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Subject: REPOST: Healing Jess, pt3
From: cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com (Rufus T. Firefly)
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:25 GMT
Healing Jess
Part 5
By: Liette
After her terrifying, foundation shaking, confusingly wondrous
ordeal, Kevin allowed Jessica some much needed privacy to tend to her
morning rituals and pull herself back together, leaving her only with
the
instructions that she was to wear just a robe, nothing more, and be
downstairs for breakfast sometime within the next hour. She sat now
at
her vanity absently combing her hair.
What was happening to her? she wondered, staring at the green
eyed
woman who suddenly seemed like a stranger. How could she find
pleasure
in what he had done? Why wasn't she confronting him in moral
outrage?
"Jessica Marie!" her mother's voice shrieked in her ear. The
same
way it had all those years ago. "How could you?! How could you do
this
to me?! What kind of tramp am I raising?!"
Jessica cringed now as she had done then. She had been all of
nine
at the time and fresh from being hospitalized for an intestinal
infection. Nothing life threatening, Doctor Radcliff, the family's
stern
and rather strict matron of a physician had informed them, but one
that
would keep her confined and under "special" treatment for several
weeks.
Little Jessica hadn't understood what that conspiratory "special"
meant,
not until she was wheeled for the first time, flat on her back, into
the
treatment room.
"What's that?" the little girl had asked innocently, temporarily
allowed to sit.
Doctor Radcliff hadn't even bothered to look up from the mixture
she
was making of pale yellow liquid and warm water. "It's medicine,
dear."
There was an awful lot of it Jessica had thought, eyeing the
stainless steel pan dubiously. She had then watched the doctor open
a
drawer and unwrap a large rubber syringe, a distorted version of the
smaller one that her mother sometimes flushed her ears with, and
thought
how nasty the rubber was going to taste, wondering if the medicine
would
be even worse.
"Do I have to drink it all?" she had whispered worriedly to her
mother.
Wilimina Witthers, beautiful and aloft, regal and unbending, the
perfectly polished matriarch-in-waiting of the Witthers line, had
graced
her daughter with a cool, prudent smile. "You aren't going to drink
it,
darling."
Not understanding, Jessica had wanted to ask more, to find out
just
how the mysterious medicine was to going work then, but her mother
had
frowned, a silent warning that children should be seen not heard, and
Doctor Radcliff had started speaking.
"Lie down now, Jessica, and turn on your side," the matron had
instructed.
She had, aided by the shy little nurse that had been waiting
meekly
in the corner. It didn't alarm her at first that the women didn't
release her, not even when the doctor had brought the pan and set it
somewhere behind her and confided in her mother that she hoped "the
child
wasn't fussy." Only when her gown was raised and her leg lifted and
bent
at the knee had she begun to squirm uncomfortably.
"Be still, Jessica," he mother had ordered.
The nurse had taken her leg then, shushing her, and a firm hand
had
spread her little buttocks.
"Mama?"
A finger touched her where even she had never dared. Warm and
sticky it had pressed at her, worming its way inside.
"Mama!" she had wailed, terrified by the intruder. It was
painful
and strange. She twisted around, trying to dislodge it.
"Quiet, child," the nurse had whispered with some urgency.
"Hold
still and it will all be over soon."
Sure enough, the probing digit was withdrawn and Jessica,
sniffling,
quieted. In another instant, however, she felt the firm tip of the
rubber syringe nudging to take its place. She squealed and jerked,
understanding at last. They were going to put the medicine in her
bottom!
"Jessica!" her mother had commanded in her most authoritative
voice.
It didn't matter. As soon as it became obvious that the
situation
was out of hand, Doctor Radcliff had backed off to pronounce, "We'll
have
to use the straps. Patricia."
The little nurse had released her, but her mother was there
instantly, holding her still and hissing in her ear to behave like a
proper young lady. Then the bands had come, wide belts that wrapped
her
twisting body, pinning her firmly to the table. She'd wept as the
rubber
had poked into her again and shrieked when the warm solution had
flooded
and stung her bowels. A cotton ball had held it in, the pressure
building with each new application, until she felt she was going to
burst. They had made her hold it then, weeping and screaming, until
finally rolling her to her back and allowing her to release herself
into
a metal pan.
It had been a horrible and demeaning experience, repeated time
and
again, day after day, but the worst was still to come. Near the end
of
her stay she had been wheeled again into the dreaded room, already
restrained due to repeated fits, and the treatment had begun without
any
new incident. It had been then that the doctor had inadvertently
brushed
the sensitive underdeveloped area between her legs. Jessica had
jumped
at the unexpected tickle of sensation.
"Mrs. Witthers," the doctor had called her mother over,
disapproving
and cool.
Jessica was brushed again, this time deliberately, and squirmed
at
the touch.
"I believe this child is... excited," the woman had pronounced
with
a trace of disgust.
"Surely not," her mother had objected in horror.
"See for yourself."
Another brush. Another squirm. Jessica whimpered, not
understanding their words or the little sparks that shot through her.
"Dear God!" her mother had exclaimed.
And that was all she had said until she had gotten Jessica home
two
days later. That was when the yelling started, the condemnation and
accusations. Jessica had wept bitterly, not understanding what her
mother meant or why it was so important that her remaining treatments
had
been ice cold, making her cramp, until Wilimina had sensed the
weakness
of her confusion and gone into great and lengthy detail on the proper
behavior of proper ladies, stressing emphatically that receiving any
pleasure, any sensations at all except proper shame, from being
touched
"back there", or even "down there", was strictly forbidden and the
mark
of a cheap and common street walker. Full comprehension hadn't come
for
years, but it had stayed with her a lifetime.
Until Kevin, Jessica thought now.
She had slowly come to understand and accept over the years that
traditional sex, or even a little experimentation, wasn't wrong or
shameful, even before she'd met her husband, but it was only though
his
encouragement and support that she had learned to open herself
completely.
Or so she had thought.
Until last night.
Until this morning.
Was it wrong of her to respond the way she had? she asked the
stranger silently, aching with the need to know. To experience such
sinful bliss, such forbidden pleasure? Kevin hadn't seemed to think
so,
had even maneuvered her into receiving it, but she had no gage
against
which to measure herself. Women, the women she knew anyway, would
never
dream of admitting to such a thing let alone be willing to discuss
it.
Was she normal then? Justified? Permitted? Or was she behaving
like
the lowly tramp her mother had warned she could become? Kevin loved
her,
she knew that, but trapped by his own overwhelming urges, had he
sensed
that potential in her and drawn it out, wanting to glimpse a
forbidden
fantasy, but hoping that's all it would be? If so, was he hiding
shame
for her even now? Could she ever be the same in his eyes again? Did
she
want to?
