Vulnerable (11 page)
Elise wriggled closer and laid her head on his shoulder. “Whoever he is, he’ll be sorry. Don’t be so hard on Emily, Ross. I think bad things have happened to her to make her that way. Now finish your beer, and either feed me, or take me home, and we can eat there. I have to teach tomorrow.”
The next several months seemed to fly by. Elise found herself spending more and more time at Ross’s apartment, and her clothes seemed to be filling his closet, usurping his space, and he made no complaint. That amazing bathroom of his was a big draw, because the two of them totally overcrowded her much smaller one, and Ross kept bruising his elbows. The bidet was another nice bonus, because with the amount of sex they were having, well, she would be living in the shower. Because of her sterility, and the fact that both were free of disease, there was no need for condoms, and the sex felt amazing for both of them.
It wasn’t all about sex. They discovered a mutual interest in bowling of all things, something none of their other friends liked, and joined a mixed league with a couple of students from her school, ones she had taught previously. Elise wasn’t competitive, but Ross was, and she worked hard at the game so as not to let him down, and was pleased to see her average increase each week. He came to the soup kitchen with her, too, once a month as he had promised, and it made her feel wanted and possessed when he got all macho around George, who made an effort every time to chat her up. There were some differences of opinion over the television shows and some movies, too, but that just made her feel their relationship was much like other couples, except for the dominance in the bedroom part.
Ross accepted her friends, too, even if she didn’t see them as much anymore because the bulk of her free time was spent with him. He had been true to his word about Emily, introducing her to a house Dom at Club Pleasure. Master Jordan had apparently lusted after another Dom’s sub and had not been managing the rejection very well. He had taken Emily on as a favor to Ross, and Emily was becoming a more likeable person every day, her bratty side toned down and her self-absorption less apparent. Elise was very curious about that relationship but would wait for Em to share with her if and when she wanted to.
Ross introduced her to some of his friends from the Club, and while it was clear the men were very dominant and their wives and girlfriends probably submissive, Elise was in no way uncomfortable. Elise actually considered the member room they used to play in their own special place and was fascinated with the other areas. She hoped to get to know Ross’s friends better over time. In fact, she met one couple who intrigued her, probably because she accidentally overheard their conversation during one of their frequent visits.
She had been coming back from the restroom when she heard it and froze in her tracks. Directly to her right, inside of one of the member rooms, was one of the couples she had met over drinks.
“Graham, I swear that if you don’t quit looking at me like that I’ll crown you! I’m freaking well nearly seven months pregnant, and you are not making me strip here so that you can tie me down and torment me!”
The little dark-haired woman, Elise remembered her being introduced as Kennedy Alexander, was standing nose to chest with a large, blocky man, hands on her hips, the large, unwieldy bulge of her belly so very prominent on her little frame. She was clearly indignant, and the couple was engrossed in one another, oblivious to Elise’s proximity.
The big man rumbled, “Sweetheart, you make me hot no matter what. C’mon, we’re at the Club, and this is our old room, and we never get to play like we did ’cause Nathan won’t stay out of our bedroom! Please, Kennedy.”
Before Elise’s amazed eyes, the big man, Graham, dropped to his knees and snuffled against his wife’s belly. Her hands dropped to his head and loosened the leather tie that held his rather long blond hair at the nape of his neck. Kennedy ran her fingers through the strands, and Elise saw her eyes close and her body relax. Without stopping to consider her actions, Elise quietly stepped inside the room and reached for the door handle. The other woman’s eyes flew open and met hers in surprise, and then she smiled, a warm, Madonna-like smile, and Elise carefully pulled the door shut. She made her way back to where Ross sat with Emily and Jordan, house Dom extraordinaire to hear Em tell it, and took her seat. Ross looked at her searchingly, and she gave him a smile full of implication, loving the way his eyes sparked with the crystalline light that signified arousal. She was never letting him cut his hair so short that he couldn’t tie it back. That little scene between the Alexanders would forever resonate for her even if her belly wouldn’t be fruitful.
