Elise called to him from her open bathroom door, “David? Is that you?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Be right out!”
He sipped the deep red wine slowly. Not his choice of drink, but it would do in a pinch, he thought. He stretched his legs out and wiped his brow, leaving his forearm over his eyes as he allowed the wine to wash away the day’s tension. The rustle of fabric caught his attention as he heard Elise behind him.
“Well?”
“Well what?” David asked from under his arm.
“What do you think?”
He let out an audible sigh, a signal to Elise that he was tired and not in the mood for games. “What?” he asked as he lowered his arm and turned to Elise. “Whoa!”
“Like what you see?” Elise asked.
An evil grin washed over his face as he took her in. Elise was beautiful, but tonight dressed in the most incredible black leather bustier and stockings. His eyes scanned down her legs to the four inch leather heels she wore, and back up the fishnet stockings to her thighs. She had leather, arm length gloves and a whip in her hand. “Hell yes!” David said. “Absolutely!”
“Well…” she started as she stepped in front of him. “I had an interesting weekend, to say the least.”
“From the looks of that outfit, I’d say you did!”
“We’ll get to that shortly, Mister McNarry.”
David didn’t like the sound of that, but she stood straddling his outstretched legs and clenched the short leather whip in her hands. She was sexier than she’d ever been, he thought. “And what brought all this on?”
Elise pointed her finger towards him, then curled it back toward her face and said, “We need to talk, my dear. Meet me in the ‘guest’ room. And darling?”
“Yes?”
“Leave your clothes.”
Her tone was one David had never heard before, but Elise had always been full of surprises. It’d been a rough weekend campaigning, but coming home to the woman he loved dressed like this was the biggest surprise he’d ever experienced. There was no doubt in his mind that she had a lesson for him tonight, he didn’t give a damn. With her dressed like that he’d learn fast! He quickly shed his clothes as she walked out of the room and across the hall.
He could barely contain his excitement as he rushed across the hall to his sex room. Elise still called it a ‘guest’ room he noted. It was dark, a single candle burning on the desk in the corner. A single, solitary wooden chair was placed in the center of the room, everything else had mysteriously disappeared from the room it seemed, including his bolt lock that kept it securely closed. “Sit!” she ordered.
David sat, as instructed, completely nude and unable to hide his excitement. She circled around him, and swatted his hand away each time he reached to touch her. “You trust me, right David?”
“Of course!” he said, not liking where this conversation was going.
“Good. Now sit still.”
Elise took a plain white scarf and wrapped it around his eyes, tying it tightly behind his head. The warmth of her palm as she placed it on his right shoulder seemed to put him at ease, and she walked around and bent before him, tying his ankles to the chair. “I had a visitor on Friday, David.”
“Who?”
“Now now, dear. You don’t need to speak. Just listen.” She tied another scarf to his wrist, and pulled it behind the chair as she tied the other one. “Let’s just say I had a visitor. A very upset, irritating visitor who thought it wise to come tell me about your, shall we say, indiscretions.”
“Elise, wait. I can …”
“Shh,” she said, putting her fingers over his lips. “I’m not interested in explanations. Just listen to me.”
David felt the whip being placed across his left shoulder, and her body heat warmed his thighs as her fishnets rubbed against him. His cock was throbbing with excitement, as her cool, calm, almost monotone voice continued. “I don’t care about your office romances, David. Never have. We all know we have our own, shall we say… private time.” Elise straddled his thighs now, pushing the front of her leather bustier under his chin, forcing his face between her ample breasts. “I don’t care about that stuff at all. What I do care about, is why you broke the rules?”
“What?”
“Quiet, my dear, or do I need to put a gag on you?”
Elise climbed off his lap, and David could hear her pulling something heavy across the floor in front of him. “Perhaps we need to go over the rules, once again. One, the family comes first, and if you must have your private encounters, you will have them elsewhere. Two, I do not want to know about them. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to know about my encounters, or would you?”
“No,” David said, hanging his head down.
“And three, never, ever bring anyone into this house again.”
“Well technically, Elise, your private time with Patricia is here.”
Elise took a deep breath, the same breath and audible sigh David issued to her earlier. “My time with Patricia is the only reason you’re still breathing. Would you like me to stop?”
“No.” His head hung low against his chest.
David heard her walk around the room, opening drawers, sliding her high heels back and forth, and the unmistakable sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floors beneath her as she walked up behind him. She ripped the blindfold down, pulling it back against his neck as she leaned into him and whispered, “You broke the rules, mister. And tonight you’ll pay the price.”
“Wait, Elise. Wait!”
“So I’ve tied you up, David, because I’ve come to understand you are into the bondage domination thing. Hmm, interesting.”
“It’s not what you think, Elise.”
“One more word out of you, and I’ll shove something in your mouth! Understood?”
“Yes.”
She walked back around in front of him, placing her hands on the unusually high bench and bending over to show him her ass. She had no panties on, and she spread her ass cheeks wide for his inspection. “Like what you see, David?”
“Yes!”
