Wilson's Hard Lesson (45 page)

Jess got back to the house at three with the kids.

“Let’s do a little quiet time. You both should take a nap.”

Actually, Jess wanted to nap herself. Running around with a
three-year-old and five-year-old was exhausting.

The kids went into their bedrooms and lay down. Jess went
into the den and set her phone alarm for 4:30. She needed to be up in time to
start prepping dinner tonight. She left the door open so she could hear Denver
and Jasmine in case they got up.

The pillowcases on the futon reminded her of her sister.
There was some combination of laundry detergent, fabric softener and Oxy Clean
that her sister had used since she left for college. The smell always reminded
Jess of Maggie. She texted Maggie:

 How was the flight? All’s good here. Kids are napping.

There was no immediate response. Jess was not surprised.
Maggie had a cross-country flight today, and then had to get settled into the
hotel before a business dinner. It would be six in Florida, so Maggie was
probably getting ready for dinner.

Jess closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. The
light of the late afternoon sun coming through the gauzy blinds in the den
warmed the sheets and released Paul’s smell that had settled in the room from
his years of working in here.

Jess let her mind wander. Her eyes closed she found herself
absentmindedly thinking that Paul would come home early. He would see her
sleeping there and wander into the den. He would lay down behind her and wrap
his arms around her. She sighed and settled deeper into the pillows. She could
feel Paul’s imaginary hands resting on her waist. They worked their way under
her thin blouse and she pictured them drifting from her side onto her soft
stomach. The breeze felt like his breath on the back of her neck, warm and
soft. His hands would slowly run up her torso and onto her breasts.

Jess’s eyes shot open. What the hell was she thinking? This
was her sister’s husband. This was the man her sister had two kids with. This
was a man who had never shown her any romantic intent, never accidently touched
her, never strayed too long with a hug. Why was she lying there in his house
picturing him touching her!

She pulled her laptop onto the futon and pulled up Netflix.
She started to stream an old sitcom just to take her mind to something more
appropriate. She watched for a few minutes and began to drift off to sleep.

Her alarm went off at 4:30.
Thank god, no weird dreams about
Paul
, was her waking thought. She shut her laptop and sat up. She got up,
went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of iced tea. The kids were still
asleep so she would have a few minutes to herself before prepping dinner.

* * * * *

After dishes were done, Jess made the nightly coffee. She
poured Paul his cup, solid mug and cream, and took it to him in the living
room. The kids were sitting on the floor engrossed in some cartoon she did not
recognize. She set Paul’s coffee next to him on the end table,

“Here you go,” and let her hand trail over his shoulders as
she turned back to the kitchen.

She made herself a cup of coffee and then sat on the couch
next to Paul. He was reading some nonfiction work that she had never heard of.
The title was something like,
Playing Well with Others
. Jess assumed it
was about management techniques but the image on the front didn’t make sense
for that. She dismissed it and watched the cartoon with the kids.

When the episode finished, Jess said,

“Ok Denver, bath night!” and got up to run the bath. Denver
padded into the bathroom carrying a plastic whale.

“So is this your bath buddy tonight?” Jess asked. Denver
nodded and smiled broadly.

Jess undressed him and helped him into the tub. As she
washed his hair, she began to sing, “The itsy bitsy spider went up the
waterspout….”

“No!” Denver shouted. “Sing the fishy song!” His little
fists hit the water and splashed Jess.

“I don’t know the fishy song. Can you teach me?”

“I do.” Paul said.

Jess whipped around and saw Paul standing in the bathroom
door.  He had been watching her bathe Denver. Jess blushed and turned away.

“Here little fishy fishy, swimming in the water. Where my
dear are your sons and your daughters?” Paul sang in a soft tenor.

“Yay!!” Denver splashed gently and smiled. “Sing Daddy,
Sing!”

Paul continued the song while Jess bathed Denver. She did
not know the fishy song and hadn’t heard Maggie sing it before. She took Denver
out of the bath, toweled him off and put on his Tigger pajamas. She helped him
brush his teeth then put him to bed.

Once she got Jasmine settled in for the night she picked up
the mugs from the living room and put them in the dishwasher. She got herself a
glass of water and sat on the couch. Paul was reading again.

