Free Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play by Lorraine Loveit Page B

finished what he’d started, which
shocked me to realise I was close to having an orgasm so soon after
my spank-fuelled one.
    Then he was wrapping me in a
matching bathrobe. It was obviously his as it swamped me, making me
look like a small child. After securing a towel around his waist he
held my hand and ushered me into his room where he sat on the bed,
pulling me into a sitting position next to him.
    He held up his free hand and
grinned. “Don’t say one word about what beds are for, okay?”
    “ Okay.” I
smiled back.
    “ Now, I want
you to listen, without interrupting.” Tilting my chin up with one
finger, he paused to see if I had something to say; I didn’t. I was
too curious to see where this was leading.
    “ I want you
to stay and I’m happy with how things are going. Not just the sex,
but how you react to me, how you make me feel when you let me take
control. Yes, we have things we need to work through, like how you
felt while you were left alone earlier. There will be unexpected
situations will arise, but we can deal with them one at a
time.”
    He cupped my cheek with his
hand. “You can have time alone to think about this, but I would
prefer you stayed, so we can resolve any issues you have.”
    So he wanted me to stay and
help me with my issues. This caused me to self-question what issues
did I have, other than wanting more? More what, would be his
question and I didn’t know the answer, not at this stage.
    “ Don’t tell
me I’ve cured you of your impolite habit?”
    “ Sorry?”
    His voice became deeper.
“Suzanna, have you been paying attention?”
    “ Yes, I was
just thinking about what you said. What have you cured me
of?”
    “ Your habit
of always interrupting me.”
    “ Oh, right.”
I want more, I want more, the words kept repeating themselves in my
head, but as yet I could not speak them out loud.
    He was sitting there, waiting
for me to say something about his little speech. I felt weary and
didn’t want to continue the conversation, at least not at that
moment.
    I gazed up at his handsome
face. “I’m tired Brendon and I can’t think straight.”
    “ Of course.
Do you want to sleep here?”
    I turned to face his bed; it
was so inviting, as was its sexy owner with just a towel around his
waist, leaving his to-die-for chest bare for my viewing
pleasure.
    I took a deep breath. “No
strings?” Even though my body was screaming out for release, I
fought to keep my desires in check. I knew I should have opted for
the other room, but the chance to sleep with him was too
irresistible.
    He dropped his head slightly at
the implications. “No strings. Do you want your nightie or
something more comfortable to sleep in?”
    I knew by his
tone more comfortable meant less sexy.
    “ What did you
have in mind?”
    He went to one of the mirrored
wardrobes, identical to those in the other rooms and from a drawer
brought out a white T-shirt, like the one he had worn the previous
week.
    I was beginning to have second
thoughts. Yes I wanted to come, but he had stated no strings and
that’s why I agreed to stay. “Perhaps I should sleep in the other
room, in case your urges get the better of you during the
night?”
    “ Let me
handle my urges, okay? I said there would be no pressure, no
strings and I’ve already pushed those boundaries in the
shower.”
    He handed over the shirt and
nodded towards the en-suite. “You can change in there if you
like.”
    Just a
T-shirt, nothing else? “My spare underwear
is in the car.”
    “ You won’t
need any underwear.”
    I stared back at him, doubting
his words.
    “ The shirt
will be long on you and besides, I’m going to keep my word,
okay?”
    I nodded, then slipped into the
bathroom and closed the door. After changing, I pulled a comb
through my hair and used my toothbrush.
    By the time I returned he had
also dressed, well partially; all he was wearing were some boxers.
I couldn’t help but smile to see they were in his football club
colours,