by Lena Austin
“Bear with me a moment, Calder. Then, you’ll have your reward. It will be worth the wait.”
“Okay, okay.” Calder made himself comfortable on the pillows, turning until he was in the correct position, with both hands raised above his head. Instead of tying him up, she simply gave him a piece of rope to hold in each hand.
“See, Calder? All you have to do is hold them. You can free yourself simply by letting go. This is just a demo, after all.” Her voice deepened to a husky purr.
“Better.”
Kelly turned and picked up a small bottle and liberally anointed his cock with the contents. Before he could do more than gasp, Kelly grinned down at him. “Easy, big guy. It’s just more of the same I put on your back, in a thicker formula.” She gave the head of his cock a quick suckle. “Tastier, too.”
Before his eyes, Kelly sat down on the vanity stool and anointed her own pussy with casual, lazy strokes. “I don’t get to do this often,” she admitted, her eyes half-closed. “Would you like a taste?” She spread her legs wide so he could see her pink, wet labia glistening at him in the low lighting.
“Come here, and I’ll be happy to taste it. And you.” Calder’s cock was now throbbing and aware of the tiniest shift in the air currents. He could play this game for a little longer, but not much more before he exploded.
Like a cat on the stalk, Kelly approached the foot of the bed and began a slow crawl up to where he wanted her, right on his face. She lingered to lick and nibble at anything that pleased her, including a quick toe suck that made him writhe for a moment.
Fingers played with his balls while a soft mouth pleasured an inner thigh. With a soft “Growf!” she attacked the bottom of his shaft, following the strength of the underside all the way up with agonizing slowness. She paused and nibbled the head of his cock, teasing with her teeth until Calder wondered if he’d last. Her little pink tongue flicked the opening and drew out the pre-cum that glistened.
“I’m not going to be able to take much more of this, Kelly,” he muttered.
“Neither am I. It’s been way too long. But you’re worth savoring,” she murmured against his cock.
“You promised me a taste, and you’ve already got me on fire.”
“And I never break a promise. You win, Calder.”
Calder tested his ropes and how much room they gave him. Not much. He wouldn’t be able to use his hands. Very well. No hands, just tongue. This wasn’t so bad, this bondage thing.
Kelly positioned herself so that she could continue her work on his cock in a classic 69. Calder had no objections to this, as he planned to distract her as much as possible and focus on her pleasure. He was feeling increasingly guilty about not coming clean and admitting he was a journalist. But his lie of omission now had him tangled in a web of his own making.
Nibbling on a creamy thigh was just the ticket to get things turning his way. He went about his work with the hunger of a starving man. The writer part of him chuckled at the metaphor. Hunger -- yeah, he was hungry all right. Good analogy. He’d have to remember that later.
The pink delicacy in front of him was more than any mortal could resist, and he wasn’t above enjoying a temptation or two. First on his list was licking her labia like icing on a confection. Playful little tugs with his lips were second, just to listen and feel her moans through his cock. Good. She’d teased him all evening. Now it was his turn to make her writhe.
Soft brown hair tickled his nose until he burrowed past it. Whatever that goo was she’d spread on was tasty as hell and lit his tongue on fire. Mint and honey, his brain supplied. The herbal flavor added a whole new dimension, not to mention the way her clit popped from its hiding place at the first lap of his tongue. But the honey made it all sticky, so he took his time getting every last drop.
That same goo was probably what was slowing Kelly down too. She was taking her time with his cock, working from the base in slow, easy steps, licking and sucking like she had a candy cane to eat from the bottom up. It was keeping him just under the pinnacle, but her breathing was coming faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long now.
Calder’s tongue caressed her clit in hard pumping touches. Kelly sat up, panting and still, so Calder focused on her pleasure. One shudder was all the warning he got before she exploded. He lapped happily while she writhed and screamed, waiting for her orgasm to slow before plunging his tongue in again.
“BASTARD!” she screeched, but came harder. Literally propelled by the force of her climax, she crawled off and lay there, panting.
Calder didn’t bother to answer. He’d had a small revenge in getting her to scream first.
