stay there.
Therefore it was with considerable trepidation that I rose to go down the hall to her bedroom when she called me. Try telling yourself at a moment like that, if it doesn't work out, you will just pick up the pieces and get on with your life. I knew damn good and well that losing her would be devastating, and that if I left now, before I made love to her, it would hurt less.
Knowing all that, I did it anyway.
Chapter Nineteen
Lynn looked magnificent. She had lit candles again and wore only her boots and gloves. She carried the crop and, as soon as she saw me start down the hall, she ordered me to my belly and made me crawl the entire distance until my lips touched the toes of her boots.
She let me kiss them as long as I wanted for a change, but when I felt her pussy dripping into my hair, even I realized it was time to press on. I began to kiss my way up her leg, where she had oozed from her thick, moist thatch to her thighs and her boots.
“Janie,” she groaned, because even though she was dominant, her legs were starting to tremble. As soon as I got high enough, she buried her gloved hand in my hair and all but dragged me on my knees to her bed where she sat and ordered me, “Spread your legs.'
As soon as I had complied, she slid the handle of her riding crop up into my pussy and while I was writhing, said, “Lose that and you lose all hope of coming, twat-licker.” She drew up her legs and let me into her steaming pussy. My arms were around her hips in a flash, pulling her hard into my mouth. I could have died right then and there, and in fact, I began to cry as I licked her out. The crop handle provided the most incredible stimulation, and I squeezed it tightly.
“Oh, sweetie, sweetie, don't cry,” I heard her whisper, even though her thighs were wrapped around my head. Her heels rested on my back and that sensation alone made me grind my own hips in frustration, but it was a good, hard, demanding need I could endure for hours at her command.
“Dr. Jeffries,” I moaned. She had no idea how much I had longed to worship her again, just like this.
“Uhhhhhh,” was all she managed to articulate. Although she was enjoying this, I knew she wanted me to dominate her. That was the entire point, at least at the beginning of our relationship, and I would give her what she wanted as soon as I felt reassured enough, and this was the only way she could do that. She would have to make me her slave again before she could be mine. It wouldn't be long; I already knew that even as her honey pulsed into my mouth.
“Suck it, slave,” she purred. “Drown while I come on your face.'
“Yes, Dr. Jeffries,” I wept, relieved beyond belief to have been allowed to return to her. The next day, no later, I would make this up to her. Then we would see how much more progress we could make, but now there was no rush. The only progress I was concerned with now was beating her all-time record for length, intensity and sheer number of climaxes.
I kept at her slow and steady, wanting it to last for a long time. If she wanted it faster, she would say so, and I would comply. Right at that moment, though, I could have knelt there, her boot heels digging into me as I made love to her, for an eternity. She held my head down with one hand, gripping the bedclothes with the other.
“Baby, baby,” she sighed, lifting slightly to push herself into my tongue. “Oh, yes, you know how I like it. Nice and hard and steady. Do me slow, Janie. Stay in me all day. Oh, lover, yes, oh, God.'
I would never have stopped eating her if I had a choice. My idea of a perfect day would be to make love to her as soon as she awoke, to show up in her office at noon and get her off, and then to go down on her for three hours before bedtime. Then, if she felt like it, she might get me off once or twice, but she certainly didn't have to, at least, not every day!
I concentrated on the hardness of her clit, the swelling of her labia, her heat, the tensing of her hard, tight thighs around my head. I had found that to keep in such terrific shape, she fenced, played golf, and lifted weights. God knew where she found the time, but unlike me, she didn't sleep in on weekends. Now she was using that perfect body to control me and demand everything I could give her.
As always, I was completely convinced I didn't deserve her, and had no way to reciprocate except through the privilege of making love to her exactly the way she wanted it. How in the world some man hadn't managed to stick with her was beyond me! She was perfect! All one had to do was obey her. How hard could that have been in light of the payoff?
Well, they weren't there and I was, and I responded to each gasp of pleasure as if it were a directive from God herself to continue or alter whatever I was doing. When she went completely rigid, and I knew she was about to burst with pleasure, I ground my entire face into her pussy so she would come like thunder, pound my back with her heels and demand even more.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Jane! Janie Janie Janie!” she screeched, and I knew I had succeeded in pleasing her. “Do it! Do it! Oh, fuck, DO IT!” she bellowed as I continued to lick her hard and fast, so that the orgasms would just keep coming without a break, tearing through her until she couldn't breathe. She rolled back and forth on the bed, dragging me with her as I pursued her throbbing center with all my might.
Finally her leg-lock on my head loosened and she lay still. “Clean me, slut,” she directed, and then she was silent except for whimpering as the aftershocks hit her.
Lynn was the most delicious woman I had ever had the pleasure of devouring. Her healthy life-style made her as sweet as ripe fruit. I wished I could somehow have licked her off my own face. But Lynn finally recovered enough to pull me up beside her and took care of a lot of her own juices while kissing me and torturing me with her gloved fingers and her booted legs. She held my legs wide apart, so wide that it hurt, and she didn't give a damn that it did, either.
“Ow, Lynn!” I yelped as she braced me.
“Ow, what?” she snarled, pushing even harder.
“Dr. Jeffries! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!” I begged.
“Don't you bullshit me, you little cunt. You want to be hurt even more than I want to hurt you.” I looked into her flashing blue eyes. I saw nothing but contempt. Lynn was so into her role that I actually believed she could torture me to death just for laughs.
“Have mercy, Dr. Jeffries,” I begged her sincerely. “You'll tear me apart.'
“Kiss me, you slut. Kiss me like your life depends on it,” she ordered, and I obeyed because I believed it did. I kissed her as submissively as I knew how, keeping my tongue out of her mouth, licking it as it invaded mine so far I was almost afraid of choking. She was so utterly dominant it made me tremble all over and my insides churned with delicious fear.
“Give up any ideas you have of coming,” Lynn suggested meanly. “I'm only stimulating you for my own pleasure. When you're about to come, I'm going to put you in my twat and come all over you again.'
“Yes, please use me like that. I only want to please you, mistress. Don't punish me. I'll behave. I promise,” I babbled.
Lynn's leather-covered fingers plunged deeply into me, forcing me into an arch that competed directly with the grip she had on the rest of my body. Little as she was, I was in no position to struggle. I could barely move or breathe.
All I could do was moan with terror and pain so terrible that it was fantastic. “Dr. Jeffries,” I groaned. “You're killing me. It hurts.'
“Does it? Good!” she laughed, and she turned the screws even tighter, grinding her gloved fist into my pussy.
I writhed, looking into Lynn's eyes. She leaned down and kissed me gently, probing with her tongue in my mouth even as her fingers tortured my clit. I gasped with pleasure and pressed up into her. A smile spread over her face. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?” she whispered into our kiss.
“You're in an excellent position to know,” I grunted. “You love this stuff, same as me.'
Her answer was another kiss. Sucking gently on her tongue, I found it hard to believe we had ever been
