When I felt Lynn banging her pelvis against the side of the bed in desperation, it triggered my own memories of lengthy denial and shot me right over the top. I convulsed, came in her mouth, and she groaned deeply and buried herself in me, intensifying my orgasms and getting soaked in the process. I continued to thrust into her until I couldn't come anymore, and believe me, I didn't hold back a bit. I used her exactly as she had begged me to do. I was too weak to push her away, so I let her clean me with her tongue. It was my right as a dominant anyway, to be cleaned up by my slave.
“Lynn,” I mumbled. “Mmmm, Lynn, that's enough. Stop.'
She withdrew and I sat up. “You give head like a real slutty little streetwalker, you know that?'
“Yes, I'm scum. Punish me,” she begged.
“You're not fit to lick my boots, much less shine them, but I'm going to let you do both,” I told her. “Stand up.'
She did, and I flicked the clip on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and her knees buckled, but I caught her in my arms. I tossed her onto the bed and went hunting for a stool that would work for my next trick. Lynn had decorative little items all over the house and pretty soon I found one in the shape of a leather camel I thought would work.
She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling when I came back. When I walked in, she slid to the floor on her face. “Please let me come,” she moaned into the carpet.
“You don't deserve to come,” I said cruelly. “Up on your knees now.'
She struggled up and looked at me. She was so needy! I loved her to pieces for needing me. Looking into her eyes, I steadied her with one hand on her shoulder and very carefully and gently removed the clip.
Lynn sighed. “Oh, thank God.'
“I wouldn't go that far,” I quipped.
“Even though I worship you?” she asked.
“Well, let's say my powers are limited,” I told her, and I kissed her deeply. She sagged and I caught her again. She was about at the end of her rope. I positioned the little camel and put my right boot on it. “Shine that, slut,” I said.
She squatted and let her weight down. She had no warning. As soon as her clit hit my leather, she exploded. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” she shrieked. I had to grab her and hold her on my boot so she could complete her orgasm, but even so, I wasn't done with her.
“Do the other boot, bitch,” I snarled.
Lynn hesitated briefly, then rose and sank again onto my left boot. The resulting climax almost blew her across the room, but again, I was there to hold her in place.
I made her lick herself off my boots, and then I made her come on them two more times. Finally I picked her up in my arms. She was limp and almost unconscious. Her head rolled loosely as I laid her down gently on the bed. I tenderly removed the dildo, the clips, the spreaders, the gag she had to have in every time she came. I got alcohol and a cloth from the bathroom, gave her a rubdown, and she sighed and made happy little noises as I worked on her.
“Oooohhhh, Janie,” she whispered. “Janie, how do you do that? How d'you make me come like that?'
“Oh, so no more ‘Fuck me, Major,’ huh?” I teased.
“Jjust love me. Say you love me,” Lynn pleaded, touching my face. Words can't express how soft and vulnerable she looked.
I smiled, lay down next to her and held her. “I love you, Lynn. I adore you, like your husbands should have, but I'm glad they didn't.'
“I was an idiot,” she observed. “Get undressed and hold me, please. Take that uniform off.'
I did as she asked. “Why are you an idiot?'
“Was, not am,” she pointed out with a wry grin.
“So? Why?” I asked, pulling her close and kissing her hair as we lay naked on the bed. The fan turned lazy circles above us and I thought for some reason of Scarlet O'Hara napping before the ball.
“I was unrealistic. After my first husband, I should have realized that even in this supposedly enlightened culture, men can't bring themselves to be like you, a tiger in the bedroom and a kitten everywhere else. And I can't stand to be controlled anywhere but here.'
“Outside of here, I'm your slave,” I reminded her.
“Are you really?” she mused.
“If you want. I have wanted to belong to a strong woman all my life. I don't care how selfish and demanding; but she has to be nice, positive, brilliant, well, everything you are.'
“I'm not nice. Don't go thinking that,” she cautioned me.
“And if that's true, why aren't you?” I challenged.
Lynn was quiet a while. “Because when I'm nice, I get hurt,” she whispered.
“Not by me. Hey, you wanna go out next weekend?” I asked to lighten the mood.
“Go out where?” she asked. I felt her tense.
“A movie? Dinner?” I suggested.
“If we stay in, I'll rent whatever you want to watch, and I'll make you whatever you like for dinner,” she countered.
Okay, I thought. Why doesn't she want to go out? But all I said was, “Yeah, but then I can't stay over.'
“Nope. Those are the rules, and as my slave, I expect you to obey them,” she said, sitting up. Clearly, our intimate little chat had come to an end, and she had promised nothing. She looked over at the clock on the dresser. “Hey, sweetie, I'm sorry, but I have work to do. You'll have to excuse me.'
“Okay,” I said, trying not to sound dejected. I felt pushed away. She had thrown me the bone of the prospect of a pleasant night in together, but she hadn't said she loved me, wouldn't go out with me, and wanted me out of there that minute.
“Don't sulk, Jane. You have more of me than anyone else,” Lynn warned, and I heard the steel in her voice. This woman who had just come screaming on my boots was not to be trifled with.
I looked at her and then I sank to my knees on the floor beside the bed. I took her hand and kissed it and said, “Yes, ma'am.'
Lynn's face softened instantly and she smiled. “Good girl. After you dress, we can discuss next weekend, all right?” She bent and kissed me lightly and let herself out.
When I left my room, I found her in her study with the door open. She had changed to a tank top and shorts. I knocked.
“Come in. Sit a moment. What do you want me to make for you next Saturday?” She had already spread out a bunch of folders and her monitor was on. Her reading glasses were perched on her nose. Paprika was curled under the desk at her feet, and I was irrationally jealous of the dog for a brief instant.
“Aren't you coming to see me on Friday?” I asked.
“I'd love to. I can barbecue at your house if you like, instead of here. What's your pleasure?” she asked.
“Ribs, but not the thick ones. And I'll pick up some movies. I know your schedule is tight.'
Lynn cocked her head at me. “You're very responsive to my needs and very flexible, Jane. Please don't think I don't appreciate that.” She stopped a moment to gather her thoughts. “I hope we can come to some accommodation that's comfortable for both of us.'
“Me, too, Lynn. I want very much to accommodate you. It's what I do, you know,” I said.
“And you do it well.” She rose. “Let me see you out.'
In no time at all I was home again, wondering what in the world I had to do to make this difficult little woman admit she loved me.
Chapter Fourteen
I couldn't resist renting the classics Bound and Thelma and Louise. Nor could I imagine Lynn had seen either one. In case she had or couldn't tolerate them, I got a couple more up-to-date “chick flicks.” They were ready and the coals were smoking as I awaited my lover.
