Drake.
I sent off the email, and put it out of my mind. The police would eventually find out that Lisa was mentally unbalanced. Still, I felt uneasy about the case.
Then, I remembered that Dave had promised to send me a report on performance of our new program to provide food and medical care for pregnant women in the Sudan so I could read it over and offer feedback.
I found his email, downloaded the report and printed it off, glad that I spent the extra money to get a top-of-the-line printer that was quiet enough so it didn’t wake up Sophie. I sat at my desk and read the report over, trying to focus on the numbers, trying to analyze the data and think of a response, but my body still ached from the feel of Kate sitting on my lap, my dick still semi-erect and seemingly not going to cooperate and deflate so I could focus on more important matters.
During the months since the accident, while Kate recovered, I’d consoled myself with solitary bouts of masturbation to get through the week. Being celibate had never been a real problem before because I used to resort to my book featuring photos of my former submissives when I needed something to help me get off. Now, I felt that would be cheating on Kate.
I didn’t use that book anymore. Instead, I brought up a few photos I had taken of Kate while she was restrained on our bed, a blindfold on, her hands and feet tied to the bed posts, her body naked and on full display for my eyes only.
I didn’t need kink anymore, but we had engaged in some bondage and dominance on occasion, when we both felt a need. Now, I’d be ecstatic if she would be willing to let me fuck her or even if she would watch while I masturbated. Even the feel of her eyes on my dick would be good, but I wanted to let her decide when our sexual relationship would start up once more.
So it was that I took my iPad mini and went into the extra bathroom on the second floor and decided to beat off to pictures of Kate, bound and blindfolded. I slipped off my belt and let my slacks fall to my ankles, opened my shirt and stood at the sink, the iPad and picture of Kate tilted so I could see while I masturbated.
That was how Kate found me, erection in hand, leaning against the wall for support while my hand flew over my cock.
The door opened and I was so close to the edge that I didn’t notice until I heard Kate’s gasp. I caught sight of h
er face as she left and ran off. I stopped immediately and tried to pull up my slacks, but outside the bathroom door, I tripped in my haste to catch up to her, falling into the hallway.
“Fuck,” I said a bit too loudly as I crumpled to the ground, sliding down the wall until I was semi-reclining, toppled over to the side.
Kate stopped at the end of the hallway and then, Sophie cried out. Kate stood there for a few seconds, then she turned to me. I scrambled up, pulling up my slacks properly, and went to her.
“Kate,” I said, breathless, my face hot. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
Sophie cried out more loudly now. Kate seemed torn and turned to the door to Sophie’s bedroom, then back to me, her hand on the doorknob while I tried to fasten my belt. Her face was expressionless, and then, it changed.
She laughed out loud.
Hearing her, I did as well and the two of us laughed uncontrollably for a few moments, Sophie crying even more vigorously in her room. Then, Kate’s laughter changed, and now, instead of laughing, she started to cry.
I went to her and pulled her into my arms. “Katie,” I said softly, rocking her in my arms. I knew that sometimes, when people laughed hard, they often began to cry. The line between tears and laughter was fine and it was easy to slip from one to the other.
“I’m okay,” she said and wiped her eyes. “You looked so funny lying there on the ground with your slacks around your ankles.”
“I know,” I said and smiled, when I saw her smile through her tears. “I’m a total idiot. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
She shook her head. “Believe me, there was no way I could get the wrong idea about what you were doing.”
I pulled away and looked in her eyes. “What idea did you get?”
She sighed. “I saw a horny husband who has a wife he hasn’t had sex with for months trying to get some relief.”
Then she began to cry again, and Sophie screamed out loud this time. Kate pulled out of my arms and I let her, following her into Sophie’s room. Kate went right over to the crib and lifted a crying Sophie into her arms. Then she began to rock back and forth, patting Sophie on the back, trying to calm her, all the while still crying herself.
She slipped Sophie’s pacifier back into her mouth and soon, Sophie’s eyes were closed. I took Sophie from her and put her back into the crib, tucking a blanket around her, making sure the sleep apnea monitor sock was on properly. Now, Sophie sucked away on her pacifier and closed her eyes.
“Kate, I’m so sorry,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her with me downstairs into the living room. I felt totally useless and guilty for upsetting her and waking Sophie in the process so I wanted to make it all right again and quickly.
“Come here,” I said and sat down in the middle of the sofa, the way I did just an hour ago. “Sit on my lap.”
I patted my lap and nodded to her, not saying anything else. She eyed my lap dubiously and then complied, sitting so that her legs straddled my hips. By now, my erection had deflated to half-mast and was no longer much of an issue between us. She nestled in, her hands on my shoulders, but she avoided my eyes.
“It was holding you in my arms earlier that did it. I needed to take care of some man plumbing issues. You know,” I said, trying to get her to laugh again. “Build-up of excess fluids. Need to let off pressure to keep the system running efficiently…”
I lifted her chin and looked at her face, but there were still tears in her eyes.