“You bastard,” Kelly repeated. “I’ll get you for that. I make them scream first.” Without warning, she leapt on top of his cock and began to ride hard and fast.
Watching her tits bounce in front of him, and thrusting with all his might, Calder knew it would be a short fuck unless he got her to calm down.
“Easy, babe,” he warned. “You keep this up and I won’t last long.”
Panting, eyes glazed and her hair still up in that Victorian knot, she looked like a madwoman. But she listened. “Yeah? Okay, I’ll slow down.”
Calder was very sorry a few moments later. She slowly sank down on his cock, her muscles moving up and down every inch. It was worse than torture.
She laughed at his expression. “I call this the ‘Incredible Munching Pussy.’” Having reached the bottom, she moved up the same way.
“I’m getting fucked by a madwoman,” he muttered. “You’re definitely trying to kill me.”
For once, Kelly didn’t answer. A feral smile crossed her face. She began to fuck him faster with every down stroke. Calder couldn’t help himself any longer, and instinct took over. He met her down strokes with thrusts of his own, his face contorting with the effort not to release the ropes. A bargain was a bargain, but it was so hard.
His eyes flew open wide and he cried out, “Oh, God!” Without conscious thought, he let go of the ropes and grabbed her hips, finishing with deep penetrations until he felt himself turning inside out with the strength of his own orgasm. With one final movement, he shoved her hard down on himself until he felt his cock head literally hit her cervix. Her shrieks of renewed orgasm nicely covered his shouts.
Kelly, now released from his hands, fell panting on top of him. “If you move, I’ll kill you,” she warned.
“Not likely, beautiful. Right now, I’m concentrating on remaining alive. You’re one dangerous woman.” Calder took her threat as an empty one, considering she was kissing his shoulder at the same time.
It was the last thing he remembered.
* * *
Calder awoke to the new and strange sensation of softness and warmth, as well as a tickling sensation on his nose. The surface beneath him was soft, unlike his bed in his apartment. Something both pliable and warm was partially wrapped around him, not to mention a blanket that smelled of Kelly’s perfume. His eyes shot open.
The morning light coming in from a basement egress window revealed the Victorian bedroom where he and Kelly had played and made love. And that warm silkiness wrapped around him was Kelly herself, asleep. The tickle had been provided by what was left of her schoolmarm hairdo.
Calder grinned. Man, what a night. He was chagrined to have fallen asleep on her, and would have to make it up to Kelly as soon as he recovered. He hoped that little bathroom door he’d seen led to a shower.
Gently easing his way to disentangling himself from Kelly, he was grateful when she made a mild protest and rolled over, taking the blanket with her. Smothering a chuckle at seeing this display of dominance even while she slept, he made his way quietly to the bathroom.
With a sigh of gratification, Calder found not only a sink and toilet, but also a shower stall worthy of kings. Fresh and fluffy towels hung conveniently nearby on a warming rack. The hot water felt like a waterfall compared to the stingy spray in his apartment, and he nearly groaned aloud. Even the soap smelled of
luxury.
He dried off and carefully hung the towels back on the warmer, where he presumed they would dry. Then he tiptoed back in the bedroom and found his clothes. Kelly didn’t stir.
Calder decided to sneak upstairs and find that coffee cup he’d left in the living room. Maybe Kelly wouldn’t begrudge him a cup, and he’d be happy to make a fresh pot for the use of it.
Stepping carefully outside the bedroom door, he heard a small tinkle and a gasp. Turning around quickly, he saw a woman wearing a collar holding a tray with two cups and a carafe.
The dark-skinned woman stared for a moment, and then bent her head. “Good morning, Master,” she uttered softly with one eye on the bedroom door. “Coffee is served, if Master wishes it.”
Man, he could get used to this. “Thank you. Your Mistress is still asleep.” He closed the bedroom door so Kelly wouldn’t be disturbed. “But, who are you and why do you call me Master?”
