Jacey used the toilet then washed her hands, glancing at herself in the mirror. She was pale, her cheeks overly pronounced with dark circles marring the skin beneath her eyes.
There was a knock on the door. “Jacey?”
“Ready,” she called out.
Derrick opened the door, moving in to collect her up into his arms.
“You can’t keep carrying me everywhere, Derrick,” she told him, much as she enjoyed being in his arms.
He shrugged. “I can try.”
The covers on the bed had been thrown back and he tucked her in, pulling them back up and tuckering them around her.
“And what about when I need to go to the bathroom while you’re downstairs?”
He frowned, thinking. Then the lines on his face lightened and he stood up, striding from the room.
What was he up to?
When he returned he had something in his hands. Was that? No, it couldn’t be.
“A baby monitor? Are you serious?” She gaped at him.
“I’ve been doing up a nursery for Holly’s baby. Just got this the other day. I was thinking of how I could move my study up here, but that might disturb you. This is much better.”
“Derrick! You are not using a baby monitor to keep an eye on me.”
“Why not?”
He placed the monitor base on the nightstand and plugged it in. He held the receiver in his other hand.
“Ahh, maybe because I’m not a baby? What do you think I’m going to do? Cry when I want to go to the bathroom? Why don’t you just put a diaper on me and stick me in a crib?”
“Not my kink, love.”
She gaped at him, taking in his words.
“Just call out when you need something and I’ll here you downstairs.” He held up the receiver.
“Do you seriously think I’m going to…wait, what do you mean, not your kink? Do you seriously mean…?” Her face went bright red and she felt suddenly very naïve as he winked at her.
“To each his own,” he said. “And yes, I seriously expect you to call out if you need me. I don’t want you going to the bathroom alone while you’re still having dizzy spells.”
She glared up at him and he ran his finger over her cheek. “Disobey me on this and I will…” he trailed off.
“You’ll what?” she asked, curious. Spank her? Tie her to the bed? Instead of scaring her as the thought should, she felt her pussy get wet with excitement.
“Well, I’ll think of some punishment.”
Leaning down, he kissed her on the forehead. When he stood up, Jacey felt a stab of disappointment. Her lips tingled, wanting his touch.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll be back to check on you later. And call out for me if you need me.”
He left the room before she could reply. Jacey closed her eyes with a disgruntled sigh, wondering how she would ever sleep. In less than five minutes, she drifted off.
Derrick stood outside Jacey’s room, willing the erection pressing against his pants to die down. She was ill, for God’s sake. He had no business fantasizing about tying her to his bed, her arms and legs spread wide while he feasted on her pussy.
He certainly had no business nearly threatening to spank her. Was he trying to terrify her? Although she might be a submissive, she’d been scared by her ex and he needed to take this slow. He certainly didn’t need to be pushing her when she was ill.