Instantly his eyes shut.
“Just feel. Relax and give up control. Trust me.”
“I do trust you, Miss Eliza. Completely.”
Her index finger teased up and down the crease between his cheeks and dipped down further between his thighs to find his heavy balls. He wriggled a little, opening his thighs even more, allowing her better access.
“Such a good pet,” she breathed. The cap of the lube popped open in her hand, and he remained completely still while she reached down for the tapered silicone plug, spreading a thick coating of lube over it. He was relaxed and ready when she drizzled more into the valley between his cheeks, ready for her fingers, swirling around, then pressing in, first one and then two, working lubricant around his dusky rosebud, coating him inside and out.
He was so responsive. She loved the feel of his inner muscles gripping her tight, even as he thrust forward, grinding his cock against her thigh. She could feel it oozing, and she wanted to make him feel hotter, wilder. His hips moved in time with her fingers, thrusting deep, then withdrawing. “Oh, yes, please, more,” he sighed and moaned.
He was so ready, open, quivering with excitement. The silicone plug slipped home easily as she pressed the tip slowly in, allowing him time to get used to the feel, even though he had taken it easily the night before. His inner muscles gripped it and pulled it in the last few centimeters, and it settled into place.
“Mmmmm,” he sighed, still smiling.
Not wanting him to get too confident, Eliza took hold of the base and tugged, pulling it back out an inch before letting it sink back into position. Now the area around his cock head was slick with precum and it slipped easily between them as he moved. “Get used to it, slave. Your ass is mine to fill and tease.”
“Oh, God, yes, thank you. Yes.”
She spanked his ass hard, but it barely left a mark. “Thank you, Miss Eliza,” she instructed.
“Thank you, Miss Eliza.” She spanked with her bare hand again and then again before deciding it was time for something more.
She picked up the paddle and rubbed it in circles over his buttocks before giving him a swat. It was a little awkward to use sitting up in the bed, but after a few strokes, she found the best way to get a full swing in. “Grip down tight on that plug, pet,” her voice was firm. The way his hips bounced and swayed was adorable, half the time trying to evade the paddle and the other half trying to find it. His hands were balled into fists behind his back, and his eyes were squeezed shut.
“You are doing so well, Rusty. Your cock feels so good grinding on my leg. It makes me wet to think about whipping you and then fucking you.”
“Oh, God,” he whispered.
“Feel how slick your cock has made the space between us, I know when the plug or my fingers rub deep inside you it opens the flood gates and you ooze for me.”
“Yesss,” he thrust harder against her.
Eliza swatted his taut buttocks determinedly, both sides, top and bottom. He writhed and moaned beneath her as she stoked the fires of his passion. His hindquarters turned pink, and then a deeper rose. Sometimes Eliza would stop to tease fingers down between his legs, or shift his ass up higher across her lap. She wanted him elevated and bent, ass up, head down.
Trembling, he held the position. Eliza wanted him vulnerable. Her left hand delved into the space below the apex his hips made and wrapped around his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips forward uncontrollably, garnering himself a sudden swat from the paddle.
“No one gave you permission to lie flat again!”
“No, mistress, no, I know. But fuck… it feels so good…”
That earned him another swat and made him jerk with the intensity of it. “I want you to keep your ass up, and hips still, so I stroke this dangling appendage you have here.” She gave a playful yank, drawing a desperate moan from him.
“Oh, God, yes, I will…” Swat! “Yes, mistress, I will….”
It wasn’t easy for him, and she felt a certain pride in his determination to maintain the position. The hand she had wrapped around the length of his shaft had little room to move, but even the slightest pump got a reaction. He was lost in the intensity of it, his body taut as a strung bow. She played him perfectly, knowing he was trapped between his desire to please her, feeling every intense sensation she wanted to heap on him and fighting his desire to surrender to the roaring orgasm that was about erupt from his aching balls.
The paddle fell from her hand as she caressed the curve of his backside, feeling the heat. It was hot against her hand, and he moaned softly at her touch.
