TrickorTreat (5 page)

Heaven help her! The blood in her ears roared so loudly, she
could barely think. Her chest tightened and her throat all but seized up. What
would it feel like to have his hand hard on her soft bottom? For a split second
she was tempted to walk into the bathroom just to find out, but she wasn’t that
stupid. Judging by the grip on her wrist, his hand would pack a punch.

Nodding, because she wasn’t sure her mouth could form words
any longer. She eased her hand from his grasp, and unsnapped her jeans. She
fought the urge to turn her back, instinctively knowing that was not what he
wanted. She unzipped, eased her sneakers off, and stepped out of her jeans. She
hung them over the back of her chair before pulling down her panties, which
were so wet the cotton gusset gleamed. This was bizarre, but to say she wasn’t
turned on would be a bold-faced lie.

“Give them to me.”

He was holding out his hand.

Without a word, Katie handed them over.

He shoved the scrap of cotton and lace into his pocket while
she stepped back into her jeans and zipped them up. The denim rubbed rough on
her aroused flesh, catching to her clit as she sat down. She squirmed a little
to shift the seam off her tenderest spots.

As she reached for her fork, hoping she could still swallow
solid food without choking, Jud caught her hand, and raising it to his mouth,
kissed it. “Perfect! Katie, I think you will be a dream come true.”

Every bit of tension in her body eased at his touch,
discounting the throb in her groin that itched to the point of ache, and it
sure wasn’t all denim abrasion. Taking advantage, of the calm she suspected was
merely temporary, she asked. “Do you collect panties?”

“Only from women I intend to tie up.”

“You’re not tying me up!”

“That’s something we need to negotiate.”

“You have to be kidding!”

“Not in the least. If the idea didn’t intrigue you, you’d
never have bought those handcuffs.”

“That was a joke. A gag gift!” He raised an eyebrow. That
just about finished her. “I’m not letting you make me helpless!”

“The thought of being helpless is arousing, isn’t it?” Reluctantly,
she nodded. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Trust me Katie, you’ll enjoy
being helpless.”

For some insane reason, she believed him. “Okay. But…”

“But what, dear?”

“You’re not spanking me!”

He thought about that a minute. “I might. Don’t scowl so,
dear. I won’t do anything you don’t want, and nothing you won’t enjoy.”

“How on earth can you tell?”

“I’ll know, Katie. I can read your face, catch the flush of
excitement on your skin when you say ‘no’ but think ‘maybe’, feel your pulse
race when you’re aroused. Even now, I can smell your need and curiosity.”

She’d been afraid of that. “Jud, I’m getting out of my depth
here.”

“I‘ll be your safety raft and life belt.”

There was something oddly appealing about the prospect but…
“I’ve never needed a life raft before.”

“No one’s ever offered what I’m offering.”

“What exactly are you offering?”

“More pleasure than you can imagine. Complete and utter
satiation.” He grinned. “I guarantee satisfaction.”

“You offer a written warranty?”

“I offer my word and my body, and my utter, undivided
attention, is that not enough?”

“That’s more than anyone else offered, or gave.”

“You need me, Katie. You want what I’ll do to you. You crave
the excitement I offer. You even long for the fear.”

“I’m not too certain about the fear!”

“I am. I watched your eyes when I threatened to spank you.
The prospect horrified you, but intrigued and aroused you at the same time. You
dreaded it, but wondered how it would feel, and if it would be as exciting as
you imagined.” He kissed the tips of his fingers, and reaching across the table
rested them against her lips. “Am I right?”

She nodded, her throat too dry and tight to speak. “Why?”
she croaked with effort.

“Because you’re submissive, and need a strong man to
dominate you.”

That got her voice back in a hurry! “Jud, I have news for
you. I am
not
the sweet, obedient, submissive sort.” His quirked
eyebrows were maddening, and somehow appealing. “Look here, buster…”

He grabbed the hand that pointed right at his chest. “Katie,
I never said you were the ‘sweet, submissive sort’. In fact, according to
Andrew, you ‘have balls and attitude’. I agree, it makes you attractive and
sexy. You’re sexually submissive, a very different thing entirely.”

“What makes you so damn certain?”

“I’m a dominant male, I know these things.” Oh, please! “You
question that?”

“Yes, I do.” She leaned her elbows on the table and looked
him in the eye. Let him explain that away.

“All right, dear, answer me one thing. If another man had
told you to stand up and take off your underwear, would you have?”

“Hell no!”

