A Second Chance at Submission: Chapter 3

A few days later I was cooking sausage and peppers in a skillet when Rachel popped into the kitchen.

“How’s your room?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” I said, while paying attention to the stovetop. “Thanks again for letting me stay here.”

“You're welcome,” she replied. “We’re glad to have you.”

“Is Chad really okay with it?” I said. I probably could have worded it better. I just knew that, if it was me, I’d be a little weird about it. Then again, I was the one still infatuated with her. He was sharing her bed; I was sleeping under it.

“Why shouldn’t he be?” she answered. Her tone wasn’t indignant. If anything, it was probing.

I couldn’t look back at her, afraid that she’d see the man who’d voyeuristically absorbed their love making.

“Did you tell him about us?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Is there something you want to tell me about that?”

“No,” I lied. I wanted to stay put while I thought through my feelings. Besides, I had no right to disrupt anything. She was happy; they were happy. I knew that I needed to let go of these feelings I still had for her, but was enamored by the temptuous rush they enabled in me, fueling fantasies like I’d never had before. In some ways, it mirrored the rush I’d felt in submitting to her when we were together.

All this preoccupation kept me from hearing her get up from her chair and move towards me....