by Jamie Knight
I collapsed against him, softly kissing his pelvis, working my way back up his shaft to lick him clean when I’d rallied enough.
“Your turn,” he declaimed.
Like a shot I was on my back, my legs bent up near my tits, supported by my hands, giving him full access to everything I had. A submissive pose if there ever was one but also a very sexy one.
Ryan’s soft, wet tongue caressed my sensitive pink lips, making me moan, deep and honest. I loved his tongue and I loved him. Our mutual affection manifested in the sex. The phrase ‘physical love’ as literal as it could possibly be. I finally knew what all the songwriters and poets were banging on about.
After a few long, gentle licks to get me warmed up, he started to go fancier, tracing all sorts of interesting shapes and sigils into my tender flesh, making out messages to strange and secret deities, as I moaned out prayers and praise to the heavens. Ones that only intensified when he took it up several notches.
Taking hold of my quivering thighs, Ryan buried his face in my sweet pussy, devouring my sex for all he was worth. Licking, sucking and fingering as though my life depended on it. A pure white burst of pleasure igniting in my mind as he brought me to orgasm, tremors rattling through me like a freight train as I came.
“Fuck!” I panted, slamming back into the bed.
It felt like I’d just run a marathon, my entire being lit up with the warm throb of exertion. Something I’d never felt from receiving oral before, but that just spoke well of Ryan and his methods. He was, by far, the most astounding man I’d ever had the supreme pleasure of knowing. And I was all his.
Without even asking if I could walk, correctly guessing I couldn’t really, my legs were still far too weak and wobbly for that, Ryan raised me up from the bed and took me into the bathroom for a gentle scrub down, dutifully avoiding my pussy, which was still tingling with sensitivity by the time the water was run.
He left me to soak while he went down to the kitchen to make something to eat. After a while, hair still wet, but swaddled in the softest silk robe known to man, I headed out to join him. He instructed me to sit at the table and I watched as Ryan approached, plates in hand. His dress sense was much the same over the last few days, the only real variance was the density of his jeans, ranging from soft denim to hard, and the color of his sweater. Still more than the diversity of his tweeds, the entire gamut seeming to run from mustard to topaz.
Further evidence of which of his two personas Ryan was more comfortable in. Overall, it seemed he made the political incarnation work for him, doing what was expected in an unexpected way. There was a particular, rebellious joy to be found there. Particularly when one was used to the beat of one’s own drummer.
Even so, I wanted to get to know him, to learn about him. There wasn’t much about his family that was widely available. Either by accident or design, though he did have the air of breeding about him. Repressed as it might have been. Still, sit him down at an aristocrat's table, and I would bet every dime that I had that he would know exactly which fork to use.
“Would you like to go for a swim?” he asked suddenly.
“Now?”
“After breakfast. At least half an hour after just to be safe.”
“Sure, I mean I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“Not a problem.”
“Really? What if someone sees? Someone other than you, I mean?”
“Not going to happen. I own everything, between the highway and the mountains. Most of it is used as public use land but this section, the one with the house and the lake, all that, is for my personal use. There is an entrance to the public area further up the highway. But there’s a fence between there and here.”
“You bought land?”
“It’s a great investment. Highly unlikely to significantly depreciate in value. I also bought it off some tycoon who was holding it all for himself. It filled me with an almost perverse pleasure to open Owens Park. I’m one of those odd folk who thinks nature, for the most part, should be for open use. If you want to own a bit for your own fine but this loon, the one I bought it from, held over twenty-thousand acres for his personal use. It was insane.”
“How many do you have?” I asked out of curiosity.
“About three-thousand acres, most of which is taken up by the lake. The other seventeen went to the park.”
I couldn’t really fault his arithmetic. Three-thousand acres sound like a hell of a lot, but not in comparison to twenty thousand. More than three quarters of that prime, beautiful land was in the public domain. A near-heroic act of selfless altruism in terms of the overall economic climate.
“That’s not much.”
“It’s what I need. I grew up in a family that was richer than God but still wanted more. I’m something of a black sheep. Trying to use my power and influence for good.”
“A benefit of which, skinny dipping is an option,” I clarified.
“Absolutely.”
I hadn’t dressed after the bath, and I couldn’t deny the convenience of going straight from the house into the lake without the usual changing in between. Even though I’d been there for a while, we’d had yet to go down to the dock, which I could see from the kitchen window. I was to do what Ryan wanted however and that morning at breakfast was the first time he’d broached the idea.
The dishes done, one of the few shared chores in the house, we went out onto the porch to wait for the conventionally appointed time. I didn’t quite have the heart to tell him just how much bullshit the half hour before swimming was. An old wives tale, somehow believed by generations of gullible young wives despite the utter lack of any proof. Still, it was a nice day to be out in the sunshine, no matter how silly the reasoning that led to it.
Ryan took my hand, waking me from the light doze the gentle movement of the rocking chair had lulled me into. With the sure steps of an experienced hiker, he shepherded me down to the long dock, stretching out into the sparkling water.
