Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  “I don’t care where we go, but we’re talking. Nothing else.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she shook her head. “I don’t mind. Really, is she all right?”

  “She’s just in a bad place. I’m trying to help, but I don’t know if I can do it.” He stepped out from between her thighs and leaned against the wall next to her.

  “Why? What’s the problem?”

  “I can’t really go into with you. Let’s just say her past is catching up with her, and I’m in the middle.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Jonathan, look at me.” He turned his head toward her. “I know you care about her, in fact, I know you love her. It’s obvious.”

  Jonathan gasped. “I—I do, but we can never be together like that, we don’t work as a couple.”

  “I know, I get it, and you’re both pretty adamant about that, but I get a feeling you’re going to do what you can to help her. You’re not the kind of guy to walk away from someone you care about.” She ran her hand through his hair, his eyes closed, and he stopped a moan before it could escape.

  He thought about what she said for a moment, and slowly nodded. “You’re right.”

  “I know, and maybe one day you can explain it all to me. I’d like to understand; your past, present, and future.” She continued to drag her fingers along his scalp.

  “She’s my past, you’re my present, and I hope you’ll both be a part of my future, in different roles, of course.”

  “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” She grinned. “I just want to know more about you. It’s apparent that she’s a huge part of you, so naturally I’m curious, but I respect you enough not to badger you if you don’t want to discuss it.” She started to lower her hand and he reached for her arm, stopping her. She chuckled softly, and continued stroking his hair.

  “I don’t mind talking about her. We’ve known each other since we were very young. Elementary school is when her brother, Jake and I hit it off. We were the best of buds and nothing could separate us.” His lips pulled into a smile at the memory of doing everything with Jake, but then the smile faded away. “I had a crappy upbringing, but if it weren’t for their parents, it would have been a whole lot worse. I love them as my own family, each and every one of them. Did you know Jake and Roxi are twins?” She shook her head and he laughed at the surprised look on her face, not many people knew they were twins. “Not identical, but I’m sure you figured that out.”

  He continued. “I got to spend a lot of time at their house, so, as you would expect, I saw a lot of Roxi too. She and I were the best of friends too, but in a way that Jake and I couldn’t be. She was soft and sweet and let me be who I needed to be. Not that Jake didn’t, but you can’t cry around your best guy friend.” He looked at Linda, and she smiled warmly at him. “Especially when your father doesn’t make it to career day when he said he’d be there. I was there for Roxi and she was there for me in that emotional kind of way. We have a unique connection that I’ve never experienced with anyone else.”

  Jonathan paused, glancing back toward the parking area, and Linda remained silent. “And I just found out recently that she never cried around Jake that he could recall. I suspect it’s because I got the brunt of it, but I didn’t mind, and I would never want to change what we had.” He turned his gaze to Linda sitting there looking so sweet and listening so intently. He realized then how much he truly enjoyed her company, and how much he liked her.

  With one last sweep across his scalp, she lowered her hand to her side. “And you shouldn’t, you should hang on to those memories of the two of you. That’s what will help you carry her through all of her burdens right now.”

  Jonathan couldn’t believe how kindhearted Linda was being. He had a fucked up life, and lived in a fucked up situation that she knew little about, but she knew enough. The average person would’ve high-tailed it out of there and never looked back. “Why are you with me?” he asked, quietly.

  “What do you mean?” Her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

  “You know how I chose to live...you know...my unorthodox lifestyle. You know Roxi is my ex, my ex who I’m living with, no less, and who is currently my sub. What the hell are you doing with me?” He wasn’t sure what the expression on her face was, maybe a little empathy, and a little concern. “I’m so fucked up.”

  “Whose life isn’t fucked up? And for starters, neither of us is looking for anything serious or long-term, and I like you. I also trust that you’d tell me if things were more serious with Roxi than her being your sub. I don’t begin to know or understand the first thing about your lifestyle even after reading about it.” Her face relaxed into a more sensual look. “But I do understand that she is your sub and not your lover.”

