Page 60 of Learning to Trust

“Would you mind if I used the suite, Sir? It would isolate the office from the rest of the house.”

“The offer wouldn’t have been put forward if I minded.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll call the employment agency this afternoon and ask them to schedule interviews for my assistant.”

“They will take place at the agency?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m thinking of hiring a male—not because I’m discriminating but because a woman might feel uncomfortable and wary of being in a home office with a stranger.”

"Why don't you consider an older woman, someone whose children are older? They find employment more difficult to obtain with some companies so it could be ideal."

“Are you concerned that having a man here while you’re at work would make you jealous, Sir?” I gave him a cheeky grin.

Andrew shook his head. “Are you looking for a spanking for giving me cheek?”

"No, Sir. Your suggestion could be an excellent solution. Whoever I choose will need training so experience is not an issue, and an older woman could bring maturity to the business that some company owners and directors prefer in their dealings."

I polished off the sandwich and half the bottle of water. "I need my laptop, Sir, so I can get started on making arrangements. Would you help me bring a few things over or is it too soon?"

Andrew stood, leaned across the table, and planted a kiss to my lips. "No, it's not too soon, and I'll be happy to help."

***

One Month Later.

Excitement coursed through me. In two weeks my app. would be out in the world helping people who needed it the most.

Living with Andrew had been a dream come true. Our sex would be considered kinky by some people’s standards but for us it was perfect. I’d even found myself being deliberately disobedient when it had been a while between a spanking or flogging because I found myself craving one or the other.

My trust in Andrew was absolute and I had no issue with him having control over a large part of my life. It had taken away the stress and worry that had been a constant in the past.

Of course, Andrew was still learning my body, as I was learning his, and he tested my limits, pushing me past them on regular occasions. And I let him. Did I mention I craved punishment?

My home had been rented to a young family—Tyrone was an airline executive, his wife, Zelda, an accountant, and they had a twelve-year-old boy and ten-year-old girl who were adorable. Having kids nearby had me craving my own with Andrew but that was a discussion for another day in the future.

The lady I'd hired to work three days a week—Marcia Sanders was an absolute delight, a quick learner, and had already proven her worth by securing me a contract with the city's top disability organization. They wanted me to expand on the app., making it suitable for people with a variety of disabilities. The director of the company was 'old school' so I had trained Marcia on what to say, how to explain the working of the app. and sent her to do the interview. She'd been successful so Andrew and I had taken her, and her husband, Roger, for a celebratory dinner. The couple had twin daughters in their last year of college—one studying medicine and the other law while Roger was an aircraft mechanic.

I shut down the laptop I'd been working on as Andrew was due home any minute. I had a beef casserole bubbling in the slow cooker for dinner so made my way to the kitchen to check on its progress. As I stirred, my thoughts turned to what Andrew might have in mind for me tonight. Would it be a slow, loving fuck in the bed we shared in the master suite or nipple clamps, wax play—which I loved, and a spanking before a hard fuck?

The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. Glancing at the clock I saw it was 6 pm and wondered who would be calling at this time of night.

I hurried to the foyer and flung the door open, revealing an older gentleman dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white button-down shirt, a black tie, and glasses perched on the end of his hawk-like nose.

“David Pennant?”

“Yes, who are you?”

He thrust a yellow envelope at me, and I took it into my hand. “You have been served.” The man walked away before I could question him.

I stood in the doorway looking at the envelope as if it was an alien that was about to lash out and bite a piece out of my neck. Served? Why the fuck was I being served?

I stood at the door, no doubt resembling a stunned mullet, and that was how Andrew found me when he drove down the driveway and into the garage I'd opened ready. He left the truck, set the garage to close, and joined me at the front door.

“David?”

I shook off the daze and leaned in to kiss Andrew before we both went into the house. In the kitchen, Andrew spun me to face him, his hands gripping my biceps.

“You’re trembling, Baby, what happened?”