His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) (9 page)

He smiled down at her. "I'm afraid that I must make that a rule. It will be important to know what you need but I may not always give you it. There may be times you will beg for release or beg to have me touch you and I will deny you. But food, water, warmth, basic necessities, those will always be granted. Pain that leads to pleasure is one thing, but I wouldn't ever want you to be truly uncomfortable, you know that. So what do you need my sweet Kitten?

"Do you have any fruit? I am craving something ripe and juicy right now. Yes, a glass of water also. Maybe white wine if you have it, although it will go straight to my head without any real food." She looked down and said quietly, "You also said I could undress you..."

"I will get you cleaned up and then you can rest while I get some food together for us. Would you like a light supper in bed? Then you may undress me, if you wish."

"Before the food." At his mock glare she shot back, "It is my treat and I need it more than the food at this point."

"You are bordering on impertinence, but I will let you get a way with it this time." Michael surprised her when he came back with a damp cloth from the bathroom. "Lay back, This will soothe you." The chill on her sensitized sex made her shiver but calmed the overheated nerve endings also. Then he ordered her to roll onto her stomach and tuck her knees under her. Now Michael worked the cool damp cloth over her anus. It felt unbelievably intimate and humbling to be in this position since she couldn't hide anything from him. She hadn't realized she was sore and still sticky till he had finished washing her. As the cool soothed her she moaned reflexively and quaked.

He caressed her ass when he was done. "There now you should be more comfortable. Pull the covers up and snuggle in while I get the food and drinks." Violet couldn't imagine sleeping but the bed was so soft and she was tired from the roller coaster of both physical and emotional mayhem. She would just close her eyes and relax a little while she waited for Michael.

Violet woke with a start. She had been having the most vivid dream, but as she tried to sit up she realized it hadn't been a dream at all. She was held tight in Michael's arms. He had burrowed through her hair so his forehead was against the back of her neck, his breath tickling warm between her shoulder blades. She could feel his chest against her back, the soft hair adding to the sensations. She tried to turn over but he had her pinned. The only way she would be able to move was to wake him. "Michael, Michael, I have to get up." she said softly. There was no change in the warm breaths. One of his arms was curled under her neck and she was feeling devilish now that she was more awake. She turned her head and licked at his arm then planted her lips and started to suck hard. After a minute or so Michael woke with a growl.

"Woman! what the hell are you doing?

She looked down at the very impressive hickey on the inside of his forearm. "Marking you as mine! I need to get up to pee and you wouldn't wake up." The hand around her waist moved to her ass and pinched her. She screamed and jumped out of bed, turning around to glare at him before she started to laugh.

"Come back quick, seems lonely without you already." He looked like a naughty school boy.

In the bathroom she plunked herself down on the toilet. She needed to try to make sense of what she was doing and why. She was a perfectly reasonable woman several hours ago and now she was a willing captive, at least till Monday morning, in a sexually insatiable man's home. She had willingly agreed to this? She must have lost her mind. Of course in her limited sexual experience these last few hours were the most incredible, unbelievable, stuff of fantasies. If she told some of the secretaries at the foundation about this they would think her a very lucky girl. He pursues her pleasure with a single minded devotion terrifying in its intensity.

He hadn't asked for anything in return and oddly that was the part that bothered her. She knew she loved him, had since the night he had gotten her through the storm in the hospital. Was this just about sex for him? As stunning as he was sexually, she had the odd feeling this wasn't normal for him either. If it was new, would the intensity burn itself out and then he could see there was a real relationship there.

Oh God! What if it really was just about the sex for him? No, she had seen how jealous he'd gotten when his friend has kissed her. That wasn't just about sex, that kind of anger had to be pulled from his emotions. She knew there was something there, even he wasn't sure what yet. She just needed to keep up with him till he could see it. Was it possible to die from too many orgasms? Now there was a project she'd bet a lot of women would be willing to become research subjects for.

