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Lauren abandoned herself to his care and
John felt the pleasure of it all the way down to his cock. He would never
understand how people could enjoy quickies when there was so much pleasure to
be gotten if one took the time. Everything he did today had been planned in
advance. Everything but Lauren’s gifts of her orgasms.

He’d suspected she could experience
multiple orgasms when she came without pressure to her clit. This confirmation
of his hope only served to prove his point—taking time beforehand moved the
experience of sex out of the realm of the mundane.

Stepping back, he grinned at her as he
removed his hand from between her legs. Holding up his fingers, he showed her.
“Look, you’re so wet they’re wrinkled.” A small towel lay amid the toys on the
dresser behind him and he used it to dry them.

She laughed again, still floating on her
orgasmic high. “Is this what it means to be fucked silly?”

“This is just a taste of what it means to
be fucked silly, my dear.” He ran his nails down along her bound breasts and
she gasped.

“Did you just come again?”

She dissolved into giggles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Shaking his
head, he put his thumbs on her nipples and pushed, pulling the ropes forward as
he did so. Of course, this put pressure of a different sort on her breasts and
she uttered a breathy, “Oh God.”

“That’s four. Shall we try for a few more?”

“Not…possible,” she gasped.

“Is that a challenge?” He massaged her
breasts to gauge her reaction.

“No strength left.”

He promptly dropped to his knees and blew
gently over her wet pussy. Above him, she cried out. Parting her nether lips,
he reached up to pinch her clit. Her juices made it slippery, however, and he
found it difficult to catch.

That didn’t seem to matter as her pussy
gave forth another spurt of beautiful cream. Lauren giggled and sobbed at the
same time. “Oh John…no more. Pity!”

He stood. “I count six. I think you like
being tied up more than you let on before.”

For answer, she gave him a dry look and a snort.
He laughed out loud. “Let’s get you out of this tie, shall we?”

He undid the knots that held her leg off
the floor then let her down off the hook. She stood, patiently watching as he
wrapped and put away each rope then came back for the next. In less time than
it took to get her into them, she stood naked before him once more. Only the
ankle cuffs remained in place. When John knelt to remove those as well, Lauren
finally spoke up.

“Do you have to?”

John paused and considered. He looked up at
her and finally said, “For now.”

She nodded.

Once even those were gone, John led her to
the bed, tossing pillows to her and unfolding the summer comforter. “Climb in,”
he instructed. “Under the covers.” He put on his stern look and she obeyed.

“Okay.”

John removed his shirt, taking a moment to
hang it on a hanger at the back of his bedroom door. When he kicked off his
shoes, Lauren realized he wore no socks. Next came the pants and she sort of
wished she were undressing him. That could be sexy as well. She was glad he was
a boxer-briefs man. Traditional boxers did nothing to show off a man’s sexy
ass.

And then the briefs were gone and she got
only a glimpse of the wonderful cock she remembered before he slid under the
cover beside her, pulling her close.

“Oh yeah. I like this too,” she murmured.

“I thought you might. I’ve been pretty hard
on you today.”

“Yeah, but what a payoff. Hot damn, but
that was amazing.” She propped herself up on one elbow to see him better. “And
after already having come once? Totally unexpected.”

“Have you come multiple times before?” He
hiked himself onto an elbow as well and she blushed.

“Only at my own hand. But even then, not
more than twice. Well, there was one time when I managed three, but only that
once.”

“And now you’ve experienced six.”

She grinned. “Yeah.”

“So tell me what you think of all this
now.”

Lauren lay back down, one hand under her
head, the other draped over her stomach as she searched for the words. “In the
short form, I think I could really learn to love this. Nah, I already love it.”

“Good to hear. And in the long form?” John
brushed a hair that had escaped her ponytail from her face. Lauren sat up a
little and pulled the elastic band out entirely to drop it on the floor. She
shook her head to free her hair and lay back down, both arms now crossed and
resting on her belly.

“In the long form, I’m not sure.” She
looked over at him. “What are you expecting of me…in the long form?”

“You mean on the Master/slave continuum.”

She nodded, her heart suddenly in her
throat.

He didn’t meet her gaze, instead looking at
his hand where he combed his fingers through her now-loose hair. “Personally, I
don’t think you’re slave material.”

She swallowed hard. “Are you looking for
slave material?”

He shook his head and looked her in the
eye. “Not really. Maybe someday. But it isn’t a deal breaker for me.”

“So having someone like my friend Sarah,
who’s a total, twenty-four/seven slave to her husband, who allows him to make
nearly every decision concerning every aspect of their lives—that’s not what
you’re looking for?” Under the light comforter, she twisted her fingers
together, unsure whether she felt relief or regret.

“It might be. Someday. It isn’t necessary
right now.” He paused and sat up, pulling her up to face him. “Lauren, you are
a woman I want to spend time with. Do I need a sub for a partner? Yes. I need
someone who not only is willing, but who wants to let me lead, not in all
things, but in many. Are you that sub? I think you might be.”

He took her hands and stilled their
fidgeting. “I planted a seed in you to see if it would take root. Not only did
it sprout, the seed’s grown into a beautiful plant that I just saw blossom. You
gave over your freedom, your choices, your entire body for me to guide and
maneuver for our mutual pleasure. What am I expecting of you? Only that.”

“You make it sound so simple.” She smiled.

“It is simple. We’re two people who like
each other very much and are learning more about ourselves as a couple.”

Lauren’s smile deepened then she remembered
something he’d said earlier. “And when you said I wasn’t slave material, what
did you mean?”

