Frank didn’t want to think about it, about what he was doing. In his world before Eliza, it wasn’t something he had ever thought of, he would never have considered. But now, with her here tonight, it seemed like a natural conclusion, and he thought, why not?
He laved her with his tongue in long sweet strokes until she pushed his head back roughly.
“That’s enough for now. I grow tired of the way your uniform blocks my view. Remove it please and set it here on the couch.”
Almost instantly the toga was whisked over his head and folded. Frank lay it on a cushion and scooted back to sit on his heels again at her feet. Eliza leaned forward and cupped his chin in her hand, pulling him close for a soft sweet kiss. “Time for you to put on a show for me, Boy-o.” Her fingers curled around his forearm and lifted it, maneuvering his hand to the base of his dick. Instinctively his hand gripped it, flexing, obviously wanting to give a long hard stroke.
“May I?” he rasped.
“Mmmhmmm,” she sighed, watching him intently as his grip tightened and he gave a slow pull. His hips rose and fell with the rhythm of it, pushing his slick cock up into his fist. “Lean back, and let me see how you pleasure yourself.”
“Yes, Mistress.” His eyes jerked up to hers, noting the intensity of her gaze. She was aroused by this, watching his thumb caress over the head of his member, smearing the clear fluid that seeped from it.
As much as he wanted to race headlong and lose himself in a monstrous orgasm, he also wanted to please her, to keep her entertained. He kept his movements slow, emphasizing the thrust and drag of each stroke. Maximizing the precum flowing, until his shaft was almost twitching out of his hand. It was then he glanced up at her again, eyes bright and cheeks faintly flushed. “I am so close, I could cum at any moment.” His hand paused and he leaned back, wanting to arch up and release. “May I? Please?” he added.
“I hope you’re as close as you say, slave. It will please me to see the extent of your control.” She nodded and his hand started moving again, a bit unsure of where she was going with this.
“Stroke harder, a little faster.” And he complied, feeling the pleasure building, unsure if he’d be able to stop. “Five! You better be ready, slut. Four! Clench those ass muscles. Three…. Two!” He stroked madly, wanting to time it perfectly, grunting with the effort of it, his hips pumping as he waited for her to finish the countdown. She hesitated and he felt the eruption starting. “One!… and let me hear you cum, my sexy man…”
“Arrrrgh” he didn’t recognize the sounds he was making as his orgasm overtook him, and hot seed surged up out onto the cold tile in front of him. His limbs were shaking at the intensity of it, blowing out guttural moans through his clenched teeth. Frank sagged back down onto his heels when it was over, drawing in ragged breaths. His hands dropped to his sides and he fell forward to rest his head on her thigh.
He felt her touch softly on his hair, caressing it back away from his eyes. “Thank you… thank you,” he whispered. They cuddled together until they both started to notice the coolness of the evening.
“I’d say it’s time for bed, Frank.” He got shakily to his feet and gave her a hand up off the couch. She rose up into his arms and dropped a kiss on his lips. “Get a damp towel and make sure we haven’t left anything for the housekeeping ladies to deal with tomorrow, and if I’m asleep when you get into the bed don’t wake me, just spoon up behind me.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a tired grin.
Chapter 17
Activity out in the hallway woke Eliza, reminding her they were in a busy resort. Other residents were closing their doors and bumping their suitcases down the hallway to check out. It would be so easy to roll over and snuggle back into Frank’s embrace. She lifted the sheets up over her head and ducked into the shadowy recess under Frank’s chin, pleased when he sighed and pulled her closer.
“Don’t they realize we had a big night last night?” he joked. “Did we forget to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door?
“I wouldn’t think it would be necessary in a place like this. And what time is it? 8:30?” She dropped a light kiss on the soft spot between his collar bones and closed her eyes. “I could go either way, hit the snooze button for another half hour or get up and search out some breakfast. I think they serve it til 9.”
