The Stir of Echo

by Susan Gabriel

She could almost come right now just thinking about him. If he had that much passion inside of him, just imagine what he'd be like making love! The thought stilled her hand. If they were going to have sex later, she didn't want to dull her passion. She wanted her body to be on fire for him.

  Echo rolled out of bed, blinking the lethargy from her eyes. A note, suspended from a piece of tape, fluttered on her computer screen. Echo crossed the room and sat down to read.

  "Good morning, sexy.

  I hope you slept well because you're going to need to be well rested. I want to tell you that I assume the responsibility for our misunderstanding yesterday. I should have set my expectations for you from the start.

  Although, I require your complete and total submission, I have no interest in running all the aspects of your daily life, unless you tell me that is what you want. However, if I tell you to dress a certain way, or wear a certain shade of lipstick, that is my prerogative and you will comply.

  I require your utter truthfulness and honesty. There will be no withholding of any requested information, period. That includes information about personal relationships between you and other people.

  Be advised, as your Master, I not only own you, but I own your relationships with others as well. I will not interfere in those relationships as long as they do not interfere with ours and I request, that for the time being, we keep our relationship private.

  We are going to be taking things up a notch, and I promise to keep you safe, no matter how deeply you may get lost in your submission.

  You are my friend, my lover and my most sacred possession.

  That being said, here are your instructions for the day: You may go about your normal business. I want you to eat a substantial breakfast because I fear that you do not always remember to eat and I do not want you to lose that round, luscious ass of yours.

  I want you to keep your contact with the outside world to a minimum. Instead, reflect on what you have learned in order to prepare yourself for what's to come.

  At precisely six o'clock, you are to stop whatever you are doing, shower once again; paying special attention to assure that the whole of your body smells sweet.

  Apply makeup and the perfume of your choice. Wear your hair in a free-flowing fashion; do not tie it up or pile it on top of your head.

  Dress yourself. I have already selected what you will be wearing. You will find it hanging on the door of your closet.

  At seven-thirty go to Barney Dillon's Pub. There has been a table reserved in your name. Order two pints."

  Ever,

  Flynn

  So there it was, all set in black and white, the parameters of his expectations made clear. Stretching across the bed, she read the note once more. It was exactly what she needed. No more guessing, and hopefully no more surprise enraged visits from Flynn.

  Now that she knew the good from the bad, Echo felt more confident that she wouldn't make the same error she had yesterday. She did not want to disappoint him ever again.

  She liked that she didn't have to make any decisions; he would make them all for her. It was almost like being a child again, where mommy and daddy took care of the big, bad world, and all she had to do was try her best to be a good ... well, and bad ... girl.

  * * * *

  Echo passed the day as Flynn had instructed. Several times when the house seemed especially quiet, voices had filtered in and out of her consciousness, but they were faint and garbled. She debated when it might be a good time to tell Flynn about her “gift". For the time being she didn't think it necessary to reveal her secret to him. The letter had said there would be no withholding of requested information. He didn't say anything about embarrassing dark secrets that he knew nothing of. Plus, she didn't want to spoil the fun that they were having.

  The clock crawled through the hours. As she went about her business, Echo imagined what Flynn might have in store for her. He said they were going to take it up a notch. Would tonight be the night he made love to her? He had kept her in a state of constant craving. She was fierce with curiosity regarding his lovemaking. Plus, his sizeable cock held the promise of a fuck that she would not soon forget. When he finally shared her bed, would she be able to hold back the feelings she had for him or would they come rushing out in the heat of passion?

  The nearer to six o'clock the hands crept, the more Echo's anticipation grew. By the instant the chimes rang six times, Echo was sliding off the edge of her seat and so sexually stirred up that she thought she might not last the next hour without “taking care of business.” But she didn't. She wanted to save every last drop of herself for Flynn.

