“My parents called. They want to do dinner together.”

I sighed. I was tired. It had been a really long week and, lovely as it was, Jordan and I had engaged in a long, intense session two nights ago. My body was still recovering.

He saw my expression and hugged me. “Listen, this is a totally vanilla dinner. No pressure. Plus, it’s a surprise. Something you’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Go put on something nice, whatever you like.”

“Even undergarments?”

He laughed and said, “Yes. Even undergarments. I’m going to wear a pair of dress slacks, a white shirt, and tie in case you wanted to know.”

I thought about it. I really did like his parents and a vanilla date sounded lovely.

Two hours later, Jordan opened the car door for me in front of a local winery I hadn’t had a chance to visit yet. The hostess led us down into the wine cellar where Jordan’s parents were already seated.

“Cindy!” Jordan’s dad stood and opened his arms to me. He gave me a signature bear hug which made me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy then said, “I’m so glad you could come. I know this is short notice, but I’m thinking about serving some of these wines at the restaurant and would appreciate your opinion.”

I smiled. I REALLY liked Jordan’s dad.

“I’m happy to, Maurice.”

“And don’t you look lovely!” Clarice commented, kissing my cheek. “Then again, you always look lovely.”

“Thanks, Clarice.”

Clarice could be a bit stuffy, but once I got to know her, I realized that was just a defense mechanism. She was actually quite shy and very sweet.

Over the course of the evening, we tasted 7 different dishes paired with 7 different wines. Luckily, we all knew how to taste wine rather than gulp it, so no one became intoxicated.

By the time we left, Maurice had decided to offer three of the seven in his upscale downtown restaurant, I was completely relaxed, and the little stress lines around Jordan’s mouth had all but disappeared.

We got home and I offered to make us both a cup of tea before bed.

“That would be perfect, thanks, Mara,” Jordan said. “How are feeling, anyway. I should have checked earlier.”

By the slight shift in his tone, I knew he was referring to last night’s session. Without thinking, I too shifted my tone and attitude, answering him as I filled the kettle. “My bottom is only slightly bruised, Sir. I felt the effects of your belt when I was sitting for so long, but not terribly so.”

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

“You looked so beautiful, tied to the bed, your ass lifted by the wedge pillow. I loved seeing your petals get wetter every time I spanked you. Then, seeing the red marks from my belt and watching you orgasm! Wow.”

I felt myself getting wet at his words.

“Thank you, Sir,” I murmured. “You know I am yours whenever you decide to take me.”

He chuckled before saying, “I do know. But after fucking your pussy for an hour last night and keeping that plug in you while you slept, then taking that perfectly stretched ass this morning, I think your body needs a break today. Tomorrow night, however. . .”

He didn’t finish that thought. The tea kettle began to sing and he let go of me long enough for me to fill the cups with hot water. He sat at the kitchen table and I set the cups of chamomile tea on the table to steep.

“You know, I can still give you release even if you allow my body to heal,” I suggested.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes. You can. However, my body needs a bit of time as well. Besides, for what I have planned for tomorrow, I’m going to need all of my strength. Sometimes, we all need a night off.”