by Helena Stone
He wetted his finger and picked the last specks of crumb and sauce off his plate. With a soft groan he sucked the treat off his finger, glancing at the others as they burst out laughing.
“What? Good food is a close second to mind-blowing sex.”
“Thank you.” Heather had a huge grin on her face but also a slight blush.
“You made this?”
“I did.” Heather smiled. “I have a thing about desserts. I love creating them almost as much as I love eating them.”
“Please tell me you’ll teach Amber how to make this. If I never eat anything else, I’ll be a happy man.”
“Of course, if Amber wants to learn.”
She glanced at the redhead, who nodded her head enthusiastically. She’d enjoy spending an afternoon cooking with Amber. Sharing the result of their efforts with these two men afterwards would be even better.
“Irish coffee, anyone?”
Jason’s suggestion met with unanimous approval and Heather watched him as he got up and walked to the counter separating the kitchen from the rest of the living space. She loved looking at him. He was such a beautiful man. Tall and muscled, he radiated both strength and gracefulness. She adored the unruliness of his dark hair. The little specks of gray took nothing away from the picture. If anything they made him more attractive, more refined looking.
He placed four glasses on the counter and put a spoonful of dark brown sugar in each. The Jameson’s glowed golden in the low light. As soon as the hot coffee hit the alcohol, the powerful smell of hot whiskey filled the room and Heather felt her mouth water. Soft cream on top and the Irish coffees were done.
This evening had been filled with light-hearted fun. She’d been afraid they’d spend the evening bellyaching about the weekend and Rogan, but they hadn’t talked about anything specific at all. Friendly chat, jokes and playful teasing had kept things relaxed and comfortable. She’d missed this. It had been too long since she’d just enjoyed time with friends. She was ready to join the rest of the world again. The party would be the perfect opportunity to reconnect with people she’d neglected for far too long.
Oh. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed Jason’s return to the table or the moment he put her glass in front of her. His hand on her thigh, brushing her skin and moving up brought her back to the present in a flash. It also re-enforced all the pent-up lust still lingering after their encounter in his office. When his finger brushed against her panties she couldn’t suppress a shudder. She glanced at his face and saw the wicked grin. He knew exactly what he did to her, building her need, driving her crazy. His wink seemed to indicate he also realized she loved it. The tension in her body and the constant wetness between her legs thrilled her. How could something this frustrating feel so good?
“I’m sorry?” She’d completely missed Hector’s question.
“I was asking”—his grin was knowing—“what kept you and Jason apart the first time you met?”
Heather turned her head and looked at Jason. Did he want her to answer this question? Do it himself? The slight nod of his head gave her permission.
“I’m not sure.” She thought back. Twenty years ago. She’d been so innocent back then. “No, I do know. At least, I know what made me keep my distance.”
She glanced at Jason again. He smiled, apparently happy for her to continue.
“I was too young back then. I knew next to nothing about sex and intimacy.” Talking about it brought the feelings back. “I was attracted to Jason from the moment I first saw him, but he was too intense, too dangerous for me. I don’t know how or why, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to be who or what he needed.”
Soft laughter escaped before she could stop it. The three questioning faces made it clear she’d have to explain.
“I knew I’d made the right decision when I heard him and Moira one afternoon. It was toward the end of our holiday. I’d left Rick in town and returned alone, hoping to take a nap. When I walked into our cottage I heard noises coming from Moira’s room. They were intriguing.”
Jason’s hand got more active on her leg, his fingers drawing circles on her skin, brushing against her underwear with more force, increasing her need.
“Go on, Heather.”
“It scared me at first. I heard slaps and Moira made all sorts of noises I couldn’t identify.”
The memory got more vivid as she talked. At first she’d thought Moira might be in trouble. It had sounded like Jason might be abusing her. She’d been half way across the room, fully prepared to burst in on them and put a stop to whatever Jason might be doing, when she’d heard Moira begging for more.
“The need in her voice made me stop and just listen. I knew I should turn around and leave but couldn’t make my feet move. The combination of slaps and moans held me captive.”
They had more than intrigued her if she was honest. They’d made her hot. She’d been surprised when her nipples hardened as a result of the sounds. She’d felt her vagina get wet and swollen and hadn’t been able to stop herself from touching the ever increasing heat. She’d been wet and hot before of course, but never like this. The moment she’d touched herself a need had been awakened. The need had grown and refused to be ignored as she’d listened to Moira begging to be fucked. Heather had continued touching herself as Jason gave Moira exactly what she wanted. She’d rubbed her clit until her own moans mingled with Moira’s. The combination of the sounds from the bedroom, the danger of being discovered and her growing need, had brought her to a quick and hard orgasm.
She had no intention of sharing that particular detail right now.
“I needed to meet Darren and explore my sexuality with him before I could even begin to understand what I’d been listening to and why it had such an effect on me.” She thought for a moment. “I wasn’t ready for anything as extreme and adventurous at the time and I’m sure Jason knew that.”
