Together We Stand

by JA Lafrance

  Fuck!

  His hand finds my tushy once again. He swirls His open palm about my cheeks, warming me, as if to warn more touch is on the way.

  There I lay, secure under His presence, yet captive in the darkness of unknown, senses heightened amid fierce sexual tension, bearable by the state of relaxation at His hands and voice. The back and forth of His play upon me is pure mastery, yet insane.

  My Dom’s hand creeps down between my spread legs, and suddenly cups my pussy and ass, issuing a firm squeeze, almost lifting me off the bed as His hand applies greedy pressure to my most wet and sensitive core.

  Arhhh…Fuck!

  “Please. Sir.”

  Gavin softens His grip and oscillates His fingers, back and forth, on my clit, nudging me into a climb that will see me coming apart sooner than later at His command.

  A satisfied giggle leaves the pit of His lungs and rumbles lowly behind me. He knows I am primed and ready.

  The sound of the vibrator draws close, trailing up my inner thigh, electrifying my nerves to the point I can’t hide the tremble in my legs. I try desperately to calm my body with slow, deep breaths and wait…

  Finally, the new toy slips inside me, edging slowly into place. One half of it nestles neatly in my pussy, delivering perfect pulses of arousal against my inner wall, not far from my G-spot. The other end rests firmly outside, against my clit, its soft pulsating lobe tickling me with a relentless enthusiasm.

  Oh. My. God!

  This toy. My bound position. My Dom’s hands. This will all be my end tonight! A perfectly devised scene of submission to relax me, then a slow build to forced orgasm. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to maintain control of myself…

  And seconds later, the blissful climb gets real.

  If my toy isn’t enough to blaze a trail toward my release, Gavin helps lead me there with His skillful hands. With oiled palms, He once again connects with me, starting at the soles of my feet, trailing a single finger along each foot, tickling me.

  He knows I hate being tickled. Fucker!

  I flinch and wriggle about.

  His big hand lands across my ass, the wicked spank settling me into submission. My chest heaves, I’m startled into obedience. I quickly tune into His touch in the darkness once again.

  Two warm hands grasp at the backs of my heels, massaging them deep, before cupping my calves, slithering slowly along their length until the web of His palms nudge into the backs of my knees. I lift my ass up a little higher and rock my hips, silently begging Him to continue His tactile assault up my legs while letting the vibrator shift slightly about my stunned clit.

  I pant, exhaling helplessly as my body is overcome with stimulation while bound and blinded. My chest rises and falls against my bed as I am taken by Gavin’s hypnotic actions, quickly climbing to that perfect pinnacle of pleasure.

  His hands slide up the backs of my legs and dig deep into my butt cheeks, switching from firm massages to barely felt drags of His fingertips, swirling about random and opposing locations on my legs, ass and lower back.

  I can’t take this anymore.

  “May I come, Sir?”

  “No.”

  Mmmm fuck…

  I pant harder, my chest heaving and my hands in fists, fighting to tear apart the chain that links my handcuffs.

  “Sir. I must come… Now…”

  “Just a bit longer.”

  Fuuuckkk!

  My mind slams its focus on every single influence on my body at this very moment, and I raise and lower my butt, tensing my trembling legs to wriggle free as it’s all I can do to hold back what will be an extraordinary release.

  My Dom reaches forward and massages the back of my neck and silences me with His words…

  “Now focus. And…”

  I picture every ounce of mindful energy dropping from my head down to my core, and await His next word…

  His other hand moves to cup my pussy once again, pressing the wild little toy a little firmer against my sensitive lips, swirling its tip around my swollen clit. And with a husky whisper I hear Him.

  “Come for me.”

  “Gahhh!!”

  Bliss…

  In a single word, I shake about and fall freely over the edge…coming hard on the bed. My legs weaken and I kick out, clamping them tight as I orgasm.

  Waves of pleasure channel down my chest and belly, charging my core and legs to spasm repeatedly. Slow percussions of adrenaline carry my climax through its apex.

