Page 11 of Twisted Devotion
I watch her intently as she leans her butt back onto her feet, arching her back slightly, and I can tell she’s heading into another contraction as she murmurs, “Water…”
“Water to drink or birthing tub?”
“Tubbbbbbb,” she extends the word out on a deep growl, which I take no offense to because I can tell she’s focused. I’m up and getting the tub ready for her to get into.
Stephanie, the owner of the birthing center, comes down the stairs with a smile on her face, calm as ever, like always, and asks, “We’re about to have a baby, aren’t we?”
I give her a nod as I turn the faucet on and check the temperature.
Stephanie really isn’t that old, but she’s been birthing kiddos for over a decade now, and the calm she brings to any room she enters—which could be utter chaos—is something I hope to master once I’m licensed and have some experience under my belt.
* Dark - Catch Your Breath
* What’s On Your Mind (feat. Jacquees) - K CAMP, Jacquees
CHAPTER
EIGHT
AUDREY
“It’s truly no worry at all. We are actually going to stay in our suite for tonight. Could you give the remainder of the payment to our Dominatrix from last night as an extra tip for us staying late with us?”
Bo has Kerri, from the front desk at Sins, on speaker, explaining that our reservation for tonight would’ve been with a different Dominatrix if we had come in. After our experience last night, I don’t think I could be with a different Dominatrix. I already felt attached to the one last night after one session, and that was my biggest concern before we even went into that room… I just didn’t want to express those worries to Bo. The experience was everything and more than I could have hoped for, but it’s clear I’m not good at letting things go—like having a fun one-night stand and moving on. If paying for a Dominatrix to let you eat her cunt multiple times in one night is considered a one-night stand.
I’ve been smiling all day, until Bo picked up his phone. And the disappointment has been eating at me harder than I thought it would since he hung up his phone.
“Do you think we did something wrong?” I finally ask.
I would have worried myself to death if we hadn’t gotten more reasoning for why we’d have to see a different Dominatrix if we would’ve ended up back in the club tonight. But I’m sure they can’t hand out info to random strangers, so I’m deciding for us to stay in tonight.
Random strangers.
?*That’s all we are to her.
And again, I knew that stepping foot into her room. But it doesn’t make it sting any less.
“We did nothing wrong, even the girls from the front desk last night said that we were fine. They even said that we could come back anytime we wanted on the phone.”
I give him a soft smile because I know mopping around won’t help anything. “Can we just order in and stay in our robes tonight?”
“We can do whatever you want, Darlin’.”
Tonight’s our last night. We fly out super early in the morning, so I don’t mind staying in after the extremely long weekend we’ve had. Pulling out the room service menu, I flop down on the bed, but my mind floats back to being in that room at Sin’s, yet again.
Boden planning all of this for me on our twentieth anniversary was more than I ever imagined, but somewhere deep down, it’s only solidified the need to add a third to our marriage. But that means being the talk of our town, and as a labor and delivery nurse, that’s my worst nightmare. The less attention on me and my marriage, the better.
So it’ll just be the two of us until the end of our lives, and I’ll have to stuff my feelings back down where they’ve lain dormant long before this weekend.
Our little yellow house comes into view from where we sit in our ride share, and I look to Bo beside me, admiring the smile lining his lips. We love this house and the life we’ve built in it, and nothing puts that into perspective quicker than a vacation. Especially a vacation like the one we just had.
I’ve missed my routine. And my shower and bed are calling my name, especially knowing I’ll be back to work tomorrow morning.
Bo grabs our bags as I move to enter the code into the lock on the front door. When the bags hit the ground, I turn to make sure he hasn’t fallen, but then my back is against the wall beside the still-open door.
I murmur into his lips, “Boden, babe.”
“Mmm…” His hands grip my ass, tracing their way up my body, and I groan, always appreciating how his body melds into mine.