  Echo applied her makeup. She wasn't one to wear layers of cosmetics. Her ivory skin was freckled, but clear and smooth. She lined her large green eyes with amethyst, which showcased them to perfection. Echo chose a neutral gloss for her lips, dabbing a touch of highlighter on the center of her bottom lip. It picked up the light, imparting a sexy pout to her mouth. Let's see if he can resist these gorgeous lips.

  From her arsenal of perfumes, she selected the sultriest scent, choosing to dab a bit between her legs as well as her neck and cleavage.

  Echo had made a point not to look into the closet until she was ready to dress. Now checking, she found that Flynn had decided on her aqua blue halter dress with the empire waist and flirty skirt that shimmied around her hips when she walked. Her slinky silver peep-toe pumps had been pulled from their box and now sat on the floor of the closet. There were no undergarments. Was she to assume that was how he wanted it? Erring on the side of caution she decided to only put on what he had laid out.

  Time was running short. Echo stepped into the dress, tied the halter around her neck, and slipped her feet into the pumps. Standing before the mirror, she checked herself from different angles. She knew that she turned heads. With her long legs, curvy form and thick curls, she had always attracted attention. She wasn't concerned what anyone else thought of her; tonight she only cared that Flynn found her irresistible.

  * * * *

  Echo strolled into the pub, an inviting spot, with old wood, worn brass, and antique wavy glass in the windows.

  The atmosphere was comfortably lively. It was still early as far as nightlife was concerned, and the pub had not yet gone into full swing. The bar was more than half full. A few diners were scattered about at tables and booths.

  As the waiter showed her to a cor ner booth Echo attracted attention. Men and women alike stopped what they were doing to admire the stunning redhead.

  Echo ordered two pints of Guinness and waited. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and the aroma from the kitchen caused her stomach to growl in protest.

  The waiter set the pints on the table, asking if she wanted to order. Echo declined, explaining that she was waiting for someone. Truthfully, she guessed that she was waiting for Flynn. She really didn't know what to expect.

  At precisely seven forty-five Flynn burst into the room. Shouts of hello rang out through the pub. Flynn waved and called greetings to some of the patrons while making his way to the table. He was about as handsome as Echo could stand. A tailored white, button down shirt fit him like a second skin. Black, flat front trousers, with creases so sharp they looked like they might do damage if he crossed his legs, ended with a perfect break over his leather loafers. A hint of a five o'clock shadow whiskered his face, imparting him with a roguish charm. Echo was envious. He was more beautiful than she.

  He slid into the booth and sidled up to Echo. He was in a jovial mood and smiling broadly.

  "Mmmm,” he hummed, kissing Echo on the neck. “You look banging hot."

  "So do you.” Echo put her hand on his muscled thigh. She couldn't keep her paws off of him when he was this close to her.

  Flynn picked up his pint and drained it in one draught, thumping the empty glass on the table. A bit of foam remained on his upper lip. Echo pointed at it.

  "You have some foam..."

  "Why don't you lick it off of me,” he suggested shrugging h
is eyebrows.

  Echo licked the pungent brew from his mouth with the tip of her tongue. From the corner of her eye she saw several people watching her. She decided to give them their money's worth, and brazenly sucked his upper lip into her mouth, licking the last traces of the Guinness from his skin. Embarrassed, the onlookers averted their gaze.

  The waiter stood by the table clearing his throat. “Are you ready to order?"

  Flynn pulled away from Echo's seductive mouth. “Lord, yes we are. I'm so hungry I could eat a baby's arse through the bars of a cot. Bring me another pint, better make that two pints ... and the lady will have the shepherd's pie and I would like the whiskey baked ham.

  "It'll be up in a few,” advised the server.

  Flynn turned his attention to Echo. “So, how was your day? Did you do everything you should've and nothing that you shouldn't?"

  "I did my best."

  "That's a good girl.” Flynn's fingers walked up Echo's thigh and under her dress.

  "So far, so good.” She replied coyly.

  His fingers inched further, grazing the soft strip of hair hidden beneath the folds of her dress. Echo uncrossed her legs, careful to not draw attention to their public display of affection.

