‘What do you sense, Dominica?’ he asks. ‘What sensations are you experiencing?’
She thinks for a moment. There are so many different sensations that it is hard to choose.
‘The exquisite fragrance of an expensive soap. The gentle fizzing of the bubbles as they pop. The warmth of the water caressing my skin. And the touch of a strong and capable man…’
‘Very good,’ he says. ‘Now let me tell you what I can sense. Let me think for a moment. Ah, yes…I feel the tender and sensual skin of a beautiful woman. I smell the lingering scent of an exotic perfume that even the ocean water couldn’t wash away. I sense the salt of the sea in your hair, and the fire of womanhood in your belly.’
‘Hmmm…that all sounds lovely.’
‘But there’s more. Within me. I sense a growing passion…a desire. A need to be closer to you, to explore more of this wonderful feminine body. I feel a stirring in my loins that may get the better of me, if I am not careful. But I don’t want this moment to end just yet. I want us to explore more of what we can do, right here, right now.’
‘And what does that entail, exactly?’
‘Let me show you.’
He places his hands on his shoulders and gently turns her body so that her back is resting against his chest. Then he kisses her gently on the cheek, and the neck. His hands slide around in front of her, caressing her breasts once more and making her nipples hard. He plays with them gently, making them even firmer and more erect. Dominica doesn’t want the sensation to end.
‘Don’t stop,’ she says. ‘That feels so good…so natural.’
‘Let’s see what else this beautiful body has to offer.’
He massages her breasts, dripping handfuls of warm soapy water over them, and teasing her with blobs of foamy suds. It all feels so warm, sensuous, erotic. Max’s hands slide down Dominica’s body. They caress her hips, then slide up to her knees. But when he slides them back down again, his hands are on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart. She feels his right hand slide down a little further, touching her inner thigh. Already she is feeling a core of intense sexual pleasure welling deep within her.
A moment later, this feeling intensifies as Max’s fingers slide between her legs, exploring her vulva. When his finger touches against her clitoris, it is almost too much. She is ready to orgasm right then, but Max moves his fingers away for a moment, teasing her like a matador baiting a rampant bull – taking her to the edge, and then backing away again. Each time he touches her, she gets closer and closer to a climax. The desire to come is so intense that she wants to slip her own fingers there to make it happen. But she knows she must not…there is more to come. More pleasure, more excitement, more sexual adventures.
She leans back, pressing her body against Max’s chest and feeling his chest hair rub against her smooth back. Again she feels his fingers touching her, stimulating her…and this time there is no stopping, no turning back. Her body convulses and a wave of pleasure flows through her. She closes her eyes to concentrate on the sensation, and just like the exotic tastes she discovered earlier, the pleasure is all the greater for the extra focus and intensity. She allows herself to wallow in each succeeding wave of enjoyment, riding the moment for every last hint of stimulation. At last, she is spent, and her head tips back to rest against his shoulder.
‘I see you are learning,’ he says. ‘Yet there is much more for you to discover – a whole universe of enjoyment. I intend to take you there, Dominica, to show you the tastes and pleasures of the world beyond the norm. We have a long voyage to take together.’
‘You make it sound like Star Trek,’ she giggles happily. ‘Exploring an unknown universe of pleasure. Will we boldly go where no woman has gone before?’
‘Oh, this is much better than Star Trek, believe me. This is the most exciting adventure you can possibly imagine. And it all starts here, today.’
‘Well, I definitely like what I have experienced so far. I’m having a whole lot of fun. Is that it for today?’
Max cuddled close to her. ‘Is that it? You must be kidding. There is so much more for us to look forward to. I have spent years building my empire to make this possible – to create this beauty and magnificence. But none of it means anything without the right person to share it with. And as you know by now, I’m all about discoveries and adventures. But with you, I clicked from the first moment – even standing at the side of the road, wet and cold, with a tire iron in your hand. Somehow, I could sense the depth. I could tell there was more to see, more to discover. And as you know by now, I am all about discoveries and adventures.’
