Chapter Three

I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep my mind off of my afternoon torture session and the sequel that was bound to follow that night. I cleaned the house, put all my toys away (maybe if I was lucky, some of them would make a reappearance tonight), and decided to kill some time in the kitchen. I was by no means a gourmet cook, but my baking skills were pretty decent, and I whipped up Gary’s favorite, chocolate macaroons. I sampled one. Then another one. Half a dozen later, I was pretty sure they were edible and recognized that I needed to put them away before I ate the whole batch out of boredom and anticipation.

Six o’clock. Gary should be home soon. I'd bet the rest of the macaroons that he was keeping me waiting on purpose.

By the time I heard the door at 6:45, I was antsy and agitated. I practically jumped him before he even had a chance to remove his coat.

“Whoa, Sharlene, what's gotten into you?” He chuckled as he removed his coat and hung it up. I barely let him before I was kissing his neck and rubbing up on him.

“I want you and I want you now,” I purred in his ear. He kissed me back and I felt the tension of the past several hours morph into desire, which started to pool in my underwear.

Gary stopped me mid-rub. “Honey, I'm starving, I need to eat.” Sigh. Fair enough.

“Make it quick, Stud, we need to finish what we started.”

“This is a side of you I haven't seen in years. Did you stumble on something exciting today?” Ah, that smug little grin. Alright, two can play this game.

“You might say I was tied up in something interesting today,” I quipped back.

“Hmm, I had a pretty eventful day myself today.” He took out eggs and started cutting veggies for an omelette. Really? He had to have an omelette?

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it was crazy busy and I got called away unexpectedly which put me behind and was the reason I was so late today” He was cutting the vegetables with maddening slowness. “It really threw me for a loop and muddled my concentration. I – “

“How about I help you with those veggies? It will go twice as fast if we both do it. Are you sure you don't just want a quick sandwich?” Why, oh why didn't I think to have something made for him? Because my mind was a million miles away from the thought of food. I chastised myself for wasting time on the chocolate macaroons.

“Now, now, Hun, no need to rush the process, good things take time.” That son of a bitch was doing this on purpose.

I sighed in resignation as I started peeling an onion while muttering a sailor's expletive under my breath.

“So what I was trying to tell you earlier is that I have to go back to the office tonight.”

“What??”

“Yeah, I got so behind today, and to top it all off the server went down. I have a deadline to meet and I'm afraid I have several more hours of work ahead of me tonight.”

“You're joking, right?” This can't be happening.

“I'm afraid not, it's a real shame I'm tied up because I know that you seem pretty intent on having a romp in the hay – which I hate to say no to – but I really can't get out of it.”

My face fell. “You really have to go?”

“Yes, as soon as I make something to eat I'm gonna take it with me and eat it on the way. The only reason I stopped by home was because I wanted to see my best gal. I figured I could use some fuel to get me through the next few hours.” I hoped I had enough batteries to get me through the next few hours.

“You can't even spare me a half an hour?” I put my pouty face on, hoping that would change his mind.

“Sorry, Tushy Pop, I wish I could. You can wait up for me if you want, but I have a feeling it's gonna be a late night.”

Realizing that again, he was purposely putting me off made me realize that I wasn't going to get anywhere, no matter how much begging and pleading I did. I would have begged and pleaded with him this afternoon if my mouth hadn't been stuffed with a hard penis and I wasn't tied like a helpless animal on my way to the slaughter. It seemed that, when it came to withholding, Gary wasn't the softie pushover he normally was after looking into my big brown eyes. Damn, he was good. One point Gary, zero points Sharlene. And where have you been all our married life? My guess was that, like me, he didn't realize this devilish side to him until it was blindfolded and staring him in the face – well metaphorically at least.

I watched in self-pity as Gary made himself an omelette. For the amount of time it took him, we could have already released my built-up tension, but I realized this was a moot point. This was his plan all along. I doubt there was even a deadline to be met. He was probably going to his office to research bondage methods and toys to keep me at a maximum level of discomfort and arousal. The mere thought got me going again, so I kissed Gary on the cheek and headed up stairs with a last ditch effort to get him to follow me. Which, of course, fell on deaf ears.

I waited a few more minutes, hoping the little joke was over and he was coming upstairs to say, “just kidding!” and we would laugh together for a minute or two before tearing each other's clothes off. But I heard the front door slam and I knew it was just me and my thoughts and my toys.

I tossed around the idea of doing some self-bondage, but I was too hot and bothered to take the time to tie myself up. This afternoon was so stellar that reminiscing about it, accompanied with my favorite vibrator, was enough to get me off in record time. I soon fell into a deep and blissful sleep with the hopes that my fantasy would be played out tomorrow afternoon again. I didn't hear Gary come in, and he was already gone when I woke up in the morning.

I sleepily stepped into the shower, where I was tempted to give myself some more TLC when I realized it would probably be better to store up some anticipation in case Gary came home again today. Maybe that's why he left early, to get a head start on today's work which would enable him to pop home for an hour of fetish and fantasy.

As I made my way downstairs to get some breakfast, I saw a note from Gary: I put on extra coffee for you. Sorry again for bailing last night, I'll make it up to you soon.

I immediately started to get moist at the thought of him “making it up” to me, and I got ready for work with renewed gusto, as if getting there ten minutes early might bring me pain and pleasure that much sooner.