by Lauren Wood
“I know I have been talking crazy. You don’t have to worry about me. My life is far better now that I have met you. I don’t pretend to have feelings for you. That would be foolish. I do have a debt to repay and I always make good.” He was being purposely vague.
I let him hobble out the door without questioning him further. He had a purpose. I was worried what his newfound recovery was going to make him do to retaliate against those who left him to rot in a Cambodian prison for five years. I probably would’ve had revenge in my heart and want nothing more than to exact my pound of flesh.
Steven had not paid the price in the same way. He was never imprisoned or tortured until he broke under the pressure. Jamison had told me some of the details trying to get it off his chest. It was the best way to take the power away from his ordeal.
“I don’t know what the holdup is, but my patience is wearing thin.” I gave a nonverbal cue to the security guard to make sure he knew I had everything in hand.
“I apologize for the delay, Steven. It was unavoidable. You won’t be billed for this session. I know the military in their infinite wisdom has signed off on your treatment. I didn’t have to do much convincing to make them foot the expense.” He was reluctant to take off the glove and was pacing the floor wearing a hole in my blue faded carpeting.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but I need to see what I’m working with.” I was trying to be impartial, but his body was permanently burned into my memory.
“I can’t bring myself to take it off. You do it for me and I will turn away.” I took a hold of the leather glove and peeled it from his hands 1 inch at a time. It reminded me of how I had done the same with his underwear that night.
“I have your file on hand and I believe I can help you, but it will take time. Try and move any of the five fingers as much as you can.” I remembered how he moved underneath me and what his hands could do when properly motivated.
He wiggled his index finger and his little finger, but the rest was immobile. He was cursing a blue streak underneath his breath with the effort. I had to make him a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep.
“Don’t say that you can help when you can’t. I’ve been to several specialists and some of them say it’s all in my head. Can you believe they have the unmitigated gall to tell me that it’s psychological?” It was physical, but in order for him to recover, he was going to have to tackle his mental block.
He was wearing blue jeans with black combat boots and an open black shirt with a green army tee shirt underneath. His hair was in tangles and didn’t look like he had put a brush through it in days. He had a few days’ growth of beard making him look frantic and disheveled.
My green scrubs were covered with a white lab coat, but having him in my presence excited those distant memories in the back of my mind.
Touching his hand brought with it the way that he hammered his hips in between my thighs with his hands holding me down. Nothing had stopped us from expressing ourselves physically under the influence of whatever liquid fire was consumed from the bottle.
“It might be partially psychological, but the rest is physical. I hope your sister mentioned going into therapy or maybe a support group. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you’re not the only one hurting. You can use their strength to fight back against overwhelming odds. We will start with a few exercises to limber up those digits.” I curled his hand around a ball, but he wasn’t able to hold it.
I wasn’t one to give up easily. I made him do it several times even when he was ready to give up. It was all about muscle memory. I had to retrain his mind and his body to work together. They were fighting each other. Surgery was possible, but I didn’t believe it was going to come down to that.
“I don’t want some shrink to know classified information. What I know has to go to my grave without telling a single soul. The military brass has a specific support group for men of my caliber. You are a slave driver. It’s no wonder you haven’t been able to nail down a man.” I wanted to slap him for his lack of tact.
I had to remind myself there was the big possibility he had no idea of our physical interaction. I remembered for the two of us. No man before him had been able to make me moan with that volume. We had people in the next rooms pounding on the wall of the seedy motel asking us to bring down the decibel.
I was behind him and I couldn’t help but look at him with a more personal desire. Two months and I could still feel the way that his fingers moved down my spine to play it like a xylophone. He had the magic touch and knew what buttons to push to make me squeal in submission.
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ve had one man who has climbed head and shoulders above the others. He was a machine and had me clawing his back with my fingernails leaving my mark. You really don’t want to hear about my extraordinary love life. That man had everything going for him. He wasn’t selfish about his own needs. I lost count how many times I came underneath his experienced fingers and tongue.” I had his attention and he was absorbing every word I was saying.
I could see a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it didn’t remain for long. He touched my cheek and I closed my eyes to the feel of his fingers on my delicate skin.
“You have always deserved the world. I’m glad he made you feel that way. I had an experience similar to the one you had. I was scheduled to ship out the next day. She was the one to talk to me.” I could still hear his slurred words and the line he used to try to get into my pants.
I was moving his fingers back and forth and I thought I saw an involuntary twitch of his thumb. I was careful not to make mention of it in case it was an optical illusion.
“I would really like to hear more. I’ve been friends with your family for quite some time and I feel that I have a personal connection. Let me be a sounding board for those feelings you don’t want to talk about. This woman must’ve been something special. Don’t tell me that she was an anonymous fling and never thought about again.” I was directing him and hoping that the next few words out of his mouth weren’t going to make me want to kick him where the sun didn’t shine.
