to catch my breath. He leans in and kisses me, his tongue pushing past my lips and dancing along mine. I savor his taste as he releases my mouth.

"You're quite the kinky bitch, aren't you?" he asks, smirking at me as I change back into my own clothing.

"You're not exactly innocent," I point out.

"Far from it, Babydoll," he says. "So besides that outfit, which ones do you like?" I show him the three that I love and he tucks himself back into his jeans, taking the clothing while I grab the accessories and shoes.

The short trip to the register feels like an eternity, my legs like jelly and I plaster a smile on my face that plainly says I'm up to no good. The woman at the register gives me a knowing look and I blush crimson as David pays for everything.

He takes the bags from me and I quickly make my way out of the store, David following right behind.

I feel like everyone can see what we've been up to. My face is still burning and I'm sure David's is too. He keeps looking at me like he wants to say something and I keep giving him a look that basically says, "Don't you dare."

We finally get outside and he chuckles. "You're really cute when you're embarrassed."

"Shut up," I say, smacking his arm.

"So, where to next?" he asks.

"Your place for a long hot bath in your big tub. You've worn me out." He laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him as we walk down the sidewalk. It feels nice to have some company for a change, even if we did just fuck in a changing room.

The best thing about NYC and him living right on Broadway...most of the good places are within walking distance. We arrive at his apartment and he gives me a long, lingering kiss...slow and passionate.

"I need to get to the theater," he says regretfully, "But I'll be back for you tonight at 6. Go take a long soak and I'll see you later?"

I nod and stretch to kiss him again. My stomach flutters and I watch him leave. Just me and the tub. I strip down and turn on some music as the tub fills with hot water, adding a little bath gel and dimming the lights. Me time at least. Time for my brain to process everything. Time for my body to relax.