Twenty Years Ago Now I Became His Sweet Pea

I'll tell this more as a reminder that sex is not always about dominance, but sometimes about connecting. I was a young woman then, a tax clerk in a tax firm. I was in the kitchen when I cut my hand severely cutting apart a bagel. I screamed and yelled at the blood, holding my hand out for anyone to see I was injured. The first to respond was the office manager who danced around saying Oh my God, Oh my God,, but did nothing. The Partner, head of our office, came in said nothing. Took me by my shoulders to the sink and put my hand under the faucet to wash away the blood. He looked at the wound and told me I would be ok, then pressed his handkerchief, folded three ways, I counted, on my wound to staunch the bleeding. He used packing tape to hold the 'bandage' on and took me to the emergency room.

The nurse there, examined the wound and told me I was lucky. pressing a new bandage on she said the doctor would be there shortly, in the meantime my 'Dad' could help me fill out some paperwork. All the nosy questions, height, weight, age, menstruating, pregnant. He asked each question clinically. When he was finished, knowing everything about me, I added my bra size and panty size, in case he wanted to buy me underwear. I was shocked I had said that, he smiled and said he would gladly buy my underwear.

I got eight stitches, and a heavy bandage. The nurse asked my 'Dad' to watch carefully so he could change my bandages. We left after four hours, it was past office hours snd he didn't want me driving. He took me home and asked if I needed help getting out of my clothes, and I asked him if he was going to make love to me. Without a word he undressed me until I stood naked except for my bandage. He laid me on my back and ran his fingers down from my chin between my breasts, until he put his fingers on my clitoris, and my legs closed tightly. 'How old are you?'. I said 21, and he said I was legal tender.

In all my life, not before and not after, I have never been so close to another human being. I would swear later that I felt him in my throat, I clung to him as he 'made me his'. My life changed forever, he bought me tons of lingerie and lots of other things. His method was always the same, by the time he finished with me I was his all over again. I worked there for another year before wedding bells happened. My wound healed perfectly, and I can barely see the scar to remind me. Every birthday, or Christmas I get a box of underwear, even if I've outgrown those frilly things I wore that first day he undressed me.