Emily's Passion (10 page)

I let out a long sigh as I breathed in his smell of musk with a hint of deodorant. It was all man smells which I loved.

“Are you ready to go over th
e list?” he asked me.

“Yeah, and may I just say ‘Holy Crap’! I have been sheltered my entire life,” I answered.

Alan laughed at my reaction to being propelled past my comfort zone. “This will be one sub I will love pushing past many limits,” he threatened.

“I guess what I should ask you first
, is if you have decided to let me be your Dom tomorrow and let you experience a couple of scenes?” he asked.

My eyes shined with mischief, excitement, and joy as I gazed at him with self-confidence. “Yes, Alan, I have. I must admit the list made me hesitate a bit but I trust you even though I haven’t known you long,” I responded.

“The important thing I need you to know Emily, is when I step into the role of Dom, I take it seriously and I expect you to as well. We won’t be playing at this, it will be real and I will expect your respect,” he sternly suggested.

“Okay,” I responded lowering my eyes.

“And in return I promise to respect and love you as a sub. . .my sub. You can trust that everything I do will be for your benefit and to bring you pleasure. Do you trust me to take care of all of your needs?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, I trust you,” I affirmed.

“Good! I know the list probably scared you but I am only going to focus on two items for you to begin with. We will discuss the entire list later, once we decide where and how this is going to play out between us. Now, in a little bit I am going to take your list and study it tonight while we spend the rest of the evening apart,” he informed me intently watching my eyes. As I expected, he saw the surprise and sadness cross over my face.

Alan continued, “The reason behind this is simple. I want you to give this deep, serious thought. I want you thinking about what you want to get out of our relationship. For me, I need to study your limits and prepare my plan of action for tomorrow. This lets me be confidently
prepared and lets you wonder and fantasize about what I will be doing. It will heighten your level of excitement if you have no idea what I will do. I will pick you up after breakfast to make the trip back to Sturgis and just to reassure you, my friend won’t be there. We have total use of his house and dungeon. You should wear comfortable clothing.”

“Right now,” he added, “I want to hold you in my arms and love on you for a bit. It isn’t only you that is sad at the thought of being apart.”

Quiet filled the room as Alan held me close. He moved a few strands of hair out of my face while I played with his moustache and lips. He closed his eyes while my fingers brushed over the hair surrounding his soft lips and let out a satisfied moan.

“What was that moan for?” I asked.

“If I’m not careful, I could fall for you, little girl. And that scares the shit out of me!” he replied.

At seven o’clock Alan gave me a hard, deep, passionate kiss while running his hands up and down my entire body resting with a grip on my mound. He
released my lips and trailed them over to my ear whispering, “Little girl, I can’t wait to take control of you and do things to you that will make you moan and scream my name over and over. I’m getting harder just thinking about it.”  Giving me a soft kiss, he climbed off the bed pulling me with him. He scooped up the list as we edged to the door.

“I will see you in the morning. Get a good night’s sleep
.” he told me. He closed the door behind him. I reached and turned the lock which he heard and replied, “Good girl!”  I heard the gravel crunch under his boots as he plodded to his cabin.

Chapter Twelve

I was sad I wouldn’t be seeing Alan the rest of the evening but I understood his reasoning behind it. I showered, washed my hair and blew it dry before dinner. The silky floral print dress and white sandals were my choice to wear to the restaurant. For some crazy reason I wanted to feel feminine when I went to dinner. Once again I sat alone at the back of the restaurant so I could watch the people coming and going. I knew part of the reason was so I could see Alan if he decided to show even though I knew he probably wouldn’t. I couldn’t stop wondering what he was doing or what he thought of my answers on the list. There was an awful lot of the list that I wanted nothing to do with and I hoped he wouldn’t try to talk me into them. So many of the items were just plain bizarre and scary to me. My trust in Alan was what I was hanging on to and in my heart I knew I would be fine.

The waiter was very attentive to my needs and shamelessly pampered me. He even brought me a slice of German Chocolate Cake on the house.
The attention plus the effects of the wine I was drinking had me giggling like a silly school girl. I tipped him heavily.

After dinner, I chose to take the path in front of the cabins instead of the road behind. I would be able to see the creek running at the base of the hills and walk barefoot across the grassy lawns. Carrying my sandals in my hands, I strolled past the other cabins smiling and speaking to any who happened to be out front of their own. A chase lounge in front of my cabin looked inviting
. I stretched out on it while watching the horizon over the hills looking for stars as the sky darkened. I hadn’t been this content since before Doug died. I could honestly say I was actually happy again. Doug would always be my soul mate but I knew I would now be able to love someone else again and that made me happy. My head lay back against the chair as I gazed off into the sky with a smile on my face.