It was a relief when Hector and Amber’s scrutiny switched from her to Jason. And she was rather curious to find out what it had been like for him.
“She’s right.”
The look of disappointment on Jason’s face took her by surprise.
“I was attracted to Heather from the first moment I saw her but knew she wasn’t ready for everything I wanted and needed. Moira, on the other hand? Let’s just say the girl was up for anything.”
For a moment his gaze turned distant, as if he could see things invisible to the others.
“I wasn’t sure what I wanted back then, but knew it was more than a sweet summer romance, more than Heather would be able to give me.”
The smile he directed at her was filled with so much affection it made her heart jump.
“It’s hard to believe now, but back then she was innocence personified. The afternoon we spent kissing, enjoyable as it was, confirmed that.” His face turned thoughtful. “If I’d known how things would turn out for her, I might have pushed. But I didn’t know and that’s probably just as well. I was too inexperienced. I could have spoiled the experience for her, might have put her off for life.”
She saw the question in his eyes and answered before thinking about it.
“Chances are, you would have. I didn’t just jump into BDSM with Darren. We were together for months before he introduced the idea to me.”
She smiled at the memory. “We’d played some games before he got more serious about instructing me. He’d given me some books to read and we’d recreate scenarios from those stories. We were together for a year before we became serious about dominance and submission.”
By then she’d been ready for it. She’d wanted nothing more than to give her heart, her body, her mind and her soul to Darren. She had, and she’d received his in return. Her heart clenched. It wasn’t the pain of loss, not exactly. No, she mourned something special she’d never get back in the exact same form although she now knew she hadn’t completely lost it either.
“You okay?” Jason’s voice was filled with concern.
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bsp; “Yes, I am.” She smiled at him. “It’s a strong and precious memory. I’m still getting used to the idea that I will never have that connection with Darren again.”
She saw the concern on his face and searched desperately for the words to explain what she meant.
“But I realize how blessed I am to have those memories. And I’m blessed I’m now discovering that losing Darren didn’t mean losing the opportunity to create new ones as well.”
“You wouldn’t know what happened to Moira, would you?”
She was grateful Jason changed the subject. All the soul-searching was getting tiresome.
“I do. She went to Australia not long afterwards. We lost contact for a while but recently found each other again on Facebook. She’s been in a committed relationship for the past fifteen years.” Heather smirked. “Would you be surprised to hear both she and her partner are switches?”
Jason shook his head. “Not surprised at all. She was constantly trying to wrestle control away from me in Wexford.”
The sound of a chair scraping across the floor put an end to their almost private reminiscence.
“I think it’s time for me to get my sub back home.” Hector smiled as he held out his hand to Amber and helped her out of her chair. “I think we’ll get some practice in before our performances this weekend. What do you say, girl?”
Heather could see the heat flaring in Amber’s eyes and felt a similar response in her own body.
“Ready when you are, Sir. After all”—Amber grinned—“practice makes perfect.”
Pure adoration glowed in Hector’s eyes. “Since you’re perfection personified, my darling, maybe we should stop calling it practice.”
The blush looked charming on Amber although she couldn’t keep the naughty tone out of her voice. “I don’t care what you call it, Sir. But please don’t ever stop.”
Laughter filled the room. This had been a perfect evening. Jason had started her on the road back to herself. She’d found friends in Amber and Hector. For the first time in eighteen months, Heather believed life didn’t just go on, it also provided unexpected but very welcome surprises.
* * * *
“Are you sure you’re all right?” He looked at her face. Despite his plans to keep the evening light, the conversation had gotten deep and personal. He worried it might have been too much for Heather. He was fine with the way their sexual relationship was developing, although fine didn’t quite capture the depth of his feelings. He wasn’t sure how to deal with her memories though. He had no idea if being reminded of her past with the man she’d loved and lost made things easier or harder for Heather
“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t mind being reminded of Darren and my life with him, Jason. They’re good memories and I’ll always have them.” Her smile was bright.
“I’m lucky to have so many things to treasure in my past. And now, with you”—her touch was soft against his cheek—“I’m blessed to have this opportunity to discover delight all over again.”
She shook her head as if surprised by her own words.
“I’m more than all right, Jason. With you I’m good, happy.”
He studied her face, not quite able to believe it could be as easy as she made it sound. He didn’t see any doubt. She lowered her gaze as he stared at her but not before he’d recognized the need in her eyes, her willingness to submit. He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Good because I want you.”
Hunger flared in her eyes.
“What?” He wanted to hear her say it, ask for it.
“I want you too, Sir.”
There it was again. One little word was all it took to push him forward. He smiled as he remembered how he’d left her all hot and bothered earlier. God, that had been a rush. Her mouth on his cock had been heaven but leaving her all needy afterwards and her unquestioning acceptance of his decision, had felt like coming home.
“Feeling needy, girl?”
She tried to drop her gaze again but he forced her chin up and enjoyed the blush creeping up her cheeks. He knew she was hot for him, of course. He’d been touching her leg and panties for at least an hour and had found and cherished the wetness. Still, he needed to hear her say it.