The questions whirled through Jessica's mind, making her dizzy.
She
loved Kevin so much, she couldn't bear it if he.... She shook her
head,
forcing the thought away. She was too confused, too upset, to think
clearly. She would just have to go cautiously, wait, allow things to
unfold, surrender to his lead and hope for the best.
His rules, she thought.
Her decision?
Suddenly faint chimes sounded from the great grandfather clock
in
the hall, reminding her of the time, and grateful for the diversion,
she
pressed her insecurities as far back as they would go, threw on her
robe,
and went downstairs to pretend that her life was still normal.
"Well, there you are," Kevin announced, half turning from the
stove
to smile warmly. He was back in his jeans and sweatshirt making her
very
conscious of her nakedness, despite the wooly folds of her robe.
"What are you making?" she asked, pretending this was just an
ordinary Saturday morning, that her mind wasn't tipping precariously
with
unanswered questions.
"Breakfast," he grinned at the obvious, then added, "A little
something special for my special girl."
Jessica smiled and told her stomach to be patient. Kevin loved
to
cook, he was exceptional at it, and over the past few days had taken
the
items of her rather bland diet and whisked them together into
imaginative
and mouth watering concoctions. Not that it would matter much now.
She
had missed dinner last night and was positively ravenous.
Kevin stopped stirring the contents in the double boiler and
turned
the heat under it to low. Placing the wooden spoon aside he came to
her
and pulled her into his arms.
Jessica melted against him, her turbulent thoughts beginning to
lull. The warmth she felt from him was genuine. "Can I sit?" she
asked
after a moment. She was still shaky, but didn't dare move without
his
permission.
"Of course, baby." Kevin seemed to understand. "In Daddy's
favorite chair."
Jessica stifled a groan of exasperation. He wasn't going to
lapse
for a moment. A glance around showed her the item he was referring
to,
retrieved from its basement hideaway where it was usually locked when
the
ever curious household staff was on duty. It was indeed a chair, a
reclined chair, wood and padding, with wide spread legs and armrests
that
held four leather cuffs, each tacked permanently by large brass
studs.
It always reminded her of an inclined electric chair.
But Kevin positively cherished it, being one of his own
inventions,
so she went and sat quickly, fearing he would withhold her meal at
the
slightest display of hesitation.
Once she was seated her husband fasted each of the cuffs about
her
wrists and ankles until she was completely immobilized. He sometimes
added another restraint, the leather discipline belt from the night
before, wrapped around the back to force her to stay reclined, but
today
he seemed content to leave her as she was. A moment later she
discovered
why.
"It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" he asked
innocently,
raising his hand to sample the air.
Indeed, it was a bit warm, more so than an October day in the
mountains warranted. He must have turned the heat up.
"Daddy wouldn't want his baby to get hot," he added with a
comical
leer. To prove the point he took advantage her position to undo the
tie
and push the edges of her robe open - wide open, exposing her high
firm
breasts, smooth flat stomach, and slightly parted nether lips, all
naked
and vulnerable, for all the world to see.
"Kevin!"
"Yes, baby?" He continued to leer, his gaze settling hotly
between
her legs. "Do you have something to say?"
Because his hand had strayed to the pocket with the gag, Jessica
quickly shut her mouth. It was all she could shut.
"No? Are you hungry then? You missed dinner last night and
that
was very naughty."
But it wasn't her fault, was Jessica's immediate thought.
Wisdom
told her, however, that if she voiced that opinion he would either
insist
she had caused her own problems the night before or he would use the
gag.
Either way she would lose. She said nothing, neither denying or
confirming the accusation.
"My baby learns quickly," he said, obviously having anticipated
her.
"For that she's forgiven."
Pleased with herself, Jessica watched her husband ladle up some
gooey substance from the boiler and bring the bowl to sit in one of
their
regular dining chairs in front of her.
He spooned up a bit and blew on it a few times. "Open the
hanger
door," he teased, levitating it at eye level.
Embarrassed, Jessica opened her mouth. The spoon twirled down,
angled in, and then she was sucking sweet creamy oatmeal off the end.
It was flavored with honey and spice and she murmured appreciation.
For the better part of breakfast, Kevin fed her steadily using
all
the cute phrases normally reserved for an infant. During the process
several gooey droplets dribbled down her chin, but he didn't retrieve
them. Jessica didn't mind. She was starving and the food was
wonderful.
Finally, he scraped the last bite from the bowl and tipped it over
her
tongue. Though she tried, the oatmeal escaped her and oozed over her
lips and chin.
"Messy," Kevin chided with a frown. Then he smiled wryly.
"Daddy
will just have to clean you up."
To Jessica's surprise, her husband didn't reach for a napkin.
Instead, he set the bowl aside and bent toward her. His lips touched
hers, his tongue tracing their curve in a seductive and insinuating
manner. She returned his attention, sharing each morsel, until he
sat
back and smiled.
"Mummmm." He smacked his lips for emphasis. "Not bad with the
right flavoring."
Jessica blushed and pretended to squirm for escape when he
started
on her chin. When he was finished, her face warm and glistening, he
laughed delightedly.
"Not bad at all. Is my baby still hungry?"
A double meaning and she agreed eagerly to both. Fidgeting with
anticipation she watched him go and refill the bowl.
This time he made her work for each bite, craning her neck, and
made
great efforts to spill her misses not just down her chin, but onto
her
chest as well. A few dollops of the warm sticky mess even made it to
her
navel. When he was down to the last few spoonfuls, Kevin set the
bowl
aside again.
"You're absolutely shameless," he teased, lapping at her chin.
"Maybe I should punish you for being so messy."
"W... what?" Jessica stammered. He sounded so serious, but
contriving infractions was strictly against the rules.
"You object?" He sat back.
"You can't. That isn't fair," she pointed out smugly.
"That...."
Too late, Jessica saw the gleam in his eye and realized his
trick.
He had baited her and now....
Before she could shut her mouth the rubber ball was back between
her
lips and her husband was grinning triumphantly.
"Why didn't I think of this before?" He asked, laughing over her
muffled rejoiner. "I really do like this, Jess. Maybe someday when
I'm
not being so absolutely perfect...."
The chair actually scraped the floor with the force her
response.
Kevin nearly fell to the floor rolling with his. He did manage to
quiet
them both, however, by leaning forward to lap at a gooey trail down
her
left breast. He started near her collar bone and worked his way
downward
in slow wet circles until his lips fastened on the rosy nipple.
Raising
laughing eyes, he twirled his tongue lazily over the hardening nub
until,
vanquished, she lay back and moaned. Only when he was satisfied,
several
long minutes later, did he lap up the rest and begin traveling lower
to
give attention to the a large dollop hanging precariously over her
navel.
