Unforgettable You (14 page)

And that’s it for me. I unload into the condom and when I do, I feel her tighten down on me like a clamp on a hose and she starts to scream. The vibrator’s still humming like mad, and I’m pretty sure she’s about to blow apart. As soon as I pull out of her, I signal Dave and he shuts off the vibrator.

Her chest is heaving, her tits rising and falling as she sucks in air. I check; yeah, she’s almost in subspace, her eyes half closed and lips slightly parted. Leathers zipped up, I trail the fingers of both hands from her shoulders all the way down her back and down her ass, and she arches her back and whimpers. It only takes a few seconds to release her from the bindings and she’s in my arms, cuddled close while I carry her to the back.

I kick the door to the private room closed and climb up into the middle of the bed with her, then draw her up tight against me. I want to just lie there and hold her, but she owes Dave a courtesy before we can just relax and before she leaves subspace. He’s already opened the door and is standing in the doorway, leaning against the facing, so I motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Submissive, your Sir has an expectation born of a promise you made to him. I expect you to fulfill that obligation. On your knees in front of him.”

I help her stand from the bed and she kneels in front of Dave. He waits, and I sit down beside him. “Undo his leathers for him as a courtesy.” Her hands are shaking as she does so, and when the laces are loosened and his fly is open, she reaches a hesitant hand in and brings out his cock. I’d forgotten how big, thick, and hard his is, not to mention that he’s uncircumcised, and I notice her looking at it strangely. Then I realize: She’s probably never seen an uncircumcised penis before in her life. I glance at Dave and point to his cock, and he almost laughs.

“Ever seen one like this before?” he asks. She shakes her head, and he chuckles. “Here. Let me help you.” Once he’s retracted his foreskin, he takes his cock in one hand and puts the other hand behind her head. “Open wide, darlin’. I expect you to take it all.”

I watch as she hesitates for only a second, then opens her mouth and lets him guide her head down over his cock. Something in my chest aches watching his length disappear in between those beautiful lips, but I have to accept it, and I know it won’t change the way we feel about each other. Being involved in the lifestyle for so many years and having shared dozens of subs, I’m unprepared to feel this way, though. It’s a surprise for me, and it just reinforces what I believe about the way I feel about her.

She’s so high and out of it that I watch Dave stand and actually face fuck her. I don’t think she’s even capable of doing it herself at this point, and her hands rest lightly on his thighs as he strokes into her mouth and moans. Sitting beside where he’s standing, I have almost the same view he does, and I’m hard just watching her suck him. He’s moving slowly but still forcing his cock deep into her throat, and she’s struggling with each stroke but not giving up. “Stop fighting the gag, darlin’, and just let it go. Drop your jaw and open your throat – like you’re yawning. There ya go! You’ve got it! Oh, baby, that’s good. That’s so good.”

It goes on and on – I’d forgotten what a master of control Dave is, not to mention a spectacular teacher – and I watch her go from struggling and almost panicked to relaxed and letting him use her as he pleases. “Okay, now, I’m about to finish up. I’m going to speed up and I want you to just let it happen, okay? Don’t panic. And when I finish, I’m going to hold you down on it for a little bit. You won’t be able to breathe, but don’t get upset or fight it. I know how long you can take it, and I won’t hurt you or hold you on me too long, okay? So here we go. I’ll let you know when, darlin’.”

He starts to stroke into her faster and more forcefully, and I reach out and stroke her hair as he does. That seems to help her relax, and he grunts a little with each strike. Finally, he moans out, “Here it comes, darlin’. In three, two, one . . .”

There’s a momentary look of fear on her face as he pumps a bucket load of cum into her throat and mouth, and she rolls her eyes up to look at both of us, but I smile back at her as Dave pants out, “Hold still.” He pulls her head down on him one last time and holds it there. Her eyes tear up and water as he grows perfectly still, and her face reddens. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s counting the seconds, and I’m guessing thirty. That’s a little extreme for a new sub, but still a good teaching opportunity. She makes a couple of choking sounds, but she doesn’t use her hand signal, so I wait. At the end of his count, he uses her hair to pull her off his dick and she gulps in a lungful of air.

