A Kink in Her Tails (13 page)

Wrenching his wayward hormones back into line, Adam nodded approvingly. “Good girl. Now we can go home.”

He reached over and turned the key in the ignition.

Chapter 5

Laura couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. Every fiber of her being was sexually aroused. She could smell her own scent and feel the slight brush of her own breaths against her naked flesh.

Every truck that passed them on the highway was a potential terror, every SUV that loomed large beside them a cause for fear.

“Don’t worry. They can’t see you.”

Adam seemed to be able to read her thoughts. But then he was used to this, she supposed.

She shifted, feeling the car seat beneath her and allowing the sensation to arouse her even more. A little moan escaped her throat and she shivered.

“Are you cold?” Adam was obviously attuned to her body.

“No, not at all. Thank you. Sir.”

Adam glanced over and grinned. “You make an excellent sub, pet. Spread your legs wider.” Damn him. How could she? The pants were tight around her thighs. She wriggled.

“Uh-huh. Keep that jacket open. Think about how you’re going to move before you do it.” Laura clenched her teeth and eased her pants further down, while making sure her jacket stayed where it was. There. She’d done it.

“Good girl.” Adam casually reached down and cupped her dripping pussy.

She groaned. “God, Adam. Careful…”

He ground his hand into her clit, making her gasp, then pulled it away and put it back on the steering wheel.

“Are you questioning me?” His words were sharp and surprisingly cutting.

“No, no…” she immediately responded. Damn, he was good.

“Good. Keep your legs spread open, pet. We’ll be home soon.” And then what? She wanted to ask. How do I get upstairs with my boobs hanging out? Is he going to allow me to dress, or do I have to shuffle up the back elevator with my pants down?

Strangely enough, the thought of such a thing was arousing, and Laura found her body relaxing into its nakedness. She felt light and joyful, ready to follow the slightest instructions from her…her husband? Her Dom? What was he? And what was he becoming?

They pulled into the quiet parking lot behind their apartment building and Adam turned off the engine.

He turned to Laura.

“You will now fasten the middle two buttons of your jacket and the button of your pants. You will leave your fly open for my hands should I decide to touch your pussy. We will take the main elevator to our apartment. If we are joined by others, you will turn to me and press yourself against me, resting your head on my chest. Do you understand?”

His voice was firm, his instructions simple.

She nodded. “Yes. I understand.”

They got out of the car and Laura arranged herself as instructed. Adam carried the package and Laura’s bag.

Praying for solitude, Laura crossed the brightly lit hall to the elevators, keeping her hands lowered in front of her. She wasn’t too worried about her jacket hanging open, but she could feel the brush of cool air on her pussy. It was unnerving to say the least.

The doors slid apart and they got in, but just before they closed, a voice yelled “Adam, hold up…” and a man ran onto the elevator and stood, catching his breath.

It was Jason Burke, the quiet and reclusive owner of the penthouse condominium.

“Thanks,” he murmured, nodding politely to Laura.

“My pleasure,” answered Adam quietly. His gaze fell on his wife.

Mindful of his instructions, Laura turned slightly and leaned against Adam. To Jason Burke, she would simply be a tired wife taking advantage of her husband’s convenient body.

However, said husband was, at that moment, slipping one hand inside her trousers and fondling her cunt.

Roughly he teased her flesh, and finding it slippery he thrust two fingers up into her, bringing a gasp to her throat that she bravely stifled.

The digital numbers chimed as the elevator rose, and within moments the doors to the sixth floor were sliding open.

Laura stumbled slightly as she and Adam moved to step out.

“Good night, Jason,” nodded Adam.

“Have a good night, Adam.” Jason Burke’s eyes met Adam’s in a long look and then he smiled at Laura.

“Oh I will. Thanks.”

The doors slid slowly closed as Laura watched Jason Burke’s face. His nostrils were flaring and he was inhaling. Deeply.

He was scenting
her.

God, she’d never be able to look him in the face again.