He circled it a few times, making her wiggle, before finally sucking
between his lips.
"You know," he said, sitting back to catch his breath which was
now
coming a bit raggedly. "Some of the best beauty consultants swear
that
oatmeal is good for the pores. I wonder if they would recommend it
for
skin that has definitely been lacking attention?"
Jessica wasn't quite sure what he was getting at and watched
curiously as her husband dipped his fingers into the remainder of her
breakfast. When he scooped out half the contents and grinned
wickedly,
however, she begin to suspect, and squirm. No! Yes! He couldn't
mean...! Could he?!
Jessica Kenhill groaned aloud when the warm oatmeal squished
against
her naked mound. Kevin spread it around liberally, grinning the
entire
time, before reaching into the bowl again. The final bit of her meal
was
then dropped and smoothed over her naked lips, down and around,
filling
each nook and crevice.
"I suppose I should clean that up too," Kevin said innocently.
"Shall I get a napkin?"
Already trapped by the warm wet feel of it, Jessica abandoned
pride
and collapsed back, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
"No?"
"Mmmmmuuuummm!"
There was a brief moment's laughter and then his tongue was
tracing
a delicate line just across her upper pelvis. Shamelessly, Jessica
wiggled this way and that trying to pull herself further up to meet
his
questing lips.
"Patience, my love," he cooed softly.
Then his lips were caressing her smooth, newly shorn mound.
Jessica
moaned and spread her knees as far as they would go. Kevin teased
her
mercilessly, gently probing her folds, dutifully lapping up the sweet
gooey mush, but always managing to miss the throbbing wanting center
of
her. Finally, just when she thought she would die from denial, the
very
tip of his tongue made one light sweep over her swollen twitching
clit.
Jessica jumped, close to sobbing, and begged desperately in
muffled
gasps. She needn't have worried. Kevin was just as trapped and
ready
to get serious. In firm, gentle strokes he caressed her button,
running
the warm wetness of his tongue over the fold of the hood, then down
and
deeper, further and more insistent, until, in one brazen plunge, he
penetrated her moist hot center.
Jessica writhed in unabashed pleasure.
Laughing deep in his throat, Kevin guided his warm strokes in a
steady rhythm, taking time to nuzzle her swollen bud over and over
until
she was shuddering on the brink of madness. In the last instant he
gently sealed his mouth over the tortured nub and suckled it like a
child, carefully grazing the sensitized flesh lightly with edge of
his
teeth.
"Mmmmf! Muummm! MMMMMMM!" Jessica bucked and writhed, the
waves
of ecstasy sweeping her away on a relentless and irresistible tide.
Frozen in time, her body arched outward to meet him, shaking in a
palsy
of delightful convulsion. Time and again the waves crashed over her,
buffeting her, rocking her, shaking her foundation, until finally,
with
torturous slowness, the quaking relinquished her, subsiding away to
soft
and gentle tremors.
"Jesus, Jess." Kevin was sitting back on his heels, licking his
lips, when Jessica's senses began to return. "That's twice today."
Breathing furiously through her nose, Jessica was too desperate
to
expend the effort to blush. She needed....!
Sensing her difficulty immediately, Kevin tore the gag away.
...Air! Falling back, Jessica heaved great gasping breaths.
"Damn!" Kevin swore unhappily. quickly undoing the cuffs to
pull
her panting into his arms. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"Why?" Jessica managed, clutching onto him as if her were the
anchor to her world. "That was wonderful."
Pulling her back, Kevin smiled his relief and shook his head at
her.
"It wouldn't have been so wonderful if you'd passed out, now would
it?"
"You're right," she giggled, giddy with the pleasure of release.
"You would have bragged forever that you could literally knock your
wife
out."
Kevin looked at her as if he didn't know whether to laugh or
cry.
Taking advantage of his diversion, Jessica quickly seized the
opportunity
and ran her hand down his chest and stomach to firmly cup the
conspicuous
bulge that pressed at the front his jeans. Kevin always got hard
pleasuring her and she nearly always returned the favor. Though it
wasn't exactly her favorite, she enjoyed taking him that way simply
because he loved it so very much.
Today was different, however.
Sensing her intent, Kevin seized her hand and brought it to his
lips. Kissing her fingers, he smiled at her disappointment. "You've
already eaten," he teased, turning her vivid red. "I'll let you help
me
with the dishes though."
Not really surprised, Jessica knew that his refusal was meant to
keep him firmly in control. While he was the dominant, things had to
be
his idea and on his terms. Though little bits of initiative had
sometimes earned her freedom in the past, this time he wasn't giving
an
inch. She wondered just how long he was planning to continue this
particular session.
If Kevin sensed her question, he skillfully ignored it. After
wiping her over with a warm wet rag, he directed her to redress
herself
and then to help him tidy the kitchen. He took his time and didn't
rush,
not allowing her to either by stopping frequently to kiss and caress
her.
Before she knew it nearly a half an hour had gone by, pointed out
when
Kevin suddenly glanced at the clock and nodded.
"That should do it," he said smiling.
"Do what?" Jessica asked, still wiping down the table.
"I think it's safe now."
She stared at him blankly.
"You're swim," he elaborated. "You can swim now without
cramping."
"Oh." Jessica realized she had entirely forgotten her morning
swim.
Strange really since missing it usually left her feeling cranky.
"You
don't need me to help?"
"Go on," Kevin prompted. "But, Jess...."
She paused in the midst of dropping the cleaning rag.
"... Daddy doesn't want you to change."
Touching the folds of her robe, Jessica hesitated. She had
never
swam naked before and the very idea brought a flush to her cheeks.
Then
again, she realized, the staff had the weekend off so who was there
to
see her?
Only Kevin.
Still a bit embarrassed, she turned and headed for the swimming
pool. Around the corner, she slid aside the sliding glass door and
paused a moment to glance back at the kitchen. Her husband was pure
devil. The swimming pool was indoors, a large tiled oval that filled
the
enormous glassed solarium like a recreation of an ancient roman bath.
It was also right off of the kitchen which was given a great view of
the
entire patio by the span of picture windows that flanked the wall
behind
the sink. Kevin would have quite a scene to finish washing the
dishes
the by. No wonder he had insisted there weren't enough of them to
bother
loading the dishwasher.
Shaking her head, Jessica continued on, pulling the door shut
behind
her. The room was humid and warm and smelled strongly of chlorine
despite the abundance of potted hothouse greenery that lined the
paned
walls. Above, through the mist of seasonal condensation, the October
sky
was a brilliant blue, belying the certain chill outside. It was that
chill, fall and spring, and the intervening harsh winters that had
prompted Kevin to build this room for her in the first place. She
loved
to swim and he loved to join her, sometimes choosing only to watch
while
tending his beloved vegetation.
