Page 54 of Deprived No More

Kat

Pulling into the drive, I’m a bundle of nerves. I wasn’t terribly surprised when I found no cars here for ‘his party’ after Sebastian advised he wasn’t invited. There’s no way Nick would have a party and not include him. I immediately thought this is a party for the two of us. He’s gone to a lot of effort to keep his plans secret if it’s just us, but it’s his big day, so I’m game to play along.Wait. Is he into some new kink?

Walking inside, I almost call out to him until I see a vase of beautiful red roses poised at the kitchen island with what appears to be a note beside them.

Kitten,

Please go upstairs and put on the outfit I selected the other night. I’ve picked out some new lingerie as well. I’d very much like for you to wear your hair in one long braid down your back.

Please leave your phone here on the counter. Trust me.

I love you.

Nick

Instantly nerves take over, and I’m physically shaking. I trust my husband implicitly. But not knowing what’s in store has me on edge. But it’s his birthday, and I’d do almost anything for him. But why would he ask me to wear my hair in a braid? He’s usually adamant he likes it down.

I know without a doubt, he’d ask before inviting anyone else into our bed. And truth be told, I think he’s too possessive to consider letting any other man touch me. But maybe a woman? There’s no way, Kat.He wouldn’t do that.

Placing my phone on the counter, I take the note with me to the bedroom to get cleaned up and dressed. I have no idea where Nick might be, but I’m too nervous to concentrate on anything other than what he’s asked of me.

Taking a quick shower, I dry my hair, and attempt to braid it loosely before putting on a touch of makeup. I want to look my best for him, especially after he’s gone to all of this trouble. Once I’m done in the bathroom, I make my way into the bedroom to where the black tank dress is lying on the bed. There’s a hot pink Victoria’s Secret bag sitting next to it. I can’t stand the suspense, and I slide out the pink tissue and unroll it to find a pretty black lace thong, a matching black lace bra, and black thigh-high stockings. For a second, I feel a sensation of déjà vu but shrug it off and begin to dress for my husband.

Just as I slip the black heels on, I hear dance music emanating from the den. Ah, he’s taking me dancing, almost like our first date.I wonder if there will be bookshelf sex in the study?I can’t help but giggle at the thought.

Giving myself one last look in the mirror to make sure I look good enough for him, I start to follow the music into the other room. The flowers are now gone, and candlelight flickers throughout the kitchen and den. Another note appears to be lying where the flowers once stood. As I get closer, I see there’s an arrow pointing to my phone.

The messaging app is open, and it reads:

Kat: I’m going dancing.

What?

While I’m reading it, a text pops through from Nick.

Nick:

9:05 p.m.

Nick: Okay.

I’m confused.I look about the space for some sort of clue as to what all of this means. Then I see it. Hanging up over the window is a sign that reads: The Zone. Heistaking me dancing. I laugh to myself.Isn’t he?

Just then, I catch sight of the roses that were previously on the kitchen counter. They’ve moved to the kitchen table and have a new note propped in front of them. I almost run to them to see what it might say, as I’m both nervous and excited about what’s to come.

As I reach the folded white paper, the song changes, and I can hear Where Have You Been by Rihanna playing. Again, there’s an odd feeling of déjà vu, but I try to focus on the handwriting on the note. It’s difficult to read as my hands are shaking.

Kat,

I need you to do something for me. Come outside and head toward the sheets. Inside I have another note directing you on where to go and what to do. I’ll join you soon, but I’d like you to act like you did when we first met. Like you wanted me and couldn’t admit it (you know you did). I’ll talk you through everything, but you’re not allowed to speak. Trust me on this. I’ll explain everything later.

I love you,

Nick

Turning to the picture window, I attempt to peek outside, but it’s too dark. Walking in the grass in these heels could be tough, but I’m trusting Nick to do as he asks. Reaching the deck stairs, I’m able to see he has an elaborate system of ropes strung about the yard with dark sheets hanging from them that blow in the moonlight. My heart is racing. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I can’t believe he’s done all of this and can’t wait to see him.

As I approach the first sheet and pull it aside, the area almost resembles a tent, except that the moon is shining down upon the enclosed space. It’s illuminated enough to spot another note pinned to the large tree at the back. I carefully walk closer, trying to prevent my stilettos from getting stuck in the ground beneath me.

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