A Kink in Her Tails (8 page)

It had been something quite surreal for Eve, that feeling of being bathed by a man’s seed. Something fundamental had stirred within her. The knowledge that they could create life. It was heady stuff.

He sighed. “Very well. But keep these handy, will you?” Simon neatly unclipped the hooks that fastened the cuffs together, and removed the leash from her collar.

“Um, honey? Wanna keep the collar on? It really looks cool…” He smiled at her and ran his hand over her breast, tugging at the nipple beads and making her wince a little.

“Yes, master. Whatever you say…” She began to slide off the bed.

“Whoa. Where are you going?”

“Merely to fetch something to tend to your needs, master,” she replied diffidently, risking a little glance under her eyelashes at him.

His eyebrow was raised, his eyes questioning and a little grin creased his lips. God she loved him.

“Very well, my woman. Tend me.” He lay back with an exaggerated groan.

“Yeah right.”

He raised his head.

“Sorry. I mean yes, of course, master.” Damn. She really had to watch her dominating tendencies.

Slipping into the bathroom, Eve grabbed the bowl and facecloths she’d readied earlier and returned to the room, standing beside Simon as he sprawled contentedly on the bed.

He jumped as she began to wash him with the cool water and the cloth.

“My goodness, Eve,” he laughed. “You do take your duties seriously…”

“Well, you see I read about this in…”

“Don’t tell me. One of your romances, right?”

Eve bit her lip. “Not this time. I picked up a book by JB Sims. It’s cool. You might like it. It’s called ‘

Seven Scenes, Seven Sins’. I’ll let you read it.” She carefully washed his cock and gingerly wiped around his balls, making sure to dry him afterwards with a soft towel. “You don’t like this?”

“On the contrary, dear slave. It’s rather deluxe, actually.” He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, so Eve assumed he was happy with her service.

“Of course, I do insist on returning the favor.”

Eve’s hands stilled. “You mean…”

“Of course. It will please me to clean you, Eve.” He’d worded it perfectly too. She was caught in her own trap.

“Lie down here, there’s a good little slave girl.”

Okay, do not curl lip. Slaves do not sass their masters.

Eve lay back on the bed.

Simon reached for a clean cloth and dipped it into the water, lathering the soap and working it to fragrant suds.

“Washing my slave woman. Hmm. This is a rare experience for me, you know.” Eve grunted as he began to cleanse her sensitive skin, wiping and tugging a little as he removed their intermingled juices from her flesh.

“Now, mustn’t miss this little bit here, let me see…”

The cloth found her clit and delicately circled it, just barely touching it with a light flicker of lather.

She moaned.

“Mmm. Looks clean enough to eat. I wonder…woman and lavender. Interesting combination.” Simon leaned forward and slipped his tongue gently over Eve’s clean clit.

She moaned again. “Simon, love…”

“That’s master love to you, Eve, slave woman. Your master desires your pleasure now. Be quiet while I take care of it.”

Simon pushed the cleaning supplies aside and knelt to his task. His face disappeared between her thighs, and before she knew it, a dull ache of arousal was beginning again deep within her.

“Oh Simon,” she breathed.

“Oh Eve,” he echoed, letting his breath dust her cunt and ratchet up her sexual tension.

His hands slid up and down her abdomen, playing in and around her navel, and eventually sliding beneath her to raise her to his mouth.

His tongue was an entity to itself.

Teasing, flicking, plunging into her little nooks and crannies, and making her juices run anew.

She’d thought that her climax would be of stunning and enormous magnitude, and she was right.

She had no idea that she could actually manage a second one after that. This was surely a night of new experiences.

Slowly and gradually, Simon used his mouth and his tongue to arouse her, and then he leisurely took his time, bringing her along fast, then letting her ease down a little.

Before too long she was a whimpering pile of lust just waiting for his cock to make her explode.

“Simon…” she moaned. “Please…I want you…”

She struggled to reach his cock that was now lying rigid against her body.

Evading her hungry grasp, Simon neatly flipped her onto her stomach and once again draped her legs off the edge of the bed.

“I really like these stocking things, Eve. Can we keep them?” he muttered, as he opened her thighs wide and stepped between.