Thinking of his eyes on her now, and determined to reward the
deviousness of his scheme, Jessica walked slowly to the deepest end
of
the pool, directly beneath where her husband was sure to be standing
and
very slowly, very seductively, undid the tie and slipped the robe to
just
below her shoulders. Pivoting slowly, she made a great show of
stretching each leg, one at a time, flashing just a glimpse of each
creamy thigh and dropping the folds without actually exposing any
cleavage. She continued her tantalizing prance, showing a little
more
here and a little less there, until she was absolutely certain he was
hanging on her every move. Then, suddenly, knowing what he was
waiting
for, Jessica turned her back, denying his pleasure, and dove out and
away, abandoning her robe and plunging smoothly into the warm
rippling
water in one graceful motion.
Continued.....
Healing Jess
Part 6
By: Liette
"You little witch," Kevin muttered beneath a laugh, watching
his wife's flawless frame slip elusively into the water. She was
now only a pale blur gliding effortlessly beneath the ripples, her
tantalizing details a mere flicker of a dream.
Groaning, Kevin realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the
front of his jeans up and down against the edge of the counter and
quickly stood back. Jessica could do that to a man, with or
without her erotic little dances, and Kevin was on the verge of
tearing his clothes off and following her.
Which was exactly what she was hoping for, he guessed. His
wife wasn't stupid, far, far from it. With minimal and seemingly
innocent effort she could easily turn the tide in her favor. Not
knowing the extent of his plans, she wasn't above rushing the game
to its climax.
And what if she did know? he wondered, studiously returning
his attention, or as much as he could manage, back to the dishes.
Would she protest and call an end? Maybe so, but he had come too
far to let that happen. One by one he intended to relax the rules,
diminishing the idea of punishment without relinquishing that final
shred of control. It wasn't that he wanted to completely dominate
his wife, he only wanted her to learn that by subduing her
recklessness she had the means of satisfying both of their needs.
Finally placing the last of the dishes on the rack, Kevin
paused to wash the suds from his hands. Beyond the window, Jessica
seemed to have abandoned her normal laps, rolling gracefully to her
back to measure out the length of the pool in slow lazy strokes.
Transfixed, Kevin savored her open invitation and carefully dried
his hands before going out to join her.
Pulling the door shut behind him, Kevin entered his wife's
sanctuary breathing deeply of the rich mixture of tilled earth and
chlorine. With all the pretense of ignoring her seductive glide,
he walked the edge of the pool, carefully tending his plants and
checking each for dryness. Behind him he caught the occasional
splash of water that betrayed his wife's proximity, confirmed by
casual glances which showed him that she was pacing his progress,
ducking away with each turn of his head to disappear in a ring of
ripples like a bashful mermaid.
Only when he reached the scattering of lounges at the shallow
end of the pool did Kevin turn to give her his full attention.
Fully in her element, his wife ducked away again, disappearing in
a flurried blur to reappear a moment latter bobbing slowly at the
center of the pool. Flashing him a grin of invitation, she ached
up, disappeared again, and resurfaced even further.
"Tease," he murmured, relishing each glimpse she allowed him.
But he wouldn't follow. That would be too easy. Instead, he
slowly stripped bare, purposely flexing his well muscled body, and
casually waded down the tiled steps to sit on the lowest. The warm
water lapped at his waist, caressing his manhood back to throbbing
erection. Smiling, he beckoned with his hand.
Slightly perplexed, Jessica made a slow and cautious advance.
She would glide a bit, dive, then bob to the surface again a scant
few inches closer. Finally, curiosity got the better of her. She
made one graceful plunge and Kevin knew she was his. Reclining
back, he closed his eyes and waited. Eventually a small wash
across his stomach told him his wife was very near.
Still reclining, giving all the show of nonchalance, Kevin
continued to wait. It was the longest seconds of his life. A
small current around his legs was the first indication of her
stealthy presence, followed closely by an increase in warmth
hovering near his groin. A instant later, Jessica's nails grazed
ever so lightly along the underside of his stiff shaft.
Shivering, Kevin clenched his hands on the concrete rim and
forced himself to stay still. His control was soon rewarded by the
sound of deep breathing, a small ripple, and the sudden warmth of
her tongue tracing the recent path of her fingers. When it reached
the swollen head, twirling in lazy circles, he couldn't stifle
himself any longer. Gritting his teeth he groaned out loud.
An tendril of pixie laughter followed the sound, another deep
breath, and then her lips were around him. Taking just the head,
she suckled it lovingly, rolling her mouth so that it brushed along
the insides of her hollowed cheeks. When he arched his hips,
unable to endure her wicked teasing, she mercifully obliged him.
Opening her throat, she raised up, breaking the water's surface to
inhale deeply through her nose, then plunged again, moving steadily
lower, until his shaft was deeply immersed and her tongue was
tracing the very edge of his sensitive root.
Damn, she's good! was Kevin's only coherent thought as the
blinding euphoria begin to build within him. Slow and firm her
mouth and tongue worked back along the entire length of him, the
bob her head creating small waves that tumbled up his stomach and
chest. Her tongue made long sweeping circles, tantalizing him,
driving him to panting gasps, while her fingers joined the play by
gently kneading his balls and teasing the sensitive skin beneath.
She worked steadily and skillfully, using the rare pauses for air
to hold him indefinitely just on the brink of total insanity.
Finally, when he thought he could stand no more, she took him
completely, all the way down her throat, and began the steady
pressured rhythm that made him writhe for the bliss of release.
After a small slice of intoxicating eternity Kevin began to
feel his climax reaching its inevitable peak and started to draw
her away, but to his surprise, Jessica grasped his legs and took
him impossibly deeper. Whether it was for the sake of his pleasure
or the sake of her pristine pool, he would never know, but when he
shuddered convulsively, body bowed, teeth clenched, releasing his
seed in violent and mindless pleasure, she took it all, suckling
him eagerly, until she had drained him of every last drop. Even
then, as he panted in the aftermath, she continued to lap at him,
bathing him with the warm roughness of her tongue, until he was
trembling and spent and ready to give her anything.
Almost anything.
Moaning contentedly, Kevin eventually opened his eyes and
brought his head up to look at his wife. Jessica was kneeling by
his side, panting softly, her chin propped on his bent knee. A
look of pure mirth sparkled in her green eyes.
"You are a wicked one, aren't you?" he teased breathlessly.
"You didn't like?" she returned innocently, leaning
seductively toward him and wetting her lips. Beneath the water,
however, she had tensed, ready to take flight again.
