by Tilly Greene
“The legal age for consent in England is sixteen. He didn’t break any laws, although I look back now and know I wasn’t versed enough in life experience to make such a decision.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and held her tighter. She wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but it didn’t matter. Being in his arms seemed to heal her open wounds.
“Both my parents were Olympic riders and it was my goal to be one as well. I figured it was in my blood and therefore a given. I was going to win the gold and surpass them, be better than them, and they encouraged me to think in such terms. Eventually my father retired and worked as an advisor for the British team. There was never an assumption I was entitled to any special treatment by the rest of the team or me. Particularly me, but my skill and numbers put me there.”
While they’d never been a particularly close family, she hadn’t anticipated what happened.
“We were at Beijing and I’d made it into the final round for individual eventers. I was preparing for the last leg, cross-country, and looked for Max. Usually he would be at my side, helping me get my horse settled and giving me advice on the course. Then I found him and a daughter of another advisor. They were walking with their arms around each other. It was no big deal until the two became touchy feely and my eyes were opened. Finally, I realized why he hadn’t been around as much.
“Needless to say, my head wasn’t in the mindset for intense riding and I was thrown. Of course I got back on, redid the jump, and made it across the line in goodish time. I won the bronze, not the gold. There was no goodbye, we’re finished, let’s move on. As far as I was concerned, we were done and there was no reason for a confrontation.”
Molly took a deep breath and got to the part that had hurt more than the breakup.
“I was sad and figured eventually I could move on, but it wasn’t to be. After all the muck, I left when my parents told me to stop crying over a man. They figured I should be crying over my horrific performance at the Olympics. Apparently I’d shamed them and their standing within the equestrian community. How could they continue to claim their expertise when their own daughter, the golden child for the British equestrian team, choked, failed…you get the idea.”
There, the ugly marks on her past were out there. She wasn’t sure what she wanted from Jon and tried hard to not have any expectations, either. Sharing the past with someone was one thing, wanting them to say something to make it all better was wrong.
With his chin rested on top of her head and arms around her tightly, he shared a sigh. There were a few ways she could take his response. Molly settled on the one she wanted and hoped it was the same for him. Ultimately she was not happy with how her parents handled the situation.
“Five years is too long to waste thinking about when people don’t support you.” The quiet statement had a good dose of truth to it. In the end, the fact they were her parents didn’t matter. They didn’t support her as a young woman, fine, life had continued. She needed to forgive them and move on.
“You’re right. I should call them and get on with my life. I’m almost twenty-six years old, there’s a lot more to come my way.” She moved her head to rest on his bicep and looked directly at him, locking her eyes to his. “Thank you for listening and not judging.”
“No, I’m sorry, but I did judge. I judged your coach. What he did disturbs me and my morals as a man. I’m utterly disgusted with how he used a young woman both emotionally and physically.” His hands grasped hold of her face and he held her firmly as he spoke. “I’m pained by what you went through as a young lady, but I am proud of the woman you have become. Proud you’ve moved past the ugliness to be here with me.”
“I’ve only ever had sex with him and you, and with you it was magical,” she confirmed with a smile.
“What we had together wasn’t sex, Molly. Sex is when there’s no feelings involved and I have feelings for you, lots of them.” What he said wiped the smile off her face and took her breath away. He cared and she more than cared, which left the question of whether or not there a future for them.
“I have feelings for you,” she confided and leaned up to seal her words with a kiss.
They shared one of the sweetest and most seductive lip locks. There were no tongues, only what they were feeling and their lips touching. At first it was soft, gentle, maybe even loving, then it turned into more. The feelings and passion were still there as they deepened the kiss. They pressed their lips more firmly together, her in a bid to push everything away except him.
Jon pulled back and watched her closely as he spoke.
“Shall we make feelings again?”
Molly wanted to laugh at his using feelings instead of love, except she understood how much weight the word carried with its use. The seriousness of where they found themselves seeped in and she was surprised by what it brought to mind. Her joy over possibly falling in love again brightened her mood even further.
With a newfound confidence in them as a couple, she gave him her answer and asked a question of him.
“Definitely, and will some of it be with BDSM?”
There, she’d put the activity out between them. Was he actually involved in that particular world, or was it a rumor? There’d been no hint of his being kinky when they were in bed together, and she’d expected something.
“Do you know what BDSM is?”
“No, well, not specifically, but in general. It’s tying up a partner and taking them, right?” She wasn’t sure about the specifics, which fed her curiosity even further. Actually, what she knew, the handcuffing or tying up and taking, turned her on. Secretly she hoped it was an interest of his which they could experiment with together.
“Kind of, but there’s much more to it. Some say they’re separate predilections. One would be bondage, then dominance and submission, and another sadism and masochism. However, others prefer to label it bondage and discipline and S&M. In general terms, the B is for bondage, D is domination and the SM is sado-masochism.”
“Oh, sounds confusing.” She was surprised the simple acronym wasn’t set in stone.
