Zane's Way

by Maggie Casper

  Zane watched Serena. She was tense, the air fairly oozed with it. When she started to fidget, he decided to break the silence.

  “Tell me Rena, why did you never say anything to me?” He was trying not to sound angry, but wasn’t at all sure he was accomplishing the feat. The amount of time they had wasted left him feeling deep displeasure.

  “I’m not sure. I mean, for the first few years I was content, happy with our relationship. After my ex…” When he scowled, she backtracked. “I mean…well, it took me a while to trust again. Once I was able to trust, I felt as if something was missing.”

  He wasn’t sure who or what his anger was aimed at. He wanted to rage, to yell and pound his fist into a solid object at the thought of how much time they had lost. How they’d almost lost each other over their lack of communication. What a loss that would have been.

  “Why didn’t you say anything once you trusted me? Why look elsewhere?”

  Her coral-tinted lips opened, but no sound escaped. He watched as she lowered her eyes as if to close out the outside world. That was something he would no longer allow. If things were to work, they would have no more secrets.

  A knuckle placed just under the center of her jaw lifted her chin. Once her eyes settled on his, she opened her mouth.

  “I could ask you the same. About looking elsewhere, that is.”

  She was completely right.

  “I can only tell you how I feel, Rena. I don’t know if it will answer your questions or not. When we first met, I spent every daydreaming about having you. I wanted you at my mercy, bound to my bed.” He watched as another soft flush stole over her delicate skin, but refused to stop. She would know it all.

  “I have always had different sexual preferences which is one of the reasons why I’d never been involved in a long-term relationship before we met. I need to possess. I want to brand you as mine, Rena and now that I know you want the same, we can never go back.

  “It had originally been my plan to seduce you slowly. To show you all that I could give you, especially after I had a taste of you. I knew right away we would suit each other. Then, our first night living together, you told me about your ex-husband. I knew then I couldn’t follow through. I didn’t want to pressure you, but I also wasn’t prepared to lose you so I tried to change who I am. As you can see, it didn’t work.”

  He watched as his words slowly sunk in. The awestruck look on her face. “You did that for me?”

  The words seemed to stumble from her mouth. Her clear green eyes glistened with tears. “I was embarrassed, and afraid. I knew that if things continued the way they were it would only get worse. I felt ashamed to tell you what I wanted, what my body needs.” With a wobbly smile and a nervous giggle she continued.

  “You have always seemed so cool, aloof almost. Our relationship was more congenial, never passionate. I was afraid you would think less of me if you knew.” He opened his mouth to speak, but Serena held up her hand to stave off his words.

  “Now I know that isn’t so, but I didn’t at the time. I was willing to look elsewhere for my physical needs because no matter what our relationship was like, I didn’t feel complete. Please understand though, I never would have been unfaithful to you. I would have come to you before going further than a meeting.”

  Zane believed her, she’d said as much in her e-mail. He was still completely baffled by how he could have missed such intimate details about her. Had there been clues? It was almost too much to take in.

  His fingers itched to feel the warmth of her skin. Once again, his large hand engulfed her much smaller one. He could feel the slight tremor that shot through her, making his cock twitch. Seeing her so compliant, so willing to share her thoughts made him horny as hell. There was definitely no turning back now.

  Chapter Five

  Two hours after their revealing lunch, Serena realized there was no way in a million years she would be able to concentrate on work.

  Every nerve ending sizzled at the thought of what was to come. Her stomach was coiled tight and damned if the mere though of Zane tying her up didn’t drench the clean pair of panties she’d just put on.

  A giggle escaped her lips. She was a nervous wreck. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Tonight would mark a new beginning for both of them. It continued to amaze her.

  How could she be frightened and still have no doubt as to the path she would choose? The thought of being dominated brought so many emotions to the surface. Emotions she had tried to suppress.

  Tonight would be special, a new beginning for the both of them. Serena saved what she was working on, then shut down her computer.

  The rasp of soft carpet beneath her bare feet let her know that she had made it to the bedroom. One look at the huge bed and her mind began to wander. How would he want her? Would he prefer her on her back, her legs spread wide so he had easy access to her center? Her breasts would also be ripe for his touch.

  Or would he want her on her stomach, her hips elevated on pillows, allowing him access to the tight virgin entrance of the one spot he’d never tried to take her?

  Zane. His name whispered through her mind. Even though he was at work, she felt closer to him than ever before. She felt her body sizzle with heat from deep within just begging to be released. It was going to be one hell of a long afternoon. What was a woman to do with so much time on her hands?

  Serena made her way to the foot of the bed where she sat on the edge. Her hand slowly made its way over the gentle swell of her stomach then continued on its journey between her aching breasts.

  With her head thrown back, hair trailing behind her, Serena rolled her nipple between her thumb and finger until it beaded to a diamond-hard point.

  While the one hand relentlessly fondled her breast, the other zoned in on the warmth at the apex of her thighs. Firm pressure on her clit caused the muscles in her upper legs to jump. She could smell her own arousal. Feel her dampness through the slacks she wore.

  If only I had the time, she thought to herself. Then I could do a proper job of releasing some of this tension. But time was something she was running low on. If she planned to make tonight a night they would never forget, she would have to start now.