  “Is that what you are? My lover?” he breathed, and his heart did a little flip, he liked the sound of that.

  Her cheeks pinked up. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”

  He spun toward her and lowered his lips to her ear, and whispered, “Why not?” Then he placed small, soft kisses along her neck, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

  “Perhaps, in a sexual manner,” she suggested.

  That’s all he needed to hear to put him in the mood. He planted himself between her knees again and kissed her desperately on the mouth. Pulling away, he asked, “Club or hotel?”

  “I don’t care.” Her lips pressed back against his. Their breathing rolled out fast and shallow, and as he deepened the kiss, a nearby car door slammed, reminding him they were in public.

  “Let’s get out of here.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her from the ledge, but not before giving her a meaningful squeeze.

  ***

  Pulling up in front of his house, he heard Linda inhale a deep breath before she spoke. “Not a hotel, not the club, but a damn nice place. Yours?” He cut the engine and they sat for a minute.

  “It is. Is this all right? I didn’t feel like the club, and hotels are just…yuck.” He scrunched his face, and she giggled.

  “This is fine with me, a little overwhelming though.” She looked at his not-so-modest home.

  “It’s a little extravagant, I know. It’s a family house, and they insisted I live here. I could care less, really.”

  She shook her head her mouth gaping open at the beautiful home, and laughed out loud. “A little extravagant? Why do you even work? Clearly you have money.” Finally pulling her gaze from his home she looked at him.

  “Clearly.” His response sounded dry. He wasn’t much for the money or the things that went with it. Pulling his key from the ignition, he asked, “Ready?”

  “Yes.” Her smile melted his insides, and he knew he made the right choice in bringing her home instead of elsewhere.

  Inside they were greeted by his housekeeper and long time family friend, Pilar. “Hello Mr. Jonathan. I heard your car…Oh, you have a guest?” She walked to Linda with her hand extended. “Hello, I’m Pilar. Can I get you anything?”

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Linda, and we just came from dinner and a movie, so I’m good, but thank you for asking.” The overly excited woman finally let go of Linda’s hand.

  “Anything I can get for you before I retire Mr. Jonathan?” The woman asked, but kept looking at Linda.

  “No, thank you.” Jonathan hugged the older woman. “Sleep well.” Pilar did not reply, but had a huge smile plastered on her face.

  Once out of view and when they could no longer hear Pilar’s footsteps, Linda asked, “Is she family?” Jonathan took her hand and led her down the hall out of the entryway.

  “No, her family used to work for my parents. When I came back from college, Mom sent her to me because, well, look at this place. I couldn’t maintain it on my own.” He chuckled. “That would be a disaster. I don’t even want to live here, but I promised my mother. I’d prefer a small apartment or house, honestly. This is too big for me and Pilar.”

  He took her to the living room and they sat on the couch. “So, she�
�s the hired help?”

  “I don’t like to think of her that way, but yes she is. She cooks, cleans and does my laundry, but not because I pay her to, it’s because she enjoys it. I have no qualms about doing it myself. In fact, I do as much as I can until she catches me.” He smiled. “Then she complains and shoves me out of the way so she can finish.”

  “That’s sweet. So how long have you known her?” Linda traced her fingers along Jonathan’s forearm. It gave him chills, but at the same time it felt relaxing.

  “All of my life. She’s been employed by my family since before I was born.”

  “That explains it, then.” She patted his thigh, and leaned back into the couch cushions.

  “Explains what?” He cocked his head at her.

  “The way you both interact, I can see you’re both familiar and comfortable with one another.” Linda settled her hand on the back of his.

  “She’s like family to me. Her daughter used to be my nanny, and her late husband did maintenance for my parents’ properties.” He flipped his hand over and interlaced their fingers.

  “Is she always so happy to see your guests?”

  “Actually she never meets any of my guests. You’re the first in my few years living here, aside from Roxi.” He looked at her face to see how she felt about that.