Kevin quickly seized her wrist and pulled her closer before
she could make good on her escape. "Oh no you don't," he laughed.
"After what she just did for him, Daddy's wonderful little mermaid
isn't getting away that easily."
The slightest of flickers betrayed her disappointment. Still
confident under his praise, however, she let him pull her under his
arm. "Another lap?" she pleaded.
It was hard not to give in, she'd done something so new and
bold, but Kevin didn't have the strength to endure further
enticements at the moment. Despite his desire to reward her, he
needed time to cool down. "Maybe later, baby," he hedged, smiling
at her convincing pout. "Daddy was thinking that he'd rather take
his little girl riding."
"Really?" Jessica had pulled back to look at him in surprise.
Good. Her pleasure was reward enough. They had planned a
good ride earlier, but she hadn't expected that he would stick to
it. Trussing her up and tormenting her was more akin to a normal
lesson. But, then again, this was no normal lesson and he would
have plenty of time to resort to the basics later.
"Really," he agreed. "As soon as we've dried off."
The ride was a wonderful diversion for both husband and wife.
The drive to the stables took fifteen minutes, being a winding
gravel road leading to the west quarter of the estate, and Jessica
and Kevin spent it in silent companionship as he guided her jeep
over the bumpy terrain. It was surprising really. Jessica usually
fretted terribly whenever he dared to drive her precious Cherokee.
He wondered what she was thinking.
Kevin was still wondering when they pulled into the gravel
yard in front of the Kenhill stables. Some of his friends had
thought him crazy when he had it built so far from the house, but
it was remote on purpose, allowing a certain degree of privacy
between him and the spacious cottage where the head groom and his
wife held residence. Since marrying Jess it had become even more
of a blessing. He doubted his keen eyed groom would miss much of
what transpired between them.
Still, a certain amount of courtesy was necessary and after
the required halfhearted protests of being an intrusion, he and
Jessica joined Jacob and wife in nice cup of tea. A short while
later they were mounted and free, laughing together over Anita's
outrageous tidbits of gossip.
"Do you want to ride the high ridge?" Jessica asked once they
had completed a second circuit of their favorite path along the
south bend of the Cambird River. Beneath her, her horse pranced
restlessly, snorting white wisps in the crisp mountain air.
Kevin would have like nothing better than to take the steep
path that offered the most breathtaking view, but didn't miss the
mild note of dissuasion in his wife's voice.
Indeed, she was looking a bit weary and he suddenly remembered
Marcus' warning that the drug he had prescribed would initially
make her prone to fatigue. He could always go alone, he knew, and
she would be content to obey his orders and wait, but then he
thought better of the idea and shook his head. Jess had been such
a good sport so far, already heeding his instructions to stay in
sight, relinquishing her usual headlong gallop to stay close by his
side, and she deserved some consideration.
He was definitely making progress.
After another quiet drive, Kevin helped Jessica inside and out
of her coat. She started for the kitchen murmuring something about
finding them a hot drink, but he quickly stopped her.
"No, baby," he answered the curious tip of her head. "I'd
rather you take a nap right now."
"A nap?" she laughed, not taking him seriously.
"A nap," he agreed. "Daddy's angel is tired. I can tell."
A small frown creased her brow. "But...."
"No buts," he insisted. Then he pulled her close and kissed
her forehead before continuing seriously. "Come on, Jess. You are
tired."
"A nap?" she asked again dubiously.
Suddenly he understood her hesitation. "A time out," he
assured her, realizing she feared an ulterior motive, perhaps
similar to the liberties he had taken the night before. By
offering a time out she could sleep unmolested and escape again for
another short period of privacy. What she didn't know was that he
too needed some time, to do a little planning.
Following her up the stairs, Kevin couldn't resist a few
playful slaps to her bottom. It was too tempting in the tight fit
of her jeans and made him toy a moment with the idea of joining
her.
But she was eager for the time alone.
"I can do this myself," she tried to stall at the bedroom
door, glancing at him doubtfully.
He would respect her wishes then. Raising his hands, Kevin
was the picture of innocence. "Daddy only wants to tuck you in."
Sure enough, once she had disappeared into the bathroom, he
merely made up the bed, adding sheets and blankets and topping it
with a comforter, and sat patiently to wait. When she returned,
wearing an emerald green satin nightshirt, her look of surprise was
reward enough.
Poor Jess, he thought wickedly as he helped her beneath the
covers. He had made her so suspicious and couldn't resist playing
on it. Suddenly feeling a little guilty about that, he tried to
make amends by having her roll on her stomach and massaging her
shoulders until her eyes grew heavy and slipped closed and her
breathing grew slow and regular.
Careful not to wake her, Kevin pulled the comforter around her
and quietly withdrew. Downstairs he poured a snifter of brandy,
lit a fire in the parlor's fireplace, and reached for his cellular
phone.
End of Chapter 3
Healing Jess
Part 7
By: Liette
A faint ringing drew Jessica from slumber. Disoriented, it took
her
a moment to recall where she was. She wasn't used to sleeping during
the
day and it had admittedly left her fuzzy. Regaining a semblance of
coherency, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. An instant later, she
threw
back the covers.
Thank God! she thought, looking herself over carefully. Kevin
had
been true to his word and hadn't attempted anymore handiwork.
Everything
was just as it should be, nothing else missing, nothing added.
But what now? she had to wonder. Kevin wasn't finished with
her,
that she was sure of. Still, how long did he plan to carry this out?
Usually, by now he would be on the verge of relenting, but so far she
had
seen no indication. In fact, if anything, he seemed more determined.
And what of his puzzling behavior? He was being much more lenient
than
usual and that had her worried.
"You're up."
Kevin's voice made Jessica jump and whirl. He raised his
eyebrows
at her reaction, but didn't chide her.
"I... I thought I heard something," she stammered uncertainly.
"Probably the wind," he supplied, reclining in the doorway.
"It's
picked up since we came in."
Cocking her head, Jessica could indeed hear the distant sounds
of
rattling window panes. She looked back at her husband. He was still
watching her.
"Do you want me to get dressed?" she asked when he didn't offer
any
instructions.
"Are you cold?"
"No," she realized aloud, noting the warmth for the first time.
"Did you turn up the heat?"
"A little," he admitted, finally leaving the doorway to come and
take her hands. "Daddy doesn't want his baby to catch a chill."
In other words, don't dress, she decided. Damn. "You aren't
afraid
of drafts?"
"I've started a fire," he countered, pulling her to him.
When she was pressed against him, Kevin captured her lips in a
deep
kiss. Instinctively, her arms went around his neck and his hands ran
down to cup her bottom.
