by J. M. Witt
Sweet Jesus. There was no way I could go through this again. Nope, yes I could. He was so strong and it was then I realized just how strong. The only part of my body that remained on the bed were my shoulders and head. He held me like I was a ragdoll and brought me to the brink once more. Then a few minutes later he did it again. I was nearly in tears from the power of my fourth orgasm in under two hours.
“Come on. Take a shower with me.”
Remembering he had a business meeting, I snickered before saying, “What? Don’t want to go to your business meeting smelling like pussy.”
Laughing, “Yeah, might not be the best impression.”
I took his offered hand. He pulled me to my feet and guided me to the shower noticing he still had a hard on and had yet to come. That was unacceptable.
While in the shower I stroked him as we made out. We weren’t leaving that shower until he got his release. We teased and touched for a while and I knew when he was close. His head dropped to my shoulder and his breathing changed. Please, come for me, Gregor. I didn’t say it, but nibbled on his neck, stroked his cock, and squeezed his ass.
His moans echoed in my ear as his arms braced the wall behind me. I was elated and continued stroking him. As he spurted in my hand, I expected him to beg me to stop. Again, I reminded myself that Gregor was a different man with different reactions. Cupping my face, he kissed me slowly, tenderly as the sensations of his orgasm slowly faded.
We got dressed and with a smile on my face he kissed me goodbye after I thanked him. I left his room and had to try to control the smile that was plastered on my face. Getting in my SUV, I dropped my head back and took a few deep breaths. Spotting his truck, I momentarily stared. I smiled, remembering that first encounter, and then pulled away.
A few minutes later I sat in a drive thru famished and needing food for the drive home. My phone chimed with a new email. It was him.
TO: [email protected]
12:36 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Was the homework worth it...? :)
Stay focused on the road while you rewind the tapes to view over and over...
BTW – I will be out of touch this weekend. Didn’t want you to think I was abandoning you post spanking... :)
Was he dense? I giggled knowing he was being sarcastic. Would any woman say four orgasms in just over two hours wasn’t worth it? It was going to suck not emailing him—more so not hearing back from him—but I understood.
TO: [email protected]
12:39 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
I appreciate it. I’m sure I’ll be out of touch as well. Jam packed weekend myself.
Homework was definitely worth it.
Thank you again. You have no idea how much I enjoyed myself. I’m floating on cloud nine. Talk soon.
I didn’t get a reply.
The drive home had been emotional in a good way. I listened to music, smiled a lot, and squirmed in my seat. I couldn’t stop my fingers from drifting to my mouth—lips kiss swollen—and running across them and then my fingers would drift down my neck where his hand had been. How I wish I could recreate that enraptured feeling of his hand around my throat. I wondered if he’d collar me at some point, knowing I’d let him.
I got home and put all of my belongings away before I forgot. Sitting at my desk, I contemplated a quick nap and decided to do just that. He was in meetings anyway. When I awoke, I had an email waiting.
TO: [email protected]
2:28 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
I probably have a much better idea of how much you needed that than you could understand right now.
If we don’t chat prior – have a great weekend and stay on that cloud as long as possible.
Meeting went well. No remarks about smelling like pussy. :)
TO: [email protected]
3:36 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
LOL. Glad to hear your meeting went well.
I totally crashed and just woke up. I feel amazing. I only hope that it was as needed for you as it was for me. I want you happy with the arrangement too.
I wish more people got it.
Silence greeted me until the next morning. And it was ok because I was distracted with writing. Poetry. I hadn’t written poetry in ages—if you could call what I was writing poetry.
Chapter Sixteen
RAISE THE DEAD
I’D WRITTEN INTO THE late hours of the night before sleeping. Part of me wanted to share my poetry with Gregor, but I was scared to death. Sharing my writing was different; the poetry seemed more intimate. How many parts of myself was I going to share with him?
Stepping out of the shower that morning, I began my routine of drying off and applying my body cream. Glancing in the mirror, I did a double take and examined my shoulder. Small bruises had appeared overnight. WTF? Then I giggled as I remembered how and the exact moment it had happened.
I’d been on my knees with Gregor behind me. Gripping my shoulders, he rammed into me harder and harder.
Sighing, I basked in the perfection that yesterday had been and having the bruises to remind me just made it that much better. I headed to my office and sat down, gingerly.
I felt like someone—Gregor—had breathed new life into me. Putting it on repeat, I listened to Raise the Dead by Rachel Rabin as I read the first poem I’d written from the night before.