I watched the sun set from my chair as the moon and stars rose in the sky. When it became too cool I decided to go back into the cabin. Alan’s cabin was totally dark as I swept my eyes over it. A brief movement in the window caught my eye.
‘Probably just my eyes,’ I thought to myself. ‘I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I just know I won’t. I am going to worry all night long.’ Once I was inside, I locked the door behind me remembering his sullen face and words. ‘When it came to my safety, he could be such a grump,’ I thought as I chuckled. I set the alarm on my phone to wake me in the morning. T-shirt and black boxers were lying on the bed so I slipped off the dress, put them on, and climbed into bed with my e-reader. If I couldn’t sleep then I sure as hell could read until I passed out.

Startled, I woke when the alarm went off at five thirty. I didn’t even remember being sleepy. Actually, I didn’t even remember reading. Throwing back the covers, I ran to the toilet first thing. At my age, I never ignored the call of the Urge as I liked to call it. My morning routine usually consisted of a warm leisurely shower
, shaving all appropriate areas, washing and drying my hair, brushing my teeth, and applying make-up. This morning I would have to race through everything, however, washing my hair was out. I did that the day before and it was still good to go. The more I could occupy my mind, the less I would be able to worry about the rest of the day. Not knowing what to expect, I didn’t have a clue how to prepare mentally for this. Hopefully I could make time to sneak down to the restaurant for a muffin and some juice. My stomach was in knots.

After applying my mascara, the last of my make-up, I shoved my legs into my jeans shaking my hips to scoot down into them. I threw on a black polo style shirt and shoved my feet into my boots.

Sticking my head out the back door, I looked around. There was no movement coming from Alan’s cabin and his bike was just as he left it last night. It was a perfect time for me to slip down to the restaurant and grab a muffin. So I did.

When I paced back to my cabin, off in the distance I could see Alan leaning against his bike with his arms folded across his chest. He looked like sex, raw and tasty.
‘Dear God in Heaven,’ I thought to myself, ‘he’s wearing black leather pants that show off his crotch and ass!’ I could already feel my heart pounding and warmth spreading over my body. His face was unreadable as I approached him. This was it, the day I had waited all week for. There would be no turning back now!

Alan stood up straight as he watched me approach taking a bite from my muffin. A smile played with the corner of his mouth as he watched my fearful face anticipating the unknown. The wind was lightly playing with my hair making it billow around my body in waves.

“Morning, little girl. You’re making my pulse race and dick get hard with those snug fitting jeans and damn boots,” he teased.

“These jeans? They make my butt and thighs look fat,” I snapped.

“I don’t want to hear it. Yeah, you carry a little extra weight on your body but it is all in wonderfully pleasing places. I love your curves. They’re perfect for holding and grabbing your ass. It arouses me to say the least,” he smirked at the same time he winked at me.

His eyes drank in my face as I strolled up to him taking the last bite of muffin. I grinned as I stuffed it into my mouth and he watched as the grin crinkled
my eyes and lit them up from the inside.

“Damn, I am in deep here,” he teased
as he shook his head. “Are you still interested in what we are about to do?” he asked as if searching my face for any hint of change. 

I looked back into his eyes answering boldly, “Yes, Sir. I am ready and willing.”

“Brave little girl,” he mumbled.

“Then, little girl, let’s ride,” he ordered.

I climbed on the back wrapping my arms and body around his, enveloping his ass with my thighs. I loved snuggling against him on the bike. Before he drove off, I removed a scrunchie out of my jeans and tied my hair back in a ponytail.

He revved the engine and sped o
ff down the road heading toward Sturgis. He told me it would take a little over an hour to reach the house, which should put us there no later than ten thirty in the morning. He reported his friend assured him the fridge was stocked with beer and food and the dungeon was stocked with bottled water. My body felt warm and excited as I draped myself around him making him let out a sigh. He pressed against me grabbing hold of my hands with one of his giving them a squeeze.

The time crawled by for me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to go any faster fearing what would happen but as soon as the thought hit me, we were turning onto a dirt road heading the opposite direction of Sturgis. We wound around curves, through dense trees until they turned into the drive for a huge log and brick house. It was two stories nestled back into the trees with
large floor to ceiling windows covering the front. I thought to myself the view from those windows must be spectacular. The garage was off to one end of the house, totally underground. Alan drove into it and parked waiting for me to climb down. He then got off the bike grabbing a bag out of the saddle bag.

