His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) (8 page)

Violet could only moan in response. Michael buried his face in her, painting his cheeks in her juices, rubbing his beard and mustache over her sensitized flesh. He reveled in her movement, the little gasps and noises she made. When she started to shake he thrust his tongue in deep, feeling the walls of her vagina spasm around it. After she got quiet again he ordered her on her knees in front of him and she greedily licked his face clean. She was still flushed and panting.

"Stand up and lose the skirt." Violet didn't hesitate but stood trying to cover herself, shaking. "Kitten, from the first time I met you I thought you were the beautiful woman I had ever seen. You do not need to hide yourself from me and I will enjoy breaking you of the habit. Are you cold?"

"No, I am just..."

"Aroused? Confused? Wanting more?" A slow smile spread across his face.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good, lay on your stomach over the desk."

"Michael! I..."

"Remember, no arguing or I will have to think of an especially delicious punishment for you."

She did as he asked but tension radiated off her body. Michael ran his hands over her back, warming her skin, soothing her nerves, gentling her with his words. "Put your arms over your head, Kitten." When she did, "So beautiful, I have a confession, I find the slight extra curve of your back sexy as hell. I couldn't bear to remove all of it. I love the way it shows off your ass, especially when you are like this." He ran a finger lightly down the scar over her spine. He smiled to himself when goosebumps appeared over her skin. He nipped her hip and caught her when she tried to squirm. "Now, Kitten, You are going to come for me again, only this time you will scream with pleasure. I want to hear your abandon."

"Michael, I can't I..."

Without warning, he gave her a sharp slap on the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh, leaving a red handprint. He had surprised himself as much as her. Her moan combined with the flush over her body made him shake with need. "I said there would be punishment for arguing. That was a warning. Next time will be worse. You will come when I demand you do." He bent his head and gave the hand print a wet lick. Violet moaned softly again. God help him, she was enjoying him push her limits. He was soothing the red spot with open mouthed kisses when he plunged two fingers deep inside her without gentle touches first. She was so wet there was no real resistance, just tight warm wet heat. She reared up at the surprise claiming but gratified him when she rocked her hips back to meet the thrust of his hand. He pulled them out with agonizing slowness. When he spiked into her this time he added another finger. Violet answered with a breathy grunt.

"You look amazing with my hand buried in you. Every time I look at this desk I am going to think about fucking you. Think about your gorgeous ass hanging over the edge, you, screaming my name." She actually squealed. He moved his hand so that when he entered her his thumb would bang her clit.

Soon Violet was near screaming "Oh, Michael, please!"

"Tell me this will always be mine!

"Yes!" she screamed

"That's my good kitten. Come for me now. Show me how much you love this."

Violet didn't think she would. Wasn't certain she even could but when Michael demanded her orgasm as proof that she wanted this, everything burst forth. She felt herself grind harder into his hand and slap her hips against the desk. Her mind was like an explosion, wave after wave rocked through her. She reared up and felt Michael's hand on her back pinning her down. His restraint of her brought a fresh wave of spasms tight around his fingers. She would have curled up in the fetal position if she hadn't been pinned face down on the desk.

Her reaction to his words made the muscles from his abdomen to his solar plexus ripple in waves. Leaving him warmed, exhausted, and stunned, the feeling very like an orgasm without the actual release. Michael pulled her into his arms as she was still feeling the aftershocks. She couldn't form words yet. It was like her memory banks had been erased. Michael absentmindedly rubbed one of her nipples through the silk blouse and her whole body shuddered.

"Kitten, I am not near done with you, I'm afraid. Put your skirt on -nothing else! and come with me."

"Michael, I have to let Allyn know I won't be coming home. It wouldn't be fair to him."

"Fine, call him, tell him you'll see him Monday. You will be with me all weekend."

Thankfully, he was holding her otherwise her knees would have given out. She had wanted to see behind the doctor's courtly mask. She just hadn't been prepared for the raw intensity of him and the way he dominated her. Oh, all weekend? She was going to be useless by Monday, completely deliciously useless.

