by J. M. Witt
Now he had my head spinning. The thought of a red flogger was sexy as hell. Good thing I had Todd and the kids to distract me for most of the day. There was a barrage of things to get done before he left again on Monday.
I had a few moments of privacy in the afternoon and finally responded to his email.
TO: [email protected]
1:36 PM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
Sounds good. Makes me all tingly just thinking about it...night away, flogger, you...sigh.
Should I find myself a Santa hat, maybe some bells?! Maybe I can sit on Santa’s lap...
Craving you...
More errands, more work around the house, more arguments with Todd...
TO: [email protected]
4:43 PM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
You going to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him how naughty you were and see if you can get a rise out of him...?
TO: [email protected]
4:48 PM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
I’m sure I could get a rise out of him. Lol
Can’t stop thinking about our video reels... to the point shivers run up my spine... :)
I went to bed alone that night. Todd on the couch watching TV, Gregor probably at home. Music sung me to sleep, where I slept peacefully most of the night.
TO: [email protected]
8:00 AM
Subject: Re: Mistletoe
Which video did you pick out last night...?
He asked. It was only right to tell him.
TO: [email protected]
8:07 AM
Subject: A girl has needs...
I was thinking about me riding you, kissing you, hands clasped with yours...how I feel found with you while getting lost with you...
And what happens when you dream about Sir all night? Your husband gets attacked in the morning whether he likes it or not. Lol
Happy Sunday...
I stayed in bed as long as I could before getting up to shower. When I was getting dressed, after showering, an email came through.
TO: [email protected]
9:50 AM
Subject: Re: A girl has needs...
So did he end up liking it...? :)
No such luck here...lol
TO: [email protected]
10:06 AM
Subject: Re: A girl has needs...
Lol. He made a comment about me liking morning sex. (Shaking my head) He knows this. It didn’t go as well as it could have.
I’d love to ease your tension... :) Most of my dreams consisted of anal play with you. Sigh...your needs and wants are now my own...
Time to make my grocery list.
I did my grocery shopping while Todd took the kids to the movies. They needed their dad and I was happy for the break. Though Todd not taking the thought or initiative to go out with me alone would never stop pissing me off.
Todd was busy re-packing when an email from Gregor came through that evening. I’d emailed him earlier when I was all alone, letting him know I was out and about.
TO: [email protected]
9:33 PM
Subject: Re: Rodeo...
Working out now after working in the yard most of the day.
Workout is kicking my ass.
Would rather be strapping yours... :)
TO: [email protected]
9:40 PM
Subject: Belt...
He did the same...yard work that is.
He heads to the airport first thing.
How did you know I’ve been missing your belt?
Thinking about you all hot and sweaty...sigh.
TO: [email protected]
10:04 PM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Text or email when you’re heading back from the airport.
Getting ready to shower. I need release. Probably in bed as I fall asleep. Thinking about strapping your needing ass.
TO: [email protected]
10:07 PM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Glad I’m not the only one who masturbates while my spouse sleeps soundly next to me...
TO: [email protected]
10:45 PM
Subject: Re: Belt...
I do it frequently. Occasionally she wakes up and joins.
What about that massage?
We will have to save the strapping for later.
I should be able to meet after my conference calls.
TO: [email protected]
10:49 PM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Mine sleeps like the dead...
I went to bed and woke earlier than I wanted to. Deciding to take advantage of the time, I got up and got dressed for the gym. As I left the bathroom, Todd looked at me confused.
“Can you get them ready for school? I’m going to head to the gym.”
He just nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine. Have a good workout.”
When I was in my car, I emailed Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
6:19 AM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Couldn’t sleep. Ugh. Can’t stop thinking about a certain someone and his sex drive. I’m heading to the gym now to take out my frustrations on the bike. Looking forward to getting my hands on you.
After the gym, I headed home and walked into the usual chaos. Kids screaming, Todd yelling, while they all scrambled to get ready. Locking the door, I showered quickly in peace. Before Todd and I headed to the airport, I got a response from Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
9:22 AM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Calls were rescheduled. Drastically frees me up today. :)
Let me know when you get back...
TO: [email protected]
9:28 AM
Subject: Re: Belt...
Will do. I’ll text when I’m headed home. Probably around 11am.
Dropping Todd off at the airport, he kissed me goodbye. Nothing extravagant, but at least he’d done it. It was a cold weekend for us. The only intimacy we shared was when I attacked him Sunday morning. As usual, he made no attempts to pursue me. That shit could really fuck with a girl’s head.
Turning my music back on, alone with my over-analytical self, I cranked it up. Falling by Adria was what I picked. Thinking about Gregor and me, Todd and me, Gregor and his wife... Ugh. It scared me how much I needed Gregor, Todd, both of them...for different reasons.
One thing became very clear to me. We were two very lonely people lost in the worlds we’d created. Hell, I knew enough to know that we were probably four very lonely people, but only two of us were willing to act on it—that we knew of.
