She sighed. "You're right. My mother always drummed into my head how I should stand on my own two feet. Get a good education. Get a good job. Don't be dependent on a man-"
I barked a short laugh at that.
"Yeah, I know. She pushed at me it was weakness to need someone else."
"It seems you learned that lesson well." I started to get up, but she tightened her arms.
"Wait, Sable. Please. What I learned was not to voice my needs or desires lest I be judged as weak."
"Let go of me, Georgia. I should go."
"Please, Sable." She tightened her arms further. "Please. I feel lost. It will kill me if you leave."
"You're a strong woman. You don't need anyone." I pushed away and climbed to my feet. "I'm going to go."
Georgia stood up and moved in front of me, blocking the path. "Please, Sable. We'd be good together."
"I don't think so. You need someone who stands on her own two feet. I want someone I can lean against."
"I'm a good woman."
I considered that for a moment. "Yes."
"Smart. Successful."
"Yes, but-"
"Strong." She stepped closer. "And I've never encountered something I couldn't learn." I stood frozen as she took another step. "Including your needs." When she pulled me into her arms, I let her. When she pulled me back to the sofa, I let her.
"You don't want me," I muttered.
"I want you a great deal," Georgia replied. "Sit with me. Let me hold you, Sable. You feel so good." She pulled me back across her lap, and I found myself draped against her. I wasn't entirely sure why I wasn't running out the door.
"You feel good," she repeated. She kissed the top of my head. The gentle gesture softened me a little, and I let myself cuddle a little closer. "Tell me about your dreams."
"You don't care about my dreams."
"I do. I just didn't realize I should let you know I cared."
"How could you not know that?"
"See previous comments about lessons from my mother."
I sat quietly for a minute. "Like you, I'm happy professionally. I'll continue to earn raises and promotions. My material needs are simple and easily covered." I smiled. "I should tell you about the car I want to buy."
"Oh?"
"Someone I briefly dated has a BMW Roadster. It's really cute."
"Oh, I like those, too," Georgia said. "So you're happy professionally."
"And I like my house. I wish I were a better decorator. But I wouldn't want it any bigger than it is."
"It's a cute house," Georgia said. "And you seem comfortable there."
"Exactly."
I trailed off to see if she'd prompt for more. She gave me a few seconds before she gently said, "You're not done, Sable. Tell me."
"I have issues," I said. "Everyone has issues, right? I'm not like you. I'm..." I sighed. "Needy."
"You don't seem that needy."
"You barely know me. I'm not a lunatic." Then I laughed. "Well, maybe I am. But I'm not a raving bitch about it or anything. I don't fall to pieces if my girl doesn't have time for me for a day or two. But I need to know she doesn't like it any more than I do. I don't need us to be joined at the hip, but I need to know..." I trailed off again. I was going to sound pathetic.
Maybe I was pathetic.
I buried my face against Georgia's shoulder.
"You want to be cherished." I didn't say anything, but I was listening. "You want to know she wants you, that she desires you." I nodded my head. "Sable, everyone wants those things."
I pulled my face away enough to speak. "Yeah, but most people can hear her partner tell her she's cherished. I'm sort of deaf that way. It's like if she doesn't..."
"Blindfold you?"
"Yeah, and the rest. If she doesn't do that, I don't believe her. I know that's stupid."
"Is this why you don't like to lead?"
"Yeah. If I lead, then how do I know she's not just going along because it's easy? Or something. If she leads, then I know we're doing what she really wants to do."
"Or what she thinks you want."
"Yeah. That muddies the water, doesn't it?"
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I'm a mess."
"You're not that big of a mess, unless you go all Fatal Attraction when things don't go right."
"No. I just run away."
Georgia reached up and tipped my head back, continuing to cradle me in her arms. We stared into each other's eyes. Then she brushed my face with her hand, caressing my cheek and then brushing across my eyelashes. I closed them reflexively. When she leaned down and kissed each eyelid, I sighed. Then she lowered her lips to mine and offered a sweet, gentle, lingering kiss.
When she lifted away, she asked softly, "Do you know what I want?"
"No."
"I want you. I want this." She caressed my face again. "I want you to know you can count on me. I want you here with me." She kissed the corner of my mouth, and then I felt her grin. "I want to know it's okay to be playful with someone. I want to laugh and to giggle. Tell me. Are you ticklish?"
"Yes, but not all the time."
She began stroking my side. It felt good. At other times, it would tickle.
"Like I said. Not all the time. But that feels nice. I like being touched."
After that, I didn't have to tell her again. She continued to touch me, soft, gentle touches, exactly the kind I liked.
We stayed like that for a while, neither of us talking. My eyes were closed, but when I occasionally peeked, she was watching me. The third time, she smiled. "I like watching your expressions. You smile a little when I change where I'm touching."