She should get back in there. Oh, what was he going to do next? She was both thrilled and scared at the idea. He hadn't done anything to hurt her, just shocked her sensibilities. She splashed some water on her face to bring her to her senses again. She looked in the mirror at her reflection and she had never looked better. She was roughed up but looked natural and like she had just come from her lover's bed, which she had. Her cheeks were rosy and her skin glowed. She laughed to herself, depravity looked good on her. The hell with it she was going to take this where it wanted to go. She liked being worshiped/ravished by Michael but she would still be her. Her attention was caught by his shaving kit on the counter. She knew just how she was going to do it too.

Michael was getting nervous. Was she hiding from him? She had been in there a while when he heard the shower go on. That confused him. Why would she be taking a shower in the middle of the night. He sat up in bed, preparing for her to come out and tell him she had had enough and was leaving. He was surprised she had stayed as long as she had. Could he beg her to stay. Tell her he'd just love her from afar, she could take her sexual pleasure somewhere else. He was lost in thought when he realized the shower has stopped. She walked into the bedroom. her hair was dry, so had she showered?

"Um, what took so long? I heard the shower."

"I, ugh, wanted to freshen up and give you something for everything you did..." Then she walked toward him. climbing on the bed to straddle him. His eyes were wide.

"Um, you shaved."

"Yep, all of it. Well, what I could do myself. Do you like it?"

She saw him swallow hard. "You did this just for me?"

"And me. I wanted to do something to thank you for tonight. Just like I want to do something else for you now. Michael please let me. I won't do anything that will hurt you. Please let me give you as much pleasure as you give me."

"Later" he growled and rolled pinning her under him. For the first time she fought him.

"No! Dammit Michael, You want to be dominant, fine, I get it. but I will not let you use it to hide from me. You don't get to lay me out at will and expect me to just take it. I wasn't kidding about getting to touch you. If you can't hold up your end of the deal then I am out of here. It is just too creepy to only be acted on, like I'm some real live sex doll.

He buried his face in her neck. He had known he would have to deal with this at some point but was hoping he could distract her for a while longer. "There isn't anything you can do for me that will have any effect."

"What the hell does that mean? "You are paralyzed, not insensate. Watch." With that she pushed him to his back and straddled him again. She started with a gentle kiss, deepened it till they were both nearly panting. "Was that horrible? Did you really feel nothing? I'm not just talking about getting off. I'm talking about affection, caring, Geez, sometimes you can be such a guy." Now she trailed kisses along his jaw adding in little nips. When she got to his ear she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

"Mmmm..." She grinned at his pleasure.

"You like that? Now imagine I'm doing this to the head of your cock." Her use of such a coarse word almost made him laugh. Then she started sucking, using her teeth gently, her tongue. It wasn't hard to imagine this was a blow job. He could feel the muscles in his belly start to tighten. His breath was shallower now.

"Violet I just don't want you to be disappointed!" His words came out almost as a sob.

"Michael, look at me, you are an amazing lover, even if this ends up being all we can do, it is like you trying to walk, even if it comes to nothing I will not give up this part of you. Do I make myself very clear." What the hell had happened to the terrified girl from the hospital? he thought to himself. This woman was fearless and insistent, yet still willing to be dominated by him, it was such an alluring combination.

"Fine, I, I don't always have control of what happens. I've heard horror stories of..."

"Michael?"

"Yes."

"Shut up now and let me make love to you. I get the feeling its been awhile so I'll go slow. Nothing to cause a panic, okay?"

"Okay."

She went back to work on his earlobe. Then she was nibbling on the sensitive tendons of his neck. His hands started roaming her body as she kept kissing him. Her mouth was so warm and soft, so good on his skin. His hands found her breasts. He kneaded them till he heard her sigh and then concentrated on her nipples. She stopped the kisses to stare down at him.

"That feels so good." She closed her eyes and started rocking her hips against his. Even with her over the covers he could still feel the heat of her. She opened her eyes and moved her hands to his chest copying his touch on his nipples. Hell, it was getting hard to breathe.