“Mind if I watch a little TV?” Jess asked.

“Not at all,” Paul said.

Jess began flipping through the channels looking for
something to watch.

“I can teach you the fishy song,” Paul offered. Denver loves
it sung to him at bath time.”

Jess smiled. “Sure, that would be great.”

She turned off the television and Paul put down his book.
Paul sang the first verse of the song. It had a simple tune. Jess listened. She
found herself getting drawn in by Paul’s voice.

“You try,” he said.

Jess was embarrassed. She hated her singing voice. “Nah, I
hate the way I sound.”

Paul looked at her and said, “Sing it. It is the best way to
learn.”

There was something in the way he told her to sing that made
Jess tingle and she knew she couldn’t refuse. Very quietly she sang,

“Here little fishy fishy swimming in the water.” She looked
at Paul’s face for approval. “Go on,” he directed.

“Where my dear are your sons and daughters?” Jess continued.

She searched Paul’s face for approval. He sat there
listening but not giving open praise. Her desire to please him and win a “good
girl” compelled her to keep singing. She finished the song and smiled.

“Good. Now you can sing it to Denver tomorrow night,” Paul
said.

“Thanks,” Jess replied, a little crestfallen at the lack of
praise for her singing.

Paul turned back to his book and Jess flipped on the
television. She really didn’t care what was on now. She just wanted to be able
to sit next to Paul while she tried to figure out what she could do to please
him. She settled on a random crime drama. Her eyes moved from the screen to
Paul and back to the television. She willed him to move his left hand from the
book to her thigh and just rest it there. She didn’t want anything more than
just to feel his warm palm resting on her leg.

When the show’s credits began to roll, she realized she had
been secretly willing Paul to rest his hand on her thigh for forty-five
minutes. She was tense just waiting for him to notice her and touch her. Her
heart rate was elevated and she felt anxious.

Jess turned off the television and went to the den. She
pulled on a loose tank top and a pair of boy shorts that exposed the bottom of
her ass cheeks. She walked back through the living room to the kitchen and
poured herself a glass of water from the fridge. She stood with her back to the
living room and sipped the water, hoping Paul would notice her.

She finished her glass, disappointed that nothing had come
of her subtle flirtation. She began to walk back to the den.

“You want me, don’t you?” Paul said softly as she crossed
the living room.

Jess stopped and stared at Paul’s feet. Hearing this aloud
made her fantasy concrete. Yes, she did want him. But she did not want to
betray her sister. She couldn’t find the words to say, “Yes,” because that
would solidify that she was hitting on her sister’s husband. She raised her
eyes to meet his.

“Maggie and I have an agreement. I do what I want. But, I
agreed to take her needs and desires into consideration before I do something.
I could take you, but that would hurt Maggie. I don’t want drama in my house.”
Paul said.

Jess nodded and turned to go to the den.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t negotiation something.” Paul
continued.

Jess turned back. She didn’t know what he meant by this. She
furrowed her brow and gently pierced her lips and looked at Paul.

“Normally I tell Maggie if I am going to sleep with another
woman. I want her feedback. If you and I play together, you cannot tell her.
Ever. It would hurt her too much. She would eventually come to accept that I
made my decision and it is within our rules, but I do not want to make her do
that. Can you promise me that you will never mention anything to anyone?”

Jess felt her heart pounding. She could have what she wanted
but it would require a lifetime of lying to her sister and her husband. She
thought for a minute and as much as she hated the idea of hurting both of them,
but the idea of Paul’s hands on her was too much to turn down.

“Yes,” she said and returned her gaze to the floor.

“Good. Then tomorrow I will drop off Jasmine and Denver with
my mom for the night. I will be back at 6:30. I want you showered, fully
shaved, no make-up, and your hair in a twist. Wear that long skirt you wore
yesterday and a black loose fitting top. Be ready and sitting on the couch when
I return.” Paul delivered his precise instructions.

“Now go to bed.”

Jess walked back to the den. She closed the door and stood
there, unsure of what to do with herself. She had hoped that her flirtation
tonight would have ended with Paul taking her to the bedroom and they would
fall into bliss. Instead, she had a to-do list for tomorrow and was unclear if
she and Paul would actually sleep together. She hoped they would. Her hard
nipples and wet lips told her that her body craved this but it was odd he had
not simply taken her tonight.