I’d fallen into the abyss of motherhood and being a stay at home mom. I joined the PTA—needing to belong to something more—and never said no when asked to help because I was desperate to feel wanted, needed. But I was saying yes to all the wrong things. And why was it when Todd told me he needed me I felt like he was suffocating me? But when Gregor alluded to such things it was redeeming. Everything was so ass backwards.
When I was about halfway home, I texted Gregor. My phone startled me when it started ringing. We rarely spoke on the phone, but when we did it always began with my heart racing. What was it about him? Taking a deep breath, I answered the call on my dash.
His voice filtered through my speakers as I drove down the freeway. “How you doing?”
Smiling, “I’m good. You?”
“Good. What’s your ETA?”
“I’m probably twenty minutes out.”
“Ok. Meet me at Rodeo 1. I’ll text if it’s compromised.”
“Sounds good.”
“Everything else good?”
Sighing, “Yes. Is what it is. It was a rough weekend. What about you?”
“Ah, just the same old bullshit. I need to do a few things before I head out. Drive safe, stay focused on the road. I’ll see you soon.”<
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“Ok.”
The call ended and I started the song over again. I almost missed my exit because I was focused on him and the fucking lyrics to the song. Everything felt impossible, yet doable. Desire was a tricky thing. It can make you lose all sense. It can make you feel invincible and vulnerable all at once.
It was almost interchangeable with poison or drugs. Again that analogy. Was it possible for a human to become a drug to another? The thought of it, of him, made my body throb and willing to do what I never imagined I would do. And all for just one more hit.
I was about five minutes out when the phone rang again.
“Hello?”
“Head to Rodeo 2. How far away are you?”
“Should be there in five minutes.”
“Ok. See you soon.”
“Ok. Bye.”
Pulling into Rodeo 2 a few minutes later, I parked and started walking toward him. Hat on, his big grin beamed at me across the lot. Hands crossed as they usually were, they unfolded themselves once he was within arm’s length.
He reached for me as he murmured, “I’m not feeling very dominant today.”
Shrugging my shoulders and smiling, I let him pull me close and buried my face in his neck as he did the same. “I don’t mind.”
Snickering, he added, “Doesn’t mean I won’t take my belt to you.”
“Mmmm.”
I was already lost in him, my body molding itself to his as strong arms encircled my waist. I don’t even recall if I said anything more. His lips were already trailing my neck and my eyes closed as I savored every second. When I was with him he owned me and the feeling was paramount. I never knew possession could be so freeing. In his presence I was safe, cherished, likely marked... And entirely owned. I didn’t want it any other way.
Pressed up against his truck, I untucked his shirt, desperate for my hands to be on his skin. He didn’t try to stop me. Running my hands along his chest and back, he nuzzled my neck and ear. I let the tremors wash over me and felt his lips smile against my skin. He held me tight for a long time while I continued caressing him. He almost fell asleep there against me, in the sunlight, my body held prisoner between him and his truck. It was nice having that kind of power over someone, knowing I could soothe him.
He whispered, “I want to lay in the grass, under the sun, with you all day.”
It took me a few seconds for his words to register with me. Though, I wasn’t even sure if he was aware that he’d said it, but I wanted the same thing too. “That would be amazing.”
With him time stood still. Every kiss, glance, touch, and words exchanged with him were stolen ones. The only thing that mattered in those moments were him and I and taking advantage of every second. His hazy dark blue eyes pulled me in and I wanted to know more of him. I wanted to run away and that’s exactly what I did anytime he called or emailed... I ran away to him.
I had dreamed about summer days with him, napping under the sun while lying in a hammock or on a blanket in an overgrown field. The darkness of night enticed me too. I wanted to count the stars with him instead of the sunsets that would pass before I’d see him next. Things were a mix of uncontrollable lust and tender moments with us.
Pulling back, hand at my neck, he kissed me. It quickly turned into one of his signature kisses that had me weak in the knees. Hair pulling, throat holding, tongue fucking... Moaning into his mouth, my fingernails dug into the flesh of his back, harder than I had intended. Groaning, he pulled my hands away.
“No marking.”
“Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t trying to mark you, just get you closer.” Ok, maybe I lied. I wanted to mark him and he knew it.
“I am closer.” Smiling, he teased me as he almost pressed his lips to mine several times.
Groaning, I grabbed the collar of his sweater and tried pulling him closer. “Kiss me, dammit.” I was now pleading, attempting to order him around.
Tugging on my hair, he snarled in my ear. “Someone’s getting a little aggressive. Is that what you did with Todd before you made him fuck you?”
Oh, God. “Umm, we didn’t fuck.”
Eyes back in front of mine, he seemed confused. “But you said...”
Shaking my head, “I said he got me off. I didn’t say he stuck it in.”
