Relationships are never
easy. They involve work, compromise and
faith. Sometimes our commitment is
tested by nothing more than our own insecurities. The truth in relationships is vastly
different from the perceptions of the outside world. In the face of emotional intimacy, are we brave
enough to risk everything by relinquishing all control?
So
You Think You’re in Control?
(Sequel
to the Grocery Store)
By:
LynetteMae
A
couple of weeks later, I’m still plugging away at my overtime, but the goal is
within sight. I’m just padding the total
a bit so that whatever Cassie wants to do on the cruise will be no
problem. Consequently, we haven’t seen
much of each other with our eyes open since that last trip to the grocery store
together. I’m exhausted once again when
she picks me up from work on Thursday night. Our telephone call earlier drifted into a
suggestive conversation, letting me know she was in the mood to make love
tonight. Me? I’m always in the mood, tired or not.
The
drive home is in comfortable silence. Her hand drawing lazy circles on my thigh
as I drive and I’m thinking about how good she is going to feel tonight. After dinner she tells me to go get a shower
while she cleans up the dishes. The
shower and the great meal have me relaxed, so glad to be home. I decide to lie across the bed and wait for
her to come in as well. The next thing I
know my alarm is going off.
Damn
it to hell! I fell asleep. She is working the next three nights and I
volunteered for some extra hours on Saturday.
This sucks. I swear I’m going to
have some kind of permanent damage if I don’t get some relief soon. Before we met, I would even consider taking
matters into my own hands as it were, but now her touch is the only thing that
satisfies me. Right now, Sunday feels
like a lifetime away.
Friday
morning I reach across the bed to find only empty cold sheets. I was sleeping so hard I didn’t even hear her
leave. Damn. This was getting old. I head to the kitchen to make coffee and
there next to the coffee maker under the mug with the red and pink hearts that
says ‘I love you’, is a note from my Cassie.
I fix myself a cup taking it, the note and the morning paper out on the
patio where I like to start the morning when the weather is nice. The 72 degree sunny morning doesn’t
disappoint as I relax on a lounge chair and begin to read her note.
It
reads: Morning, baby. You were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bear
to wake you. Besides, I love watching
you sleep with the sheets not quite covering all of you offering me a
delectable glimpse of that body I crave…
I
groan out loud. The thought of her
watching me and getting turned on was making me hard and wet. If she keeps this up, I’m not waiting two
more days. Anyway, back to the note.
…Sorry
I won’t be there when you get home tonight.
Since you are off early, could you be a sweetheart and pick up a few
things for me at the store? I have a
special recipe I want to try tomorrow and I need a few things. Thanks, love.
I’ll call you later.
My eye drops to the list, confirming my
fear. The list is for groceries. Damn it.
Well, the day went better than expected. I did some calculations and realized that I
had enough money saved for that surprise trip.
I didn’t need to work Saturday, so I gave away my hours to someone
else. I couldn’t wait to surprise my
love with that news. Tomorrow was
Saturday, and the night was all ours. I
was so pumped, the thought of going to the grocery
store didn’t even seem that awful.
After
work, the crew decides to go out for a bite to eat and a couple of beers. The crew being my myself and four of my good
friends who I don’t see enough of between work and my domestic existence since
my lover and I decided to cohabitate.
The gang never misses the chance to give me shit about it, either. We have been having a great time. The food tastes great, the beer is flowing
and we are well into the jabs and barbs that good friends dish out once someone
gets the ball rolling.
“Hey,” Maggie says, “how’d you get permission
to come out tonight, Tory?”
“I don’t need permission,” I retorted, “Just
because I want to be home, don’t be jealous.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jan tossed her volley in,
“Tory, you are so whipped.”
“Screw you.”
“Now, now, you’re married, remember?” I launch a coaster at her head. She responds by throwing ice from the beer
bucket at me. And so the night
goes.
About
eight o’clock my phone beeps with a text message from my girl. Grinning, I pluck the phone from my back
pocket when I recognize her unique tone.
The gang quickly launches into a series of jabs about the ‘boss’ calling
and asking if my curfew expired. You know—stupid
stuff like that.
What
I read when I flip the phone open quickly wipes the smile off my face. Shit.
I totally forgot about the store and she is surprising me tonight. She got off work early and will meet be home
ten minutes. Oh, I am screwed. But, hey, maybe I can just promise to go to
the store in the morning. No, I have to
be at work at seven. Damn it. My friend
sitting closest to me shoves me in the shoulder, brining me back from my
panicked thoughts. I quickly text her
saying I am at the pub with my friends.