  Two more pints appeared on the table. The waiter was giving Flynn a wide berth. He was trying to do his job and be as invisible as possible so as not to intrude on the lovers.

  Flynn's finger located her clit and was now teasing her to distraction. “Miss me?"

  Echo tried to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Damn, she felt like straddling him and riding his cock right there in the booth. She battled between maintaining her composure and surrendering to Flynn's seduction. She took a long pull on the tall glass, attempting to act nonchalant. “Mmmhmm,” was all she could manage to reply.

  Flynn nuzzled her face and pressed his mouth against her ear. “Hungry?"

  The tickle of his mouth on her ear shivered down her spine.

  "Ravenous,” she replied, clutching the spongy firmness of his testicles.

  The kitchen door swung open and the server headed their way with the steaming entrees. Flynn removed his hand from under Echo's dress. The waiter set the plates on the table. Flynn put his fingers near his nose and sniffed. “Smells delicious, I can't wait to dig in."

  The food smelled scrumptious and she was starving, but Echo couldn't help but resent the poor timing of it. She wanted to hurry through the meal so they could get back to more under-the-table play. She was practically crawling out of skin with sexual arousal. Despite her hunger, if she had the choice of filling her mouth with shepherd's pie or Flynn's tongue, his tongue was the hands down winner.

  "Bad boy” Flynn was most appealing. Echo loved how he thumbed his nose in the face of acceptable behavior. There was an element of danger beneath Flynn's surface; Echo had lear ned fir st hand that danger was a powerful aphrodisiac.

  Dinner was delightful. When Flynn said to eat, Echo ate, grateful to be filling the vacancy in her stomach. She spoke when she was spoken to, and she found it to be a welcome relief. It was a pleasant change to be entertained and not be the one who kept the conversation flowing. Flynn did most of the talking. He prattled on about a room in his house he had been doing some remodeling on. He talked about how crisp the weather had been that day. He told her that he had been missing her every minute, and how it helped him to know exactly what she was doing when he wasn't with her.

  The pub grew more raucous as the dinner crowd departed and the space filled with thirsty patrons. An Irish folk band took the stage with a rousing rendition of Bog Down in the Valley. Echo and Flynn sang along with the others, swaying their pints in time to the music.

  "O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o

  O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o"

  Several songs into the band's set, a chair was sent flying from somewhere in the far corner of the bar and a scuffle ensued.

  Trying to make his voice heard over the commotion, Flynn bellowed, “We best be on our way, looks as if there's about to be a Millie up."

  "A Millie what?” Echo shouted back.

  "A fight, a fight ... fisticuffs!” he replied over the din.

  Flynn paid the tab, leaving a more than generous tip.

  "Come on,” he urged ushering Echo towards the exit. “Let's move along."

  Echo searched her purse for the keys to her Mini Cooper.

  "Those won't be necessary. We're staying in town tonight. We can walk."

  Flynn held the pub door open, beckoning Echo into the crisp night air. The moon was waning and only a sliver remained suspended in the starry sky. Echo shivered, rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

  "Sorry,” he said, shielding her from the cold with his arm. “I made a balls of your clothing and neglected to give you a coat. Oh, well, we'll be there soon enough and warming our tits and toes by the fire."

  Echo didn't know where they were headed and had decided not to care. For now it was enough to know that he had a plan and it included her. She was along for the ride, wherever it might lead. Instead of questioning and fretting, she could relax totally in the moment and just enjoy the lively sounds of the street, the glittering lights in the sky, and the feel of their bodies moving in unison along the pavement. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly alive.

  True to his word, they only strolled a city block before Flynn guided her into the gleaming brass-trimmed doors of the historic Park Hotel. Echo loved fancy hotels—the imported linens, room service brought on silver-domed trays, and the plush complimentary terry robes that made her feel pampered and special.

  "Oh, this place is so extravagant!” She exclaimed bouncing up and down on her heels as Flynn led her toward the elevator.