"Besides," he added, slipping his fingers into her panties and
kneading the firm flesh. "Daddy intends to keep his precious girl
very,
very warm."
"Does he?" Jessica purred, too content to fear his motives.
"Oh, yes," her husband murmured.
Much to her disappointment, Kevin soon slid his hands free and
held
her to arms length. Without speaking, he turned her around and
signaled
for her to close her eyes and wait. She did and a moment later
something
soft and velvety was placed over her face. It covered her eyes in a
wide
band and was tightened around her head to keep them shut.
The sudden realization that she was to blinded didn't bother
Jessica. It was common enough, even when she wasn't being punished.
Though the first time he had done it had made her heart trill with
panic,
she now accepted it without comment, secretly relishing the
heightened
sensations it gave and the complete trust it demanded.
Still silent, Kevin didn't waste any time admiring his work. He
swept her into his arms and she felt their progress as he carried her
unerringly down the stairs and into the front parlor. When he set
her
down, the silken threads and encompassing crackling heat told she was
on
the sheepskin in front of a blazing fire.
"Are you hungry?"
Kevin's voice startled her, but she only nodded eagerly. She
didn't
know how long she'd slept, but she was starving again. She felt his
movements around her and then next to her as he sat on the rug.
"Open your mouth, baby."
The morsel of biscuit he dropped on her tongue was moist and
flaky
and tinged with cinnamon. One of her favorites. She suckled it to
paste, savoring the flavor, then opened her mouth for another. For a
long while Kevin continued to feed her, adding bits of goat's cheese
and
an occasional sip of fragrant tea. In the end, when she reluctantly
declined another tidbit, not wanting to stuff herself uncomfortably,
he
wiped her chin and conveyed his satisfaction though another kiss.
When
he finally pulled back, she sighed wistfully.
"Lie on your stomach, love," he said, his voice riding the faint
click of the plate and cup being set on the coffee table.
Content and sated, she rolled over, not even minding that he
slipped
her panties off of her as she did. A soft pillow was placed under
her
chin and she stretched lazily, enjoying the feel of sheepskin on her
naked pubis where the tail of her shirt had ridden up. There were
more
faint noises, muted by the fire's hiss, but she hardly paid attention
until she felt her husband's hands on her ankles.
"Open up for Daddy," Kevin insisted when she tensed reflexively
against his attempts to spread her legs.
She relaxed and he gently pulled them apart. More curious than
apprehensive she waited for what he would do next.
It took her completely by surprise.
Half expecting him to tease her with his fingers or fondle her
fanny
at the very least, she was unprepared for the stiff bar that she
suddenly
found strapped between her ankles.
"Kev?" She started to shift.
"Don't move," he said sweetly, placing a calming hand on the back
of
her thigh.
Before she could even think of another query, Jessica felt the
cold
arc of a brace hug her left calf and knee and a velcro cuff being
fastened around the lower part of her thigh. A second was quickly
fitted
to the right. Startled, she tried to wiggle away, but found her
knees
locked into place, unable to bend.
"Kevin?" This time her voice was tinged with worry. It wasn't
often
that Kevin used the clinical looking braces, only when he felt she
was
likely to try to evade him. Seriously try. Another set could easily
be
used on her arms, so she tucked them protectively beneath her.
Not that it did any good. Without answering Kevin moved around
her,
a faint rustling on the rug, and pulled her wrists out from under
her.
"Please, don't," she begged, alarmed now.
"Hush, baby," he responded. "You aren't fussing are you?"
Terribly afraid he would gag her, Jessica shook her head and let
him
extend her arms above her head. He didn't use the braces, but almost
as
bad, he secured them with the satin lined handcuffs, threading them
first
around the heavy immovable leg of the sofa.
"What are you doing?" she pleaded softly.
"Daddy has a surprise for you," he breathed so close to her ear
that
she started. Laughing, he lapped it once and straddled her,
balancing
over the small of her back.
Beginning at her neck, Kevin pressed his fingers deeply into
Jessica's spine. She stiffened at first, but slowly began to relax
when
he only proceeded to give her one his much adored back rubs. He
continued massaging and kneeding her tensed muscles until he had her
reduced to little more than a puddle of jelly.
Half dozing under his skillful caresses, listening to him softly
hum
an old time waltz, Jessica let her mind drift further and further
away.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realize that
her
husband had removed his weight from her until she felt him tugging at
the
pillow under her head.
"Wha...?" she began.
"Shush," he quieted her. "Daddy needs this."
She let him take it and nuzzled her face contentedly against the
satiny sheepskin. When he raised her gently and slipped it, doubled
over, under her hips, it took a full minute for her to register the
fact
that her bottom was now elevated and vulnerably spread.
"Kev...?" She began again, suddenly fully awake.
"Don't say a word," her husband spoke over her concerned
protest.
"Unless you'd rather not have a choice."
The threat quieted her until his light touch along her exposed
cleft made her voice her alarm again.
"Not a word," Kevin insisted, making her bite her tongue. "Be
good
and let Daddy take care of you. He knows what's best."
When his finger gently traced her anus, Jessica might have
abandoned
caution, but the faint squish and cold dollop of K-Y stole the words
away. Panicked, she started to squeeze her cheeks together, but a
sharp
slap and the confining braces kept her from completing the effort.
An
instant later his finger was poking its way inside of her.
"Don't fight me, baby," Kevin commanded softly, registering the
resistance to his intrusion.
Despite her rebellion his finger began to move more easily
helped
by the lubrication. Ignoring her tiny gasps, muted by the sheepskin,
he
removed it and quickly applied a second dose, sliding in deeply and
slowly withdrawing. When he was finished he patted her cheeks.
"There," he said. "That wasn't so terrible, was it? Now
Daddy's
going to do like he did last night and he doesn't want you to fuss."
What did he mean? Jessica didn't understand when he parted her
cheeks wide. Surely he couldn't mean to give another treatment, it
was
too soon, but except for the diaper....
Something rounded and firm touched her anus and, like the spark
of
a match, she suddenly remembered the strange object he had used to
hold
the water.
A plug?!
"No, Kevin! Please!" Jessica wailed, determined to be heard
despite
the fear of being gaged. Until last night he had never even owned
such
a thing. Using it to aide her treatment was one thing, but....
Her pleas had no effect. Kevin continued pressing the plug
slowly
into her while keeping her still with a firm hand on her back. She
wept
and jerked, straining against the cuffs, but it continued to slip
forward, stretching her wider, until finally her sphincter closed
abruptly over its thin base. A broad rim held it in, without
allowing
it to disappear inside of her. Through her horror, Jessica realized
that
this object was different from the one he'd used before. It was
thinner,
not painful or unbearably uncomfortable, but it was also longer and
filled her to the point where she reflexively wanted to expel it.