She got into bed and turned on the computer. Her brain was
raced through different scenarios and concentrating on a movie was too much.
She put on an old romantic comedy she had seen seven times and began to doze
off.

Paul returned from work at 5:30 p.m. the next evening. Jess
was playing Candyland with the kids.

 “Are they ready to go?” Paul asked as he entered the
kitchen from the garage.

“Yep. Their backpacks are packed and they are ready to see
grandma.” Jess said.

“Good. Grab your backpacks guys and let’s go! Jess, I will
see you in an hour.” Paul ushered his kids out the door and closed it behind
him.

Jess found herself breathless with the acknowledgement of
the looming deadline. She began to prepare for the night. She turned on the
shower, stripped down and looked at herself in the mirror as it slowly fogged
over.
Am I really going to do this
”, she asked herself.
Can I really
do this to Maggie? And Rick
? The thought was almost immediately replaced
with an image of Paul walking in behind her and touching her breasts.

She stepped into the hot shower. She dutifully shaved. She
washed her hair and exfoliated herself with the vanilla body wash she brought.
She paid special attention to the parts she hoped Paul would be most interested
in tonight. She toweled off and put her hair up in a twist.

She picked up her clothes and went back to the den. The
clock said 6:10. Twenty minutes and counting. She pulled on a black thong and a
matching bra. They were nothing special, simple black spandex/nylon numbers but
it was the sexiest thing she had brought with her. She slipped into the skirt
Paul had specified. The brush of the tank top on her skin gave her Goosebumps.

Ten minutes until Paul returned. She went to the living room
and sat on the couch. She could hear the clock in the kitchen:
tick, tick,
tick
. She adjusted herself.
Cross-legged? No, they should be uncrossed
and my feet on the floor. Tick, tick, tick. No, Indian-style, that will work.
Tick, tick, tick.

She heard the garage door open. Feet on the floor crossed at
the ankle was the final position she opted for, as she heard Paul close the
garage door in the kitchen.

He set the keys on the table. She heard him take off his
suit jacket and loosen his tie in the kitchen. Jess though her hearing must be
heightened because she could hear every move Paul made. He walked into the
living room.

“Good. I see you followed my instructions.” Jess nodded and
smiled.

“We need to set some ground rules.” Paul said as he sat in
the recliner across from Jess.

“Of course.” Jess said quietly.

“First, when we play you call me Sir. Do not do that outside
of our time like this, but when we begin something, you are to call me Sir, and
Sir only.” Paul instructed.

Jess nodded.

“Second, I need you to be safe. When we are together, if at
any time, for any reason, you are too uncomfortable to continue, I want you to
say the word “red.” You can say this is something is too physically painful, if
I trigger some emotion you need to deal with or any other reason. But when you
say red, we stop everything. Understood?”

Jess nodded.

“Say red for me.” Paul instructed.

“Red.”

“Good. Now I need you to think about what you like, what you
don’t like, what you want and what you don’t want. I will give you a minute
then ask you some questions.” Paul continued.

Jess sat there for a minute trying to figure out what was
going on. She had never experienced anything like this. With Rick they just
launched into kissing. Things would progress in a pretty standard fashion. Rick
had never asked what she liked and didn’t like. They didn’t set rules for sex.
She didn’t even know where to begin.

“Would you be okay with me tying you up?” Paul asked.

“Yes.” Jess said. She hadn’t even considered this as an
option, but it didn’t bother her.

“Are you okay with being blindfolded?’ Paul asked.

“I think so.” Jess hesitated.

“Fine. Do you have any body parts that are injured or any
health issues?” Paul continued.

This was a weird question to Jess. She thought about it.
“No, not really.”

“Okay. I want you to listen to me carefully tonight and
follow my instructions exactly.” Paul finished.

“Sure.” Jess said.

“No, it’s ‘Yes, Sir.’” Paul corrected.

“Yes Sir,” Jess replied.

