Indulgence (137 page)

Before I can even shriek, he stands, grabs me up, and throws
me over his shoulder, slapping my ass when I come to rest there. “I’ll show you
what I’m a great help at!” he bellows as he carries me down the hall.

I’m kicking my feet and screaming and laughing, “Put me
down! Put me down!”

He drops me across the bed like a giant bag of coffee beans
and then braces himself above me. “Want some help?” he growls down at me.

I’m still laughing like a hyena. “Yes! You can help me all
you want. I can use all the help I can get!”

Like lightning, he strips off my jeans and shoots me a
malevolent grin. “Oh, I’m gonna help you, all right. I’m gonna help you until
you’re begging me to stop. Get hold of that tee and that pretty, lacy bra that
I’m sure I’ll love and get them the hell off, baby girl. That body of yours is
mine.”

“Yes, Master!” I grin and pant. While I take everything off,
I watch, delighted, as he does the same, then rolls on a condom. I’ll never get
tired of that body, no sir. It’s amazing. Oh, god, I know I’m going to love
this. I’m wondering what he’s planning to do and, as usual, he surprises me.

Two pairs of cuffs. He puts one set on me and the other set
on him, then cuffs our hands together so we’re facing each other. Pressing my
wrists into the mattress and looming over me, he stares down at me. “Just look
into my eyes. Don’t look away. We need to be together in this world, and I want
you to know how much I love you.” With no fanfare, no foreplay, no prelude of
any kind, he rolls his hips forward and buries himself in me.

I’ve never seen a more intense pair of eyes as they capture
me and hold me hostage. I couldn’t look away if I tried, and yet it’s difficult
to keep my gaze locked with his. I’ve always needed clitoral stimulation, but
there’s something rising in me that I can’t describe. It’s almost like the whole
world has dropped away and it’s only the two of us, our bodies drawn together
almost painfully. I feel like an addict waiting for the rush to hit, and I want
to wrap my arms around him, but his hands holding my wrists to the mattress
trap me there and keep me prisoner. One at a time, he takes a hand from my
wrist, presses our palms together, and wraps his fingers through mine. As we
continue to stare into each other’s eyes, something amazing happens.

An orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced settles in.
It’s quiet but powerful, and I’m drawn into it like the pull of a magnet. His
eyes bore into my soul and he whispers, “Kimmie, I love you more than anything
else in this world.”

I can barely speak as another climax hits me, but I manage
to groan out, “Oh, god, Jaz, I love you too. You’re my everything.” In just a
few more minutes, another one knots me up, and I grip his fingers so tightly
that I’m sure I’m hurting him, but he just squeezes back gently and keeps
going, that rock-hard shaft making my body sing.

But staring into his eyes this way? I can honestly say I’ve
never felt this connected to another living soul. It’s almost like our life
forces have combined, and I feel like I’m slipping into forever with him. When
I look into those gorgeous brown orbs, what I see reflected back is pure joy,
and I just want us wrapped up in each other’s arms. I want to drown in the
passion and beauty that this relationship is steeped in. “Can you feel it,
baby? Feel it?” he whispers to me.

“Oh, god, yes. Yes, Jaz, I do. Please, god, I don’t ever
want to stop. Promise me you’ll always love me.”

“Always, baby.” I start to say something when he moans, “Oh,
god, I’m coming. I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Then don’t. Just let go.” Another orgasm hits me just as he
grinds into me, setting my body on fire, and his climax is complete. He drops
his body weight down onto me and buries his face in my neck, his breath hot on
my skin. I murmur to him, “Can we undo these cuffs? I really want to touch
you.”

With a little nip on my neck, he rises and starts unhooking
the cuffs. When they’re off, we roll to our sides and just hold each other.
I’ve never felt so complete before, and it’s sweet and precious. “Better?” he
asks with a warm smile.

“Much better.” I hesitate for a few seconds, then say, “I’ll
be so glad when we don’t have to use a condom.”

“Me too. Someday soon . . .” he says, then adds, “But always
for anal. Always.”

Wonder when we’ll do that?
, I ask myself, but I don’t
say anything. There’s always tomorrow. I want tomorrow with Jasper. I want all
of my tomorrows with him.

*****

“Ready?”

“Yeah! I think I’ve got everything. How long is it going to
take us to get there?”

“About five hours. I figured we’d stop along the way and get
some dinner.” Jaz reaches down and picks up my bags. “Good lord, girl, what’ve
you got in these?”