  “That’s why she was so smiley and wouldn’t look away from me.” Linda’s laughter filled the large room.

  “In the past I’d bring willing subs here for the playroom. It’s been awhile, but I did so on her days off, or after she went to sleep. She knew I had people here, but understood they were just passing through and that they weren’t anything special.” Now he really looked at her. Had he just implied she was something special?

  She didn’t respond and looked down to her hand wrapped in his. She pulled away from his grip and stood to walk around the room. Her body moved elegantly from one wall to the next looking at photographs and artwork. She finally stopped at the ceiling to floor window overlooking his pool surrounded by a patio and garden barely visible in the moonlight.

  “Jonathan, I want you to take me to your playroom.” She didn’t turn around, but he saw her looking at him in the reflection of the window.

  Jonathan stood and walked up slowly behind her, keeping their eyes locked on one another. “I only take experienced, consensual subs in there. In that room I become someone else, and I’m not sure that you could handle it, or that you’d like my other self.”

  “Try me,” she breathed.

  Jonathan reached around her and grabbed her breasts, massaging them as he brought his mouth to her neck. He kissed, sucked and bit her soft skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place as he continued what he was doing.

  “Jonathan.” She tried to turn around in his arms once again, but he didn’t allow her any movement.

  “Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips to silence her. Keeping eye contact in the glass, he ran his finger across her lips and pressed against them, asking for entry. Her lips parted and he slowly slid a finger into her warm, moist mouth. He pumped in and out a few times as she sucked and licked around his fingertip, never taking her gaze from his reflection. Her mouth felt heavenly, and he was fully erect at the talent her tongue worked.

  He pulled out from her mouth and trailed her saliva along her neck, and she moaned. Letting go of her he expected her to turn around, but when she didn’t move, he turned her forcefully and pushed her back against the cool glass of the window. Placing his hands on her shoulders he ran them down her arms, and she shivered. Gripping her wrists he lifted them over her head and held them there with one hand and lowered his other hand to her blouse.

  He expertly unbuttoned her shirt, and reached into her bra, pulling out a breast. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her hardened peak. Bringing his hungry mouth down, he licked and sucked it hard. She arched her back, pressing her chest harder to his mouth. Still holding her wrists and sucking her nipple, he dropped his hand and cupped it between her legs. She gasped but wriggled her hips in invitation. He rubbed his palm hard against her pussy, and continued until her breath was ragged, her moans were intermittent, and she slammed her eyes shut.

  He let down her hands, stopped everything, and then waited for her breathing to calm. Her eyes opened slowly. “Take your clothes off. No talking. No moving. Do only as I say. If you want to stop, or don’t like what we’re doing at any time, simply say “red”. Understand? I promise at the sound of that word I’ll stop everything, and we’ll be done for the night.”

  “Yes, I understand,” she whispered.

  “What happens out here will determine whether or not we go into the playroom. If we do go inside that room, you will address me as Sir, and no talking whatsoever unless you are told.” He paused and couldn’t believe he was even offering to do this with her. “That is my room, and we go by my rules. I’m a greedy, bossy man once we step through that door, and in there I use women for my personal gratification only. Do you still wish to go to the playroom?”

  She nodded.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Clothes off,” he demanded. She didn’t hesitate and stripped naked right in front of the window. “Very nice.” He caressed the sides of her large breasts and slid his thumbs over her nipples flicking them until they were peaks of hardness.

  “Face the window.” She did as told, he pressed his body behind hers grinding his erection against her backside. Her cheek was up against the window and her breasts were flattened on the cool glass.

  Jonathan grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. When she gasped, he said, “Remember to say red if you don’t like what I’m doing to you.”

  Keeping a firm hold of her hair, he licked her neck and bit it hard. Another gasp. He hesitated a moment before doing it again. This time she didn’t gasp. She moaned.

  “That a girl.”