“Only as much as you want it to be, but I suggest you pick a definition you like and go with it.” Jon was a relaxed person and she liked that about him.
“What is set in stone when it comes to the BDSM world?”
“Well, for one thing, whatever happens is between consenting adults. There is no room for someone being forced to do something they don’t want to do. Many people use safe words to call a halt to the action and others, more lifestylers than anyone else, prefer to rely on the Dom or Domme to know their subs well enough to stop when they’ve had enough.” He stretched out further and pulled her closer.
Secured, safe, and cherished all raced through her with many other emotions in the mix. Mentally, it was a beautiful place to be, with him at her side. Physically, she felt frisky as they started talking about BDSM. It was a more serious conversation and she wasn’t sure why.
“The SM, sado-masochism part, is all about a person who finds pleasure in giving pain and the other in receiving. I personally find no interest in either of those roles.” As he talked in a calm, no-nonsense tone, one of his hands spread across her belly. The pinky touched her mound. Only touched and nothing else.
“What about the domination? It sounds like it would be harsh.”
“Depends on how a person approaches the scene.”
“Wait, a scene? What do you mean?” She liked to know every question she asked would be answered.
“A scene is when the people involved, all of whom know the parts they’re going to play beforehand, follow the agreed upon activities to their conclusion. In other words, they play until everyone comes.”
“Got it, now finish what you were going to say about domination. Please,” she said the last word with a big grin. She was demanding, but in a nice way.
“Dominants can be as firm or gentle as they want to be, it depends on how their submissives react. Everyone is in it for pleasu
re and seeks out like minded partners or, in this case, their opposites.”
“I can’t see someone being nice as they dominate another person.” She still found nothing intriguing about BDSM and she was starting to worry if he was interested in the sexual preference.
“I dominated you earlier when you opened your blouse for me while I barbequed.” He laughed softly and reached up to pinch a nipple. Inhaling sharply, she took a second to remember the conversation and struggled. All the lust his pinch brought to the surface raced straight down to her pussy and robbed her brain of thinking cells.
As she breathed unsteadily, she remembered how he’d asked her to uncover her breasts. Their conversation at the grill replayed through her mind, she suddenly gasped. Jon had told her the only reason she needed to unbutton her blouse was because he’d asked. He had dominated her and she had most definitely enjoyed it.
“You did,” Molly told him, sounding surprised. “Does it mean I’m a submissive?”
“You certainly reacted like one. Did you like unbuttoning your blouse no matter who might walk outside and see your breasts, simply because I asked?” Jon released the nipple and softly circled the areole.
“I made my choice when I figured out I didn’t care about what anyone else might think or see, except you. I was turned on and wanted your touch.” She said nothing except what was true for her.
“I’d say you lean towards being a sub, but it’s only a label. BDSM is only letters with definitions attached. You do whatever makes you happy, is how I choose to look at things. Some would call me a Dom and I’m fine if they do, but I don’t call myself one. My kink preferences are to dominate my partner, and also to bind them up and pleasure them.
“Basically I’m a guy who enjoys toys, gadgets, furniture…things to hopefully enhance and take things to a new level. They are my tools to help make things more fun. I never blindfold or obscure my partner’s mouth. I want them to see everything and tell me how they’re enjoying themselves or not.”
For a second it sounded like he was interviewing for a job, then she realized in a way he was.
“Do you want to dominate, bind, and use your gadgets on me?” She wasn’t sure where the guts to ask the question had come from, but she was proud of herself for doing it.
“Yes, but I’m not sure you know what I’m talking about. I’ve made it sound nice, erotic and tied it up in a pretty bow, but it isn’t. If I had to say it was something more than any other, I’d call it lust first and foremost. I’d want to make you come, and often. There be would no pretty cries, but all out guttural need voiced as pleas for more.”
The picture he painted stunned her. His words didn’t dissuade her from wanting to try. If anything, he encouraged her to want it more.
“I didn’t see any sign of toys in your bedroom or the guest room. Would you normally go to a club and find a partner there?”
“There’s been no one I’ve had sex with or got kinky with since a few weeks before you arrived. From our first meeting in the diner, I haven’t wanted to spend time with anyone but you.” His words made her glow brighten further. He wanted her and she wanted him. Would their getting kinky, as he called it, ruin things between them? She didn’t want it to, but she knew this was a part of his life. He wanted it, and she would try to fit in.
“I’m flattered and thrilled you want to be with me. I want to be with you, all of you.” Jon shifted the blanket off them and ran his hand down from where it dallied with her nipples. It moved over her stomach ultimately to dabble between her inner thighs. His fingers tickled, but also seduced. She wanted to part them for him again, only he used his hold on her knee to lift the leg until it draped over one of his.
Spreading her open, he cupped her mound and teased her by dipping a finger inside her pussy while his thumb circled her clit.
For a moment she focused on how his cock nestled against her backside. Solid, thick, and growing harder. She wanted to feel him inside her again. Plunging or still, she flat out wanted him again and again.
“If you want to do this, test the waters, we can go out to my teepee and play as much as you want.”