She stood up and moved to the side of the bench. “Look what I found in the drawer, David. At that time he noticed the two large dildos sitting majestically on top of the bench. I wonder where they came from?” She wrapped her fingers around the largest one. “I bet you’d like to see me using one of these, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s see.” She bent down in front of him and placed it in his lap next to his own cock. “It’s a lot bigger. Probably would feel much better than that pathetic excuse for a cock you have.” She held it to her face, almost touching her cheek with it. “Hmm, is this used? Perhaps you should clean it for me. Open your mouth.”
“What?”
She slapped his cock hard with her free hand. “I said open your fuckin’ mouth!”
David reluctantly opened his mouth as she shoved the head past his lips. “Mmm. That looks good, David.” She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing the shaft and pulling it hard. “That’s it, my little slave. Clean it up good! You like it, don’t you.”
David struggled to say anything. Incoherent murmurs were all he could issue as the head completely filled his mouth, making his jaw ache.
“I think you do like it, from the looks of your hard little dick.” She continued to stroke him with a rough touch David was not only unfamiliar with, but growing considerable uncomfortable with. “Don’t you dare come until I’ve had my way with you,” Elise ordered.
She finally withdrew it from his mouth, and ordered him to lick the sides. He obediently followed her lead, and as much as he hated to admit it, the fact that he was completely helpless was intoxicating and exciting. She stood up, and leaned against the bench. Slowly she positioned herself in front of him. David couldn’t take his eyes off the lustful dominatrix his wife had transformed to right before his very eyes. She kicked her shoes on the floor as she spread her legs in front of him
.
“Look at me, David!” she ordered. “Take a good hard look at me, especially my freshly shaved pussy. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” David said, his jaws still aching from having his face fucked. His cock bounced and waved in the air at the very sight of her.
“Good and I want you to know that Patricia shaved it very well for me. Can you envision her shaving my pussy David? She takes very, very good care of my pussy David and you know why?”
“No,” he groaned.
“Because my shit of a husband won’t, that’s why. Isn’t it pitiful that I have to resort to finding someone else to take care of me David?”
“Yes,” his head pointed downward as he answered. He was getting her message loud and clear.
“Has anyone else touched my cock today, David?”
“No.”
“You sure? So you haven’t had your orgasm for the day, yet?”
“Of course not!”
“Well then, if you’re good, maybe we’ll get to that. You want to watch me now? Watch me fuck that massive dildo?”
“Yes, Elise!”
“Fine,” she said, rubbing the head across her hairless mound. “That feels good, David. A nice thick cock. I think my lover did a good job cleaning me up down there, don’t you think?”
“Yes!”
Elise grabbed the dildo with both hands, rubbed it across her opening and dipped the head just inside, enough to get it wet. She pulled it from her mouth and turned her head sideways, so David could watch her snake her tongue out and lick it. “Mmmm. You like that?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, and judging from the throbbing and bouncing up and down of David’s cock, she already knew it. She took the damp dildo and put it between her legs, forcing open her lips with the head. Slowly she inched the monster inside, taking short strokes in and out until her own juices covered the thick shaft. She stared at him, tied to the chair completely helpless. He looked good that way to her, and she admired his body like so many others had, she imagined. She slammed the dildo deep inside, reaching up to cup her breast as her orgasm shook her almost immediately. She came hard, much harder than she expected, and had no idea how much all this was going to turn her on.
She slipped off the bench, realizing how weak her knees had become. She was convinced that it was one of the better orgasms of her life. “Damn that was a great orgasm, much better than I’ve ever had with your puny cock!” She exclaimed.
She looked at David, his muscles rippling under his skin as he strained to break free. “Don’t worry David, I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ll be right back.”
She padded out the door and across the hall to her room, moments later she reemerged at the doorway. What the fuck, David thought. “What the hell is that?”
Elise stood there, her fishnet stockings attached to the leather bustier, her hair now completely disheveled by her recent orgasm, slowly stroking the long black strap-on she retrieved from her room. “It’s time to take care of your needs, David.”
“What? No! Absolutely not! Elise! I’m warning you!”
“Warning me?” she said with a chuckle. “You’ve been fucking people for years. I think it’s about time…”
Her thought was interrupted by the private phone in the hall ringing. “Wait right there, David!” she said. No one ever called that phone. This private line was for emergencies only.
David could hear her talking on the phone from the other room, but couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. The he heard her slam the phone down right before she ran into the room to untie him.
“What is it, Elise?”
“It’s Logan! He’s been in an accident. Get dressed. NOW!”
Elise’s Travels
Elise burst through the glass doors of Boston Memorial Hospital ignoring the pleas from the countless reporters who’d been waiting for them. She barely noted that David stopped to answer their questions. “Logan McNarry?” she practically screamed at the elderly woman who sat at the welcome desk. “Yes, let me see… Room 548. Are you a relative?”
“I’m his damned mother,” Elise yelled behind her as the elevator doors opened for other waiting passengers. She pushed them aside and thrust herself into the small elevator. The ride to the fifth floor lasted an eternity she thought as her heart pounded a mile a minute.
