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When they returned to the house, Victor walked her to her car. Alice hugged him once again.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"  Victor really wanted to know.

"For not being ashamed to show me your emotions."

Victor took her face in his hands.  "We are together embarking on a very intense partnership.  There can be no walls between us."

Chapter Twelve

The work week went by quickly, and soon it was Friday.  Alice called Ray and asked him to meet her after work at Ricardo's for their long-awaited happy hour rendezvous.  Ray was waiting when she got there, along with what seemed like half of the staff from his high school.  Alice's heart sank.  She didn't want their old friends seeing them together, plus she really needed to talk to Ray alone.  Ray was a social being though, and she knew she shouldn't be surprised, so she good-naturedly joined in the fun.  After an hour or so, the crowd thinned out, and soon they were alone.

"Do you want to stay for dinner, babe?" Ray asked, wondering why Alice wasn't rushing off like usual.

"No, Ray," she declined.  "I filled up on those dollar tacos."

Ray grinned.  "So did I."

"Ray, I thought we were going to have happy hour alone.  I really need to talk to you."

Ray looked surprised.

"Well, we're alone now.  What's up?"  He leaned forward, eager to hear what was on her mind.  She looked especially lovely, her hair down, wearing a slim skirt, her long legs and high heels so very distracting.

"Eyes up here, Ray."

Her ex had always been a leg-man, although he had always preferred more muscular thighs than she possessed.  The man really should have married a jock.

"Ray, I want to talk about your offer to have the girls and me spend the holidays with you.  You have to know that isn't going to happen."

Ray's face fell; she could see that he was keenly disappointed.

"I am sorry, but I think it would send the wrong message to the girls if we pretend to be together, even for a few weeks."

"Wrong message? What are you talking about?" Ray's tone was hurt and angry.  We are a family; that'll never change.  In what way would that be pretending?  It would send one message and one message only—that we are grown-up enough to put our differences aside and just be together as a family when the occasion warrants it."

Alice looked at him.  Vintage Ray.  He used to be able to talk her into just about anything by confusing the issue and then sealing the deal by acting angry, knowing how much Alice hated confrontation.  She now saw how manipulative his behavior was.

"No Ray, it would confuse the girls, give them false hope that we might get back together.  It would be cruel to do that when it's not going to happen."

"How do you know it's not going to happen?  Aw, come on Alice, I'm not asking you to remarry me, just have a nice holiday season together."

"To be honest Ray, I don't want to give you the wrong message either.  You are welcome to come over at any time when the girls are home for the holidays, but we aren't shacking up together again—for the holidays or vacations or for any other reason.  It's over.  For good."

"Are you seeing someone, Alice?" Ray asked, staring at her closely.

"Why do you ask that?" Alice replied.

"Because this isn't like you.  Normally you …"

"I what, Ray?  Normally I what?  Go along with anything you can fast talk me—or bully me—into?

"Hey, hey, hey," Ray said, raising his hands as if he was demonstrating that he wasn't armed.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not that same shy nineteen-year-old girl you married.  I didn't know what I wanted back then or what I was capable of."

"You were kind of a mess back then," Ray agreed, smiling fondly.

"Excuse me?"  Alice said, getting upset.  She kept her voice steady though.  "I was a 'mess'?"

"Yeah, you didn't even know how to look people in the eye and talk to them, and yet you were getting a degree in Communications?  It was hysterical.  I knew you weren't going to make it in front of the camera as a news anchor."

"Well thank you for rescuing me," Alice said snidely.  She leaned forward, her voice growing quieter the angrier she got.  "I was the same age our daughters are now when we met.  Do you think either one of them is in any way ready for marriage, or to know what their life's work will be?  They aren't even ready for steady boyfriends.  You took advantage of my confusion at that age and moved in for the kill.  It's over, Ray."

Alice threw her napkin down.  She reached inside her purse and pulled out a twenty, tossing it down on the table.  She didn't want to be beholden to that man for anything, not even a drink tab.

"Now honey, don't be like that," Ray said, disappointed that she was leaving under these circumstances.  Alice stalked out of the restaurant without looking back.  She went home and was pleased to find her Mom there.

