by J. M. Witt
Once in the bar, he helped me with my coat once more and then pulled out the stool as we sidled up to the bar. We each ordered a drink and began talking some more. I was turned toward him and struggled not to touch him.
An hour later, I put my hand on his leg and leaned into his ear. “If you don’t take me back to the room, I’m going to get all grabby here, in public.”
Grinning wickedly, he flagged down the bartender. “We’re ready to check out.”
Walking back into the hotel, we waited in the elevator with other couples who leaned on one another while we kept our distance. Heading into the room, I took my coat off and then sat on the bed. Stalking closer, he pushed me back and flipped me to my stomach. Slapping my jean covered ass several times, he then released me, just as I was completely wanton.
“I’ll be back.” Dumbfounded, I watched as he left the room.
Groaning, I lay there for a minute before getting up. I took my boots off and checked my phone. No calls or texts to worry about. Todd rarely reached out to me when he was on the road. Tonight no different. Scrolling through my newsfeed, Gregor re-entered the room a few minutes later. Probably calling his wife, or his harem of women, to check in. I inwardly snickered and set my phone down.
He began removing his clothes as I watched intently. He’d given me no instructions so I just waited patiently. Grabbing the remote, he put on one of the adult channels as I smirked. Such a guy. I didn’t mind, I just found it humorous. Sprawling out on the bed in just his underwear he assumed the position. Face down, he pointed to his back.
Giggling, I agreed. “Yes, Sir.”
Pulling out my massage oil, I set it on the nightstand and removed my jeans. Straddling his hips, I let the oil overflow in my hands and began working on his neck and shoulders. I worked him over for almost an hour. I slipped my fingers into his boxers and removed them before massaging his ass. He was almost completely asleep. This made me happy but wasn’t a good sign for someone wanting to have sex with him again.
Slapping his ass, I requested for him to roll to his back. With a soft smile on his face he closed his eyes as I straddled his hips once more. Massaging his chest, I continued down until the only thing left to massage was his dick. I began teasing his inner thighs and his hips and watched as he grew more and more aroused.
When his hips rose a few times in response to my touch, I took him in my mouth. He didn’t take long. And I sealed my fate. After the blow job he was out cold. I managed to get him to crawl up the bed and under the covers. Turning the television off, I put on my music and then slipped into my nightgown. Crawling into bed with him, I wrapped myself around his back and listened to his soft, even breathing as my music played gently.
It took me a long time to get to sleep, my craving for him growing with each passing minute. I knew what a long week and day he’d had and knew he needed his sleep. Eventually I dozed off. Waking a few hours later, I had to use the bathroom. When I returned to the bed he was still asleep and hadn’t moved. I didn’t want to disturb him so I crawled in and put my back close enough to his so that his body heat warmed me. A moment later his body flipped and pulled me to his chest. His warm breath against my ear, he tucked his arm around me. Smiling, I curled back into him as he held me tight and we both drifted back to sleep.
When I woke, his hand was sliding down my hip, removing my panties. I turned my face toward his and fresh, minty breath lingered over my lips. He must’ve brushed his teeth while I was sleeping. I welcomed his kiss as his hand reached up to hold my chin. Rolling to my back, I welcomed the weight of his body against mine.
Hungry lips moved from my lips to my ear and neck and continued moving down. My breasts were already marked by his mouth and he proceeded to mark them further. Arching, I pressed them higher up into him, his hands and mouth branding both breasts equally.
“Oh, Gregor... Sir...” Nearly thrashing on the bed, I needed more of him, all of him.
I needed his possession. The way he swallowed me up, letting me drown in the domination he had over my body. Two fingers slid into my pussy and he hooked them up, hitting that sweet spot that stilled my breath. Unmoving, except for my heaving breasts, I focused on his fingers. Then that thumb pressed down on my clit hard and he waited.
Glancing down, his eyes no longer heavy with sleep met mine as we both waited for my clit to respond. Just his eyes penetrating my own did it. The slow beat of my clit coming to life under his thumb began and we both felt it. It felt like a bass drum as the vibrations echoed through my body.
Begging, I panted, “Please, Sir.” He was taking great pleasure in the torture he was bestowing upon me. “Please...”
“What do you want?”
“You, just you. Anything you want to give me, just give it to me. Please.”
I swore I heard him growl before his face sank down between my trembling legs. It was quick, powerful, and almost violent. Gregor, as hard as he tried, as strong as he was, couldn’t keep my hips pinned to the bed as my orgasm flooded me. He wasted no time placing the condom over his erection and slammed into my still trembling pussy. He fucked me good and hard, just how I liked it. Hands in my hair, holding me steady as I clung to him.
Struggling for the words, I spoke true. “I want you to cum.”
Lifting his head, he shook his head and kissed me. Whispering against my lips, “This is about you.” He sucked my lower lip between his teeth, his pelvis grinding against me.
“Oh, Jesus.” My nails dug into his back as he warned me.
“No marks, Meredith.”