"Does it feel good when I do it to you?" She made it sound so normal, so innocent. All he could do was groan back at her. She leaned forward and kissed him trapping their hands between them. When she broke the kiss she started shifting her position.

"What are you doing? I liked that."

"Oh, Progress! You'll like this more. I'm getting these covers off you. I need to feel you touching me." The last sentence she stared right into his eyes, daring him to put up a fight. He held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Michael, what can you feel, there?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, can you feel hot and cold?"

"Yeah, everything is sort of dulled but... Can we just not talk about it?"

"No. If you were doing something you thought I liked and it did nothing for me, you'd want to know, right?"

"Yes."

"So, we're going to talk about it. I would imagine the sensations get sort of mixed up depending on the nerve damage. Can you feel pressure?"

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet." She looked like a mischievous imp sitting, grinning at him. "I'm just going to play. You'll have to let me know what feels good." And with that she whipped the sheets off him. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face. No amount of PT was ever going to give his legs real muscle and he found the difference between his torso and his legs stomach turning. "Wow, your legs are long. I realized earlier tonight you were tall, which sort of surprised me. You have nice feet too, most guys don't."

"That's what you are noticing?" He asked incredulously.

"Well, that and you are um, well equipped." She covered her mouth with her hands but they didn't stifle the giggles coming out. "Hell, if this does come up to full strength," she was stroking a finger up and down his penis now, "I'm going to be one very lucky girl, sore, but lucky." She actually quirked her eyebrow at him.

"You are insane!" he laughed.

"No, I've become a wanton woman, and it's all your fault. Now I am going to do what I was doing to your earlobe but here." She bent forward and took his half hard penis in her mouth. He thought his heart would stop, all that liquid warmth. Her tongue rasped the sensitive spot under the head. She was sucking and using her teeth. Michael couldn't do anything but lay back, watching her. The sight alone was enough to raise the dead. He held her hair in his hand so he could see her face. She actually looked at him and smiled as she worked her way licking up and down the length of him. He felt like he was floating and then he snapped straight up.

"What the hell was that?"

She let go of his penis with a pop. "Oh, you could feel that?"

"Hell, yes."

"Did it hurt?"

"No, just surprised me, I guess"

"Hmm, want to see what kind of reaction I got?" and she did it again. He watched as his penis bobbed to attention. "What do you think of that?"

"What are you doing exactly?"

"Stroking your peritoneum with my fingernails, gently of course. Did it feel good? Would you like me to do it some more?"

"Yes, I guess."

She went back to work and soon he was moaning.

"Michael?"

"Oh God, don't stop!" She kept up her attention but changed to using her hand on him.

"Do you want to, um, finish?"

"Oh, I don't even know if I can. Or what will happen if I do? Does that sound horribly pathetic?"

"No, just like a guy that is finding the edges of what works for him. Do you want to take this slower, just, um, heavy petting for now? I don't want to do anything that will freak you out and ruin this for you."

"So far its been wonderful. So instead of tempting fate, yeah, could we take things a little slower."

"Sure." Then she straddled him again. "Oh, definitely harder, mmmmm feels good."

She was grinding on him and it felt great. He wanted to memorize this moment she looked so amazing. He couldn't resist moving her arms up over her head. Her hands played in her hair. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out for his touch. He sat up to capture one rosy nipple in his mouth while he warmed the other with his hand. She moaned in response. Her whimpering became more heated and then she gasped and clutched at him. He held her as her whole body shook with her orgasm. He was still holding her as she sat there blinking and panting.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge."

"Sorry, that one kind of snuck up on me. Are you angry?"

"I'm never angry with you, Kitten, even when I'm punishing you. I don't know if I could be?"

"Michael, if two intelligent, passionate people spend any length of time together eventually they will get angry with each other. The trick is in not staying angry. Now I need sleep, are you going to be able to?"