I Need You (Learning to Let Go) (20 page)

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Sara was on the verge of screaming in frustration. Chris hadn’t made a move towards her, nor did he look at her. He had closed his eyes and was quietly sitting on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. Sara was sure that he wouldn’t be upset if she simply asked a question, especially if she asked in the meekest voice she could muster.

“Master? May I ask a question?”

Chris unhooked his hands from under his arms, and then re-crossed them in his lap. “I was hoping that you would.”

Sara frowned as she stared at the floor. “I didn’t think I was allowed to question you.”

Chris laughed as he patted his thighs, motioning for her to rise and straddle his legs. “Come up here, Sara.”

It felt wonderful to stand up and stretch; the position on the floor was anything but comfortable for an extended period of time. But that was the point. Sara was well aware that it was punishment, and wasn’t looking forward to repeating it. Her back was sore, and her legs were stiff. She glanced at the clock and realized that she had been on the floor for at least a good half hour.

After she had fumbled onto his lap, he helped her to get more comfortable, and was squeezing the muscles in her thighs rhythmically, massaging them gently.

“You are encouraged to ask questions, especially since you are new to this. Now, what would you like to talk about?”

“You’re right. I don’t really know what I am doing. Is there a cliff notes version of a Dominant/submissive relationship? I need it. I want to be everything that you expect me to be.”

Soft fingers grasped her chin and lifted until she was looking directly into Chris’ sweet smiling face. “I expect you to be yourself. We will make up the rules for our relationship as we go. We don’t need to follow anyone else’s definitions. I expect you to speak respectfully, trust my judgment, and know that I’m always thinking about your best interest. For right now, those are the only rules you need to follow.”

Sara leaned forward, resting her head against his hard chest. He lifted his arms to touch her back, but made a soft grunt. She sat up quickly, looking at the pained look on his face. “Sir, have you had a doctor examine your shoulder?” All the times that Chris had carried her in the last few hours blew through her mind, and she covered her mouth with her hand while she gasped, “Oh my god! You have been carrying me around! No wonder you are hurting. We’ll take my car to the emergency room so you don’t have to balance your bike. Let me get…”

Sara started to lift off his lap, but Chris held her down with ease. She didn’t want him exerting himself, so she quickly sat back down. “No, Sara. I have already seen a doctor in Kentucky. It doesn’t always hurt, just certain motions bother me more than others. As soon as we get back to Colorado, I will start physical therapy.”

Sara flinched as her brain processed what he just said. “You mean you’re going back to Colorado?”

Chris looked at her pointedly and replied, “Yyyeeesss, Sara,” with an exaggerated pause, “
We
are going back to Colorado. I still have my apartment there, and Craig at the bar told me that you don’t have a job right now, and that you don’t have much family around here anymore.”

“How do you know Craig? And my sister is here! I can’t leave her now! We’ve just started getting closer and I don’t think….”

Chris silenced her lips with a long, passionate kiss that left her drained, and completely derailed her train of thought. “Don’t overthink things, Sara. You need a change of pace. If you don’t want to stay in Colorado permanently, then we can just go for a few months and come back. I would prefer to live in a bigger city than this, but whatever makes you happy. I was at the bar last night after Craig dropped you off at your sister’s apartment. He’s pretty chatty and he told me that your mother kicked you off the farm you grew up on, and that you live in a shit-hole trailer that should be pushed into the ground and buried.”

“I need you to be happy with your life, and I want to be a part of it. Forever. I love you, Sara. I think I have since our first night together.”

Sara couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks, nor did she want to. As each tear fell, her body felt lighter and her mind was clearing. Happiness flooded her system, making it easy to say the words back to him. “I love you, too. With everything that I am.”

Chris smiled as he grabbed her face with his hands, pulling her down so that she was laying on top of him. His lips were sweet and tender as he made love to her mouth. He rolled them both over so that he was on top and his body was pinning her into the mattress. Shifting his attention down her body, he quickly honed in on her aching breasts. Having his talented mouth nipping and licking the swells of her breasts was the most heavenly torture. Once he flicked the tight buds of her nipples with his tongue, she was panting heavily.

Chris only chuckled as he continued to her navel, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and tickling her ribs with the calluses on his hands.

His tongue massaged a trail down her body as he held her hips down and used his knees to spread her legs. A gust of breath tickled across her mound as his fingers spread her labia wide. Her back arched when his tongue landed directly on her throbbing clit. “Oohhh!” she cried while she wove her hands into his hair.

Chris jumped off the bed as if he was burned, but he had the most devious smile on his face. While rummaging through the hardware store bags near the door, he told her, “I wouldn’t want you to worry about where to put your hands, little one.”

He pulled a roll of athletic tape out of the bag, tossing it up in the air and catching it as he walked back towards the bed. In his other hand was a blunt-edged pair of scissors and a foil packet. “Hands above your head and cross your wrists together.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered as she lifted her hands as instructed.

Chris deftly unwrapped the tape and wound it carefully around her wrists. Once he was done, he tore the tape with his hands, and set the tape, scissors and condom on the table next to her head. “There really isn’t a good place to secure you here, so this will have to do. When we get back home, I will give you a proper introduction to restraints. I don’t think you are ready for that, yet.” He kissed her mouth quickly, before he shucked his jeans and boxer briefs.

He crawled in between her legs again and started to mercilessly tease the petals of her sex with his tongue. It didn’t take long for her staccato whimpering to turn into an elongated moan.

“Please, Sir. Please, make me come.”

“My pleasure, Sara.”

