The next morning, Eric insisted on serving me breakfast in bed. He made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. He’d even picked a purple wild flower from the backyard and placed it on the tray.
‘I couldn’t find a bud vase,’ Eric said. ‘Guess that’s one thing neither of us had.’
I sat up so he could place the tray over my legs. ‘You know I’m not used to eating this much for breakfast, if I eat it at all.’
Eric shook his finger. ‘Naughty girl.’
I raked my front teeth over my bottom lip. ‘I like being naughty.’
‘Stop teasing me,’ Eric said.
‘I’m not teasing.’
The tray ended up on the floor and Eric ended up in the bed. An hour later, we were both famished so we ate the cold breakfast, feeding each other forkfuls of scrambled eggs and bacon.
Eric jumped in the shower and I called Jackie. As soon as I said proposed she screamed in my ear and I had to hold the phone away.
‘Details, details! I want all of the details and don’t leave any out.’
I told her about grilling burgers and the wineglass charm.
‘That’s so romantic,’ Jackie said. ‘Snap a photo of the ring and send it to me.’
‘Will do.’
‘So, how’s the unpacking going?’
‘Slowly. I decided I didn’t need my kitchen stuff. Eric had already put his in the cabinets and drawers and we don’t need two of everything. Rather than keep it, I thought I’d donate to charity, but I wanted to check with you first. Do you want it?’
‘I definitely don’t need it, but you have really nice things. I could store them in the basement for Lucy so she has them when she moves out.’
‘Great. I’ll have Eric put them in my car and drop them off next week.’
I got off the phone with Jackie and sent her a photo of my ring.
She texted back in seconds. WOW! Gorgeous.
Eric walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. ‘Your turn.’
After showering, Eric and I spent the day unpacking. The photo frame Jackie had given me looked great on top of my dresser. I was putting lingerie into a drawer when Eric walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
‘Stop it. I’m almost done. This is my last box.’ I placed the lacy bra into the drawer.
‘If you get breast implants you’ll have to buy bigger bras,’ Eric said.
‘True.’
‘I’ll buy them for you.’
I turned around. ‘I can afford new bras.’
Eric brushed the hair off my face. ‘Oh, I know you can, but I’d like helping you pick them out.’
‘You would?’ I was surprised. No guy I knew liked shopping let alone bra shopping. But then Eric was no ordinary guy.
‘Yes. I’d enjoy lingerie shopping with you.’
I threw my arms around his neck and we kissed and ended up in bed.
Later that night, I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror trying to imagine myself with breasts twice the size of the 36B ones I had now. Eric had found a surgeon in the area and surprised me by making an appointment for the following week. ‘I want you in the best hands,’ he’d said.
I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. Eric turned to me. ‘So, what kind of wedding do you want? Big? Small?’
‘Definitely small. Maybe we could do a destination wedding. Like Jamaica or something.’
‘Or we could just go to the courthouse,’ Eric said nonchalantly.
‘True.’
‘Let’s get married at the courthouse. Next week.’ He sounded definite.
I lifted my head from his chest so I could look at him. ‘Next week? What’s the rush?’
He kissed my nose. ‘Because I love you and I want you to be my wife.’
‘Well, we can’t next weekend. It’s my high school reunion, remember?’
‘Oh. I forgot. How about the week after?’
My entire body tingled. I was flattered Eric was in such a hurry to marry me. I’d never met anyone who adored me as much as he did. The constant gifts and over the top attention were a bit much at times, but I realized how much I’d come to need his love and adoration. If getting married at the courthouse made him happy then that’s what we’d do. I never wanted to please any man as much as I wanted to please him.
We started kissing and within seconds we were both naked under the sheet. ‘Do you have any sexual fantasies?’ Eric asked.
I managed to say ‘no’ as Eric devoured every inch of my body.
‘I’d like to tie your wrists to the bed,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘Would you let me?’
‘I’ve never been bound before,’ I managed to answer in between moans.
‘Don’t move. I’ll be right back.’
Eric returned with two silk ties and held them up.
‘I won’t tie them tight.’
I nodded, wanting him to pick up where he’d left off. He lightly tied my wrists to the spindles on his oak headboard and lit a candle he’d conveniently found in the nightstand drawer. The flame flickered, casting just enough light that I could clearly see him as he stood next to the bed staring at me. I wasn’t sure I liked being restrained, but he seemed to enjoy it. His eyes pierced mine and he coyly smiled, touching his hardness.
I lifted my torso, beckoning him to join me. He held off until I thought I’d go insane. Then he covered every inch of my body with his mouth. His tongue flickered in all the right places. He entered me gently, slowly at first, then faster. He pulled out, teasing me. I moaned and begged him to continue. I pulled against the restraints, wanting to throw my arms around his neck.
‘Relax, my love,’ he whispered as he took me to heaven and back twice.
He untied the wrist restraints and kissed each of my wrists. ‘See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?’
‘No,’ I whispered, laying my head on his chest. ‘It wasn’t too bad.’
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon. I found Eric in the kitchen making breakfast again.
He turned around. ‘I was hoping to serve you breakfast in bed again.’
I smiled and poured a cup of coffee.
He walked over and kissed me. ‘Thanks for last night.’
‘Uh, yeah, about that. Where did that come from?’
Eric shrugged. ‘Guess it’s always been a fantasy of mine. Did you like it?’
‘It was okay. I didn’t like not being able to put my arms around you but I loved everything else.’
He returned to the stove to stir the scrambled eggs. ‘I like that you want to make me happy, that you’re willing to compromise. You’re malleable.’
I sipped my coffee. ‘Malleable? What’s that mean?’
‘You know, open to trying new things. It shows how much you love me that you’re willing to please me by doing something I think is hot even if it doesn’t turn you on.’
I wondered if he had other fantasies, if there were other things he wanted to do to me. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any man. And I was willing to do what he wanted me to do in exchange for the ecstasy he provided. I belonged to him. He was in control.