“Now he took several minutes to admire his deliciously sexy wife, tied spread-eagle to the bed, ready for whatever he wanted to do. Where to begin? From the bathroom he got a large pair of shears. He sat beside his still-silent wife, snapping the shears loudly, then, without a word, he began to cut the slip up the front. ‘I’ve dreamed of doing this forever.’ When he reached the top, he spread the slip’s sides and gazed at the tiny wisp of lace that held her breasts. ‘So beautiful,’ he whispered.
“He leaned over and used his teeth on her already erect nipple, biting hard so she’d feel it through the material. Then he bit the other. Back and forth he moved until the cups of her bra were wet and he could see her dark areolas and the large protruding tips. Then he cut through the front of the bra and parted the cups so he could admire his wife’s naked breasts. No, he thought, not breasts, tits. Creamy, white tits. ‘You’ve got great tits,’ he said, amazed that he could use such a word in front of his prim little wife. But he’d make her forget it all later.
“Kissing her full on the mouth, he felt her tongue reach for his. God, he was hot. He snipped through shoulder straps and pulled both slip and bra out from beneath her. Then he cut the garter belt and the sides of her panties. ‘You’ve also got a beautiful bush. I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy.’ He could say the things he’d always wanted to growl at her while they made love.
“He looked at her face momentarily and saw her wide eyes, her slightly bruised mouth. ‘Sexy as hell,’ he said, his voice harsh. ‘You make my cock so hard I could almost come in my pants.’ He reached between Kate’s legs and fingered her slit, her legs unable to close, her body unable to avoid him. She was dripping wet, squirming against his hands. He stabbed his thumb into her. ‘No, I’m not going to come in my pants. I’m going to come in your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, just the way I want.’
“Quickly Phil dragged off his slacks, shirt, and underwear. His cock was so hard it was almost painful. He stretched out on top of his wife, running his hands all over her now-naked body. He rubbed his scratchy cheek on her belly, pinched her nipples, scraped his nails down her sides. Then, when he couldn’t wait another minute, he plunged deep inside of her, ramming his cock into her pussy over and over, not caring about her pleasure, only his own. ‘Such a hot little snatch. So tight. So wet. God so good,’ he moaned. ‘God! Shit!’ He came almost too quickly, thrusting his cock into Kate’s body.
“Later, after he caught his breath, he rolled off her and untied her wrists and ankles. ‘Damn. It happened too fast, and I only had one chance.’
“Kate opened her eyes and stared at her husband. ‘What do you mean only one chance?’
“He got the slim ebony wand from his dresser drawer. ‘You’ve forgotten the story, but I already told you what this is and how I got it.’ He told her the story again, and included his tap on her shoulder and his secretary’s forgetting his errands. ‘So that’s the story. I’ve wanted to fuck you like that for years, but I knew you’d never go for it. So now I can tap you with this wand and you won’t remember.’
“ Why in hell would you do that?’ Her eyes were wide and shining.
“ Excuse me?’
“ Why would you want me to forget the best sex I’ve ever had?’
“ You mean you enjoyed it?’
“ You mean you couldn’t tell?’
“As Phil thought back he realized that she had been extraordinarily wet. She’d been thrashing around on the bed, as much as she could while tied, moaning and calling his name. He’d been so wrapped up with his own pleasure that he hadn’t been aware of hers. He felt stupefied.
“ I probably wouldn’t have gone for it if you’d given me a choice, but once you tied me up, I was incredibly excited. And those words you said, you know, the dirty ones, made me so hot. I must have climaxed a dozen times.’
“Phil’s mind was reeling. ‘Really?’
“Kate grinned and kissed her husband. ‘I wouldn’t have believed it myself. Don’t you dare use that wand on me. I want to remember this until we get the chance to do it again. We can, can’t we?’
“Phil put the wand on the bedside table. ‘Oh, Kate, I never knew. I’ve fantasized about a night like this for years. I just never had the nerve to try it.’
