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Spirit

Cover 200x300Chapter 15 – Spirit – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


“Cara, wake up.”

“No, I am sleeping here forever.”

“As much as that is tempting, I leave today. There is still the day before us, wake up.”

“Can’t we stay here? In bed, like this?”

“No, Cara, wake up. Go make your coffee and run a shower for us.”

With that you deliver a gentle slap to my ass and roll me off your chest. Stretching out beside you, I am tempted to try to convince you to stay right here, in the comfort of the warm bed. Instead, with a last kiss to your chest, I climb over the edge of the bed.
The scent of our earlier lovemaking still fills the air, reminding me of our conversation rolling over in my head. What does all of this mean? What is “wanting it all”? What does that mean? I realize even as I consider your words, I am putting myself in your hands without losing myself. It is a strange feeling. I think we will be talking more; I wish you weren’t leaving today. Truthfully, our time it is always so short. I wish we had more of it, but life calls us both, and we answer.

“Cara, what are you doing in there?”

“Nothing, My. Just thinking I suppose.”

“About what? The shower isn’t running, and you haven’t gone to start your coffee. The day grows short, woman.”

“Nothing really, My Heart, nothing really.”

“Uh-huh. You will tell me when you are ready, Cara.”

What would I tell you that I haven’t already? I wonder as I turn the water in the shower on, wondering when you are leaving and what the rush to leave the comfort of the bed is. Grabbing my robe, I leave to start coffee, so it will be done by the time our morning absolution’s are complete. When I return you are standing under the heated water, leaning into the tiled wall, legs apart as rivulets of water chase each other down your back. It is a picture I will keep in my mind’s eye when we are apart. Your nakedness stops my breath in my throat, and I can only think, Each time we are together it becomes harder to let you go.

“My, what are you thinking?”

“I am just enjoying the shower, Cara. Come here, and let me wash your hair for you.”

You know all my buttons, know I love this best. As your strong hands massage shampoo through my hair and scalp, I relax into you. I could stand like this all day, feeling you behind me, your hands on me. I want to beg you, Don’t go. Stay with me. Live with me. Be my love. I don’t though, instead I lean into your hands.

“That feels so good. I love when you do that.”

“Cara, what else do you love?”

“Oh, My, don’t you know? I adore you. Body, Mind and Heart I have given over to your keeping.”

“Anything else? There is still one more I want from you.”

As I leaned back into you I thought, My Best Beloved, I gave that to you long ago without knowing. My Spirit wrapped around you and loved you. Found you among all the others and chose you for me. Bound me to you, without reservation or restriction. I knew though I wasn’t ready to tell you, I wasn’t ready to yet to give everything over. Was it my nature or something else, did I fear a loss of self within this strange new relationship of ours. I needed more time to explore my feelings before I told them to you.

“Are you keeping secrets, Cara or are you simply not ready yet to commit yourself? Tell me what you are thinking and feeling.”

“I am a little afraid, I think. It is all so new and I am overwhelmed by my feelings for you, for us.”

“Uh huh, rinse your head and hand me the sponge, woman.”

Soul

Cover 200x300Chapter 14 – Soul – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


How did I become so used to your body wrapped around my own in the night that when I wake it seems natural to have your arms pulling me into the contours of your body, your hand engulfing my breast, your dick buried between my legs nudging me awake? You fit, perfectly. Your strength, your dominance and your tenderness, it has touched something within me, drawn me out and opened me to you, as I haven’t ever been before. You bring out in me a side I did not know existed deep within. I ripen beneath your touch like fruit in the first spring sun. It is a source of constant amazement to me still. Even now I don’t understand what this is between us, and it is unlike anything I have had in my life before, anything I have contemplated or considered. Now, I cannot even think of anything but this and you. You fit, perfectly.

I lie here watching the dawn chase the night away and snuggle back into you, unwilling to leave the circle of your arms while you sleep. The warmth we share under the covers is addictive. My movement causes you to tighten your hold on me, pulling me even closer to you as you nudge my legs apart with your leg. I can feel you growing harder, your cock pushing at the opening of my ready pussy, slowly pushing in and then resting with just the head embedded as I squeeze my muscles around you. Your fingers roll my nipples, first one then the next, back and forth pulling them into tight almost painful nubs, eliciting a soft cry from me and an attempt to push back on to your dick, fill myself with more. You stop my attempts, keeping me exactly where I am and your hands begin to roam across ribs, down hips and then spreading the lips of my pussy finding my clit you begin a steady massage that creates constant pulses against the head of your cock and your fingers.

“Please, My, please.”

“Please what, Cara? Is there something you wish from me?”

“Yes, oh, oh, God, stop. No, don’t stop. Oh, My Heart, please fuck me!”

“Ah, but I am, aren’t I?”

“My, My Heart, please more, now, please.”

“This morning, Cara, you are going to fuck me, you lay back too much.”