“Bricks,” I grin.

“Feels like it.” Once he gets them in the car, he comes back
for his own.

I notice his gig bag sitting by the door. “What’s in the
bag?”

He grins. “Stuff.”

I grin back. “What kind of stuff?”

“Good stuff.”

I like the sound of that.

Once we’re on the road, I turn on the radio, but Jaz reaches
over and turns it off. “Why’d you do that?”

He smiles without looking at me. “I want us to be able to
talk. Can’t do that with the radio going.”

“Oh.” I’d never thought of that. Phil didn’t ever want to
talk. He just listened to the radio. Half the time when I tried to ask him
something, he couldn’t even hear me. Of course, I’ve wondered if he just
pretended he couldn’t. “So what are we going to talk about?”

Jaz just shrugs. “I dunno. I just thought it would be nice
if we could.”

“Oh. Okay. So, um, I had a new client today.”

He grins. “One of those Doms I asked you to call me about?”

“No!” That makes me laugh. “No, just a sub who wanted a new
corset. She doesn’t have a Dom. I think she’s planning to look for one and she
wants to look good.”

“Makes sense to me.” I watch him as he’s driving. God, he’s
a looker. I still can’t believe he’d have anything to do with me, but I’m sure
glad he has. “So have you heard anything from the young sub with the older
Dom?”

“Not lately. I’m guessing she’s getting pretty big. But
she’s so cute. I bet that baby will be cute too.”

We just keep chatting, and I get a surprise: Jaz’s oldest
sister, Marlene, lives in St. Louis. And it appears I’ll be meeting her. That
makes me extremely nervous, but I guess it’s inevitable. Then I think of
something else. “So are we going to a club while we’re there?”

“I’ll let you decide that. Let’s see what happens, shall
we?” I’m watching his face and there’s something there that I can’t define.
He’s up to something; I just don’t know what. “So I found someone to show you
around.”

I just know what he’s going to say. “Marlene, right?”

“Nope.”

Well, that’s a surprise. Once again, it’s not safe to assume.
“Oh? Who?”

“Misty. My friend Reggie’s wife. She said she’d be glad to.
Is that okay with you?”

I shrug. “Sure, I guess. I like meeting new people. That’ll
be fun.”

“Yeah. I think it will be.”

Why do I get the distinct impression that there’s something
going on there? That he’s not telling me something? It’s right there on his
face, but he’s not giving anything away. I decide to just not ask and wait. If
he wants to surprise me, there must be a good reason.

We take a couple of breaks and, because it’s late, we stop
in Springfield and eat on the way. There’s a little mom and pop Italian place,
and it’s really good; Jaz says he stops there when he’s going to and coming
from St. Louis, and I love that we’re getting to do the things together that he
does while he’s traveling alone. We manage to roll into the porte-cochere of
the hotel at eleven thirty. What a place! I may not be much of a traveler, but
I’ve got a feeling it’ll be a long time before I see another hotel this
beautiful. The fountain out front alone would impress anyone, but the inside of
the hotel is like another world. Wandering about in the lobby, I take in the
furniture and artwork while Jaz checks in. Lost in my observations, I’m
startled when he slips an arm around my waist from behind and says, “I’ve got
the key. Let’s go.” He leads me toward a bank of elevators, and I start to ask
about our luggage, but I’m guessing there’s someone bringing it up for us, so I
just say nothing and grin. I feel like a princess.

“Home sweet home,” Jaz says with a sweep of his arm when the
door to the room opens. My god – I’ve never seen a more opulent room. It’s
amazing, from the beautifully-appointed draperies to the big, regal bed. I note
immediately that the headboard is solid, damn it. But I know Jaz. If he wants
to play, he’ll find a way to do it. I’m greeted by a bathroom that’s gorgeous,
all granite and chrome and glass. There are fresh flowers everywhere; their
scent wafting about as we walk the room. “Like it?”

“Oh, god, Jaz, it’s incredible. I feel like royalty.”
Without warning, he grabs my arm, yanks me up against him, and wraps his arms
around my waist.

The sudden sadness on his face freezes my heart. “You are
royalty, baby girl. You’re my queen. This is the kind of life you should be
living, not some two-bit existence with a manufacturing specialist who can’t
give you the things you deserve. This is what I want you to have.”

