A Dom's Dilemma (22 page)

Yeah. Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a bowel full of water ready to burst if he didn’t get to the toilet.
But she held out as long as she could, because that was what he wanted, and had asked of her. He kept a hand on her hip and occasionally rubbed her back when she moaned.

However, when the cramping intensified, she feared she’d embarrass herself even more. Waiting until she couldn’t stand the pain for another second, she looked over her shoulder at him. “If you don’t let me go to that toilet now, James Andrew Evans, I’m going to make a mess all over you, your bed, your carpet….”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when he had her in his arms.

“Jim! I can walk. Honest!”

“No, ma’am. I don’t think that’s a good idea. And you’re at forty-one now with those last two.” With that he carried her into the bathroom and set her on her feet near the toilet. Then holding her by the arms, he supported her weight and carefully lowered her to the seat. Though she still winced when her butt made contact, she had other more important pains to worry about, so she shooed him away. But he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for her.

“Jim! You said you’d give me privacy if I submitted!” she snapped, struggling to hold everything in until he left. But it felt like she was going to split wide open right then and there.

He nodded. “I said I’d consider it, and I did. However, the longer I thought about it, the more I realized leavin’ you alone in here after an enema might not the best idea I’ve ever had. Forty-two.”

“Please! Please, go away and let me do this by myself.”

He crouched down in front of her and she groaned. “Kelly. You aren’t about to do anything I haven’t seen or heard before. Good lord, girl, I practically insisted you use a bedpan back at the club, then cleaned you up and examined you afterwards. So, what are you so all fired up about now?”

“It’s not romantic,” she blurted, covering her face with her hands, positive her complexion was a bright red by now.

“No, I’ll grant you that,” he concurred softly. “It’s not romantic. But it’s natural, and part of the human existence, and it’s exactly what I want you to do. So, I expect you to get to it, woman. We’ll have more than enough time for romance later.”

“Will we?” she asked peeking up at him before she quickly motioned for him to stand back as her bowels gave way. He stood watching her with his arms crossed and his right shoulder propped against the wall while her body gave off disgusting sounds and even more disgusting smells. Though too embarrassed to look at him, she was sure if she did his expression would not have changed.

She did feel better when it was over. Physically. But emotionally she was a wreck. Still refusing to meet his gaze, she flushed the toilet then noticed he was collecting toilet paper in his hands.

Vehemently shaking her head, she grabbed at the paper he held. “Oh no. No, you don’t,” she insisted, ripping a portion right out of his fingers. “I can at least oversee this part without your assistance.”

“You think so?” he asked, handing her the remainder of his collection.

She rolled it up, reached under, then yelped and jerked at what felt like a sheet of sandpaper rubbing against the already throbbing wound that was her bottom. That really hurt. Tears of discomfort filled her eyes as she bit her lip and struggled over the realization she had no idea how to accomplish this without making an even bigger mess.

Finally, he collected more paper and motioned with a circling finger for her to turn around. She shook her head. She so did not want to do this. He crossed his arms and waited until she got the message that neither of them were going anywhere until she did exactly what he wanted. With a groan she rose off the toilet then slowly turned until her back was to him.

“Bend over and place your hands on the seat,” he instructed.

She let out another groan of embarrassment, but did as she was told.

“Good girl,” he praised as he carefully separated her cheeks and wiped her butt clean like she was a baby. He even insisted she remain in position while he finished his thorough cleansing with one of those wet-napkin wipes that are supposed to leave your private parts as fresh as a summer’s day.

Could anything be more embarrassing than having a man, who you were sexually attracted to, attend you so thoroughly in an area so gross? No, she really didn’t think so.

When he was done, he tossed the wipe into the toilet and flushed it, then gripping her arms again, he helped her straighten up. She turned to walk out of the room when he grabbed her, lifted her up into his arms and carried her back to bed. The moment he picked her up, Kelly started to crumble under the emotional strain, so he lay on the bed beside her and pulled her over until she rested on top of him, then held her close as she gave a tearful release to all her embarrassment. He murmured how beautiful she was, and how he adored everything about her, then giving her small reassuring kisses he told her how proud he was of her for giving over all her fear and shame to him, so he could clean it away for her.

