As always, thanks for the great feedback, comments and messages. Hopefully everyone likes this chapter. I wasn't sure if I wanted to end this chapter the way I did but ultimately when I was writing and got to the end, it just felt like it fit within the broader story so I went with it. Hopefully it works for most of you.
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That last week without Carly was a very long wait. I had girls that I could have passed the time with, but I really wanted was to make sure Carly felt at home for whatever time we spent in my little condo. I cleaned out room in the closet and drawers to make sure she had space. My bathroom was quite tiny, after all, it's a relatively affordable condo on the island so it's not winning any awards for spaciousness. I had to buy a couple new shelves to install just so there's be enough space for everything. I did find time at work to fuck Daphne on several occasions. Like a good little slut, she's obeyed my commands so I was able to finger her or tease her nipples whenever I wanted. I worked her up all day then plowed her after everyone left the office at night. If you have to work late, it's a helluva way to do it.
Most days I ended up having lunch with Hideo, trying to learn as much about Chinese culture as I could. He was a lot of help in educating me to the male side of the equation and Sherry helped me each night try to understand her father specifically. I felt like I was cramming for a test in a class I'd never been to. Something I'd only done once in college (with middling success). Nevertheless, by the end of the week, my balls had been drained and my brain filled making it feel like a very productive five days. My building's super let us use a little bit of extra storage space in the basement and she had movers putting her stuff there over the weekend while she and I went back to Orlando to visit the family.
Carly was, not surprisingly, a bundle of nerves. She drove her car down from Boston and picked me up at my condo. I realized that was another thing that was going to be a problem. Long term parking in NYC is pretty fucking expensive. As I climbed into what was now, sort of, "our car, I looked over at her, marveling again at her classy beauty. She was wearing a tight fitting white sweater dress with all the buttons undone to show ample cleavage. She had stockings on and the dress was just short enough to show the garter belt holding them up. What made me happiest was that she was wearing her leather "SLUT" collar we'd gotten in Orlando, though.
"You wore that the whole way down here?"I asked as I reached up to stroke the soft collar.
She nodded, "Yes, Master. I wanted to feel owned the whole way down," she said as she smiled. Her eyes got a far away look, "I bet you can imagine how wet I was when I had to stop to pump gas in Bridgeport."
I smiled, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there to... you know... pump you."
She groaned at my bad pun, "I already know you're going to be a good father, Master. You don't have to start the dad jokes already."
I feigned wounded pride, "Hey. That's my best material. The bad Dad joke is pretty much all I've got."
"Oh, you've got MUCH more than that, Master. Much... much more," she said.
"Are you nervous?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Very. I really need this weekend to go well," her voice sounded desperate. Imploring reality to bend to her need.
"Can I ask, Carly? What if it doesn't? What if he hates me?"
"He won't hate you. My dad is many things but stupid is not one and only an idiot would hate you, Jay. He might put his foot down and say he's not allowing it, though."
"Okay... and what if he does?"
"I... I... I don't know, Master. I'm having the baby and I'm not leaving you. But it would gut me if... if..." she started to cry. I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently, "I don't want our kid to grow up not knowing two of their grandparents. You know?"
I nodded, "I get it. I'd be conflicted too. We'll get through it, I promise. You and I Carly."
She smiled, "And all the other women."
I nodded, "But you and I first. All the other women mean nothing to me, you know."
"That's not what I heard," she said, teasing me.
"Okay... fine... You and me and Kyrsten... then everyone else," I told her.
"So you love her too? Like you love me?" I couldn't honestly tell what the right answer was in that moment. I froze, unsure what to say. My girlfriend, lover, mother of my child and love of my life was asking if I loved someone else as much as I loved her. I decided that the truth was the only way to go.
"Not quite. Not yet. But... but Carly. I think I might someday," I told her and squeezed her knee.
She smiled a warm, genuine smile and breathed out a breath that neither of us probably realized she was holding, "Perfect, Master. You have so much good and love in you. I don't want to keep that from the world. Love me with as much love as you can. And love other women too. And tell me about it. You falling in love with Kyrsten is sweet and romantic and better than any movie or TV show or book and I want to know about it. Okay?"
"Okay..." I said with that uneasy tone I always took whenever a conversation was weird and alien to me.
"Trust me, Jay. This is how I'm wired. I need to know that my Master is pleased in every conceivable way. That means letting you fall in love as freely as breathing when you meet the right girls."
"You're amazing, babe."
"I know," she said with a grin. "So tell me about your all the other sluts in your life. Any others that are girlfriend and someday lover material?"
"Maybe. I'm not really sure, honestly."
"What about my sister?"
"Oh definitely not," I said quickly.
"What? Why? Have you seen her? She's sex on wheels?"
"I know," I said, "And there's nothing wrong with her. I'll definitely keep fucking her even if she goes long term with Hideo."
"You're really going to do it, aren't you? Like even if they get married you're going to cuck her little Asian husband?" she asked and I nodded, "That so fucking hot. And will you... will you breed her too?"