"Take it out!" she cried, pushing down with no success.
"Please!
I don't like it! Please take it out!"
"Jess." Kevin ignored her violent attempts to free her wrists
and
came to stroke her hair. "Be still and you'll get used to it."
"No, I don't want to!" she screamed, twisting her head away.
"Jessica." He sounded firmer now. "Listen to Daddy. You had a
difficult time last night, it wouldn't hurt you any to get used to
having
something in your backside. Think of how easy it'll make your next
treatment."
"No! I don't care! I'm not taking anymore treatments!" Jessica
screeched, beyond caution and rebelling in helplessness, not to
mention
horrified at the thread of excitement that was growing between her
legs.
"I'll leave first! I'll escape and then I'll...!"
Whap!
The smooth object that smacked her writhing buttocks was
unmistakably a varnished wooden paddle.
Jessica gasped at the sting and let out a yowl.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Three more blows hit her in rapid succession.
"You'll what?" Kevin asked, surprisingly calm.
Divorce you, were the next words on her lips, but she was
sobbing
too hard to say them. He wasn't trying to hurt her, not really, but
the
sting of each blow and her helplessness to avoid them was severely
damaging her pride. It was just as well. If she had uttered such an
obvious lie, Kevin would have rewarded her accordingly.
"Well?"
No answer.
Whap!
"Jess?"
She bit her lip.
Whap! Whap!
Jessica could take no more. "Don't please. I... I'll be good,"
she
finally chocked, weeping with defeat.
"Really?"
The paddle had come to rest on her cheeks and, desperate,
Jessica
nodded against the rug. "I promise. I'll be good."
The paddle disappeared and Kevin's hands lightly soothed the
sting
away. "That's my girl," he cooed.
Humiliated, Jessica lay still and let him fondle her. Presently
he
moved away again, undid the braces, and removed the bar from between
her
ankles. Setting them somewhere out of the way, he then guided her to
her
knees and told her be still. She did as she was told and a moment
later
she felt the discipline belt being fastened around her. When it was
in
place, Kevin removed the handcuffs, sat her up, and refastened them
so
that they were clipped through one the belt's rings, keeping her
hands
at her waist.
"Just to be sure," he explained, knowing her too well to allow
total
freedom. "Now come here, my precious love, and let Daddy make it all
better."
Jessica didn't want to, she was furious with him, but she
couldn't
bring herself to disobey. His spanking had done more than sting her
bottom, it had pressed the plug deeper with each blow, making it's
presence all the more poignant, and she couldn't bear the thought of
him
repeating it. She didn't resist then when he took her elbows and
drew
her to her feet.
After holding her close a moment, trying to convey his
reassurance,
Kevin drew her with him and sat her on the sofa. The plug shifted
under
the pressure and she winced at the strange feel of it.
"Lie back and relax," Kevin instructed, beginning to ease her
down.
Sulking, she let him lay her flat, lifting her legs to stretch
full
length. There were soft rustling noises and then Kevin raised her
shoulders and slid behind her, pulling one leg around her so she was
reclining between his muscular thighs. He was bare now, she felt,
and
definitely excited. His hardened member pressed firmly along the
ridge
of her spine.
Damn him! she thought. How dare he! He was thoroughly enjoying
himself, loving every minute of her humiliation. How dare he force
something foreign up inside of her and sit back to watch her squirm.
Angry, and determined not give him the pleasure, Jessica lay stiff
and
tense, ignoring his comforting caresses to her arms and stomach.
After a while the hardness in her back softened and, absurdly,
Jessica began to feel guilty. His caresses hadn't stopped, but he
seemed
to have lost his enthusiasm. Despite the unnatural fullness she
still
felt and the fact that he had caused it, she carefully rolled to her
side
and curled against his chest. His arms tucked around her and his
hand
pressed her face tenderly to his shoulder. She began to feel better.
Kevin was glad when he finally regained enough control to subdue
his
aching member. He knew Jessica was angry over what he had forced on
her
and hated the way his body had betrayed him. He should have simply
left
her alone for a while, allowed himself time to tame his hormones, but
he
had needed so badly to hold her, to feel her warm and secure against
his
skin. Besides, at this stage in his plans, it was important that she
knew he was there, loving and supporting her.
Not that that was the only thing on his mind, he was forced to
admit. After calling Frawling's and placing his order, a few items
of
which the slim "beginner's" plug was only the first, he had played in
his
mind the events he had so recently just enacted. He couldn't deny
that
the feel of her satiny insides as he spread and lubricated them drove
him
near to the edge of insanity. Imagining and then seeing her
puckering
entrance flex and yield to the plug's intrusion filled him with
fanciful
visions of her doing the same for him. He could almost feel the
friction
of her anus, her strong muscles tightening around him, drawing him in
and....
And if he didn't stop now, he would be enduring another cold
shower.
He had already allowed himself to get carried away once today and had
barely had time to throw his clothes back on and dash from one of the
guest baths to receive Frawling's delivery man before the doorbell
stirred his wife enough to investigate.
Oh, Jess, he thought now, trying to ease the tension from her
rigid
body, knowing that it would be some time before she would be ready to
make that move, please try to relax. If she did, he was sure she
would
find his efforts enjoyable. When she finally relented and snuggled
against him, it was like an answer to his prayers.
Holding her close, Kevin stroked her hair for while and then
slowly
began making lazy circles down her back and shoulders. He loved the
feel
of her, the sense that she was cuddling close in search of security.
Beneath his fingers he felt the tease of her satin shirt and forced
himself to move even slower. The sensation was traveling straight
through him, all the way to his loins, and he was afraid his reaction
would upset her.
But upset seemed to be the furthest thing from his wife's mind.
When his fingers began to still, Jessica wiggled her back against
them
and nipped his ear.
All of his painstaking efforts at control were instantly
obliterated. Kevin's member jumped to attention, defiantly demanding
attention. Glancing down, he nearly groaned at the sight, but
suddenly
saw something that gave him pause. Jessica had raised her leg to
innocently drape his knees, but in doing so had revealed something
her
lost curls might otherwise have hidden. Like his own triumphant
manhood,
the glistening nub of her clit had poked its way up though moistened
lips
to stare at him in expectation. Aroused by a combination of
sensations,
wanted or not, his precious baby was getting excited!
Pretending he hadn't noticed, Kevin let his hand still
completely
and waited for her reaction.
It came as a light trail of kisses that wet his neck and teased
his
ear. When it got her no where, she traced her tongue along the
seashell
folds, trying to coax him.
With effort of will, Kevin stood his ground.