Finally calming under his tender reassurances, Kelly tucked her head under his chin and fell asleep.

Jim fixed them dinner again, but this time he broiled some chicken and served it with wild rice and green beans with almonds. He set up Kelly so she could eat on her stomach, and allowed her whatever she wanted to drink, as long as it wasn’t alcoholic. When she wrinkled her brow at that pronouncement, he said, “I don’t want you drinkin’ hooch while you’re still takin’ medication.”

After dinner, he suggested they go through her accounts, but Kelly was enjoying herself and feared that discussion would only ruin the casual, almost intimate, atmosphere they had going. So, she pleaded a slight headache to get out of it.

He checked her forehead for a fever, gave her a doubtful look when she refused pain meds, but refrained from pressing any further. Instead, he asked if she felt up to watching a DVD with him. She thought that might be fun, but even though the guest room had a TV, she didn’t see a player.

“Where? In the living room?” she asked.

“No. I doubt you’d be comfortable there. Instead, I’m gonna take you to my room.” When her eyebrows went up, she got another tap on her nose. “Now, none of that, young lady. We’re talkin’ movies only, although I’m not sure I have anything you’ll like. I’m not into those girly movies you gals call ‘chic flicks.’“

“Hey! Some of the best movies ever made could be called ‘chic flicks.’ Why is it that unless a film has a car race, a fight, or lots of nudity in it, you gents think it was made solely for us ladies?”

“Well, wasn’t it?”

“No, of course not. Take Titanic for example.”

“Chic flick.”

“It is not!”

“What? You wanna drool over Leo tonight?”

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at him with the thought that men really could be dense sometimes. “No. That’s not what I meant at all,” she snapped.
Uh oh.
Seeing the eyebrow arch again, she did a mental back track. “So, what kind of movies do you have. Sir?” she asked sweetly.

He shrugged, then picking her up said, “Why don’t I take you into my boudoir, ma’am, so you can see for yourself?”

Kelly wasn’t about to disagree with that. Jim laid her on his bed so her feet were near the pillows and her head was closer to the foot. His bed had a headboard, but no footboard, which allowed her an unrestricted view of the video cabinet he kept in his room. “Wow! Quite an impressive selection you have there, Sir,” she remarked with due admiration when he opened the double doors, estimating he had a few hundred movies stored in that cabinet.

“I’ve been workin’ on it awhile, but it’s not bad, I guess.”

Though Kelly was about fifteen feet away, she could easily make out most of the titles. “Let’s see. You’ve got a lot of horror, mystery and spy flicks. Can we have popcorn?”

He grinned. “If you wish.”

She gazed up at him with a coy smile. “And if I pick horror, will you hold me close through all the scary parts?”

“Hmm. I think I saw it written somewhere that holdin’ a beautiful young woman is an absolute requirement when there’s scary movies involved.”

“Flatterer,” she said with a dimpled smile.

“And your poison would be, madam?”

“We could do an Omen film fest, or Halloween, if you like those?”

He shrugged. “Sure. The son of the devil or a psychotic murderer out to kill his sister. Sounds like fun to me.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Somehow the son of the devil seems appropriate tonight. You aren’t related by any chance, are you?”

Grinning, he popped the DVD in and started it for her. “It doesn’t get real scary until later, so I’ll go get the popcorn.”

Only Kelly discovered it did get scary a lot earlier than Jim remembered, and she ended up hiding under the soft, dark-blue velour blanket he brought in even before he’d returned with their snacks. She heard his laughter from the door.

“You’re wrong.” she called out. “This movie is scary from the get go. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think a jackal giving birth to a baby human is quite natural.”

He placed a large bowl of popcorn before her. “Well, looks like I’m derelict in my duties. I’d best curl right in close to make sure no satanic demons get you.”

“Yes, you will,” she agreed, lifting the blanket for him.

They managed to watch only three quarters of the first movie, before Jim drew Kelly close and started to kiss her. She’d already drawn the blanket over her head ready to cower under it once she realized the priest was about to be impaled in the churchyard, when Jim wrapped her in his strong arms.