  Pulling away he ordered her to the floor on her hands and knees. She moved gracefully. Squatting to her level, he ran his fingertips along her spine, and she arched her back to his touch like a cat in heat.

  He grabbed and squeezed her ass. “I’m going to spank you now, for me, not you.” She didn’t say her safeword so he lifted his hand and waited a moment to mess with her. Watching a woman squirm over the unexpected excited him. Down his hand went and landed a nice hard smack that was sure to sting. He slapped both cheeks three times. She said nothing as her skin turned pink.

  “Red skin turns me on, but yours is only pink, I may need to spank you some more.” He massaged the globes of her ass once more and gave them a shake. She had a great ass and one day he’d fuck it, but for now it was play time.

  Ten more slaps, hard. “Mmmm nice and red, perfect. I wonder if you like it as much as I do.” Shoving a finger between her folds, he suppressed a moan at how wet she was, and tried to maintain a serious commanding voice. “I see that you do.”

  “Go to the couch. Lay on it with your head hanging off, upside down.” Linda stood for a moment looking on with confusion. He pointed to where a blanket lay spread out. “Sit there facing the back of the couch, and then scoot your ass toward the cushions, and lie back.” She did as told, and her hair cascaded down the front of the couch.

  He knelt in front of her upside-down face and unzipped his pants releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Her breath hitched. “Open. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Don’t do anything, I’m in control here.”

  Her mouth opened slowly, and he traced her lips with the head of his dick. Before he thrust inside, he pulled away to admire his pre-come shining on her lips.

  He slid in and out, and as instructed, she lay still as could be, only applying suction. He pumped her willing mouth, impressed with her control and the fact that she wasn’t gagging as he slid deep into her throat. Jonathan was on fire as his balls clenched up tight ready for release, but he pulled out not yet ready to come. He’d save that for later. Teasing himself while using women for pleasure was an
immense turn on and always fueled him for more.

  Both of them were panting as he pulled away and sat back on his heels. After regaining his composure, he motioned for Linda to get up. “This is a taste of the playroom, all for me, and nothing for you. Do you still want to go?”

  She didn’t answer, or maybe she couldn’t, but he could tell Linda was turned on, her face pink, her breathing uneven, and perspiration lined her forehead. She probably needed her own sexual release, but he wouldn’t allow it. Understanding her dilemma, he offered, “If you’re an obedient slut, I’ll fuck you good and hard after. I promise.” She flinched when he said ‘slut’. He spoke softly and ran a hand through her hair to put her at ease. “It’s just a play name. Relax.”

  Still not answering, she began nervously rocking from foot to foot while keeping her gaze down. He lifted his hand to squeeze his cock, still erect and sticking out of his pants, to alleviate the painful throb. Her head lifted somewhat, and he could see her watch what he was doing, so he started to stroke his shaft nice and slow. She licked her lips.

  “Like what you see? Just think of this filling you from behind. Once we get out of the playroom, you will bend over the back of this couch, and I will fuck you hard like I know you enjoy. Go to the bathroom and freshen up. Take a minute for yourself. I’ll be in that room there.” He pointed at a door off to the side. “If you decide to join me, meet me there. If you don’t show in the next fifteen minutes, I’ll understand.” He walked to her and ran his knuckles down the side of her face before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

  ***

  Jonathan sat inside the door of his playroom, lights dim and quiet music playing overhead. He figured Linda would be halfway home. She’d been nervous out in the living room, and looked a little frightened, but she hadn’t used her safeword.

  Replaying what happened between the two of them, his dick hardened again. Looking at his watch, fourteen minutes had gone by. If she went home, he would relieve himself of his painful throbbing cock. Sticking out of his pants, it beckoned him to take hold, and he couldn’t help but wrap a fist around it. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, moving his hand up and down, harder and faster. He threw his head back about to release when he heard a noise at the door. Linda had stayed. He stopped mid-stroke, gripped the base of his cock tightly, almost to the point of pain, and froze. Looking at her voluptuous naked body he almost came.