  “Please.” I gasp, wriggling about on the bed, begging to be uncuffed.

  At once, Gavin fetches the key and releases me from the restraint, and I turn over. Once the blindfold is removed, I grab the back of His head and pull Him in for a deep, mind-blowing kiss.

  I smile at Him and giggle speechlessly. Before Gavin can say anything, He watches my eyes fall closed, noticing that I’m still under the effects of my new toy.

  “Let me take care of that,” He whispers. “Punishment position.”

  I nod and assume my place on the bed, ass up, face down on a pillow, and arms extended comfortably forward. I bend my knees, pointing my feet straight up into the air, ready for His next doing.

  With my clit overwhelmed, He pulls the toy out, giving my tender spot a chance to cool off. But with my insides still ablaze, Gavin instinctively tends to me, offering me one more blissful release.

  He kneels behind me and teases my core with His tongue. A single lick along my lips up along the crease of my cheeks and I feel the scruff of His beard reassure me that he’s close and lewd and calculating.

  Seconds later, two fingers slide inside me, plunging deep in my glistening pussy as far as He can penetrate. Instantly, He begins a repeated “come-here” curl of His digits, tapping my g-spot over and over as I close my eyes and focus on another incredible wave building quickly inside me.

  With calves hanging off the bed, arms stretched, and body inclined, a slight stress magnifies in my limbs, quickening the draw on my nerves. As my g-spot continues to be percussed, the cumulative effects are more intense than I can imagine, and I breath harder, and louder until…

  “Gaaaah… Fuuuckk!”

  I bite into my pillow and clench my fists. My legs clamp together hard, trying to contain the waves that course through me. My mind explodes into an irrational state of thoughtlessness. I float adrift on a sea of subspace, carelessly lost in the titillating surges of indescribable, primal exhilaration.

  I take my time, second by second, to ride out every perfect rush as it fleets away, leaving me soothed and peaceful and content beyond words.

  Gavin falls to my side, landing on His chest, His arms tucked at His sides with an eager look of curiosity and satisfaction in His gaze.

  “You must be drained.” He smiles.

  I look to His honest eyes, the dark, molten hues circling His pupils captivating me.

  “I am, sweetie.” I lift my hand to His jaw and rub it, enjoying the feel of His beard, and trace a finger along His soft lips.

  Gavin takes my hand and massages it gently, still connected to me by His sweet contemplation.

  “Feeling better?”

  I nod quietly and smile.

  He draws me close and I hear the smoothness of His voice through His chest as He cares for me after letting me step away from the obligations of reality.

  “Remember to try and have more good days than bad days, sweetheart. It’s all you can do.” I nod again, nuzzling into His chest. “And any time you have a bad day, I will be right here to take your hand, and ease you away to a perfect place.”

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  Catching the Lovebug

  Jennifer Rose

  Quarantined and socially distanced, Tessa, Ben and Kyle face the challenges and struggles of COVID-19 isolation. When all is said and done will they part company as friends, foes or will the lovebug strike? —
Catching the Lovebug

  Catching the Lovebug

  It all began one Friday afternoon in March of 2020. With just a few words, Tessa’s life spiraled out of control, the world had flipped on its axis, and everything changed for the worst. Everything!

  “Got an email from HR,” Ben confirmed, pointing at the screen of his laptop. “Some major flu thing is shutting schools and businesses down.”

  “Rumors are flying in the news, a Chinese flu so they say. Where does that leave us?” Tessa asked, confusion written in her wrinkled brow.

  “Home,” Ben announced, reaching up and pressing his finger into Tessa’s brow to release the tension.

  “Home?” Tessa swatted his hand away and Ben laughed.

  “Yup, until further notice. Could be a few weeks or as much as a few months. It’s all very vague. We’re basically on quarantine until further notice.”

  “Oh my god!” Tessa dropped into her chair rubbing her temples. “Quarantine? That’s bad. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Is this a pandemic? We’re all going to die, aren’t we? I can feel my throat closing off—”

  “Are you finished?” Ben retorted barely pulling his eyes from the screen to look over at Tessa, who had turned pale as a cotton sheet and was fanning her face with a paper napkin. “We’re not going to die, but not anytime soon. So, calm the frig down.”