Sara could hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and she watched him unfurl the latex over his shaft. Chris guided his cock until it was barely brushing the swollen folds. Expertly he slid inside her slippery channel, slowly at first until he had bottomed out. Sara immediately began a monosyllable pant as he pumped in and out, making her body float with sensations.

Chris’ face was curled up in angst as he continued to drive in and out. Sara could feel the telltale sensations signaling she was close to an orgasm. She tried to hold on as long as she could, until she knew that Chris was ready. For some reason, she wanted to explode with him at the same time, to feel the same feelings at the exact same moment; to know that they were completely in tune with each other.

Chris opened his eyes, carefully watching her face as he angled her hips a different direction, letting his cock brush her insides at a different angle. As if on cue, she could feel his cock swelling as he ordered, “Come with me, Sara.”

That was it for her. The sensations that battered her nerve endings were way beyond anything that she could have imagined. Every cell in her body was being electrified as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Chris sounded like he was speaking in tongues as he muttered incoherent words through clenched teeth. The first wave had started to subside, when Chris laid his thumb over her overly sensitive clit, and commanded, “Again, Sara. You can do it.”

At first she want to squirm away from his touch, but it quickly turned into another series of wonderful tingles that made her body feel lighter. Chris slowed his movements, as Sara tried to regain her senses, but she liked the euphoric feeling and didn’t want it to end. For a few minutes, she was going to enjoy the orgasmic stupor. She knew that Chris was here, and she was safe. The world had righted itself.

S
ara stood outside her almost empty home as Chris and Bryn’s boyfriend, Charlie loaded up the last of the furniture that she owned onto the rented trailer. They had decided that it would be best to just donate to charity the pieces that were in good enough shape and toss the questionable items.

Chris had growled at her several times when they were sorting through all her things, telling her that she wouldn’t be living like this anymore.
Not on his fucking watch
. It was sweet that he was so protective, but it was a bit painful when she laughed at him the last time and he pulled her into the bedroom. After baring her ass, he paddled her a few times before calmly pulling her jean shorts back up and leaving the room.

Once the last of the pieces were strapped down, Charlie had started to walk back to where Sara and Bryn were casually lounging in the shade. Chris headed the other direction, making Sara a bit nervous. She doubted that he was supposed to be doing any heavy lifting, but the bull-headed man wouldn’t listen, and she was afraid that he was in pain.

Chris tweaked her nipple,
hard
, when she suggested that they ask for someone else to help load the furniture. Sara’s pain tolerance in the last few weeks had gone up considerably, but at the same time, he was well-versed now on what types of kind of pain she could and couldn’t handle.

He told her that once they got to Colorado, and got settled, they would work on setting some hard and soft limits, but for now, they were practicing in a more relaxed way. Sara was grateful for that, since the way it was now, she was being punished often enough. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like when Chris insisted on high protocol.

“Charlie, did Chris say where he was going?” Sara asked the dark-haired doctor after he had scooped up Bryn out of her chair, and sat down again with her in his lap.

After wiping his sweaty brow on Bryn’s tank top, which earned him a playful smack on his arm, he answered, “No, he didn’t. I didn’t know he wasn’t allowed to wander around on his own.”

Bryn turned in his lap, and smacked him even harder on his arm. “Stop being a dick, Charlie.”

“That’s twice, kitten,” he said as he hoisted them both out of the chair. Charlie bent at the knees and tossed Bryn over his shoulder, “Time to go home. Later, Sara.”

Bryn was flaying the whole way back to their motorcycle, cursing a blue streak. Sara heard two sharp cracks split the evening air, before Bryn quieted down. Then a motorcycle roared to life and practically broke the light barrier racing back towards town.

Sara was still giggling when she made her way back to the truck and trailer. Not seeing Chris, she made her way inside the now, empty trailer. After searching every room, she gave up and called out his name.

“Yes, baby?” he said from the doorway.

“Hey, I couldn’t find you. Where did you go?”

Chris was bare-chested, only wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, showing off his delicious V-pack muscles. The rest of his killer body was toned and perfectly sculpted, making Sara’s mouth water. There were days she had to pinch herself to make sure he wasn’t a fantasy. His once previously over bleached hair was now thankfully back to his normal mixed blond color since he let Sara cut off the dyed mess. His green eyes were sparkling with laughter as he asked, “Keeping tabs on me, are we, little one?”

Sara cocked her eyebrow playfully as she sauntered into his arms. “Yes, someone needs to. I wanted to make sure your shoulder is okay.”

Chris stepped back, and glared. “Yes, it’s fine. I was talking with someone is all.”

“Who?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really. I was just curious. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

Chris pulled her back into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. After sighing, he answered, “Darrin stopped to
chat
.”

Sara tried to pull back to look at his face, but Chris kept her held tightly in his arms. “What did he say?” she hissed.

After a teasing pat on her butt, Chris chided her, “Now stop it, Sara. He wanted to wish us well, I guess. There were no punches thrown, or blood flying.”

“What do you mean, ‘you guess’? What exactly did he say?”

“He told me that if I hurt you, he would track me down. Then I told him that I didn’t expect any less.”

“That’s it?” Sara asked incredulously.

“Yup. Guy posturing, that’s all.” He kissed her hair and then pulled her back out the door. “We have all your stuff now, right?”

Sara remembered packing up her entire wardrobe that she intended to keep into five large boxes. Most everything in the kitchen was second hand and didn’t need to make the trip. She had one box full of mementos and pictures, but that was it. Everything that she was taking fit in the jump seats in the pick-up Chris had rented for the drive.