As far as Frank was concerned, she could sleep curled up against him all day, at least until she wanted him in his sex-toy uniform again. He eased out from under the covers and tucked them up around her chin. “I’ll go in search of coffee and let you sleep a while longer,” he urged, and wasn’t surprised when she rolled over and disappeared under the sheet.
“Key card’s in my purse,” came her muffled reply, as she drifted back to sleep.
Frank dressed in the dim light of the closet and slipped out of the room. The hallway outside their door was empty and filled with morning sunshine. In contrast, departing guests and hotel employees crisscrossed the lobby, venturing between the reception desk, the breakfast area and what looked to be an exercise room. Frank followed his nose into the breakfast area set up in one corner of the restaurant, a simple buffet with the usual cereal bar, bagels, muffins, juice machines and warmer trays of processed eggs and crispy bacon. Other guests were hunkered down at tables, their faces turned up towards cable morning shows on the flat screens.
He surveyed the breakfast buffet once again, not sure how Eliza would feel about any of the offerings. Finally, he decided to put together an assortment on two plates and poured two large cups of coffee. That, at least, he knew how she liked.
It was at that point he realized he was going to have to make two trips, and he flagged down a hotel worker, managing to convince the young lady to lend him a tray, as well as a decanter for extra coffee.
He got good vibes from the breakfast room manager, Zdenka, according to her name tag. She had a sunny disposition and probably encountered the “We want to have our coffee, pastries and fresh fruit alone in our room” request often. Frank was soon loaded up with a broad tray brimming with plates of food, coffee and an extra cup full of stirrers, sugar packets and creamer.
He balanced the tray on one of the dining tables and fished his wallet from a pocket. He handed some singles to Zdenka, which she tried to refuse. “Please,” Frank insisted. “I could really use a hand getting this into my room without making too much noise.”
Most of the diners had settled into their seats and all the food warmers were full and after a look around to confirm it, the young server nodded. They could make do without her for a few minutes. She lifted the carafe off the tray and cradled it in her palm. “It is on this floor?” she inquired, and at his nod said, “All right, but only as far as your room.”
It was a quick trip, and she keyed open the lock so that Frank could shoulder open the door, and then immediately replaced the decanter and dropped the key card onto the tray.
“Thank you,” Frank mouthed the words, and smiled when she whispered back, “You’re welcome.”
He could hear Eliza stirring as the door closed, and headed straight to her. He drew back the curtain partially, letting the late morning sun in, and arranged the feast around her, carefully putting the coffee on the side table before lowering the tray down onto her lap. She propped herself up against the pillows and patted the space on the bed beside her. “Well look how productive you have been this morning!” she teased, selecting half an English muffin and slathering on the jelly.
He leaned over and kissed her. “You never know what the day might hold. We have to keep up your strength!”
Eliza smiled and offered him a bagel. “You like butter or cream cheese?” And then she looked closer at him. “And I like the new look, Frank. A linen shirt over cargo shorts, a very relaxed look.
Frank plucked the bagel and cream cheese out of her hand and lifted up one foot. “And boat shoes!” He seemed so proud of himself she kissed him again. The change had been happening slowly to both of them and was long over
due. A new summer outfit shouldn’t be a big deal, but it was more a sign of change. Each of them taking steps to find common ground, and meet in the middle. As if each of them had taken a step back and decided to pay more attention to their personal lives.
She just had to know. “How in the world did you come by those, Frank? Did you go back to Kohl’s with your Kohl’s Cash?”
It took him a minute to reply, but finally he shrugged and admitted the truth. “I found them in a box of Benny’s stuff that ended up at my place by mistake. I did ask if he wanted his stuff back, but he said he’d come to get it sometime, so voila!”
“Remind me to tell Benny he’s got good taste,” she chuckled. “So what shall we do today? We can’t spend the whole day squirreled up here in our nest.” Eliza loved the look of disappointment that crossed over his features and tried hard to hide that she felt the same way.
