Heart

Chapter 13 –  Body – Mine

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

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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

Chapter 12 –  Body – Mine

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

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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

Chapter 11 –  Mind – Mine

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

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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.

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Cum for Me, A Taste

Chapter 8 – The Meeting

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

 

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You have commanded my wardrobe; this time you have selected my attire for the day rather than telling me what you would prefer. Where I would have dressed in jeans, you scanned my closet and found a skirt one that skims my hips and grazes my knees, light enough the sun shines through giving a hint of what lies beneath. If a wind catches it, my near nakedness will be revealed as you have directed me to go without panties, again. Silk falls over breasts, covering but hinting at what lies underneath, the hint of a bra that leaves my nipples free to be teased by you or the soft glide of material as I move; this must be part of some grand plan you have. Though both of us love my collection of high-heels, logic wins the day, and I have slipped on ballet flats. The only addition is a gold chain with a bell around my left ankle to match the one still around my waist.

“Let me see you,” you say as I emerge from the closet. “Come on, twirl.”

“Jesus, I twirl this skirt lifts to my hips and shows everything. Let me put on some panties. It is broad daylight.”

“Didn’t you say just a little while ago you were mine to command?”

“Well, yes, but really isn’t this going a bit far? What if something were to happen? What if I was to slip or a wind was to blow my skirt up?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. That is what grown assed men do. Now twirl, and let’s go.”

I twirl and the skirt lifts right up to my hips as I predicted, coming to a stop in front of you as you lean back in the leather chair with a broad smile on your face I can feel my face heating up, a flush rising from my chest and coloring my cheeks.

“Come here.”

I walk over to where you are seated, stepping between your legs and allowing you to turn me around. You lift my skirt and gently rub where you had previously spanked me in the shower. You leaned down to kiss the imprint your hand had left. Finally, you leave a gentle kiss just above the cleft of my ass. Turning me around, you let my skirt drop and wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me into your lap; it is a gentle embrace.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes, sometimes I am. You want to own me, heart, mind, body and soul; that is nearly all of me. You don’t want to give that much of yourself, do you?”

“We will talk later. Before this weekend is over, we will talk.”

Beloved Master – A Taste

Beloved Master – Chapter Seven

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Arms wrapped around me, you pull me onto the bed and hard against you, “Sleep. It is still early. We will talk when we wake up.”
You have turned my night light off, and the room is in complete darkness; I don’t know if I can sleep this way. Your arms tighten around me even harder. You must remember me telling you of my fear of the dark. Slowly, I relax against you as I let my breath out and it becomes more even.

You must have thought I was asleep as you whispered, “Before this weekend is over, I’m going to own you, your mind, your body, your soul and your heart.”

I heard you. I smiled to myself in the darkness thinking, My Heart, you already do, at least some of it, at least one part maybe more. I don’t think I will tell you though, not yet.

Sleep took us both. I woke before you still wrapped in your arms, better rested than I have been in weeks and remembered your words of earlier. Slipping gently from the warm cocoon of the bed I pad barefoot to the closet to retrieve something to cover my nakedness. It wouldn’t do to advertise to my neighbors how I sleep at night or that I am only now rising, when the sun is high in the sky and the heat is beginning to shape the day. At the bedroom door, I stop and stare across the room at you, still sleeping peacefully and panic slightly at the thought you are here without warning and I am not prepared for a guest, certainly not for you, though I suspect you might guess there is little food in the pantry but coffee. I wonder, can I sneak to the store before you wake so at least I can feed you breakfast? I quietly close the door. At least I can get coffee started before showering.

Standing under the steaming water, head back and eyes closed I don’t know you have joined me until your teeth grab my nipple and your fingers spread me so you can reach my soap slicked pussy. The shock sends waves of pleasure up my spine; my knees go weak as your other arm snakes around my back to hold me upright.

“Good morning. Where did you think you were going? Who told you to leave the bed?”

“Mornin’, oh, oh, shit, stop. How can I answer when you are doing that? Stop.”

“You’ll learn. Answer. Where were you going?”

“To the store. I have nothing to feed you. Oh, my God, stop it.”

Your hand has taken me over, the only thing holding me up under the spray of water is your other arm, my entire body is shaking with the power of the orgasm I feel about to shatter my morning.

“Turn around, let me wash your back,” you say to me as you remove your hand just before I explode. I am bereft. What are you doing? You have never left me wanting, my juices are mixed with the soap and I can smell my wanting, my desire for you as your arm moves around to grab the sponge from me and you push me forward toward corner bench and out of the spray of the water. I notice you have folded the towel on the hard tile bench as my eyes close in erotic pleasure. You have started at my shoulders, rubbing in circles across my back until you reach my ass, with your free hand you bend me further forward until my knees are balanced on the edge of the small bench and you are running the sponge down between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass, again mixing my own juices with the scent of lavender soap; it is a heady scent.

