Chapter 4

Day one of ‘slowing down'for Rebecca Cuinn-Giles. Rebecca blew her bangs out of her eyes, staring at her coffee cup in front of her. Cassidy had left a few minutes ago after promising to be home ‘as soon as humanly possible.' Rebecca tapped her blunt fingernail on the cup.

"I should have eased into this slow down," she said to herself. Rebecca had checked her schedule for the week, canceling more than fifteen consulting meetings. She didn't like leaving those potential clients in a lurch, but Rebecca made sure to refer them to very capable business analysts. As for her friends' new ventures, everything was on track at the moment. So, Rebecca had the entire day to herself.

The first thing she needed to do was get out of her pajamas. Rebecca smiled as she remembered putting them on last night. It was very rare for either of them to wear anything to bed. But since last night was for relaxation only, the only way they could be that close to each other and not end up making love was by putting a barrier between them. Even then, it was quite difficult to keep their hands from roaming.

Cassidy, however, was a perfect gentlewoman. She never once pressured Rebecca for more than a cuddle. Cassidy was kind, tender, and loving. When Rebecca was jolted awake by a nightmare — one she hadn't had in so long — Cassidy was there to soothe Rebecca back to sleep. That nightmare, though. That was something Rebecca was going to have to call Aunt Wills about. She couldn't allow this uneasiness she had felt since yesterday to get too deep.

"Later." Rebecca got up and took her coffee cup to the sink to rinse it out. After a slight hesitation, she filled it with water. Unfortunately, with the nightmares came the headaches. Rebecca had woken up with one this morning, and if she planned on getting anything done today, that had to go. She opened the cabinet and grabbed the Tylenol. After downing a couple of tablets, Rebecca rolled her head on her shoulders to relieve some of the tension.

"I could really use a yoga class. And maybe to stop talking to myself." She snickered at herself. "Five minutes into your slow down, you're already going crazy." Rebecca grabbed her phone off the table to send Ellie a quick text.

Hey! I will literally pay you $1000 to get back into teaching yoga — and $1000 more to maybe give me a few cooking lessons.

"One thing on my to-do list checked off," Rebecca announced to… no one. Had she always had this much of a problem being alone? Was this what happened when you found someone who you loved and who loved you back? Time without them was lonely and ticked by so slowly?

Sweets, I will do all that for free. You and Cass come over tonight. You and I will stretch ourselves silly, and Cass and Hunter can sit out on the deck, drink beer, and talk about us in yoga pants. Then you can help me make a quick dinner, and we'll have those two drooling for a different reason: two birds, one stone.

Rebecca laughed out loud. Ellie Vale was the most unassuming, sweetest person Rebecca had ever met. No one would suspect she also had a wicked sense of humor and a fierce protective streak.

I love you! :D Is five-thirty too early?

Rebecca made a mental note to call Cassidy later to ensure she could be home in time to go to the Vales.

Five-thirty is perfect. Hunter should be home fairly early tonight. We'll see you then! And before you ask, don't bring anything — just your yoga pants and appetite.

Well, that was easy. Rebecca sent Ellie a kissing emoji and then checked the time. She had seven hours to kill. First things first, get dressed.

Cass whistleda light tune to try and keep her focus on her work. The night before had been replaying repeatedly in her mind, curbing her creativity. Oh, the time with Rebecca was wonderful. After Eve's call, they mutually agreed to let what happened yesterday go and enjoy the night. That's precisely what Cass did. She put the fucker that disrespected her wife out of her mind.

They watched shows, Cass gave Rebecca a massage, kneading out the stiffness in Rebecca's neck, and snuggled. It didn't matter if they were on the couch, on the floor, or in bed… they snuggled. When it came time to sleep, Cass insisted they wear some form of pajamas. It was a no-sex kinda night, and Cass respected that. But having Rebecca's naked body on hers would have made that incredibly difficult. The cute shorts and tight t-shirt didn't do Cass many favors, either. But she managed to keep her hands to herself. Mostly.

When Becca fell asleep, that's when Cass thought about McEnroe and how agitated Rebecca was. This douchebag had reminded Becca of Samantha. That was something Cass couldn't forgive or forget. Yeah, she knew her wife wanted to leave it alone unless something else happened. But what if that something else meant harming Rebecca? The fuck if Cass would allow that. She had contemplated going to Eve behind Rebecca's back but quickly vetoed that idea. Whatever happened, Cass would do it with her wife's permission.

