Page 2 of Indulge

Sighing, I drove home and was pleased to see two boxes outside our condo. I unlocked the door and brought them inside. Lily and I had been talking about extending our playtime from specific scenes to entire weekends. It was something she desired and I wanted to give it a go. She’d been extremely patient with me as I learned how to be a good Dom for her.

This would be our first weekend trying out the new arrangement. From the time we left the house on Friday morning until we left the cabin on Sunday, she would be my submissive. It would be a challenge for me, but I was up for it.

I ran a knife along the tape holding the boxes closed and opened the flaps. Inside was the flogger I’d ordered. It was heavier than the ones I’d used on her in the past. I’d been practicing and my aim had greatly improved. I was hoping to show off some of my newly acquired skills this weekend.

In the second box was a butt plug. It had a fake jewel on the end that would go nicely with the day collar I’d bought her. Thinking about Lily in nothing but those two items led to me imagining her bent over with her ass in the air. A beautiful sight, to be sure.

After taking the newest items for our toy box into the bedroom, I added them to the bag I’d assembled for our trip. Lily hadn’t been allowed to look in this bag. She had no idea what I had in store for her.

I spent the next few hours making sure everything was packed and ready to go before getting my laptop out and double checking our itinerary. As much as I would love to spend the entire weekend locked away in a cabin with Lily, I figured we’d both need some time to breathe in between sessions. Getting out to see some of the beauty Grand Marais had to offer was a bonus.

At a quarter to five, I got started on dinner. I loved Lily but she couldn’t cook. The first time she tried to cook us both dinner she’d charred the vegetables and the meat was as tough as shoe leather. I’d forced several bites of it down before she put me out of my misery and asked if I wanted to order a pizza.

No, cooking wasn’t something she excelled at but she made up for it in other ways. I hadn’t realized what a rut I’d fallen into until I met her—and that was saying something considering I was only a year out of college. Everything in my life had revolved around establishing myself in my new job and turning it into a career.

The sound of the front door opening had me smiling. Lily was home.

“Logan?”

“In the kitchen.”

A few moments later Lily strolled into the room, her red hair bouncing against her shoulders. “Mmm. Smells good in here.”

Wiping my hands, I walked over and pulled her body flush against me before planting a hard kiss on her lips. “Feels pretty good where I’m standing, too.”

Lily giggled and rested her arms on my shoulders. “I can’t complain.”

I gave her another quick kiss and then returned to the stove. “Why don’t you go get changed and I’ll put the finishing touches on dinner?”

“I won’t be long,” she promised as she made her way down the hall to the bedroom.

I grabbed the salad I’d prepped earlier and brought it over to the table along with the grilled chicken. I’d wanted to keep things simple tonight. We’d be traveling for most of the day tomorrow.

Lily practically bounced across the living room to the dining room table. She’d changed into a pair of yoga pants and a loose-fitting T-shirt that hung off one shoulder. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail exposing her long neck.

When she got close enough, I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her in close. “You are too sexy for your own good, you know that?”

“Is that so?”

I bent my head to nibble on her neck. “Definitely.”

She tilted her head to the side to give me better access and hummed.

“You ready for tomorrow?” I asked, tucking her hair behind her ear as I gazed into her eyes.

“More than ready. You’ve been teasing me for way too long.” She was pouting, which only made me smile.

Landing a firm swat to her backside, I went to take my seat. “I think you’ll survive.”

Lily sat down across from me and reached for the salad. “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Not a chance. You’ll just have to wait and see when we get there.”

The pout was back.

“You’ll like it. Trust me.”

“How am I going to know what to pack if I don’t know where we’re going?” she asked.

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