With one firm tug, the belt of the robe gave way falling open around be, before dropping from my shoulders to the dock. The sun kissed me like a gentle lover, as Ryan unbuckled and removed my collar.
“Water isn’t great for leather,” he said, before I could ask.
I wasn’t sure if it was true, cows being covered in leather and all, but I wasn’t about to argue, it all felt way too good. Ryan stepped out of my way, symbolically setting me free, at least for a while. Allowing me the space to get a run at it before cannonballing into the sun-warmed water.
It felt wonderful, absolutely free, moving around the lake, surrounded by water on all sides. I could see land too but, except for that right in front of me, where the dock was attached, it would take a good bit of swimming to get to them. Of particular interest was a small, treed island in the distance. I didn't want to leave Ryan, the very idea stabbing a distinct pain in my chest. Though my sense of adventure, latent since childhood, eaten down by the the crucial realities of the world, had gone through a miraculous rebirth, driving me forward into the unknown.
I wasn’t as good as I used to be. When I was a kid I could swim for miles, or at least what felt like it, without even getting tired. I made it to the island alright, but barely, all the oxygen seeming to have been expended from my body as I lay down on the grassy shores. The distance back to the dock, and to Ryan, seeming longer than it had before.
I knew I had to get back. Ryan would be mad at me if I didn’t, I just didn’t know how I was going to. It had taken every last bit of strength I’d had to get there. Fatigued was an understatement for how I was feeling when I finally stopped to check. The last thing I remembered was Ryan coming toward me, helming a canoe.
Chapter Six
The cold had returned. Nothing under my hand but the cool smoothness of the sheet as I reached out for Ryan’s familiar comfort. It was dark out, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. Could I have passed out all day? I peeked under the covers.
Yep, still naked, except my collar was back on.
I touched it lightly, tracing the spot where the stiff leather met my tender skin. It felt familiar in a pleasant way. Like a smell that brought you back to a better time. I’d noticed its absence while I was out for my doomed swim, but not in a positive way.
Ryan’s reasoning for taking it off was likely sound, but I was still glad to have it back on. Its soft squeeze like a constant hug.
Unselfconsciously, I slipped out from under the covers and went in search for Ryan. I wanted to see him, to touch him, to let him know I was okay. It was probably still too early for us to fuck, but if we could, I would’ve like to that too.
He did not sound happy. Not angry but sad, his voice emphatic without reaching the point of a yell. It still scared me but for a very different reason. Far more afraid of what Ryan might do to himself, knowing he would never hurt me.
I tried to make out what he was saying, but the door to his office was closed, muffling the sound. I was just about to put my ear to the door when the shouting stopped.
“It’s okay, you can come in.”
Realizing he was talking to me, I opened the door and peeked in. Ryan was sitting on the couch as benign as ever.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said, scrubbing roughly at his face.
“No, I was already awake, you were gone.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. An, er, emergency came up. I had to make a call.”
“It sounded important.”
“No, except maybe to me.”
I went over to the couch and took him into my arms, Ryan putting his head onto my shoulder. We must have looked ridiculous, based on height difference alone.
“It sounded bad,” I pressed.
“No, not really, nothing that can do any damage. Just some silly nightmares is all.”
“Does it happen a lot?” I asked, no stranger to nightmares myself.
“Every night, since I was young. There was no real help then. Feelings and problems weren’t really things to be talked about, particularly in polite company. The very thought of one of the kids in my school going to therapy would have caused a scandal the family would never recover from. If you couldn’t be happy, you pretended to be. Anything else was the height of rudeness.
“That’s fucked up,” I blurted, hoping I hadn’t spoken out of turn.”
“No argument there, pet. I suppose you get used to it after a while. I didn’t even think about it anymore. At least not telling anyone. I thought about what happened all the time. Remember when I said I was a black sheep?”
“Sure.”
“I didn’t just mean in terms of how I use my money, though I do genuinely try and do good with it. Mostly to address what the rest of the family has done, particularly to themselves and each other. I honestly thought my father’s will reading would turn into a bloodbath. My siblings and I were never the closest, and most of our aunts and uncles treated the whole thing like it was something out of a Shakespeare tragedy.”
“Sounds scary.”
“It was, you can only look behind your back for so long before you get a neck ache. So I got out of it. I left the world of petty squabbles and high society, opting instead for a career in local politics. Part of my campaign of penance for sharing a name with those fucking jackals.”
“At least I you got out.”
“True, I try to remember that. Even though it is more than can be said for some,” He sighed, “My siblings weren’t so bad, snobs for sure but that was more down to how they were raised. They hadn’t reached the level of Machiavellian evil shown by the older relations. I still remember finding my little cousin Amber in the bathroom with a needle in her arm, her face gone ghostly pale. It was ruled an overdose, but I wasn’t so sure. Turns out my uncle, her father, gave her the junk, as a graduation gift.”
“College?” I asked, horrified.