His brow scrunched as he asked, “He’s been gone for weeks. Did he fuck you at all this weekend?”
I just shook my head. Embarrassed at my admission, but I wasn’t going to lie to him.
“What the hell?” I knew my eyes were about to betray me as Gregor studied my face.
I didn’t even have time to answer Gregor or have a chance to try to defend Todd—though I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Turning me around, he bent me over and pulled my skirt up. I loved when he just took control, took charge.
Trailing his hands over my bare ass—yes, I was commando, again—and between my legs. “You’re soaked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What has you so turned on?”
“You, Sir. Only you.” My mouth betrayed me.
Gripping my hips, he pressed his erection against me, making my breath stagger and reminding me of what I did to him. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of him and pressed back harder. His hand came down on my ass a few times as I mewled with desire. In those next moments the rest of the world faded away as I faded into him.
“Hold. Still.”
Closing my eyes and biting my lip, I conceded. “Yes, Sir.”
He spanked me a few times, before I heard the wood paddle being pulled from its hiding spot. So much for him not feeling very dominant. It didn’t last long and his strikes were more for pleasure than for punishment. In between almost every slap of the paddle, his fingers or tongue would tease me.
The last few hits were harder and then he dropped the paddle on the floor of the truck. Kneeling behind me, his tongue attacked my pussy as a finger slid into my ass. Christ, I needed this so badly. Clenching around him viciously, I felt him stand back up. Both hands continued to tease me as he leaned over my back.
“Do you need to come?”
I was confused. He’d never allowed my release when we met. Only ever happening at our longer visits at the hotels.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, yes Sir. Please make me come.”
Pulling me up and turning me toward him, he moved me to the front seat. Both front and back doors were open, giving us a little bit more privacy. I was dazed and not sure what his plan was. Hands on my hips, he helped lift me to the seat and pulled my skirt back up.
His head buried itself between my legs. “Fuck!”
Leaning back, my head against the center console I let him do what he did best. But I needed more friction, craved it. Lifting my legs, uncaring if I left shoe prints on his seats and door walls, I grabbed the ‘Oh, shit’ handle, lifted my hips, and fucked his face.
It wasn’t long before I was starting to show him the tell-tale signs of my impending release. “That’s it. Come for me.”
“Oh, Sir... Gregor.” His name was barely a whisper as my body began to shake.
Biting my lips, trying to be quiet, I needed this release desperately. Claiming me, I released the ‘oh, shit’ bar as every nerve ending started the collision course of ecstasy through my body. Then, never ceasing to surprise me, he made me come again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
RUNAWAY
SMILING DOWN AT ME, he grabbed the ‘oh shit’ bar and yanked vigorously. “Well, I think it’s safe to call these ‘oh fuck’ bars now.” He was mocking me and I laughed. “Did they help, give you that added friction?” His brow was arched at me, awaiting my reply.
Giggling, “Yes, the ‘oh fuck’ bar helped immensely.”
Sitting up, I grabbed the waist of his jeans. Leaning down, he kissed me as he freed his cock for me. Smiling wickedly, I lowered myself, sitting on the step bars and let him fuck my face. It didn’t take long. His arms braced against the door opening, he spilled down my thro
at.
Holding and kissing each other, we each worked our hands over one another until the tremors were gone. Not sure if we had time, I started massaging his neck. He groaned in response.
“Want that massage?”
Looking around, he was contemplating it. Spotting a picnic table, he motioned me to follow him. Closing his truck doors, we walked across the field to the picnic table and he sat down. Standing behind him, I started in on his neck and shoulders.
We talked about everything like we typically did while I massaged his back. Kneeling down to my knees, I worked his lower back as he lowered his head to his arms that were resting on the table. He grew quiet and I didn’t mind. The weather was beautiful and I was enjoying my time with him.
After working over his back for quite some time, my hands were throbbing. They needed a break. Sitting down next to him, he turned to face me, one leg on each side of the seat. I had no idea how much time had passed and I didn’t want to know.
Moving closer, he started kissing me again. His hands delicately moved over the side of my neck and into my hair. My hands were on his hips as he pulled my legs over his thigh. My roaming hands found a hole in the crotch of his jeans and wiggled a finger inside.
“Easy access hole?”
Laughing, “Almost every pair...”
Lowering my eyes, I smiled, “Even busted the patch. Hmmm...”
Pursing my lips together, he caught my innuendo and laughed some more. “I’m cheap.”
“Clearly.”
We kissed some more and held one another. My head on his shoulder his arms wrapped around me. Closing my eyes, I fantasized about being able to do this whenever I wanted. ‘Reel it in!’ Pushing Tami’s warning from my thoughts, I started to nibble on his neck until soft moans left him.
“Let me see those eyes.” Cupping my face, he stared at them and smiled. “Those deep eyes.” He then shook his head and I felt the blush creep up my face. “Love those eyes.”