Summer Solace (24 page)

Gabe stood back, his own heart thudding in his chest. She was absolutely incredible in her submission to him. It was a gift he would never take for granted. He would treasure the gift that was Joanna every moment of his life. He took her hand and guided her into the bathroom. Once he had her standing in the center of the rather small room, he reached up and unfastened the blindfold. Joanna slowly opened her eyes and gasped. Every available surface of the room was covered with candles, their flickering light illuminating the room. This is where the scent originated. The air was redolent with the scent of the candles, dozens and dozens of them. She had never seen anything more romantic.

“How?” she asked seeing each flame flicker slightly inside their glass holders.

“Kim is a good friend,” Gabe answered as he smiled. “She lit them before coming up to the site. I wanted them everywhere but she convinced me they were safer just lit in here.”  Joanna smiled thinking that sounded just like her friend. Safety first. Thoughts of Kim or anyone else fled her mind as Gabe began to undress.

Her heart stuttered as he stepped out of the last of his clothing. He was truly magnificent and she ached to touch him. She held out her hand when he reached for hers. She allowed him to help her into the tub that was filling with warm water. He must have started the tub before undressing her in the bedroom. When it was half–full, he turned off the water and climbed into the tub with her. He settled against the curve in the back of the tub and pulled her to sit between his legs, her back to his chest. She loved baths and as she relaxed against him, she realized how very much she had missed sharing them with him. She closed her eyes and just allowed the quiet of the room and the scent of the candles to engulf her. Gabe held her for a long time before moving. He raised his hands from the water and moved them to her breasts.

“Oh, Gabe,” she moaned as he again began to play with her nipples. Her pussy clenched and she felt his erection against her bottom. Her desire spiraled up until she was arching back against him, her hands fluttering in the water causing some of it to splash over the edge of the tub. As much as Gabe wanted to take her in the tub, hers was just too small to accommodate the act. He shushed her and began to gently stroke down her sides, her hips and her arms with his hands until she had calmed a bit.

“I love you, Joanna,” he whispered as he kissed the side of her neck. She shuddered at the delicious feel of his lips on her skin.

“Oh, Gabriel, I will love you forever.” 

He felt his heart fill at her promise and knew it to be true. He moaned and then moved her a bit forward in the tub. He stood and she wanted nothing more than for him to return to her.

“Easy, sweetheart. I have so much more in store for you.” 

She smiled and watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist, his erection making a tent at the front. She giggled and he looked down.

“Shit, well, I’m a Seal, I can control myself.” 

She arched an eyebrow as if questioning his abilities. He mock glared down at her and then reached to help her stand. She was surprised when he didn’t help her out of the tub. Instead, she watched as he lifted a small stool and placed it in the middle of the tub. He smiled but didn’t speak as he guided her down onto the stool. The water came up to cover only the tops of her thighs, and she shivered as he instructed her to spread her legs wide. As she slowly inched them apart until she was as stretched as possible, she saw him at the counter of the sink. She watched as he poured something into a bowl and then used a brush to whip it into a thick lather. Understanding flooded through her as her eyes dropped to her sex. He was obviously going to remove her pubic hair. She shivered with both uncertainty and desire. Gabe knelt at the tub, a pair of scissors in his hand.

“I’m going to cut off what I can with the scissors, Joanna. Then, sweetheart, I am going to shave you. I want you to trust me. Be still and know that I will not hurt you.” 

She had her lower lip caught between her teeth but nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her sex clenching and moistening.

Gabe smiled and was soon snipping the curls from her mound. He used one hand to gently part her labia and she moaned, feeling another rush of liquid flow into her core.

“Steady, honey. Keep still,” he said softly.

She obeyed, her breath catching as he laid down the scissors and picked up the bowl of shaving cream. “Lean back a bit and brace your hands on the back edge of the tub. You need to lift your hips a bit.”  She blushed but did as he ordered, feeling awkward until he leaned forward and kissed her mound. His kiss made her slide from awkwardness directly into desire. She watched as he lathered her, making sure every inch of her sex was covered with the thick cream. She closed her eyes when he picked up the straight edge razor and brought it close to her body.

