His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) (13 page)

"Michael, if I have this blindfold on how am I going to see my present?"

"This one I want you to feel first." Violet gave an involuntary shiver. Even after all these months his way of making the most normal thing sound so erotic still caught her off guard. "Can you keep your hands above your head or should I tie you up?"

"You want me to choose?" The thought seemed absurd?

"Either you choose or I will."

"Oh God, I guess... Tie me, I have no idea what you are going to do."

He whispered in her ear. "I knew you were going to choose that. Restraint always lets you get a little wilder." Violet could only softly moan but he knew her too well. With her hands tied together over her head and the blindfold on she was completely at his mercy. Her nipples were already hard and she had been wet since she heard his voice on the plane.

"Now Kitten, This is going to feel cold at first but it will warm up with your body heat. I'm going to start where the cold might be... interesting. Tell me what you feel."

She felt a shock of cold on one of her nipples. "Oh!", she squirmed, "It is cold, but also pebbled." Michael moved the pebbled surface over her nipple. It felt almost like a cat's tongue. "Oh, that feels good though." So he started on the other one. What ever it was it felt hard and seemed heavy but was also getting warmer the longer Michael massaged her with it. By the time he finished with her nipples they ached and she couldn't help whimpering when he stopped. "Michael, I need to feel you too."

"Always my greedy Kitten." But she heard him go around to the other side of the bed, heard the rustling of his clothes and felt the bed dip as he got in it. His body touching hers felt electric he was so warm against her. He placed a warm kiss on one of her nipples and then took her mouth. Warm, liquid kisses, sweet and rich like good port and just as likely to make her senseless but she had missed these most of all. Except that with her hands ties she couldn't touch him which was frustrating the hell out of her.

"Michael, this is too frustrating. Please, please untie me. I need to be able to touch you.

"No, remember I told you I wouldn't always grant your requests." Violet answered him with a growl. She felt him pick up the present that had fallen between them. It had absorbed both of their heat so it was now warm. He stroked her inner thighs with it. Instinctively she opened herself for him and he moved to stroking the length of her cleft. After of a few minutes of that slow torture, he found her opening and slowly slid the phalus in.

"How does that feel Kitten?"

"Full, but not painful at all. Oh, ugh, like its hitting all the right spots at once."

"Perfect. I designed it just for you. I had an artist carve it from marble. Your own miniature work of art. Let me attach these." Violet felt chains like the ones she wore drip between her legs. Then she could feel Michael connecting them to the belly chain. When he finished he kissed her again and started massaging her clit.

"Oh! Michael. Oh! I can't take being tied up anymore. I need you to untie me now, I need this blindfold off!" She sounded so distressed that Michael stopped and removed the tie and blindfold.

"Too much? I didn't mean to scare you."

"Yes, too much but you didn't scare me I just... Michael, I need to touch you. I need to make love to you too. Can I move with this thing?"

"You should be able to. It might feel a little heavy so you will need to use your Kegel muscles to hold it. It isn't any longer than say, my fingers for instance.

"Michael it has been months and I have been patient, I want to get you off, the whole 9 yards, I mean it. No matter what happens, and yes, I know all the horror stories. I need to at least try. We've come close but you won't let yourself go. You like seeing me in full climax. Why won't you let me see you that vulnerable."

"Because what if it all goes wrong? What if something happens and you are so disgusted you never want to touch me again? What if nothing at all happens? Are you going to be able to deal with that? Violet, I... I love you and I would rather you have this piece of me than risk you leaving. Can you understand?"

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was going to hurt like hell but there wasn't any other way. She just hoped eventually he would forgive her. "Michael, No, I don't understand and I can't do it anymore. You are using your situation to hide from me. You say you love me and I think you believe it but if you can't let yourself be vulnerable with me then you don't truly trust me to be there when things are really bad. I can't accept just a piece of you. I can't be your Kitten and just take from you. I am done."

