She's Mine

Chapter 2: Serena

"How's your wife doing? I haven't seen her in your stream in a bit," Serena asks, feeling awkward. She always hates this moment during her Sunday Delight sessions, but she can not help but be curious about the woman who completely has November's heart and soul. Their kind of dedication to each other that allows for them both to have relationships outside their marriage was...different. Serena had a morbid curiosity about their polyamorous relationship and November's was the first one that seemed to be going well. They loved each other. There was no doubt about that and in some ways they were often still territorial with each other. They had certain rules when it came to casual hook-ups:

#1 Casual hook-ups always use protection.

#2 They needed to keep in contact with each other to let the other know they were alright while hooking up.

# 3 They talked or texted the whole way home to ensure the other is traveling safely home in a timely manner.

#4 Casual hook-ups never had them all night or day. Only a few hours at a time.

Then there were the rules for the boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that involved commitment:

#1 The other partner needed to meet and approve of the partner.

#2 The main partner was always priority number one.

#3 Secondary relationships only had 24 hours in a row with the partner.

#4 No children with the secondary partner.

#5 The main partner can terminate the secondary relationship if they feel the secondary partner has overstepped boundaries or is a toxic relationship for the other partner.

Serena rubbed her hand across November's chest awaiting his answer, nervously fidgeting her fingers. November lets out a groan and pulls a face, "Not so good she. She is broken up with her boyfriend, at least she thinks they broke up..."

"What happened?" Serena asked as she looked up in time to catch November stroking his greying beard thoughtfully.

"Well, he hasn't responded to any of her messages that last two weeks. He's officially ghosted her... We think. So, naturally, she has been upset. That's why I had to cancel the last two Sundays on you." He said gently as he looked down at Serena and smiled gently. "I appreciate you being so understanding with it, baby girl."

Serena returned the smile but felt a stab of guilt at his words. To November she had been understanding when he said he couldn't meet up, but in reality she had been hurt and angry, but she had not expressed it to him. Knowing that if she had, he might have let her go from their Sunday Delight. As selfish as it was, she needed the Sundays. It filled a gap in her life that had been missing for a few years. Serena hadn't trusted a Dom in a long time, not since her last Dom had hurt her and ignored her safe word. Which broke her trust in him and other Dom's. November was the first Dom she had let into her life and she was growing quite attached to him. So much so that she wanted to be his girlfriend. But being November's girlfriend was a complex process she realized. First he had to feel something other than lust, then he would date, then introductions to his wife would be made, and they would both have a talk about if she could be the girlfriend. So far, Serena hadn't made it to a date phase. It was all a few hours in the bedroom and then November would go home. After each time, Serena was left feeling emptier and discouraged. Serena took a steadying breath before saying, "Oh, well, tell her I said she deserves better than someone ghosting her. That she deserves better than some prick."

"Damn right, she does." November said firmly, his hands still straightening his beard. He always did this when he was deep in thought. Serena rubs her wrist a bit, another way for her to fidget without drawing attention to the fact she was uncomfortable with the conversation. November's eyes followed her hands, and he moved to rub her wrist himself. "Was it too tight there?" he asked gently, referencing how tight he had bound her hands with the silk rope.

"No, just habit," Serena said softly, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her wrists. Allowing herself to believe for a moment that he cared about her. A light goes off by the bedside table, causing November to look over at his phone. He stops rubbing her wrist and reaches for his phone. Serena saw it was a message from his wife, and she looked down at his tattooed chest, tracing the lines. She did it so she would not be tempted to look at their private conversation. November types a quick text message back to her, his expression neutral. Serena slides out of bed and goes to the master bathroom to start their shower. She adjusts the temperature to warm for November. He can't take the super hot, dragon water like Serena can. Once the temperature was adjusted, she turned back toward the bedroom and leaned against the door frame to see November putting his pants back on. She felt a tinge of disappointment at the fact he was getting dressed without saying anything to her.

"No shower today?" She asked, trying to keep her voice casual. She crossed her arms in what she hoped was a nonchalant way.

"Nah, since we finished up early I am going to grab food and bring it home to wifey." He pulled on a heavy, black boot on and then the next one without looking at her. His mind obviously was a one-track mind at that moment and that track was leading him back to his wife and away from her.

"That sounds good..." She paused, debating whether to bring up what had been on her mind the last few weeks. "Nov... How are you feeling... about us..." She asked hesitantly, watching his body to see if his body language matched his words. Serena was usually a good reader of people, but November was hard to read sometimes, as he was often guarded.

"Same as always, you're my favorite product tester," he says as he grins cockily at her while packing up his bag with his mask and ropes. He zipped it up and placed the bag on the bed before looking around the room for any of his other toys he might have left out.

"So, still casual then?" Serena says flatly, her dissatisfaction seeping in her words. November pauses as he hears the tone and moves towards her on the door frame, his hands snaking around her waist and back, as he towered over her, his eyes meeting her gaze. His warm brown eyes met hers, and she looked down feeling embarrassed she had even brought it up.