“Sure, honey,” she gasped. “Anything you say…”

“Good,” he sighed, grabbing the head of his cock and slipping it into her folds. “Oh sooo good…” He slid deep, deep inside her, touching her soul. His cock was hot and hard and filled all her empty spaces.

“Simon,” she breathed, arching her back and thrusting against him.

“Yes,” he said, stroking her with his hands and his cock. “Yes, Eve. Yes. It’s right. Us. This. Forever…” His words faded as his speed increased, and Eve’s heart melted as his hands stroked her and petted her and loved her in time with the pounding of his cock.

He slammed against her in a frenzy, driving her into the blankets and touching a spot deep within her that made her want to scream with the pleasure of it.

“OhGodohGodohGod…”

She had no idea who was shouting. It might well be her. But in the next instant it no longer mattered.

For the second time that night, Eve Bentley orgasmed.

For the second time that night, Simon Austen was right there with her, filling her, sharing her climax and offering up one of his own.

Her mind emptied of everything but the feel of Simon’s cock spurting its seed within her.

Her heart unfurled the last of its worries and let it evaporate into a huge breathy sigh that echoed around the room.

She was his, and he was hers. It was life, it was destiny, it was nature. It was also wonderful.

With a smile on her face and Simon nearly comatose beside her, Eve slept.

“So you never did use Matilda?”

Adele smiled across the table at Eve, who was feeling rather like the Cheshire Cat. She couldn’t stop grinning.

“Nope. Two days later, Matilda was still in a heap on the floor.”

“
Two days
?”

“Hey, being a slave is serious business. And I had microwave pizza…”

“Eeeeuwww.”

“Well, yeah. That wasn’t great. So we ended up sending out for Chinese.”

“But the end result was the same. True love wins out, the lovers end up married happily ever after.” Adele tipped her head and looked at Eve.

“Yep. Pretty much. I have your stuff here, by the way. I’m going to keep the thong and the thigh highs, if it’s all right with you?”

“God yeah. I’ve got plenty. Every time I do a fetish-related shoot I get more merchandise. The thigh highs were a success, were they?”

In spite of herself, Eve blushed. “Um, yeah.”

“Cool.” Adele managed to keep a straight face.

“So, you gonna have a bit of time free in a couple of weeks? Simon and I are going to have a very quiet little thing, just a few words in front of his friend who’s an ordained minister. We’re thinking out in the garden, you know?”

“Oh yeah, neat. Need photos?”

“Adele.” Eve was caught. She desperately wanted Adele there as a guest, but knew she’d never get any better photos than the ones Adele would take.

“What can I say? You’ll take the most magnificent pictures I can imagine, but I don’t want you working on this day…”

“It’s not work to me, Eve. It’s my passion. Let me enjoy the day the best way I know how?”

“Weelll…” Eve tugged on her lower lip, wishing Simon were there to advise her. But he’d gone off for a day long conference, and she was stuck with this tough decision.

She sighed. “All right. I’m going with my gut here, because I don’t believe you would have offered if you didn’t want to. But I insist you bring a date, and you only shoot photos when you feel like it, okay?” Adele smiled happily. “Wonderful. My date will be my newest boyfriend…”

“Oh?” Eve pricked up her ears.

“Yep. His name’s Nikon, he’s 35mm, autofocus, SLR…”

“Adele!” Eve laughed. “Can’t you dredge up someone?”

Adele shrugged. “Sweetie, at my age they’re all too young or too old. I’m happy with my camera equipment and my good friends…” She reached across the table and gripped Eve’s hand with hers.

“Just be happy, Eve. You have a wonderful guy. Enjoy him. Enjoy each other for the rest of your lives.”

“Oh we will, Adele. I’m absolutely positive of that.”

“Good. Now I’m on my way.”

Adele gathered her bag of tricks that Eve had packed for her. “Give Simon a hug from me, and I’ll see you guys soon.”

“Got a shoot today?” asked Eve, following Adele to the door.

“I hope so. And yeah, it’s another fetish one. But Jan hasn’t checked in yet, which isn’t like her, and Brian is a stickler for being on time…” Adele frowned.

“Oooh. Brian. That’s the gorgeous cover-model one, right?” Eve grinned.

“Hey, recently-engaged woman. None of that.” Adele mock-punched Eve’s shoulder.

“Well, yeah, but
Brian.”
Eve let the awe in her voice hang there. “He’s a dish and a half. Not as luscious as Simon, of course, but oooh, those bedroom eyes. I don’t know how you keep your hands off him.