“ You did now, and it wasn’t perfect. You came too fast, after all. I guess we’ll just have to practice. I wonder whether we can get my parents to take the kids next Saturday night.’
“ If not, I’ll bet mine will. I’ll see to it.’ Phil snuggled against his wife. The Wand of Forgetfulness had turned out to be a godsend. Thanks, lady, he thought. Thanks a lot.”
Chapter
13
“Phew,” Jim said. “That was some pretty heavy stuff. Have you ever done anything like that? Been tied up I mean? Do you think it would turn you on?”
Ellen was trembling. She had known, of course, what the story entailed, but she had never considered listening to that story with a man, much less telling anyone how it made her feel. They had always been honest with each other, however, a quality she treasured. “I’ve never done it, but the idea of it makes me crazy.”
Jim turned her shoulders and cupped her chin so she had to look him in the eye. “Good crazy?”
“I have always been honest with you so yes, good crazy.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” As he continued, he looked a bit chagrined. “We have always been honest with each other so I have a confession to make. I’ve listened to all the stories on the CD before. I knew what number eight was about, and this was my way of asking whether you’d be interested. You’re not the only one who thought about using the stories for communication.” Ellen just stared at him as he continued, I couldn’t ask you right out so I thought up this way to find out whether you’d be interested in playing.”
“You planned this?”
He held his hands up, palms out. “I confess. I’ve been playing the CD whenever I get the chance. Last weekend, while you were in the shower, I finally listened to that last story and the picture of you, tied to your bed has been driving me nuts ever since.” He draped his arm around her shoulder. “I couldn’t think of how to tell you, so I…well.”
Ellen took a deep breath. How far they had come. Two people, both unsure of their own sexuality, now able to discuss something so intimate, so scary, so kinky. With a gleam in her eye, she asked, “You wouldn’t actually do something like that, would you?”
Jim stared at her for a long time. She winked. “Would you?” He smiled, nodded, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a standing position. “Yes, I would.” He all but dragged her into the bedroom, pushed her down onto the bed, then growled, “Stay right there.” He disappeared into the living room and returned a moment later.
Silent, Ellen stared at the plastic shopping bag he’d been carrying when he arrived. As she started to sit up he snapped, “Don’t move.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, easily slipping into a submissive role.
“Good. Now, I’ll bet you’re curious about what’s in this bag. Actually I got really daring on my way over here. We’ve passed that adult toy store on the next block several times and I’ve been tempted to go in. This afternoon, I did, and I bought a few items.”
“You actually went in?” Ellen asked. “I’ve been tempted so many times, but I’ve never had the courage.”
“Be still, woman,” Jim said. “I’m the boss here tonight.” Ellen lay back on the bed and grinned. This was so great and he was so wonderful. He had changed so much since their first evening together, confidence growing week by week. He sat beside her and asked, “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Totally.”
His face lit up as he stood up. “Strip.”
Silently, Ellen removed all her clothes and lay back on the bed while Jim rummaged in the bag and pulled out several leather straps. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first heard that story.” He gazed appreciatively at Ellen’s naked body,
then buckled the straps around wrists. “I surfed the Net looking at pictures of women tied up and I got some great ideas. The store gave me more.”
He pulled a belt with rings and chains attached all around from the bag and fastened it tightly around her waist. He snapped the ring on one wristband to the end of a short piece of chain with a small padlock, then ran the chain through a ring at the front of her belt. Another padlock connected the chain to her other wrist. “You know,” he said, slipping out of character, “I never would have imagined that I’d have the nerve to do this, but with you anything’s possible.”
From the bag he took two more straps and fastened them to Ellen’s ankles, forced her to bend her knees then clipped the ankle straps to chains on the belt so her heels almost touched her buttocks and her legs fell open. He ran his finger through her slippery pussy. “You’re so wet. This makes you as excited as it makes me, doesn’t it?” When she didn’t answer, he raised his voice. “Doesn’t it?”