"Kitten?" Him calling her that made her muscles clench and her sex weep with longing for him. Michael stopped her thoughts with a tight grip on her arm. He shook her to rouse her back to the moment. "You need to know if you come with me, you live by my rules, even if you don't always like them. You are mine, to protect, to command. I won't let you go, ever. Be very sure that it is what you want. I, I will understand if you can't handle this. It is all new and raw for me too, so I am giving you this last chance to back out. I don't think I can do this, be as sexual as I know you need, without being so dominant. I won't ever truly hurt you, or humiliate you. I want you to think about what this was like. Unless I'm mistaken you like me dominating you but I want to hear you say it.

Violet's mouth worked open and closed without any sound coming out. Finally she was able to ask "I'm just supposed to cede all power to you?"

"When we are together."

"Do I get to touch you, because so far tonight you haven't let me. I can't do this if I can't touch you, show you how I feel. This can't be just you doing things to me. Sometimes, I want to make you feel good too. I also need to know that it will be just me. No pain, no humiliation, no outside people.

"Just you and me. You can touch me, eventually, as a reward if you are good." Michael smiled at her then he added, "If you say no, I think I'll die but I will understand.

"Michael, I wanted all of you, I couldn't want anything less even if you tried. Yes, your dominance scares me a little but I think that might be part of the draw for you, I know it is for me. I have responsibilities that I can not give up for any relationship, no matter what it involves. That is not going to change. I need to know that you will honor those, so yes, weekends are yours but I still need to go to work and there will be times I need to travel. More than that I can't give you. If you are willing to have my submission, on my schedule, then yes, I would like to spend the weekend with you.

Michael tried to hide his smile. Thank God! He'd felt more alive in the last hour than he had in his life. She was his, they were bound together in some way he didn't understand fully yet but bound none the less. He didn't trust his voice so he just reached for her hand and kissed it, recognizing the gift she had just given him.

She followed him to his condo in her car. Violet felt shy suddenly in the elevator, she hadn't buttoned her blouse not knowing if that would go against Michael's rules but not really caring if anyone saw her. He liked her like this, what else mattered really.

When they got inside she was stunned by his place. It was very modern with lots of glass and concrete. The back wall was all windows that overlooked the harbor. The kitchen was open to the large living room with the eating area along the windows. There was a feeling of restraint to the decorating that was very in keeping with what she had seen of Michael before tonight. A gas fireplace opposite the windows had already been turned on making the room feel warmer despite the concrete and chrome. In front of the fireplace was a large flokati rug. The long haired sheepskin looked so sensual, Violet wanted to strip bare and lay on it. This was Michael's doing, since before tonight she was sure she never would have even thought that.

"Kitten." Michael patted the couch next to where he sat in his chair. Violet walked over in a daze and sat next to him. He turned her face to his and kissed her. His kiss added to the blissed out feelings she had. When he pulled away Violet whimpered at the loss. "You are so beautiful, you make me afraid for my sanity." Taking a deep breath he continued, "And for that reason there will be rules, if you break the rules I will punish you. I can't always promise you will like it." Violet tried to hide her gasp and failed. "First rule, When you are here you will leave your clothes at the door. I want you available to my touch when ever and where ever I want to touch you." She felt her eyes go soft and her nipples hard at his words. Despite the two exquisite orgasms less than an hour ago she ached for him to touch her again. She was having trouble concentrating on his words as her sex dripped in excitement coating her inner thighs.

She was pulled from her thoughts when Michael yanked her across his lap, pinned her torso with one arm and flipped up her skirt with the other. With his free hand he spanked her four times on her bare bottom. "Kitten, I do love the way your skin reddens when I spank you. I may have to find excuses to do it more. You will need to pay attention to me or you will give me plenty of opportunities, again, not that I mind. Now take those clothes off. The cool leather will soothe your sore bottom. She was so dazed she sat there for a second before realizing he would spank her again if she didn't move. She jumped up and slid her skirt off and unbuttoned the one button still done on her blouse, shucking it also. She started to put her hands in front of her to cover herself but stopped when she remembered Michael didn't want her to.