“Only that you’re a strong woman in your
own right. I can’t see you giving up that authority twenty-four/seven. You
value your autonomy and that’s as it should be.” He bent forward and gave her a
small kiss. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll find our spot. Your friend Sarah and
her husband might like it at the far end but we might not want to go so far.” A
sudden thought occurred to him. “Hey, this Sarah, her husband’s name isn’t Phillip,
by any chance?”

Lauren looked surprised. “Yeah, it is. How
did you know that?” She shook her head. “The newspapers. I forgot. Their story
was everywhere. Beth sent copies to me overseas. That was a terrible thing they
went through.”

“Yes, it was, but that’s not how I knew.”
At her raised eyebrows, he explained. “Phillip Townshend, Will Bondman and I
have been friends since college. Will was my roommate for two years. When we
got a suite my junior year, Phillip joined in.”

“Are you telling me you know Sarah’s
husband? Are good friends with him?”

“Better than good friends. He was my mentor
as a Dom.” John grinned. “And Will is constantly giving me pointers.” A thought
occurred to him. “How do you know Sarah?”

“Best friends since high school. Sarah,
Beth, me. Inseparable for four years. Well, Beth since kindergarten, Sarah
since high school.”

“You weren’t at Sarah and Phillip’s
wedding.”

“I was overseas fighting a war, remember?”

He nodded. “And I was just back two weeks.”

A strong breeze blew in the window. The
breeze turned into a wind that rattled a chain somewhere in the room and they
both grinned.

“It’s supposed to kick up into a doozy of a
storm,” Lauren informed him.

“I battened down the hatches earlier.” The
room darkened as the sun went behind the clouds. “Your car windows up?”

“They are.”

John took her in his arms and lay back on
the bed. “Then we have nothing to get up for, do we?” His lips pulled on her
earlobe and Lauren let her body relax.

“Nothing to get up for at all,” she agreed.

Chapter Twelve

Lauren drifted inside a very pleasant
dream. She lay on a sunlit beach, half buried in the sand. Waves lapped at her
back but she felt no sense of danger. Instead she felt warm, cocooned, safe.
Sighing, she nestled deeper into the softness of the pillow.

Pillow? Wait. Where did the sand go?

Opening her eyes, her gaze fell on a
wonderful sight. John lay on his side beside her, his beautiful blue eyes
watching her as she slept. His hand caressed her back and she sighed again,
giving him a lazy smile.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” She frowned. That didn’t sound
right. Her nose wrinkled as she realized what she’d done. “I fell asleep! We
were talking and then you were kissing me and I felt so wonderful—and I fell
asleep. How terrible!”

John chuckled. “I would’ve been surprised
if you hadn’t. I put you through quite a bit there.”

“You’re not mad? I mean…”

“Why should I be angry at something that
gave me time to watch you unguarded?” He moved his hand when she stretched and
rolled onto her side. “Besides, it’s not really morning. You only napped for
about twenty minutes.” He checked the clock. Nearly five in the afternoon.

“Well, I guess I don’t feel so bad then.”
In truth, his words made her feel warm inside again. He liked watching her, he
liked playing with her, he liked talking with her and he hadn’t run away after
her panic attack. John was dangerously close to being a serious boyfriend.

“How are you feeling? Physically?”

Lauren stretched again, then ran her hands
over her breasts, her stomach and her hips. “Everything seems to work just
fine.”

“Think you’re ready for another round?”

She cocked her head at him. “You really
think you’re going to get any more orgasms out of this body today?”

“What say we find out?”

Laughing, she threw off the comforter and
sat up. “I’m yours to command.”

He stood and gestured to her. “Then stand.”

Even as she did so she got that little
shiver of excitement tinged with fear again. Was that because all this bondage
stuff was still a novelty? Or because the very nature of what they did held an
element of danger? Whatever the reason, the tingle felt good and she wanted to
do this over and over again.

He stood in front of her and suddenly she
felt very small. Her head barely reached the top of his shoulders, which were
nearly twice as broad as her own. She’d felt the strength in the corded muscles
of his arms and knew he could crush her without even working up a sweat.
Tipping her head back, she gazed up at him and smiled her trust.

“Kneel before me.”

An order one might give a slave. Or a
submissive. Or a woman trying to find her way between them.

Slowly she sank to her knees. Her forehead
came to cock-level and she suppressed a smile. He did have a gorgeous cock.
Thick as her wrist and long enough to capture her attention. At some point in
his life he’d been circumcised, so the tip shone clear and open to her. Last
time he’d tied her hands so by default, there’d been a “look but don’t touch”
rule in effect. Now, however, she wasn’t bound at all. No cuffs, no ropes, no
gag. Just her.

And just him. “Explore with your tongue
only,” he instructed her.

The smile she had suppressed a moment ago
now played at the corners of her mouth. She already knelt up as far as she
could to reach his semi-erect cock. From this position she could easily touch the
tip with her tongue, although, as she got him hard, that would become a
problem. Stretching her tongue out, she took a tentative lick, much as one
might make a quick lick of a postage stamp.

Not bad. She took a long lick up the side
of his shaft as far as she could reach. Definitely not bad. He tasted of salt
and musk. With a small bob of her head, she got herself to the underside and
gave him a long, lingering lick from near the base of his cock to the tip.

Her reward came in two parts. First came
the strangled noise he tried to cover as a cough followed quickly by the rising
of his cock to full erection.

Of course, now he was harder to reach. But
then, he’d said “explore” so she leaned in to lick the bottom of sac that
dangled tantalizingly close to her face. She wanted to open her mouth and suck
in each testicle, yet he’d also said to use only her tongue. Like giving him a
cat-bath, she decided, and shortened the length while increasing the frequency
of the licks.