“But you did for me.” And had been wondering about that ever
since. “You responded to me as a dominant. Your sexual intelligence recognizing
what your rational mind balks at.”

“Maybe…”

He shook his head. “There’s no ‘maybe’ about it. I’m going
to prove it so thoroughly, you'll never question again.”

“You talk a good spiel about all the wonderful things you’ll
do to me. How about putting a little substance behind your words?” Sheesh! What
had she done? Agreed to? Asked for?

“By all means, Katie. Next time.”

“What do you mean ‘next time’?”

“I mean not tonight. You have to be certain you want this,
and right now you are too horny to think straight.”

“And who got me that way?”

“I did!” He was so darn smug-and so right. “Don’t worry,
dear, I won’t make you wait long. Watch for me on Halloween, I’ll come with
your very own tricks and treats.”

Two whole days. Damn good thing she had her magic wand
upstairs beside her bed. “If I agree, right?”

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Think about it. Very carefully. I
won’t harm you. I’ll give you a safeword to use anytime you want me to stop. I
will tie you up, and I may spank you if necessary. You promise to submit, and
in return I’ll give you the best sex of your life.”

“What about you? I imagine you’ll have a bit of fun too.”

“Of course! You don’t think I’m getting a charge out of the
prospect of you lying helpless and a little bit anxious, and the thought of you
sucking my cock has me hard already.”

In his dreams! And in hers! “This is getting out of hand.”

“You’re overloaded.” He stood up. “I’m going home. Call me
with any questions? I won’t force you to do anything you don't want to.
Pleasure, yours and mine, is what this is about.”

She got his coat out of her small closet, which now smelled
of expensive leather. He shrugged it on and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Think about it, okay?” The man was a comedian. She doubted, she’d think of
anything else for quite some time!

As she went to open the door, he stopped her. Pulling her
into his arms, he pressed himself against her. He hadn’t been kidding about
being aroused. It felt like he had an oak branch in his jeans. Why would he
walk out if he was this hard? “See?” he said. “I want you, but not until you’re
certain.”

His mouth came down, hot and sweet, and tasting of curry
spices and garlic. Her lips opened by instinct. Before she drew breath to sigh
at the sensation of his mouth imposing on hers, his tongue took over,
caressing, stroking as his hand found her breast. She responded with wild need,
and urgent passion. Grinding her hips so his erection pressed hard into the
softness of her belly. His arms held her tight, smoothing between her shoulder
blades. One hand went up to cup her head, his other hand eased down, to stroke
her ass. She sighed and whimpered in her building need. Her hips rocked. Her
desire surged into a wild need, as he slowed the kiss and pulled away.

“You want me, Katie, and in two days, I’ll give you what
you’ve needed all your life.”

“Jud…” It came out like a mewl, as she grasped his lapels,
not wanting him to go.

“I know, dear, but it’ll be more than worth the wait. You
have my word.”

“I’d much rather have a damn, good fuck!”

“You will. Now, two things before I go.” What now? The
catch? “I want you to pick my costume.”

“For Halloween?”

He nodded. “Which costume from the Rose and Leather do you
want me to wear? Your choice.”

Hell, what did she remember? Not the spacesuit. Too odd. She
tried to visualize the row on the rack… “The pirate!” Knee breeches and eye
patch seemed to suit him.

He bowed. “As you demand, lady so shall it be. You’ll be the
pirate’s captive, subservient to my every demand. I’ll pick your costume. You
wear what’s in the box, I send, and nothing else.”

She hoped it wasn’t the Princess Leia at Jabba the Hut’s den
outfit. “I’ll have a zillion grade school kids knocking on my door that
evening.”

“You’re not wearing it for them! Trick or Treating stops at
nine, right? I’ll knock on your door at ten. Plenty of time for you to get
ready.” Seemed fair enough. “One last thing, Katie. And this I absolutely
insist on. You’re forbidden to masturbate between now and then. No nice session
with your electric friend. No touching that lovely clit to ease the tension.
I’m taking charge of your body. That includes your climaxes. I give them. You
are forbidden to pleasure yourself.”

She’d never heard such nonsense in her life! If she wanted a
climax, she’d damn well have one. Her Magic Wand waited upstairs. She was hot,
horny, and ready for it. She needed a nice mind-numbing climax. She looked up
into his face. “I promise.”

His dark eyes glowed, as his mouth curled into a sexy smile.
“That was a hard promise, wasn’t it?”

“It was hell!” It took all she had not to sock him one for
leaving her like this.