“Very needy, Sir.”
“For what?” He whispered the question.
“For you, Sir.” Her answer was just as soft.
“Good girl.”
He took her hand and led her past his bedroom to the door at the end of the hallway.
“Through there is my private dungeon.” He studied her face but saw nothing to indicate fear or hesitation. “You think you’re ready to play in there?”
He heard her breathing change, saw her pupils darken. Her lips moved but no sound escaped.
“What’s that?”
The answer was rushed and breathy. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”
He wanted to laugh and cheer but kept his face smooth. “That’s my girl. I want you to go inside, undress and wait for me. I’ll join you when I’m ready.”
Jason let go of her hand and watched as she opened the door, looked around his well-equipped playroom and walked in, before turning and entering his bedroom. Tonight he’d allow himself to go into full Dom mode. All the signs indicated she wanted to submit to him as badly as he wanted her to surrender. If he was right, tonight would be a magical experience for both of them.
He smiled wryly when he opened his wardrobe. All his Dom attire had somehow ended up on the far left of the rail. It had been over a month since he’d last donned his leathers and they’d literally gotten pushed to the sidelines. Not anymore though. His fingers trailed over the trousers, enjoying the feel of leather. Well-worn and good quality, they were soft to the touch. He picked his favorite pair with buttons on the fly rather than a zip. Great fun when fingers get clumsy and my cock is hard.
Pulling the trousers up felt like coming home after a long absence. Just the sensation of the cool material against his legs and the grip it had on his buttocks when he closed the buttons had his cock hardening. He thought about Heather. How would she react to him in his leathers? How had she decided to wait for him? Would she be kneeling? Was she nervous? Had he made her wait long enough? He wanted her anticipating his arrival. Seeing her slightly on edge would be good.
Jason wasn’t worried she’d have second thoughts. He was sure she needed and wanted this as much as he did. But it had been a while for her and allowing her to get too nervous while waiting wouldn’t serve any purpose.
He glanced at himself in the mirror and smiled. Oh yes, I’m back. He was ready. He wanted this. He needed this with Heather. Tonight both of them were going to fly.
He forced himself to take his time walking back to his dungeon, to have patience as he opened the door. His breath caught. God, she was beautiful. She looked like she belonged here. Naked, on her knees in the middle of the room, with her legs apart, her hands on her thighs and her gaze on the floor, she had become submission personified. He saw the slight tensing of her muscles as the door hit the wall and admired her restraint when she didn’t look up or flinch.
Staying silent, he walked across the room. His pant leg brushed her arm when he walked past her. Her shudder sent a thrill of delight through his body. His dungeon wasn’t overly equipped. After all, he had everything a Dom could wish for a few floors down. He opened a drawer in the large oak cabinet, made from the same wood as the bench he had plans for and the four-poster bed, and selected his favorite items.
He turned around and took the time to just look at the beauty kneeling in the middle of his dungeon. Her skin glowed in the soft light dispersed by the multitude of tiny bulbs in the ceiling. She hadn’t moved at all. Her back was straight—the honey-colored curls streaming down toward her glorious buttocks.
He walked back, stopping behind Heather, and put his chosen items on the small table, just out of her sight, before circling around her, admiring every inch of her body. She stayed still. Her head didn’t move to track him a
s he walked. Her body was relaxed. He stopped walking when he was behind her again and listened to her heavy breathing.
“Beautiful girl.”
He stroked her hair, using his fingers to massage her scalp and loved the sound of her breath catching.
“Tell me. Did you like waiting for me? Did you imagine what I might do to you tonight? Did it make you hot?” He waited. “Answer me, beautiful. Nodding your head is not enough.” He paused before fisting his fingers and pulling her head back by her soft hair. “When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Unless I tell you differently, I never want you to be quiet. Do you understand?”
Her gasp when he emphasized his question with another tug on her hair went straight to his already rock-hard cock.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” She swallowed. “And yes, I’m hot and curious and—” She hesitated. “Also nervous.”
“That’s my girl. Now tell me, why are you nervous?”
He completely understood why she shook her head. It had to be difficult to articulate everything going through her mind right now, to verbalize all her feelings.
“I’m not sure. It’s been so long. I don’t know what to expect.”
Her voice trailed off and he had to strain to hear the rest.
“I want it so badly it scares me.”
He crouched down behind her, catching her body between his thighs. “What do you want, Heather?” He whispered the question because he didn’t want her to know how desperately he wanted to hear the answer.
“I don’t know. Everything.” The words rushed out of her mouth. “I want to lose myself. I need to surrender.”
He noticed the hesitation. “Tell me everything, Heather. No holding back.”
She had to force the words. “I want you. I need to surrender to you.”
Triumph and exhilaration filled him. “Yes, you do. And you will. Tonight you’re mine.”
Jason picked up the blindfold. It was soft and completely lightproof. She would be lost in the dark.
“Let’s see how much you really trust me.” He covered her eyes and secured the mask. Her sharp intake of breath was his reward. “How do you feel, Heather?”