“Hey,
what happened? The wife
tell you that you better get your ass home? Jesus, what’s the matter with you?”
“No!” Now they were pissing me off. Don’t you just want to slap the shit out of
your friends sometimes?
“Yeah,”
another one chimes in, “You are so pussy whipped. You don’t see the rest of us jumping just
because some woman calls.”
Okay,
I had to defend myself, right? My phone
is going off again, but I don’t answer it.
“Look, you assholes. I am not in
trouble. In fact, I am never in
trouble. Being in a relationship doesn’t
mean I can’t do whatever I want.”
They
all start laughing and telling me I’m full of shit. “So, you’re telling us that if she walked in
right now and said ‘Let’s go’, you wouldn’t leave?” Maggie challenges.
“That’s
right,” I shot back indignantly; “I’ve got my house under control.” The table fell silent and for a millisecond I
actually thought that I had shut them up with my bullshit retort. For a millisecond. That’s when I realized that everyone was
looking past me or at the table very nervously.
I can feel Cassidy’s eyes boring into my skull from behind me. Carefully, I turn around to find her eyes
drilling into me, eyebrow raised to her hairline and hands on her hips. What the hell was I thinking? I know, I wasn’t thinking, right?
Rising
to my feet I move toward her, “Baby, you know I—” I can’t even finish. The look in her eyes is something I’ve never
seen before and it silences me. At that
moment I don’t care what anyone else is thinking, all I can think about is
undoing the colossal wrong I’ve done. I
beg forgiveness with my eyes as I stand there feeling naked under the fierce
stare she is pinning me with. Everyone
is expecting her to explode. I can see
them bracing for the concussions. But I
know her better, that’s not her style.
“Cass…” She smiles at me with eyes full of a mixture
of sadness and disappointment that rips at my heart. In that moment I truly realize the power of
real emotional intimacy.
On
the way home I stare at her taillights wondering what my punishment is going to
be. What penance will make up for my
stupidity? I know no matter what she
asks, I will gladly do. Already I am
desperate to make everything up to her.
My phone rings.
“Hey,
baby.” I say quietly, holding my breath.
“You
took care of the grocery list, right?”
She asks expectantly. Jesus, this
night is going totally to hell for me. I
forgot totally about the list.
“No,
but I’m on the way now.” Already I am
making a u-turn and heading back toward the shopping center.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll
be home as soon as I can. I love you.”
“Love
you too.” Her voice is distant, making
my stomach churn and I hate myself for the pain I hear. Now my mission is clear. I must find the items on the list and get
home as quickly as possible. Then, I
will spend the rest of the night atoning for my careless words. My friends and I, despite all the shit we
talk we know the real score. When it
comes to the women we love, we will do whatever it takes to make them
happy.
I
enter the store moving fairly quickly at first.
I know where the coffee and bread are.
A couple of the other items I stumble upon by accident. Dipping chocolate, hmm…I head for the candy aisle.
Gotta be there, right? In that aisle I
find bags of every imaginable kind of candy, both chocolate and non chocolate,
but nothing that says dipping. And, I’m experienced at this trap. I need exactly
what it says on the list. After ten
minutes in the aisle, I give up, moving onto the next item on the list. I’ll
find some stock girl and ask about the chocolate in a minute. Whipped cream has to be in the dairy
isle. I grin widely when I am
successful.
As
I turn away, I see butter. Oh, there’s
butter on my list. Yehaw! I’m on a roll. Only, no. Wait, it says organic non-GMO,
non-hydrogenated butter. WTF?? Well, it’s
still butter, right? (Yes, I’m asking
you again. Just wish you were with me in the store, this might have gone a bit
more smoothly.) Anyway, who the hell
knew there were like fifty different kinds of butter and margarine? Shut up.
I didn’t. But, none of them say
organic GMO, whateverthefuck, and don’t even try to
tell me you’ve heard of that shit before either. I stand there for what seems like forever
examining every package of butter/margarine, with no luck. Damn
it. Okay, we’ll come back to this
item, too.
Now
I’m realizing that the little basket thing that I opted for instead of the cart
with the inevitably broken wheel is beginning to fill up. Actually, it’s overflowing. I balance a bunch of bananas on the top of
the pile and try to hold it as steady as I can as I continue the hunt for the
butter stuff and the chocolate. I’m
gonna have to hold that stuff in my other arm, but thankfully it seems that
will be the end of the list.