“You have a personal teepee?” She was excited by how his voice rumbled along her back. The man was more interesting by the second.
“I built it for my enjoyment, nothing else. Then I started to fill it with toys and furniture and things. It’s my personal bondage oasis. No one has ever been inside or knows its kinky side. Most think the only thing happening behind the white covering is meditation or something similarly zen-like.”
“No one? I’d be the first?” Nothing could tell him more succinctly how she was meant to have her first experience in a place that no one else had ever visited, much less submitted to his pleasures. She deserved a fresh platform to introduce her to a bondage lifestyle and was pleased he was able to offer her one.
“Yes, the absolute first,” he told her as he pinched and twisted her bundle of nerves. It surprised her to discover exactly how close to the edge of coming she actually was. “You’d have to enter the structure naked and ready to submit to me. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. How do you feel about being tied in a way you can’t move your arms?”
“Very interested,” she told him and placed a hand over his where it rested between her legs. Her hand wasn’t there to help him do anything, he needed no guidance. What she needed to do was calm things down otherwise she’d shatter.
“What about securing you to a piece of furniture?”
“Yes,” she murmured and closed her eyes to fall even further into his verbal seduction.
“The toys may be things you’ve never seen before, but I promise they’re for pleasing you and therefore me. Are you okay if I show you the toys first, explain how they work? How they should please us both?” His voice had dropped even lower and he added a second finger to the first to thrust in and out of her slit.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned and knew it was both her excitement about what he offered and how he pleasured her body.
“Then,” he told her and twirled her clit, then pushed the two fingers inside her and moved them into a hook.
“Let’s,” Jon said as he pressed the fingers against her walls in search of her g-spot. She knew what he was looking for because she’d sought it out and never found it.
The moment he found the spot, he pressed firmly, and her hips tensed up. She held onto his wrist with both hands as she broke. He gave her a pulsing, groaning, eye-rolling release before he whispered in her ear as she started to come back to earth.
“Go.” Laughing, he sucked his fingers clean before he held her close.
“We are going to have such a good time in my teepee,” he told her and she smiled.
“I have a lot of orgasms waiting to be released after my years of celibacy. Hope you’re up for the challenge.”
Jon was all man and she needed to spend more time with him, be more for him. She wanted to be his woman. Maybe it would happen, but for now, she wanted to be with him in all ways.
“Challenge accepted, flower.” He helped her stand before he got up himself. She was a little unsteady, but she’d be fine, more than fine. She’d be in Jon Black’s hands and only good would come from being there.
CHAPTER SIX
Having Molly at his side, wearing nothing as they made their way to his teepee for sensual pursuits, made Jon a happy man. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this moment was possible when they’d first met. He’d been struck silent by her, content to simply watch the beautiful blonde flower, but no more. His voice was back and he couldn’t be happier.
It wasn’t good enough to simply speak to her, he needed to touch her as well—touch as much as he wanted and how he wanted. This day would last forever in his mind as the best one he’d had to date, and he hoped there were many more to come.
Leading her by the hand along the path, he couldn’t hold back his smile as they entered the maze-like entrance to the garden. The stone wall bent around, a
s he’d designed it to be a unique entrance. It also served as an added layer of protection. He’d had nothing else to think about because there’d been nothing special to focus on. Everything was different with Molly in his life and at his side.
A partner was what he’d wanted, and it didn’t help that those around him kept finding their mates. First Court discovered Sunny at their club, then Matt found Sakura in Japan and she’d followed him to Montana where Ted had joined them. He wanted someone to feel strongly about him, and he believed the woman for him was Molly. Sitting back and simply being with her had moved on to something bigger and stronger.
Earlier, when he told her he had feelings for her, he hadn’t been completely honest. He knew it was love, but he was getting used to the idea before he shared it with her.
“You have a shower out here?”
“Yah, I wanted to have a place that was open and without any roofs or doors, to be whatever I wanted it to be,” he offered as he led her through the tall grass towards his teepee.
“It feels like a different world behind the wall.”
“There’s over an acre back here, and it’s exactly what I want,” he said as they stopped before his canvas-covered structure. It had taken him no time to build once he had all the pieces. Despite the time and work he’d put into it, the structure hadn’t seemed real until he wrapped the white canvas around it.
“It’s stunning out here. I look forward to seeing it in daylight,” she told him while gripping his hand.
“Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you.” He was firm and sure about what he said.
“I know, I think I’m more afraid of the unknown.” While he watched, she closed her eyes and, from what he could see, took a few deep breaths. There was no way he could hold back the small smile twittering his lips. He loved her and was incredibly pleased to have her in his life.
“Ready,” she whispered and her blue eyes seemed to glow. Yes, it appeared she was ready for whatever was about to happen.
Shifting the opening flap to the side, he stepped in and went around lighting candles which were protected by glass shields. In the old days they’d build a fire in the center for heat and light cooking. He wasn’t going to, but considered adding a wood burning stove for wintertime.
