All the teeming energy of the garden seemed to blast through her as she planted that row of flowers whose names she quickly forgot even though Adam had been quite specific about them. It wasn’t a world she was familiar with. In fact, she couldn’t remember when she’d been out of the city, or off busy freeways. Maybe the last time she went to her uncle’s in Tennessee when she was a kid. She was fifteen then and hated everything about her life—a bad remembrance.
Here in his garden, the energy moved through her so erotically she was dizzy standing up again, almost like being drunk. Feeling slutty in the privacy of the secluded garden, for a while when she bent over her flowers, she raised her ass end and uncovered her bottom so it was she naked to the sun. She thought of Adam seeing her this way in a good submissive pose. She might have removed the sundress altogether except that she was unexpectedly accosted by a young man.
“Oh, my, you startled me,” she shot up like a light and blushed embarrassed.
He didn’t seemed fazed.
“Mr. Cady asked me to bring by some potting soil. I usually just drop it off at the potting shed, but then I saw you here.” He looked a little chagrined.
“Fascinating sight, huh?” she replied, thinking it a gracious move to ease the tension.
“I guess you didn’t expect anyone,” he said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Mr. Cady does have a nice place here.”
“Yes, he does,” she agreed. “I guess just put his potting soil where you usually would.”
She wondered what Adam would think about the incident.
***
When Adam returned, Eden was a fright with worry. He’d called twice since he’d left, but the calls were as mundane and normal as any call he would have made to her when he was just her attorney. It made her wonder if they’d really had that conversation where they’d discussed her surrender. Had she really made the videotape in his room, bowing as a way to respond to his offer? Maybe she just dreamed it all.
But when he swept back into his country life, Adam was a brusque shot of reality from the moment he walked through the door, to the moment he sat in his chair and demanded a beer and his newspaper and his favorite cigar, to the meal he ordered she serve him on the patio. She planned one thing, eating in the dining area off the living room—an elegant choice. He wanted a very different meal served in the garden. He’d have his way.
“You don’t want to rely on my cooking skills,” she did warn him, so he’d know she wasn’t sure how to prepare what he wanted.
“Then I’ll show you myself,” he replied, annoyed.
Eden waited for forty-five minutes while Adam read through his papers and a legal brief before he was ready to show her what he had in mind. Then, once she had things well in hand, he waited while she trouped a half dozen times from the kitchen to the summer patio to serve him. When she was done, she stood next to him unsure whether he wanted her to join him or not. She thought it wise not to make too many assumptions about his desires. That always got her in trouble with Jacob. She knew Adam was very particular so she waited to follow his lead.
“This is good,” he finally commented after a few bites.”
“I’m relieved,” she replied happily.
“Would you like some?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m starved.”
“Then sit.”
She was about to obey him, but he interrupted her.
“Take off the dress first,” he said.
“Of course,” she said. Her halting voice trembled. What had been building since the gruff beginning of their evening was suddenly upon her. The dress off, she sat across from him naked and ate the bites of food he offered. Her breasts hit the table as she leaned over, the nipples tightening feeling the cool surface of the glass. Each bite was a small gift, rendering her little more than a piece of chattel—a welcome well-remembered feeling. When the first bite hit her stomach she realized her hunger, remembering that she hadn’t eaten all day. Yet this meal was hardly for sustenance, it was far more sexual than that. Each bite was a seduction, drawing her to him, each suggesting that she was his to own and so do with as he wished.
A day that had been filled with such sunshine was slowly dwindling away, already past nine. Lightening bugs erratically flitted through the darkening air. After finishing his meal, Adam leaned back in his chair peering at her in the darkness. Eden felt so full she was about to burst though she’d eaten very little. She sat almost primly before him unable to move.
For all the gentleness that she desired from him, it was not gentleness that she needed this night. There were things between them that needed to be addressed, guilt to assuage, and the harsh reality of their relationship to deal with. There was already a growing, tender regard, things that touched her about Adam Cady that were special treats to her soul—just being in his home an exquisitely dear thing to her. But now it was time for something altogether different, that something aching in her bones ready to be handled by this man’s swift wrath.
“The stone bench in the center of the garden …” he said. “Go sit there and wait for me.” Rising, he left her alone.
As warm as the day had been, the stone bench was chilling—that and the air of expectancy. How would he conquer her? Would he know her body and soul as well as Jacob had? Would his instincts be as sharp, his whip as biting? Would she feel the peace the way she felt it thereafter? Would it last for days as it had when she and Jacob first began their odyssey together? Such were her questions in the interminable minutes waiting for him. But when she felt his approach everything in her mind vanished. All that remained was the feel of his body attacking hers without a single touch.
There were few clues he was stalking her—the whiff of cigar smoke in the air, the crunch of a rock beneath his foot, the shiver racing up her spine. When his hand reached out throttle to her, she jerked within its grasp and felt a tear fall from her eye down her cheek. She didn’t know she had been crying.