I loosened my hold on him, hands flexing. I wanted to mark him desperately, but knew I couldn’t. Lifting up, he raised my legs, never relenting. I was crying out, panting, mewling, begging for more.
Leaning down, he panted in my ear, “You got one more in there? I think you do.” I couldn’t form words as his body hovered over mine, pumping in and out of me. All I did was moan and smile. “You want to come all over your Sirs face again or should I fuck it out of you?”
Giggling and gasping, I replied, “Both, but your face will do, too.”
Smiling, he fucked me for a few more seconds before climbing off me and burying his face between my legs once more. He didn’t get just one more orgasm out of me, but two. I was on my knees immediately after, rolling the condom off his cock. Taking him in my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair. He fucked my face and it wasn’t long before he flooded my mouth.
Rolling over to my back, his body hovered over mine, his image upside down. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. Even misaligned, his kisses stole another part of me. His hands found my tender nipples and tweaked them as we continued kissing.
“Come on. Shower time.”
Closing my eyes, I nodded. Helping me from the bed, I followed him into the bathroom, my nightie discarded. The warm water flowed over us just like our hands did. Slowly, delicately, no spot was left untouched. He showered quickly and left me to finish my routine. He’d mentioned he had a morning meeting and I tried to smile. Finishing up, when I emerged from the bathroom he was already fully dressed.
“I got late checkout if you want to stay and hang out. But I need to get going.”
I felt that tickle in my nose and then the pressure behind my eyes. No fucking crying, Meredith. Smiling, I sucked back the emotions threatening to ruin everything and just nodded.
“I doubt I’ll stay. I have things to do, too.” He held up the leather paddles and I knew what he was asking. Shaking my head, I said, “I got them for you... To use on me.”
Grinning, he confirmed, “I know that.”
“You take them. They’re yours.”
Smiling, he walked over to me and kissed me. “I had a great time. Drive safe.”
“Me, too. I will. Please do the same."
Placing the paddles in his suitcase, he then picked it up and headed for the door. Turning to smile at me, he said, “I’ll email you.” I just nodded.
The door slammed and my heart left w
ith him. Gutted, I sat on the bed as the tears fell. What the hell was I doing? Why was I so upset? I knew full well what this was and that in the morning it’d be over... until the next time. Would there be a next time? Why could I never stop thinking every time would end up being the last?
I seriously contemplated crawling into the bed and letting the sobs take over. There was time if I wanted it. NO! I wouldn’t do it. Slapping the tears away, I got up and packed my bag. After getting dressed, I did another sweep of the room to make sure neither of us forgot anything. And there it was. His jacket. Pulling it from the chair, I clutched in between my hands and then raised it to my face.
Inhaling deeply, it smelled like him. Not that I expected it to smell like anyone else. Looking to the clock, I knew he was long gone. The pockets were empty so I knew he had everything he needed. Shoving it into my suitcase, I decided to email him that I had it.
TO: [email protected]
10:38 AM
Subject: Jacket
You forgot your jacket. I’ll take it and give it you when I see you again.
Thank you again for a wonderful night.
TO: [email protected]
10:40 AM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Shit! Ok. I’ll figure something out.
Thank you.
Drive safe! :)
I sighed. I don’t know that I expected him to say anything more, but it was clear when we were in the shower that he’d gone back into work mode. Grabbing my purse and suitcase, I made my way out. Sliding the key card into my purse, I walked to my car.
Before I pulled into traffic, I called Tami to check in.
“Hey. I’m heading home.”
“That’s sooner than I figured.”
Sighing, “He has a meeting, or so he says.”
She caught on and asked, “You ok?”
“Yes. It’s silly. I know.” I took a deep breath. “Just the usual feelings of loss and wonder. If that makes any sense.”
“Yes, it makes sense. Drive safe. The kids are all at school and I just got home.”
“Ok. Thank you again.”
“No problem. Call me if you need me!”
“Will do.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
FEEL ME
ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES after I was on the freeway, a song I’d never heard before came on. The lyrics were like a punch to the gut. Feel Me by Mecca Kalani sang her melancholy song as I digested the words. It was all just a fairytale, Gregor and I. But one thing I knew he did well was feel me. I added the song to my Gregor playlist and listened to it over and over.
I decided to stop and do some shopping on the drive home. I’d spent the first half of the drive, wiping at tears, laughing, and smiling. I was a hot fucking mess. I knew he’d be checking in to make sure I got home safe, so I took a preemptive strike and emailed him.
TO: [email protected]
12:49 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Stopping to do some Christmas shopping. Then home.
TO: [email protected]
12:55 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Do they have red furry, thick leather paddles there...? :)
Thanks again for the presents even if they were self-predicated...
TO: [email protected]
12:59 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Lol. Thinking not. I’m glad you liked them. I enjoyed the smile on your face when you opened them and can imagine the smile upon using them...
No response came. I finished my shopping and then headed home. Unpacking, I changed my clothes and hung his jacket up under some of mine. I took a mental note to put it in my car so I could give it back to him when I saw him next. Of course, we both knew and had discussed that we may not see each other until after the New Year. Groaning, I did not want to think about that.