Especially if you get to put him into some of those leather strappy speedo things…” Adele laughed. “Honey, I’ve known Brian for many years, and yeah he’s a sweetie. He puts his own strappy things on, however, and he’s also years younger than I am. End of story.” Eve stood at the door as Adele left. “Pity. He’d have made a great date for the wedding…” Her words trailed after Adele, who just shook her head and waved goodbye.

Eve turned and closed the door behind her, a thoughtful look on her face, but then turned her mind to the most important problem besetting her.

What could she do to surprise Simon when he came home
tonight
?

Apartment 6C

Most weekday mornings – Apartment 6C…

6:47am…Laura Stratton-Burns gets out of the shower.

7:00am…Laura finishes make up and leaves bathroom.

7:03am…Adam Burns enters bathroom, picks up towels from floor and hangs them up, fetching a dry one for himself.

7:04am…Adam showers.

7:12am…Adam finishes in the bathroom and goes to bedroom to dress.

7:15am…Laura rushes into bedroom, pecks Adam on cheek and tells him to have a nice day.

7:20am…Laura leaves for her law office.

7:30am…Adam retrieves paper from hall, pours second cup of coffee and sits down in kitchen to review the day’s lesson plans for his fourth grade class.

Several nights a week – Apartment 6C…

10:20pm…Adam slips naked into bed next to Laura.

10:21pm…Laura closes her book and turns out the bedside lamp.

10:22pm…Adam places his hand on Laura’s thigh.

10:25pm…Laura slides her hands over Adam’s buttocks.

10:28pm…Adam removes Laura’s nightgown.

10:30pm…Adam reaches for Laura’s clit, rubbing it gently as he suckles her breasts.

10:40pm…Adam slides his cock into Laura’s body as she spreads her legs wide.

10:45pm…Adam brings Laura to a climax using his cock and his fingers.

10:50pm…Laura shudders and sighs, which Adam knows is her way of coming.

10:51pm…Adam himself lets go and comes with a groan.

10:55pm…Laura and Adam straighten the bedding and the pillows.

10:57pm…Laura retrieves her nightgown.

10:58pm…Adam switches the TV channel to the local news station and sets the timer.

11:00pm…Laura murmurs goodnight to her husband and rolls over, falling asleep almost immediately.

“Jonathan! Put that down.” Adam Burns’s voice rang out over the playground and encouraged a rambunctious fourth-grader to rethink his strategy regarding the large stick he’d just picked up.

A chuckle from beside him caught his attention. “Adam, you were made to be a teacher, you know that?

”

Carolee Hanson was standing next to him, watching the interplay.

“Why? Because I can make myself heard across the sound of two million children at play?” Adam’s eyebrow rose skeptically.

“No. Because you’re a born dominator. A natural.”

Adam felt a little tingle run up his spine. “Carolee, that is a really bizarre thing to say…”

“No it’s not. You’ve been teaching here for four years. You have the best rapport with the kids of just about any teacher I know. You care about them, you guide them and you use your strength to encourage them to do better. It’s a Dom thing.”

Adam laughed. “There you go again. Dom…sub, I swear Carolee, your husband must be either the happiest man on the face of this earth or the most confused.” It was polite, it was social, and it didn’t reveal a damn thing about what was going on inside Adam Burns.

At least he sincerely hoped not.

He thought that while the teacher’s room could withstand the slightly risqué conversation of Carolee Hanson and her fascination with fetishes, the knowledge that they had a full-fledged, although non-practicing, Dom in their midst might rattle a few cages.

And it had been many years. Too many years.

His wife didn’t even know, for heaven’s sake.

His wife. A bitter taste in his mouth soured his thoughts. He loved Laura more than life itself, but he was afraid that something was wrong. Something was slowly stifling their passion and driving them to mundane existences within their marriage.

It was all going wrong and he had no idea how to fix it.

The bell rang ending recess, and Adam followed Carolee back into the building, returning to his classroom and the sight of twenty-five sweaty little faces. Twenty-five little mental sponges, eager to soak up the knowledge he was supposed to impart to them.

Sometimes, he felt wonder at the sight of a child finally grasping a difficult concept and he would go home happy, knowing he was in the right place at the right time.