I
find a stock girl chatting with a group of her little friends in the pickle
aisle. They pointedly ignore me and continue
their conversation about Paris Hilton’s latest escapade. I fight the urge to throttle the three of
them right there.
“Excuse
me.” I exaggerate my tone. They roll
their eyes at each other before turning to me.
Yeah, just one punch… “I need to find these last two items on my list.”
I point to the butter and chocolate.
“Candy
aisle is aisle twelve and the dairy is behind you.” With that, they go back to their mindless
discussion. Oh, I so want to—focus “I’ve already looked there. See,”
I point to the extra descriptions, “I need dip—” Just then a twenty something
surfer looking dude walks up and they are oblivious to me. Sonofabitch!
Thankfully,
around the next corner I see a woman whom I have passed at least four times on
this chore. She smiles sympathetically
at my no doubt exacerbated expression.
“Anything I can help you with?”
I
swear I heard angels singing. “Yes, ma’am. I need
to find these last two items on my partner’s grocery list and I’m not having
much luck.”
She
takes the list from me to examine it.
She smiles kindly, “Follow me.”
In
nothing flat we have the last two items on the list. Oh, and by the way, the organic butter is in
the special organic dairy section and dipping chocolate is in the aisle with
the cake mix. Just in case you ever need
it. You’re welcome. Ten minutes later, I’m getting my receipt at
the checkout. The bagger that waited on
us last month smirks and asks, “Where’s your girlfriend?”
Are
all the kids who work in this store smartasses?
I decline his help with my bags and hurry out of the store. I have to get home. I have reparations to make, remember?
#
My
alarm floods the darkened room with the sounds of an old Pat Benatar tune at 0530.
Slapping the offending box to silence it, I turn to look at her sleeping
peacefully beside me. Her simple beauty
makes my heart physically ache. We spoke
only sporadically after I got home from the store last night. I could tell she was still working through
her feelings and didn’t want to push. I
made dinner, did the dishes and even gave her a full length body massage when
we came to bed. She said she wasn’t mad
anymore, but I could feel the tension in the brief peck I received in place of
a good night kiss.
Before
leaving the house, I sit on the edge of the bed to take one last look at her
lying so peacefully in our bed. I notice
a slightly crumpled piece of paper next to the phone on the nightstand. It’s the grocery list, but she had written
something below it. I pick it up to see
if there was maybe something I’d forgotten.
I read, ‘Maybe I can make a change.
Would a straight up, anonymous encounter be so bad?’ The blow is like a kick in my diaphragm. I can’t draw a breath around the panic
stricken squeeze on my lungs. I stare at
her sleeping form in stunned disbelief for a minute. I’m
losing you.
Tears
blurring my vision, I bolt from the house.
I slam the truck door so hard the whole vehicle rocks. As the engine turns over, the tears overflow
my eyes and stream steadily down my cheeks.
All this time, I thought the comfort of a long term relationship was enough.
Have all of my stupid antics caught up with me?
Somehow I haven’t conveyed to her the depth of my love and that’s made
her think she needs something more? Was
the final straw my fucking idiotic comment to my friends? Leaning on the steering wheel, I bury my head
in my arms and let the pain flow from my body with the tears.
At
work, my buddy Madi stops by my locker. “Hey, Tory. What’s
up?” She affectionately punches my
shoulder.
“Nothin’,”
I mumble, pulling on my work shirt without looking up.
“We’re
off tomorrow, bud. Why the long
face?” She leans down to look directly
at me. I turn away and slam my locker
door shut.
“I’m
fine, okay?” I try to push past her but she stops me with a strong grip on my
elbow.
“Not
so fast.” My body is vibrating with the
effort to hold my emotion in check. She shoves
me into the break room and stands blocking the door with her arms folded across
her chest expectantly. “Spill it.”
After
a long pause, I sigh. “I think Cass
wants to have an affair.” The words
coming out felt like ground glass in my throat.
“Shut
up!” Madi is staring at me wide-eyed in disbelief. I shrug and cut my eyes to
the floor to study my boots. “And,
Einstein, you know this how?” She waves
her arms in an animated fashion with the question.
“There
was a note.”
“A note! What
kind of note?” She is nearly
yelling. “What the fuck did you do Tory?
That woman is the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“Not
my note, asshole!” I thought she was
supposed to be my friend and here she is assuming I fucked around. I glared at
She
stopped and stared at me. The sound of
the air conditioner was the only thing in the small room for long moments. Finally, she let out a long breath,
“Shit.”
“Yeah,”
I agreed.