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back Michael was still in bed, she left the chains and carving on the end of the bed. Michael just stared at her as she went to the living room. A short while later he heard the front door open and close and then nothing. Violet made it to the lobby before the tears started falling. She made it into the taxi before she started sobbing outright. The poor Indian cabbie had no idea what to do so he just kept mumbling endearments in Hindi.

By the time she got home she was cried out, at least for the moment. She was exhausted, wired, and hungry so she made her way to the kitchen hoping she wouldn't run into Allyn. The last thing she wanted to hear was 'I told you so' from her brother. She should have stopped when she saw the light on but in her dazed state she just walked right into Allyn. He put his arms around her to stop from falling and she clutched at him and started crying all over again.

"Hey, it can't be as bad as that?" he said stroking her hair. "Um, did the good doctor do something stupid?"

"No" she croaked, "I did. I ended it at least for now. Oh, Allyn. It really does hurt! I mean, physically hurts."

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"Is this it, is this why you never date, because someone broke your heart like this."

"Not quite, she didn't mean to, she couldn't help...Never mind, What can I do? Should I be the obnoxious big brother and go beat him up for you." That made her laugh.

"Don't you touch a hair on his head!"

"Still in love with him then?"

"Hopelessly."

"I'd tell you to start drinking but I think it only works for men. Shopping? Isn't that what women do?" He turned away and opened the freezer. When he turned back he had a quart of ice cream in his hand. "I believe under the circumstances this becomes a single serving."

"Oh good, so I'll be miserable and fat." He turned to put it away. "Hey, I didn't say I wasn't going to eat it!"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Eventually, I just hope he comes to his senses soon. Thanks, you are a great big brother."

"Thanks, I'll cue up a bunch of sappy chick flicks in the screening room for you." Allyn said as he was walking away.

"Jeez Dennison, you look like shit and where is the cream puff?"

"Cam, for once in your life can you shut the fuck up?"

"Oh damn, you didn't screw that up did you? Fuck, you did, didn't you? That girl had it so bad for you, how the hell did you manage to push her away? After all this time I figured you were good to go. Early on she must have realized what an asshole you were.

"I'm out of here! shithead. I..." Michael wheeled himself outside the air was cold but he didn't care. He was so miserable he barely felt it.

"Michael wait up!"

"What? Come to get more licks in?"

"No, look I'm really sorry. I was kidding, I didn't think you two had really broken up. She really was crazy about you so what the hell happened?"

"She walked out, said I couldn't give her enough."

"She didn't strike me as the spoiled heiress type. True, she's got more money than God but she never seemed in your face about it."

"What the hell are you talking about? She's got some non-profit job at some foundation. She's comfortable but rich, I don't think so?"

"You really need to look at something besides medical journals. My niece, Delia, you met her, almost blew a gasket when I told her you were dating Violet. Violet doesn't work at the foundation, she is the foundation, well her and her brother. They have like Gates/Buffet kind of money but are seriously quiet about it. Delia is getting her degree in information security and one of her classes she had to find out everything she could about a local celebrity so she scoped out Violet. I only realized when I saw one of the pictures she pulled off the internet."

"You mean to tell me... I gotta go."

"Buddy, don't do anything stupid, you look fit to kill someone. Why don't you come back in and take it out on the court. Seriously, Michael, don't call her when you're like this. You are just going to regret it."

"Undoubtedly." Michael yelled from his car as he started the engine. He knew on some level Cam was right but it just kept boiling in his brain. Was their whole relationship some kind of joke to her? He had thought she had been overwhelmed with the expensive gifts -maybe she didn't think they were up to her standards? And the whole submission thing, was she just laughing behind his back? The poor broken cripple thought he could play tough with the fucking heiress.

At 9:30 Violet's cell phone rang, she was already in bed and feeling sorry for herself. It had been a whole week and Michael still hadn't called. She looked at the caller ID and tried to stop her heart from pounding. She missed him so much, maybe he just needed more time. She hit the answer button.

"Michael?"