Thoughts of pleasure
Thoughts of pain
Now one in the same
Quiet my mind
Awaken my soul
Of you, I crave more
My submission
Your demand
Your wish
My command
There was nothing more exhilarating than finally feeling like I’d been set free. He’d broken me out of the self-made prison that I didn’t even know I was confined to. He made me feel again, live again, love life again. And it wasn’t necessarily what we were doing. It was in finally owning what I was, what I craved, what I needed... He just happened to be the one giving it to me. It was as if his demons swallowed my own, silencing them when he was near. I would never be able to thank him and hoped he knew how grateful I was.
I’d found something special. Never had I let down my walls like I had with him. I’d rarely been able to orgasm with a man the first time, let alone the second time. It’d only happened one other time and it wasn’t with Todd. Gregor changed all of that, times four. Maybe it was all the tension and build-up, but I suspected it was something more primal, carnal. And that I felt safe enough with him to just be me and to get lost in the moment.
TO: [email protected]
8:52 AM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
How is your bottom this morning and the not so subtle reminders...?
Most will not ‘get it’ due to lack of wiring and/or lack of initiative. That’s ok though.
TO: [email protected]
9:18 AM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Good morning, Sir.
It’s one massive bruise that makes me sigh when I touch it. I’m applying the cream you suggested, hoping it helps. I’m learning that I bruise quite easily, which is good and bad. I have bruises on my shoulders, which made me giggle when I saw them. I slept better than I have in weeks. Thank you for that. Though, I may have woken with some vertigo, like you were still there behind me—pounding away—taking what was gladly given.
Hope you’re having a great day and walking around with the same smile I have...
I didn’t hear anything until later in the afternoon. I’d spent most of the day writing and losing track of time. When the alert came, I was surprised at how much time had passed.
TO: [email protected]
2:19 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Damn, I need blown! I am trying to work out before we leave this evening and this keeps getting in the way...
Shaking my
head, I opened the pic he’d sent of him at full mast.
TO: [email protected]
2:25 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Do I get to take credit for that hard-on?
Sigh. I’m giggling like a school girl. We’re going to get into lots of good trouble together.
I’ll be out and about later tonight, 6pm. When do you leave!? Clearly I’m focused on one thing and not the fact that you’re headed out of town. (stomps foot, pouting)
And, if it’s any consolation...I’m tender, but have been wet ALL DAY.
TO: [email protected]
2:30 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
We better be WELL on our way by the time you’re out tonight.
If you want to stop by for a drive by sucking I will leave the door open. :)
He was teasing me and I knew it.
TO: [email protected]
2:36 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
While I’d always be up for a drive by sucking, we both know you don’t want me in your house... You’re the devil, Sir!
TO: [email protected]
2:40 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Don’t confuse desire with prudence... :)
TO: [email protected]
2:41 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
I know...
I may need to go take a quick ‘nap’ now that I’m all full of desire...
And that’s just what I did. Scurrying off to the bedroom, like the naughty slut I was, I grabbed my vibrator and quickly sought my release.
TO: [email protected]
3:06 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Well that was quick and fun. Thank you. I enjoyed getting off as the video clips from yesterday replayed through my mind.
Maybe she’ll give you road head?!
He ignored the remark about road head and simply agreed that the reruns were fun. I couldn’t refrain from emailing him my depraved thoughts.
TO: [email protected]
3:12 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
They’re definitely fun. Especially the episode of your face buried in my pussy, on your knees with almost my entire body lifted off the bed.
And, immediately a reply!
TO: [email protected]
3:14 PM
Subject: Re: Day 4, #3
Instant erection...
Send me a pic of your properly spanked bottom...bent over.
Sighing, I did as he asked.
TO: [email protected]
4:40 PM
Subject: Re: You’re testing my coordination...lol
I was speaking with the principal when your email came through. Made me smile...
Jesus Christ. I was friends with said principal. Kind of hard not to be when you’re the PTA President. And Judith and the principal were chummy. Agh.
TO: [email protected]
4:43 PM
Subject: Re: You’re testing my coordination...lol
Agh! I assume you’re being discreet. I work with these people!
TO: [email protected]
4:48 PM
Subject: Re: You’re testing my coordination...lol
Your face isn’t in the picture. Do they have reason to recognize your ass?
TO: [email protected]
4:49 PM
Subject: Re: You’re testing my coordination...lol
Aren’t you supposed to be on the road? Lol :)
I carried on with my evening, had dinner with some PTA moms and left as soon as I could. Nothing exciting happened when I got home either. I was on my laptop working, Todd watching TV—oblivious to me typing away on my laptop, when an email from Gregor came through.
