He was dressed all in leather from his head to his toes

With a hole in his crotch for eager slut Doe.

A bundle of toys he threw on the floor

Whips and paddles, dildos and more.

His eyes how they glared icily

With a mien superbly strict,

His mouth was pursed tightly

As Doe sucked his dick.

I came to cuddled in Andrew’s lap. He kissed my temple and whispered. “Are you okay?”

Okay? What a trivial word for the greatest sex of my life. I was more than okay, I was fan-freaking-tastic.

“That was amazing,” I praised him. Apparently my commanding Dom of a moment ago still harbored doubts, but I loved him dearly for what he’d done. “How?” I asked vaguely. Surely my desires hadn’t been so transparent. How did I give myself away?

“How did I find out about your fantasy? I’m afraid I stooped to snooping. I could tell something was up with you. At first I thought it was another man.”

“Never,” I hastened to reassure him, although it was only partially true. Another of my taboo fantasies was to be with another man while Andrew watched and then joined in. I know, I’m definitely going to hell.

“I trust you,” he said, his words comforting me. “I knew you wouldn’t betray me like that, but every time I asked you if something was wrong, you pretended everything was fine.”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” And I didn’t want him feel inadequate when my dissatisfaction stemmed from a change in my sexual needs and not him. “But, how did you guess?”

“Don’t get mad. I snooped through your Internet history and your notebook.”

“You read my journal?” I sat up in his lap and glared at him. At his look of chagrin, I eased my stance.

“I know it was wrong, but I needed to know what was up with you. I thought I was losing you.”

I heard the anguish in his voice and turned on his lap so I could wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. “Never. I love you.”