The woman gave him a glittering smile. “My name is Sadie, Master, and I’m the housekeeper. And there are several clues. First and foremost, you aren’t wearing a collar. Second of all, no one has ever slept overnight in that bed except the Mistress. Can’t imagine anyone would who wasn’t her equal.” Sadie handed him a cup, black as sin and just as fragrant. “Third, I’m a sub. I recognize a Master when I see one.”
Ah, so this was the housekeeper. “And I assume you guessed how I’d like my coffee from the cup left upstairs last night?”
“The car in the driveway was the first clue that someone was here. Second was the cup. Third was when I didn’t find Mistress in her own bed upstairs when I went to, uh, clean.” Sadie looked a bit uncomfortable, and it wasn’t hard to guess why.
Calder snickered. “You mean you went to investigate and make sure your Mistress was all right. I don’t blame you. That’s why you brought down a tray. It was a good excuse to go find your Mistress.”
Sadie relaxed visibly. She indicated a chair across from the throne dominating -- there was that word again -- the sitting area. “Why don’t you sit down, Master…”
“Calder. And yes, I think I will. Thank you.”
Calder sat in a chair facing the room where Kelly slept, and Sadie knelt comfortably nearby, seemingly content to wait on his every need. He studied her for a few moments. Her khakis and polo shirt seemed normal. The only thing out of place was the black collar with a silver spider pendant hanging from it.
A glance at his watch had his eyes flying open. One o’clock. No wonder he was reasonably coherent. It wasn’t technically morning anymore. He sipped his coffee and wondered what to do. Conversation seemed reasonable.
A clearing of the throat got Sadie’s attention from her smiling contemplation of the patterns of the rug. “Sadie, I’m curious. Would you answer a few questions, if they aren’t private information?”
The big brown eyes twinkled. “I’ll answer what I can. When I can’t, I’ll tell you.”
Calder foundered for a moment. “What do you think would be an appropriate gift for your Mistress to thank her for all she did for me last night?”
Sadie’s lips twitched.
“Besides that, Sadie.” He laughed softly. “I’ll be happy to provide more if she wants it, but I mean a real gift.”
Sadie chuckled, but sobered. “I’m going to doubt you’ll collar yourself, so may I suggest the usual gifts you’d give a lady? Flowers, candy, stuffed animals, you know.” At Calder’s raised eyebrow, she looked stern. “Mistress is the same as any other woman, Master Calder. And don’t you even begin to think different!”
Calder grinned, unperturbed. “No, Sadie, she’s a helluva lot better than most women.” He wasn’t about to admit his raised eyebrow had been over the concept of collaring himself. Now that he had seen the painless and pleasurable side of BDSM, it still didn’t make him want to do what Sadie was doing. Servitude just wasn’t his thing.
“Why, thank you, Calder,” drawled a voice from the door of the bedroom.
Kelly walked over, wrapped in an emerald-green silk kimono he’d seen in the wardrobe, and picked up a coffee cup. Sadie leapt up to pour, and soon Kelly was seated on the throne-like chair near Calder. She toasted Calder with her mug and sipped appreciatively.
“Mistress, I need to remind you that you’re scheduled to go to the hospice from three until six,” Sadie reported.
“Yes, I remember.” Kelly turned to smile at Sadie, and then returned her blue eyes to Calder. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I will need to see you out shortly.”
Calder made to put down his coffee cup, understanding but somewhat disappointed. Well, he had more notes in his head than he thought possible to transcribe. Kelly raised her hand, and part of him dared hope she’d want to see him again. Something in him craved her company, and it was more than the great sex.
“I’ve got nothing on the books tonight, do I, Sadie?” Sadie shook her head. “Good. Calder, I’m sure that, given a few hours, you’re going to have a thousand questions. Why don’t I pick you up on my way home, and we’ll have dinner here together?”
The prospect of a meal that didn’t come from the microwave or a can had vast appeal, even beyond having it with Kelly. He’d have killed for it. “I’d love it. I’m a lousy cook, but mayI bring something?” Some irrational part of his mind screamed, Flowers? Candy? Me? He told it to shut up, and instead grinned cockily. “What’s for dinner?”
Sadie answered, “Pot roast, potatoes, salad, and green beans, Master.”
