Volkswagen

“That’s my good girl,” Jack moaned as Bridget knelt in front of him, taking all of him in her mouth. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her warm mouth on him. She felt his hand lift her chin so that her eyes met his.

“Up, Princess.” He said softly, helping her up with his hands. He turned her around and took in the view of her magnificent ass. Stepping toward her, he gave it a few smacks, watching it gently jiggle back and forth. A red hand print began to appear on her right ass cheek, and he smiled to himself. He gently shoved her down onto the bed, landing on all fours. Grabbing hold of her ponytail, he pulled her head back toward him. Bridget felt her body freeze. She suddenly had a pit in her stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

“Wait,” she muttered, tears beginning to well in her eyes. 

“No talking, Princess,” he said sternly, covering her mouth with his hand.

“VOLKSWAGEN!” She shouted through his fingers, as the tears overtook her. She collapsed on the bed in a heap of sobs. He dropped her ponytail immediately, surprised by what he had heard. She had used the safe word. She never used the safe word before. His mind raced as he tried to decide what to do next.

“Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He rubbed her back as she continued to sob into a pillow, gently lowering himself down next to her.

“Sorry, I don’t know what happened. I just had to stop,” she muttered, sniffing loudly into her pillow.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry, this is what safe words are for. No apology necessary.” He hugged her tightly. She lifted her head and rested it on his shoulder.

“Thanks for understanding. I think I just had a panic attack,” she muttered, still not fully understanding what just happened. Her breath hitching in her chest, she clung onto Jack like a life preserver in the ocean.

“How about we get some water and snacks, and we’ll watch a movie, and snuggle. Does that sound good?” He asked, knowing the importance of aftercare, especially when your partner uses the safe word. Now is the time to make her feel safe and secure.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.” She smiled up at him. She was thankful that he took the pressure off, ending the scene and suggesting snuggles. She hadn’t realized until just now, but there were some additional boundaries they were going to have to set.

Jack left the bedroom for a moment and returned with a sandwich and a big tumbler willed with ice water. He knew exactly what she wanted. They sat on the bed scrolling through movies, trying to decide what to watch.

“Fucking Robert is costing me a small fortune in therapy.” Bridget scoffed as she thought about how many sessions it would take for her and her therapist to unpack what had just happened.

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, scooting himself as close to her as possible. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as the movie started.