“Such a good pet, Rusty,” she coaxed. His cock in her hand oozed as she milked it, setting a slow rhythm. His face glistened under a fine sheen of sweat, and he gazed up at her from one eye, the rest of his face obscured by the tangle of bed sheets under him.
“I’m so close,” he gasped.
“Not yet!” Her hand stilled for half a minute and resumed the slow, sensual stroking. Her paddle hand, now free, found the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. She pushed on it, feeling him fight to maintain his pose as he sucked in a sudden breath. She loved how hot he got, this man of hers.
“You like it when I press this into you? Does it make you want to cum?”
“God, yes, please?”
“Oh yes, my rusty boy,” Her hand stroked faster, and her fingers teased the plug back and forth. “As long as you clench down tight on that plug and feel it wriggling into that…”
“Fuck, yes. Yesssss……” he groaned and came hard, gasping and moaning as his hips pushed forward into her grasp, coating her hand and thighs. She marveled at the joy of it, having this sexy man come apart in a way she could feel it and control it and command it.
He lay still across her lap as she untied the knots and slipped his wrists free of the cuffs. He lifted himself off her slowly, turning to wrap his arms around her hips. “I don’t know how you do it, my lady.” He dropped a kiss onto the curve of her waist and lay for a long while pressing his body into the warmth hers.
At noon he stretched and then pulled her up from the bed. “How you get all of me wrapped up in the moment like that. It’s so…”
“Intense?” She took his hand and pulled him behind her, naked, into the elegant bathroom. The shower stall was huge, obviously designed for two, and filled the small room with steam almost immediately. Within seconds she had pulled the silk nightie over her head and stepped into the shower. She caught his eye and crooked a finger at him. He didn’t need any further invitation.
The over-sized stall had spray jets from above as well as from the side. “So no one has to stand and freeze while their other half hogs all the water,” Eliza joked. “Poor Jim used to always insist I get the warm part of the spray.”
“He sounds like he was always good to you. Always put you first.” Frank lathered up the soap in his hands and spread the foam over her shoulders and down her back, drawing a subtle sigh from her as she relaxed into the massage.
“He did. Oh, he did. And seeing this shower, I’m inclined to take out that tub in my house and see about putting in one like this. I have a feeling we’d use it a lot. Would you like that, Frank?” Eliza half turned to look at him as she posed her question.
“Any shower with you, my lady.” He whipped up more bubbles and started washing her chest. “I’d stand in the cold, back half of the tub, or under warm jets like these, to be naked and in the shower with you.” His hands made slow circles over her breasts, and he could feel the taut little peaks under his palms. He couldn’t believe his body would be reacting again so soon, but it was. His eager cock was starting to swell with arousal, and he suddenly felt Eliza’s hand cupping him, her thumb grazing back and forth over the tip as she was inclined to do.
“Better get those hands soapy again, Professor, and take care of washing your own pelvic region. No more sneaking a feel of me!” She traded spaces with him, urging him beneath the densest part of the spray and supervised while he soaped h
imself. Satisfied he had the job well in hand, she slid the door open and stepped out, drying herself hurriedly with a surprisingly fluffy hotel towel. “We have to get a move on. There’s not much time left before our late checkout.”
Her whole head disappeared into the soft gray fabric as Eliza toweled her hair vigorously and then peeked back into the shower. “And we have a mess to clean up.” She waggled her eyebrows at him, and he laughed. “In fact, Frank, I think you better leave a twenty as a tip for the chambermaid. We wouldn’t want them to go uncompensated in the event they find something… nefarious.”
He laughed again. “No, ma’am.”
Frank drove on the way home and saw just how far into the Poconos they had come. The sight of the resort disappearing in his rearview mirror made him want to plan a return trip in the fall, maybe when he could accept a real collar, one with an owner’s tag with Eliza’s name on it.
He stretched back into his seat and concentrated on the road, letting the miles roll behind them, but all the while wishing the weekend wasn’t ending so soon.