“And chocolate cake,” added Kelly with a smile.
Calder tried hard not to melt. “Sounds great.” He got up, kissed Kelly tenderly on the lips, and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Give Sadie your address on your way out, Calder.”
* * *
Kelly rose and walked languidly behind them as Sadie escorted Calder out. She waited to wave at the bottom of the stairs until the door shut on Calder’s back.
Sadie turned in time to see her Mistress grin, whoop, and start to run up the stairs.
Kelly yelled as she hit the first landing, “Call the hospice and cancel my appointment today, Sadie! I have a cake to bake as soon as I’m dressed!”
Sadie put her hands on her hips as soon as Kelly was out of sight, and shook her head. “Good thing there’re two ovens,” she muttered, and bustled into the kitchen.
* * *
Calder sat at his desk, typing furiously, with one eye on the clock and one eye on the monitor. He couldn’t get it all down in time. He knew that. Bits and pieces of data of how certain forms of BDSM worked on the psyche was all he had. He’d gotten the forms of BDSM organized into categories, and was cutting and pasting the notes as he remembered things into the appropriate category.
This article was almost getting out of hand. He would have to condense the hell out of it, focusing only on the psychological aspects that would sell. That burned him. It wouldn’t be enough. Did he have enough to create a proposal for Ruben to sell as a book?
He glanced at the clock. Five PM. One hour. He would do what he could. He had the outline. He had some data. He got to work to create the rest.
* * *
Kelly tooled her 1982 Harley Wide-Glide down the street, following the directions to Calder’s apartment. She admitted to herself that “Baby” as she called the Harley, was all for show and the double takes she got.
The cake was cooling on the counter with Sadie’s sworn word she’d frost it while they ate dinner. After a frantic run to the store for ingredients, and making a mess of the kitchen that had Sadie in despair, Kelly had the cake. It was a personal triumph. It was like coming out of a dark room into the light.
It didn’t matter if Calder was a permanent fixture in her life waiting to happen. That remained to be seen, and she wasn’t about to make any predictions after a one-night stand. All that was Calder would be revealed, if he chose to continue. He had been the catalyst to make her want to live again, and right now, that was good e
nough.
She pulled into the apartment complex and rode around until she found the building number. It wasn’t a bad complex; relatively clean, but also inexpensive. The amenities were just a pool and a shabby tennis court. There were eight apartments to a building. She looked up at all the windows and spotted Calder looking out a window on the right, waving her up.
Locking up Baby and her helmet was easy, and so was finding his apartment number on the mailboxes. “Burgess” was number 202. She hustled up the stairs and knocked on his door.
Calder opened the door immediately and dragged her inside. Her small squeak of surprise was muffled against his lips.
When Calder freed her lips to nibble her ear, she murmured, “Feeling in charge, hmm?” Kelly was inclined to let him, at least for now.
“If I weren’t starving,” Calder laughed and let the implied threat hang. “Let me grab my coat. Hope you have a spare helmet.”
“I do.” While Calder rummaged in an over-full closet, Kelly let curiosity take over. The whole apartment was neat as a pin, except for a desk where the dining nook would be. She spotted many BDSM research books from the library, and smiled. Calder took everything so seriously. He’d probably studied up using the Web, as well. That sleek little computer system was not one of the cheap models, and neither was the matching high-speed laser printer.
“Ready!” Calder said behind her, jiggling his keys. He closed the apartment door and locked it behind them before following Kelly down the stairs. His appreciative whistle was all for the Harley when he caught up. “Nice!”
Kelly tossed him a black helmet. “World’s most expensive vibrator!” That elicited some chuckles from two admiring teen boys who happened to walk by. Kelly waited until they were out of earshot, for Calder’s sake. “You get the bitch seat.” Tugging on her helmet, she got on and waited for Calder to mount up behind her before firing up the engines. The last thing she heard was his appreciative chuckle.
Chapter Five
Kelly ran into the kitchen, startling Sadie. “Okay! Okay! He’s seated in the living room.” She eyed the cake, searching for minute flaws and gave it a poke. It was cool.