The one evening when they were called back to the Club to bear witness to a collaring of a sweet little wisp of a woman by one of the house Doms both titillated Elise and made her heart swell. They went to a playroom Ross had called the soft dungeon. The huge man had tied his intended to the cross Ross alluded to and had used an actual whip on her with amazing grace and dexterity. Her skin turned pink all over, but no welts had risen. He had then taken her sexually, in front of everyone present, and the sensations must have been overwhelming, because her cries of ecstasy had affected them all, to judge by the sudden clearing of the room. Ross had dragged her into their member bedroom and made love to her with an intensity that surprised them both. Elise secretly wondered if
she
could submit so publically and if Ross would ever want to claim her that way. They often played, and she had learned to accept and crave restraints, but no one else was ever present.
She liked the spanking bench the best, being restrained and spread for Ross’s pleasure. He would heat her buttocks with the flat of his big hand while she tried to manage the sensation of her clit being tormented by a butterfly. If she came without permission, he would fuck her ass, turning the butterfly up in intensity, something that threw her into orgasm after orgasm until she slipped into darkness. Otherwise he would take her pussy and ride the more gentle climaxes until he too succumbed. Elise loved it all.
Ross bought her things, mostly clothing, but other interesting little items, like a perfect owl carved out of quartz. He said it reminded him of how she looked when she listened to someone, all intent and focused. She had balked at accepting the white gold watch with the diamonds, and he had put it inside the little safe for her to wear when they went out for dinner to somewhere special. She found herself doing little things around his apartment just as she neglected her own. Ross approved of the new throw pillows that softened the look of his leather couch, and they chose a new area rug to tie the look together. He liked the feel of the five-hundred-count percale sheets as much as she did and didn’t blink when she added a few small floral prints to the foyer. She knew they were building a home together, and she liked the feeling, even as she was cautious. Neither had said anything about love, and Elise was comfortable with that fact. Neither of them was ready, she thought.
His command of sex toys and knowledge of her sexuality continued to both amaze and thrill her. On one memorable night, Ross had tied her to his bed after raising her hips on a thick pillow. Like the spanking bench, the restraint had truly taken away her choice, and she could only accept what he gave her. She had watched him take a huge, ribbed dildo from its protective wrapping and leave the room with it. The sound of running water told her he was ensuring it was sanitary, and when he returned to lube it extensively, her pussy had literally wept with his intent. Ross had teased it along her folds, rubbing it up and down, circling her opening and bumping her clit before shoving it inside and the fullness took her breath. She breathed through the sensation, only to pant again when he lubed up an anal wand and pressed it inside inch by inch before turning it on to let it pulse deep inside of her. When he fitted the butterfly at the apex of her sex, right over her clit, Elise began to beg in anticipation. He tormented her nipples with little sucks and pinches, never giving her time to adjust, the wand making her back passage ripple and her pussy clench against the thickness of the fake cock while her clit was bombarded by the butterfly vibe. She rattled the restraints and strained for orgasm, her head flailing on the pillow, her body overwhelmed as she pleaded with Ross to give her what she needed. He talked to her in filthy, specific words, telling her how he was going to ream her ass later, praising her body and her response, and it ramped her up even higher. When Ross turned the butterfly up a notch, Elise literally screamed out with the climax that built and rolled across her senses like a freight train. He pulled off the little vibe and allowed her to ride it out and enjoy the afterglow before turning her onto her belly and drawing her up to her knees. She had felt like a rag doll and was helpless against the positioning, although she tried to cooperate, to share her bliss with him. The soft cap of his cock replaced the anal wand, pushing past the restriction of her sphincter, going deep, deep inside. The dildo left him precious little room and she felt stuffed, stretched, and then something familiar began to build at a distance. She tried to squirm away, not believing she could do it again, but was held fast by Ross’s weight and hold as he reamed her just as he had promised. The slight pain was overshadowed with blinding shards of pleasure, and she moaned, her throat raw beyond belief. Ross slipped a hand around her hip and feathered a calloused finger across her exposed clit. Elise felt her whole body shudder and her brain sizzle with light before the dark swallowed her up, like a toad licking a fly into its belly. When she next woke, Ross was lowering her into a warm bath, his features softened and sated. He had given her everything sexual she could have possibly taken that night, and Elise had tucked that memory away in the scrapbook in her head to join some of the others.
