Nevertheless, he was unable to focus on his work that day. He kept squirming on his seat and took a trip to the water fountain – and then to the men's room – far more often than he needed to. He made stupid typos as he wrote and almost sent wrong e-mails to the customers. He couldn't stop thinking about his married co-workers and wondering how often their wives treated them. At the very least, he supposed he was better off than Gilbert whose scary Belarusian wife he'd met at party once.
The day dragged on forever, and yet he never wanted it to end. When he arrived home, there was light in the windows of their apartment, so he knew Belle was already there. He kept hoping that the elevator would get stuck on its way to the seventh floor, but of course no such thing happened. In a matter of moments, he was digging for his keys and then pulled open the door.
“You're a little early,” Belle called out at him from the kitchen.
“The damn underground was running on schedule for once,” he replied, putting away his briefcase and jacket.
“Don't grumble.” She came to greet him with a swift kiss on his cheek, took his hands and led him to the kitchen. “I know it was your turn to make dinner, but you'll probably be too tired when we're done, so I made some soup. I'll put it in the fridge, and we can eat it later.”
Lovino made an unintelligible sound at the back of his throat. “Belle, listen. I had a pretty rough day at work. Can't we do this some other time?”
“No, I'm sorry. I think it's high time we take this step. The fact that you're being so reluctant just proves how much you need this.” Belle poured the soup into a plastic container and moved all the dirty dishes into the sink. She didn't stop working even for a moment, and yet Lovino couldn't shake off the feeling that she was watching his every move.
When she was done, she took off her apron and hung it over one of the chairs. “I want you to take off your clothes and get into the bathroom. I'll be there in a minute, and you need to be ready then.”
“But –”
“No whining,” she said and gave his butt a playful slap as she passed him on her way to their bedroom.
Lovino sighed and walked into the bathroom. Maybe if he went along with it without a fuss, it would be over soon. His hands trembled as he began to undress, first taking off his socks, then his tie. For once in his life, he folded every piece of clothing neatly and placed them on the counter before the mirror in a futile effort to prolong the inevitable.
He was still wearing his shirt and boxers when Belle arrived. She was dressed in an old, loose T-shirt and shorts, probably so that she wouldn't get any of her better clothes dirty or wet. There was a bucket in her hands, and as she placed it on the toilet seat, Lovino could get a good look at its contents. His stomach turned at the sight of the enema bag, the tube and the nozzle, the box of soap and the bottle of lubricant.
“I thought you'd be undressed by now,” Belle said. She shook her head at him and came over to unbutton his shirt with swift movements of her fingers. She tore it off him and then yanked down his boxers, causing him to release a startled yelp and try to cover his privates.
“You're never this shy in bed,” she pointed out with a hint of amusement in her voice. “Get some towels from the closet and spread them on the floor while I get the water ready.”
Lovino discovered that he was happy to do that. Having some task to perform made him feel like he was an active participant in this, that this wasn't just being done to him against his will. It was a small comfort, but he clung to it with all the remaining shreds of his dignity.
He was soon done and watched with a growing sense of alarm how Belle added soap buds into the water and shook the bag to make them dissolve faster. He tried to appear as non-chalant as she was, but he couldn't stop wiggling his toes or brushing at his hair with his fingers. Every now and then, he realised he had forgotten to breathe and had to draw in large gulps of air.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-11 06:02 am (UTC)(link)The day dragged on forever, and yet he never wanted it to end. When he arrived home, there was light in the windows of their apartment, so he knew Belle was already there. He kept hoping that the elevator would get stuck on its way to the seventh floor, but of course no such thing happened. In a matter of moments, he was digging for his keys and then pulled open the door.
“You're a little early,” Belle called out at him from the kitchen.
“The damn underground was running on schedule for once,” he replied, putting away his briefcase and jacket.
“Don't grumble.” She came to greet him with a swift kiss on his cheek, took his hands and led him to the kitchen. “I know it was your turn to make dinner, but you'll probably be too tired when we're done, so I made some soup. I'll put it in the fridge, and we can eat it later.”
Lovino made an unintelligible sound at the back of his throat. “Belle, listen. I had a pretty rough day at work. Can't we do this some other time?”
“No, I'm sorry. I think it's high time we take this step. The fact that you're being so reluctant just proves how much you need this.” Belle poured the soup into a plastic container and moved all the dirty dishes into the sink. She didn't stop working even for a moment, and yet Lovino couldn't shake off the feeling that she was watching his every move.
When she was done, she took off her apron and hung it over one of the chairs. “I want you to take off your clothes and get into the bathroom. I'll be there in a minute, and you need to be ready then.”
“But –”
“No whining,” she said and gave his butt a playful slap as she passed him on her way to their bedroom.
Lovino sighed and walked into the bathroom. Maybe if he went along with it without a fuss, it would be over soon. His hands trembled as he began to undress, first taking off his socks, then his tie. For once in his life, he folded every piece of clothing neatly and placed them on the counter before the mirror in a futile effort to prolong the inevitable.
He was still wearing his shirt and boxers when Belle arrived. She was dressed in an old, loose T-shirt and shorts, probably so that she wouldn't get any of her better clothes dirty or wet. There was a bucket in her hands, and as she placed it on the toilet seat, Lovino could get a good look at its contents. His stomach turned at the sight of the enema bag, the tube and the nozzle, the box of soap and the bottle of lubricant.
“I thought you'd be undressed by now,” Belle said. She shook her head at him and came over to unbutton his shirt with swift movements of her fingers. She tore it off him and then yanked down his boxers, causing him to release a startled yelp and try to cover his privates.
“You're never this shy in bed,” she pointed out with a hint of amusement in her voice. “Get some towels from the closet and spread them on the floor while I get the water ready.”
Lovino discovered that he was happy to do that. Having some task to perform made him feel like he was an active participant in this, that this wasn't just being done to him against his will. It was a small comfort, but he clung to it with all the remaining shreds of his dignity.
He was soon done and watched with a growing sense of alarm how Belle added soap buds into the water and shook the bag to make them dissolve faster. He tried to appear as non-chalant as she was, but he couldn't stop wiggling his toes or brushing at his hair with his fingers. Every now and then, he realised he had forgotten to breathe and had to draw in large gulps of air.