“Shep,” she says. Her voice is low, but I can hear her just fine.
I cross the room and join her in the bathroom, which is hot and damp from the steam of her shower. She backs up toward the sink with her hands clasped by her shoulder. Her arms are covering her tits. I grab a towel from the linen shelves and turn toward her. I start with her face and then move to her hair. I know it’ll be a while before it’s completely dry, but I wring out her thick black hair anyway. “Once we’re done in here, let’s put your hair up. Keep it out of the way.”
“Okay,” she squeaks out. I move down to her shoulders and then her back, wiping the droplets of water that are trickling their way down her amazing skin. Before I can stop myself, I bend over and catch a few drops running down her side with my tongue. She jerks in surprise, but holds still when my gaze meets hers. I do it again on her left side and this time I bite her a little. She sighs. I squat on the floor and move to her legs.
“There’s not going to be much more talking between now and when we finish. I want you to focus on your body and what sensations you’re feeling, and less on how witty you can be. Are you okay with that?”
I look up and she just nods.
“If I’m right, you are thinking a lot about what’s going to happen tonight and you’re a little in your head about it. Am I right?”
“Yeah,” she says, but her voice is really rough. She clears her throat, but doesn’t offer anything else.
“It’s called the sub space.” I lift up her foot and put it on my knee. I slowly dry off every inch. Even her toes are cute. I switch to the other foot. “We don’t need to talk about it at length right now, but it’s normal. You’re focusing on a lot of emotions and it’s going to make you feel a certain way. Just go with it and if you want to talk about it later, we definitely will.”
“Okay,” she says.
I dry between her thighs and wipe down her ass before I stand. “Where’s your lotion?” She turns and grabs the pump bottle of white cream off the counter. I want to take my time, but there’s a second part to this rub down and I would like to get her tied up properly before I start. I lotion her whole body, she helps me with her face. I watch her, the way her thick eyelashes almost touch her cheeks as she rubs her face. There are tears slicking her eyelids.
I gently sweep the moisture away with my thumb. I lean down and kiss her on the mouth. She kisses me back, just a firm press with her lips, but I think that’s all she can manage at the moment. She’s in that headspace for sure. There’s no need to try and take her out of it and either way I don’t think it would work. You can’t talk someone out of a deep emotional space.
I let her know we’re good to go and she reminds me she still needs to grab a hair tie out of the bedroom. We make our pitstop there and then I take her hand and lead her out to the great room and over to the dining table.
“Bend over,” I tell her. She leans over the table and I admire her pretty round ass as I grab the silicone butt plug and slick it up with lube. “Relax for me.” I watch carefully as I press the curved end into her tightest hole. She takes it like a pro, pushing back to give the proper room for me to slide it in. She exhales when it’s seated to the base, then stands and turns to face me even though I didn’t tell her to. I decide to let it slide.
“I’m going to gag you. Let me know if you don’t want me to.”
“No, it’s fine,” she says quietly. “I want to try it.”
“Good. Don’t try to swallow. You’re going to drool. Just let it happen.” She opens her mouth and holds still as I slip the rubber ball inside her lips. I secure the small buckle behind her head and then look her over to make sure it’s not biting into her skin.
“Good? Nod for me.” She nods and gives me a thumbs up. “Instead of hedgehog, if you want to stop just snap your fingers. If you forget to snap just shout ‘Stop’. I’ll be able to hear you.” She nods again, gives me another thumbs up. I go for the leather cuffs next and she lets me move her arms and feet where I need them so I can secure them around her wrists and ankles. She doesn’t say a word as I tie the rope around the metal attachment points of the cuffs.
“I’m going to hoist your hands above your head, but not so high that your feet won’t be comfortable on the floor. Nod if that’s okay.” She nods. I start pulling. When her arms are perfectly stretched above her head, I attach the rope to the mounted ring then walk back over to her side. “That good?” She nods and lets out a muffled “Yes.”
