The morning after the wedding was calm, a much-needed peace and rest from the running helter skelter during the week. Lucas was sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by his Lego bricks, and mumbling something to his favorite toy dinosaur.
"Mommy!" he called out. "I'm hungry!"
"I know baby, give me a minute, please?" I called back from the kitchen where I was making pancakes enough for three.
Greg had sent me a text earlier, asking if he could stop by after his morning run. The thought of seeing him again had me somewhat excited. It was nice to feel appreciated again, to feel like a woman. I did want to keep things light and fun, no commitment yet but a part of me wondered if it was just an excuse to keep myself available for Damian. Greg seemed steady, the kind that held a promise of a home and family.
There was a knock at the door as I placed the plate of pancakes and mugs on the breakfast table. I opened the door to find Greg looking fresh for someone who claimed to have been jogging. He handed me a cup of coffee as he stepped into the house.
Greg walked up to Lucas who was still talking to his toy. "Hi Lucas, remember me?" Lucas nodded and handed him the dinosaur, "Nice looking fella. What is his name?"
"Spike."
"That's a cool name. I have a puppy that looks a lot like your dinosaur. I will bring him over one of these days maybe you can watch him for me,"
Lucas beamed, and I watched them with a small smile on my face. Greg seemed to know how to get along with kids.
"Okay boys, wash your hands and come grab some pancakes,"
A few moments later, we were all sitting at the table, munching on pancakes.
"So," Greg began, "I was thinking, maybe next time we hang out, we could do something that doesn't give us a near heart attack or get tangled like sardines on a couch,"
I laughed. "You mean, like a real date?"
"Yeah"
"Deal."
"Mommy, more!" Lucas handed me his empty plate and I put a few more pancakes on his plate.
*****
The next day at the store, I was in the middle of baking a birthday cake when the bell above the door chimed. I glanced up thinking it was a customer but instead, it was Damian, in his signature tailored suit, giving the store a once over. I expected his visit, if he was the best man of the groom from the wedding last weekend, then he could have gotten the address to the store from the bride, plus I handed out my business card to a couple of wedding guests.
"Well, well, this is... unexpected and impressive."
"What can I do for you, Damian?"
"I was in the neighborhood," he said, stepping closer. "Thought I'd stop by."
"Well, it's nice to have a billionaire just walk into my store. I'll save you the trouble, I'm not selling neither do I need an investor." I said, grabbing the ingredients formixing cake batter.
"I didn't come here to fight, Sofia. I just want to talk."
"About what?"
"Us."
"There is no 'us,' Damian. 'Us' ended when I left,"
"Why did you leave?"
"I was done with that life. I was done being a secret. I was done being walked over. I was done being your rebound. I was done being your booty call,"
He ran a hand through his hair, "I made mistakes, Sofia. I know that. I allowed my past experience to shape my relationship with you. But when I couldn't find you, I almost lost my mind. I realized just how much you meant to me,"
"so it took me leaving for you to see that? You know what, I think you just miss your good little submissive sex doll," I countered.
He moved dangerously close to me, "Yes, I do miss you and I know for a fact that you miss me too. I saw the way your body trembled when I held you at the wedding. You wanted me. You can deny it but your new little guy cannot give you what I give you,"
"Damian…,"
"You come undone even when I don't touch you. Your lips say something else but your eyes, betray you. If I wanted to, I would place you on this counter right here and fuck your brains out and you would only ask me for more,"
"Damian," I said, keeping my tone firm even when his words were hammering away at my defenses. "Whatever we had, it's over. I've moved on."
"Have you?" he asked, his eyes locking on mine.
"Yes," I sidestepped away from him and headed towards the door, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
Damian hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I will be leaving town today but I'll see you around, Sofia or should I say Anita." He walked towards the door, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, lingering for a moment. I wanted to kiss him, I truly wanted to. His blue eyes staring deeply into mine didn't help. "goodbye,"
As he left, I let out a breath I was holding to keep my resolve strong. Thank God he was leaving. All he said was indeed true. Damian will always be the one who knows my body even more than I did. I couldn't let him back into my life. I had Lucas now and he was all I lived for.
*****
That night, Lucas was tucked into bed, he fell asleep the moment I began reading his favorite story. I didn't blame him, we read that story almost every night, and he knew the dialogue by heart. I lingered for a moment, watching him sleep. My little boy. I thought about what Damian would do if he found out I had a son for him. Would it become a custody battle? Would he want to take him away from me completely? However he wanted to play it, I knew he would win. He had the money and the influence and losing my son scared the shit out of me.
I tucked myself in bed too, closing my eyes but all I could think about was Damian at the store that morning. The way my body reacted involuntarily to the sound of his voice. I remembered the way he would touch me seductively one minute and spank me the next. I thought about the authority he had over my body, the control that he never gave me back.
The memory of him inside me, Greg was good but not that good. I may deny it but I missed him. He did things to me that….
Fuck it! I slid my fingers inside me, thinking of his teeth on my nipples, the way he would widen my legs and bend me over till I was almost completely folded and fuck me until my screams made my throat sore. My fingers worked faster as I chased my orgasm by myself, however little, I would take it. I saw his face, his breathtaking face smile at me and tell me just how sweet I am. I remember him groaning, ramming faster, smacking my wet clit.
I moaned aloud in my room, my body vibrating in ecstasy but it wasn't enough. Maybe I could show Greg or teach him how I want it.