Blushing, she turned to follow Adam letting him precede her into their apartment.

She realized how quiet it was as the door shut behind them, locking them into their own private space.

“You did well, Laura. Would you like to continue?”

Adam posed the question formally, but Laura noticed a slight shake to his hands as he hung up his jacket.

“Yes please, Adam.” She spoke quietly but honestly. She couldn’t remember ever having such an extraordinary experience as driving home with her body naked and displayed like that. She was aroused and excited and wanted more.

Much more.

“Very well. The first thing we are going to do is to help you understand that you will be giving me control of your body. Will you please go into the bathroom and remove all your clothing? Remove your makeup as well, and wait for me there.”

A shiver of anticipation ran up Laura’s spine. Oh boy. This was going to be a night she’d long remember.

She just knew it.

She obediently turned and headed for the bathroom.

* * * * *

Adam knew his hands were shaking and was helpless to stop it. The mere thought of having Laura as his sub was sending bolts of electricity through his body, most of which ended up charging his cock to dangerously high levels. He tried desperately to recall his days of training, of quietly dominating a sub and leading her along a new path.

Ah crap. This was Laura. The woman he had loved since the moment he set eyes on her. The woman he knew was his. Rational thought was almost impossible.

But he also knew she was excited, aroused and fascinated by what he was doing to her. She wanted this, at least for tonight, and he loved her more than enough to play along.

Whether she’d understand, whether she’d embrace the concept or enjoy the experience…well these were questions that remained to be answered.

He took several deep breaths and, with some difficulty, reached for that place inside himself that had lain dormant for so long. That place that opened like a flower to admit a submissive, to welcome their gifts of control and power, and that offered love, protection and fulfillment in return. That place that allowed an exchange of something precious, something special.

Would Laura be able to go there too? How would she respond to the shift in dynamics that was about to take place?

He didn’t know. But damn, he was looking forward to finding out.

Just the thought of Laura slipping out of her suit in the bathroom and standing naked at the sink, brought a rush of heat to his groin.

Gathering himself yet again, he went into their bedroom and stripped to his skin, hurriedly divesting himself of his clothing and reaching into his closet for his robe. Not the warm fuzzy one this time, but the black silk one with the oriental dragon slithering over his shoulder and down his back.

It had been an impulse purchase that he’d had little chance to wear, but for tonight it seemed to be right.

It would be different enough that Laura would be reminded of what was changing between them. And yet not overwhelmingly strange or distracting.

The silk slid across his cock like a caress and he gritted his teeth. He’d love to be able to tell Laura that just the thought of what was to come was turning him on, but this was something he couldn’t yet share with her. First, he had to bring her up to somewhere near the same level of arousal.

He knew she was getting there. She’d been hotter than hell under his hand in the car, and the elevator had reeked of her scent.

Jason Burke had known.

Shrewd, aware and very reclusive, Jason Burke and Adam had met and chatted over the hood of Jason’

s sports car.

Adam had enjoyed the conversation with the older man, but felt no need to pursue an acquaintance.

Jason had apparently been in full agreement with Adam’s decision, because they smiled, exchanged greetings when they passed, and had shared a pleasant hour over beer at the obligatory tenants Christmas function in the little pub around the corner last year.

Adam felt there was a great deal below the surface of Jason Burke. He wasn’t surprised that the man had picked up on Laura’s fragrance.

His mind returned to Laura, who was waiting for him. He considered and discarded various possibilities, thoughts now focusing on the evening ahead.

This was a slightly different situation than a simple introductory Dom/sub encounter. This was Laura, his wife. For five years she’d borne his name, and for seven years they’d been lovers.

There was an understood familiarity between them, for each other’s bodies each other’s minds. They knew each other’s strengths, weaknesses and sensitivities. There was an enormous foundation of information for Adam to draw on, much more than he would normally have found in such a situation.

He let his mind dwell on the possibilities for a few moments, knowing that the longer Laura waited, naked, in the bathroom, the greater her level of arousal.