The smell of leather, the feel of it as it tightened around her neck, that sense that any moment he would jerk her hard and send her to the ground as his feet. Anticipation so dear, she trembled.
“You say you want your ass beaten?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.
“You want my control?”
“I do.”
“And you will not waver.”
“No, sir.”
His hand was on her shoulder massaging gently. At her reply, that hand moved toward her mouth. Her lips parted to allow his fingers entrance and she licked the taste of his meal from them, just small remains from the scent of cooking spices he used to flavor his food. As though the collar was not enough to remind her she’d been captured, his hands moved on to fondle her neck, fingers running lightly down her chin. He knelt behind her and breathed softly into her ear. Heart thumping wildly, her belly began to undulate erotically against the dampening bench beneath her. She awaited the feel of the lash against her skin, ready to scream. When would he begin? To feel that first strike … that moment would begin what could be a love affair or a disaster. She believed with just that first strike she’d know everything.
Coming around to her front, Adam motioned her to the ground, to moss-covered bricks where it was wise to crawl carefully—even though it was dark. Though there were traces of light sky above, there was nothing but night in the garden, shaded from the rising moon’s glow, and from the stars because the air was thick with moisture. She negotiated the cold bricks until she was in some undetermined place in the midst of the swampy sea of vines and creeping plants and flowers. She could tell the flowers only by their scent because her eyes were closed.
When she felt her collar bolted to the ground so she could hardly raise her head, she felt the bondage begin, the feel of Adam Cady tightening around her to hold her fast to him and nothing but him. She felt soft dirt at her cheek as she was forced to remain tucked to the earth. Her arms were taken from her, wrists bound behind her against her back. H
er ankles bound, her thighs locked together with straps, it was not elaborate but effective, moving her downward into that infinite spiral inside herself. Pressing his foot to her head, she smelled the rich dirt at her nostrils. Moments later, she felt a cut from a riding crop. The pain began and ended like lightening. Sharp, deep, penetrating pain straight to the core of her, driving sensation higher and higher until she was crying in unison with the fast cutting strikes. He hit her ass and her upper thighs, nipped the edge of her asshole, and when the crop struck low the center of her cunt took the blows. Sweltering sexual heat bounded through her as she began accepting the pain within her. Pain and pleasure were locked in battle like two dragons fighting. She felt each knife-blade cut become more than searing heated agony—pleasure, that strange sensation of body pleasure began to soar.
Adam stopped so quickly her body still quivered waiting for another strike. His foot was still pressed against her head. Had it been pressed there the whole time? She couldn’t remember. Hard on her now, she wished she could burrow deep into the earth, it felt like such a friend.
“I’m going to be here for the next week, by the end of that time we should know how you’re going to hold up. I have the distinct feeling this will never work between us.”
“Oh, no,” she whispered, not intending for him to hear her.
“What was that!” He snapped the crop at the center of her ass crack.
“Yeeaawww!” she shrieked.
He snapped the crop again and she contained her cry.
“If you want tenderness, if you want come passion and love that you never got from Jacob, you’ll have to prove yourself to me. You’ll have to lay yourself open to whatever I ask, and never balk. I’ll not be easy on you. You don’t want that and neither do I. Will it work? That is yours to choose. Given your track record, I have my doubts.”
Was this the mean side of him talking, or did her really think it would never work? Why would he try if he had such doubt? Her mind began to race again, but then stopped short as he withdrew his foot and jerked the leash at her neck. Delivered from the bonds about her thighs, feet and wrists, she followed him on hands and knees through the garden. Then on her feet, she was hustled to her room and the bath where he stung her clammy hot body with hot water and made her scrub until she was clean. Her ass and thighs were raw and sore. Dripping wet, she knelt at his feet as he sat down on the bed.
“You’re as submissive as any woman I’ve ever known,” he said. “And certainly as deranged.” Fondling her wet curls with his hand, he almost looked as though he would smile. “I hope that giving you what you need will make you sane.”
There was much wisdom in his words.
“May I give you pleasure?” she asked, holding her out her hands to his crotch as though to undo his zipper and find his cock.
“If you’d like,” he said.
He suggested that it was her choice, but she felt it was her duty. With a coy and satisfied smile on her face, she opened his pants and found his penis stiff. Delicious in her mouth, she lapped about the sides as though she was tasting some exotic fruit. Along the stalk to the head there was a slightly pungent aroma. Licking it thoroughly she relished the smell of him, this private place, the musk that would forever be his alone. That certain smell would bind her to him as much as she was bound by his voice and his command and his imperious eyes and the tenderness of his hand as he stroked her face. Bobbing up and down with a vigorously working mouth, she sensed him about to come. She sensed the luscious rising heat from him, his ardor, his sexual passion for the first time poured forth on her. The fire of the punishment heated her like a furnace. Her cunt felt so hot she wondered if it would spontaneously explode. So unlike Jacob, who rudely forced her to take him, this was a gift, an act of service she did lovingly. Could he feel that love from her?
