Page 55 of Not About That Life
Ten
We spent the day being a regular not-quite married couple.
I slept in more while Ian caught up with news. He eventually joined me for a nap and all we did was sleep for a change. It was nice, I have to admit. I think we both were too spent from the emotional night from before to do anything but cuddle.
And that was perfect.
We laid in bed together, completely naked, with no sheets or blankets covering us, and we just held each other. It was more intimate than anything we’d ever experienced before.
I felt his quiet strength as he pressed his body against mine. His body consumed mine, protecting me from all danger and harm, while silently promising me forever with every touch.
I felt loved, wanted, and cherished.
And we watchedFriends.I can honestly say I don’t know why Ross and Rachel just don’t get together and be done with it, Phoebe and I could be best friends because she reminds me a lot of Helen, Joey and I have a shared love of food, I prefer fat Chandler over skinny one, and Monica is just weird and I want to punch her in the fucking face.
I’m still not, I repeat, I’m still not a fan. I’m taking one for the team.
After cuddling all day, we finally left the hotel room and explored the city. New York is loud, crazy, and one has to have a certain charm to live there. Some people were friendly, some were rude AF, but they all had one thing in common: they all loved their city.
It’s nine o’clock at night and it’s a time where most people are either heading out or turning in. We’re about to…honestly, I’m not even sure what we’re about to do. All I know is I’m dressed in a slinky, low-cut club dress that has a high slit and paired it with Gucci high-heeled sandals – Ian’s choice.
Something tells me this choice of stiletto might also be a choice of Saint Nick.
We’re on our way to his apartment and Ian warned me it’s not the size of a shoebox but just about the equivalent to our home back in L.A. I wonder why Nick and Zerrin need so much space since it’s mostly them and their small baby.
In the backseat of a rented Maybach, Ian holds my hand as the driver eases his way to Nick’s apartment. The butterflies are going a mile a minute in my stomach and I wonder if tonight might scare me enough to go home.
If I wasn’t daunted by Ian’s sex chamber, I surely can handle Saint Nick, right?
“Your mind is busy,” Ian murmurs and he final turns to me, “everything okay, angel?”
“I don’t know what to expect,” I reveal, “is this going to be a scene out ofPulp Fiction?”
“No,” Ian chuckles, “Nick can get extreme but not like that.”
It sounds like a forewarning, rather than easing my conscience. “If I don’t like it tonight, what will happen?” I ask.
“If you don’t like it, there’s nothing wrong with it. We’ll enjoy the rest of our weekend together.” He plays with my fingers. “That’s all.”
Of course, there’s the opposite. Ian has already shown me how much of sex I love about it. Each time we have it, I discover new things about my body and what it can do. New erogenous zones. New ways to orgasm. New techniques I can employ to please Ian.
When he tied me up and had his way with me, I went into another level of pleasure. He touched my soul, brought me back down to earth, only to lift me higher than before. I never came so hard and so fast in my life and that was only just the beginning.
“And what if I love it?” I slowly turn to him and meet his grin.
Ian brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “Then we have so much to explore.”
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We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.
“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.
To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”
Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.
Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was calledshibari.