They pulled in for a late lunch at a shiny chrome diner on the side of Route 100. Walking in was like taking a step into the past. The rail car facade held a long Formica counter along the back wall and rows of vinyl and chrome booths pushed up against the front windows. To Frank’s delight, each booth had its own personal diner table jukebox. As soon as they were settled he gripped the round turn handle at the top, twisting and making the pages flip. “Anything special my lady wants to hear?”
Eliza looked up from her menu and fished a pair of quarters from the depths of her purse. “Go ahead and put those in while you search. All those boxes are linked, and we can hear whatever other diners have selected.”
Frank dropped the coins in with a heavy clink, and sure enough, strains of Billy Joel’s “Always a Woman” filled their booth. “Sometimes,” she chuckled, “You can wait the whole time you’re in here and never hear your own song choice.” He studied his menu for a minute and then looked over at Eliza, reading glasses perched on her nose as she frowned down at hers.
“See anything you like?” he prompted.
Her dark eyes flashed at him. “Look at you, fishing for compliments.” Her manicured hand stretched out over the retro-looking table and clasped his, the pad of her thumb tenderly grazing back and forth over his knuckles.
She went back to looking over the lunch selections until a cheerful waitress stepped up for their order. Pen and pad were held at the ready. “Good afternoon, I’m Hailey, what can I get for you two?”
Eliza pointed to a a picture of a chicken salad sandwich on a croissant. “I’ll take that, but no fries. Have you got chips?” The waitress bobbed her head and looked expectantly at Frank who pointed to the identical photo on his side.
“I’ll have what the lady’s having, same way. And iced tea for both of us.” Their server looked young enough to be in high school, with her dyed black hair and heavy coating of eyeliner. She scribbled down their order and muttered something about putting it in right away before whisking away their menus.
They watched as she disappeared into the back. “Want to lay odds we get something other than chicken salad?” Frank joked. “I am very familiar with students that age and know when they aren’t paying one bit of attention.
“Oh…” Eliza looked at him blankly. “Were you saying something?” And then she laughed at the outrage on his face. “You are so easy, my love.”
That caused a hiccup in the conversation, both of them sitting like fools, smiling at each other. Both wondering if any more needed to be said. And after a moment the familiar guitar chords of Simon and Garfunkle’s ‘Cecelia’ floated up from the jukebox.
Eliza went on like she hadn’t just used the L word, even as part of a joke. “I have always wondered this song is about a domme.” They both listened for a moment to the iconic refrain.
‘Oh Cecelia, I’m down on my knees,
I’m begging you please, to come home…’
Frank pursed his lips and half sang along. “I think it’s definitely about a woman who is wielding her own personal power. Not sure that makes her a domme, though.”
They listened intently to the lyrics. “But that bit, right there. ‘I got up to wash my face’” Eliza let that thought hang in the air. “Just what was he doing that his face needs washed?” she giggled.
“Oh, I see,” said Frank, sipping his iced tea. “She seems like a woman who takes what she wants and moves on. Like she doesn’t have much respect for men. Is that what makes her seem like a domme?”
Eliza slapped the back of his hand. “Shame on you!” She leaned out over the table and looked him right in the eyes. “A domme isn’t a woman who doesn’t respect men! It isn’t about respect or lack of it. It’s about recognizing that wearing the cuffs or letting the lady lead is a huge turn on to some men. I never thought I would find such a thing again, a man with the emotional confidence and the devotion to put my desires first. That’s so rare, and to have it arouse him the way it does me, that’s like a gift from the gods.”
“Oh….” Was all Frank could manage, and then they both heard a small cough. Hailey had returned and looked down at them, pen and pad still in hand. “We’re out of chips, I’m afraid, but I could substitute a cup of soup or the fries.”
“Fries!” both Eliza and Frank responded in unison.