It wasn’t all sweetness and light. Ross purchased a new, updated cell phone for her and programmed it. He put a charger in her car and had one at his place and one at hers. Despite his planning, she forgot to charge the phone one day, although hadn’t realized it, and everything apparently went wrong after that. She stopped at the mall at the end of the work week to pick up a pair of shoes she had left to be repaired, although Ross would have done it for her, if she had asked. There had been precious few parking spaces available, which meant a long walk in the rain to the entrance and then a long line up at the repair shop counter, only to find that her shoes weren’t yet ready! She then had run into someone who came from one town over from her hometown, and she’d had to make polite small talk until the questions became prurient, stirring up bad memories. It had been difficult to extricate herself, and by that time, her mood was soured and it was quite late. To add insult to injury, she had locked her keys in the car, and standing outside in the still-driving rain, looking in at the offending objects dangling from the ignition had been the final straw. Mall security called a tow truck to unlock the vehicle, but it took time. It somehow never crossed Elise’s mind to call Ross, and of course his repeated calls to her had failed because her phone was dead.
He had been on her the moment she walked inside, nearly four hours later than usual, and once assured she was physically okay, delivered another spanking, this one with a wooden ruler. It had been a good thing that Elise had the weekend to recover, because she couldn’t sit comfortably until Monday. Ross had been wild with worry, and once he had administered her punishment, had fucked her from behind, driving her nearly flattened form across the new area rug, the nap chafing her nipples and knees, before pulling her back up against him by her hair. Her heated buttocks had been prickled by his pubes, and his heart had thundered against her shoulder, but neither distracted her from his quiet, dark words.
“You will not worry me again, Elise.” He punctuated his edict by shafting impossibly deep within her and pinching her throbbing clit at the same time. His burning ejaculate helped to push her over as she gasped out her promise. Ross had lowered her to her belly before pulling out, allowing her to get her breath. He had bathed her then, still without comment, and she had stood quietly under his now gentle attentions before tentatively touching her lips to his shoulder. Ross had accepted her apology and taken her out to the kitchen, wrapped up in her robe, where a meal sat in the oven, keeping warm. Elise had cried more tears at the mute reproach, and he wiped her face and fed her tiny morsels interspersed with sips of wine. They had spent the remainder of the weekend at home, in his apartment, and Elise had plenty of time to reflect on her discourtesy and thoughtlessness.
“I think we should make the trip so I can meet your parents.”
Elise looked up from her the papers she was marking and slipped off her reading glasses. Ross was watching her with the look he got when he was going to ask her to do something she wouldn’t find particularly appealing. Like being waxed, although he had shaved her pussy lips after that experience, and the intimate grooming felt marvelous. He had scratched his chest for days as the hair began to grow in and took his revenge by rubbing against her at every opportunity, the bristly growth chafing and stimulating her nipples. She had to pinch him to make him back off, and that usually led to a session of some sort in the bedroom. Or in the shower, or the kitchen, or here. The only place they hadn’t done it in was the foyer, and Elise suspected Ross was saving that for something special. She hadn’t missed the hook in the ceiling that seemed oddly placed for something like a hanging plant, or the abundance of mirrors that adorned either wall.
“My mom is coming here in a couple of weeks,” she offered, trying not to get lost in her sexual thoughts. It occurred to her that she was insatiable, a woman in her sexual prime and blessed with a man with such dominant needs.