There’s already a towel in my hand and I set to work wiping her face off and cleaning her up as Dave strokes her hair to calm her. When I’ve got her all tidied up, I scoot back on the bed as Dave helps her from the floor and up beside me. I roll her away from me, her back to my chest, and Dave scoots up in front of her so we can both wrap our arms around her. She reaches out to Dave, and he helps her wrap her arms around his neck, then kisses her lips gently. I kiss her neck and ear and tighten my grip around her.

We lie like that for a good while. I know Dave is looking into her face and stroking her cheek, making sure she feels appreciated and calm. I can’t imagine what it would be like without him around here. He’s the single greatest stabilizing factor in the whole community, and he’s become my dad since mine passed away, not to mention that my dad was never a kinkster, so I could never talk to him about things like this. Finally, he whispers to her, “You’re turning out to be a wonderful submissive, darlin’. I know Master Steffen is very, very proud of you.”

In a tiny, wavering voice, I hear her whisper, “Master Steffen, are you proud of me?”

“Oh, baby,” I whisper back, “I’m so, so proud of you. You were beautiful and you did so well. There’s no Dom in this club who’s as proud of their sub as I am of you.”

Dave leans in and drops a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going back out to the bar, baby. You stay here with your Dom and come back to us, okay? You’re a precious thing. Get some rest.” With that, he stands, laces his leathers back up, and strides out of the room but, before he goes through the doorway, he turns back, smiles at me, and gives me a tiny salute.

The black satin sheets are cool as I roll her back and forth to pull the covers back, and she shivers when her skin touches them. Drawing her close, I whisper to her, “God, you were amazing, baby, just amazing. I’m so proud of you. You did so well. Just relax and rest. You’re here with me and we’re safe.” Once she’s snuggled in, I pull the covers over both of us. It’s our little cocoon, a little quiet place where we can just be together and not think about anything except what we just did and how we feel about it. I finally decide it’s time she’s back in the world with me. “Sheila? You with me, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” she manages to whisper. It’s so sweet and small that I kiss her forehead. No need to lie – I’ve fallen in love with this woman. Her softness and warmth in my arms feeds something inside me that’s been hungry for a long time.

We both drift off and when I open my eyes and look at the clock, it’s about a quarter after nine. She’s still lying just like she was before, curled into me like a fern into moss. “Hey, baby, wake up. Sheila? Come on, wake up. We’re going to have to go soon.”

“Um-hmmmm,” she groans out.

“No, really, baby. Wake up. Come on, wake up.” I shake her a little, and that gets her eyes open.

“Hey.” She kisses my chin before she asks, “Everything okay?” There’s a sleepy smile on her face that melts my heart.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?”

She shrugs. “I don’t want you to be mad at me because of, you know, Dave. I wanted to be fair with him.”

“Did you enjoy pleasing him?”

“Yes.”

“How did that make you feel, pleasing him with me right there?”

She’s quiet for a minute. “At first it was weird, but then it was hot. The way he was looking at me while I did it, the way you were looking at me. It made me feel very, um, I don’t know how to describe it . . .”

“Did it make you horny?”

Her face turns bright red. “Um, yeah. Yeah, it did. It really, really made me want you. That’s strange, but I liked it. I liked being out there in front of everybody too, especially when you, you know.”

“Say it, Sheila. You’ve got to learn to use the terms. How else will you ever be able to ask for what you need?”

There’s a struggle going on in her head, and she finally says, “When you ass fucked me.” She stops. “I really liked it when you fucked my ass in front of everybody.”

“I’m so glad. I’d do anything for you. I hope you know that. It’s my job to give you whatever you need, and I’ll always do that gladly.”

She nods. “I love you, Steffen. I’d rather be with you than anywhere else with anybody else.”