“I was nervous about my deployment. I found courage at the bottom of a tequila bottle. She was very kind, but I don’t remember much about the conversation. I do recall the purple sweater. Her face was a blur, but her body is something I will never forget. She was insatiable and knew tricks that would make a grown man fall on his sword of fidelity. I thought she was a high priced escort, but the discussion of money never came up.” He had equated his time with me to the professional services of those that were paid by the hour.
“I think we need to explore these feelings a little deeper. Dinner is on me tomorrow night after our session. I know this quaint pizza place that offers it by the slice. They have different kinds. They pride themselves on delivering tastes from around the world. If my memory serves me, I do believe you have a bit of a guilty obsession when it comes to pizza.” He was looking at me strangely and I didn’t want him to uncover the truth easily.
“I would like to try this new place with you. You don’t have to talk me into it. I’m not sure how much talking we’re going to do with our mouth occupied. I can eat a whole pizza with my metabolism burning it off.” He was built like nobody’s business but I wanted to rip off his clothes.
I wanted to throw him down on the massage table to release what was building up inside of him. I could see there was one in the chamber ready to go off with the slightest provocation. I had no idea what experience he had in the military. Did he have the chance to experience the local cuisine? Did he take the risk of making friends with those of impressionable values?
“I’ve been known to polish off a pizza pie from time to time. You might have met your match. I can drink anybody under the table. I pride myself on my competitive spirit. I’m not going to let you win to spare your ego.” I had him screaming bloody murder and was enjoying the sickening display of my revenge.
“I’m glad we are friends. Anybody else doi
ng this would’ve gotten a fat lip by now. I’ve had my other fist ready to go from the moment you started working on me. You have no idea what kind of willpower it took to keep from showing you my other side.” I wasn’t gentle and I might have pushed him a little further than I usually did in the first session.
His eyes were the windows to the soul. One look and I felt weak in the knees. There was nothing more to do other than wait for him to return the next day. I was hoping in the time away that his memory would rekindle those thoughts of my body in the throes of passion. He didn’t have to know my face, but I wanted him to recall the little things about my body. I wanted him to open his eyes when he finally saw me revealed in all my glory.
“I think you’ll find that swinging your fist in anger will only land you on the floor looking up at me. I wouldn’t test me and others have tried and were never quite the same again. I don’t have to warn you. I could let nature take its course and embarrass you.” He wasn’t sure how to take my last statement, but I was hoping that he would try his luck and find out where it was going to get him.
He left, but I had come very close to screaming that he was going to be a father. I don’t know what stopped me. I needed to see how the next few days progressed. Getting physical was going to be next to impossible.
Chapter Three
The next few days gave him a chance to see the woman underneath the phenomenal sex we had. I tested his resolve and pushed him past the point of no return several times during our sessions. The stress on his shoulders had been alleviated from the physical exertion and psychological conditioning from his therapist.
We always ended the session the same way by going to the pizza place and sampling new and different flavors to tantalize our appetite. He was sitting across from me with a bit of tomato sauce clinging to the outside of his lip. I plucked it with a finger and he grabbed my wrist with his mouth occupying the space where the sauce was.
“I know this might be a breach of your ethics, but I want to show you my gratitude. We’ve been dancing around this subject. I am through playing with kid gloves.” He sucked my finger deep into his mouth and the feeling of his tongue circling around it was sending signals to another part of my anatomy.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea to mix business with pleasure.” I was protesting, but my body was betraying my better judgment.
The Greek flavors were nothing compared to the sexual scent wafting in the air. I got up with a heady rush of emotions to my head.
“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t keep denying me what we both want. It’s been written across your face from the moment I came to see you.” He was rather forceful.
I released his grip by using a technique I had learned in my martial art class by pulling straight down.
“We both need to cool off. I will be back in a few minutes and I do hope that you can control yourself in that time. I know you consider yourself an apex predator. I don’t want to be another victim. Sex means more to me than a romp in the sheets. You have other ideas when it comes to physical gratification.” I was fanning myself on the way back to the bathroom with my leather purple skirt sticking to my thighs.
The dainty pink panties underneath were already soaking wet. It was a little uncomfortable, but I was ready to persevere without doing anything about the heat between us.
I was bent over at the sink with water splashing against my face. I felt somebody bump into me, but it wasn’t of the female variety. I was a little annoyed by this man’s presumption to walk into the ladies room uninvited. I glanced up to the mirror and found my benefactor quite pleasing to the naked eye.
“I thought about what you said. I was on my way back to the bathroom to freshen up when my body had other ideas.” His level of excitement had broadened my horizons to try something out of character.
