The moment she hesitated, I jacked up the vibrations on the phone.
“Oh! Oh, God! C’mon, Jack, this isn’t fair!” she cried, struggling against the bonds and the feeling of pleasure.
“Marry me,” I demanded.
“No, stop,” she begged.
I turned up the vibrations more. Sandra’s mouth dropped open, and she squirmed in her position. She was unable to stop the intense pleasure or get up from the bed.
“Oh, God! I’m going to, I’m going to—”
“Will you marry me?” I demanded again.
“Oh, God! Yes! I’ll marry you!” she said. At that moment, her entire body spasmed as she came again and again. “Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Holy shit. Oh, God.” She was shaking from the orgasm.
“As soon as the quarantine is over, I’ll marry you,” she promised. “Is that fair?”
I reached for the controls again. She gasped.
“That’s fair,” I said, lowering my hand.
Setting down the phone, I released her restraints and took her into my arms. She removed the vibrator and set it aside.
“I’m glad you said yes,” I smiled.
“You’re very persuasive,” Sandra grinned.
“Well, I have effective methods,” I added.
“On that, I think we can agree!” she laughed.
I carried her to the bathroom and set her in a tub. Previously, I had filled it with hot water. By now, it had cooled to the perfect temperature. Flower petals were floating on top, and it smelled of lavender.
“Mmm, this is nice,” said Sandra. “You take care of me so well.”
“You’re my pet,” I said. “You’re my responsibility, my love.”
“My love,” she repeated. “I like the sound of that.”
We kissed, then I began the bath as I envisioned. Using a luffa, I coated it with a light layer of soap. The soap was handmade liquid soap that smelled like apricots. It was quite remarkable and all-natural. I gestured for Sandra to stand and helped her to her feet.
I began by soaping her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, her torso, her back, her buttocks, between her legs, her legs, and that was it. Her feet were too far underwater and would have to be done later.
Then, cupping the water using my hands, I gently rinsed her, moving my palms along her body to push the suds away. This took several minutes, and then I held her hand as she sat back into the water.
Next, I lifted her feet up and soaped her feet with my hands. It was a very sensual experience. I wasn’t a foot fetish guy, but I had long understood the appeal. Sandra did have beautiful feet, and she made noises of pleasure as my hands caressed them.
“Oh, that’s so nice,” she smiled. “This is something I could get used to.”
“You make this easy,” I commented. “Your feet are beautiful, and you say such complimentary things.”
“You’re a beautiful man, Jack,” she added. “Have I ever said that? I mean your soul, not your body. You’re just beautiful.”
“Thank you, my love.”
Next, I did her face with a unique scrub that smelled like avocado. Then finally, the hair. The shampoo was also an apricot smelling soap, made by the same people. She luxuriated in the soaping up, and I used warm water from the sink to do the rinse while simultaneously draining the tub. By the time Sandra was rinsed off, the water had drained away.
She stood up, and I dried her off with a towel. Then I handed her a bathrobe. We had had one with our names embroider over the pockets.
“That was so nice,” she smiled.
We kissed again and retired to the bedroom. She was glowing. I took excellent care of my pet.
“Jack,” she said. “I’m sorry if I doubted you. You know, I guess I doubted myself too. You were good to me in a lot of ways. I just—”
“It’s okay, Sandra,” I said. “We both made mistakes. We’re only human. The important thing is now, we’re together, and we trust each other.”
“I do trust you,” she said sincerely. “I want you to know that. I trust you with my life.”
“As I do you.”
Sandra dried her hair using the gentlest setting on the hairdryer. I pulled down the comforter, preparing our bed. In some ways, we were fortunate that the virus had given us an extended honeymoon. The firm still did business, but a lot of the work had slowed from smaller clients.
Sandra got into bed, and we held each other. There was a warmness there that I had been missing from my life for ten years. The closeness came from our hearts, and we were lucky to have it.
“I love you, Sandra,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Jack,” she responded.
That was all that needed to be said. We drifted to sleep and dreamed of the future together.
Epilogue – Sandra
Several months later, I was back in court. The firm had allowed me to take on a civil case for a local construction company. With some amount of effort, I and my pregnant belly had won the case. But going on seven months, I had to prepare to bow out of the firm for a while. This baby wasn’t going to birth itself.