“This way, love,” his voice was softer now as he took my
right hand and set it into the crook of his left elbow. He led me through the
dining room, my feet remembering the hardwood and the area rug, and toward the
back of the house. It was an old Victorian that had been split into apartments
so the bedrooms were at the back down a long hallway. It was wide enough for us
to walk side by side, and I trailed my left hand along the wall as we walked. The
paint was rough on the old walls under my hand, and I counted close to 20 steps
past the kitchen before we stopped. He placed my hand on the doorknob and let
go, but he stayed near.
“The closet is on the wall to your right, bed straight
ahead, dresser and desk to the left, and there’s a bathroom on the far wall,”
he informed me. A bathroom, I thought, unusual to have a suite style room in a house like this. I hadn’t
seen his room and knew nothing about it. Evidently I wasn’t going to see it, at
least not yet. He turned the doorknob using my hand and opened it into the
room.
“I’ll watch as you explore with your hands, to make sure
you’re okay,” he assured me. And I bet you won’t enjoy it a bit, I
thought to myself happily, but held my tongue.
I groped toward him with my hand and he took it. I lifted it
to my lips and kissed it formally.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, and let his hand go.
I had kept my left hand on the doorframe for reference and I
started there. I heard him take a step into the room and shut the door behind
him. He moved off to my right and with a creak and a rustle I assumed he had
climbed onto the bed to begin his supervision. He said nothing.
I kept my left hand trailing on the wall and bent my right
arm in front of my body, a position meant to let my arm find a large object
instead of my head. It didn’t take long for me to locate a large dresser. It
was wooden and felt heavy, oak, perhaps. The drawers on the front had large
metal pulls that hung down. On the top I found a row of books, neatly held by
solid feeling bookends. In front of those were some loose small objects that I
didn’t take the time to identify right now. I continued my mapping of the room.
Past the huge dresser my hands next found a leather desk
chair, and reaching forward I found a desk covered in papers. I located the
smooth aluminum of a laptop and smiling I traced the plastic apple on the top
of the closed lid. Behind that were plastic sorting bins of assorted papers
stacked four high, and to the right of those was a ceramic mug holding pens and
pencils. I established where the corner of the desk was and continued my
exploration. I hadn’t knocked anything over yet and I considered that a
blessing.
I could feel him watching me and I felt a little
self-conscious. Next I felt another doorframe and figured this was the
bathroom. I stepped in quickly to begin to create a picture of the space. There
was a glass door to the left, probably the tub and shower, I found a window
straight ahead, just to the right my hand rested on the top of the toilet, and
continuing I found the sink. I reached up and felt a mirror and just to the
right a small towel rack with two towels. I didn’t linger, eager to be back
near him.
Stepping out of the bathroom, the next thing on my left was
a window quickly followed by a small nightstand with nothing on it. My hands
found the bed. And it was a tall one; I’d likely have to climb up on it to get
in. I reached onto the bed hoping to find Brian, and stopped to listen closely.
I could hear him breathing deep breaths, but a little faster than someone who
was merely reclining on a bed. I smiled and kept going, hoping he was enjoying
watching as much I was relishing this exploration of his personal space.
And the end of the bed was a heavy footboard with large
wooden bedposts. It felt big and bulky so it must match the huge dresser. I
worked my way around the bed to the other side, again hoping to find Brian, but
damn him he’d rolled to the other side of the bed just out of my reach again.
This time I heard a soft chuckle but he said nothing. Good thing he was
enjoying my frustration. I sighed lightly and kept going.
There was another nightstand, this one with an alarm clock,
a lamp, and a dish of small objects. Past the nightstand was a second window,
then the closed sliding doors of the closet. I’d made it all the way around the
room and stopped in front of the bedroom door to wait.
“Come to me, love,” his voice was grainy but firm.
With no further direction from him I made my choice. I
extended my hand hoping to find the bedpost. I thought I’d guessed right at the
distance, and in fact I had. I used it to help me locate the rest of the bed
and I climbed up on it from the near side where the nightstand with the clock
was. I crawled until I found his
reclining body and kept going until I’d climbed on top of him straddling his
hips. I leaned forward and he met me with his mouth, his arms pulled me down to
rest my weight on him, his mouth hot and urgent. I matched him in my need. I’d
completed a challenge and now I wanted my reward. It seemed to be forth coming.
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