Last week, I shared the first part of Chapter 1 of my Novella: Trading Up. Enjoy the second part here! I look forward to sharing Chapter 2 with you next week!
Chapter 1 (Part 2):
I feel prickles of anticipation on my skin just before I hear the door. He’s here. My soon-to-be-ex. It has to be him. We’ve sent the kids away, so it couldn’t be anyone else. That’s why I was so sure it was him when Brandon walked in.
“Hello?” he calls from the doorway.
I climb out of Nick’s lap and bring the soon-to-be-ex back into the living room. I’ll spare you the details of the conversation. I try really hard not to yell. I get frustrated more than once. And then finally, he says he’ll get his stuff and leave, and this time, I’m not stopping him. I can’t count the number of times he’s said he would get his stuff and leave, and I told him, “no.” But this time, I say, “I think that would be the best thing. I’ve already gathered it up for you.”
I’m shaking while he goes upstairs and gets his stuff from the guest room. My entire body is trembling. Nick wraps his arms around me, and I melt into them. “It’s going to be okay, love,” he whispers. He’s much taller than Brandon, and he has to lean down to kiss the top of my head.
“Okay,” the now ex says when he has his stuff, “I think I have everything.”
I nod, pulling myself away from Nick. “I guess this is goodbye then.”
“I guess so,” he says.
I can’t help it. I want one more. One more hug. One more kiss. And then I’ll let him go. He has his hands full, but when he sees me approaching him, he puts the bag down just in time for me to launch myself into his arms. He’s crying, too.
He holds me while I cry into his T-shirt. I sniffle and look up at him, and then I kiss him, tasting the salty tears that are running down both of our faces. And then I step back first.
He lets me go, and I can tell he’s surprised that I was the first to let go. “I love you,” he says.
I shrug. “I’ve loved you for a long time,” I say, “but I don’t think you know what true love is anymore.”
And then he’s gone. As much as I was trembling before he left, as much as I cried then, it’s nothing compared to how I am now. I am sure I’m going to collapse on the floor in a second. It’s not even the first time he’s made me collapse and walked out on me, so…
Nick catches me before I can hit the floor, and he sets me down on the couch. I curl up, wrapping a blanket around myself, and cry. It feels like all the emotions of the past few weeks of nothingness are all pouring out of me now. I can’t breathe.
Nick leaves me alone for a minute, but he has Brandon with him when he comes back. They hand me tissues and a mug of hot tea, and they climb onto the couch on either side of me and cuddle me.
I end up with my head in Nick’s lap and my feet in Brandon’s. Brandon covers my toes up but puts his hands under the blanket with them, and he gently rubs my feet and ankles.
Nick puts something on the television, but I’m not paying attention. Before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of these two guys who actually care about me.
I’m sure I look frightful when I wake up. Nick is pulling out from under me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says. “I have to pee.”
The corners of my mouth turn up just a bit. “It’s fine,” I say. I sit up enough to curl up against Brandon’s shoulder. He scritches the back of my neck, and I nearly purr.
“How are you doing, pineapple?” he asks. It’s what he calls me. He has for a while.
I smile at him and open my eyes. “I’m okay,” I say.
He runs his fingers through my hair, smoothing it back on my head.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he says, and then he leans in, and he kisses me. His lips touch mine softly at first, but I feel the hunger behind it. He wants me, and his desire ignites my own. Even though it’s been a raw, emotional day, I am grateful to have the touch of this man. I know what he wants, and I am happy to provide it.
I have to pull back from the kiss, or I’m going to climb onto Brandon’s lap right here in the middle of the living room. I take a deep breath and break the kiss.
He trails kisses down my jaw, but that’s not helping me.
Nick clears his throat when he comes back into the room. “Don’t get started without me,” he says, but I can hear the teasing in his voice. “Come on, you two,” he says, “We’re going downstairs.”
We get up and go without needing him to tell us twice.
I’m surprised at what I see in the basement bedroom when we get down there. I expect it to look like it always does, with the sort of made up bed and giant mound of pillows. But instead, the pillows have all been cleared off the bed, and the restraint system has been pulled out. There are straps that go under the bed, but they’re all out tonight — one for each wrist and one for each ankle. The accompanying cuff is placed next to where it connects to.
“What’s all this?” I ask.
“We thought that you might need some relief after a difficult day,” Nick says.
Part of me feels like sex is the furthest thing on my mind right now, but my body is already reacting to the thought of being restrained on the bed and at the mercy of these two men. These two men, who I trust implicitly. I trust that they are going to take care of me, physically and emotionally. I trust that at the end of the night, they will hold me and caress me. And by the time I’ve gotten to the end of this train of thought, I am turned on and desperate to be restrained. Desperate to have someone else make the decisions for a while. Desperate to give in to the aching need at my core to be filled, literally.
“What do you think?” Nick asks. He’s given me time to process, and Brandon hasn’t said anything.
“Yes, please,” I say. “You’re right. I need it.”
He smiles and runs a hand down my back. “Get naked.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. Then I slip my skirt down over my hips. I’m wearing leggings underneath, and those go with it. I stand in front of my husband, wearing a bra and panties. Part of me is nervous about taking the rest of my clothes off because it means that this is really happening.
But before I can do anything about it, Brandon comes up behind me and unhooks my bra. He pulls the straps down my arms, and when he gets it free of my body, he tosses it to the side. My panties are next. He kneels behind me and pulls the cotton panties down over my hips. I feel his breath on my ass, hot and warm. Nick reaches out a hand to steady me as I step out of the panties. Brandon turns me around to face him and presses his lips to my bare pussy. He kisses me and flicks his tongue right at my clit.
I moan and almost fall over, but Nick is there, holding me up again. I relax into his arms, and he reaches around me to pat Brandon on the head affectionately. Brandon sits back on his heels and looks up at us. Nick steadies me and then directs me physically into the bed.
“Face up or face down?” I ask.
“Face up for now,” Nick says.
That’s a good choice. I’m liable to fall asleep if I’m face down too long, especially after a day like today. The guys help me with the velcro straps around my wrists and ankles, and then they connect me to the bed. I can’t help but dart my eyes back and forth between them, trying to watch them both at the same time, which is impossible because they’re on opposite sides of me. But I want to know what they’re up to.
“She is never going to relax like this, is she?” Brandon asks.
“Nope,” Nick says.
I thought I was doing a good job of appearing relaxed. Hey, I wasn’t whipping my whole head back and forth, just my eyes. But apparently, they noticed. Of course they did. I sigh inwardly. These boys notice everything. (Aren’t they wonderful?)
“Blindfold?” Brandon asks.
“Yes,” Nick replies.
Shit. I sigh inwardly again.
Nick gets it out of the box and hands it to Brandon.
Brandon approaches me slowly, as though I were a dangerous lioness about to strike. But it’s not like I can do anything. I’m completely helpless. My pussy spasms with desire as I think it.
“I hate to do this to you,” Brandon says, but I know he’s full of shit. He loves this, “but I know you aren’t going to relax for us if you’re constantly trying to watch our every move.”
I sigh out loud this time. “You’re right, of course.”
I catch his grin just as he slips the soft fabric over my eyes. And then the world goes dark. I have no idea what’s going to happen next.
Thanks for joining me on this fictional journey! Make sure to check out Richard’s and my collaborative piece on Saturday, and TMI Tuesday coming up soon.