“You never asked me, Nicholas, but then how would you ever know. It’s not something that you advertise, is it?”
“No, it isn’t. It looks like you have everything she has ever written.”
“I do, Nicholas, because I am Mrs. Jones, the creative writing instructor in the morning, then when I come home, I change into something more comfortable and become someone else, someone that couldn’t be more different from Mrs. Jones. I write books, erotic books under the pseudonym of Crystal Summers.”
Nicholas stood there, not knowing what to think or say. He looked at all of the books and at her beautiful, naked body and back at the books. “I don’t quite know what to say Samantha, or should I say Crystal?”
“No, I will always be Samantha for you, Nicholas, but I will fuck your brains out like Crystal would, or until you have nothing left in you to give me. I’m only Crystal in order to keep my secret,” she said, as she reached up and kissed him. “Does it make a difference to you now that you know that I am actually an erotic writer?”
“I’m shocked, but no, it doesn’t make any difference to me at all. It’s just such a surprise. I keep thinking about the one thing that you stressed throughout your class, and that was, if you wanted to be a successful writer, you had to write about subjects that you like, that you are interested in. If you can’t feel it, you can’t write about it.
Does that mean you like all of the things you write about?” he asked.
“Every single one of them, but I haven’t had a chance to experience them for a long time. Perhaps we could try some of them, Nicholas,” she smiled.
“I think that we should try out all of them, Samantha? “
He looked at her curiously for a moment with a puzzled look on is face. He tilted his head and then smiled. “This is weird. That means that you knew about my feelings before I wrote my story because of the letter I wrote to Crystal. It would have been a little easier on me if I would have known that at the time,” he said, with a slight smile.
“That’s right, it would have been easier, but you couldn’t know. At that time, Nicholas, I had no intension of getting involved with you. It wasn’t until after I read your story that I even considered it.”
“Could you pour us another glass of wine and then come upstairs, I’ll be waiting for you.” He poured them each a full glass of Sauvignon Blanc and headed up the stairs. When he got to the top of the stairs, she was standing beside the door to the bedroom that she used for storage, and research. He stood there at the head of the stairs looking at her, taking in the extent of her beauty.
She was leaning demurely back against the open door frame with her hands behind the small of her back. Her dark-brown hair was drawn back behind her shoulders. Her naked body was waiting for him just a little way down the gathering hall. Her nipples were erect and pointed toward the ceiling. Her legs were crossed showing only the upper most portions of her pubic mound and the silky soft hair he now knew so well.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Samantha, and I’m falling for you, you know,” he called down the hall as he approached her, wine in hand.
“I thought you already had, Nicholas,” she called back. He walked slowly toward her enjoying her exquisite beauty. The closer he got, the slower he walked trying to prolong the vision she was presenting to him. When he reached her, he bent forward, kissed her tenderly, and gently pressed the length of his body into hers with his erect phallus pushing against her tummy. They moaned with sweet anticipation. He leaned back and handed her the glass of wine.
She turned toward the open door, grabbed his cock, and led him inside. She turned on the lights, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. The room had a large, canopied four-poster bed setting along the opposite wall. There was a couch along the wall to the right of that. There were a couple of odd-looking chairs that appeared to be built for sexual comfort during copulation. There was a swing hanging from the ceiling with several arms attached to it.
Against the wall to the left, there was a large chest of drawers that contained all kinds of sex aids. It contained vibrators of various shapes and sizes, restraints, both leather and lockable steel handcuffs. It had a full assortment of BDSM accoutrements for his or her restraining pleasure. “Are there any more secrets that I should know about, Samantha?”
“No, that pretty well sums up my life, my reasonably boring life, Nicholas,” she laughed. “Nicholas, I haven’t spent much time in here since my husband passed, and what time I do spend up here is mostly spent cleaning. This isn’t the sort of thing that my housekeeper needs to see.”
“Your husband must have been something else, Samantha.”
“He was a good man, and I loved him dearly, but he wasn’t very romantic or overly sensual. He was more practical, but he usually went along with almost everything that I wanted. He just didn’t share my sense of sexual adventure. The difference between the two of you is that you are a true romantic who loves love. He was a reluctant lover while you are an eager one. You, and I are more alike, Nicholas.
This is not my romance room. My romance room is the rest of the house, including the back and even the front yard, when appropriate. I used this room to research or enact out something that I want to describe in a book that I am unfamiliar with, but I usually had a lot of fun in the process. It takes two, Nicholas, to do this kind of research, and I am three years behind. Do you know what that means?” she smiled.
“It sounds as if I’m going to be a busy guy for a while,” he beamed.
“Yes, Nicholas, and right now I feel a desperate need to catch up,” she smiled, as she drew him toward the bed.
The End
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‘Tender Restraints’
Book Two in the ‘Mrs. Jones’ Secret Life’ Series
Once upstairs they approached the left, rear bedroom, the one Samantha called her, “Research Room,” the only room in the house she kept locked.