TO: [email protected]
10:48 PM
Subject: Re: You’re testing my coordination...lol
Just made it. I’ll be mountain biking in the morning, though some guys tried persuading me to play golf. The weather is just too beautiful, I’d rather be on my bike.
I sent him a response, nothing noteworthy, and got back to work. Though, in the morning I did email him. I knew I probably wouldn’t hear back, but I wanted him to know I was thinking about him.
TO: [email protected]
8:58 AM
Subject: Good morning
I woke up dripping...thinking about being bent over, moaning with every lash you grant me...
No response came until later in the evening and it was a pleasant surprise. Attached was a beautiful picture of the horizon. He must’ve taken it while he was out biking and I smiled knowing he was sharing a part of his getaway with me.
TO: [email protected]
6:48 PM
Subject: Re: Good morning
Biking was great, though the trails have seen better days. At least the weather and the views were phenomenal.
That night Tami and I went out for an impromptu dinner. I took a picture of me holding a shot glass and sent it to him.
TO: [email protected]
10:18 PM
Subject: Good morning
Cheers! Fireball!
Tami and I enjoyed our evening. We didn’t get shitfaced, but we were close. Thank God we’d driven back to my house before we were too intoxicated to do so. Todd had gone to bed shortly after we got home, not up to dealing with our antics. My phone chimed and she and I both giggled, knowing it was probably Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
12:13 PM
Subject: Re: Good morning
Looks like someone is going to be hurting in the morning... :)
I will admit that I had to type my reply numerous times before my fingers cooperated. Yup, I was definitely tipsy.
TO: [email protected]
12:18 PM
Subject: Good morning
Maybe, but not the kind of hurting I prefer...
I didn’t hear from him until Sunday evening, a couple hours after I sent an email wishing him a safe drive home. His emails were a bit short and he seemed stressed. Not that I could really gather that from an email. My own weekend could have been better. Todd and I had been fighting all day, more like all weekend. All I’d wanted to do was call Gregor, but it wasn’t an option and I knew I’d be overstepping.
I’d spent a lot of time reflecting on my marriage with Todd. I had believed for so long that without Todd I’d be lost. Now I feared if I stayed I’d be stuck where I didn’t want to be. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. Part of me knew I had to leave, but I didn’t know if I could muster up the strength to do it. This was when over-analyzing things became torture. The only guilt I felt was because I didn’t feel any in regards to the choices I’d made with Gregor. Faced with the choices again, I would do it over and over every time.
Taking Gregor out of the equation, I knew that my problems with Todd had been around much longer than either of us cared to admit. Todd was a good man and had provided for me better than I could’ve hoped, but he’d become a poison to me and only I had the cure. I wanted to feel for him what I once had, but part of me knew it was almost impossible. Too much time, too much hurt, too much waiting, and too many words had been said that we couldn’t take back.
Todd had once begged and pleaded with me to stay, to give him a second chance. But that was the thing... I’d continued to give him so many second chances to try with me. I was sick of pleading with him to see me, love me, and to really be with me, all to no avail. Someone had said, ‘But he’s a great father and provider’ and I agreed, but neither of those had anything to do with him being a good husband. Not in my eyes.
Maybe I’d regret leaving him, but I worried more that I’d end up resenting him if I stayed. My heart needed to be rescued and I was the only one who could do that. I was drowning in a life that I no longer wanted and I knew I’d rather be all alone than continue to live a façade. Life w
as too short to live it unhappy. The question now, ‘Would I really go through with it?’
That evening, as if he sensed something, Todd sat down to talk to me. Observing him over the top of my laptop, I waited. He clearly wanted to talk, though I didn’t know exactly what about.
Sighing, “I think we need to talk, Mer.”
“Yes, we probably do.” I’d already shut myself off emotionally, or so I thought.
“I’m not sure what we’re doing anymore. Things just aren’t right here,” he motioned between us, “and I don’t know how to fix it.”
I leaned back in my chair. “They haven’t been right for a long time.”
“You never say ‘I love you’ first. How do you think that makes me feel?”
Those three little words had become stagnant, mundane, and heartless. It was like a standard greeting. ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’, ‘I love you’... It was all the same; something expected so you just said it. But as I thought about the feelings that should reside behind that statement I grew sad. The emotions weren’t there. I tried remembering when l last really felt it and I couldn’t remember.
When had it stopped? I loved him, but was I willing to lay down my life for his? Then so many other questions surfaced in my mind. Did I try to get it back, could I get it back, and did I want it back? The gears in my brain began churning so fast that I couldn’t keep up. Closing my eyes, I massaged my temples, trying to calm myself.
It was a question that I had no idea how to answer. He was right. I didn’t say it first, just responded with it when he said it to me. Now what?