  "Life is short kiddo, pay an extra dime and go first class is what I always say. I wasn't sure if you would like this or if you were more the B&B type. I hope I made the right choice."

  Like it? She loved it! It was fantastic. Echo rose on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You definitely made the right choice."

  The elevator doors opened, and they stepped into the mirrored interior. Flynn pressed the number fifteen button, the doors closed, cocooning them into the small space, and the elevator whirred towards its destination.

  Echo's curiosity was peeked. “What's all this about?” She probed.

  "You have been a very good girl today and you deserve something special.” Flynn promised. “Remember, good girls are rewarded and bad girls are punished."

  A reward? Echo was already as giddy as if she had won the lottery. She was having so much fun that she felt up to anything that he might have in store for her ... especially if included hot sex in a luxury hotel. She was hoping to be a good girl in a very bad way.

  Flynn positioned himself behind Echo, turning her to face the mirror. Her chilly nipples poked through the silk dress like two prize pearls. The elevator hummed towards its destination, vibrating beneath her feet. Flynn glided his hands along her waist and over her hips. The muscles of her abdomen tightened and jumped at his touch. She gazed into his eyes reflected in the mirror image as he walked his fingers down her thighs until he reached the hem of her dress. Curling his fingers over the fabric he gathered it inch by inch in his hands, raising it ever higher.

  Echo's eyes darted briefly to the long panel of elevator buttons. The number fifteen remained the single lit button. She prayed no one would call the elevator and interrupt their naughty party.

  As the elevator ascended, Musak filtered through a speaker and Flynn hummed along, his mouth so near to Echo's ear that the vibration of his humming rippled on her skin.

  "Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars."

  Echo observed in the mirror while Flynn kissed her neck and petted the downy strip between her legs. She was torn between wanting the elevator ride to go on forever and yearning for it to stop so she could race to their room, rip off her clothes and fuck him senseless.
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  His fingers didn't probe. He merely stroked and pressed the wet triangle between her legs, skimming his fingertips through the curly golden red hairs, an occasional finger lightly grazing her swelling clit. The slow, measured movements were maddeningly arousing. Her knees were weakening and she felt like sinking to the floor. She reached her arms backward, grasping Flynn's firm ass, pressing him closely to her. As she steadied her body against him, the rigid line of his cock nudged against the small of her back. Echo hoped it was a signal that tonight was the night that he would share his elusive manhood with her.

  The elevator jerked to a sudden stop. Flynn quickly smoothed her dress back into place. She was still holding him tightly against her as the doors parted. Flynn's reflection grinned at her as he shrugged his eyebrows suggestively.

  "This is our floor,” he announced, extricating himself from her hungry grasp. Leading her by the hand, they padded noiselessly down the carpeted hallway. Echo's heart fluttered more rapidly with each step as they approached room fifteen-o-four.

  The suite was lovely and well appointed in Beaux Arts fashion. Echo couldn't resist eyeing the large, comfortable bed. She had to admit, the man had class.

  "Do you have to go to the bathroom?” Flynn asked.

  "Oh, I thought you would never ask. Yes, I do."

  "Go on then. Take off your clothes while you're at it."

  Echo excused herself and stripped down in the bathroom, folding her dress neatly on the vanity stool and leaving her shoes in the corner. What did Flynn have planned for her tonight? Her hands were trembling slightly. She balled them up into tight fists, opening and closing them, trying to shake loose the tension.

  She dampened a washcloth, dabbing it along her neck.

  Control yourself. Let him do his thing. She reminded. Don't be so anxious to jump to the finish line ... just calm down and remember to do what you're told. He promised to take you places that you never imagined ... so just let him.

  Echo smoothed her hair and rinsed out her mouth. After eliminating several pints of ale, she wetted a washcloth and scrupulously cleaned her nether regions which were already juicy with anticipation. A fresh coat of lip gloss, a spritz of perfume, and Echo squared her shoulders, ready for the unknown.