“I saw some brochures in the hallway,” Frank said between bites. “For antique shops, hiking and I believe some kind of water park, but I’m sure my phone could come up with other suggestions if those ideas disappoint.”
Eliza stretched over to grab the decanter and top off each of their cups. The breakfast tray slid precariously until Frank steadied it and picked up the plate piled high with scrambled eggs and bacon. “We might be able to find one of those breakfast in bed trays at the antique place, so when I bring breakfast tomorrow you don’t have to worry about it sliding off your lap.”
She delved a fork into his pile of eggs and stole a bite. “Antiquing it is. A tray like that might turn out to be useful in the future. For all the times my rusty lover fetches me breakfast in bed.”
The low humidity and sunny skies formatted the perfect day for getting off the beaten path and finding hidden antique shops, barn sales and even a full-fledged indoor flea market. Once in a while, Frank inquired about prices, but mostly he meandered alongside Eliza letting her hand swing in his. He hadn’t furniture shopped in years, even though his new apartment definitely needed it.
One road-side barn sale was littered with old wooden tools and farm equipment, but off to the side, Frank spotted a beautiful wrought-iron standing lamp. “That would fit perfectly beside my desk if the wiring isn’t 19th century like the rest of it.” He climbed over some wooden barrels and extracted the lamp. The black iron curled in various places, under the bulb and on its three feet. He led it at arm’s length and looked it over. The shade needed replacing, and he quirked an eyebrow at Eliza, hoping for her opinion.
She lifted a small tag and laughed. “Three hundred dollars….”
Frank set the lamp back carefully. “I wish I had known that before climbing over all those barrels,” he joked.
Eliza caught his hand and pulled him close for a quick kiss. “I don’t know,” she chuckled. “The view of you bending over was spectacular.”
“Quit teasing me,” he responded and then gasped when she pulled him down more sharply for a rougher kiss.
“I’ll tease you all I want. This excursion is just for fun. Stop taking life so seriously.”
She was right, Frank thought. He was comparing prices in a touristy antique shop to shopping for home goods twenty years prior. Even if the prices were outrageous, even if the sellers expected a little haggling, he wasn’t seriously shopping here. Maybe good weather on the first weekend in June automatically guaranteed the dealers were doubling their prices.
Eliza seemed unfazed by it all. She looked cool and delicious in a bright floral print sundress and strappy sandals. When he looked at her his pulse picked up a little bit, and he wondered what she was thinking. She always had a mischievous look in her eye that made him wonder if she was remembering the previous night. He felt a familiar tightening in his groin and squeezed her hand.
Frank hadn’t had a getaway like this in years. A vacation spent doing something with no purpose. The point of the day was to spend time together and converse, hold hands and discover new places. He didn’t mind at all that they never did find anything resembling a breakfast tray, and as they headed back to the hotel empty-handed Eliza joked that she’d just have to be up and presentable before 9, to eat in the breakfast area. “And it will give me a chance to show off my new man.”
Eliza might be making light of that, but it made Frank's chest puff up with pride as he followed her into their suite.
Their room looked plainer in the light of day, as Eliza plunked down on the couch. “Was that some kind of gym I saw down off the lobby?”
“Not a very well equipped one, but I think I saw some exercise equipment in there.” Frank tried to keep the longing out of his voice. He wouldn’t mind spending half an hour down there. He had some extra pent up energy to burn off, even if it was a little-used hotel gym.
But Eliza was his first priority. He found a clean wineglass and poured half a glass for his Mistress. Inside these walls, her power returned and he recollected her words. “Once we walk in this door you are mine, bound to serve the entire weekend. Is this your wish?” And oh yes, he still wished. Even if it meant passing up on his daily workout. He dropped to one knee as he handed her cocktail to her.