“Easy, Joanna. Trust me,” Gabe said as he looked up at her eyes.

Joanna was very aware of the razor, but nodded. “I do trust you, Gabriel,” she murmured.

He smiled and then began to shave her. Joanna took very shallow breaths as swipe after swipe of the razor cut through the shaving cream. Gabe would rinse the blade off in a bowl of water he had brought over to the tub and then wipe it on a towel before making the next pass. By the time he was done, Joanna felt like an hour had passed. Her clit was throbbing with need for release as his fingers ran over every inch of her now shaved skin as if to make sure not a single hair had escaped the blade.

“Good girl, that’s beautiful, Joanna. No more waxing for you. I’ll keep you exactly like this, shorn and completely bare for me, understood?” he asked, his eyes locked on hers.

She shuddered but managed to nod. Gabe grinned and stood to remove the shaving implements. The water had grown cool so he drained the tub while he helped her from it. He removed the stool and then dried her very gently before wrapping her in the towel. She was languid with the release of tension she had felt during the shaving. He unbraided her hair and then asked her to hand him the brush. She opened her eyes and reached into her drawer.

Her fingers encountered the handle of a brush she knew shouldn’t have been in her drawer. When she pulled it from the drawer, her eyes widened in recognition and her eyes met his and saw his smile. She blushed and lifted the brush. He took it from her and slowly turned it over. She couldn’t believe he had saved the brush all these years. Without even asking, she knew he had never used it on another soul. He had given it to her one night long ago. Seeing him holding the brush in his hands brought back memories. She saw the wide, thick wooden backside and knew that it was capable of giving an excellent though painful reminder on her bare bottom if she earned a hair - brushing. As Gabe turned her around and pulled her back against him, a far more pleasant memory surfaced. Gabe kissed her cheek before using the brush on her hair. Once it was soft and untangled, he led her into the bedroom and to the bed.

As he pulled the towel from her body and turned her to face the bed, she gasped again. Lying across the bed were several things she hadn’t seen in years. On her pillow was a large wooden paddle that she knew without a doubt would have her name carved into the handle. Next to it was a leather strap. She knew the strap would thud against her bottom and cause a lingering pain for days. She unconsciously reached out and stroked the leather with her fingers. Next to the strap was a flogger that she knew was both erotic and painful when used on her bottom or between her legs. She was unaware that she was moaning as her hands moved from one implement to the next. She felt Gabe’s arms slide around her waist in a loving embrace as she continued her exploration. A thinner strap followed the flogger and then a rattan cane. She gasped and shuddered as her hands ran up its sleek wood.

Gabe bent and kissed her shoulder and then gave her a sharp nip as she remembered how the cane felt when it exploded across her bottom. She groaned and swayed when he nipped her shoulder again. Gabe’s arms tightened around her. She moved on to pick up the nipple clamps that were next and smiled. She remembered how frightened she had been the first time Gabe had clamped her nipples. She had soon discovered that they would always be a little uncomfortable but were incredibly erotic as well, especially when Gabe held the short chain between them, tugging on her clamped nipples as he took her hard and fast. Another groan escaped her throat as she felt his erection press up against her buttocks. She was quivering in anticipation of all that Gabe had planned. Her skin burned hotter when she saw the various vibrators, dildos and plugs that made up another the line laid out across her bed. She was unconscious of the fact she clenched her bottom tightly seeing the plugs.

