His

by Carolyn Faulkner

  She acquiesced to his requests easily, mostly because he'd piqued her interest. Once she was dressed, he took her hand and guided her out the back door, then down the gentle slope towards what had been an abandoned guesthouse. It didn't look abandoned any more, but then it had been years since she'd been down here. If they had guests, which was rarely, they stayed in one of the multitude of bedrooms in the main house.

  As they got closer and closer, and she saw how it had been cleaned up and painted, Raina supposed that, if his present to her was to have renovated the place, so that they could have privacy even when they were invaded with family or friends, that would be lovely.

  But just then, his surprise - one of them, anyway - decided to announce itself, and a big black head craned over the half door of what had been converted to a stall, joined seconds later by a second, beautiful, fiery red ginger head that nickered at her as if they'd been friends for years.

  Raina was overwhelmed, and ran to pat those sleek necks and scratch the big, friendly faces. She'd had horse fever all her life - since she was six or eight or so and discovered horses through an ancient copy of "Black Beauty", but of course her family had absolutely no money for such luxuries. And then, now that she did have the money, she hadn't remembered the yearning, although it had never really left her.

  She'd confided her interest in horses to him one evening months and months ago, when they were talking quietly in the darkness. He'd suggested that she look into lessons, but she'd never gotten around to it.

  The sorrel kept butting her chest, as if demanding a special something. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't have a treat for you - " she started to apologize, but only until he produced a big bag of apples, which she doled out to the grateful animals, then threw herself into his arms.

  "Thank you so much - this is too generous!"

  He gave her a look that said she'd better not go any further with that sentence, and she didn't. She was much too tickled.

  "The stable is just big enough for the two of them. You have all the tack you need, and I have someone coming on a daily basis to take care of them."

  "Oh, wow, I was wondering how I was going to muck out a stall and get into work at the same time!" She was so happy she was practically dancing, and her happiness was infectious.

  "No, that's not all of your surprised, you know."

  When Raina turned to him, her eyes sparkled with dainty greed. "It's not?" she whispered, not really believing him.

  But he was shaking his head. "Nope. C'mere."

  They rounded the corner of the stable, to an area that had been converted into a tack room. And there, in the corner of the small room, was a basket, in which resided two babies, one of the canine persuasion and one of the feline, both festooned with big red ribbons that were bigger than they were.

  Raina was totally lost. She'd wanted animals and he hadn't, and she'd never pushed him about it at all. She'd lost her cat several years before they'd gotten together, and had always wanted to find another friend, and now she had two.

  "Oh, they're gorgeous!"

  She actually cried over them, and he wondered if he'd done the wrong thing, but she explained good tears versus bad to him. He was still left wondering if she was a little fragile from being sick, even though that was a while ago.

  She was also surprised that he was going to let them into his relatively pristine house, but he seemed to enjoy them as much as she did. Raina was glad that he'd gotten them together, so that as they grew up, they could be buddies.

  That weekend was one of the best in Raina's life. He'd waited on her hand and foot, up to a point, of course. He would never quite be able to pull of subservient, and she didn't really want him to, anyway. He'd cooked most of her meals himself, and they were even edible. She could eat chocolate at midnight, and had no bedtime the entire weekend, so they stayed up and watched DVDs, and even went out to a drive in at one point.

  He had the chef at one of her favorite restaurants come to make dinner for her - a beef bourguignon that was absolutely amazing - then happily, it seemed, helped her begin to potty train the puppy and establish a litter box for the kitten in a guest bathroom.

  And that Sunday night, before midnight came and he turned into a pumpkin, he worshipped her in the best way he knew how, but in a way he rarely did - with no leather, no bonds, no humiliation and absolutely no pain.

  He bathed her himself, in the huge sunken tub in their cavernous master bathroom. He'd surrounded it with jasmine scented candles, and stripped down to his underwear, dragging the softest washcloth he could buy over every single inch of her body, and even tenderly washing her hair, then wrapping her up in a huge fluffy towel and carrying her into their bedroom, where he dried her thoroughly and toweled dry her hair as much as he could. She let him spread her out on their bed in a very different way from how he usually did it, fanning her hair out behind her so that it would dry, if slowly, then letting him massage her until she was just a puddle of ooze on the comforter.

  And then he put his mind - and everything else he had, and all his intimate knowledge of her - to the wonderful task of pleasuring her. He kissed and licked and sucked every bit of flesh he could get to, and then settled down for the feast of a lifetime as he stretched out with his face between her legs, and half of himself hanging uncomfortably off the bed. Even so, he wouldn't have traded places with any man in the world. He was doing exactly what he wanted to do, for the only person in the world he wanted to do it to.

  When she finally let go - for one of the few times not on his command - he drank in her anguished cries of pleasure, and let them wash over him. They were as precious to him as any he would ever drive her to.

  He slipped up between her legs, gently sinking into her, rocking slowly side to side to get her to accommodate his girth, loving the way her body welcomed him, and didn't want to let him go. He had pleasured her each night, and whenever she'd requested it throughout the entire weekend, but he'd denied himself the whole time, keeping himself almost unbearably hard all weekend in order to be at her service whenever she might want him.

  But this time, he let himself go, let himself take her with the gentleness and finesse she didn't see from him that often, loving her slowly, and holding her tight in his arms as they both rocketed to ecstasy.

  As Raina was falling asleep in his arms a few moments later, she had a revelation.

  She'd found that rarest of jewels: Nirvana on Earth.

  Her Paradise was being his.

  The End

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