Michael saw her make the correction and smiled at her attempt to please him.

"You are my very own Lady Godiva."

"She had a town to save."

"You only need to save me, my sweet Kitten."

He patted the couch next to him again. "I, I can't sit down." she stuttered.

"Why not?" Michael braced himself for her wanting to end their arrangement. He had taken a risk spanking her but he wanted her to pay attention to him and better to have it all out at the beginning.

"I...I can't sit down because I... I'm too wet." The last phrase came out as a sigh. He smiled, thrilled with her honest reaction. She reacted so well to him, so quickly.

"For that my beautiful princess you deserve a treat. Would you like to undress me?"

Her eyes snapped up to his, flashing, and then she dropped her gaze subserviently. "Yes, very much." she said in that same breathy voice.

"Fine but first I would like you to come and kiss me, do not stop till I break the kiss, do you understand? Violet nodded and bent forward. He kissed her gently at first running his hands over her body, fondling her breasts, running his hands down to the indent of her waist. He pulled her closer. He could feel her soften even more as the kiss continued. When she had no resistance to him he smoothed a hand over the curve of her ass. His other hand tangled in her glorious hair cupping the back of her head softly but firmly. The hand on her ass followed the cleft down skimming over the tender pucker. She moaned into his mouth.

The heat from the fire combined with the burn from the spanking made Violet's ass cheeks feel like they glowed. His hands felt cool in contrast. His kiss was drugging her into helplessness. Her juices ran down her thighs. She purposely widened her stance to keep from rubbing them together knowing that Michael had refused her that option. Her only hope was that he would finish her off later.

Michael knew she was ready. He slipped his fingers in her sex. She was so wet she was dripping. Michael coated his fingers in her juices slowly drawing the wetness higher up the cleft. Violet was enjoying or oblivious to his intent. She was flexing her hips to increase the contact with his fingers but he made sure to stay just out of reach. Finally he had worked the slick liquid to where he wanted it. His fingers were covered in her essence.

He increased the pressure on the back of her head just slightly not wanting to betray what he was about to do. She gave no indication she was anything but lost in the kiss. He massaged her anus with his finger making her whimper and then plunged through the tight ring of muscle. She gasped but didn't break the kiss. As he massaged inside her, she threaded her arms up around his neck either to draw him closer or for balance. Soon she was rocking her hips back in time to the rythmn he set. When she did he added his middle finger and continued the massage. She gasped louder and clung to him. He could feel her body starting to tense and let his other fingers tickle the stretched sensitive skin. Her moan sounded more like a wail but she didn't break the contact. She had done so well.

Michael broke the kiss now. Easing her head onto his shoulder he kept up the stimulation of his fingers inside and around her virgin channel. "Kitten, you have been such a good girl. Come for me now Kitten. It is okay to enjoy this." He looped his free arm around her for support as she started to tremble. She was wailing for real now, her body convulsing around the fingers inside her. The climax built up till the contractions were longer than the releases. He knew she wanted to sink to the floor. He held her up making her ride the waves to their conclusion.

When there was nothing but the aftershocks left he moved her to the couch to lie on her side. She curled up with her head pillowed on her arms, her eyes closed taking ragged breaths. She was lost to anything but the sensations of her body.

Violet had dozed off when Michael roused her. "Let me carry you to bed. I'll make you comfortable and you can sleep." He gathered her in his arms and she clung to him. As he moved to the bedroom she snuck her hand under his T-shirt, he had said she could touch him. The thought this might earn her another spanking made her vagina clench with fresh desire. She felt bold and wanton, all of these feelings new and different for her. Michael laid her on the bed where he had already turned back the covers. "Would you like some water? We never got any dinner. I'm sorry, I was so consumed with you I,..."

Violet stretched like a sleepy cat, languid and at home in her body as never before. "Am I allowed to tell you what I need?" she felt oddly shy asking him such a simple question.