Ellen couldn’t think. She was helpless, forced into a most revealing position, her body displayed and wide open for him. And she was so incredibly turned on. “Yes,” she said, her voice ragged. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Good.”
Still fully clothed, Jim put the bag on the side of the bed. “Now the fun part.” He withdrew a large flesh-colored dildo from the bag and held it where Ellen could see. “I’ve never played with toys before, but you make me feel daring.” He slid the tip of the plastic phallus through her soaked folds, then slowly pushed it into her body.
Ellen’s hips bucked as she tried to fuck the dildo, but Jim held it immobile deep inside of her. “Don’t be in such a hurry,” he purred. “We’ve got all night.”
“Please,” Ellen begged, “you’re teasing me, driving me crazy. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Shit,” she hissed. “Get those clothes off and fuck me.”
Jim grinned. “Nope. Not just yet.” He pulled the dildo out slowly, then pushed it back in. In a slow-motion imitation of thrusting, he teased and tempted, never letting her have what she so desperately needed. Finally he pulled a chain from the bag, threaded it through the ring on the base of the dildo, clipping it to the back of the belt, then to the front. Now the dildo was tightly imbedded, unmoving in Ellen’s pussy.
Her muscles grasped the dildo, squeezing, trying to make still more intimate contact. She moved her hips but the phallus remained still. “Oh, baby, please,” she moaned, almost incoherent.
Jim only smiled, then knelt on the floor beside the bed. He brushed his mustache over her erect nipples, then nibbled on the tips. He licked and bit the flesh on her sides, her belly, her thighs as she moaned and begged him to fuck her. Then he said, “I’ll bet I can make you come with just one touch.” He reached between her spread legs and tapped on her clit.
Her orgasm was explosive, the power of it almost overwhelming her. When she collapsed, replete, Jim moved the dildo inside of her and she was back as high as she had been before her climax. How was that possible? She didn’t know and didn’t care. Over and over he teased orgasms out of her until she was totally exhausted. Then he stripped and stood beside her, grasped a handful of her hair and forced her head back. He held his erect cock and growled, “Open your mouth.”
She had performed oral sex on him several times before but this was different, more elemental, primitive. He had never come in her mouth, but tonight it was as though it was preordained that she would swallow every bit of his come. She opened her mouth and he rammed his cock inside. She sucked, licked, and nipped at him until, with a long groan, he came, spurting in her throat.
Later, they showered together in her tiny bathroom. As he washed her mound he said, softly, “Was that all right? What I did, I mean?”
“Couldn’t you tell? It was wonderful, explosive. It must have registered on seismographs from here to Alaska.” She took the soap from him, lathered her hands, and cupped his testicles and flaccid penis in her hands.
“I don’t think I’m going to be ready for sex again for a week,” he said as she massaged him.
“I wouldn’t bet the farm on that,” she said. As she rubbed, his cock stiffened.
“You’re a witch,” he said. “I want to fuck you again right here but the condoms are in the bedroom.”
“Don’t worry about that,” she said, rubbing his cock. “I don’t think I’m up to another round, so I guess you’d better just fuck my hand.”
“What?”
Water pouring over her head, she snapped, “Do it. Now!”
She filled the palm of her hand with shampoo and made a tube of her fingers. Jim rammed his cock through and came quickly.
Later, stretched out on the bed together, he asked, “What are you doing for the holidays? I’d love to spend the millennium celebration with you.”
“I’m leaving for Fairmont in the morning,” she said. When had she decided that? she wondered, but she knew when she said it that it was the right thing to do. She wanted to see how the town would feel to her now that she’d been in the city for these past months. She also wanted to visit with Micki and her family and needed to do some thinking. “I don’t know when I’ll be back exactly.”