Gabe felt it as he held her close against him and he grinned. He knew she would never admit the fact she found great pleasure in their use, well, at least when she wasn’t wearing a large one he had placed deep inside her bottom for punishment purposes. The next item on the bed caused her to moan. She didn’t reach for it. It was a large red enema bag, complete with various sized nozzles and a long tube. She knew exactly how uncomfortable she felt when Gabe administered a hot and full punishment enema to her. She didn’t have to open the jar sitting beside the equipment to know that the odor would send her body into a fluttering squirming deep inside her tummy. It contained a special type of lubricant that Gabe used to make sure her body knew it was being invaded. The lube would allow her Master to ease the insertion of any implement he desired deep into her bottom, and also cause her insides to heat slowly until she felt as if she was on fire. Her face flushed as Gabe moved his lips to nuzzle the side of her neck, directly below her ear. She also understood he had included it to remind her that he had been serious about washing her clean of naughty words. She was about to turn from the bed to bury her face in her lover’s neck when she saw that something was next to the bag. She felt Gabe’s arms hold her just a bit tighter. She reached for it and realized it was a narrow collar, one that might appear to be a simple choker to anyone who didn’t know its true meaning. Joanna knew it signified that she was owned, that she was a true submissive under the authority of her dominant. She felt a surge of love flow through her as she picked up the collar and turned in her lover’s arm. He smiled and nodded at the question in her eyes.

“Yes, my love,” he answered the unspoken question. “I want to collar you, Joanna. I want there never to be any doubt in your mind that I adore and love all of who you are. I will protect you always and spend my life fulfilling your every need, your every fantasy.” 

He lifted her hand and kissed the ring he had placed on her finger. “You will be my wife,” he paused and took the collar from her trembling hands. She gave him a nod and lowered her head. She quivered as he placed it around her neck and buckled it securely behind her. “And, my love, you will be my Submissive.”  She lifted her face to his, her eyes shining with her tears. He knew her, knew all about her need to explore the darker side of herself with him as her guide, and yet he loved her. She felt tears slide down her cheeks as he kissed her again and again.

When he released her, he reached to the nightstand and picked up a pile of silk scarves. She moaned at the sight of them. Gabe smiled and whispered, “I will bind you, and then, Joanna, I will claim you. Every single part of you.”  She shuddered at his promise and closed her eyes. He was her Dominant, her Master, her lover and would soon be her husband. Hours later when he released her from her bonds and pulled her close to him, she wept with a happiness she had never expected to feel again, and this time, Gabe wept with her.

Epilogue

Gabriel and Joanna Jamison returned to their special beach the next year to celebrate their first anniversary. The last year had been incredible and life changing for Joanna. Amber had indeed become her roommate and Gabe learned that his little sister was a caring and loving adult. She gave them all the privacy and respect they could possibly have desired. Joanna turned in her resignation but agreed to stay and work through the summer. The two women had become incredibly close and Joanna felt she had a new little sister as well as a dear friend.

Gabe took her to meet his parents one weekend after they had returned from their travels in Europe. His parents had fallen instantly in love with their soon to be daughter–in–law the moment they realized that she was the one that their eldest son had fallen in love with years ago. Joanna had been slightly hesitant before meeting them. Gabe told her that he had explained to everyone what had happened to split them apart without going into every detail. Joanna had felt shame flood through her but with his love and constant reassurance, she finally managed to put the past behind her and keep it there.

They wed the weekend after Labor Day. Amber was going off to college but planned on working at the Park each summer. Dan had been promoted to replace Joanna and was already counting on Amber to join Kim each year. After a two-week honeymoon in Hawaii, Joanna and Gabe had been busy with the plans for their new home. The Jamison clan all lived on the huge spread that had been in their family for generations. Joanna found it amazing that not a single adult child had any desire to move away from their family. Houses were scattered all across the acreage, far enough apart to provide all the privacy any couple could want while still close enough to ensure that support, love, and help were never out of reach. Joanna and Gabe’s mom grew close as they decorated the newlywed’s new home.

The day they moved in, Gabe swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. She had laughed and then felt her heart fill as he walked straight through their new home and exited onto their new back porch. It instantly reminded her of the one they had shared at her small cabin. He sat down in the new swing he had installed and they spent a quiet hour simply being together. That evening, they had christened their new parlor before falling into their four–poster bed to make love with complete abandon. Joanne held nothing back as she gave Gabe her trust, her heart, her body, her soul and every ounce of her love.