  “Our project deadline!” Tessa sat up straight and tossed the balled-up napkin into the wastebasket. “I can’t afford to lose this contract. I’m already behind in rent, my car is in the shop and it’s going to cost a small fortune to get it out.”

  “Two weeks,” Ben took a breath as he tried to reason with her. “Consider it a stay-cation. Kick-off your shoes, take it easy, relax.”

  “And when Hilliard wants the revised plans, what do we tell them?” Tessa griped, waving the incomplete blueprints in Ben’s face. “Can’t exactly tell them we were on a vacation, didn’t have time for important things…like their plans!”

  “Again, with drama,” Ben said the exact moment his computer pinged announcing a new email. He read it over and turned to Tessa with a smile. “Problem miraculously solved. Mason wants us to work from home.”

  “Sounds like a perfectly logical plan. But there’s one small detail y’all seem to be missing,” Tessa held onto her whiny tone. “We live in two different houses clean across the city from one another. How are we going to do this, move in together?”

  “Why not?” Ben asked, with a sedate shrug of his shoulders. “We could make it work.”

  “Unfortunately, my apartment is about the size of a postage stamp, there’s barely enough room for me and Alley as it is. Besides, my landlord would have a bird if he knew I moved someone in. He’s already pissed about the late rent. This would tip the man over the edge.”

  “Who’s Alley?” Benjamin asked.

  “My cat. I found her in an alley, hence the name. You should have seen her; she was the scrawniest thing.”

  “My place is plenty big,” Ben boasted as he rolled up the blueprints and slipped them into a travel cylinder. “My great-aunt Maggie left me her house when she passed. It’s an old Victorian. I’ve been renovating it for a few years now and am still not finished. There are four bedrooms, two and a half baths, and an attic office. There’s not much property but it’s enough for me and Jenny.”

  Tessa’s heart sank, “Why didn’t I know you had a significant other?”

  From the first day Tessa met Ben, some four years ago, she’d been attracted to him. Though she’d never had the guts to act on those feelings, she did what any loser would do and adored Ben from afar. Tessa was convinced that he was the man of her dreams. But, in reality, she was far too nervous and in fear of ruining what little friendship they had going on.

  Ben laughed. “Jenny is my Golden Lab.”

  “That’s right, you have a dog.”

  “I have a dog,” he confirmed. “Oh, and I rent one of the bedrooms to my best friend, Kyle. Don’t worry though, he never comes out of his room and he won’t bother us. What do you think? You’ll have your own room complete with an ensuite. Alley’s more than welcome, too.”

  “If you’re sure.” Tessa felt the need to keep on testing the waters, it was laughable really and she knew it by the sharply raised brow over Ben’s left eye.

  “I am not in the habit of making offers and reneging,” he assured. “I’ll run down to receiving and grab a few boxes so we can pack up everything and be on our way. I’ll even hit the grocery store after I drop you off to pack your things. I’m afraid my fridge is bare.”

  During their working relationship, Ben had always been well-organized, strategic, and never missed a deadline once, basically the bossy one. Whereas Tessa was the perfectionist, the detail girl, and the worrier for them both. Somehow it worked effortlessly, and she didn’t mind his authoritarian ways for the most part.

  “I don’t have a choice,” Tessa grumbled, not wanting Ben to see her elation.

  “Sure, you do, you go to your house and I’ll go to mine and we’ll see where we both stand in two weeks.”

  “No!” Tessa blurted. “I mean, no, I’m willing to make the sacrifice... for the project.”

  Ben peered over the rim of his reading glasses before taking them off and placing them on his head. “I’ll get the boxes.”

  Watching Ben’s posterior turn and walk from the room was the highlight to Tessa’s day; a smile creased her lips as she began gathering things they’d need.

