* * * *
Mimi watched as Chaz sank quickly into dreamland. Only when she was certain he was deep asleep did she turn to the woman sitting in the recliner by the bed. No time like the present to get her questions answered from the source.
“So, how long have you two been married?” She tried to keep her tone civil and inquisitive instead of accusatory, but wasn’t sure she had accomplished it when Kelly stared at her, looking shocked.
“Married? Where did you…” Kelly started before recognition dawned. “You were in the surgical waiting room the other day. No, no, no, we’re not married. It’s just easier to let them call me Mrs. Montgomery than to try and explain to a thousand different people that I’m his roommate and emergency contact.”
“Oh,” Mimi said as the knot in her belly eased slightly.
If they weren’t married, what exactly was their relationship? Just roommates? Or friends with benefits? Or was Mimi the one he went to for sex?
“You’re his friend from the club, aren’t you?” Kelly asked after several endless seconds of silence.
“I know him from Club Esoteria, if that’s what you mean,” Mimi answered, not sure Chaz would be happy the two women in his life were having this conversation.
Instead of revealing her role in Chaz’s life, Mimi asked, “How did you two meet?” She listened as Kelly told her how they had met and ended up as roommates. She allowed the woman to talk, learning more about her Master in the next ten minutes than she had in six months of knowing the man at the club.
After sharing secrets of their life together that Mimi wasn’t sure she wanted to know, Kelly looked at the large clock on the wall across the room from the bed. “I have to get back to work. Are you okay to hang out until he wakes up?”
Mimi nodded and pointed to her carryall with a smile. “Not a problem. I came prepared.”
“It was good to meet you,” Kelly said as she picked up her purse and stood.
Before walking out, Kelly pulled a pen and a piece of paper from her purse and wrote something before handing it to Mimi. “That’s my cell number. Feel free to call me anytime you want an update on how he’s doing.”
Mimi accepted the paper with a nod. “Thanks. I’ll text you with my number in a few minutes.”
“Good enough. Tell him when he wakes up to behave himself or I’ll be bringing duct tape when I come back tonight.”
“I have a bunch of different colors from when I moved last year if you want them,” she offered.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kelly said with a smile.
After one last look at Chaz that gave Mimi the impression she felt more than just a roommate’s caring for the man, Kelly turned and strode quickly from the room. Mimi was alone with her softly snoring Master.
After texting Kelly and identifying herself so the other woman had her number, Mimi pulled out the yarn and crochet hook to begin work on a baby blanket for the knitting for the charity group she was a part of.
* * * *
Chaz drifted in and out, not fighting to wake up, but not returning to the black hole of deep sleep either. Or so he thought. At one point, he heard several voices whispering. He heard footsteps fading away down the hall. Cracking his eyes open, he watched as Mimi returned to the straight-backed chair in the corner of his room. She picked up some white something or other and he watched for a few seconds while she returned to whatever it was she was doing. When she looked up at him, he waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Go back to sleep,” she whispered with a smile that had his heart catching before it began to thump a little faster.
He smiled in response and relaxed, closing his eyes and drifting off again.
When he woke again, Mimi was still there, this time with a computer tablet in her lap, reading something. She looked up as soon as he shifted in the bed.
“Hey,” he said as his cock twitched despite the pain medications that numbed the rest of his body. “You didn’t have to stay.”
“Yes, I did,” she said, her voice soft and with an intensity that his befuddled brain could not interpret. “I’m here to help, to play nursemaid or guard dog, whichever you need. Plus I needed to see you.”
Too drained to argue, he shrugged his right shoulder. “Okay.”
For the next couple of hours whenever he dozed, she headed off visitors, family members, coworkers, and even a couple of the other Doms from the club before they could wake him. Finally he looked at her and said, “I know you have better things to do than sit here and watch me breath. You should to go.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Sure you do,” he said. “If nothing else, go home, dance on the back porch, then break out your toys and play.” The visual image had his cock respond in ways he wished it wouldn’t.
Mimi shook her head. “You should not be talking like that, but I’ll go if you’re sure. Are you going to be okay alone?”
“I’ve got a magic button that will call the cavalry if I need them,” he said, lifting the nurse’s call button stick.
Reluctantly she packed her things before walking around to the right side of the bed. “If you need anything, call me, okay?”
He nodded. When she leaned over to kiss him, he remembered he had not brushed his teeth in a couple of days and turned his head so her lips landed on his cheek. Even that platonic kiss had his cock stiffening further. As she straightened, he sent her a grin. “I mean it. Go home, dance naked, and play with your toys. I want you to have two orgasms this afternoon and at least one every day until I can give you so many you lose count.”
She looked skeptical as she laid her hand on his beard-scruffed cheek. “Behave and cooperate, or I’ll bring a couple of the club masters by and we’ll tie you up to keep you in line.”
He chuckled, which hurt his ribs. “Yeah, right. Not gonna happen. Be safe and call me later,” he called as she walked out of the room.
Once he was alone, his hand slipped under the covers, but by the time his fingers wrapped around his cock, it had gone soft again. A few minutes later, the rest of his body began the spiral down into sleep again as well. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and drifted off once more.
