by J. M. Witt
I climbed into my SUV completely afloat. I found myself questioning what had happened once again. My heart was racing, my cheeks were flush, my panties—Jesus—I probably could have rung them out like a dishrag. We pulled out of the alcove at the same time and headed in different directions.
Hitting shuffle on my playlist, Poison by Vaults came on. Yup, I’d definitely been poisoned. I decided to drive around for a few, certain I probably looked like a two bit hooker with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Then I started shaking. What the hell? Like uncontrollable shaking.
Without hesitation, I called Tami. Thank God she answered.
“What’s up?”
“I just saw him. Oh, my God. I can’t stop shaking.”
“Oh, Jesus. You’re crashing. He’s supposed to be doing aftercare.”
“We were short on time. I was fine when we parted.” Then I started crying. “Why am I crying?”
“Jesus, Mer. Are you driving? Pull over and relax.” I did as she suggested and took some deep breaths. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Choking out between sobs, “Well I’m not walking away now!”
She sighed. “Was it good? Do I want to know?”
I laughed, “Yes and yes!”
I told her what happened and felt immensely better afterward. I was still a little shaky, but nothing I couldn’t handle. She also told me she’d been asked to cover someone’s shift tomorrow night. I knew she needed the money, so we canceled our dinner plans.
I drove around some more before heading home. All the lights appeared to be off which meant Todd was probably in bed. Once there I checked myself in the rearview mirror. My eyes were a little puffy and my lips felt worse than they looked. Opening the door as quietly as possible, I heard nothing, confirming Todd was already in bed. Thank fuck.
It’d been over an hour since Gregor and I parted ways. I knew I needed to email him so he didn’t worry. Would he worry?
TO: [email protected]
11:16 PM
Subject: Fucking Hell
The adrenaline rush is going to take some getting used to. Can’t stop trembling. Thank you, Sir.
Chapter Eleven
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TO: [email protected]
11:21 PM
Subject: Re: Fucking Hell
Thank you for allowing me to do so... :)
TO: [email protected]
11:23 PM
Subject: Re: Fucking Hell
As you wish, Sir
I had homework to complete and wasn’t sure where to begin. I’d never done anything like what he’d requested so I was walking blindly. I tiptoed into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. I examined my ass and my jaw dropped.
Shit!
I might be showering alone for more than a week. My hands ran over the strokes he’d painted on my skin and I smiled. My clit throbbed and since I had the required comfortable clothing on, it was time to get to work. Todd was snoring away and I headed back to my office. An email awaited me.
TO: [email protected]
11:58 PM
Subject: Re: Fucking Hell
Finished my work. Very tired.
Going to drift off to sleep while slowly stroking my cock thinking about the way your lips felt wrapped around it...
Good night
Ugh. I was disappointed he was going to sleep, but I let it be. I knew he had to be exhausted. Scrolling through my playlist, I selected Angel Snow’s song Secret. Secrets were surrounding me. It should be my new middle name.
I would do my homework and make sure he woke to a pleasant email, my assignment completed. I made sure the kids’ lunches and snacks were packed for school the next day, threw in a load of the never-ending laundry, and then sat at my desk and stared at my laptop.
I had an assignment to do and it wasn’t going to complete itself. I was still shaky, horny, and wide awake. It was getting late and I knew I needed to stop delaying the inevitable.
TO: [email protected]
12:23 PM
Subject: My favorite number
How’d you know 3 is my favorite number?
Sitting at my desk, pants undone, my fingers running circles over my slick clit. Thoughts of my chest pressed against the picnic table as you marked me and owned me. My head starts spinning, a telltale sign that I’m about to come…
Dipping inside, imagining the pleasure your finger in my ass brought me. Was that the shocker? I loved it. Dreaming of your cock filling me in both places. Legs begin to tremble, ass clenches…must stop
Thinking of the cold night air on my ass, your hot cock in my mouth, your searing tongue on my clit. On my knees in front of you, I felt safer than I have in so very long, to be myself, exposed to you wholly. Breasts awakened when I thought them numb. Hand is shaking as I continue playing with my clit. Adrenaline is still pumping through me fiercely. My body cramping with the need to come. Stopping, breathless, heart racing…
I hope that’s what you meant. My body is trembling again. I’m going to bed before someone finds me in a puddle on the floor.
I stared at the email, embarrassed to send it, but knowing I had to. After what we’d done under that gazebo, what did it matter now? My head was heavy and my body ached. I needed to rest. I sent the email, shut down my laptop, and crawled into bed.
The next morning I showered and got dressed. My ass was a wonderland of reds and purples that I couldn’t stop touching. When I checked my phone, I had email. He’d altered the subject and like an idiot, I didn’t think anything of it.