He kissed her lips first, murmuring soft reassurances as his warm, smooth lips slowly trailed their way down to one of her breasts. His mouth latched on while his tongue did erotic things to bring a heated flush to her nipple. When Kelly moaned he switched to her other breast and gave it equally lavish attention. After a few minutes of bliss, Kelly let out another soft sound of approval and raised one leg over his hip. He drew back to gaze at her for a moment. She wasn’t sure what he saw, but he groaned, gently shifted her to her back and started to trace kisses along her belly. Her butt felt like it was badly sunburned and try as she might she couldn’t hold back a soft gasp of pain. That brought his head up in a flash as he regarded her with a concerned frown.

She knew what he’d been going to do, and though she really wanted his talented tongue on her again, the feminine part of her resisted since she hadn’t had a shower. Unable to say anything, she bit her lower lip and stared at him.

He placed his chin on her tummy. “You, my darlin’ girl, are far too temptin’ by half. Perhaps I should get some of my toys out and begin pluggin’ up all those holes that are beggin’ to be filled. No doubt you’d find them fun, and I’d enjoy watchin’ you deal with them as I forbid you to come.”

She winced. “You’ve got quite a cruel streak going there, Sir. You know that?”

He cast his sexy ‘you’d better believe it’ grin at her and she felt her insides contract with pleasure. “Sure do, doll. And that’s just one of things which make me such a good Dom.” Then moving back up beside her, he tilted her chin up. “How’re you feelin’? Need some more pills?”

“I’m okay. Why?”

“You’re lookin’ a bit wan right now. I think I’d best put you back to bed. Looks like watchin’ Satanists take over the world might have been too much for you tonight.”

She smiled back. It was his megawatt smile and luscious lips that were too much for her, not the movie. “No, I’m fine. Honest.”

He shook his head and ran his thumbs under her eyes. “Darlin’, I can see dark circles formin’ here. You’ve done real well today. Much better than I thought you would, so I’m pleased. But all good things have to come to an end, Kelly girl, and for you, I’d say this day is one of them.”

“So, you’re going to take me back to the other room?”

“Yup. That’s my plan. Then I wanna spread one more application of the lotion…. Kelly…. It’s not that painful now, since you’re healin’, so I don’t want any argument. It’ll help you sleep.”

She groaned at the idea of having his evil, fiery concoction spread over her again, but it was her next question which had her holding her breath. “And is Sir planning on staying with me afterwards?”

He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips. “Yeah, he is. I don’t want you sufferin’ from nightmares, so I think I’d best keep close. Don’t you?

Kelly smiled, instantly relieved. “Oh, yes. I really think that’s best.”

Kelly decided she liked sleeping with Jim. She managed to start off under the covers Saturday night, and discovered he didn’t mind at all when she snuggled up to him. He even went so far as to hold her hand if she casually slipped it under his arm to place it on his chest. He preferred to sleep in the nude, so he started off the night facing away from her. She figured it was because he was aroused and wanted to keep from taking advantage of her. Kelly didn’t mind that thought at all, but his threat to show her why he insisted they wait kept her from trying to convince him.

She was also surprised to discover she’d even rolled on her back sometime during the night. Reaching behind, she gingerly touched herself and winced. Yeah, it hurt, but she was only slightly tender now. The lotion and ice had done their trick yesterday. She should even be able to get dressed today, but realized that was probably not going to be on Jim’s ‘to do’ list for her, either.

Kelly thought about sneaking down the hall by herself to take a shower, then quickly reconsidered the idea given his punishments would undoubtedly be a little more creative today, since she wasn’t in as much discomfort. So, she watched him sleep. He was also on his back. He didn’t snore, or if he did it wasn’t loud enough to wake her. Jim Evans was a prime specimen of a man, and she’d prefer to drool over him than Leo DiCaprio any day.

He must have a second sense about someone watching him, because he awoke shortly after her and turned his head to find her staring at him.

“How ya doin’, darlin’?”

She smiled. “Better. A lot better. In fact I’m so much better–”