“Good. We’re going to begin now.” I step back and finally take a good look at her whole body. There's something about having a woman spread out for you, something about the sight of every inch of her on display. I pick up the flogger and step closer to Claudia. She glances at the leather tails for a second, then focuses back on my face.
I step behind her and get more of this perfect view. I move closer, press my hard on against the small of her back. I hear the rush of air that comes out of her nose. I wrap both my arms around her waist and twist my wrist just enough so the flogger sweeps back and forth across her stomach and her thighs.
“I'm going to use this on you tonight,” I say in her ear. “I'm going to use it mostly on your back and a little on your ass. Your tits are going to be spared. How does that sound to you?
She lets out a muffled “Good. Great.”
I reach down and tilt her head to the side. I take my sweet time running my tongue over the curve of her neck. She lets out this long, pitiful moan so I do it again. I bite and lick and suck at her, grinding my dick against her back until I can’t stand it anymore. I kiss her skin and release her. I walk back around to the front of her body.
She’s doing her best to hold still, but I can see the little tremors rippling all over her body. I step close again and tell her to look at me. Drool is already running down her chin. I want to hate how badly it turns me on. It’s only been a few minutes and she’s already giving in. She’s already losing control. There’s only one more thing I need.
“Do you like this?”
She nods.
“I thought so. You look like you like it a lot. I like it too. It feels like you’re finally mine. Do you have any idea how good it feels to know that you’re mine? Even for just one night or one week. You’re mine. Do you want to be mine?”
She nods frantically and lets out another muffled “Yes.”
“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” I lean down and kiss both her cheeks. “This isn’t about pain. We’re just gonna get you nice and warm. Nice and loose. Just relax and let me take care of you.” There’s no response, she just searches my eyes. I keep the words that are bouncing around in my head to myself. It’s time.
I move behind her and take a few deep breaths and then I swing. The tails connect with the smooth skin of her upper back. She jerks a bit and makes a little noise. I wait a beat and strike her again, on the other side of her upper back. Another jerk and a moan, but she settles just as quickly. I strike again, a little lower and again on the other side. I work in a circular motion, again picking up speed but barely increasing intensity. I watch closely, listen carefully for every sound she makes. The little moans and squeaks. All of it rolls over my own skin. All of it permeates my senses. She’s perfect.
I stop momentarily and walk around to check on her. There are tears running down her face. I don’t ask her any questions. I don’t want to make her think. I just wipe her cheeks with my thumbs and kiss her skin.
“You’re doing very well, baby. I’m very pleased.” She squeezes her eyes shut and more tears leak out. I kiss her again and step back around her body. I smooth my hand over her upper back. Her skin is warm, but nowhere near welting. We can go a while longer. I step back and roll my shoulder. I stretch my neck again. I’ve been lying to myself about how badly I need this. I haven’t been honest with myself when it comes to how often I need this. This is months in the making, maybe years.
We’ve only been at it no more than ten minutes and I know it’s never been th
is way before. Never with Meegan or any of the others before her. It’s never been this way with Sarah. That’s for fuck sure. It’s her. I know it. It’s Claudia. Everything about her and everything she’s given me up to this moment. Her smartass mouth and how quick she is to turn that shit on its head to offer me her enthusiastic submission. I believe her when she tells me she wants this. Even if it’s just tonight, she is mine. I need to be inside her soon.
Another deep breath and my flogger connects with her ass. The stroke is harder than the ones that kissed her back. I almost groan at the way her ass cheek bounces. A flash of red colors that gorgeous brown skin. I give the other side of her ass the same treatment. Another flash of red and then another. She yelps louder this time. I know the sting is more intense, but she is handling it so well. I swing again and again. I set a rhythm, a pace, and soon she starts to wiggle her ass in toward my flogger, trying to anticipate each blow. She's begging for it. I find that sweet spot where my arm is perfectly warm and the sweat is starting to build on my own back.