“You’ll go to sexual heaven for your reward.” He stroked the
side of her cheek, Just that simple touch upped her need another notch. “You’ll
learn the ecstasy of obedience.”

He brushed his lips on her cheek, and was gone.

Katie stood by the open door watching as he strode down her
short front path, and turned left towards his car. He paused, waved, and
called, “Shut the door, it’s cold out!”

She hadn’t even noticed.

She felt bereft without Jud’s presence, his overbearing
presence, she amended to herself. His fascinating presence, her emotions
insisted. All that remained of the strange evening was her still high-pitched
arousal, the aromas of curry spices in the air, and a heap of almost-empty
aluminum containers. Trying to ignore the first one, Katie scraped the remains
onto a plastic container and cleared the mess away. Now the place seemed even
emptier. She snuffed out the candles, remembering how Jud had liked them. Most
men never noticed these things. Most men would have had her upstairs long
before now. They’d be naked between her sheets, and sometime towards dawn he’d
go off home, leaving her vaguely satisfied and wondering if that was all there
was to it.

Jud, she suspected, wouldn’t leave her wanting. In that
hope, she’d keep her promise about do-it-yourself sex. A cold shower would no
doubt help. An early night in bed, reading the convoluted prose of her
employers' new health care benefits would dampen her ardor.

Jud called, next morning, while she was swigging down her
second mug of caffeine between bites of toast. “Did you sleep well?”

She swallowed a seemingly enormous mouthful of crust. ”Yes.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

She eased the last of the chunk down with a mouthful of
coffee. “Yes, I am. I admit I was a trifle hot and bothered after you left, but
I put myself to sleep reading about my new health insurance plan.”

He had a particularly sexy chuckle for this early in the
morning. “Katie, I admire a woman of resource. I’ll have to put it to good
use.”

“Maybe.”

“There is no ‘maybe’ about it, dear. I’m looking forward to
discovering you. Tell me dear, have you ever had anal sex?” Damn good thing
she’d set her mug down. Coffee all down the front of an ivory silk blouse was
no way to start the morning. “Have you?” he persisted, while Katie contemplated
hanging up on him. She couldn’t. The soft, insistence of his voice held her.
“Once,” she replied. It was a memory she tried hard to forget.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Let’s put it this way, if I had the choice of a root canal
or anal sex again, I’d jump at the chance of a root canal.”

“Was it that terrible?”

“Yes!”

“It won’t be with me.”

In his dreams. “Jud, if we’re going to get into bed
together, let’s get this straight, you’re not coming anywhere near my back
door. Understand?”

“Completely. I’ll respect that limit. There’s plenty more I
will enjoy with your lovely body. I’ll call you tonight, and we’ll talk about
what you like best about sex. I do hope you’ll like sucking my cock.” On that
parting shot, he hung up.

What now? Jud was outrageous, demanding, so damn full of
himself he deserved a good kick where it would hurt most. Drat him! He excited
her, and to be honest, not that she’d admit it to him, the thought of sucking
his cock was anything but unwelcome. If she’d had her way, she’d have had that
pleasure last night.

As it was, if she didn’t get a move on, she’d be late for
her appointment with a prospective client.

Jud was not one of the men who promised to call and then
fell mute. By the time she got home from work, he’d left three messages on her
voice mail. The first sounded like his usual cocky self, the second had a tinge
of annoyance, but the third sounded downright concerned. “Katie, please give me
a call. If you’ve got cold feet or worries, tell me. Okay?” A pause… “I was
beginning to think you were a dream come true. Just let me know one way or
another, my number…” and he repeated it for the third time.

A dream come true! Either Jud was a slick talker, or…or
what? She wasn’t sure, but she punched in his number.

“Katie!” He half-sounded as if he’d been waiting by the
phone. “Is everything alright?”

“Fine!” Okay that was a lie, but… “It’s fine between us, I
mean. I just got in. Had to work extra hours.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Only when another clerk has to take a sick kid to the
Emergency Room. I offered to stay and cover for her,”

“I see.” A pause. “So you’re still prepared to celebrate
Halloween my way?”

“I think so.”

“You’ve doubts?”

“Yes, but isn’t that the whole point?”

“Not doubts, no. I want you secure with me, certain I’ll
never do anything without your consent.”

So he kept saying. “Just how does that fit with ‘trust and
obey me’?”

”Perfectly! After tomorrow night, you’ll begin to
understand.” She wished she felt half as confident as he sounded. “I bought the
pirate costume this evening, and yours too. They’re delivering it tomorrow. Get
ready to obey. Good night, dear.”