As you say this, you bend your head kissing my neck and gently biting my shoulder drawing my skin between your teeth. Rolling to your back you prop up against the pillows so you are half sitting up against the headboard staring down at me. You have only partially rolled me with you, as I look up at you I am also looking directly at your dick, glistening with my juices. As you begin to pull me up the bed I can’t resist taking you into my mouth, pulling hard so I feel you slide across my tongue and into the back of my throat. Keeping my eyes staring into yours, I pull again tasting me and you underneath, a heady flavor and one I am reluctant to give up.

“Stop it now, Cara. Get up here where you can sit comfortably, and I can watch you.”

With one last pull on you deep into my throat, where I swallow to add pressure, I move up your body slowly, pulling your still wet dick between my breasts first. With lips, tongue, teeth and hands I work my way across your skin until I am able to straddle your hips and lower myself onto you slowly. Hovering with just the head of your cock inside of me and using my muscles, I begin milking you while slowly rocking, until you grab my hips and push yourself up inside of me. It feels like home, and we both sigh with what is nearly a moan.

Heart

Cover 200x300Chapter 13 –  Body – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


The drive home was quiet, soft talk and soft touches. Your hands roaming gently up my legs and across the tops of my stockings, grazing skin with fingers and lightly grazing just above my pussy drawing moisture and soft whimpers from me.

“Pay attention to the road, Cara.”

“I am trying; it is difficult though. All I can think of is your hands, your mouth and honestly you inside of me again.”

“What is it you want?”

“My Heart, My Beloved Master, it has been too long. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

“Uh huh, do you think I would stop if you begged? Do you think I wish you to beg?”

“No, I don’t think you would, and yes, I think sometimes that is exactly what you wish.”

Even as the words slip from my mouth, your hand slips between my legs, fingers sliding through heated moisture to find my clit, hidden under the hood but engorged and already throbbing with want. Your fingers push lips apart, forcing me to move my legs further apart to give you room as you plunge a finger deep inside of me then pull out and back across my clit.

“Drive, woman, pay attention.”

“Jesus, stop that! How can I pay attention if I am having an orgasm?”

“Don’t cum, drive. Plenty of time later for you to cum when I tell you, not now. Now, you pay attention to the road.”

I can’t even look over at you. I feel you looking though. I know you now. I know your lips are touched by a smile, and your eyes hold heat. I can only imagine what is ahead. After the restaurant my mind is swirled around my need for you even as I feel your hand begins to roam back up my leg. The drive seems to be longer than I remember, as you play me and with me, bringing me closer and closer to begging you to simply fuck me on the side of the road. Is that what you want? I wonder. Finally, we pull into the driveway and all I can wonder is will my legs hold me upright long enough to unlock the door.

You have come around to my side of the car and taken my hand, leading me into the house when the door closes behind us, you grab me up and your lips descend on mine, claiming, demanding submission and response. My arms reach for you, lips open to your probing tongue and I am yours, immediately and holding nothing in reserve. What little strength I have remaining is gone, you must have felt my legs give, your arms tight around my back holding me up. You laugh even as you break the kiss.

“Tender enough for you, Cara?”

“How do you do that, take my breath away with a kiss?”

Your smile is knowing; your eyes hold heat as you stare down at me, taking my hand you lead me to the bedroom lit only by dim lighting as it always is. You glance around and note all is as you left it, nothing changed; I see your nearly indiscernible nod.

“Turn around, Cara.”

With my back to you, I feel you unzip my dress, lifting it from the hem; you pull it off of me and hang it over the nearby chair. From the corner of my eye, I watch you as you bend down to undo the garters from my stockings, leaving a kiss on the back of each of my legs as you do. Then turning me slowly, you bend down to perform the same task, undoing each garter, leaving a kiss at the top of my stocking, but this time leaving a soft bite at the top of my pussy as well. As you stand, you raise my head to look up into your eyes, “Not a word, Cara.”

Body

Cover 200x300Chapter 12 –  Body – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


My body isn’t entirely mine anymore, the very thought of you sends spikes of pleasure through me with no thought of time or place. I have had to train myself not to think of you, though not always easy. As the bath fills behind me, I find myself staring in the mirror, running my hands down a body I no longer entirely recognize or understand. I have given my body over to you, without reluctance, sometimes with eagerness for what comes next, though admittedly I haven’t been without fear each time you have pushed my boundaries. Each boundary whisked aside as if it didn’t exist, shattering my illusions of self. The words, Mine, meaning everything and My Beloved Master, my only answer, my only gift.

Though as our relationship continues to evolve, our conversations both in e-mail and on the phone have found me shortening ‘My Heart’ and ‘My Beloved Master’ to a simple ‘My’. Over the time we have spent apart this time ‘My’ becoming both a greeting and sometimes an acquiescence, at other times simply a lovers pet name shared only between us.

The bath has filled the room with the scent of sandalwood, and steam rises from the hot water as I ease myself down; even this reminds me of you as the water envelops me, covering me and engaging all my senses. I reach behind me to turn on the jets and as I do the phone blares from the side of the tub, announcing a call; it can only be an emergency or you, glancing over at the display I see your name and quickly press talk.

“Good morning, My.”

“Where are you?”

“In the tub, relaxing, thinking of you, as I do every morning.”