“I’d rather be with you too, angel. Always. Come on. Let’s get up and get dressed. Ready?”

She nods again and rubs her eyes. “Yeah, sure. I’m ready.” We walk, arms around each other’s waists, to the doorway of the ladies locker room, where I drop her off and head to the men’s. I come out and stroll to the bar, where Dave stands smirking at me.

“What?”

Dave shakes his head. “Man, that girl’s . . . Clint says you’re in deep.”

It’s true, so why deny it? “I am. Really, really deep. I’m totally wrapped up in her.”

“Good. It’s time you had someone to care for who cares about you back.”

“Thanks.” I feel her presence at my side and turn to wrap my arms around her. “Ready to go, beautiful?”

“Yeah. Night, Dave. Thank you.”

“No, thank you, little one. You’re turning into an amazing submissive.”

She gives him a little red-faced smile and a wave as we walk away.

“I guess I’m dropping you at your place?” I ask once we’re in the car.

“Or you can stay with me. We haven’t stayed at my house.”

I grin at her in the dark. “You’ve never asked me.”

She giggles. “Well?”

“Sure! I’ll have to get up early and go home to shower and dress because I don’t have anything with me. Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

Her finger points out the window. “Stop right there. Drugstore. Go in and get a cheap one.” That sounds like a really good idea, and I do exactly that.

The house is dark when we get there, and she flips on the lights and says, “Hope you like my bed.”

“Will you be in it?”

She laughs. “Of course!”

My arms slip around her waist and I rub my nose against hers. “Then I’m sure I’ll love it.” Our lips meet for a scorching kiss, and my hands roam her back, then pull her close and tight. Everything about her is right, everything. I want this woman. Forever.

W
e’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, so I think it’s time. And the holidays are just around the corner. Everyone needs to know each other or things will be awkward.

“Do I look okay?”

I give her a wide smile. “You look perfect. She’s going to love you.”

“Are you sure? Oh, god, is my hair sticking up on this side?” She points to the side of her head, then rakes in her hair.

“No. Your hair is not sticking up. You don’t have anything in your teeth. And your pants do not make your ass look fat. So I think all the bases are covered.”

She laughs and looks at me cross-eyed. “Oh, hahaha.”

“I know. I’m a real scream.” Striding across the porch, I open the door for her and sweep my arm toward it so she’ll enter. Then I call out, “Mom! We’re here! Where are you?”

I hear some rustling around and then she shoots through the kitchen doorway. “Here! I’m right here! Oh, son, it’s so good to see you!” She kisses me on both cheeks and I realize how long it’s been since I’ve come over to see her and how much I love being around her. I don’t care if she
is
my mom – she’s so cute. “And who is this lovely lady?”

“Mom, this is Sheila Brewster. Sheila, this is my mother, Maggie Cothran.” My nose goes into high gear. “God, it smells good in here! What in the world are you cooking?”

“Stuffed peppers and roasted cauliflower. I’ve got a nice salad too, and we’ve got Black Forest cake for dessert! I hope you came hungry, dear,” she directs at Sheila.

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Cothran, I did.”

“That’s Maggie to you, dear. Well, come on, both of you! Sit down and tell me what’s been going on.”

We chit-chat for twenty minutes, and Sheila volunteers to help Mom in the kitchen while I go out to check her car. It’s been making a funny sound for a week, and she’s just now mentioning it. I get in, start it, and check a few things, then turn the steering wheel. Ah, I know that sound well: Power steering pump. It’s going out.

When I get back inside, the meal is on the table, the places set, and it’s time to eat. We make more small talk during dinner, then sit in the living room while my mother entertains Sheila with tales from my childhood, much to my mortification. When it’s time to go, she insists that we take cake home with us. For once, I don’t argue with my mother. On this issue, she’s obviously right.

We wave and drive away, and I drive two blocks, then whip into a parking space and shut off the car. I can’t stand it anymore. She looks surprised when I turn to her. “So? What did you think?”