“Bend over,” you whisper as I feel your hands replaced with the head of your dick rubbing between my ass cheeks. Like me you are slick with soap, and even as my knees spread and I reach my arms out to balance I feel you pressing yourself into my ass, as your hands grab my hips to hold them still for your slow invasion. I hold my breath as you slowly fill me, proving your dominance, your owning. Then you begin to move, there is so little space I cannot move with you this time. This is your pace your dance I can only accept this time, even as my own pleasure builds. Suddenly you bend forward, just enough to reach my slicked and throbbing clit with one hand. Spreading my soap-slicked lips even as I push my knees the very last inches they will spread to give you more, your pace quickens to take all I have. I feel us both on the brink, my hands holding the shelf and your free hand imprinting my hip with your fingers. I am done; my muscles clench around you. My head drops between my shoulders as my breath comes in short gasps. You don’t stop though and just behind me, you push into me pulling me against you, grabbing both hips to hold me tight to your pelvis as we both hit a shuddering orgasm and our hearts beat in the same rhythm as the throbbing of sexual pleasure.

“Now, we can finish our shower, woman.” I heard rather than saw the smile. I hadn’t caught my breath yet and wasn’t certain I could stand up.

“Really? I think I will just sit here for a minute. Nice of you to put the towel down, by the way.”

Whack! Your hand came down across my already tender ass making me jump and certainly leaving one of your infamous love marks.

“Ow! Damn, that hurt.”

“I know, but it did get you up, come on let me soap you up and then you can do me. Let’s move woman. A man has to eat, and you already told me you have no food in the house.”

“Beloved Master, I am certainly yours to command this morning. Besides, you told me you had a surprise for me.”

“Later, food first.”

Surprises – Just a Taste

Surprises – Chapter Six

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“Where are you?” Your voice rumbles over the phone late at night, waking me from dreams.

“Sleeping, in my bed. Where else would I be?”

“Go unlock the front door and get back in the bed. I will be there in two hours.”

Two hours. How will you be here in two hours? I think to myself as I stare at the clock by the side of the bed. It reads one a.m. What in the hell? I shake off the last vestige of sleep, throw a robe over my nude body and walk to the front door, even while thinking, was that really you or a dream? Two hours he says. It’s been weeks and he gives me two hours. I best move quickly if I want to at least wash the sleep from my body and have him find me under clean sheets. Even as I start the shower, gather a towel and pull sheets from the bed I can feel my body responding to your voice and the thought of your eminent arrival. Blood rushes to my clit, and my pussy starts to throb just knowing you will soon be here. No time. I will save it all for you.

We have reverted back to our routines of phone calls and e-mail since our first weekend together. Now though they are filled with what we have discovered, what we know about each other and what we still want to know. As the water beats down on me and the steam fills the bathroom I consider our conversations since we were last together and how different they have become, especially how there has been a change in our dynamic, a change that started during our weekend and continued during our weeks apart. We ranged in our talks, first how I felt about the sexual exploration. You pushed for me to open up and give honest answers. There were times I couldn’t answer immediately, where my silence told you I had to consider my answer. It was then you told me to write my answers to you, in detail with nothing withheld.

You have occupied a greater portion of my mind since we were together than I would have expected. I sit in front of my computer screen at work, staring at rows of numbers or a schedule and suddenly your voice is in my head, I can hear you telling me what you want to do to me the next time we are together and I lose entirely my train of thought. Worse still, some picture, pornographic and raw, has burned into my mind and I have drifted off into an erotic daydream featuring the two of us in place of the models. I no longer recognize myself, I am two maybe even three people and I am uncertain, which is the true me. Every morning I walk into my closet and cover the body you taught me to love with my ‘uniform’ of corporate respectability, as I dress I glance at the silk and satin I bought to wear while you were here, the dresses that threw respectability to the wind. In meetings I direct men and women to their tasks, my voice is sure and I am the ‘boss’, no hesitation or question. Yet, since you left I find myself drifting during meetings, thinking of our weekend or our most recent conversation.

Through our written exchanges, we delved deeper into boundaries, especially mine. We explored what had happened between us, what I had willingly offered to you, what you had asked of me and why. More pictures were exchanged between us; some of them were initially shocking even while they begin raise questions in my mind, about where we were going the direction of our relationship the path we were walking and what you wanted from me, whether I was a willing participant or simply curious. I wonder, even as I stand under the shower how far and where would this go next. I considered our last e-mail exchange, and my tongue-in-cheek opening, ‘My Master’ was this truer than I knew.

Our weekend has changed the direction of my writing, my concentration is disrupted and my writing was certainly taking a strange new direction. Where before I could easily sit for hours with only a cool glass of water and quiet music in the background, now I find my words drifting toward a new edginess, sometimes I don’t recognize what I have typed as my own. Whether articles for clients, journal entries or poems all seem to be infused with a new, different tang; a freedom and potential I hadn’t seen before. Is this freshness from our exchanges, from you pushing me to write you what I am thinking and feeling I cannot help but wonder as I stand under the shower spray.