“Here, Nicholas, this is where I keep the key,” Samantha said, with a coquettish smile. It was kept in a small silver cup just to the right of the door. The key was an old-fashioned skeleton key, the kind that you don’t see any longer, unless you are in an antique store. She handed it to him, and he inserted it into the lock. The key made a loud click as the deadbolt slid out of the doorjamb and into the locking mechanism. The noise was much louder than he had expected.
“It’s hard to sneak around this old house when the doors make that kind of noise,” she laughed. The door was massive, standing eight feet tall and three inches thick. Surprisingly it opened easily and swung into the room as Samantha turned on the lights.
This was only the second time that Nicholas had been in there. The first time was just a little over two weeks ago, right after he and Samantha made love for the first time. As he looked around, he remembered the large, four-poster bed, however, last time he hadn’t noticed the locking rings attached to the headboard and to each of the four posts. He noted the couch that sat up against the wall and a freestanding chair next to the fireplace. He remembered the sex chair, the Sybian riding vibrator that Samantha said she was so fond of. And of course, who could forget the sex swing suspended from the ceiling.
“That thing looks like it might be fun,” he said, motioning toward the swing.
“It does, but I’ve never tried it because the essential ingredient for a sex swing is that it takes two willing bodies, and until now I didn’t have all the essential ingredients,” she smiled.
Nicholas walked over to the large wooden chest of drawers sitting up against the far wall. It was about four feet tall and six feet long. It had three sets of vertical drawers that were two feet wide and about six inches deep, twenty-four in all. He pulled one of the drawers out and noted its contents. There were ropes of various lengths neatly rolled up, shackles, locking devices, and several kinds of dildos both vibrating and plain.
“I don’t keep batteries in them because they have never been used and they would just go dead, and there’s nothing worse than a vibrator wit
h dead batteries,” she chuckled.
“Such a waste, I think that we should give some of them a try. I’m beginning to see how this research could take some time,” he laughed. He opened another drawer, which contained paddles, riding crops, flogging devices and a plain, ordinary, twelve-inch ruler. A third drawer contained various kinds of textured gloves, fleece pads, feather dusters, and feather ticklers. “My guess is that the feather dusters are not for the maid,” said Nicholas, as he shut the drawer.
“How do you remember where everything is located?”
“See that notebook over there on the table next to the bed? It contains a list of everything in the chest, and it gives its location in one of the twenty-four drawers,” she answered.
“I’m impressed,” said Nicholas.
“By the way, Nicholas, if, as you move forward your research, you find that you need something that we don’t already have, please let me know. I wouldn’t want our efforts to be sabotaged because of a lack of the proper equipment,” she giggled, as she gave him a suggestive kiss.
“Samantha, do you have any locking leather cuffs?”
She went over to the side table, and retrieved the notebook, looked up leather cuffs and said, “Drawer eight.” Nicholas opened drawer eight and took out a pair of wrist cuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs.
“What bout spreader bars?”
“Drawer 14,” she said, as he took out an adjustable spreader bar and laid it down with the other items he had already retrieved.
“Let’s see dildos were in drawer …”
“Drawer six,” she said, wondering, what he was thinking about and what he might be up to. Why did he want to know where these particular items were located?
What about lubrication?”
“Same drawer, number six,” she said.
Nicholas removed the lubrication and a solid-glass, curved dildo with a knob on each end. “What about blindfolds, and where was that ruler located that I saw just a little while ago?” he asked.
“The blindfolds are in eighteen and the ruler was in … drawer seven,” she responded.
“You have quite an impressive array of equipment there. What could you possibly have in mind to do with all of this?” she asked, as she placed her hands behind her back, glanced down toward the floor, and bit her lower lip. “What would you like me to do Sir?” she pouted.
“I would like you to take off all of your clothes, and lie down on the bed, face up,” he demanded trying to suppress a grin. He didn’t feel much like a Dom, but he would try for her
“Yes, Master,” she said, trying to play her role as best as she could.
Samantha moved over to the sofa and slowly removed her clothing. Now naked, she walked over to the bed and lay down face up.
Nicholas moved toward he. He told her to close her eyes, and he carefully placed the blindfold over her eyes. “You’re beautiful you know,” he said. She smiled in appreciation of his thoughtful comment. He traced his finger lightly down the side of her body starting at her shoulder, moving down her arm diverting around the outer edge of her breast, and on down her side past her narrow waist. She flinched as he stopped to place a tender kiss on her tummy. He then continued to trace his finger down the side of her thigh, past her knee and on down to the side of her foot to her little toe.
He bent over, and took her little toe into his mouth and rolled his tongue gently over it. She moaned and squirmed slightly as she tilted her pelvis up unconsciously. He sucked on her toe, and as he slid it out of his mouth, he nibbled the soft fleshy underside. She moaned loudly and tilted her pelvis again.
The cuffs were connected by a three-inch piece of chrome-plated chain. He placed them on her wrists and snapped the short connecting chain into a shackle attached to the center of the headboard. He took the spreader bar, removed one of the pins and separated the two ends. He wrapped the ankle cuffs around her ankles and reattached the ends of the spreader bar. He set the spreader bar pins in their last position stretching her legs as far apart as they would go.