“Uh huh, be at Sambuca’s tonight at 7pm. Wear that black lace dress I saw in your closet, black stockings, red fuck me heels and no damn panties. The reservation is in my name.”

“Wait, you’re here?”

“I will be. Don’t ask questions, woman. Just be there and do not play with what is mine for the rest of the day. No orgasms for the rest of the day!”

My other hand stops its movement; you must have known. With a sharp intake of breath, “Of course, My Beloved Master. I will save them all for you for the rest of the day.”

“Are you well, Cara?”

“Yes, My, very well now. Your voice pleases me, even though you have restricted my play.”

“I will see you tonight, Honey Girl. Be beautiful.”

“Of course, My Beloved Master, for you I cannot help but be.”

I let the phone drop from my hand as I sink deeper into the tub, letting the warm water embrace me as music fills the air with the sounds of Beethoven. You will be with me soon, by the end of the day. I am overcome with the reaction of my body to the thought of seeing you again after so long. My body sends electric shocks across every nerve ending, begging me to relieve the pressure of my immediate need to cum again. Ignoring my need, I consider why you have chosen a public place for our first meeting after so long apart. What do you have planned for us?

I have spent all day thinking of you; each time my nerves tingle, they sent blood rushing to all the wrong places if I am to keep my promise to you. My need for relief is overwhelming, even walking across the room heightens my awareness, causes my clit to throb. I feel as if I am in a constant state of desire, ready for you to take me over, every part of me feels as if I am on fire. I can barely wait for the day to end. Each time my hand strays to give myself relief I hear your voice, Mine, and I withdraw my hand with a sigh. As the day grows longer my sighs turn to whimpers, I think you are torturing me. I feel as if I am in heat, every part of me burning. When it is finally time to get ready to meet you, I run the water cool letting it cascade over me and take some of the fire out of my skin.

I know the dress you have commanded me to wear, silk, lace, a hint of cleavage and hugging all of my curves; it doesn’t surprise me you would pick this one out of everything in my closet. I tighten the corset around me then pull each stocking up, snapping them to garters. Slipping the dress over my head and then slipping my feet into the highest red heels I own, I turn towards the mirror. For a moment, I do not recognize myself; I am different, more confident, beautiful even. I am seeing myself through different eyes, perhaps your eyes, the eyes you once told me you would give me. I hear your voice again in my mind, this time as a whispered promise, Mine, and I have to agree.

Mind

Cover 200x300Chapter 11 –  Mind – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


Our time together goes by far too quickly, days stolen out of schedules that don’t seem to sync frequently enough or that we don’t discuss. How did my body so quickly become attuned to yours, so quickly responsive to your desires and commands? Now, I have only to think of you and heat runs through my mind and sets my body on fire as if whispered commands are left by you before you’re gone from me. When you left the last time there wasn’t any part of my body that wasn’t aching from your attention, sore and stretched from use, yet I would have called you back, begged you to stay offered more. Every day I want to say to you, “Say yes, ask for more”. I don’t; I leave it in your hands without a word.

Staring out into the morning, it is still night. The shutters are letting me watch as the sky fades from dark to light. I know I should start the day; you aren’t here to hold me back from my normal routine, yet I am reluctant to rise. It has been weeks since we were last together; my mind searches for the memories and finds them, in dreams. Stretching my arms up above my head I feel the cold of the chains you have left. The handcuffs dangling from them remind me of our last night together, and I am flooded with want, every nerve ending in my body on fire and screaming for touch, any touch. I hear my own voice whimper with need as I roll to my back and my legs splay open as if with a mind of their own, pushed by the pulsing demand of my throbbing.

I hear your voice in my head whispering, Mine. It only drives me further in my need. My mind filling in for the lack of your presence this morning in my bed, my hands replacing your hands across my body. Mine. I hear your voice again. Is it an admonishment or a warning? It is too late; it is my mind playing tricks. My hands run down my body, teasing nipples sensitive and demanding, my fingers turning the areola, twisting them into hard knots. Hands running down my sides, following the paths your hands have traced across ribs and back to breasts even as I hear your voice again whispering, Mine. My hips begin moving of their own volition, the slow rocking dance of need and desire, even as my hands continue to trail across skin memories left by your hands. I linger at each place where your lips lingered, remembering the feel of your teeth, the trace of your tongue and Mine.

The scent of me fills the room, as my fingers spread the swollen lips of my pussy so I can reach my throbbing clit. Legs akimbo, my fingers work a tattoo against my clit pulling the cover back moving across the raw nerves beneath. Pulling hard across my own swollen pussy, wet with juices, I scratch out the rhythm you have taught me; it works best as my free hand runs across my ribs and up underneath breasts, pinching nipples already hard and aching for attention. My hips have found a rhythm of their own, pushing for more and harder. I hear my own voice, between a whimper and moan as my orgasm builds and my fingers stretch the lips of my pussy wider coated with juices and pulling my clit, rolling between thumb and finger as other fingers stroke the labia. My left arm reaches up to grab the chain dangling from the headboard, pulling it down, wrapping it around my wrist as my release grabs me, I hear your voice in my mind, Cum for me, and I do.