I feel that control I've been looking for, the momentum. No need to swing any harder—just faster, in perfect time with the pounding of my heart. I do move faster and she can't follow the swings. Too fast for her to move any direction to chase whatever sensation she thinks I'm denying her. We both know that's a lie. I'm giving her everything. I'm giving it all to her and there's more. She knows. It's just her mind can't keep up. Fighting what's already happening to her body. Those endorphins are hitting their tipping point and any moment now she's going to come.
And then it starts to happen. Her legs start to shake. I don't stop. She lets out one long, consistent moan. I step behind her and wrap my arm around her body. I shove my fingers between her legs. Her head jerks to the side as she cries out. She so wet, so fucking wet and her clit is swollen hard, just begging. I ignore it and shove three fingers inside her tight cunt. It's so fucking slick, I slide right in. I'm not gentle. I shake my fingers hard and that long moan pitches even higher. She almost head butts me in the chin as she shoots up to her tiptoes.
"Come, baby. Come for me," I say. “Come all over my fucking hand. Squeeze me." I feel her bearing down. I keep shaking my fingers and I know I'm hitting that spot. She fills my palm, soaks my wrists and soon it's running down the inside of her thighs. She's practically screaming but I won't stop until I'm ready. She keeps shaking. Her chest is moving up and down. I swear I can hear her heart beating or the sound of my heartbeat is filling up the whole room. She soaks my hand two more times before I withdraw and slowly step away. I wipe her wetness on her thigh. Then reach for the lube and a condom.
I watch her as I get myself ready. I've worked her out pretty good. Her head is slumping on her shoulders and her wrists are carrying all her weight. Her knees are done. She keeps squeezing her eyes shut. She blacked out momentarily, but I think she can take a little more. I move back behind her and gently spread her cheeks. They are still glowing hot. It's hard not to stand there and just admire my handiwork while I ease the plug out of her. She whimpers again and shivers as I slip it out.
"Shhh," I tell her. "You won't be empty for long."
I set the plug on the table and slick my cock with some more lube before I gently start to press my way in. Claudia takes me beautifully. I hear her breathing instantly change and I can feel the way she's relaxing and flexing her muscles to let every inch of me up that perfect ass of hers. I know I'm not gonna last long. She's so fucking tight and hot and the smell of her pussy is all around me still coating my hand and forearm. I need to come.
I grip her hips gently then lick the shell of her ear before I ease out and push back in. I slip my hand around and finger her sweet clit again. I pinch it hard and she shoots back up to her tiptoes, making this noise that I know will be a part of my jerk off fantasies for the rest of my life. My left hand is still on her hip and I use it to give me the leverage I need to pound in and out of her. I keep squeezing that clit of hers until she comes and this time I'm with her. That pressure shoots up my balls, all the way to the crown of my head and I think about just how amazing it would be to fill her with my cum one day.
I think I black out for a second and when I come back myself, we're both still shaking a bit. I need more time, but she needs me now. I can't leave her restrained anymore. I gently ease out of her and discard the condom in the trash, then zip up my pants.
When I come back to her she's definitely something to look at. Drool lining her body from her bottom lip past her navel. Her thighs still dripping wet and there's a small puddle at her toes. I undo the ball gag and immediately she sighs and grinds her back teeth. I grab a towel and quickly wipe down her thighs and drop the towel on the floor, then I remove her hands from the cuffs. I catch her as she falls into my arms and swoop her up. I use my foot to cover the wet spot she's left behind on the floor, before I move her to the couch.
"Better?" I ask. She nods and then I feel it. Her whole body draws up, every inch of her chest and then the sound comes out. She doesn't cry, she weeps, sobs against my chest. I cradle her head, kiss her face, rub every inch of her back. It's a while before she stops, but I expected it to be this intense. We've both been keeping a lot in. Eventually she rolls her head against my chest and rubs her cheek against my shirt. I laugh a little but I don't care that she's using my Henley as a tissue.
"Better?"
"I don't even know. That was crazy."
"Crazy bad or crazy good?"