* * * *
While Chaz remained hospitalized, Mimi visited the hospital every other day, thinking he would be lonely and bored. But it seemed every time she stopped by he either had company or was sleeping.
The few times he was awake and alone, he seemed distant and not the Master Chaz she knew from Club Esoteria. She knew the doctor was weaning him the painkillers, but wondered if he had not also placed an emotional shield between them.
On her last visit to the hospital, Kelly entered the room a few minutes after she arrived. When she gave her a pointed look then shifted her gaze to the door, Mimi took the hint and gathered her things. After brushing a kiss on Chaz’s cheek, Mimi walked out, her throat tightening and tears pressing on the backs of her eyes.
Without being able to talk to Chaz about what was going between them, she had no idea what to do. She had a gut-tightening feeling that things might be over and it was time to find herself a new Master. He would be returning home with Kelly in another day or two, and though Kelly had thanked her for offering to help with Chaz during his post-hospital recovery, Mimi had a feeling Chaz would not agree to it.
After all, she was just his sex toy, and for the next month or more he would be out of commission in that respect. But how was he supposed to see her as more than a sex toy if he would not allow her into other areas of his life?
She kept her composure until she got home. Once there, she walked into her bedroom, threw herself across the bed, and allowing herself the luxury of a good cry. Burying her face into one of the pillows, she sobbed until she had no more tears inside her. Rolling to her side, she curled into a ball and just lay there, too drained to move, too sad to think.
She should put Chaz and their relationship behind them, but how? How did she walk away from the man who she thought was perfect for her even if he on
ly thought of her as a prop for his Friday-night sex games?
Chapter 6
Chaz had been home from the hospital for six weeks and was bored to tears. He could not drive. Hell, with the cast on his leg from toes to cock, he could barely move himself from the couch to the back porch, the bathroom, or his bed. Thankfully his arm was out of its cast that had gone from fingers to shoulder, so he was at least able to go to the bathroom by himself again. He no longer had to rely on Kelly or Ryan, the male nurse who had been hired to help out while his roommate was at work.
His major problem was not being able to go to work. Daytime television sucked. He had watched and slept his way through the movies and shows he had DVR’d over the past year. He also missed Mimi.
She had visited once a week since the week after he had been discharged, but with Kelly or Ryan always hovering within earshot, he could not tell her all the things he wanted to. He wanted to call her, find out why she had grown distant, and what had happened while he was in the hospital. Had he insulted her? Had his drug-induced loopiness offended her? Had she decided she no longer wanted him as her Master?
On yet another long, boring Saturday afternoon of sitting on the back porch watching the grass grow, he picked up his cell phone, and pulled up her number. He stared at the screen for a long time, wondering if she would talk to him if he actually called her. He had had her number in his phone since their second night together, but this would be the first time he had actually called it.
In the past few days Taurus, Jenna, and several other friends from the club had stopped by to check on him, but no one said anything about Mimi. He had been afraid to ask about her, did not want to hear that she had been playing with another Dom while he was laid up.
His finger over the send button, he sent up a prayer that she would answer.
Before he complete the connection, he heard a car pull into the driveway. It did not follow the drive around the back of the house, instead stopping just out of his view. He heard a car door close and then held his breath as he waited for someone to walk around the back of the house. A few long minutes later, Mimi stepped into view, carrying a foil-covered plate.
His cock stiffened in a Pavlov dog’s reaction to just the sight of the sexy submissive. Damn, he had missed her.
“Hey, there.” Chaz shifted in his chair. He wished he could stand up and give her a hug even though Kelly had just stepped out of the house.
“Hi,” Mimi said as she climbed the steps and crossed the porch to stand in front of him. “I brought you come cookies.”
“Those special cookies you told me about?”
“Uh-huh,” Mimi said, handing him the plate.
He accepted the plate and immediately peeled the foil back. The scent of sweet goodness wafted up, and the paper plate was warm to his touch. “Sit. Relax. Be comfortable.” He waved to the empty chair halfway across the porch as he picked up a cookie and bit into it.
Chocolate and sugary sweetness sent more blood flowing into his cock until it throbbed with need.
“You didn’t have to do this,” he said with a full mouth. “Oh my God, these are delicious. Thank you.”
Mimi shrugged and forced a sassy grin. “My mother taught me never to go visit an invalid without food.”
Kelly moved closer, and he knew she wanted to take the plate so he would not eat them all as they visited. He took two more before handing it over. Kelly took them in the house and returned a moment later, making Chaz wonder how to get rid of her for a few minutes. He needed to talk to Mimi, and the conversation was not one anyone else needed to hear.
But it seemed she had the same idea. “Mimi, could you hang out here for a bit with Mr. Grumpy? I need to run to the grocery store for a few things,” Kelly said.
“No problem. I’m in no hurry,” Mimi responded, though Chaz thought she did not sound quite as excited about the prospect as he would have liked.
“Great. Thanks,” Kelly said before disappearing back into the house.