Chapter 19
The heat wave that had settled down over the area dragged on through the last week of June and continued on, broken only by swift moving thunderstorms that swept the region at dusk. Frank got back into his routine, mornings at the Atlas gym, afternoons split between grading assignments and sprucing up his former home for showings. Both he and the realtor were eager to get it sold.
The Fourth of July rolled around as another hazy, hot and humid day. Just walking from the front door to the car was enough to make sweat bead on Frank’s forehead as he loaded up a cooler full of the most refreshing wines and beers he could think of, because damn, it was hot. His linen shirt was starting to cling, and he hadn’t been outside ten minutes.
He lifted a large picnic basket and wedged it next to the cooler so it wouldn’t slide. As if meeting all of Eliza’s family at once wasn’t difficult enough, he was going to be a sweaty mess when he did it. According to her, this shindig was always held outdoors in her Aunt’s back yard, and everyone brought drinks and something to grill. Every other year it was probably a perfect barbecue, but this year, the heat and humidity would force anyone sane to remain indoors.
Eliza fluttered out of the house and down the steps in a purple and black floral sundress, holding a wide brimmed hat down on her head with one hand. “Are we all ready?” she asked.
Frank slammed the trunk and let her pull him into her arms, lowering his head to meet her lips. “Oh, ummmm” she sighed, dropping one last kiss on his cheek. “You smell delicious.”
“I’ll take any advantage I can get, milady, considering it feels like we’re inside the laboratory oven. Let’s hit the road and try to get the AC blowing before I have to walk the gauntlet.” He settled her into her seat and backed down the drive, happy when cooler air flowed from the dash vents. Eliza appeared cool and collected, as always. She plugged her cell into the car charger, and as an afterthought sent a short text to each of her offspring to let them know they were on their way.
“I have a feeling each of those two will be on time today. They are eager to meet you,” she quipped.
“The feeling is mutual, but, I’m just not sure this feels right, Eliza. I mean you and me, together, that feels amazingly right, but your family, do they know I’m still technically married?”
She lay her hand on his thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. “Those who need to know, do, and no one is going to bring it up.” She waited for him to protest, but he didn’t. “Just like all those times when you thought about asking your wife for some kind of leadership in the bedroom and didn’t, whenever you think about discussing your mo
st private details, I want you to remember how you just couldn’t bring it up. Your marriage is over, but you don’t even have to say anything.”
“But your mom…?”
“My mom has impeccable manners and would never ask, and if you bring it up yourself I will punish you severely.” That stern edge was back in her voice.
“Oooh,” he was sounding breathless again. “Will you whip me, mistress?”
She plucked at a curly hair on his thigh, yanking it out. “That wouldn’t be punishment, Rusty. More like you’d be banned from my pussy for a week or more. No licking, no fucking…”
He put on a sad puppy face, and she almost laughed.
“And definitely no cumming for you.”
Frank gripped the wheel even tighter and made the last few turns. Damned if she hadn’t just woken his dick up, like she was planning on having him flying at half mast when they walked into the party. He swung into the driveway and parked on the grass. They were in a very nice part of town. The wide, tree-lined streets were lined by large manicured lawns. Not at all what he expected, after Eliza’s tiny rancher.
He unloaded the trunk and looked around. The tranquility of the well-kept front yard and perfectly trimmed topiaries ended abruptly at a white picket fence that outlined the rear garden. Murmuring conversations and the sounds of happy children grew louder as they headed around back.
The heavy white gate swung open easily when Frank leaned on it, and he stepped aside to allow Eliza through first. He had to quickly let the gate bang shut as a pair of dogs bounded for the gap only to be called back by a clamor of voices from around the corner under the shelter of the back porch.
The yard was not large, and he followed along as Eliza wound her way between some tables, past a small crowd assembling a tent pavilion of some kind and dropped the cooler in a row of others beside the grill. It was no ordinary grill, but part of a built-in outdoor cooking area, complete with a vibrant trellis overhead loaded with purple blooms. He only had a moment to take it all in. Eliza gripped him tightly by the hand and swung him around.
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