Presently, Jessica grew desperate enough to rub herself
enticingly
against his leg. At the same time she placed her lips lightly
against
his ear. "Make love to me," she whispered huskily.
Kevin's heart stopped. The words he had been waiting for! But
with
a calm that was definitely forced, he only asked, "Jess?"
"Please," she begged, tracing her tongue along his lobe. "Make
love
to me."
Again she pressed herself against his leg, rubbing slowly
against
his thigh, and at the moist feel of her Kevin could stand no more.
Clutching her waist he rolled and lifted her on top of him. Jessica
bent
forward, straddling his hips, and rested her bound hands to stroke
gently
against his stomach. At the same time she leaned into him and ran
her
mouth and tongue teasingly in small circles up the center of chest,
across the arc of his throat, and over the curve of his chin where
they
immediately seized control of his lips. Close to loosing himself in
a
frenzy, Kevin twined his tongue with hers and wrapped his arms around
her, drawing her closer.
"Oh, Yes!" she breathed into his mouth when she realized his
excitement, filling him with the warm sweet taste of her as she
swayed
her hips seductively against his manhood.
Sliding his hands down and over her back, Kevin grasped her
buttocks, wanting her desperately. He raised her up and was just
preparing to ease her onto his wanting member, when he suddenly
recalled
the plug. Pleased with her progress and ready to reward her, he
touched
the end of it lightly.
"Jess, do you want me to take this out?" he whispered, barely
able
to keep himself in check.
Her entire body went rigid and Kevin suddenly realized he had
just
touched on a very sensitive point. Ducking her head to his neck,
Jessica
didn't answer.
Why? he asked silently. The answer was simple, yes or no. Or
was
it? Despite initial resistance, the plug had aroused her. Was she
still
ashamed of that? He had tried to reassure her and had thought she
understood. Was her response more complicated than overcoming a few
inhibitions then? The answer had to be yes, but the reason eluded
him.
Conscious of the fact that she had begun to tremble, Kevin
decided
he would have to help her, at least until he understood more about
this
puzzling mystery. "I'll take it out if you want me to," he offered
softly. "But Daddy thinks its very sexy. Do you want me to leave
it?"
It was still her choice, but he had tipped the balance. Very
slowly, Jessica nodded.
Smiling at the small success and knowing better than to force a
vocal answer, Kevin didn't give her time to reconsider. He lifted
and
penetrated her in one swift motion.
Their love making was fantastic.
Kevin gripped her narrow waist, guiding her, as Jessica rocked
on
her knees to meet his powerful thrusts. The perfect counter, she
matched
his every stroke, sharing equal passion and pleasure, taking him
deeper
and deeper with each panting, gasping breath, until suddenly, caught
in
the tide of blinding desire, she lost all reserve and took control of
their movements, throwing her head back and riding him with sheer and
utter abandon until....
"Sainted Mother!" Kevin's world shook and exploded, graying to
blackness before bursting forth in a shower of tiny white sparks.
Over him, Jessica shook with her own convulsion of delight.
Body
rigid, back bowed, she lifted her blind face toward the ceiling and
gave
one long, deep cry before suddenly collapsing forward to sprawl
limply
against his heaving chest.
Regaining his wind, Kevin stroked his wife's dampened head where
it
had bent against him and lightly kissed her hair. "God, you are so
beautiful," he breathed, feeling the deepest sense of contentment.
Without giving it much thought he simultaneously smoothed his hand
down
her back and reached between her cheeks to withdrew the plug, tossing
it
to the floor.
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
Jessica's sudden cry startled him, but not so much as the force
with
which her trim legs gripped him as she convulsed in a second and
nearly
as forceful release. Overcoming shock, he quickly seized her to keep
her
from toppling until moments later the palsy left her and she
collapsed,
shaking and panting, back against him.
Several silent minutes passed.
"Baby?" Kevin was caught now between the urge to laugh his
delight
and concern over the fact that his wife hadn't moved.
"Oh, God," she finally whispered, weak and shaky. "Oh, Kevin,
I'm
so sorry."
Despite the teary note to her voice, Kevin couldn't completely
suppress his joy. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Jessica
truly was as susceptible to anal eroticism as he had first suspected.
The only question left was the odd puzzle of her denial.
"Why, baby?" he asked, hoping to solve it. "What are you sorry
for?"
"I... I didn't mean to," she sniffled.
"Didn't mean to what? Have two orgasms in a row?" he asked
bluntly,
lifting her chin with a gentle hand. "Jess, you're not doing much
for
my pride here."
Kevin's efforts to keep a handle on his frustration were
generously
rewarded. A tiny smile trembled on her lips.
"You don't care?" she asked in a small voice.
Kevin had to scrape his chin off of his chest. What a
ridiculous
question! "Of course I care," he insisted. "I think it's wonderful
that
my baby feels so good."
Jessica seemed to melt against him in a mixture of exhaustion
and
relief. He knew he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of her question,
but
at least he seemed to have given the right answer. Sooner or later,
he
vowed, he was going to figure all this out.
But not right now.
Rolling her to her side, Kevin slowly eased himself from within
her.
Jessica made a soft noise and sighed, increasing his satisfaction and
bolstering his pride.
Only when Kevin felt he was recovered enough to move again,
nearly
half an hour later, did he reluctantly slip out from behind his wife
and
stand. Stretching a moment, he bent and helped her to sit, removing
both
the cuffs and the discipline belt.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked when he put his arms under
her
and gathered her up.
"To the den, precious. Daddy wants you to rest for a while."
Ignoring the small frown that flitted across her lips, Kevin
carried
his wife to the back of the house where their private den was tucked.
This room saw very few visitors and was decorated much more casually
then
the others, with a large comfortably worn couch, a big screen TV, and
a
mismatched assortment of pillows and afghans. He laid Jessica on the
couch, covered her, and removed her blindfold.
"I need to get a little work done, so I want you to watch TV and
be
a good girl," he informed her.
"Work?" She blinked up at him.
It was unusual, he had to admit. Kevin hated working on the
weekends. Unfortunately, his distraction the day before had kept him
from wrapping up a few important details.
"Only a little," he explained. Then, unable to resist, "I just
didn't have enough time after lunch with Marcus yesterday."
Jessica flushed at the reminder and wisely kept her mouth shut.
She
probably feared that pursuing it would lead to more punishment. He
wouldn't tell her until later then that he'd already figured that in.
Determined not to let anticipation delay him any further, Kevin
handed her the TV remote and retreated to his study.
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My address has been altered to combat
automatic SPAMING.
Hint: There is no machine called
DELETE_THIS at mindspring.com.
Get it?
Rufus T. Firefly
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