“I have everything I need,” I whisper and give him a peck on
the lips, then add, “and everything I want. More. I have more than enough.” My
hands find his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks, and I murmur into his
mouth, “If all I had was you, I’d never want for anything more.” The second the
words are out, he crushes my lips with his in a kiss that makes little flames
lick up and down my spine. I’m losing myself in it when there’s a knock at the
door.

“Ah, opulence has its downfalls too!” he snickers as he goes
to the door. The bellman – yes, he’s wearing one of those suits, to my delight
– wheels the cart with our luggage into the room, and I behave myself while Jaz
flips open his wallet and hands the man a bill before the gentleman retreats to
the hallway. “So everything’s here. And it’s midnight. I’ve got to be at the
plant tomorrow morning at eight, and your ride is coming at nine. I’m thinking
we should just get some sleep. Whaddya think?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I sing-song back and give him my best
coy smile. “I was kinda looking forward to making this bed ours.”

“Oh yeah? We can do that. I’m just not up for our usual
Olympic decathalon.” He’s coming out of his shirt and slacks, and seeing him
standing there in nothing but his briefs and socks makes my tummy do little
flip-flops. Before I can get comfortable with that view, he whips off the
briefs, slips off his socks, and turns to me. I reach for the bottom of my top,
but he barks out, “No. I’m undressing you. Stand still.” The top comes off
first, followed by my jeans and socks. I stand there in front of him in my bra
and panties, a racy little number that I bought at the big lingerie store in
the mall about a week before. They’re extremely frou-frou, and I suddenly feel
stupid. Someone my age standing here in something like this? Really? I should
be wearing cotton granny panties and a fifties cone-shaped bra.

“You look delicious, angel,” he hums into my neck as he nips
it, and suddenly I’m glad I wore the set.

“I don’t look ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous is the
last
term I’d use to describe
you.” His teeth graze my neck again before he sucks hard on it.

“No hickeys,” I mumble.

“Love bites. Please. We’re not in high school anymore,” he
snickers.

“Hickeys. Love bites. Whatever. I really don’t want to wear
them around St. Louis. I think my tour guide might be a little uncomfortable
with that, not to mention what your sister will think.”

“Trust me, they’d be fine with Misty, and Marlene couldn’t
care less.” His hands wander from my waist up my back, and when they find the
closure on my bra, they snap it open and he lets out a sigh. “There we go,” he
whispers as he slips the straps down my arms, and I stand there in nothing but
my panties as he stares at me.

I guess I squirm a little because he growls, “Stand still.
What’s wrong?”

With a little shrug, I mumble, “That’s a little
uncomfortable, you looking at me that way.”

“Why?” In a second or two, he says, “Kimmie, look at me.
Eyes up here, baby.” When I manage to meet his gaze, he chuckles. “I’ve fucked
you to kingdom come and back, lay face to face with your yoni, licked and
sucked your clit until you’re screaming, and you’re embarrassed to stand in
front of me naked?” He shakes his head and chuckles again. “I’ll never
understand women if I live to be a thousand. Never.”

That makes me giggle. “We’re a curiosity, I guess.”

“You
guess
? Yeah, a curiosity. That’s one way to put
it.” I get the impression with the way he’s looking at me now that he’s
planning something, maybe something I don’t want to know about, at least not
yet. Then he leans down and drags my panties down my legs, stopping on the way
back up to kiss my mound sweetly before standing in front of me again. “Now, go
over and stand in front of the bed.” I do as he says and watch him go to his
gig bag, rummaging around until he pulls something out. Turning back to me, he
holds out the objects he’s pulled out and I almost snort.

My blue platform stilettos. He hands them to me and snarls,
“Go to the bathroom, do whatever you need to do, put these on, and get back out
here.” Without a word, I grab them from his hands and make a bee-line for the
bathroom.

It’s amazing in here. There’s a toilet and a bidet. Never
got the hang of those things, but I decide to try it. Not bad – not bad at all.
That eliminates the need for personal towelettes, I must say. I find my
toothbrush and toothpaste and brush my teeth, then grab my hairbrush and brush
my hair. A quick look in the mirror says that I look okay, so I slip on the
shoes and head back out into the bedroom to find him waiting. Lamps and lights
turned off, there are a half-dozen candles burning around the room to
illuminate it. “Give me just a few seconds and I’ll be right back,” he says,
and I hear the sound of the water running, probably for brushing his teeth.
When he returns, he goes back to his bag and digs around again.