Her mouth and tongue and lips worked him more furiously as his passion built. She knew the second he would burst and she let that blessed ejaculate shoot first inside her mouth. Then the last spasms of cum fell on her face where she licked them as though they were food to savor and nourish her body.
“Thank you, my love,” she said as she finished.
He only nodded, though she could see the gratitude in his eyes.
Adam bound her wrists for the night and fixed them to the bedrail. Her feet were attached to the foot. She fell asleep with a blindfold over her eyes. The exhaustion of her night made her sleep fast when she thought she might lie awake in the emptiness of herself and obsess on what was to come. Instead, she was awakened by sound of her door opening. The light of morning assaulted her eyes when Adam removed the blindfold.
chapter eight
“I didn’t have a chance to tell you,” Eden said as she finished washing their lunch dishes. Adam was walking through the kitchen on his way to the garden. “Your delivery boy saw my naked ass yesterday.”
Adam stopped. “Did he now?” He looked interested. “And what do you suppose he thought?”
“That I was pretty much a slut,” she grinned. “He liked it even though he was blushing like a school kid.”
“And you were deliberately exposing your ass?”
“The air was warm and very seductive. But honestly, I didn’t know he was going to show up.”
“You like going naked, don’t you?”
“I’m not so sure,” she replied. “The city makes for well-clothed women.”
“And you didn’t run around lewd with Jacob?”
“Clothes weren’t something he cared about. Except occasionally something leather would catch his eye and I’d wear it for him at a club. Even then, he was often distracted after he’d shown me off. He’s not as visual as most men.”
“That’s too bad. He was missing a rare treat,” Adam replied. “In fact, since you’ve mentioned running around nude, I want you naked this week, except if we go out. I think you need a good dose of sun and air and body freedom, not to mention the fact that it should make you humble.”
Eden smiled to herself basking in his new demand. It only took seconds to remove the sundress, just seconds more to feel the tingle between her thighs. He was staring at her as she put away the last of the dishes. With such scrutiny, she worried that there was some blemish on her that made her imperfect in his eyes.
“We’ll be working in the garden. Do you tan, or do you need some sunscreen?”
She peered outside seeing puffy white clouds strolling lazily through the sky. “I won’t last all day in the sun,” she told him.
“Then take care of yourself,” he said as he nodded upstairs. “There should be some lotion in your bath.”
Eden loved the feel of the earth, of earthworms wiggling through her fingers. Adam had her sit with her bottom in the damp ground, and that dizzy inebriation welled within her again. She rocked gently inside the dirt’s comforting womb, planting small seeds, each one so delicate and so different. Adam would have sprinkled them on the ground, but instead, it became her loving occupation to impregnate the soil with these little gems. It was a new life. In her mind she could see herself writhing in the warm soil, letting the sun burn her skin … then the feel of Adam’s lash against that burn, making so much fire she’d scream in happiness.
Her hands were muddy, her nails grimy from the dirt underneath. She could feel the sweat on her brow, and how it smeared dirt on her arm when she tried to wipe it off. She scooted from one end of a long flower bed to another, making loving offerings to Adam with this simple task Her whole body ached from the unaccustomed physical exertion, but it was a good kind of tired. Two hours later, he had her rise from the ground and hosed herself off with the garden hose, splashing her with a forceful stream of water until all the dirt was washed free. From her head to her feet she was dripping wet. There was a smile on his face, not something devious, but affectionate. Coming to her he ran his hand along her face, for a moment cradling her chin in his fingers and forcing her eyes to stare up at him. He ran one finger across her lips and she parted them just bar
ely, thinking that he might be lured into kissing her on the mouth.
“Are you hot here,” he asked, as his other hand skirted about her nether lips. Those plump labia enjoyed the tease and wanted more. She struggled not to move about his hand, thinking he’d find that too presumptuous of her. But he couldn’t mistake the involuntary jerking that came with such an intimate exploration of her aroused cunt.
“You want to move against my hand, don’t you?” he whispered to her.
“May I, sir?” she asked.
“No,” he said. His fingers continued to torment her. If for just a moment he gave her permission to respond, she might have climaxed, but he was much too cruel. He had her mesmerized, so bound by his command that she wouldn’t do anything but obey. It was his method to control her. When one finger poked through her labia to find her clit she gasped for air. The finger at her face moved to a nipple, thumb and index finger applying pressure a degree at a time, until a steady stream of pain rippled through her raw nerve endings. His eyes told her not speak, not to utter a sound and certainly not to protest. She bit her lip, the bite nearly as painful as the feel of his fingers on the sliver of flesh between them.
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