‘So now I’m an adventure?’
‘Life is an adventure, and you are part of my life. So let’s make an adventure together. It’s time to take things to another level.’
‘Another level? What does that mean?’
‘You’ll see. Come with me.’
Max leans forward, scoops his arms under her body and lifts her up. He stands and steps out of the bath, putting her down gently so that he can envelope her in a huge, white fluffy bath towel. He wraps himself in a towel, then he carries her gently into the bedroom and lays her on the four-poster bed. He dries himself quickly with his towel, then drops it to the floor. Leaning over the bed, he kisses Dominica on the lips, and caresses her with tiny kisses down her neck and chest to where the towel is wrapped around her breasts. He uses his teeth to unravel the towel, allowing her breasts to fall free. She gasps as he nibbles hungrily at her nipples, sending frissons of pleasure through her body. He slides the towel from underneath her, and uses it to dry her slowly, each touch more like a massage than anything else. Dominica lets herself go and revels in the glory of the moment. Soon he has toweled her from breasts to buttocks, and his naked body is lying next to hers.
‘Tell me what you sense now, Dominica,’ he whispers.
‘Damp skin against damp skin.’ She closes her eyes to concentrate on the stimulations around her. ‘The softness of the mattress, yielding against my touch. The scent of bath salts on our bare flesh, vibrant and mystical. The excitement and anticipation of what is to come.’
‘I sense all that, too,’ he replies. ‘But there’s more. I sense beauty combined with maturity, feminine softness together with the strength of a mother…a rich, complex and fascinating person with secrets to share.’
‘I have no secrets, Max. I’m happy to share everything with you. My life has always been an open book. You are welcome to explore it all, including the good, the bad and the ugly.’
‘I don’t see much in the way of bad or ugly from here. All I see is beauty and love.’
‘Ah…you haven’t met my ex-husband. He is bad and ugly enough for both of us.’
Max pulls closer, his voice becoming firmer now…more dictatorial.
‘Never look back, Dominica. Whatever happened between you and your ex-husband is history. What counts is the present and the future. He is out of your life now.’
‘You’ve never asked me about him. Is that why?’
‘Yes. I’m not interested in history. I am only interested in what we can enjoy now. In any case, I didn’t need to ask you about him. I have people who can find all the information I need.’
Dominica looked at him in astonishment. ‘You have people who looked into Darren? Without telling me?’
‘It’s OK. I have people who look into everything. That’s how I stay one step ahead of the game. It doesn’t mean anything.’
Dominica is not sure how she feels about this. Does she really want anyone taking such an intense and personal interest in her? Or should she just be grateful that he cares that much?
‘What did you find out?’ she asks.
‘That you are better off without him. I wouldn’t have got involved with you if I thought there was a reasonable chance the two of you would get back together. Of course, that is out of the question. I don’t believe in breaking up happy couples. But it’s clear that Darren would never make you happy.’
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nbsp; Dominica changed gears. ‘There is no way I would ever have him back. But are you saying you are involved with me?’
‘Absolutely…but I can think of ways I could get a little more involved.’
Dominica forgets all about Darren and the complications of her past as Max squeezes her to him. He enfolds her in his arms, and she feels her body preparing for the likelihood of making love. Now the dampness between her legs is not due to the bathwater, but to more natural causes. And she is not the only one who is ready to make love. She can feel Max bulging, his body eager to join in one with hers.
She lays back against the bed, expecting him to roll on top of her, his masculine weight over her in a delightfully sexual way. But instead, he says in a low and sexy growl:
‘Are you ready for a new sensation, Ginger…one that will take our lovemaking to a new level?’
Dominica giggles. ‘I guess so. What do you have in mind, exactly?’
‘Did you know that pleasure and pain are just two sides of the same coin?’
‘I…I don’t know what you mean….’