I wrinkled my eyes at him stating, “I didn’t think we were staying overnight!”

“We’re not, it’s not that kind of bag," he chuckled. He ran his hand over the top of the door casing until he found the key to the back door. Unlocking it, we stepped into a huge, dimly lit game room or at least that was what I thought it was.

Alan turned up the lighting and gave me freedom to walk around and inspect everything.

I was shocked at what I saw. There was no pool table, no Ping-Pong table, and no card game table. There was only strange shaped wooden furniture, some with padding and some without. A long table was in the center of the room which looked an awful lot like the one at my gynecologist’s office, feet rests and all. A wooden cross in the shape of an X was off to the far side of the table attached to the wall. It had chains coming off each of the four ends of the cross pieces with cuffs attached to each one which I guessed was for hands and ankles. On the other side of the table was a piece of furniture that I recognized as a spanking bench. At the very far left end of the room was a huge four poster bed with leather straps attached to cuffs on each poster. Covered with lots of big fluffy pillows, a plush black velvet comforter draped the bed. I looked around at the walls made from waxed split logs beautifully polished. The opposite wall from the bed contained whips, floggers, paddles, riding crops, and canes of all shapes and sizes. Below them were cabinets with drawers of various sizes. I opened one of them and quickly slammed it shut! Butt plugs of every size and shape were pristinely lined up in it. No way was I about to snoop through the rest of them. I turned wide eyes back to Alan who was leaning against the gyno table with arms and ankles crossed grinning at me like a Cheshire Cat.

His face turned serious as he stalked
towards me. Reaching up with both hands, he removed the scrunchie out of my hair pulling the hair down to the sides letting it fallout naturally. I looked down at the definite bulge in his leathers but he ignored me. He moved two steps back looking deep into my eyes and ordered, “Strip!”

My eyes grew wider in utter panic as I stood there. Alan’s voice became lower, more gruff, and sexy as hell.
‘This was his Dom voice,’ I thought to myself.

“Emily, do you have a safe word?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s Harley,” I responded.

“The proper response, little girl, is
‘Yes, Sir’. I expect you to acknowledge my requests with that response. And I expect you to thank me for any praise or punishment that I choose to give. If I ask a question, I expect a timely answer from you. Do you understand what I have told you so far?” he quizzed.

“Yes, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I gulped.

“Good girl! Now if you feel like you can’t do what I ask you to do or you feel you can’t participate any longer in the scene for any reason, just use your safe word and all play will stop. If you say Harley, I’ll stop what we’re doing and the scene will be over. If you need to ask a question or feel you need to slow things down, the word is yellow. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered.

His eyes seared into mine as he smiled and ordered, “Strip now!”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

I quickly did what he had ordered and stationed myself naked before him with my eyes closed tight.

“Emily, open your eyes and look at me. I want you to stop trying to hide from me. Your body is beautiful to me and there is no need for you to ever hide
,” he encouraged.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” I replied.

“Good girl!” he whispered as he caressed my face in his hands. His hands set my face on fire. “Since I know how hard it is for you to get up and down from a kneeling position from the floor, I won’t instruct you in the proper submissive position at my feet. However, when you are waiting for me or if I tell you to take your position, I expect you to be quiet with your eyes down, naked, hands clasped behind your back, and your feet as far apart as is comfortable without falling over. This allows me to appreciate your lovely body you are offering to me. It gives me great pleasure to be able to inspect you and give you pleasure in return. Do you understand?”

“I think so, Sir. Yes,” I answered.

“Wonderful! Assume your position, little girl,” he ordered.

My body immediately flooded with warmth at the sound of his command. I clasped my hands behind my back lowering my eyes and head and spreading my feet apart.

“More,” he demanded.

“Sir?” I asked with bowed head.

“Your feet, little girl. Spread them further apart,” he explained.

“Yes, Sir,” I offered as I complied with his request. By this time, my heart was pounding, my body felt overheated, and I knew I was getting wet between my thighs.

“Beautiful,” Alan exclaimed. He sauntered in a circle around me inspecting me from head to toe. Then he began to lightly stroke the skin around my collar bone taking his time tracing down to my scars. Before I could tense up at his touch, he spoke in whispers in my ear, “These are necessary, beautiful scars that belong to me. I can caress them whenever I want. I love the feel of them. I love that you trust me with them and don’t hide them from me, little girl.”