Page 25 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
I have enough energy to kiss the back of her hand. “You made it. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I had to find you. Do you understand?” That hand I kissed cups my face. It’s the greatest touch I’ve felt in my life, like an angel has come to my bedside and blessed me with her ethereal essence. Kathryn’s touches have always been profound to my tiny mortal brain, but this? This is something from another universe entirely.
The thought of her leaving my side at all tonight kills me. I don’t care if I’m released tomorrow. I don’t want her going anywhere. I’d turn my own mother away if I wasn’t allowed to see Kathryn too.
“I’m glad you did.”
The nurse returns, coughing loud enough to interrupt our sappy love fest. “I’m afraid we have to ask you to leave in about fifteen minutes, Mrs. Mathers.”
Now, the woman’s accent is thick as shit, and I’m addled to hell and back, somaybeI misheard what she said, but…
Did she call Katie “Mrs. Mathers?”
“Thank you,” Kathryn says. We don’t say anything until the nurse leaves again.
“So…” I begin. “What was that about, Mrs. Mathers?”
She grimaces. “I lied to them about being your wife.”
Oh ho ho! This is juicier than her lips after she douses them with gloss. “How did you swing that?”
She pulls out her phone and shows me the picture of our Vegas marriage license.
“That’s amazing.” Really, it is. Only Kathryn would come up with that on the spur of the momentandconvince the nurses that it’s still valid. This after she apparently fudged and said we weren’t married to begin with? Again, amazing. That’s one of many reasons I’m with this woman. “Now Japan is going to think we’re married. How do you feel about that?”
“Better than how you probably feel right now.”
I snort. It hurts to snort, thanks. “I’ll be fine, love. You’re the one getting called Mrs. Mathers right now.”
“Better than you being called Mr. Alison, right?”
I swear we’ve had this conversation before. “That wouldn’t bother me. I’d lie about being your legally wedded husband if it meant I got to see you, were our situations switched. I wouldn’t think twice about introducing myself as Mr. Alison. Your dad’s pretty cool, and he’s the only other Mr. Alison I know.”
Something burns behind her eyes. I don’t know if it’s anger, embarrassment, or a new idea forming in that quick mind of hers. “We’ll talk about this later. All I care about right now is making sure you’re okay.”
“Now that you’re here with me?” My fingers brush back her hair as she attempts to stuff a straw in my mouth. Yes, yes, I’m parched. I don’t care. I want to touch her as much as possible right now. Is it too much to ask that we spend our limited amount of time together touching what we can? “I’ll be fine. Knowing you’re ready to take care of me makes me better.” If I smile widely enough, will she acknowledge that I’m joking?
She sits up. “God, you’re so silly. Like I’m going to takecareof you.”
I know what she’s thinking. That I’m expecting her to dote on me, maybe mother me since being sick will mean our sex life comes to a screeching halt. (Of course, if I’m not fucking her, then she must be a mother figure, right? I jest, but I know plenty of men my age who think that.) Except there isn’t a maternal bone in Kathryn’s beautiful body. Her idea of taking care of her cat is paying her PA extra money to scoop the cat box and put food in kitty’s bowl. (I’ll have you know I feed my own cat, thanks. Unless I’m away, of course. Who wouldn’t pay for someone to clean the cat box so they don’t have to?) The last time I had a bad cold and spent two days straight in bed, she came over long enough to put a mask on her face and sit on the other side of the room while we talked business and family. I couldn’t even get a kiss out of her! Not that I held it against her. She can be quite the germaphobe outside of one of our sexy scenes.
If anything, I’m more likely to smother her when she’s ill. Who does she think I got that cold from? Valerie? My dad? Ha!
“That’s not what I mean, Katie.” She always blushes when I call her by her pet name. “I love having you by my side. I was a moody mess before you got here. Know what the first thing you can do for me is?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “I’m not giving you a handjob here.”
Well, darn! There goes that flawless plan to scratch something off my bucket list! “Could you please pick up that TV remote? It’s on the floor. By your feet. Your other foot.”
“You’re incorrigible.” She slams the remote into my hand. “Here I was going to tell you that you could have anything you want when you get out of here.”
“Anything?That’s a dangerous thing for you to say, Katie.”
She sighs. “Shut up. I mean it. Anything you want, buddy.”
“Skip-howdy, it’s like my birthday. I should eat things I’m allergic to more often, Mrs. Mathers.”
“Don’tpush it. I love you more than my own life right now, so be careful what you do with that love.”
“Oh, I will be. Don’t worry. When I’m up to snuff again, I’ll go easy on you. Ease into it, you know? With lots of lube.”
She rolls her eyes so dramatically that I fear they’re going to pop out of her head.
I hate to say it, and this is going to make me sound like atotaldude, but I think I can get it up. Maybe. Almost? Aaahh, not quite. Sorry, ladies, I’m a pretty virile guy, but I’m completely wiped out of commission. Oh well. That means plenty of rest for Little Ian until it’s time to become reacquainted with our favorite woman again.