"You know I'd let you do that for hours." I closed my eyes again. "You've been warned."
She laughed. "Good."
"Good that I'm greedy?"
"Good that you're letting me do what I want instead of running for the exit."
"Does that mean if you knew I wasn't going to run, you wouldn't be doing this?"
"I'm doing this because I enjoy touching you." She bent down and kissed my forehead. "Although to be honest, I'd rather you were wearing less clothing.
"Not yet."
"I know."
And so she continued to touch me, to caress me, to soothe me. And I let her.
It was some time later, I couldn't have said how long. Ten minutes? A half hour? It felt more like a half hour. Georgia asked, "What's it like to be tied up? What do you like about it?"
"It's intense," I said. "But it can be bad."
"Bad?"
"If she's there for different reasons than I am."
"Oh." The word was clipped.
"She needs to be there for both of us," I went on. "It needs to be about both of us getting what we want. So we have to want the same things, just opposite sides."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"It'll ruin the mood if I explain."
"Then I'll continue to caress you, and we'll get the mood back. I think this is important."
I nodded. "I've been with women who are there to take out their frustrations."
"Frustrations?"
"They're mad at the world and looking to exercise their own demons."
"That doesn't sound good."
"When I'm not in a position to stop her? No, it's not good."
"That's why you freaked out earlier," Georgia said in a soft voice. "Sable, I'd never-"
"I like feeling vulnerable. I like feeling like I have her full attention. I like knowing I can completely let go, and she'll take care of me. It sounds selfish, but when it's the right woman, she also gets what she needs." I laughed. "There are quite a few ways to take pleasure from someone who can't move more than her tongue."
Georgia laughed more heartily. "I imagine there are."
We talked. And maybe the caressing had only been for ten minutes, but the talk went on for hours. We shifted position a few times, only to prevent growing stiff, but we spent the entire time cuddled together.
Finally I asked her, "I
n your fantasies, does it give you more pleasure if you tell me to put on the blindfold, and I do. Or if I am still while you do it?"
Her hands grew still, although she clutched me tightly. "I think I like both," she whispered.
"Then maybe you should pick one."
There was a moment's hesitation, then she said, "Sit up." She helped me to a seated position. "Keep your eyes closed, Sable. Hands in your lap."
And so I sat quietly as she rustled around, finding the discarded silk. I sat quietly as she wrapped it around my eyes, although my lips parted, and my breathing grew shallow. But when she tied it, I said, "It should be tighter. We don't want it to fall off. It's impossible to make a scarf absolutely secure, but it should be tighter."
And so she adjusted it. And then she caressed my face before gently kissing me. She climbed into my lap, straddling me and kissing me again.
"God, you look hot like that."
"What do you want now, Georgia? What do you most want, right now?"
"I want to take you to my bed. I want to tie you until you can't escape. And then I want to tease you with sweet, seductive touches until you beg to be taken."
I smiled and didn't say a word. But when she climbed from my lap and collected my hands, I let her lead me wherever she wanted.
About the Author
A writer by avocation, Robin has a renaissance interest in many areas. A bit of a gypsy, Robin has called a few places home and has traveled widely. A love of the outdoors, animals in general and experimenting with world cuisines, Robin and partner share their home with a menagerie of pets and guests, although sometimes it is difficult to discern who is whom.
Robin can be reached via email as [email protected]. Robin's web site is http://www.robin-roseau.com.
Works by Robin Roseau
The Madison Wolves Series
Fox Run
Fox Play
Fox Mate
Fox Afield
Fox Revenge
Fox Dish
Fox Lost
Wolf Watch
Wolf Ways
Wolf Women
Fox Fate
Fox Short Stories
Hunting Pups
Fox in the Water
Fox Rematch (set after Fox Mate and Fox Afield)
Fox Opponent
A Foxy Valentine
Other Books in the Madison Wolves Universe
Familiar
Poor Little Witch Girl
Seer
Seer: Thrall
The Selected Series
Collected
Taken
The Games People Play Series
Stories that ask a simple question: do you want to play a game?
Do You Want to Play a Game? (coming soon)
My Soul to Play (due soon)
Other Novels and Novellas
Anonymous Bidder
Blood Slave
A Charming Brew
Emergency Claus
Fitting In
Free to Love
Galatzi Trade
Galatzi World
In Custody
Lost in the Words
Privateer
Stark's Dell
Submission
Surprise
The Interrogation
Tresjolie
The Ski Bindings Shorts
Short stories of love and lust amongst the slopes.
Snow Fox
Short Stories
Cooking for Love
Southern Night
Captured by the Raptor (writing as Rosetta Robins)
Trust
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