“High school.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, he was. So much so, I went straight into his study and broke his wrists. He actually seemed surprised to see me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on his face when the bones finally snapped and twisted. He uses voice-activated software now. I really liked Amber, she deserved so much better, most of them did. That was the day I washed my hands of it. I haven’t spoken to my parents for over ten years. My trust fund already converted to me, so there’s nothing they can do about it. My lawyers have made sure of that.”
“Must be a big trust fund.”
“Not anymore, I mostly gave it away to charities and public development schemes like Owens Park. Nice to have the name associated with something good for a change. Besides, I make enough as mayor to get by.”
I should have been scared, partially with the matter-of-fact way he’d recounted such horrific events. Though, far from a lack of caring, it struck me more like someone who was trying to hold back. To hold down the powerful emotions and see things as they were, not as he wished they could be.
Empathy and sadness mixed with admiration and love into a mix of emotions I couldn’t even name, let alone properly express. At least not in the form of words. I took his hand and squeezed, getting his undivided attention.
“What time is it now?” I asked.
“Three forty-five.”
“So, it’s been seven days?”
“Technically, yes, I suppose it has,” he said catching on to the idea.
“What do you say we celebrate?”
“Yes please!”
Ryan swept me into his arms and took me, kissing and giggling right back to bed. I still had lingering sadness from what he had told me about his past. It never occurred to me that it could be so dark, or that was why he seemed so gentle. He really was trying to be one of the good ones.
The pleasure came up to greet me like an old friend, Ryan already starting his enthusiastic exploration of my body. Starting with my lip, he moved down to my neck, giving that a once over. Good little pet that I was, I just lay there and let him do what he liked, giving myself over entirely to his care and discretion, loving every second of it.
Ryan worked his way down my neck to my best, leaving a trail of warm kisses in his wake. I wanted to hold him, to stroke him, but he hadn’t given me permission, so I just lay there, hands obediently pressed onto the sheet beneath me and thoroughly enjoying everything he did to me.
“Oh!”
He took my first nipple in his mouth. Sucking it gently, he expertly worked the other between his thumb and index finger, before moving his mouth over. His fingers found his way to the first, still cool from his mouth.
Working my tits so wonderfully, I was convinced I might cum from breast play alone, he continued on his journey down my curves. He explored the area around my navel, even putting his tongue in there a few times. I moaned with pleasure, never even suspecting it could feel so good. He wasn’t done with me yet. Ryan had a very inductive approach to sex, as pleasant as it all was, we all know it was all just the warm-up. The opening act before the headliner took the stage.
He’d made it down to my pelvis, I knew he was getting close. Second later I could feel his breath on my pussy. What seemed at first incidental, started to seem more deliberate. Ryan was intentionally blowing on my outer lips, just to show me how it felt. As the tingles ran through my body from my pussy to my brain, I had to admit it felt pretty damn good. Another new discovery to add to the list.
Finally, my sweet master ended my suspense, caressing his tongue the length of my pussy, making me moan in time with his movement. Like an extremely sexy slide-whistle. Doing that a few more times, just to make sure I was relaxed, he went back in with the hopes Similar to what he done had the previous morning, before fucking had been a viable option, it was also different. The exact shapes he used were a bit more complex and included my clit a lot more. It was certainly a welcome change, my first orgasm coming within minutes of him starting.
Undaunted, he simply kissed my pussy until I was calm again, and went at it again, licking me to another even bigger orgasm. It was becoming clear
that he was intentions to make up for lost time and was trying to get me good and ready before he finally gave in and gave me what I wanted. Because once it didn’t, there was no telling where it might end. A notion which filled me with joy and anticipation.
He clearly didn’t need any help in such respect, his cock already rock hard, nonetheless, Ryan allowed me to take him in my mouth after delivering a third massive oral orgasm to my pussy, and guided my head down toward his cock, keeping hold of my ponytail.
I let him guide me, opening my mouth as I approached, taking him most of the way down on the first go. Loosening his grip on my hair, Ryan let me choose my own depth, while still maintaining ultimate control. I slid up a little, though not as much as I might have expected, genuinely enjoying the feeling of his cock deep in my mouth, pressing up against the back of my throat. The sides of his shaft gliding against the inside of my cheeks as I started to move.
Caressing my lips up to the very top to suck on the delicious head, before delving back down, nearly to his balls, savoring his moans as I did so. It was my pleasure to give him such pleasure and my joy to be of service.
At his guidance, I started to suck faster, first taking the same length as before, swirling my tongue around his head, as opposed to sucking on it. He let that go on for a long while before speeding things up again, the pace greeting so fast, I could only try and keep his cock in my mouth as I gulped on it. A state of affairs the persisted right up until he filled my mouth with his sweet cum. I was almost afraid to swallow it at first. Despite how much there was, I just held it in my mouth, savoring it before inevitably swallowing. Already looking forward to the next load as I went back in to suck him clean. Keeping a hand on my pussy to maintain contact, Ryan lay down on the bed before guiding me on top of him by my hips. I was unsure about cowgirl but was more than willing to try if it was what he wanted. Turns out it wasn’t, no sooner was I settled, his cock nearly all the way inside me, than he pulled me down towards him, holding me tight against his chest.