“Are you okay, Samantha?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied. Her legs were stretched so far apart that her vulva was splayed open, and he could see deep inside her moist opening.
You’re wet, Samantha, very wet. It’s seeping out, baby. What a delicious sight for a hungry mouth. Would you like it if I slid my tongue over your wet pussy, baby?”
“That would be nice, Nicholas,” she said.
Ignoring her pussy, he put on the fleece glove and began to rub it lightly over her body. He started at her feet, and worked up each thigh being careful not to touch her pussy. He caressed her inner thighs, coming close to but not touching her outer lips. She moaned and tilted her pelvis again trying to make contact. He rubbed the top of her pubic mound softly as he worked his way up her tight tummy and finally over her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. She cried out as the soft fleece raked over the sensitive little buds.
“Your nipples look so inviting right now. It makes me want to take one in my mouth, suck it in, and bite down on their tender flesh.”
“Yes, Nicholas, bite them, suck on them. Do something to them they ache,” she pleaded, and wondered how long he would make her wait before he gave her some satisfaction. He picked up the feather duster, and lightly danced the tips of the feathers over her sensitive nipples causing her to shiver as goose bumps broke out all over her body.
He ran the tips of the duster between her legs tracing the length of each inner thigh. Just before finishing with the feather duster, he took it and carefully brushed it back and forth over her swollen vulva. It was close enough to touch the hair on her lips and pubic mound, but not close enough to touch her flesh.
When she felt the faint rush of feathers over her sensitive hair, she tried to rock her pelvis up into it but there was nothing there. Then, pressing down a little harder, he slowly traced the feathers down from between her breasts, over her tummy, and down toward her pubis. Just before he got to her mound, he released the pressure and, once again, he barely brushed the tips of the duster over her pubic hair.
Samantha whimpered. She thrust her pubic mound upward trying to push herself into something, anything just to get some traction against her aching vulva.
“Nicholas, you’ve got to do something for me, please. Touch me, rub it, make me come,” she said, as she squirmed trying to get something to touch her aching clit.
“I will, baby. I’ll take care of your needs, but you must learn to be patient. You need to try to control your emotions and be willing to postpone your gratification,” he chuckled slightly because he couldn’t suppress it.
“I don’t want to postpone anything right now, I want you to take this stuff off and fuck me, make me come,” she demanded.
He took the duster and pulled one feather out of it. Taking that single feather, he traced it around her nipples which caused her to moan and quiver as she broke out in goose bumps again
“Please, Nicholas, touch my pussy. Rub it for me, and make me come, baby,” she whimpered.
“Your wish is my command, darling,” he said, as he took the feather and softly traced it around her outer lips.
“Not with the fucking feather, Nicholas, your dick, I want your dick,” she cried out, squirming in frustration. He continued rubbing the feather over and around her vulva crisscrossing back and forth over her outer lips, inner lips and her clitoris. Samantha was now whimpering and writhing constantly. However, she refused to beg any longer. She was now convinced that it would do no good because she felt that it was his intent to tease and torture her.
“You are very wet, Samantha. You’re lovely nectar is oozing, baby,” he said, taking the feather and tracing it through her wetness, stringing it gently across her inner thighs.
“I’m not liking this much, Nicholas,” she said, in a bit of a caustic tone.
“If you keep up that kind of tone, I might have to spank you Samantha.”
The tip of the feather was wet
with her juices as he continued to trace over her lips and finally down into her splayed open sex. She wiggled back and forth trying to get something to touch he vulva. She contracted her vaginal muscles releasing more of her arousal.
Nicholas drew the feather through her wetness, and lifted it to his face. “You smell so good, Samantha, and hum, you taste good too,” he teased. She squirmed and thrashed trying to get something to touch her aching pussy.
“Nicholas, I don’t like this much any longer, I want you to fuck me, now, damn it!” she cried out.
Nicholas had already picked up the glass dildo, and warmed it by rubbing it between his hands. Noting how wet she was, he didn’t think that it would be necessary to put any lube on it. He moved closer and gently rolled it through her wetness, so her moisture covered it completely.
“Do something for me Nicholas. Please, don’t torture me any longer, baby,” she pleaded. He placed the head of the vitreous cock against the skin just below her opening. She began to jerk and thrust downward trying to push it in. He moved it up to the opening of her pussy and finally pushed it slowly inside her.
Finally, she thought, as she felt the vitreous phallus penetrate her, slowly stretching her insides.
“Oh, Nicholas, please fuck me with it,” she shouted, bucking against it trying to shove it in and out of her. He held it still and watched as she quivered and rocked her pelvis against the glass dildo forcing it in and out of her pussy. Her movements were spasmodic as she jerked hard into it each time. “Nicholas, help me, fuck me with it baby, move it, please, I’m going to come,” she cried out. He removed the desperately needed dildo causing her to scream out her displeasure.
“What the hell are you doing, put it back in,” she cried, almost whimpering and on the verge of tears.
“It’s not time for you to come yet baby. You must be patient a little longer. Do you really want to come?”
“Yes, honey, please let me come. I can’t do anything. I can’t move, and I have to come,” she cried out.
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