  “Welcome to my humble abode. I’ll let Jenny out back before I show you to your new digs,” Ben instructed, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen table while the Labrador jumped and bounced excitedly, her tail lashing through the air like a whip. “Make yourself comfortable. There’re cold drinks in the fridge. If you get one, would you grab me a brewski, too? If you don’t mind of course.”

  Alley meowed loudly as the carrier was placed on the floor beside Tessa’s bags. Tessa walked towards the kitchen, internally ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the grandeur of the old Victorian which was exactly like walking the halls of a romance novel. It appeared much larger on the inside and not quite what she envisioned two bachelors living in. From the way Ben talked on the ride over, it was nothing special, just another house on the block. The block that happened to be on the ritzy side of town.

  Tessa lived on the not so picturesque side of the city, where the houses were shacks and between the overgrown weeds and gravel driveways, there were dilapidated cars, old furniture and junk piled in mounds. It was the kind of area you didn’t dare wander after dark, if dogs didn’t eat you alive the gun-toting neighbours surely would.

  “Heaven,” Ben sighed on a breath of beer vapours. “Nothing like a cold one after a long day’s work. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

  After Tessa unpacked, hung her clothes in the closet, and got Alley settled, she wandered through the house nosing around each room taking in the splendor while trying to imagine when it was new. She found Ben in the kitchen and sat at the table watching while he chopped up vegetables and tossed them into a sizzling skillet. The mixture of herbs and spices permeated her nostrils, she took a deep breath and her stomach gurgled.

  “Your house is beautiful,” she told, as she sipped Mike’s Hard Lemonade from an ice-cold bottle.

  “Thanks, not many people appreciate the effort,” Ben offered a gleaming smile. “It was worth all the blood, sweat, and numerous splinters. I’m making a stir-fry; I hope you like chicken? I thought we could eat before we turn the dining room into office space.”

  “I thought there was an office in the attic.”

  “A crude version of an office,” Ben laughed. “It’s not quite finished. Actually, it’s going to be more of a study-like-library where I can curl up with a good book and relax.”

  They made small talk during dinner regarding work mainly, then Tessa loaded the dishwasher that was skillfully disguised to look like a panel of drawer-fronts before they got to work on the new of
fice area.

  A floral print bedsheet was used to cover the dining table and a magnificent buffet, where Benjamin spread out the rough blueprints they needed to work on. While Tessa wired up the equipment, Ben grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar and two glasses. It wasn’t too long before the make-shift office was all set up to go.

  “Now that that’s taken care of, what would you like to do?” Ben asked as he refilled both of their glasses.

  Pull you into my arms and kiss you like a thirsty woman with a hole in her cup, Tessa thought as she chugged back her wine.

  A sudden slamming of the front door caused them both to jump and Ben to spill his glass of wine down his shirt.

  “Ben!” a male voice shouted. “You're not going to believe the shit that went down today at work." The handsome stranger filled the dining room doorway and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Tessa. “Oh, sorry, you have company. I’ll make myself scarce, we’ll talk later.”

  “Hang on, Kyle,” Ben instructed. “I want you to meet Tessa; we work together. She’s going to be staying with us for a few weeks, I want you to make her feel at home.”

  “Sure thing,” Kyle offered his hand and took hers, lightly pecking her knuckles to his lips. “It will be my honour to have such a beauty under the same roof.”

  “Easy boy,” Ben warned. “Tessa is off-limits, she’s here to work.”

  “I can speak for myself, thank you, Ben,” Tessa said breathlessly, her cheeks bright red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kyle.”

  “Anyway,” Ben briefly explained his and Tessa’s situation.

  Kyle explained that he was a grocery manager and would have no choice but to work. They strategized a plan for their safety. They put sanitation practises into action and prayed for this all to be over quickly.

  “I’m beat,” Tessa confessed soon after their conversation wound down. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to have a quick shower and get some rest.”

  “Go for it, I’m going to take Jenny out back for her nightly constitutional and I’ll see you in the morning.” Ben whistled for the dog who came bounding from the kitchen, tail wagging eagerly. “Breakfast is served at seven.”