  Paying attention to the opposite breast, Serena brought herself closer and closer. Thoughts of Zane and the possibilities tonight could bring gave Serena the last little push needed to drive her over the edge.

  A gentle wave of sensation moved through her until her back arched and her hips bucked against the hand between her thighs.

  When her breathing returned to normal, Serena changed her clothes, grabbed her bag and left the house. So much to do and so little time to do it in.

  There was so much she wanted to experience with Zane. Some things that still made her feel ashamed or frightened and yet she couldn’t seem to get them out of her mind.

  It was hard to come to terms with something she’d always seen as the dark side of herself, but Serena vowed she would follow through with it. No way was she going to back out now.

  She wondered what she should pick up for tonight. During the short time she’d spent with Zane at lunch, she had gotten a glimpse of the type of man he really was. Should she take the initiative and buy some of the adult toys she had dreamed of using during their lovemaking? If Zane were really a dominant man, would he insist on doing the shopping? Oh hell, she couldn’t make up her mind.

  To stay on the safe side, Serena decided to stick with a nice dinner and some sexy lingerie. Her mind went through a mental list of what was needed for Zane’s favorite pasta dish. When all the ingredients were in the basket, she headed to the checkout counter throwing in some candles along the way.

  Groceries were soon unloaded into the backseat. A loaf of fresh French bread rested along side a tiny bag containing satin and lace from a small boutique located just up the street.

  Her heart was pounding, palms sweating. The anticipation was going to give her a coronary, she thought as her pussy clenched, leaking more of
her natural juices, soaking another pair of panties.

  She hoped Zane would like what she’d planned. The thought of aroused hazel eyes watching from under lids heavy with desire sent what felt like tiny fingers walking up her spine.

  I can do this. I can do this, she told herself over and over, as she parked the car and unloaded the groceries. When she finished, Serena took a glance at her watch then she headed to the bedroom to prepare.

  First a warm bath was drawn. Vanilla scent was added to the water making the air in the bathroom not only relaxing but also very sensual.

  Wisps of cream-colored satin and lace were removed from the bag. Once the tags were removed, the tiny garments were carefully laid on the bed. Then Serena removed her clothes and sank into the soothing warm water.

  Eyes closed, trying her hardest to relax her body, Serena wondered if Zane was having as hard a time. Maybe he was sitting at his desk aroused and ready. Was he as hard as she was hot? Every little touch to her own body sent fingers of desire up her spine. Maybe Zane was doing the same, masturbating to release the pent-up tension of what tonight held.

  There were so many questions that needed answered. Things she forgot to ask during their lunch. Several of the messages Zane had sent talked about his brothers. About plans to move back home in order to be closer to his family. He often talked about Hayden and Sean, but she had never met them. Was he serious about moving? If so, would she be welcome?

  So many questions and no answers. Serena pushed away the nagging fear of being left behind instead focusing all her effort in preparing herself for Zane.

  The fluffy towel felt like heaven as she rubbed her still wet body. Once she was dry enough, Serena sat on the edge of the tub with a bottle of lotion in hand.

  The lotion smelled good enough to eat and felt like silk as she smoothed it over the satiny skin of her legs. With a quick comb of her wet tresses, Serena wrapped her towel around her, securing it in the center of her chest then stepped into the bedroom.

  Waiting was hard, but not knowing what to expect was even worse. Would she be able to handle what Zane expected of her? The challenge of his stubborn chin had been unmistakable. Disturbingly intense. He would insist upon total submission. Could she do it? Could she follow him to such an erotic destination? One, that could either end with astonishingly wonderful results, or a seriously shattered heart. With her body leading the way, there was only one answer. Yes!

  * * * * *

  Damn! Damn and double damn! If he didn’t get out of the office he was going to go fucking nuts. He had tried. More than once as a matter of fact, but there was just no way in hell he was going to be able to work knowing damned well Serena was at home waiting for him.

  Nerves made his shoulders tense. Anger still flowed through his veins. He completely understood where they were both coming from so no blame was being placed. It just seemed so stupid that they’d been dancing around each other all this time. What a waste. It was time he could have spent with Rena getting her used to his ways. Training her to please him and pleasuring her in the process.

  The thought of his Rena wearing the wide gold chain he planned to have designed for her melted the anger he held within. He knew the perfect jeweler for the job. By the time it was ready, she would also be ready.

  Zane had seen it in her face. Flashing green eyes could no longer hide the hunger she’d buried so deep. Nope, no more would there be secrets between them.

  Zane left his office early, wicked thoughts swirling through his mind. It was time. He had to know just how far Serena was willing to go. In order to do that Zane would need a plan. One was already taking shape it just needed a little fine-tuning to be successful.

  Using the backdoor to the local adult bookstore brought Zane into a large room. Shelves held every type of sex toy imaginable. Remembering the e-mail where Serena had told of her fantasies would help him pick the right products. Soon he had a basket filled with the things he considered necessary.

  He gave a mental wince as the cashier totaled his purchase. Whew! Prices sure had gone up in the past four years. Of course, it was money well spent if he could make even one of Serena’s fantasies a reality.