"Good. Surreal. I think I'm still having an out of body experience."
"You were fucking amazing," I say. "I’ll give you some water in a minute and then I'm gonna use that massage oil on every inch of your beautiful, sore, used up body and then I'm going to put you to bed."
"I want you to come to bed with me."
"I will, baby," I say. "I'm not going anywhere."
Sixteen
Claudia
Shep said I would feel a little weird, something about a sub space, but I feel more than weird once we’re finished. I can’t even begin to describe how good it is. I don’t even know if I’ll tell Liz about it. Her staunch commitment to the bachelorette life has led to her having a more varied and exciting sex life than mine, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to vocalize what happens between Shep and I. He follows through on his promise. We stay on the couch for a while. He gives me all the water I could handle, two full glasses that he tells me to sip slowly. I chug the second glass. Then he takes me to the bedroom and he brings the massage oil with us. He didn’t joke when he said he was going to rub down every inch of my body.
He lays on the bed and takes his time massaging my shoulders, all the way down to my hands. He massages my fingers and explains that I’d be surprised how random parts of the body can be inexplicably sore after sessions as intense as the one we’d just experienced. My brain tries to come up with words to respond. Something about how he did lie or how I wasn’t expecting any of this to really happen, but I can’t because my brain isn’t working right. So I just nod. Or I just agree with him in my head.
After he finishes with my feet, he tells me he was going to shut down the house and get in bed with me. He asks if I need anything else. I ask about that pie. He comes back with it and his laptop. I pick at the crust as I watch him strip naked and try not to climb all the way into his lap while we watch more of my Netflix choices. Shep is sweet and attentive. He only tells me once that my choices in entertainment are terrible and I know he’s half joking. When I ask him to kiss me, he does. I still don’t feel right though. I cannot put my finger on it, but something is wrong.
I feel a little better when Shep wakes me up in the morning. It’s early again. The sun isn’t up. Shep has me sit up when he turns on the light and he looks me over. He’s checking for bruising he says, but he doesn’t find any. He asks me how I feel. I tell him I’m okay, but I feel a little strange and I feel a little strange about him, like I won’t exactly feel right if he’s not holding me. I know I’ve said that before, but this
time it feels a little different.
He tells me I’m experiencing something called sub drop. I’ll be feeling a little wonky, maybe fore the rest of the day, but he won’t leave me. He’ll hold me as much as I want. He pulls me into his arms. He kisses my face. I almost tell him that I think we should stay in bed, but I keep that to myself and we shower together and then we get dressed.
He hands me Titus’s leash and we head out into the darkness. We go a different way this time. The trail is narrower and Shep has me walk in front of him. “Titus knows the way,” he says. I don’t say anything, I just hold on and let this massive beast of a dog drag me through the wilderness. It’s colder than before. I know this kind of cold even though there’s something different to it in the city.
It’s going to snow at some point. I regret not bringing my hat, but I don’t want to pull up my hood even though my ears are getting cold. I want to be able to hear everything. It’s still dark when we come to this small clearing. There’s a break in the trees above though and that lack of coverage makes it light enough to see the tall ferns that grow uninterrupted.
“This is the spot,” Shep says. His voice sounds distant to me and I feel like I’m moving in slow motion when I turn to him as he starts to pull his camera out of its bag. Something flashes through me. It’s anger maybe. I don’t know, it’s something, and it’s making my skin itchy.
“Kiss me,” I say to him.
In the near darkness we’re close enough for me to see the corner of his lip turn up under his mustache. He says something, but I don’t hear him. I’m not paying attention. And he’s moving closer to me anyway so I know it doesn’t matter. He kisses me deep and slow. I try to live in that kiss, the way his lips are so smooth and the way his beard feels against my face. I look for what's making me feel so weird in the way his tongue slowly slides against mine. My clit starts to throb and I know if I finger myself I’ll be wet in that way that demands a certain kind of attention. My chest hurts when he pulls away and licks his lips.
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