TO: [email protected]
7:38 AM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
I can’t claim to have known 3 was your favorite #... :)
Yes – that is what I was looking for.
Today you will do the same except three times and report back accordingly. I’m thinking about the puddle on the floor.
Have a great day!
WHAT! Ugh! I shouldn’t have told him three was my favorite number. Of course, had I said five or six I’d be in more agony. I typed up my reply.
TO: [email protected]
7:42 AM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
I hope you got sleep and that the meds are starting to make you feel better. I drifted in and out of sleep all night, waking each time with a pulsing clit.
Hope you have a great day, as well.
I went about my morning. Got the kids on the bus and then headed to the gym. When I left class I had an email eagerly awaiting me.
TO: [email protected]
10:06 AM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
How does the bottom look today...?
I smiled and typed my reply.
TO: [email protected]
10:32 AM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
Just leaving the gym and headed to the grocery store. Send a picture soon...
I didn’t hear back right away. Groceries were put away and I was debating about eating lunch or to shower first when my phone gave off that familiar alert. I also still had three assignments to complete and the day was half gone.
TO: [email protected]
12:09 PM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
Looking forward to it and reading about how the workout went with that sore bottom...
TO: [email protected]
12:14 PM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
Just got home and put the groceries away, need to eat lunch.
The paddle bruises from last night are definitely different in feel and color compared to Thursday’s spanking. More tender in a different way. I’ll admit that the majority of the time on the bike I was lost in thought, bent over the picnic table. Then I went and lifted weights and my arms are jello.
I’ll send pictures in a
few...
Hope you’re having a good day.
I decided there was no point in delaying the picture taking. Heading into the bedroom with my phone, I dropped trough and took a picture of my ass. Ok, I may have taken several before I found one I approved of. Staring at the picture, I scanned the marks that stared back at me in the picture. Purples, reds, pinks, and greys all stared back at me. Yup, significant was an understatement to that paddles power.
TO: [email protected]
12:29 PM
Subject: Re: My favorite number – Assignment #1
Here’s your picture. On to assignment #1 for today...
Since I was running short on time, I dove into assignment #1 before it was time to shower. Assignment #2 would probably happen in the shower. Ok, I was going to accomplish this. Get it girl!
TO: [email protected]
1:17 PM
Subject: #1
My brain is complete mush. Collapsing in bed I grab my vibrator and run it over my panties. Almost immediately my hips are arching, seeking a deeper connection. Goosebumps travel my body and my vision blurs...I want to come so bad. But I don't.
Deep breaths and then I pull my panties down and use the same vibrator to circle my clit. All I can feel is your hand on my neck kissing me, demanding I not come. You got me so close last night and I wonder if you even know how close. Trembling, I stop just as the moans are ready to consume me.
Running my hand over my still tender nipple while pressing the vibrator in slowly, just the tip. My breasts so tender that my legs start to shake when I tweak my nipple. It's red and raw and I can't stop touching it. I want you inside me. Every inch as I clench around you so tight. Thighs are shaking with near release, so I stop...
I wasn’t waiting long for my reply. Good to know he was paying attention, or at least had his phone handy.
TO: [email protected]
1:27 PM
Subject: Re: #1
My cock is now rock hard. And will soon be oozing precum.
TO: [email protected]
1:29 PM
Subject: Re: #1
If I was there I’d gladly lick it away.
Any favorite moments from last night that you care to divulge?
I answered some work and PTA emails while I waited for his response.
TO: [email protected]
1:47 PM
Subject: Re: #1
Maybe you can tonight... I’m heading out of town after dinner... :)
Where are you Thursday morning? I may be staying in Casper Wednesday night, trip’s been extended. I could check out late...
There were MANY parts that resonated. However, the gasp you made when you just about came and had to hold back stuck out profusely in my mind... :)
So yes, I DID know how close you were and how difficult it was.
So many things started swirling in my brain. Tonight. Thursday morning. ‘I could check out late’. Closing my eyes, I knew I wanted complete privacy with him like nothing else. Casper was over an hour away. I started my email back to him.
TO: [email protected]
1:58 PM
Subject: Re: #1
I can see about getting away tonight for a few but can’t guarantee. I could leave here Thursday am around 8. Not sure how late they’ll let you check out. We both need to be back to get our kids off the bus. I’m still waiting to hear about his travel schedule.
I think there was probably some cussing following or preceding that gasp. Christ, make the throbbing stop.
I didn’t wait to see how quickly he’d respond. I had to take a shower and planned to complete assignment #2 for the day while in there. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done—driving myself to the brink to only deny myself. In my robe, I sat down and read his reply before typing my own response.