  All the way home, Zane thought of the contents in the plain brown paper bag on the passenger seat. Vivid images thundered through his head like a stampeding herd of cattle. Images of how Serena’s body would accommodate not only the jewel blue vibrator, but also the lifelike dildo.

  In preparation, he’d purchased a small anal toy and a tube of lubricant. The sooner her body was ready, the sooner he could take her there.

  Vivid images of her body filled to capacity with not only his length but also one of the toys made the wait seem insurmountable. But wait he would, until Serena’s body was ready. Until she could physically, mentally and emotionally handle the loss of control that would inevitably come with the type of possession he had in mind.

  He could hardly wait to teach her how to pleasure herself with his benefit in mind. Would it take her long to learn to control her release? To hold on until he commanded her to come. There were many lessons to be taught and learned before she could truly be his submissive.

  He would proceed slowly and cautiously and yet, at the same time, his determination was at an all-time high. His eager cock, which was causing a substantial tent at the front of his slacks, seemed to pulse in time with the beat of his heart. A beat, that just happened to be following a double time rhythm at the moment.

  The aching arousal of his shaft combined with wicked thoughts was enough to make Zane’s mouth water. Because he knew that where some lessons would be taught, some would also be failed. It was the prospective failures that made the palm of his hand tingle.

  Would Serena really go through with it? In one very specific conversation, Serena had talked extensively about being spanked.

  The thought of pulling her warm, wiggling body over his lap after exposing her full, rounded ass cheeks made him groan. Watching her skin turn pink, knowing she would be wet and hot with her arousal almost sent his car skidding off the road.

  Damn! Get a grip, Zane. If you don’t kill yourself trying to get home, you’ll surely end up scaring her to death.

  With much effort, Zane slowed his car to a more normal, less illegal speed. Then he cleared his head of wicked thoughts instead replacing them with calculated lesson plans and memories of home.

  Upon reaching the house, Zane noticed that not only was Serena’s car in the drive, but all the blinds had been drawn closed. So, his sassy-mouth, soon-to-be submissive wanted privacy, did she? He briefly wondered if she would be surprised that he’d decided to come home from work early?

  Zane grabbed the bag off the front passenger seat and made his way to the front door. Using his key, he let himself into the house.

  Wonderful smells assaulted his senses before he even got close to the kitchen. Garlic and fresh bread were among them.

  As always, their home was clean, nothing out of place. Zane set the brown paper bag on the end table and made his way up the hall.

  His sense of smell was still being challenged, only this time it was something much more sinful than garlic and fresh bread.

  It was the smell of woman. His woman. The smell was comfortable, soothing. Just the same, as it had been for the past four years. He hoped this was one aspect of their relationship that could remain pretty much the same. It was like coming home to a warm summer day even in the dead of winter.

  Would she be dressing, he wondered as he continued on his journey up the hall. What had she chosen to wear? Would it be the comfortable white cotton briefs that hugged her every curve or a sexy thong that made him want to jump her without the benefit of foreplay? Knowing the contents of her drawers, it could be anything in between.

  Finally, he’d made it. He was standing in the hall in front of their closed bedroom door. Should he knock and wait as he normally did when he knew damned well she was dressing or should he jump right in to their new Dominant/submissive roles? He
decided on a compromise since they had yet to talk through all the details of their new relationship.

  He knocked and then without waiting for an answer opened the door and let himself into the room where he was drawn to a standstill just inside the door.

  A stocking clad foot was perched on the edge of the bed while small hands rolled cream-colored silk up an equally pale thigh. He was sure at that moment his face must have looked like that of a schoolboy with his first glimpse of a skin magazine. After schooling his features, Zane said in a cool, controlled voice, “How far do you intend to push before I push back, baby?”

  He knew damned well she’d heard him enter the room and yet made no move to cover herself or to change the purely sexual pose she still held. Not that he wanted her to.

  It was just the fact that she was already playing him. Pushing to test their new boundaries. To see how far she could go before something happened.

  Zane had an idea that the next few weeks would prove to be damned interesting.

  With every ounce of willpower left, Zane skirted the opposite edge of the bed until he was facing Serena. Once there, he settled himself into a chair trying with all his might to keep an unreadable look on his face when really he wanted to whistle and howl like the horny man he really was.

  Serena’s gaze snapped up to where he could see it, the blush of her cheeks told a tale all their own.

  “Zane,” she said. “You’re home early.”

  Not giving an inch, as a sort of test, Zane nodded his head and said, “Continue.”

  He watched as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes just the slightest bit. She did that when annoyed, it made his lips curve at the corners.

  “Continue?” she finally asked.

  “Continue,” he repeated not giving an inch. “Where you left off, Rena. I’d like to watch.”

  The blush once only covering her cheeks now made its way down her throat until it beautifully covered the uppermost swell of her breasts.

  When her slightly shaky hands started seductively rolling a stocking up the other leg, Zane knew he was lost. He may be able to teach Serena to be his submissive and with proper training, he might even be able to dominate her body and own its every release, but in the grand scheme of things, she was the one who held all the power. It was a sobering thought.