Cass's resolve faltered when Rebecca was yanked out of a deep sleep, whimpering. The night terrors had stopped, and the past couple of years had been peaceful for Rebecca. She didn't even flinch anymore when Cass touched the scars on her back. Was this guy so much like that bitch Samantha that Rebecca had reverted? Maybe it was a good time to call Aunt Wills. Cass was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Siri telling her Rebecca was calling. Cass answered immediately.

"Hey, babe! How's… it going?"

"You were going to say retirement, weren't you?" Rebecca teased.

"Nope." Cass glanced around to make sure she was alone. "But if I do, will Mistress punish me?"

"Intensely."

"So? How's retirement?" Cass grinned at Rebecca's exasperated oath on the other end. "I'm kidding with you, babe. What's up?"

"Well, I'm learning I'm no longer good at being alone. I haven't found anything to occupy my time yet, and I miss you."

Cass's heart fluttered. Hearing Rebecca say she missed her made Cass want to pack up all her shit and hightail it home. Kids. I'm doing this for the kids.

"I miss you, too, babe. I think I'm going to make it a short day today. Maybe the rest of the week."

"Cassidy…"

"Just until you've gotten used to not having a ton of shit to do, babe."

"Cassidy, you're in a children's hospital. Watch your language."

"Oops. Sorry. But seriously. I'm ahead of schedule on this mural. I can afford to cut some time." Cass listened carefully to Rebecca's tone. She sounded a little better this morning. That was a good sign.

"That sounds good, actually. Do you think you could make it home in time to go over to Ellie and Hunter's tonight around five-thirty?"

"Yeah, of course! Were we invited over for dinner?"

"Well, I kind of invited us. Ellie will do some yoga with me, and then I will help her cook dinner. See? I'm already starting on my hobby list."

Cass laughed. "Does that mean we're going over there every night?"

"No, not every night, wise guy. I called Ellie before I called you. We decided she'd give me a routine and some simple recipes to do throughout the week. But I swear, if you say ‘Ellie's is better' one time, I will take you into the playroom…."

"You just realized that's the perfect reason for me to say it, didn't you?" Cass joked.

"Yep. Will you be here by four, please, Cassidy?"

Cass checked her watch. It was just past noon now. If she focused, Cass could get a good chunk done by the time she needed to get home. Though…

"Yeah, but it only takes us like fifteen minutes to get to the Vale household. And it doesn't take me long to shower and get ready."

"Make it three-thirty," Rebecca said.

Holy fuck. Cass knew that tone. Her entire body began to tremble with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you. Oh, and Cassidy?"

"Yes?"

"I ordered a hot tub."

With that, Rebecca hung up, and Cass sat there — mouth agape — for a good twenty seconds. She had wondered if Rebecca cutting back on her work was a good idea without a plan in place. But it seemed no plans were working out to be highly lucrative for Cass.

Cass burstinto the house at three-twenty-three. She would have been earlier if she hadn't gotten stuck behind some stupid fender bender. The hours after Rebecca's phone call dragged so fucking slow. Cass constantly reminded herself that what she was doing at that hospital was important. She and Rebecca had the rest of their lives to be together. Some of these kids would never experience that. That thought helped Cass get a considerable amount done before practically running out of there, the image of Mistress seared in her brain.

"Babe?" She tossed her keys on the table and began peeling off her clothes. As she slipped her shirt over her head, she saw the yellow sticky note.

Take a shower, Cassidy. Then meet me in the playroom. Mistress.

The playroom was a recent addition, and one Cass was ecstatic about. They really were turning this house into their home. They had contemplated getting a new home, but Rebecca wasn't keen on losing the mermaid mural Cass had painted in the living room. Their compromise was doing some renovations — and additions. At first, the reno was small. They updated the kitchen with new appliances, which neither of them used regularly. Also updated was the downstairs gym area. Rebecca would join Cass sometimes when she was feeling particularly energized. Since Rebecca wasn't into weight training, Cass wanted to make the space more inviting for her wife. A nice, quiet yoga area and cardio equipment now took up half the space, and Cass was more than happy to divide her space with Rebecca. Now that Rebecca was getting back into yoga, maybe she would spend more time in there getting Cass's heart racing while stretching in her yoga pants.