“Okay,
let’s start over.” She pulls me to the
nearest round Formica table and we sit in the plastic chairs. “What makes you think she wants to have an
affair? You said there was a note? Was it from someone?”
I
shook my head, “No, it was her handwriting.
It…it said she wanted a change and would an anonymous sexual encounter
be so bad.” I wrung my hands together on
the table. Saying it out loud was
painful. The silence was oppressive and
I wished that I hadn’t admitted it. I
didn’t want to be the subject of everyone’s gossip. Plus, I knew my friends would support me, but
I didn’t want them getting down on Cassie; since I was sure that I was somehow
responsible for her unfulfilled needs.
She
snapped her fingers, bringing me out of my brooding. “I’ve got it!”
“What?” I raised confused eyes to her. “She’s just feeling insecure. What you’ve gotta do is to romance her.” She was animated again.
“I
don’t understand.”
“Yes
you do. Buy her flowers, wine her, dine her. You know, all the things you used to do when you were
dating.” Madi was leaning forward, her
eyes gleaming with excitement at her revelation.
“What’s
that gonna do?” I asked skeptically.
“Don’t
you see,” she continued, speaking slowly as if to a young child, “When couples
are together a long time, this shit happens.
You lose that fire. What you need
to do is show her that you still love her just as much as you ever did.”
I
was starting to get it. I remembered
what Cassie said one night about being worried I wasn’t interested. That was when I was working all that
overtime. Madi was right. What Cassie was missing was the romance. The surprise cruise was still a couple months
off and this wasn’t going to wait. I was
going to get my girl back, starting tonight.
“Can you get someone to cover my OT tonight, Mad?”
“Sure thing. You got
something to do?” She grinned at
me.
“Oh yeah.”
I
called home on my lunch break, wanting to make sure that Cassie didn’t make
plans with one of her friends or something tonight. It wouldn’t do me any good to show up with
all kinds of romantic stuff and her not be home, right?
“Hey
baby,” I begin, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Really? What is it?”
I
can hear some motor in the background. “What’s that noise?”
“Oh,
the mixer I’m making a cake,” she explains.
“What’s the surprise?”
“Well,
I can’t tell you everything, ‘cause that would ruin
it, but I did want you to know that I gave away my OT, so I’ll be home by
six. Then I am all yours the rest of tonight
and tomorrow too. Anything you
want.”
“Anything?” The playfulness in her voice made my heart skip
a beat. Maybe it wasn’t too late.
“Anything.” I said
emphatically. “I can take you out to that seafood restaurant you like, and then
maybe out dancing. You decide.”
“I’ll
have to think about it. I was going to
try a new recipe…” her voice trails off.
I
refused to read anything negative into her hesitance, “Okay, baby. Whatever you want. I’ll be home soon. Love you.”
After
work, I stopped by the flower shop and bought a dozen roses and all the
sunflowers they had in the store. Sunflowers
are Cassie’s favorite. Next, I picked up
two bottles of expensive wine; one red, one white, since I didn’t know what was
for dinner. I wanted the gesture to be
simple but sincere and then I would spend the rest of the evening reminding her
just how much electricity was still between us.
I had images of sharing a bubble bath and sipping wine together after
dinner. It would be perfect. I smiled to myself as I pulled into the
driveway, supremely confident in my plans.
#
Juggling
the armload of flowers and wine as I get to the front door, I find the screen
door locked. That’s unusual, but maybe
she had the door open to let in a breeze earlier and forgot it was locked, I
figure. I ring the doorbell. Nothing. I ring it again and follow it up with a rap
on the door. “Cass? Can you open up?”
After
a few moments, I can hear her coming to the door. “Just a minute.” She says impatiently, as though she’s talking
to some solicitor or something. The door
opens and she is standing on the other side of the screen door wearing a long
white silk robe that I have never seen before.
Her hair is wrapped up in a white towel.
Her skin is still flushed pink from the hot shower, and a vision flashes
in my mind of licking the drops of water from her smooth skin. I shudder with the thought.
Her
eyes drop to the gifts in my arms and for a second I see a warm glow in her
eyes. The hint of a smile touches the
corner of her mouth. She takes a deep
breath and a neutral mask slides over her features.
“I
take it you’re the delivery woman?” An eyebrow arches toward her hairline while
she regards me seriously. She rests a
hand on her hip waiting for my answer. I
open my mouth to ask what she’s talking about, but her other hand steals inside
the vee of the robe on her chest and begins rubbing. Her eyes fix me with a smoldering stare
instructing me to remain silent through some kind of telepathy. I have no idea what is going on. I swallow audibly and wait.