“Standing there acting like a Neanderthal isn’t going to make me fall head over heels in love with you. It does make me yearn for the pleasure that can be had by your hand. Get down on your knees. That incredulous look isn’t going to make me succumb. I’ll tell you one more time to get down on your knees or you can leave and close the door behind you on your way out.” I wanted this one on one time to experience a small taste of what he had given me that night.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give a woman what they want. It would be my pleasure to service you with more than words.” His hot hands on my posterior had me looking at my reflection completely bewildered by my actions.
The door wasn’t locked and the possibility was pretty damn good somebody could walk in and discover us. The excitement of this public display was hard to ignore. My skirt was creeping up along my bubble butt. He was tugging my panties with his teeth to expose me. His half-hearted attempt to tickle those lips with his tongue was met with a resounding smack of my ass against his face.
“I want to smother you in my hot embrace. You’re going to drown in my healthy discharge. I can cum pretty damn heavy when I am properly satisfied.” In the archive of my mind, I was reliving the way that he couldn’t get enough of my body in the hotel room.
He was lapping noisily not the least bit embarrassed about getting caught. I reached back and pushed on the back of his head to make him my prisoner. I was wiggling and biting my bottom lip in an effort to keep back the obvious pleasure that he was inflicting on me.
The smell of antiseptic in the air was overshadowed by the smell of sex powerful enough to hit somebody like a ton of bricks when they walked through the door.
“Are you sure there isn’t something you want to say to me? Think about it and get back to me. Right now, you are currently preoccupied with something more important. You need to make me explode and drink from the well of my desire.” My panties were wedged up between the cheeks of my ass.
He was purposely rubbing them back and forth through the lips and over my clit to get this deep and resounding moan from my mouth. My thighs were quaking and my nipples were cutting a swatch through my sheer blouse.
“I knew you were good, but you have certainly learned a thing or two. I hope you can keep up. My sexual stamina rivals that of a man. I will tell you when you’re not making the cut.” I slapped my hands down on the counter and stared at the reflection of a woman about to blow.
I was still in my heels with my long legs giving him ideas of what heaven was all about. He was running his hands up and down my legs enticing a different signal to erupt in between my ears. The most stimulating sex happened inside the brain. The fantasy of being with him again after all this time was building like a dam inside me.
“I know you know what’s going to happen next. Don’t let it. Be more aware of what kind of pleasure you can give me by denying me what I want the most. A climax is nothing more than a fleeting moment of pleasure. You can make it different and more explosive by keeping me hanging precariously over the edge.” I thought he wasn’t listening, but then he stopped right when I was closer than I had ever been.
The only thing I needed to do was touch my clit for one moment and the rest was mere foreplay. Steven had a special knowledge about my body that his tongue was getting intimately acquainted with. I worked his tongue in a circle touching parts of my body that very rarely got that kind of attention.
My fingernails were gripping the counter and the music in my head was getting louder by the second. It culminated with his hands slapping my bare ass on each cheek. He left his indelible mark with his hand print emblazoned on my skin.
I had never squirted in my life, but there was always the first time for everything. I pushed back to get his tongue deeper with the fluttering sensation sending shock waves of pleasure up and down my lower extremities. I gave into temptation and I wasn’t looking back to see my lover’s eyes.
My arms gave out and I cracked my chin against the counter. I knew I chipped a tooth, but the pain was nothing when the pleasure was washing over me in an endless display of his oral technique.
I actually bit my tongue and was going
to need some dental work to fill in the gap between my front teeth. I turned and pushed him back with the heel of my shoe digging into his chest. One of his buttons broke underneath the stiletto.
“If you wanted me to take off my shirt then all you had to do was ask.” I had a confession to make, but my dream of a happily ever after was misguided.
“I’m quite content seeing you on your knees begging for relief.” There was a trail of my sticky syrup clinging to the inside of my thighs.
“You should let me clean that up for you.” He was tenacious and had the sexual appetite of a Bengal tiger.
“I know if I let you that you will try to convince me to do other things. I’m going to take the risk because my body and my mind are fighting with one another at the moment. They agree on one thing that pleasure is something no mere mortal should refrain from enjoying.” I put one leg up giving him room to maneuver underneath me with his mouth wide open in surrender to my healthy libido.
“I promise you won’t regret this. I’ve been responsible for putting smiles on women’s faces from the moment that I was 16 and old enough to be taught by an older woman. She gave me lessons to prepare me for the real world of sexual delights.” Those lessons had proven to be valuable in the real world.
“You’ve already changed my mind about the selfishness of man. I’ve already climaxed, but I want more of what you can give me. We should take this into one of the stalls, but I really don’t want to.” The flag of his approval was at full mast between his legs.
He buried his tongue in the tight enclosure of my sex. It was a wonder that I was even able to stand on one leg with the other one poised on the stall door across from me. This was exactly how he had started his campaign of seduction on that night. It was the one department that he excelled in better than most men. There were nights I couldn’t get to sleep without thinking about him and using my finger to satisfy those insatiable yearnings.