She took it gingerly and dismissed him. “I have a few notes to go over, sexy.” She double checked the time. “Make us a dinner reservation at the restaurant for 7 pm, and then you’re free for an hour to work out in that gym area. Be back here by 5:30, ready for adventure in that tub for two.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am!” Frank gave a clumsy bow and hustled off to find his gym shorts. The lines were blurring between what was serious between them and what was roleplay, but he didn’t care. The idea of giving a proper bow with a flourish tickled him, and would please Eliza, too. Diving deeper into the role was going to be fun, he decided and palmed his phone just long enough to search Youtube for a how to video.
He bookmarked it for later, and stopped by the restaurant to make the dinner reservation. It was easy, and soon he was hustling his way down the hall to the workout room. The area was small, just a few cardio machines, but Frank intended to try all of them.
As he passed the lobby he caught a glimpse of Zdenka chatting with the desk clerk. Her dark hair was cut bluntly at the shoulders, swaying gently as she gestured animatedly as she spoke. Frank gave her a friendly wave, since she had been so helpful to him earlier, and then he got a bright idea. He caught her eye as she was about to leave for the day and waved her over.
“I need your help again,” he began. He was in shorts and a t-shirt, his gym towel hung around his neck. He grasped an end in each hand, somewhat protective of it now that it had become his uniform.
Zdenka stopped and turned back from the exit. It was only then Frank noticed she had her handbag slung over her shoulder. “I can find another staff member to assist you, sir, since I’m off the clock and headed out.”
“No… no. I’ll just come down to breakfast a little early and work it out then. I was hoping the kitchen might have one of those lap top breakfast trays, that sort of has legs? Is lifted a little?”
Comprehension dawned and she nodded enthusiastically, waving as she turned to leave. “I think we have one or two of those in the back. Come down any time after 6 am and remind me what you need.”
Happiness surged in him and he bounced up onto his toes. Eliza had hinted about getting up early enough to breakfast in the cafe area, but he still liked the idea of pampering her, plus he yet had a perfectly wrapped gift to deliver. He had an image of a pretty white tray with a flower on one side and her gift on the other, and a plate of breakfast in the middle.
Ten minutes of his workout time had evaporated by the time Frank finally got to the gym. There was a TV in the far corner showing a baseball game, but Frank ignored it, increasing the pace on the treadmill and letting his thoughts return to Eliza as he ran. Usually, it took very little time to get lost in his own thoughts, but his sexy mistress stayed on his mind.
Clearly, Eliza demonstrated a deep awareness of his needs. On the surface, a couple on a weekend getaway mig
ht expect to be joined at the hip and do everything together, but Eliza had the sensibility to give him a mental and psychological break. His admiration for her grew another notch, and he returned to the room wondering how she might befuddle and confound him again tonight.
Eliza was right where he’d left her, working on her phone, comforting an anxious bride that even though she was out of town, her invitations would be ready to be mailed on Monday. He grabbed the wine off the bar and refreshed her glass as covertly as possible, and then stood quietly in front of her, wiping perspiration from his face with the little white towel.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she set aside her phone. “You’re back, and you have an interesting smell to you.” Her nose crinkled up. “Best if you get a quick shower. For both you and that little towel. I am sure it’s aromatic too.”
Eliza swatted his ass playfully as he ducked out of the room and headed through the bedroom. The cool spray of the shower felt wonderful, and he took the time to rinse out his towel and hang it up over the curtain rod. The face he saw looking back at him in the mirror as he ran the electric shaver over his cheeks and patted on aftershave kept smiling back at him. He pulled the toga over his head and then smoothed his hair back into place. He never thought he’d be one for role play or assuming the role of a Roman house slave, but the light fabric rustling over his groin made his cock start to stir.
His mind went into overdrive, fantasizing about everything a Roman house slave might have to do for his mistress as he went to the bathtub for two and set about filling it for her. For a moment his mind dwelt on corny 1950s movies about ancient times where slaves had served wine and grapes as their master or mistress lounged in a pool. Miss Eliza would be impressed, with his attention to detail and his devotion to his role.
Frank stepped out of the bathroom and set about his duties, making sure her glass was filled and serving up an assortment of tasty hors d’oeuvres.
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