TO: [email protected]
2:18 PM
Subject: Re: #1
Thursday checkout would be 1, but I would need to leave by noon. If you left at 9 you should be there by 10:30. We can play it by ear.
Tonight I would just quickly rewarm that bottom and send you back home with the throbbing worse.
I knew instantly that I was going to get out tonight if it was the last thing I did. And I would make Thursday work somehow.
TO: [email protected]
2:39 PM
Subject: #2
In the shower, water running down my body. My nipple so tender. Pulling the shower head down, I let the water run over my clit and I’m almost immediately doubled over with the pleasure of it. But it can’t happen.
Shaking my head, not sure I can do this again. I let the water beat over me again. Deep breaths, slow circles…dropping the shower head and grasping my knees I let the almost orgasm fade away again.
Tears filling my eyes, I have to do it again. I let the water tickle my lips and entrance, avoiding my clit. But my clit needs the attention. My arms are shaking and I let the shower head work its magic once more. Gasping, moaning, I drop the shower head again, shaking my head as a few tears fall from my eyes.
I’m warning you, I may cry when you finally allow me to come…
A lot can happen in an hour and a half… I’d get there as soon as I could Thursday.
I didn’t get a response right away and needed to get dressed. I worked for about an hour before it was time to get the kids off the bus. We started in on homework and Todd called to say he’d be late. I fed the kids dinner and still no email from Gregor had come through. I had no idea if I’d be able to see him tonight. I snuck in a quick email to him.
TO: [email protected]
5:54 PM
Subject: Tonight
I won’t be able to leave here until 7/7:30pm tonight. I understand if you’ll already be on the road.
I’d almost prefer to come up late Wed night and do the walk of shame...but I’d also be playing with fire.
I keep hearing your whispered words about me being a ‘natural’. Sigh.
I was cleaning the kitchen and asking the kids what they wanted packed for lunch the next day when my phone alerted me to another email.
TO: [email protected]
6:28 PM
Subject: Re: Tonight
I won’t be ready to leave until after that.
As far as Wednesday evening – FAMILY AND HOME FIRST!! I will be a stickler on that. This should complement your life – not add strife (except the part where you are denied orgasms). While I would love to have you in the evening for a couple of hours where we could have a couple of drinks and take our time – it is NOT worth it.
I will let you know what my ETD is.
I was relieved to find out he hadn’t left yet and I knew he was right about Wednesday evening, Thursday morning. I couldn’t help but feel like I needed his touch like I needed my next breath, but I had to get a grip.
TO: [email protected]
6:34 PM
Subject: Re: Tonight
Nope. I agree which is why I made the ‘fire’ comment. Of course, I may enjoy being told what to do, too. Lol
I need to run to the bank to deposit a check at some point. Thursday is still open for me.
I’ll wait to hear from you.
Todd got home shortly after and reheated his dinner, totally ignoring me. He was playing with the kids and I was trying to get some work done. He was putting the kids to bed when an email from Gregor came through. Todd and I had drifted apart. I’d begged and pleaded with him and he just didn’t seem to care. Deep down I knew that we were over.
TO: [email protected]
7:58 PM
Subject: Re: Tonight
Probably leave in the next 15 mins.
TO: [email protected]
7:59 PM
Subject: Re: Tonight
Same spot? Somewhere else?
TO: [email protected]
8:05 PM
Subject: Re: Tonight
Same.
I told Todd I had to run to the bank and the store. He didn’t question me. I hopped in my car and drove the few minutes to where Gregor awaited. His truck was there and he was stepping down from the driver’s seat as I parked. I walked toward him and he yanked me close and kissed me.
“How are you?”
Smiling, “I’m good. You?” His hands moved to my ass and squeezed. I groaned at the ache and the pleasure. “Umph...shit.”
He smiled and then pulled me under the gazebo as we sat down at the same table we had the night before. We chatted for a few minutes about Todd and my sex life—or lack thereof—like it was the most normal conversation for us to be having. He rarely talked about his sex life, just random comments about his wife and her lacking libido.
It was in that moment that I realized how long I’d felt alone. Talking to another adult—a male one at that—with similar interests, desires, and frustrations was gratifying in a way I couldn’t explain. Finally, a connection had been made. Though we were meeting in the dark, in a secluded location, I felt like I was finally out of the shadows and the sun was shining down on me.
Then he kissed me and there was no hesitation as we began to play, my legs draped over his. My walls of apprehension were crumbling faster than I thought they would, knowing how touchy feely I was allowed to be with him. His hands dove into my hair, tilting my head to where he wanted it so he could kiss me fully as I melted into him. His attention the night before to my left breast was resumed. His hand worked expertly to free my nipple as he began palming my breast, applying just enough pressure to make me moan.