‘It’s all right, I’ll show you. And if there is anything you are uncomfortable with, we’ll stop right away. OK?’
‘I guess so…but I’m a little nervous.’
‘Trust me, Dominica…I think you will enjoy this.’
Dominica is not sure what to think. Should she trust this man…someone who was a total stranger just a few days before? What if he is not the person he seems to be, but something more sinister. She is conscious now that she is alone in his domain, a relatively weak and helpless naked woman in the castle of a strong and dominant male. He is used to people doing whatever he wants. How will he react if she tries to oppose him?
But then, she has no reason not to trust him. He has been nothing less than the perfect gentleman until now. Maybe she is just being paranoid and worrying about problems that don’t exist. She decides to wait and see, to enjoy the excitement of not knowing what is going to happen next. She is very conscious now of her nakedness, her slim body seeming tiny against the expanse of the extra-large bed.
Max takes her limbs in his hands, straightening them out one by one. There is no request here, she is clearly expected to obey his wishes. And why shouldn’t she? After all, he is the expert in pleasure and fulfillment. While she has spent her leisure hours vacuuming, polishing, and driving Jo to soccer matches, he has dedicated his time to exploring what is possible in the fields of excitement and adventure.
Dominica is not naïve. She has no doubt that other ladies have been spread-eagled on this bed before her, the willing subjects of Max’s indomitable spirit of exploration. That is OK. She is not selfish. It would not be fair for a man as gorgeous as Max to have given pleasure to only one woman in his life. She is intrigued to know what he has learned on his travel through life. What has he discovered about the stimulation of the female body? All the evidence so far suggests he has taken his studies very seriously.
If it was possible to do a degree in Screwing Women (Bachelor of Arts, Majoring in Clitoral Stimulation and Hard Fucking), he would no doubt have collected a first class honors degree. In fact, they would probably give him an honorary doctorate for services to the female population. However, it seems unlikely that even the most liberal of universities would confer such a degree. Pity, it would be much more useful than a degree in Liberal Arts, or Media Studies, or any of the other subjects that Jo and her friends study.
Dominica brings herself back to the moment. How did her mind wander down that crazy path? Never mind. Max is still here, stretching out her legs. It seems a little strange to be naked here under the candlelight. When she was a younger woman, she may not have felt self-conscious. She may even have reveled in her nakedness, and the admiring glances of a handsome man. But now with her 30th birthday well behind her, and a tummy that bears the evidence of giving birth to her beautiful daughter, she is not so confident. Ordinarily, she would reach for the protective cover of the sheets, shielding her nakedness from the glow of the candlelight. Yet with Max, that does not seem necessary. She feels that he enjoys looking at her exactly the way she is. There is no need to hide her imperfections, the marks of life that have made her the woman she is today. Instead, he seems to revel in them, enjoying the company of a woman who is as real as God made her – not some silicone-implanted parody of the female form.
Max reaches over to the cabinet at the side of the bed and picks up a candlestick. He brings the candle close to her face, close enough for her to feel its warmth, and to smell the tallow and burning wick.
‘What do you sense, Dominica?’ Once again he is interested, fascinated to know what she thinks.
‘I see a beautiful glow of many colors,’ she says. ‘Deep orange at the base of the flame, bright yellow in the center, and white at the top. I smell burning…but also something else, too. A scent…jasmine, maybe. Something exotic that reminds me of the Far East.’
‘What can you hear?’
She pauses. ‘If I listen carefully, I can hear the fizz of the wick burning.’
Max wipes his finger across the molten wax running down the side of the candle. He touches his finger to Dominica’s lips. ‘And what can you taste?’
‘Something waxy, warm, greasy.’
‘That’s four of your senses – sight, sound, taste and smell. Now what about touch? What can you feel?’
Dominica looks a little puzzled.
‘I can’t feel anything.’