Cassie
reaches unlocks the screen door and holds it open for me to enter. “You may place the flowers and the wine on
the table there,” she indicates the coffee table in front of the couch. The house smells wonderfully of a combination
of steak, my favorite lobster risotto and the lingering sweetness of the cake,
making my mouth water and stomach rumble.
Damn, this woman can cook.
“The
bathroom is through that door way across the hall,” she points to the guest
bathroom. Now I’m really getting
confused.
“Cass,
what—” In a blink she is standing inches in front of me. The expression on her face is stern, but her
eyes are still warm. She places a finger
tip on my lips.
“I
apologize for not setting the ground rules sooner.” She smiles seductively. Her eyes rake over my body as she
speaks. “You are quite beautiful. I imagine you must do very well for yourself
in the way of…” She drags her eyes back up to meet mine, “…tips.” The finger that rested on my mouth slides
down to tease a nipple through my shirt.
“However, you must not speak unless spoken to. And you will address me only as
Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes,”
I whisper, the clean scent of her skin is registering deep inside me. Instinctively, I reach out to touch her but
she steps back quickly.
“Ah,
ah, rule number two. No touching without
permission.” My hand drops back to my
side. “Now, I trust that I am your last
delivery of the evening, hmm?” She lifts
the key ring out of my hand and drops it on the stand in the foyer as she moves
toward the kitchen. “Go shower while I
finish preparing dinner. I’ll bring
clothes for you.”
Now,
I may be a little bit slow, but I’m thinking that tonight is going to turn out
to be better than I imagined. I glance
over my shoulder on the way to the bathroom.
She has pulled the towel from her head, finger combing the damp
strawberry blond curls that cascade over her shoulders. Wow. Whatever this game is, I am so ready.
When
I get out of the shower, a note is on the counter next to a bottle of my
cologne and other toiletry items. It
reads: Your clothes are in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Once there, I
find only a pair of black leather pants and a white sleeveless t-shirt. Both fit me like second skin. I smile, remembering one night several years
ago when Cassie said she thought I would look sexy in leather pants. Then I remembered the rest of the
conversation that night.
We
were watching some HBO reality sex show and it was about role playing and BDSM. I asked her what she thought of that. She said she wasn’t at all interested in
receiving or inflicting pain (nor was I), but that the role playing thing might
be fun. Suddenly it hit me. What an idiot I am! That note didn’t mean she wanted to cheat on
me. She was thinking about a scene. I shook my head at my reflection in the
mirror.
I
checked my look one last time, hoping it would meet with my mistress’ approval
and stepped out into a house I hardly recognized. Groups of candles flickered almost
everywhere, providing the only light in the rooms. Soft music floated through the air. The dining room table was beautifully set
with our good dishes and two candelabra’s were center stage. The red wine I bought was open and two plates
of steaming food were placed precisely in the center of each placemat.
“Would
you be a dear and pour the wine?” I turned at the sound of her voice and my
heart stopped. She was wearing a skin
tight black leather body suit. It was
sleeveless and from her shoulders, the vee cut in the front that barely
contained her full breasts stopped just above her navel. She had kept her hair down the way I like it,
flowing like spun gold around her face. As
my eyes feasted appreciatively on her beauty, I saw the satisfied gleam in her
eyes as she took in my outfit as well. I
felt my pulse kicking up several notches watching her glide toward me.
She
placed her palm in the center of my chest and rubbed slowly across each breast,
bringing my nipples to rigid attention. “My,
don’t you look good enough to eat?” Her honey-smooth voice was an
aphrodisiac. I sucked in a breath
fighting the urge to touch her. Goddess,
I wanted to. Don’t ask me how I survived
dinner, I actually have no recollection.
I couldn’t stop staring at her.
After
dinner, she took my hand and drew me into the living room. The warm glow of candlelight and the soft
romantic melodies enveloped us as she slipped into my arms and we began to
dance slowly. We moved as one, molded together perfectly. The sensation of her center resting on my
right thigh and her breath on my neck as we danced was powerfully erotic. It took all of my control to keep my hands on
her waist as she directed. Several
dances later, she stepped back.
“Time for desert.” She drew
me into the bedroom that was also aglow with candles. At the foot of the bed was a tray covered
with a white cloth and a magnum of champagne resting in a bucket of ice. “Please sit.”
She instructed and I complied.
She picked up a white bandana and circled behind me to secure it over my
eyes.