"Mom, can we talk?" she asked.  Her mother put down her book and turned, giving Alice her undivided attention.

First she told her about Ray and his holiday offer.  She explained why she'd turned it down, and her mom agreed that it was probably a wise choice.

"I believe it would have been bittersweet for the children to know that the family reunion was only temporary, more sad than happy," Doris agreed.  "They can see their father whenever they want; you don't have to be there all the time."

"There's something else, Mom—or rather, someone else. I know you already figured that out."

Her Mom nodded.  "And you're ready to tell me about him?"

"Yup, ready as I'll ever be.  When you go to The Beaten Path, have you ever met the owner?" Alice asked.

"The vampire?  That's what my friends and I call him.  His name is Victor.  I know exactly who you're referring to."

Alice watched her Mom as she took it in.  "Why Alice, that isn't who you're dating, is it?"

Alice took a deep breath and plunged in.

"Yes, Mom, Victor and I have become close."

"Well, I'll be damned," her mom said, sitting back in her chair, looking stunned.  "He's very attractive, in a romance-novel-cover sort of way."

Alice smiled.  She'd thought the same thing.

"He seems so private, though, not like a real person one could actually date.  How did you break through that wall?" her mom asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, Victor pursued me, actually.  There was an intense attraction between us, and slowly but surely we got closer.  He's a widower from Europe who has two grown children."

"I have to ask this question, Alice.  Do you let him do BDSM things to you?"

"Yes, but more as trust exercises than anything else," Alice explained.

Her Mom thought about this.  "Well, he's probably some kind of expert.  He'd know what he was doing, that's for sure."

"He's the best Mom.  He's all about safe, sane, consensual play and safewords.  The BDSM world is close to his heart and he tries to educate and encourage the community.  But that's a very small part of what makes him special.  Besides the accent and his looks, he's kind and caring and affectionate.  He's patient and protective.  And he's very chivalrous, which is quite a departure from most men these days."

"That's very true.  It's like he's displaced in time."

Alice tipped her head, staring at her Mom.  "That's exactly how I see him.  You know, it's funny how you and I see things so similarly.  So you think I made the right decision about not spending the holidays with Ray?"

"Sweetheart, if you'd moved back into that house, you'd never have left again, and it's obvious that you've moved on.  You're a young woman, Alice, with a huge chunk of life still ahead of you.  You have my blessing.  Be careful and have fun.  You are on quite an adventure, young lady!"

Alice smiled.  She thought of it as a journey; her Mom thought of it as an adventure.  Alice got up and leaned over, giving her Mom a kiss.  She started up the stairs.

"So, who's coming over for Thanksgiving dinner?" her Mom called after her.

"Victor has other plans for the holidays,; maybe he'll join us next year.  This year, it's you and I and the girls.  We'll let will let Ray come and go as he pleases."

Her mom smiled, "That sounds perfect.  You are a very wise lady, Alice."

"And you are a great lady, you know that?" she said, turning to smile at her mother.

Epilogue

Two months later

Victor was cooking Sunday brunch for Alice.  He looked over at his exquisite little sub.  She was sitting in an armchair, completely naked, wearing a ball gag in her mouth.  Her legs were parted and spread over the arms of the chair, to which she was bound—her pussy on display.

It had taken her a good half-hour just to stop blushing after Victor had put her into the provocative position. Victor turned away and grinned to himself.  He knew Alice hated being bound, which meant of course, that he loved it.  He knew the inability to close her legs was eating away at her, and he enjoyed watching her thoughts play out on her oh-so-expressive face.

"Ten more minutes until breakfast, Alice.  By the way, I am very much enjoying the view," he teased her, opening the oven and checking the contents.  He was making her a favorite dish from his childhood, Quiche Anna.

Alice moaned and wriggled.  Victor came over and knelt before her.  He inserted one long finger deep inside. She was sopping wet and continued to moan as he thrust his finger in and out. Now he upped the ante, adding a second finger to the first.  Victor had slender hands.  In time they would attempt a fisting, but not today.  He closed his eyes, imagining Alice lying before him, completely open, her vagina clutching his hand as he eased his well-lubricated fist inside of her.  Would she open herself up to him in that manner?