Then came the playroom. Both wanted to keep their bedroom for their more intimate moments as a married couple. Mistress was fun, but there was always something a little more treasured when they were just Cassidy and Rebecca. After a few months of going to the club to get their Mistress fix, they decided to build an add-on.

"Best decision ever." Cass sprinted up the stairs. She was naked in the shower in less than three minutes. Granted, it was a lukewarm shower at best, but that didn't matter. Mistress was waiting for her.

Mistress was dressedin black today. The patent leather bra with a quilted design hugged her ample breasts like a lover. The waistband of the soft, silk-noil black bikini bottoms was trimmed with the same patent leather. An ultra-cropped leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up and opened to show Mistress's toned stomach completed the ensemble.

Mistress looked as badass as she felt. As the day wore on, Rebecca became more enamored with the idea of not working so much. The boredom wore off quickly as she began making a list of all the things she had wanted to do but never made the time for. An afternoon romp as Mistress with her sub-wife was high on the list. And Mistress was feeling extra spicy today. What a difference a night of relaxation and a change of pace can make.

She heard the rattle of the doorknob, and Mistress's heart rate doubled with anticipation. She nearly dropped her pink flog when Cassidy entered the room. Cassidy was barefoot, wearing faded jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. Her torso tattoos and sleeves were on full display, causing Mistress to salivate.

"Come," Mistress ordered.

"Yes, Mistress." Cass walked to Mistress. She was trained well enough not to touch Mistress without permission. Oh, she wanted to touch her. Cass wanted to do so many things to Mistress, especially in that outfit. But this was Mistress's show. Cass would wait for any demand and eagerly obey. Her muscles twitched when Mistress ran her fingertips down her stomach.

"Go to the foot of the bed, Cassidy. Face away from me."

Damn.All Cass wanted to do was drink in Mistress. Visually and literally. God, she hoped Mistress wanted Cass's mouth on her today. For now, she followed orders and stood at the foot of the bed. She grinned when Mistress smacked her ass with the flog.

"Take the jeans off. Leave the shirt." Mistress stood back to watch the show as Cassidy — her back still to Mistress — unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down past her hips. Mistress's eyes focused on Cassidy's tight ass when she bent over to discard the jeans completely. They stayed there until Cassidy stood back up, and her shirt fell to cover it. Mistress blinked a couple of times to get her mind back in the game. At least it's in the gutter where it should be.

"Get on the bed, on your knees." Mistress waited until Cassidy was situated. "Arm," Mistress said simply. Cassidy raised her arm, and Mistress wrapped the cuff of the chain that dangled from the bedpost around Cassidy's wrist, tightening it securely. Then she repeated the action on the other side. Once Cassidy was strapped in, Mistress walked to her arsenal. This armoire resembled the one in her Pink Room and was similarly stocked. She chose what she wanted for this session and went back to Cassidy.

"You encouraged me to… slow down, Cassidy. I'm not used to having nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to see. Do you know what happens when I don't have set plans?"

Cass shook her head. She hoped it meant that Mistress devised various ways to punish Cass. Masochist, Cass thought. No, wait. I don't want anyone else to do this to me. I'm a… Mistresschist. Cass nearly laughed out loud, then yelped when she felt the sharp sting of Mistress's whip on her thigh, one of the strands barely grazing her pussy.

"Answer me, Cassidy."

"N-no, Mistress."

"It means I get bored and wonder what I should do with myself when you're away from the house all day. So…" Mistress peeled off her jacket and then unhooked her bra. She let both fall to the floor, smiling when Cassidy's eyes were glued to her tits. It'll get better, baby. Believe me. She shimmied out of her bikini bottoms, exaggerating the shake of her tits for Cassidy's enjoyment.

Naked, Mistress climbed on the bed and faced her sub. Her lover. Her wife.

"Since you thought it was a good idea for me not to be busy all the time, you're going to watch what I wanted to do to myself. Idle hands and all that," Mistress muttered as she picked up a good-sized dildo.

Cass nearly moaned at the thought. Her pussy contracted just imagining watching Mistress pleasure herself. She squeezed her thighs together for a tiny bit of relief, but it didn't work. Cass hissed with pleasurable pain when Mistress's whip slashed across her covered tits.

Mistress reached over and opened Cassidy's shirt to see those beautiful, small breasts. She wanted to know how the bite of her flog affected Cassidy. Mistress wasn't disappointed when she was greeted with taut nipples.