I
was now in complete darkness. I felt her
move away and missed her warmth immediately. She recognized my tension and
whispered in my ear, “Let the rest of your senses take over, baby. Relax. Trust me to give you pleasure.” I jumped when she closed her mouth over my
right nipple, biting down on it through the cotton shirt. When I grabbed the back of her head, she
lightly slapped my hand away. Her lips
were once again at my ear, but this time her voice was stern, “You broke a
rule. For that, you will be
punished.”
I
was going to apologize, but I realized that I would be breaking the first rule
because she hadn’t given me permission to speak. So I sat there in my darkness with my skin
tingling with arousal, waiting for whatever was coming. I heard her pouring the champagne and doing
some other things. She moved around the
bed, drawing down the sheets, I think.
Each time she walked past me she stopped to bite one nipple or the other
and I bit back a moan.
I
was a little disoriented and she helped me up onto the pillows. She grasped the bottom edge of my shirt and
pulled it off over my head. “You won’t need
this anymore.” She chuckled before
instructing, “Lie down.” She pulled an
arm to the side and above my head. Then
she slipped a leather restraint around my wrist and buckled it, before
repeating it with the other wrist. Now I
couldn’t touch her. And I couldn’t free
myself. The feeling of helplessness was frightening and exciting
simultaneously. “Do not move.”
I
felt her move off the bed. The cool air
from the air conditioning vent blew across my bare torso, chilling me
slightly. “Open wide,” she told me. I
opened my mouth and she fed me a chocolate dipped strawberry, licking up the
juices that ran down my chin and neck. I
heard the sound of some kind of liquid shaking.
Then came the unmistakable aerosol sound of
whipped cream squirting from a can. The
cold brought a cry of surprise from my throat as it hit my nipples and
stomach. The mistress vigorously cleaned
the areas with her tongue.
My
consciousness melted into intense feeling and exquisite pleasures and I began
to writhe and pull against the restraints as she alternated various
techniques. The feather with the edible
powder topped it off. My arousal was
reaching a level that I had never known.
My entire body was building towards climax; every inch of me was
involved. Feeling in my dark world of pleasure. When I felt her near my lower body, I arched
my back and moved my legs toward her.
“Okay. That’s all of that.” She said coolly. Next I felt her work open the button on the
pants and slide the zipper down. “Lift
your hips.” She pulled the pants over my
hips and off of my legs, baring me completely.
Immediately she efficiently secured both ankles in leather restraints as
well. Now I was completely immobilized. Completely at her mercy.
A fresh surge of adrenaline shot through my body and I reached yet
another new plateau of arousal.
She
dragged some kind of tool with a bunch of leather straps along my legs lightly,
dipping into my crotch and then continuing up my torso to tease my
breasts. Then she reversed and dragged
it back down my body. Suddenly, I felt
something thin and hard slid along my slit when she tilted it and I felt the
straps brush my thigh, I realized she had pressed the handle between my
legs. I could feel my wetness flowing
from my center. I needed her inside me. My sex was throbbing with need. She moved away and finally a moan did escape
my throat.
I
had no idea where she was and I panicked slightly in the silent darkness, my
body still vibrating with need. “Baby?” It was a plea
more than a question. I strained to hear
her. Every cell in my body was screaming
for release. She didn’t keep me waiting
long. Suddenly I felt her move between
my legs. Her hands lifted my hips to
take me between her lips. Her tongue
slipped into the slick wetness and lapped at my juices. I cried out at the sheer pleasure streaking
through my body to coalesce in a single point of ecstasy.
She
sucked my clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. The sensation was making me delirious. I thought fleetingly that I may actually go
mad. I felt myself rocketing skyward
through blackness as she relentlessly pushed me to the ultimate orgasm. Screaming out Cassie’s name, I came harder
than I had ever thought possible and I kept coming as wave after wave crashed
through me. From the edge of oblivion I
was aware of Cassie crying out as she came with me.
As
I stilled, she moved to release the restraints. When I could breathe, I called
her. “Cass?”
She
slid alongside of me. “Yes Tory.”
“I
love you so completely.” Tears streamed
down my cheeks.
“I
know.” She kissed me deeply and I
wrapped her in a tight embrace. We drifted
into blissful slumber entwined with each other.
I
woke sometime during the night, feeling Cassie stir against me. I shifted a leg between hers and applied
slight pressure, eliciting a groan from the beauty resting on my chest.
She
raised her head to look into my eyes dreamily. “You’re reading my mind again.”
She grinned.
“Yeah,
but I’m just getting to the really good parts…”
The End