Victor had recently met Alice's ex-husband Ray, a most common fellow, whom he knew would never be so daring.  He had not deserved such an exquisite treasure as the woman currently at Victor's mercy.  Alice rolled her eyes at him, her nostrils flaring over her gag as she wantonly pulsed around his thrusting fingers.  It did not at all surprise him that the foolish Ray had lost his treasure, tossing her aside without even realizing what he had.

Binding Alice was always an adventure.  She was far too independent for a sub and had many delightful lessons to learn, which he was devoted to teaching.  He checked for her safe "word"—tapping fingers in this instance, since the gag left her unable to speak.  No, her hands were still—well, except for clenching her hands into fists so tightly that her nails were leaving half-moons in her palms.

He bent forward and kissed the seat of her pleasure, the swollen clit that was straining towards him, begging for attention. Her eyes were pleading; it was obvious what she wanted.

"Mmmmm, delicious," Victor said, licking his lips.  Alice looked as if she could come with the slightest provocation.  Should he provide it or shouldn't he?  "Would you mind if I helped myself to an appetizer, so to speak?"

Alice leaned her head back against the chair and moaned.  She had just about reached her limit.  Apparently she was the appetizer; Victor dipped his head and began to tongue her.  Alice closed her eyes.  She was so excited she thought she'd scream.  She was just about there, just about to reach her peak when suddenly they heard a bell.

"Our quiche is finished, my darling.  I must go get it before it dries out," Victor lifted his head to cheerfully announce.

If Alice had a free leg, she would have kicked him!  Sometimes being with Victor could be extraordinarily frustrating, but she couldn't say she hadn't been warned.  And it wasn't fair—he got to see everything with her bound in this way, but he was completely covered up.  She wished she were enjoying the sight of his beautiful naked body.  Alice leaned against the chair-back.  She wondered how being bound could be so exhausting.

Victor had taken the quiche from the oven.  Alice watched, frustrated, as he cut two slices and arranged them on a tray, along with drinks.  She stirred in anticipation when he set the tray down and took a seat in a nearby chair.  Was he going to untie a hand so she could eat?  She watched Victor slowly eat his quiche and drink his mimosa while enjoying the view of her unwilling exposure.  She began to kick her feet and squeal, acting like a spoiled little brat.

Victor stopped eating and looked at her, tilting his head to the side.  "No begging, my little one.  You will get your food when it's time and not before."

He hid a smile as Alice glared at him.  She was in no position to complain, not with that ball gag in her mouth.

"You have much to learn, my dear.  You know why you are bound.  Last night you came without my permission.  You know better than that.  You may only orgasm when I allow it."

Alice moaned behind her gag, her eyes opening wide.  She tried to speak around her gag, to tell him she could not help it, but all that came out were disjointed sounds and a bit of drool.  Last night he had driven her to the brink repeatedly while doing some incredible things to her body.  Finally he had touched her a little too long and she'd come, loudly and with great intensity.  Her master had not been pleased.

"Are you frowning at me?  That could be dangerous, beloved."

Alice felt a thrill of fear course through her.

Victor took his plate to the sink and washed up; then he returned to stand in front of Alice.  "It is time to see to your needs; you have waited long enough.  Are you ready?"

Alice nodded eagerly, starting to get even wetter.  Victor ignored his little sub's naughtiness and instead sat before her and removed her gag.  Alice worked her jaw, trying to ease the ache.  He reached up with her napkin and dabbed her chin.

"Not a word now.  It is time to eat your breakfast."

Alice bit back a groan.  She did want to eat.  The quiche smelled wonderful, but there was something that she wanted much, much more. Victor, as usual, read her mind.

"Now don't be greedy, little one—first things first."

He cut a piece of her quiche and held it up with his fingers.  Alice's cheeks flamed red again.  Was he feeding her?  She slowly opened her mouth, watching him as he inserted the bite of food into her mouth.  She chewed and swallowed it down.