Got dressed and call the scene an hour early.

I got dressed and brought out the clothes she’d been wearing earlier and was pleased when she got dressed in them. It was an order, but she had plenty of other options and the scene was over. It also would look a little strange to her husband, given that she had a closet full of other clothes…assuming he noticed. Men often didn’t.

As we finished up, we went into the living room, not the office she’d originally called me into and just sat down like old friends.

“So, what should I call you now?”

“You can call me Diamond, if I can call you Eli.”

“Deal.”

“So, why did you end the session early? I’m not going to believe you were out of stamina.”

“I thought it would be best if we talked.”

She looked disappointed at that. “What do you want to talk about?”

I gave her a confused look. “Diamond, you’re a beautiful woman--”

“Oh, god, this is some sort of weird break-up? Jesus, what did I do wrong? Or is it my husband? My kids? What is--”

“Be silent,” I ordered, which caused her to freeze, more at the phrasing than the content. “That was a preface to me explaining there was only one thing I could possibly want to talk about. Only one thing that would make me get dressed and talk to you when I could have you on your back, in bed pinned beneath me and giving us both what we want.”

She shuddered at that. “What would that one thing be, Mr--Eli?”

“Asking when we can play again, Diamond.”

“Oh…” she leaned back, and covered her face for a moment. “That was embarrassing. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“No, I don’t think I will. But I won’t tell anyone else about it. Or anything else that happened here. Believe me.”

”I do,” she smirked. “And there’s always the NDA.”

“True. So, I work all week, without much time off.”

“Same. Next weekend is good for me,” she tried to hide her eagerness.

“Good. Now, tell me, do you want to go with this sort of session, or something else?”

She licked her lips. “I’m not entirely sure. I…”

“Tell me.”

“This was fun, but I’d never done anything like it before. I don’t know…I don’t know what I want.”

“Do you know what you don’t want?”

“To be only a mommy and wife.”

I cocked my head. “Asa could have only given you my contact information yesterday. Why did you call me so fast?”

She paused, and asked if I wanted a glass of wine. I said sure, and she took the time to get one for me, serving me in a way she definitely wouldn’t have before, which brought a smile and a mouthed, ‘Good girl,’ to my lips which made her smile in turn, though it was a little sad.

“My relationship has been open for a while and its been fine. Sure, Andre used to cheat, but not after we reached this little agreement. A little swinging with other couples like us and Andre can go get his dick wet without bothering me every time he gets horny. But Asa…no offense to her, but this ‘kept girlfriend’ is a new thing. He’s been obsessed with her, while I’m just his wife. And so I decided to try something new too.”

“For ****?”

She paused, considering.

“You can tell me. NDA, remember?” I said with a smirk.

She smiled, “Not ****, just wanted to see if someone was still interested.”

“Well, that’s a resounding yes. But you aren’t sure what you want…okay. Here’s my thought, Diamond. Once a day, whenever you get horny, I’d like you to write up whatever your fantasizing and send it to me,” I gave her my email address. “You can get yourself a burner email account for privacy.

“Just any fantasy?”

“Any fantasy. Don’t feel you have to be creative. There’s billions of people out there, no ones fantasies are unique. The only question is whether it is something that makes you horny and that you might want to explore.”

“And then we’ll do one that weekend?” her hand shook a little as she downed half the glass in a single swallow.

“Depends on the fantasy and our time. Maybe we’ll do them all, but I’ll choose one to definitely do. And you can choose whether we do it here, at my place, or a third location.”

She nodded.

“And, of course, I’ll leave security to you.”

She laughed at that.

“So, we have a plan?”

I wanted to push, I really did, but I also wanted to see her again and she was paranoid and skittish. I held myself back and celebrated internally as she nodded.

“Please, give me your essay, I’d like to keep it.”

She gave me a look, torn, it was handwritten, and had her DNA on it, in various ways, and her name on it. It was an extremely damaging document, but her hand shook as she picked it up and passed it to me.

As she showed me out, I paused at the door, then turned and handed it back to her. She stared at me in confusion. “I thought you wanted this?”

“No, I wanted you to give it to me. And now I want you to keep it for me. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” her eyes flashed, “Mr. Cain,” and the phone in my pocket buzzed.

“Good girl,” she shuddered and kissed me, before almost shoving me out the door.

AN: Okay, this scene got a bit away from me, but the general pattern here is going to continue for a while, with sex scenes mostly being contained outside Arkham, until Eli can gain more control inside the asylum.

ETA: And...again, I hit publish not save draft. Argh. No update until Saturday...