"Don't say a fucking word. I just wanted to tell you, as bad as I thought I felt last week when you left was nothing compared to tonight when I found out you have been lying to me all along. Why did we never go to your place Violet? I always thought it was because you lived in some walk up and you didn't want to embarrass me or you were too embarrassed that I had more money than you. But no, you didn't want me to know that you live in a fucking mansion on the shore and really you were just embarrassed by me."

"Michael, that isn't true."

"You're not rich?"

"Yes, I am rich, the house is the only obvious sign of it. I was never embarrassed to be with you Michael, ever. I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest with you. I just wanted a chance for us to get to know each other without the money getting in the way."

"And you had the audacity to slam me for not trusting you. You couldn't even be honest with who you were. So was the sex thing just some fucking joke, see if you could get the cripple to get off? I've heard the rich are into weird kink. Was that all it was, some sick way to have a feeling of accomplishment."

"Oh, Michael." She was crying now. There was no way he could miss it. "Please. Don't make what we did into something cheap. I can't believe you could be so cruel. Good bye Michael"

She hung up and started sobbing so hard no sound came out. When it did, it came out as a keening wail, bringing Allyn running to her room. He didn't need to ask, he knew it had to do with Dennison. Wheelchair or not, he wanted to kick his ass. Violet hadn't been like this since their parents had died. All he could do then was hold her, so that was all he did now. Finally in the early morning she fell into an exhausted sleep and he went back to his room.

The next morning Violet came downstairs to find a plane ticket sitting on her plate with a note from Allyn. The note read, Take a couple weeks off. Tante and Oncle miss you. Give them all a kiss from me too. Allyn

Maybe a trip to Grasse wouldn't be such a bad thing except for the part of actually getting out of her pajamas. If she could manage that it would only get easier from there. Looking at the ticket, she'd have to hurry if she was going to pack and make it to the plane that afternoon.

After three weeks of being spoiled and fed by Tante Marrianne, Violet knew she had to go back soon. The foundation was too much for Allyn to run alone no matter how much she wanted to hide. Her parents and Allyn had raised her to do her chores first, play second. As an adult that meant she felt guilty hanging out like a teenager with her cousin Marie-Hèllene. La Reine, the queen, as everyone called her, had just graduated from University and it was fun to spend time with her as just girls.

"Violette, Je ne comprend pas, I don't understand, this man, he is angry because you are rich? Here, the man would be happy to have a rich wife."

"Maybe he did not want a wife."

"Mais, you said he told you he was hurting when you left, he might not want the wife now, mais, he did not want you to leave."

"La reine, you'll understand when you fall in love. None of it makes any sense."

"Bouf, I have been in love with the same man jamais, forever, and he still will not look at me. I know it makes no sense. I tried to fall in love with other men when I was at university but they were all just silly boys and I did not want a boy. You do not have to tell me about l'amour." then she laughed "Mais le sexe, fantastique, non?"

"La Reine! Oui, plus que fantastique." and Violet laughed too. She missed Michael with a physical need that wouldn't not relent. Not just what he did to her sexually but their closeness, the way he looked at her, just speaking to him. But she couldn't change who she was any more than he could. In another couple of days she would have go back. "La Reine, what are you going to do? It has been months since you graduated and as much as Tante and Oncle like having you here, it is time to get a job and start living your life, no? Maybe hunt down that man you are in love with and make him listen to reason? Why don't you come back to the States with me? You could stay with Allyn and I. Maybe work at the foundation? We are always looking for good people with finance degrees. If you like it you can stay, if not call it an internship." Violet felt more excited than she had since her and Michael broke up. "Please, Think of the fun you can have torturing Allyn."

"I... I would like that very much. Will Allyn mind me in the house?"

"I don't know why he would, he has always had a soft spot for you, ever since you made fun of his accent and called him Eeenglish. Why else would a twenty year old boy spend an entire summer learning French to please a five year old girl." Marie-Hèllenne smiled wider than Violet had ever seen her.