I didn’t hear from him the rest of the day, but in typical fashion he emailed as I crawled into bed. I was beginning to really wonder if he had some mystical powers that told him when I was in bed and thinking of him.
TO: [email protected]
11:27 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Hope you sleep well tonight... :)
Smiling, I started my reply and hoped he was right.
TO: [email protected]
11:30 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Right back at you. Body aches in a good way, like I was riding a horse or something. LOL. And I think my tits are hickey marked worse than my ass! :)
Later the next day I emailed him, not having heard back from him.
TO: [email protected]
2:17 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Thought you’d like to know that every time I sit down my thighs, ass, and hips holler at me!
No reply came until that night after the kids were in bed.
TO: [email protected]
9:36 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Hope you are still getting nice reminders every time you sit. :)
TO: [email protected]
9:39 PM
Subject: Re: Jacket
Reminders are ever constant. I have a drink in hand and heating pad on my back. Hope you have some reminders, too.
Almost a week passed. The emails continued, but I had yet to see him. His jacket still hung underneath mine on my side of the closet. I was always good after seeing him...for about a day or two. Then the craving started to build again. I’d never been a drug user until him, Gregor now my drug of choice. He was an addiction I didn’t know I’d ever be able to kick. When the craving peaked, I’d grow irritable and start searching for something to curb it, but nothing worked. Chocolate, snacks both salty and sweet, masturbating, alcohol, coffee, hell, I’d tried cigarettes, too. Nothing helped.
The big school fundraiser was this coming weekend. My stress level was almost at max capacity. Todd was able to come home on Thursday, knowing the fundraiser would need my complete attention on Friday. Something I hadn’t relayed to Gregor.
That morning, I packed a small bag, grabbed my dress, and headed to the banquet hall for final preparations. Todd was going to get the kids off the bus and then we had a sitter coming to watch them so he could join me. I told him he didn’t need to come knowing I’d be unable to pay him much attention, but he’d insisted on coming.
I knew that Gregor would be there and the odds were pretty high that we’d run into one another. He’d said he wasn’t sure if his wife would be there or not, as she was always tied up with hospital politics.
I spent the day running around, making sure everything was perfectly done to my specifications. An hour before the event was due to start, I rushed into the bathroom and started to get ready. Emerging twenty minutes later in a dress with my hair and makeup done, I started greeting fellow parents.
I was distracted with friends, laughing and drinking when a chill ran up my back. Slowly, I turned and discreetly ran my eyes over the surrounding throngs of people. His dark blue eyes met my light ones and he smiled at me. I couldn’t help but let my lips turn up and then they immediately dropped. Reality hit me like a punch to the gut. A petite woman sidled up next to him and slid her hand in his. The wife. Amy. Closing my eyes, I looked away, but not before I saw him turn and whisper something in her ear.
My stomach churned.
I’d already gotten a phone number for a divorce attorney, unbeknownst to Gregor and Todd. I wasn’t naive. I wasn’t seeking advice from an attorney about divorce with the expectation that Gregor would leave his wife. I was doing it because I couldn’t pretend with Todd anymore. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I needed to know my options. Gregor might be content to pretend with his life, but I wasn’t built that way. And there was a good chance that if I divorced Todd, Gregor might pull away from me too. It was a big mess, but I had to do what was right for me and my kids.
“Excuse me.” Trying to put on a happy
face and hurried off to the bathroom.
I found it empty and locked myself in a stall. Fanning my eyes, I refused to let myself cry. I felt like I was hiding a mountain of shit. And while that was true in regards to Todd, and for obvious reasons, I felt guilty about Gregor and that he didn’t know I was contemplating divorce. It was ridiculous.
After a moment, I checked my makeup, and left the restroom. When I opened the door I saw him immediately. He was standing in the corner across the hall and nodded toward me. He wanted to talk. He was pushing it and I didn’t care. When he saw that I was heading his way he continued walking so that I would follow him.
“Mer, there you are.” Todd.
My fists clenched in response to his intervention. “Hey. Just had to use the restroom.”
Todd stepped between Gregor and me, unknowing, and escorted me back to the party. My eyes drifted back to Gregor, who now stood no more than ten feet away, eyes staring after me. What did he expect me to do? Then Todd’s hand came over the small of my back and I swear I saw Gregor’s own fists clench. He looked angry. What the hell did he have to be angry about?
As the night progressed, the auction was over and music played. Some couples danced, but most socialized over drinks. His eyes met mine from across the room, that devilish smile occupying his face as he gazed at me. I smiled and let out a breath before pulling my eyes away from his. In a room full of so many people—people we knew—we couldn’t afford for the wrong person to witness our exchange.
The last thing we needed was to draw attention to ourselves. Of course, we were adults and had conducted ourselves as such. People would think what they wanted no matter how well we behaved in public. And how we behaved in private was for us to know and them to wonder.
Later that night I found myself alone in the banquet hall kitchen. I needed a moment of silence. But I wasn’t alone for long.