Nervously, Eric picked up the crop from the bed and gently tested it against his own hand. Not bad, he thought. Splat! The crop made contact with Donna's white buttocks, not even leaving a mark.
With her face hidden between her arms, Donna's chuckle was muffled. "You're going to need to do it harder than that. I won't break. You're the dominant. Show me how badly you want to fuck me. You've got to earn it. I've got no time for half measures. And that wasn't even half."
Eric frowned. Donna had always been the most cheerful, perkiest person he'd met. This new side of her was, he admitted, exciting. He began to talk loudly, his words adding emphasis as the crop made a fresh red mark. "Show you? Show you how badly…I will fuck you? You are the one who's bad. Very. Very. Bad."
Eric stopped to catch his breath. He hadn't whipped her as hard as he could, by any means, but he'd left a spider web of red streaks. If this was some kind of a test, he sure hoped he'd passed.
In answer, Donna straightened up. "I'll be good," she whispered. "Untie me. Please."
When he did, Donna slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down with them, releasing his erection. "I wanted you to take me with your clothes on," she whispered. "But we can do that another time. Handcuff time."
Donna picked up a pillow and threw it on the bed, stretching her arms above her head and wide open against another horizontal rail. "Just like you saw in the photo, Eric."
Breathing hard, Eric handcuffed first one hand, then the other, and climbed up on the bed at Donna's feet. "You are so beautiful, Donna."
Despite her position, Donna grinned. "Sure, sure. I'll bet you say that to all the women you tie up."
Unable to control himself any longer, Eric crawled up so that his face was above Donna's. "Keep your eyes open," he commanded.
As he entered her, hard, Donna's eyes widened. She lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around him as tightly as she could. She was trapped by the cuffs. But he was trapped by her now as well. Together, they rocked on the bed almost violently. He came quickly, but she wouldn't release him. "Stop. And. You'll. Be. Sorry," she gasped fiercely.
A moment later, they both collapsed. As their breathing became more even, Donna whispered. "Well. I'd say you are a very quick study."
Eric raised his head, first, then continued the movement until he was sitting at her feet. "You're a good teacher. Now, where are the keys to the cuffs?"
The bed and breakfast had been in a nearby village, full of art galleries and antique stores. Upon their arrival Friday afternoon, they'd walked along Main Street, browsed a few shops and had coffee at an outdoor café. Their nights had been spent in their Victorian room, making sweet love—a little sweeter than they had planned. The bed and breakfast was filled to capacity and had, apparently, very thin walls. As much as they wanted to break out the crop, handcuffs and other accouterments, they decided they could wait for all that until they returned home. Their "playtime" tended to get both rough and noisy. The delicate four-poster bed in their room did not look up to the challenge.
Saturday night, they had dined at a great Italian restaurant the bed-and-breakfast owner had suggested. Eric had asked for a private table in a back corner, and she soon found out why. He made a toast with their first glass of Cabernet, "To the woman of my dreams. May she always be in my life."
"You are so sweet," she said as she clinked her glass to his. "My turn." She leaned forward and brought her volume low and sultry. "To the man of my dreams, the yin to my yang, the Dom to my sub and the sub to my Domme. May you always, always be in my life."
Eric had nodded as he reached into his pants pocket and produced a small, blue box. As he opened it, Donna gasped. Inside, a beautiful diamond ring gleamed. The square princess cut in a gold setting gave the illusion of being larger than it was. "Eric!" Donna squealed.
Eric shook his head as he gazed at her. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Donna. Are you?" When she nodded vigorously, he took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. Donna admired it, turning her finger this way and that, loving the way it sparkled by the table's candlelight.
Their dinner arrived soon after, and they talked about future plans while they ate. "I can't wait to show everyone at work!" she'd exclaimed at one point before she caught herself. "Oh, what about Jessica? Should I tell her first, privately?"
Eric had sipped his wine thoughtfully. "If you think that's best. I don't think she'll have a problem with it. She and I just weren't right for each other." He looked at Donna with a leer. "Obviously," he added with a chuckle. "We were never on the same page and now I know why." He smiled across the table. "You taught me who I am. But Jessica? Whenever I see her, she seems to be happy for us."
"I think she may have started seeing someone," Donna said.
Eric nodded as he cut into his beef tagliata. "Really? Great!"
Donna's mood turned serious. "Eric, you did believe me when I told you I had no idea who you were, right? I'd never try to steal a friend's boyfriend. The way we met, was just so…like it was meant to be."
"I feel exactly the same way. I mean, it was incredible just meeting you, feeling close from the start, but everything else? Discovering someone who not only showed me what I wanted but was also willing to provide it? Amazing. Who