Paul stood up and walked over to Jess. His index finger
trailed down her face from her forehead over her cheek to her chin. He tilted
her head up so she was looking him in the eyes.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

Jess swallowed hard, “Yes Sir.”

“Good. I want you to stand up, go to the middle of the room
and face me.” Paul instructed.

Jess did as told. She planted her feet and turned to look at
Paul. He hadn’t kissed her or touched anything more than the side of her face,
but she found herself turned on. Confused a bit at where this whole game was
going, but she was definitely excited to find out.

“I want you to stand there and breathe slowly.” Paul
instructed.

Jess nodded and breathed in.

“Good, breathe out.” Paul let her exhale. “Slowly, keep going,”
he said.

Jess slowed her breathing and kept her eyes on Paul. She
felt her heart pounding in her chest and she wanted him to touch her with every
cell in her body.

Paul began to approach. He walked behind Jess and came
close. He placed his hand on her upper arms and slid them down to rest on her
belly. She felt his breath moving her stray hairs in her bun. He just stood
there, breathing with her, his hands resting on her belly.

She noticed that their breathing had synced up. As she
inhaled, she felt Paul’s stomach gently touch the small of her back. As she
exhaled she felt his breath on her neck. She wanted to beg him to just touch
her but something instinctively told her that she needed to just wait.

Feeling Paul’s hands on her stomach and his arms wrapped
around her, her breathing quickened. Paul noticed this and backed away.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

“Yes Sir.” Jess closed her eyes. She heard Paul pull
something from his pocket and approach her. Her body went on full alert. Paul
slipped a leather blindfold around her eyes and fastened it tight at the back
of her head.

“Keep breathing,” he instructed and backed away.

She heard Paul begin to walk around the living room. She
couldn’t figure out exactly what he was doing. He would walk a few steps, stop,
then move again. She didn’t know if he was setting up something, if he was just
watching her, or what. Finally, her curiosity took over.

“What are you doing Sir?” Jess asked.

“I am in control. You don’t need to worry about anything.
Just stand there and breathe like I told you.” Paul replied.

Jess stood there, listening. She heard the click of the
lighter three times. Then Moby came on the stereo. Paul approached her. She
felt his hands on her shoulders.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked.

“Please Sir,” Jess exhaled as she said this.

She felt Paul’s strong fingers trace her collar bones. He
slowly ran his index finger to the base of her left collarbone then let it
slide down her sternum over her blouse, down to her navel. He stopped and removed
his hand. Two fingers traced the top of each breast.

There, in the living room, blindfolded, with Paul touching
her, Jess wanted to cry out, “Please take me!” but she remained quiet. His
fingers worked their way back up to her neck, then behind her ear. He leaned in
and whispered, “Raise your arms over your head.”

As instructed, Jess gently raised her arms. Paul’s fingers
traced her bicep down to her freshly shaved armpit. He lifted her shirt over
her head. Jess inhaled quickly when she was exposed.

“You didn’t do as I said,” he said firmly.

“What do you mean?” Jess asked.

“What do you mean Sir,” Paul corrected again.

“Sorry. What do you mean Sir?” Jess repeated.

“I told you to wear your skirt and top. I did not tell you
to wear a bra,” Paul clarified. “If you and I are going to play, you need to
learn to pay attention to exactly what I say. I will tell you what you need to
do.”

“Sorry Sir,” Jess demurred.

“Let’s correct this,” Paul said as he unclasped the bra and
pulled it over her arms. Jess lowered her arms. “Did I tell you to do that?”
Paul asked.

“No Sir,” Jess replied and put her arms back up.

“Remember, I am the one in control here. If you need to
change something, ask permission before you do it. I get to make those
decisions for you,” Paul explained patiently.

“Yes Sir,” Jess replied.

She stood there, arms still held over her head. “You may put
your arms by your side.” Jess lowered her arms. Paul stepped behind her and
came in close. She felt him reach around her and cup both breasts. She was
under so much tension she wanted to climax with just this simple touch.

Paul squeezed each breast then ran his fingers over her
nipples.

“Please Sir, I want you to take me,” Jess implored.

“Not yet. You need some training to be a good sub for me. I
will let you know when it is time. You must practice listening and obeying me
first.”

