My lover. As recently as a year ago, I couldn't have imagined such an exotic concept, let alone an extraordinary person such as Lynn Jeffries to fill the role. I may as well have made plans based on winning the lotto, that's how foolish I would have been, flanked as I was by an angry spouse and a failing mother. And I never would have thought I would have missed my mother the more of the two, but there it was. In any event, I hadn't dared hope for any such level of fulfillment in my life.
But perhaps my successes had made me too bold, because now I wanted more. I wanted my lover to love me back. I almost thought she did, but I wanted her to say so without prompting. In fact, I had made a list of things I wanted, none of which were all that big of a deal, not for normal people, and all of which I thought would be just as good for her as for me.
1. I wanted her to say, “I love you.'
2. I wanted to make love in her bed.
3. I wanted to spend the night in her house.
4. I wanted to go out with her in public.
5. I wanted to meet her friends.
6. I wanted her to meet my friends.
We were already making love in my bed, and sleeping in it together. I had already told her I loved her, and repeated it at her request. I had asked her out. Today I would ask her when she would be free to meet my friends, left over from my marriage. I had discovered Lucille didn't want them, and I needed them. They were very interested in my new lover and I wanted to get all my important people on the same page. I was hesitant about Bev because I was quite sure she didn't want contact with Lynn, but I would ask all the same.
Now, I wasn't insane enough to present Lynn with this list. It was more to remind me of my goals and mark my progress. After all, I had yet to even see her bedroom, and she had cleverly dodged my invitation, but that couldn't go on indefinitely.
Despite my misgivings, I was thrilled to see her when she showed up with all the goodies for the barbecue Friday evening. It wasn't yet too warm to be outdoors in the evening, although the days were already pretty hot. Another week or two and it would be too hot for this without a pool to cool off in, which I didn't have. If I sold a book, I could get an aboveground one, perfect for midnight swims and safe for Jay and Sallie.
Lynn busied herself cooking and I puttered around setting the table and bringing her whatever she demanded. I felt almost domestic, almost married again, but that, of course, was because I wanted this so badly. I hadn't minded being single long ago, and I had loved being newly divorced, but now I was ready to share again.
“I think these are ready,” she announced, and soon we were munching away on the screened-in patio with two very interested dogs in attendance.
“Lynn, you are the most magnificent chef!” I praised her. “What's in this sauce?'
“Aha! That's a secret, but it does contain bourbon and I made it several days ago. It needs time to blend, not to mention some things are added a little at a time.” She winked. “Kind of like good sex.'
“Mmmmm, well, you seem to know all there is to know about both,” I told her. “And I don't need to know the secret ingredients as long as you make these every now and then.” I licked my fingers and reached for another rib.
“Be a good slave, Jane, and I will reward you appropriately,” Lynn intoned, and we both laughed.
We had our ice cream inside and started watching Bound. As I had hoped, the best scene, early in the movie, got Lynn excited. Soon she was pressed against my side. “Does one woman tie the other up?” she asked as one of them arched on the mattress and the sheet popped loose.
“No, that's later, and a man does it to them,” I whispered, kissing her.
“Pity.” She was quiet a minute. “Will you tie me up?'
“Want it bad, huh?'
“Tie me up and lick me,” she breathed.
“Oh, honey,” I said. I was already shaking. “I'll tie you up and keep you on the edge for hours.'
“Make me beg,” she growled. “Refuse me.'
“I'll do that, you little tart,” I told her. “You'll get what you deserve.'
“Punish me,” she whimpered. “Put me in my place.'
“Lynn, I'm gonna take you and do whatever I want with you,” I murmured. I turned to take her, but she took me in a voracious kiss, pushing me onto my back on the couch, mounting me, rubbing herself into my crotch. We lost track of the movie and were soon in the bedroom where she sank to the floor and began opening my jeans with her teeth.
I backed up to the dresser and fumbled around for some scarves. She undressed me with her quick little hands and then tore her own clothes off. I got hold of her and stroked her from behind, getting a handful of her juices. “Cunt,” I told her. “You have no shame.'
“Uh… no, I don't,” Lynn grunted, thrusting. “Take me, you damned big bully.'
“I oughta fuck you right up your butt,” I remarked. “But not now. Get on your back in the bed.'
“I have to pee,” she resisted.
I don't do golden showers or anything like that, so I simply said, “One minute.'
By the time she got back, I had the scarves in place. “These are slip knots,” I told her. “You can loosen them by pulling the ends. I never use anything permanent to restrain a sub in private. It's too risky.'
“Good. Yes, okay,” she agreed quickly, zoning in on subspace. She tried her bonds slightly, but soon settled. I lit a couple of aromatic candles and started classical guitar CDs.
Then I crawled up between her legs and began to feed on my captive. She was the sweetest woman I had ever eaten, and incredibly responsive to everything I did to her. I moved up and caressed her clit with my nipple and when she realized what I was doing to her, she began to shake uncontrollably. “Janie, Janie, oh, God, lover, let me come on your tits, Jesus, yes!'
“You wish,” I told her, and I moved up over her and let most of my weight down between her legs. I sucked her tiny nipples to attention and I devoured her mouth, soft one minute, rough the next, while she strained upward to try to get some part of me to touch her clit.
“Janie, Janie.” Her voice had dropped to such a low tone it sounded almost guttural, and then I heard words I didn't recognize. Russian again. She must have had quite a passionate interlude with a Russian speaker, I supposed, because that was where she went when she was at her most helpless.
I covered her lips with mine and made her concentrate on me, and when I felt her surrender, I left her mouth and moved down the bed where I plunged back into her womanhood and gave her the stimulation she sought, but not the release.
Lynn groaned in the deep ecstasy that comes from lack of control and she pressed her flesh into me for more. She was approaching orgasm; I could feel her shuddering, so I pulled back.
“Janie!” she wailed, “Janie! Finish me!'
“Uh-uh,” I said. Instead, I moved up so that I was seated between her spread legs. I put my thighs over hers and inched up so our bushes were nearly touching. Then I plunged my hand into my own slit and began to caress myself.
Lynn could just about feel the motion from my hand against herself and she went berserk, thrashing in her bonds. “You can't do this to me! You can't!” she grated. Her bright blue eyes were insane with need.
“Should I gag you?” I asked, stroking myself. It felt so incredibly good.
“No.” She shook her head. “Save that for pain or those boot-orgasms. Not now. Please. Red.'
That was her safeword and I nodded. “Don't worry. I know a better way to keep you quiet.'
“Do it to me,” she demanded,
“It's so very simple, too,” I informed her, lazily pleasuring myself against her. I was near enough now.
I rose to my knees and released her right hand, then lowered myself full length on her, bringing her hand between my legs. “If you ever wanna come tonight,” I breathed in her ear, “Do a good job. Make me come all over you.'
Instantly she was inside me, those tiny, graceful fingers doing things to me that I couldn't do to myself. I covered her mouth with mine and lay still until she made me come on top of her, jerking uncontrollably, writhing with blinding pleasure.
“Again.” She did me, and I came on her some more.
“Again!” I demanded.