‘We can soon fix that. Max slides down the bed a little until he is level with her tummy. Then he tips the candle gently, ever so gently, until a tiny bead of candlewax spills over from the flame and drops towards her stomach. Dominica flinches as she sees it. She cannot believe what Max is doing. Surely the wax is burning hot and will burn through her flesh…maybe she has made a terrible mistake after all…she needs to get away…
…and then the wax touches her skin. There is a momentary spark of pain, but somehow not a bad one. In fact, she feels something of a buzz – like a mini jolt of electricity running through her body.
‘Like I said,’ Max growls. ‘Pain is just the other side of pleasure. They are soul mates, partners. When you learn to control your instincts, a little pain can be the key to enormous enjoyment. It’s all about learning to manage those nerve endings – teaching them that the right stimulation at the right time is a wonderful thing. Are you ready for more?’
‘Yes, I think I am. I would never have believed it possible. If you told me a week ago that I would be doing this, I would have called 911 for assistance. Now it seems like the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Please, please…show me more.’
Dominica watches the flame of the candle, knowing that the red-hot heat of the flame is heating the wax that will stimulate her skin in just a few moments. A few moments later, she feels it – a white-hot spot of heat on her tummy that sends her into a convulsion of intense enjoyment.
Ooohhh…this is wicked. So wicked. Yet strangely, so much fun.
Several times more she feels the jolt of painful pleasure stimulating her body – once on each of her hips, then higher up towards her breasts. She is ready for more, but Max has other ideas. He replaces the candle on the cabinet and slides back onto the bed beside her. Now he is gently licking at the spots where the candle wax has touched her skin, soothing away the tension and bringing a delicious warmth to the spots where there was heat just a few moments before.
The sexual tension is unbearable. She feels ready.
‘I want you, Max…I want you now.’
She pulls his head against her chest, and he responds by taking her nipples in his mouth in turn, licking and sucking. The heat of the candle is now nothing compared with the heat between her legs. She wants to feel him inside her. But Max isn’t ready just yet – he wants to tease, to excite, to take her to the edge. The weight of his body presses down on hers, pushing her against the soft mattress. She can’t resist the feel of his maleness. At last, he is ready. Max s
lides over her, spreading her legs in preparation for penetration.
‘Dominica, you are so beautiful,’ he says. ‘I was so right about you. From the first moment we met, I imagined us doing this together.’
Before she can reply, he slides his body deep within hers, joining them together in a primal sexual union. He takes control, knowing exactly what he wants, exactly how he wants her to respond. She lies back, spreading her hips apart to allow him deeper penetration. His motion within her is restless, seeking more depth, more pleasure.
Slow at first, his motion increases gradually. Dominica feels that he is working hard to control himself, resisting the urge to explode inside her right now. He stops for a moment, slipping his body off hers and then rolling her over. She lies on her tummy, her face buried in the pillow, wondering what kind of stimulation will be hers next. She gets her answer when she feels a sharp stab of pain in the center of her back – another tiny drip of candlewax taking her by surprise. The intensity of rocking from pain to pleasure and back to pain again is wonderfully sensual.
And now it is back to pleasure. Max slides inside her from behind, keeping her legs together, his knees touching the bed on either side of her. The penetration is even deeper now than before. Max may be able to control his orgasms, but Dominica cannot. She glories in the moment as a wave of pleasure echoes through her body. This is it…this is real life – life lived on the edge and gloried to the full in every moment.
For a full hour, the pleasuring continues. Again and again, Max takes her to the edge and beyond, showing her new colors of sexual stimulation.
Oh, boy…if Maryanne knew about this, she would leave Herb in a heartbeat. A stable family life is a great thing...but it is nowhere near as good as being royally fucked by a man who knows how to take control.
Finally, they are both spent, and they crash back on the bed. Dominica is panting with exhaustion, yet she feels sated. Who knew that sex could be so exciting? It was like being a teenager all over again, enjoying the rush of new sexual experiences and pleasures. Max rolls over and puts his arm around her.
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