Chaz studied Mimi as he waited until he heard her car drive away. “Are you okay, sexy?”
Mimi looked away before nodding, but he saw the truth. She was not fine. She looked nervous, sad, sleep deprived, and something more as she shifted in her seat.
“Don’t lie to your Master,” he said, dropping his tone to what he liked to think of as his Master’s voice.
“Are you?”
* * * *
Mimi had thought long and hard over the past few weeks and had finally decided she had to have some kind of closure with Mast Chaz. After seeing the sprawling brick house Chaz and Kelly lived in, she understood even less about why he came to the club and played with her.
She had visited the club the night before and after spending the evening once again alone and ignored, she had spoken to Taurus about canceling her membership. He refused her request when she admitted she had not discussed her decision with Chaz. So here she was, to talk to Chaz, ask him to call Taurus and tell the club owner that he could drop her from the membership.
Since this would probably be the last time she saw him, she would also ask the questions she had been swallowing back for months. Maybe if she understood she would be able to move on with her life.
“Are you my Master? Why do you come to the club and play with me when you have her? Is that why you’re not interested in seeing me outside the club? Is that why you won’t collar me? I really am just a Friday-night sex toy to you, aren’t I?” she asked softly but knew he heard both the pain and accusation in her tone.
“Kelly is my roommate. Just my roommate. You are the only woman I’ve had sex with in the last three years since leaving my wife. But there are things you don’t understa—”
“Then explain them to me,” Mimi broke in, frustrated that he was treating her like a child. “I’m not stupid, you know. Or maybe I’m an idiot for expecting something from a man who obviously doesn’t have it in him to give.”
She stood up, watching as Chaz blinked and became the Dom she knew, but did not understand. “Sit down,” he ordered in the power-laced voice he used at the club.
As always, her will melted, but she fought the need to instantly obey. “Why?”
“Sit down… Better yet, come over here and suck my cock,” he said.
Once again he had brushed her questions and concerns away like he would a pesky mosquito. His cock had inflated fully, filling out the front of his loose shorts, proving that his body was not as incapacitated as she thought it should be. Pulling up the right leg of his shorts, he exposed his cock, which was long and thick with a cherry-red head. He sucked a breath as he began to stroke it, sending more blood pulsing into it.
As Mimi watched his fingers move up and down his shaft, her pussy overflowed and her nipples drew tight in automatic response. But in his current state of recovery, he should not be having sex. With his crutches leaning against the wall by the back door, well out of his reach, there was no way he could get up and chase her down.
Though he had ordered her to give herself an orgasm daily the last time she had visited him in the hospital, she had not had an orgasm in weeks. Her body was no longer interested, though she had tried a couple of times. Each time her arousal had died almost before she had begun.
But today, being with him sent fire through her blood which pooled in her lower body. All at once she needed the relief she had not wanted since Chaz’s accident. She needed to come. Maybe getting off while he could not touch her would give him something to think about.
“No, I don’t think so,” she said with a smile as she pulled the chair she had been sitting in so it was just out of reach of where Chaz was trapped in his chair. “I think I’ll get myself off instead. Especially since I was ordered to have an orgasm every day and I haven’t had one yet today.” Or any other day, she added silently.
Chaz looked stunned as she pulled the hem of her denim skirt to the top of her thighs and spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow. By the way his gaze dropped down her
body then his eyes widened, she knew he could see the pink lace panties she wore. Did he also see the wet spot on the fabric from her leaking juices?
He stared hard. His fingers faltered on his cock as he licked his lips. He looked as hungry as she felt. She ran her right hand down her thigh then back up to the hem of her skirt. The touch of her own fingers closing in on her pussy had her sucking sharp breaths as her body instantly responded and grew more aroused by the second. She slowly drew her fingers back down her inner thigh.
“Lose the panties and bring me your purse,” he ordered as he shifted his hips, obviously trying to get more comfortable as he once again dropped his cock with a small sound of need.
“Why?” She brought her fingers to the crease where leg met torso and slowly drew it down between her legs, tracing the outside of her lower lips.
“I want to see my pussy, and I also want to confirm you have your makeup kit with you.”
Mimi frowned as she tried to remember what toy he was talking about. Then she remembered. One of their first evenings together, Master Chaz had ordered her to buy and keep a small vibrator in her purse.
A few nights later, she had gone to a sex toy party. On a whim and after several texts back and forth with him, she bought what he now referred to as her makeup kit. Two vibrators, one that looked like a tube of lipstick and the other shaped like mascara.
When he saw them during their next visit to the club, he spent the entire evening using them on her. He had brought her to one climax after another until she was so relaxed she could barely walk out to her car unassisted at the end of the night.
With a grin, she reached into the zippered side pocket of her purse and pulled out the two vibrators. “You mean these?” she asked, holding one up in each hand.
“Oh, shit, yes,” he muttered, his stroking slowing as if he were afraid of coming too soon.
She tossed the mascara back into her purse and took the top off the lipstick. Twisting the base, she gasped as the small toy began to vibrate strong enough her entire arm to shiver.
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