Emily's Passion (14 page)

She sniffed my hand once, twice, three times before she trusted me to touch her nose. I squealed with pure joy when she licked my fingers and nuzzled against them. I slowly inched them around to her ears and began to rub them softly. Within minutes, she was moving her body into position for me to rub and scratch her all over.

Almost as if a silent signal was given off, the other two slowly approached wanting their fair share of the loving. One wolf was almost a color in between white and gray and the other wolf was black with brown hi-lights. Before I knew what had happened the two were playing just like dogs and knocking me to the ground licking my face. The Alpha had quietly laid down near me observing it all.

I was in heaven. I had never been so excited or happy in my life. My wish had finally been granted, granted by Alan. I looked up at him with tears streaking down my face and whispered, “Thank you.”

I stayed in the pen petting and playing with the wolves for an hour before we decided it was time to go. We thanked Sam for his time and hospitality and were invited to come back anytime.

Alan and I sped off on the bike heading back to our hotel in the City.

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I stood staring out of the window of our hotel room looking at the beautiful lights of the City. Cars were each racing to their own points of interests for the evening and buildings down town were lit up like lights on a Christmas tree. Alan was taking a shower. I had already had mine wrapping myself up in one of their incredibly soft and fluffy white robes. I was waiting for him to come out so I could throw myself on him and attack. The only thing I wanted now was to have our bodies glued together in hot, passionate sex.

Today had been the most amazing one I had had in a very long time. It ranked right up there with first kiss, first date, wedding day, birth of first child, and birth of first grandchild. All monumental days deserving of a special place in a person’s heart. My heart was certainly overflowing. Alan driving down to surprise me, booking a room at a luxury hotel, and the wolves. His gift of the wolves suggested more to me than all the
‘I love you(s)’ gathered up and tied together with a red velvet ribbon. I would never doubt Mr. Alan Cain again. I wrapped my arms around myself anticipating the warmth of his body.

The bathroom door opened. I could see his reflection in the window standing in the doorway eyeballing me. I turned around surprised to find him with a towel wrapped around his waist. He sauntered over to me pleased with himself at the horny expression on my face.

“Is that a towel hiding your erection? Were you afraid I would have pounced on you and had my way with you?” I teased. “Because I totally would have, you know.”

He drew me into his arms burying his face in my hair inhaling a deep breath. “This is home,” Alan affirmed. “This is where I always long to be when we are apart. The fragrance of your hair, the heat of your body make me ache for you.” He kissed me with tender lips holding my face in his hands.

“Then why the towel, Alan?” I asked as he drew his lips away.

“Emily, I knew you wouldn’t take your eyes off of my cock if I didn’t have it covered. I want to have a serious discussion before we make love and we won’t be able to with your eyes glued to my dick,” he answered cocking one eyebrow.

“Okay, you got me there. You know me too well,” I laughed.

He studied the couch in the room guiding me to it with his arm around my shoulder.

“I know we’re both in a hurry but the bed is no place to have the kind of serious discussion I want to have. I wouldn’t get very far before I forgot everything I wanted to talk about,” he explained as we sat down. “I want to explain what I have been doing for the two months when I offered nothing to you about making plans to meet. Knowing you as I do, I figured you had big doubts about me. I hope I put those fears to rest this afternoon.”

“You did,” I replied with tears in my eyes.
“Your gift made me feel special and loved.”

“That was the first thing I was working on. Finding a wolf sanctuary where wolves don’t inhabit is almost impossible,” he added. “Now, I am going to tell you something and I don’t want you to freak out. Just listen to all of it before you offer your opinion, okay?”

“Okay,” I nervously answered.

“My first desire would be to go back to your house, pack it up, and move you into my home in Arkansas,” he told me. I guess my face showed shock because he held up his hands spouting, “I know—I know. You aren’t ready for that and I won’t try to cram it down your throat—yet. However, I want you to keep it in the back of your mind since it is one of my goals.”

When he saw my eyes had calmed, he continued, “Besides the wolves, the other thing I was doing was investigating a place for us to meet every two weeks. I think Tulsa is the perfect halfway point for us. Money really isn’t an issue but I think it’s crazy for me to continue to drive to the City and then turn around to take us back to Tulsa. If we met halfway, it would save time for us both.”

“That does make more sense,” I agreed.

“I did some digging and Tulsa has several munch groups that meet socially on a regular basis for eating and socializing,” he explained.

“Munch groups?” I asked.

“Yeah, in a nutshell, it is a gathering of like-minded BDSM interested people who socialize together to meet new people who are interested in the lifestyle. In talking with a few members in Tulsa, I have found a popular club that is praised for its facilities and security of its members near the area,” he answered. “Because of the nature of their interests, they keep that information private but I was able to obtain the names of a few clubs and this one sounded best.”

“Oh wow!” I remarked with big eyes.

“I thought we could check it out in a couple of weeks and meet with the owner. What do you think?” he asked.

Alan’s eyes were twinkling with excitement as he waited for my answer. This was something that obviously meant a great deal to him. I must admit I found it incredibly exciting myself. I had always wanted to visit a BDSM club since I began reading all my kinky romance novels. Now I had a Dom who would take me to one.

“Okay, little girl, don’t go silent on me. What do you really think?” he asked again.

“I am scared and excited all in one huge lump. I think it’s an awesome idea. I love it,” I squealed.

“Good, we can make plans to do that in two weeks. Of course, you know I have a fully stocked room in my home,” he added.

“No, I wasn’t aware of that. That is wonderful for you,” I teased with a wicked evil grin.

He rose taking my hands and pulling me up against his chest wrapping himself around me. “You my Emily, are a sensuously bad little girl. What am I going to do with you?” he purred.

I reached down pulling the towel from around his waist springing his cock free. “I can think of so many things that you can do with me, Dom of my heart,” I lovingly crooned.

“Come make love to me, little girl. It has been too long since we’ve shared our bodies and I can’t wait any longer to taste you and be inside of you. My heart aches for you along with my cock,” he shared with a grin.

I peered up into his blue-gray eyes brushing my finger around the moustache that I had come to love so much and
whispered, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

About the Author:

.J. Storm is an avid reader of BDSM, erotic paranormal romance, and lover of vampires and werewolves. She currently lives in the Midwestern part of the United States with her husband of 38 years.

A love of all animals in the wild, she is especially passionate about wolves and their habitat. The number one item on her Bucket List is to be able to pet and play with a group of wolves. One day she hopes to be able to do just that.

Her love of reading her favorite author’s books encouraged her to begin to write her daydreams down on paper. When not reading, writing, or taking care of her husband, she spends time with her four grandchildren and two grown children.

Emily’s Passion was written for women of age everywhere to lift up and encourage.  She believes you are not “over the hill” or “past your prime” when it comes to love, sexuality, and desire.  As long as there is breath in your lungs, you have the ability to fulfill your deepest, erotic pleasures.

A.J. Storm and her character, Emily, have a great deal in common.  Both lived a tragedy with health that threatened to shake the foundation of their lives.  Through Emily, A.J. shares her battle in a war for her mind, body, and soul.  The reader will also get a glimpse of victory and celebration of her sexuality.  A.J.’s hope is that women will take away the truth of confidence, of a secure sense of self and love of self along with the strength of knowing nothing is impossible.  The old saying “We ain’t dead yet!” is definitely a truth we need to embrace.