Clean, freshly shaved and scented with my favorite lotion, I crawl back between fresh sheets to wait for you. Even the friction of my legs rubbing together sets sparks against the back of my eyelids. I haven’t bothered with clothing you would only have to remove, only the chain you left around my hips the last time you were here. I want you to have access to every part of me as soon as you arrive in case you are only here for hours instead of days. As I think these thoughts, thoughts of your arrival, thoughts of fucking you and pulling your dick into my mouth ‘til you beg me to stop, I drift off, back to dreams, but now they are of you.

Your kiss, at first, I think it is part of a dream. Right there on my neck, as you take the skin at my collarbone between your teeth, running your fingers over nipples before lifting first one then the other to your mouth. We haven’t even said hello, and my hips are beginning a dance, my cunt dripping already as your hand trails down my waist and across hipbones to my aching clit. With one hand you spread me wide, massaging my engorged nub with your thumb while fingers continue further exploration suddenly piercing me. At that moment you rise up and kiss me for the first time and I explode moaning into your mouth, my arms wrap around you in welcome.

Now What? Role Reversal – A Taste

Now what? Role Reversal – Chapter Five

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Tonight is our last night together. We promised no strings, no tears. Just this, a weekend of blissful sex and an exploration of my boundaries. I thought I would be able to say goodbye tomorrow without looking back, but find I am already saddened at the thought of not seeing you again. You have made me brave. I won’t think about tomorrow. I will think about tonight and be certain it is earth shattering for both of us. If this is all we have, then it will be a memory both of us can enjoy for a very long time. I have arranged for your car to the airport and set the alarm for the morning.

After our sojourn under the stars, we both want a shower when we arrive back to what has now become our personal playground. Before running the shower, I stop in the kitchen to prepare a tray of liquid chocolate and fruits and place some Chateau De Fleur in the ice bucket for later. Knowing you don’t drink, I have selected a non-alcoholic champagne and added a Pomegranate juice to the bottom of our glasses for flavor. When I return to the bedroom, you have started the shower and are searching for towels. I have a minute to simply stare at you. Your already nude body stands in what has been ‘til now my very private space. We are at this moment a contrast with me clothed and you nude; I find myself pleased as I stare in the tilted mirror for a better view until you glance up and notice me staring.

You pull me toward you, grabbing the bottom of my dress you skim it over my head, raising my arms as you do. Now, I am left before you in a half corset holding breasts out to your touch, the white satin shining and the hard boning standing out in relief. My stockings cling to my thighs with three-inch lace tops, nothing more and I am still standing in five inches of bright red Fuck Me Pumps, the only piece of jewelry I wear, beside the permanent earrings stacked five deep up my ears, is the small gold chain I had added around my waist earlier. You take in what you have uncovered and reach out to the lacing of the corset first, slowly you work the laces loose while now and then reaching up to fondle a breast or twist a nipple to hardness. When you have finally loosened the corset enough to remove it you unwrap it from my waist and toss it aside, looking at what I am now wearing; only stockings and shoes. This time you slowly begin rolling the first stocking down my thigh. Standing directly in front of me, you have to kneel down to fully remove my stocking which puts you at eye level with my mons pubis. As you move you lean forward to remove my first shoe, you not so gently deliver a bite to what is in front of you and run your tongue just at the opening of the split, barely grazing my clit, this action is repeated with my second stocking and shoe, leaving me naked but for my chain and trembling.

You stand finally, patting my slightly abused cunt and smile into my eyes. Grabbing my hand, you lead me into the steaming shower, which we both need. Taking turns and with gentle hands we manage to shower almost innocently, though with our heightened senses our touch draws sighs when hands and sponges are pulled across and through peaks and valleys of sensitivity. Turning off the steaming flow of water we grab our towels and turn toward each other, rubbing dry and wrapping each other in hanging robes to keep warm. Though still replete from dinner, our next dessert awaits and both of us are eager to simply relax and enjoy a few minutes of quiet together.

Pillows are good for resting against just as much as other things. I have scattered the largest of my many pillows against both the head and foot of the bed for our comfort. You lead me to the bed and push me down while you do the honors of opening our libations and pouring. Handing me a glass, you survey the dessert tray and select one of my favorites, a plump strawberry. Dipping it into the still warm chocolate you press it to my lips as you seat yourself at the head of the bed facing me with the tray between us. Before us is a second feast, dark purple grapes beside slightly warmed figs, handfuls of blueberries surrounding cups of raspberries in honey sweetened and thickened heavy cream, plates of sliced peaches and kiwis surrounded by strawberries and of course, an abundance of warm, rich, dark chocolate. With the tray seated between your spread legs and me cross-legged at your feet, we both are seemingly satisfied for now with the arrangement.

“Will you trust me?”

“What now? Of course, I trust you.”

I slowly uncross my legs, taking a sip of my wine as I cross the bed to my nightstand, opening the drawer I remove a blindfold and cover your eyes.

“Can you see?”

“No, but what are you playing at, woman?”

“Don’t worry, darlin’ man. I won’t hurt you, but trust me. Don’t move.”