“Good night.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, his voice soft and suggestive,
“will be the best Halloween of your life.”

Time would tell. If it was half as good as he promised she’d
not complain, but right now, she was dead on her feet. If she didn’t get any
sleep tonight she’d end up snoring through her night of passion.

Katie overslept, luckily she was working short hours, and
not due at the shop until one. She took a leisurely shower, eyeing her legs for
overnight appearance of fuzz, and gave them a quick shave, figuring this time
it would be worth the effort, and deciding to treat herself to a real
breakfast. She was in the middle of scrambling eggs when the front door bell rang.
As she signed the receipt, her hand shook. The name ‘Jud Carlton’ as sender,
told her what was inside.

She left the eggs to overcook, while she grabbed a kitchen
knife and slit open the tape. Inside the carton, was a shiny, black box. She
lifted off the top, black tissue rustled as she pulled out the costume. Not the
Princess Leia in captivity, or the harem outfit she’d half dreaded. This was
the Jane Austen one from the Rose and Leather: all pastel pink and white
muslin, with little pink rosebuds, a low-cut neck and high waist. Demure and
sweet looking, until she shook it out and remembered the slits all the way to
the high waist. And if that wasn’t revealing enough, the back was wide open.
She’d had more butt coverage in the open-back hospital gown she’d worn when she
had her tonsils out.

Not a trace of underwear. Hardly surprising! He’d shown he
preferred her bare under her clothes. This was going to be some trick or treat.
In her heart, she didn’t doubt Jud would deliver on his promise.

When the last bunch of little goblins scampered down the
path, Katie gratefully turned off the porch light. It was five past nine. It's
time the juveniles were back home eating candy until they bounced. She had an
hour to get ready, and given the quantities of Milk Duds and Tootsie Rolls
she’d munched between doorbells, she was fired up with energy. Heck she was
more than ready! When it actually got to showering and changing, curiosity and
courage did bit of a flip. Was she sure what she was doing? No! Was she
willing? Sort of… How could she tell Jud ‘no’, when her heart raced with
anticipation?

If she backed out of this, she’d spend the rest of her life
wondering ‘what if’.

That decision made, she toweled off briskly, slathered her
body with scented lotion, and gave herself a generous spritz of perfume for
luck. She dried her hair and fluffed it up. Gave her eyebrows a last inspection
for stray hairs, and slipped on THE DRESS. This beat any costume she’d seen
tonight. The elastic waist fit snugly, showing off her breasts, heck, showing
off her nipples! The fabric was soft against her skin, and the skirt hung
gracefully from the high waist, the hem brushing her ankles. The skirt didn’t
reveal as much as she’d feared. Until she moved. Sheesh! It left
nothing
to the imagination, and the back let in chilly night breezes. She felt so
exposed behind. He’d promised no anal sex, and she trusted that, but what about
a strong, male hand, stroking and squeezing her very available flesh?

She was getting hot just thinking about it.

Downstairs, she skipped her leather sofa, in preference for
a velvet-covered armchair as much cozier to the rear, only the nap brushed her
exposed ass and thighs every time she moved.

Nine fifty! Ten minutes. She could last. A nice stiff drink
might help, but she remembered Jud’s dictum about not letting alcohol dull her
wits, and passed. The house was silent, as was the street outside. She listened
to the chiming clock on the mantle, and the hum and drip of the refrigerator as
it started the defrost cycle. She flicked open a magazine, but gave up trying
to concentrate on environmental protection laws, when she saw the print came
off on her sweaty hands.

The last thing she needed was smudges on the rosebuds. Come
to think of it, the last time she’d worn rosebuds, she’d been five and flower
girl at an aunt’s wedding. But she was wearing flowered muslin because Jud had
ordered it. That realization, sent a weird thrill down her spine, but it didn’t
solve her dirty hands. She ran into the kitchen and washed them in the sink.
Now, they smelled of lemon fresh dish detergent now, but what the…

Her mind and body went into shock at the sound of the front
door bell. What if it was a last contingent of trick or treaters? She couldn’t
open the door to local juveniles dressed like this. It couldn’t be kids. The
porch light was out. It was Jud.

She peered through the spy hole, at a tall figure in the
dark. She flicked on the porch light, a pirate, complete with red spotted
kerchief and eye patch, looked right at her.

“Open this door,” he said. “Or feel my rope end where you
don’t want it!”