My eyes opened to the sound of the ocean and a cool breeze filled my lungs. I laid still, falling into a daze and feeling of hopelessness. The curtain swayed back and forth, and bright sun glared from the marble tile. I took a deep breath and thought about my dream. It was real. I knew it was. It was a memory. That was good news. That meant I was getting better.
I was reminded of the thick leather when I moved my good leg, remembering the chastity belt between my legs. And of course I had to pee. The clock on my nightstand said it was after nine. If my kids slept in this late every day, I would be a happy mom. I managed to sit up and look for an intercom and a button. When I couldn’t find one, I knew what he meant by “it was always on.”
“Hello?” I called out to the empty room.
“Give me two. I’ll be right there,” Paxton said from the surround sound I didn’t know I had. I winced in pain when my head jerked around, hearing him from everywhere.
I reached for my crutches and hobbled to the patio, wondering when he’d come in and opened the sliding door. I hadn’t heard anything.
“Wow,” I murmured. The ocean in a distance enforced that feeling of getting better. The view was magnificent. Breathtaking. I didn’t know if it was the magnitude the ocean had on my state of mind, or if the dream had caused it. Hell, maybe it was my mother. Whatever it was, I had a sense of wellbeing. Like everything would work out the way it was supposed to work out. I felt that. I also felt the belt between my legs and the urgency to pee again.
“Would you like breakfast out there? It’s nice this time of morning. Up until about two when the sun is directly over the house. Once it’s over the house it’s nice again. Usually around five. Maybe we’ll grill out and the girls can play.”
I frowned and shifted my gaze toward Paxton’s voice. He wore a cheerful smile—too cheerful. I rubbed at my sore neck, unsure if his split personality or my whiplash had caused the pain.
Basket case.
“Um. Yeah. Okay. Are they still sleeping?”
“No. Tricia picked them up for day camp. They’re making masks out of paper plates today.” He grinned like we were a normal husband and wife, discussing our children.
“Tricia?”
“Yes, she’s the one that kept them while you were away. Where you were going is yet to be determined. How did you sleep?” he asked as his arm went around my waist. He kissed my neck and stared out to the ocean with me. “I love this time of morning here. My favorite time of day.”
I didn’t speak. I wasn’t sure when I was allowed to do that, and when I wasn’t. I didn’t say anything, but I was sure he could hear my heart beating.
His hand went up my shirt and across my stomach, up my chest, and to my nipple. Paxton sucked on my neck and twisted my erect bead between his fingers. His other hand slid up the inside of my leg while his crotch thrusted into my ass.
An instant erection was born—no doubt about it. He ground his hard rod into my ass, gliding his palm along my ribs and chest. Then he wrapped his hand around my throat and whispered with a raspy tone, “God, I fucking missed you.”
My world spun around me when he backed away, leaving me breathless with anger. At least I hoped it was anger. The faint little throb between my legs may have told the truth, but my mind could be denying it.
“For future references. You usually stay in bed until I come in and help you out of your predicament. It’s okay this time. We’ll do it in the bathroom,” Paxton explained, once again sounding like a normal husband talking about a normal task.
I sucked in a deep breath and hopped my way to the bathroom, Paxton right behind me. His hand stayed on my rear, guiding me all the way to the toilet. After he turned me to face him, he dropped to his knees and moved the three little dials. I heard the click and felt the breeze when he pulled down on the front. He gazed up to me and then turned to my butt. Paxton took great pride in sliding the thin chain from the crack in my ass. He slowly slipped it out and took my crutches from me, offering me his hand.
How sweet. Fucker.
I only took it because I needed the help to sit.
“Oh, my God, Pax. I can’t even take a piss without you? I mean Paxton. Paxton,” I repeated when I watched his face instantly turn cold. He didn’t say anything. Not one word. He glared at me with inviable darts. “I’m sorry, but I can’t pee with you watching me,” I admitted in a softer tone. More for me than him. I wasn’t interested in stroking his ego. I just wanted to take a piss without an audience.
“Yes, you can. You do it all the time. You can do it,” he assured me. The anger settled, relaxing tight lines across his forehead. His eyes left mine and he pulled my knees apart, wearing an amused smug. My eyes took over the imaginary darts, but he didn’t see it. He was too busy being a pervert. His thumb nudged my left labia aside while he licked his lips.
I couldn’t pee. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t do it. “I can’t go.”
“You sure? It could save you a lot of pain in making your way back in here later. Either go now or get up.”