Paul’s words made Jess want to throw a tantrum. Rick simply
got to the point of sex with her. True, she didn’t get the same feeling of
tension and excitement with them as she did Paul, but it was torturous to have
to wait for his commands when all she wanted was to feel him inside her.

“I am going to do something. I want you to follow my
instructions exactly. Tell me your word to stop something,” Paul directed.

“Red Sir.” Jess said gently.

“Good. Now I want you to clasp your hands together above
your head,” Paul instructed.

Jess did as told. Next, she felt Paul winding a thin rope
around each wrist and secure a knot, binding her hands together. He pulled on
the rope so her arms bent behind her head and her wrists sat near the back of
her neck. Her breath quickened.

Paul held the rope, keeping her hands back behind her head
with his right hand. His left hand began to explore Jess’s body. She felt it on
her neck, then shoulders, down her sternum to her belly, back over her waist
and up to her right breast. He squeezed her nipple gently between his fingers.
Jess let out a light moan.

“I am going to ask you some questions. I need you to be
honest,” Paul said as he moved and squeezed her left nipple.

“Yes Sir,” Jess panted.

“Has anyone ever tied you up?”

“No Sir. Never.” Jess replied. Paul’s fingers squeezed her
breast and lifted it up a bit.

“Have you ever wanted a man to be in total control in the
bedroom?”

“I don’t know,” Jess replied honestly then felt a need to
explain.

“I like it when Rick tells me what he wants or asked for
something. I just never really thought that a guy would take total control.”

“Fine. Do you like what I am doing to you?” Paul inquired.

‘Yes, very much Sir.” Jess replied with a smile.

She felt Paul bend forward then his lips were centimeters
above her right nipple. “Please Sir,” slipped out.

Paul stood up. “Please Sir, what?” he asked.

“Please Sir. I want you to suck on my nipples,” Jess
replied.

Paul bent forward and drew Jess’s left nipple into his lips.
He held it there for a minute. “Like this?” he asked.

“Yes Sir.”

He bent forward and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

“Or do you like this?” he asked.

“Both Sir,” Jess’s voice was breathy.

Paul stood up again. He lifted the rope up and lowered
Jess’s arms in front of her, hand still bound. He put his hand on her waist and
held the rope in his other hand.

 “I want you to follow me. I won’t let you fall.” Paul said.

He took a few steps to the left and Jess followed.

“Good, stand here.” Paul positioned her next to the oversize
ottoman.

“Did you follow my instructions exactly with your skirt?” he
asked, knowing full well she had not.

“No Sir,” Jess bowed her head.

“Well then, you may have to suffer the consequences for your
actions.” Paul taunted gently. He dropped the rope and slipped her skirt to her
ankles. He stood up and held Jess’s hand.

“Step out of your skirt,” he instructed.

Jess did as told.

“Now sit on the ottoman behind you.” Jess lowered herself to
the edge of the ottoman. “I have more questions for you, but I need you to be
in a more open position,” Paul said.

Jess felt him kneel in front of her. He took the long length
of one rope end binding her wrists and began to wrap it around her right thigh
four times. His hands pushed her legs wide and he secured the right side rope
to the foot of the ottoman. Paul repeated the motions on Jess’s left thigh.

Jess sat there, thighs tied wide open, hands bound in front
of her, blindfolded, wearing only the black thong she put on earlier.

“Are you comfortable?” Paul asked as he slipped a finger
between her thighs and the rope to check for bind and make sure they weren’t
too tight.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, let’s continue with my questions. When did you first
have sex?” Paul began.

“Twenty-six,” Jess replied. She heard Paul take a seat in
the recliner directly across from her.

“Why so late?” Paul asked.

“Rick and I started dating sophomore year of college. He
wanted to wait.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman?” Paul continued his
inquiry.

“No Sir.” Jess replied.

“When did you first want me to touch you?” Jess immediately
blushed at Paul’s words.

“I don’t know Sir,” she said quietly.

“Think about it. How long have you wanted me to touch you?”
he pressed.

“I really don’t know Sir,” Jess had pleading in her voice.
She did not want to go down this road of questioning.

“When you started thinking about me, what did you want me to
do to you?” Paul redirected.