She felt Jim’s body tighten. “It’s not because of what we did tonight, is it? You are coming back, aren’t you?”
She turned and put her arms around him. “I loved what we did tonight and I’ll definitely be back.” She slapped him on the hip. “Now it’s time for you to be getting home.”
He sat up slowly. “Maybe I could stay over?” he said softly.
“Not tonight. I need to do some thinking about me and where my life is going. I don’t understand my future just yet.”
“I hope I’ll be part of your future.” She could see the fear and doubts in the slump of his shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“You are, of course, but so many other things impact it too. I’ve never made any secret about the fact that I’ve been with another guy often since before I met you.”
“I know, and that’s the agreement we’ve had—no strings and no commitments. It bothers me, but I understand that you need your space.”
Ellen leaned forward and kissed Jim’s back. “I do. That’s part of what I need to think through, away from you and him. Casual sex isn’t life for me. It’s sort of treading water. I need to find a direction.”
“If casual sex isn’t for you, we could get married, make it a full-time, permanent thing.”
“That’s not a reason to get married and we’re not ready yet. I’m not sure what I’m ready for, but let’s not rush into anything. It might happen, it might not but I never want to lead you on by letting you think that I understand any of this. I need to think and I can’t do it here, with you or Kevin.”
“If that’s what you need, I’ll miss you.”
She kissed him again. “I’ll miss you too.”
The following morning she called Kevin and told him that she would be out of town for a few weeks.
“But love, what about the final painting of you? It’s almost completed. And what about your landscapes? They are coming along so well. And us?”
She noticed immediately that the painting came first. Ellen glanced around her apartment. Several sheets of heavy cardboard stood balanced against the walls with landscapes clipped to them. All the scenes were woodsy, with babbling brooks and sun-dappled glades. Her work was progressing, but none of them made her happy. Suddenly she realized that nothing made her happy deep inside. The sex was wonderful. Jim and Kevin were both great guys, but this wasn’t life. Was Jim her future? “I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Well, if you must. Have a happy holiday. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too.”
She called her sister and told her that she’d be arriving the following afternoon and proceeded to pack a few things in a small suitcase. The holiday gifts she had purchased for her sister, brother-in-law, and her nieces had already been sent ho
me. Where was home?
As Micki drove her into the small town of Fairmont, Ellen looked around. Nothing much had changed, and yet everything had. The small, unmanned firehouse looked so quiet compared with the crowds of people always hanging around in front of New York City firehouses. The Fairmont Mall boasted an eight-movie multiplex; in the city, she could see any one of a hundred movies with just a short bus ride. There was the school complex, elementary, intermediate, and high schools sharing the same now-snow-covered campus with the local community college not far away. The stores were warm and inviting, comfortable and doable. This was Fairmont, not the big city. She had been comfortable here all her life, but not anymore. As she had suspected, she no longer fit in here.
Although she had been to Fairmont for Thanksgiving, Micki’s family greeted her like visiting royalty. They shared Micki’s famous pot roast, with potato pancakes and applesauce, Ellen’s all-time favorite meal. Since it was now only a week before Christmas, the children were wired. They didn’t get to bed until after ten and by then Micki’s husband was ready to settle down in the bedroom with the TV remote and “let you girls visit.”
“So why the sudden visit?” Micki asked when they were comfortably seated on the sofa in her early-American living room. “We expected you on the twenty-fourth.”
“It’s the Christmas season and I just missed you guys.”
Micki cocked her head to one side. “You never could con me, babe. What’s up?”
Ellen allowed her body to slump. “I needed to figure lots of things out and one of them was Fairmont. Someone told me recently that I used the word home to mean here. I just wanted to know whether that was true, whether here felt like home.”
“And does it?”
Ellen stretched her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. “Your home feels like home and probably always will, but this town? It was where I belonged for all the years we were growing up and until I won all that money I thought that Fairmont was the only place in the world for me. That’s not true anymore.”
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