"Hey," he took one of his hands, tilting her chin up to look at her properly, more directly. "You know how I do things. I keep it casual until I start to feel something. I don't force relationships, I let them happen naturally," he said gently. His eyes were not unkind.

His words were everything he had always told her. He was being honest with her and Serena felt guilty for even asking. November had never lied to her and never pretended anything to keep her around. She knew it was casual, but she couldn't help feeling as if she wanted more with November. Though what that looked like, she didn't know. She had never even entertained the idea of sleeping with a man who was Poly, never mind dating a man who was Poly. This was all new and uncharted situations for her. But what Serena did know was she didn't want to stop being with November.

"I know," she said softly. She kissed his lips and went back to the bathroom to adjust the temperature to her preferred scalding dragon water since November wouldn't be joining her. The steam began to rise as she stepped into the comforting stream of water as the steam began to rise and fog the bathroom up. She heard November's boots on the tile as she lathered herself up with soap. November pulled the curtains back slightly and let his eyes roam her naked soapy body. The shiny effect of the combination soap and water on her body drew his eyes to her curvy hips and breasts as he released a "mmmm" sound. He brought his eyes to hers and his face fell a bit with her expression. "Baby girl, you okay?" he asked, using his nickname for her.

She put on her mask and smiled back at him. "I'm fine, just a little sore... gee I wonder why…" She makes a fake-thinking face pretending to be confused before smiling once more and leaning towards him. "See you next Sunday?" She felt the water run down her breasts.

November's playful grin appears on his face as he replies, "Abso-f*****g-lutely. I have been working on a new product... Want to help me test it?" His grin becomes almost demonic.

"Always." She kisses him one more time. This time, November pushes his tongue in and turns the kiss from sweet to pornographic, attacking her mouth in the same way he had attacked her p***y before he tied her with the silk ties. A moan escaped her as he deepened the kiss, and she felt herself become horny once more, wanting to pull him into the shower and have him bend her over under the water... But he had to go. She knew that, so she refrained. "Tell Wifey I said Hi." She smiled as she broke away.

November closed the shower curtain on her as he said, "Will do, Baby Girl. See you around." A few minutes later Serena heard the front door closed and knew he was gone. She felt empty as she closed her eyes and shoved her face under the hot water, allowing it to soothe her like a warm hug. She always felt this way when he left on Sundays, but she knew if she pushed him too hard into dating her he would stop seeing her. Which was the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to go out in public with him, wanted to go on a date and be anywhere other than her bedroom. He always said when he feels something that is when he dates, but maybe it was time to face facts, maybe a casual, fun time was all she would ever have with November. He had never really shown her that he cared for her more, and maybe she needed to take that at face value.

Serena turned the shower off and dressed quickly in a flowy black summer dress that had a plunging neckline and two hip-length slits. She ran a brush through her wet hair and grabbed the keys to her 1970s K10 Chevy Silverado short bed. She climbed into the cab of the truck and let the engine roar to life. There was something about a classic truck engine that had always been soothing, probably because it reminded her of her dad who had owned a 1980s truck almost her whole life. She loved riding in it when it was his custody time with her, and he had had it until she was a teenager. Serena drove to the downtown city intending to go to the park and indulge in her favorite Sunday after s*x activity, sweet treats and watching street performers.

Today she parked on the street and walked to a local ice cream spot and got herself a brownie and peanut butter sundae. She considered this particular treat, her emergency feel better pick me up. It always hit the spot just right, combining her two favorite flavors, chocolate and peanut butter. She walked to the park and let her feet take her to her favorite spot at the water fountain in the center of the park. It was a calm area covered in flowering trees and butterfly gardens, and it had wide pathways for park strollers. This was the Hub of street performers, at least her hub. She always enjoyed not only the calm location but the performers who chose this spot to perform away from the car pollution of the sidewalks of the city. Serena sat on the low fountain wall and felt the light mist coming off the fountain as she took small measured bites of her sundae, savoring each burst of flavor of her tongue.

She allowed her eyes to roam over the different performers available today. One was a middle-aged gentleman performing magic tricks for a group of children. An older gentleman was stringing melodies on his guitar as he walked the pathways. Lastly, a gentleman dressed up in casual business attire was playing a violin. Its strings playing a sorrowful tune. This tune spoke to what was currently going on in her heart. She focused on the violinist she had seen almost every Sunday. Around this time, he was very handsome with his tan skin, soulful brown eyes and his black hair was short and well-kept. His upper body moved with the music and sometimes his eyes closed as he played. As if he was feeling the music, or the music had become a part of his body. She wasn't sure what was happening when he moved like that, but she liked it.

Serena felt a sense of comfort with his music and loved watching him connect to the music in a way that was uniquely him. His music always spoke to her, and she loved the way he made it look effortless. Listening to him allowed her to shut away her feelings and turn the world around her off as she focused on the music and allowed her to live in the moment. Just her... Her ice cream.. And his music. Completely, blissfully unaware that she too was being watched from afar. Just as she was every Sunday.