There was
nothing
better than the sub’s mind for beginning the adrenaline rush and exciting the body. He ran through a variety of scenarios, enjoying some, dismissing others.

What did he want to achieve tonight? Where did he want Laura to be at the end of their session? And what level of groundwork would he be able to lay for any future D/s relationship that might develop between them?

Adam sighed. These were important questions, and he would have loved a couple of weeks to work them through thoroughly. He didn’t have a couple of weeks.

So, he stuck with his basic tenet. Keep it simple. He opened a drawer and removed two scarves.

His lips curved. He’d be blatantly obvious and yet surprisingly unexpected.

Laura was in for the ride of her life.

* * * * *

While plans were being made for her evening’s entertainment, Laura was watching the goose bumps as they paraded, full force, across her naked skin. The light in the bathroom had never seemed so harsh as it did now. She critically observed every dip, bump, mole and curve, wondering if her body would stand the test of being closely observed by Adam.

After all, they’d enjoyed each other for years, but never in quite such clinical surroundings.

Suddenly the fluorescent lights seemed to glare terribly harshly off the white ceramic tiles.

Why the hell did bathrooms have to be so brilliantly lit? It wasn’t like you were going to do brain surgery in them, for heaven’s sake.

She shivered, crossing her arms and running her hands over her skin to her shoulders in an attempt to warm herself. What was he going to do to her?

She’d read plenty on suggested “scenes,” and wondered if Adam would tie her up, or blindfold her.

Would he want to wash her in the shower? Is that why she was here?

Would he spank her? Would she like being spanked? She glanced around her. Yes, her hairbrush was within reach. It was a wooden one. Of course, his was too.

There was the oddly shaped bottle of perfume that suddenly looked terribly phallic. Oh God, he wouldn’t would he?

He’d probably handcuff her. He’d have to if he wanted to do
that
.

Laura’s mind swirled round and over a million different thoughts, some crystal clear and arousing, some blurry, some downright scary. She began to wonder if she’d done the right thing. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be submissive. Maybe she should just yank his handcuffs away from him and whack
his
bottom.

She leaned on the sink and closed her eyes. Oh God. Maybe she shouldn’t be here at all.

It was too late, however. The door opened and Adam walked in.

But not
her
Adam. Not the Adam who casually dropped a kiss on her cheek every morning as he tied his tie in front of their bedroom mirror. Not the Adam who made tea for her on those nights when she was too tired to lift a finger.

And not the Adam who softly and gently brought her to climax in their bed.

This Adam was different.

He seemed almost taller in that amazing black silk robe she’d almost forgotten about. His gaze roved her body, his expression hungry. He radiated masculine sensuality as he looked her over, and she found she had lowered her eyes before his without even realizing it.

He was masterful in a subtle sense, his body language letting her know that she was there at his sufferance.

He carried two scarves. Hmm. Okay, she could handle being tied up and blindfolded. She felt her pussy flush with heat and her juices leaving their wetness between her thighs.

He nodded, as if pleased with his inspection.

“Laura, spread your legs wide.” His order was quiet but firm. There was no question in her mind. She obeyed.

“Now spread the lips of your pussy with your fingers. I wish to see whether your body is anticipating this evening with pleasure.”

He leaned against the laundry hamper, casually running the scarves between his fingers.

Laura blushed, trying to make herself remember that this was Adam her husband. He’d seen her there lots of times before. It was nothing new.

So why was she blushing?

Well, it was bright light. She was deliberately opening herself for his inspection. It was freaky, it was wild and it was making something deep inside her ache with arousal.

She slid her hand down to her mound and spread her fingers, pulling at her delicate folds. He shouldn’t have any doubts in his mind how she was reacting, because she could feel her juices dripping onto her thighs.

He clearly didn’t, because he nodded. “Very good. Wait here.” Damn the man. She was left holding her own flesh while he went away. Now what? She hoped he wasn’t going off to catch a rerun of “Law and Order” while she waited.