On the fifth floor she searched through the map on the wall until she found the direction to her son’s room. Running at full speed she pushed his door open. The room was dimly lit but there was no mistaking the massive form of her only child on the bed. Wires attached him to machines that beeped as they announced each beat of his heart. She stood still instantly and counted the beats, her early career as a nurse told her that his heart was regular; quickly she stepped to his IV. It was dripping normally. Now she scanned his entire body, both legs intact, fingers, toes, chest, arms…all parts there. She’d done the same thing the moment he’d been born, just like that time so long ago, she was frantic to know that he was okay. His eyelids opened slightly, clearly he was on strong medication for pain but he recognized her and lifted his hand to take hers, “Mom?”
“Yes baby, I’m here,” she said with relief accepting his massive hand into hers.
“Mom Leila’s gone,” he murmured hazily. His eyelids were swollen and Elise noted a large gash on his forehead that had been stitched with precision.
“What? Leila? What was she doing with you in Boston?”
“Bought her a boat, asked her to marry me… we… were coming home to tell you,” his voice was a bare whisper.
Elise struggled to grasp his words, Leila had been killed? Logan and Leila were engaged? “Logan don’t talk baby, just rest. It’ll all be okay.”
Logan’s eyes closed, Elise studied her son for a long, long time in silence before walking into the hallway. She saw David sitting in the chair just outside Logan’s room. She didn’t know why but she walked to him and sat down beside him silently.
“Leila’s dead,” David said looking into his wife’s face. “They’d gone to a party, some kids Logan knew from the Yacht Club graduated from law school. Leila’s blood alcohol level was pretty high but Logan was driving. For some fucking reason they had the office car, the one that’s always braking down. The brakes went out and Leila was thrown clear into the woods.”
David studied Elise’s face, it was solidly still…emotionless… but he continued, “Logan suffered a broken arm and a concussion. He’s gonna be fine, Patricia has been notified and she’s on her way.”
Elise kept staring at the hospital hallway floor. David saw her face had drained of all color, “Elise can you hear me? Are you okay?”
She didn’t respond but the elevator doors opened and Patricia Johnson barreled towards them. David stood, she was at war and he knew that expression on her face well, only this time it was intensified. “You fucked her! You fucking fucked my daughter and killed her!”
David began to mutter, “no, no Patricia, it was an accident… she had the broken car…”
Patricia glared at Elise, “did you do this?” Elise didn’t look up nor did she respond at all.
“Oh that’s just God damned perfect, your husband fucked my daughter and you knew it! Didn’t you Elise? You fucking knew it the whole time!”
A nurse ran to their side, “Ma’am, please! I know you’re upset, but the language!”
“Oh shut the hell up,” Patricia turned on her. “Elise, answer me? You knew this was going on didn’t you?”
Elise had no answers; Elise was no longer capable of hearing them. David grabbed her arm and shook her gently, “Elise are you okay?”
The nurse moved quickly to her side and felt her wrist, “pulse is fine.” She lifted Elise’s eyelids and studied her pupils. “Sir your wife is in shock, we need to get her down to Emergency right now.”
Elise’s mind slid away from her as easily as if a wave had simply washed it away. There was no pain any longer; she didn’t understand anything the people near he
r were saying. She didn’t care enough to try to understand them. She’d imagined the loss of her mind as being a more outstanding ordeal, it wasn’t. There was no bone crushing sound, no flashes of light, and no sudden darkness. She simply left for the world she created in her own mind. It was beautiful there; she chose it wholeheartedly. She gladly left her real life behind without second thought.
Though she could feel them putting her into a wheelchair and pushing her to the Emergency Room there was nothing at all that she had to say about that. She didn’t have a single care in the world; her mind was on her boat, sailing into the harbor on a slight breeze. David was there with her, at her side for the last time, touching her face in the summer breeze and tenderly kissing her neck. The boat was so beautiful; she’d taken such care to make sure that it was everything she’d dreamed of. The Charleston Rice Bed had been painstakingly designed in so many pieces that it had to be fully assembled in the master stateroom. The engines were the strongest and finest Cummings made, they’d last her forever. The flybridge sparkled under the setting sun with new electronics, new canvas. Every last detail of her boat had been created and exquisitely re-fitted just as she’d wanted. As it pulled out of the harbor it left the 48 foot Whitby that David had bought her behind. It’d been the family boat and they’d enjoyed it so much. She could almost see Logan toddling across its helm, his curly blond hair rustling in the wind. But this was her boat, not one she wanted to share with anyone. She’s designed it, re-fitted it to her own fantasies and it was where she wanted to spend the rest of her days. David could be with her if he wanted but she knew he would leave. She would never leave this boat and David had to, his political ambitions would take him. It didn’t matter; she no longer wanted him with her, not on her boat. There was something missing now, she couldn’t place it but something was missing. Suddenly she understood what it was; she was missing the anguish of knowing her husband took other lovers. The humiliation of having to stand next to him in public when everyone knew he’d sought solace with other women. She was missing the stress of political life, the physical pains that her brothers and father had given her when they’d beaten her… all of it was gone as long as she stayed on her boat. She would never leave it, never again. No, Elise McNarry would float on the ever changing tides without a single care in the world for the rest of her life… because it’s what she wanted.
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