Lance is such a sweet heart, I swear, he's been so attentive to any and all my needs since that amazing orgasm earlier. Well, no, actually he's been amazing this entire time. I'm not sure how to reward him. I'm out of commission for the next few days at least... It's been awhile since a man has fucked me and pleased me so thoroughly, that I'm reminded of every stroke of his cock with every step I take.
"What are you smiling about?" Lance asks as we lay back on the couch downstairs watching a movie together.
I lean my head back on his shoulder to look up at him with a smile, "Wondering if Monday I will have to worry about orgasming just from walking around at work. It's going to be hard to figure out a reward for such an amazing session with my subs today." I giggle with the sparkle that appears in Lances eyes. "You deserve a gold star for your efforts today."
"Ha!" Lance's deep throaty laughter rumbles out from his chest as he looks back down at me. "A gold star? Here I was thinking, I'm going to be punished for making you have an interesting coffee on Monday."
Interesting coffee on Monday?...DR. PATEL!
Mentally face palming myself, I groan out loud.
"Forgot about that did you?" Lance cocks a brow at me, a glint of disbelief flutters past his eyes but quickly disappears.
I cover my face with my hands, groaning, "Yes, I did."
"I thought you wanted to have coffee with him?" Lance pulls my hands down, letting me see his pinch brows of confusion as he reads my face.
"Well, I do, I did... I don't know... It's just going to be awkward trying to explain our situation. I don't know, he's probably already weirded out looking for an explanation or thinking I'm some kind of player." I scoff in frustration, "Ah! Screw it!"
Who gives a shit? He will either think I am worth another coffee or realize my life is too complicated for him.
Huffing in aggravated acceptance, I cross my arms and blow a hair that has fallen in my face out of it.
Lance bursts into laughter, making me bobble around on his chest.
"What's so funny?" I ask, flinching as I sit up, remembering how sore I am.
"You just threw a tantrum! It was adorable!" He attempts to suppress his laughter, pressing his lips thin.
"Hmpmh!" I roll my eyes at him and scoff, making him lose it.
"Ha! Ha!"
I roll my eyes, and move to get up, sucking in a breath of pain as my underwear caught and went right up into my crotch.
"Ow!" I cry out and flop back with my legs out, hands down my pants in seconds to pull the soft, cotton underwear, that has suddenly turned into sandpaper, out of my cooch.
My elbow lands in Lance's abs, who sucks in a breath and struggles to stop laughing at me.
"Asshole..." mumbling and taking a stand, I gingerly walk into the kitchen to get something to drink.
I can hear the patter of his feet following me into the kitchen, before hands go around my waist.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Do you really like the doctor? Is that what's got you upset?"
"I'm not upset about the doctor. I barely know him. I am irritated at you." I huff.
"ME?! Why am I the bad guy?" Lance mock gasps, moving to look me in the eyes.
"You're not the bad guy..." I roll my eyes and continue, "You're just an asshole for laughing at my discomfort."
Struggling to keep himself from chuckling again, Lance leans closer, popping open the soda I had grabbed, "Then you would think I'm just a bastard right now."
I take a sip of my soda and put it down, giving him a scornful glance, "Why would you think that?"
He surrounds me, arms on either side of me, body pressed against mine, mine against the counter, as he leans down to gaze into my eyes.
"Because I'd like nothing more than to pick you up and add to your discomfort right here on this counter." His breath falls against my lips, catching me off guard, freezing me.
I blink and gather myself, pushing him back, grumbling, "Insatiable pervert. I'll remember that later." I sniff and take my soda back into the living room to finish watching the movie.
Lance follows a minute later sporting his own drink, and sits on the floor by my feet. It stays quiet between us for the rest of the movie.
When it's over, I turn it off and sigh, "I don't really care what the doctor thinks. I don't want to lie to him even though I want to explain our situation, in a way that doesn't make it too weird. I'm more upset thinking about, if he talks to someone else and gossip gets spread around or it gets back to your uncle or your mom about the truth of the matter." I let it off my chest what has been nagging me since earlier and feel better now that I said it. Even though I have not solved my problem yet.
How was I going to explain the situation to Dr. Patel?
Lance turns to me, a blank look on his face, "If you explain the situation in confidence maybe he'll understand?"
I shuffle my feet and start playing with my thumb nail, "Yeah, he should... but would you want to possibly start seeing someone that is in that situation?"
Lance blinks a few times before confusion fills his eyes, "You want to start seeing him like dating him? You?" Shock and denial pinch and raise his brows at me as his eyes widen.
I pause.
Did I just consider being in a relationship with Dr. Patel?! What the hell was I thinking?!
"You're right, I was not thinking apparently. I do not want a relationship with him, but he caught me off guard asking me to have coffee." I fiddle with both of my thumbs in thought. "I guess I just enjoyed the attention." I go quiet but quickly add, "I still don't want him accidently spilling the beans to your family though."
A look of relief enters Lance's eyes, but is quickly replaced by a spark of mischief. He turns around to sit on his knees in front of me, with a grin.
"If you just want attention, I'm more than willing to give you all of mine, Mistress."
I smile, a sweet but sadistic thought entering my mind.
You want to play some more? Well... I may be out of commission, but you're not....
I chuckle silently to myself, lean over and pat Lances cheek, "Go fetch me my collar, leash, and crop. I owe someone a reward...."