"Do you know why I whipped you, Cassidy?"

"No, Mistress," Cass breathed. Had Mistress said something Cass missed because she was staring at her tits?

"Because you were squeezing your thighs together. Did I tell you you could have pleasure yet?"

"No, Mistress."

"Spread your legs further apart, Cassidy."

Cass obeyed, trying so hard to keep her hips from moving. She was so fucking wet she could feel it dripping down her legs, and Mistress hadn't even started. Cass all but gasped when Mistress laid down. It wasn't the view Cass expected. Instead of the sight of Mistress's legs wide open in front of her, Mistress lay with her head near Cass. No, not just ‘near.' Mistress had positioned herself in a way Cass wasn't used to.

Mistress and Cass — and Rebecca and Cass — have made love, had sex, fucked in many different places and many different positions. The one position Cass had never had the pleasure of was the one happening right now. Cass almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Mistress's tongue on her clit. Holy fuck! Is this really happening?

Mistress glided the dildo across her clit and through her wetness as she tasted Cassidy. "Mmm," she hummed as she sampled Cassidy's soaking sex, sucking Cassidy's clit into her mouth. She tastes so good. When Cassidy's hips bucked, Mistress flattened her tongue, allowing Cassidy to ride it.

Cass wanted to come. She needed to come. Feeling Mistress suck her, her hot tongue tasting her, was so fucking erotic that Cass struggled to last for more than two minutes. She didn't want to come yet. She wanted this to last forever. And she wanted to watch Mistress fucking herself as she came.

As though Mistress was listening to Cassidy's thoughts, she slipped the dildo inside her, her hips lifting off the bed to take it all inside. Cassidy's moaning filled her ears, her taste filled her mouth, and the dildo filled her pussy. Every sensation was rapidly bringing Mistress to climax. Then Cassidy bent slightly, granting Mistress better access to what she wanted most. She thrust her tongue inside Cassidy's dripping sex, fucking her as she fucked herself.

"Jesus fuck!" Cass gasped. Her arms strained against the cuffs, and her hips bucked as Mistress's tongue fucked her. Mistress's chin rubbed against her clit, and Cass knew she wouldn't last much longer. She watched the dildo plunging in and out of Mistress's pussy. Mistress's legs were bent, heels digging into the mattress as her movements became more frantic. Cass knew Mistress was close, too.

"May I come?" Cass panted. "Please, Mistress!"

Mistress reached her free hand back and squeezed Cassidy's ass cheek, her nails digging in as she latched on to Cassidy's clit again. She heard Cassidy's plea and the raggedness of her breath. On the verge of orgasm herself, Mistress patted Cassidy's ass, giving her permission as she moaned against her clit.

The vibration of that moan set Cass off. "Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!" Fucking hell! Cass's entire body shuddered against Mistress's face, yet Mistress didn't let up. Cass was about to beg her to stop when Mistress suddenly cried out.

Mistress pulled the dildo out, allowing her orgasm to erupt from deep within her. "Cassidy!"

"Yes, baby!" Cass heaved, forgetting their roles — hell, forgetting her own name after that fucking orgasm! She pulled against the restraints. Part of her — specifically her clit currently being fanned by Mistress's heavy breathing — didn't want to leave this position. Yet, it was the sight of Mistress's orgasm erupting just out of her reach that fueled Cass's desire to be released from her bonds and dive in.

Mistress, however, lay there for a full minute, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath. Having Cassidy come in her mouth was a potent aphrodisiac, and she fought her own internal war to cancel the plans they had and go for more. When Mistress heard the jingle of the cuffs she had put Cassidy in, she carefully — and reluctantly —scooted out from beneath her. Seriously, if she allowed herself to, she could have stayed there forever. Instead, she stood on the bed, wiped her mouth with a grin, and pushed her ample breasts into Cassidy's face as she unbuckled the cuffs.

Cass immediately took hold of a nipple and sucked it hard, whimpering when it was taken away from her. Then Mistress kissed her. Cass tasted herself on Mistress's tongue, and the actions from before came flooding back to her. Cass wrapped her arms around Mistress — Rebecca — crushing their bodies together. In that kiss, there was love and passion. And a gratitude Cass felt after every time Rebecca shared her passion. After every time Mistress shared her more provocative side. God, she loved each and every side of this woman, and Cass would spend the rest of her life showing it.