Emily's Passion (8 page)

“I’m not sure I would want to give that kind of control to any man now if the truth were known,” I shared.

He traced his fingers over my scars again and bent down to kiss them. I teared up trying so desperately not to let them out. “Who better to teach you, little girl, than someone who already thinks you are beautiful, courageous, and has me wrapped around your little finger.”

Chapter Nine

I lay there looking into Alan’s face trying to determine if this man was serious or not.  How had I gotten to this point? I knew very little about this man except the fact he was a widower from Arkansas, was sixty-nine years old, and he loved Harley motorcycles. That wasn’t much to base any kind of relationship on.

As I continued to stare at him, Alan had a worried look on his face. He flipped us over with me lying on his chest. Smiling, he raised my hair spreading it across his chest.

“Your hair is beautiful,” his voice having a tone of awe in it. He placed his hand against my cheek and asked, “What is troubling you now, Emily?”

“I’m wondering how I let myself get to this point,” I answered, “I know nothing of you and yet you’re asking me if I want to be a sub for you
. I have to ask myself if you are really serious. How will that work with us living so far apart? If I don’t know you, how do I trust you enough to be my Dom?”

“You’ve got valid points and I am sure you’re uneasy at the thought of giving me total control,” he agreed. “What if we take the rest of your vacation sight-seeing, sharing personal information to become better friends? Then on your last day we’ll do a practice Dom/sub scene to discover if this lifestyle is for you. I have a friend who lives just outside of Sturgis who has a dungeon in his home and I know he will let us use it for the afternoon. There won’t be any pressure. If you decide it isn’t what you want or that you don’t want it with me, I won’t argue with you.”

I was thinking about his suggestions without saying anything at all. He continued playing with my hair saying he was watching the light dance off of the silver. He ran his fingers down to the ends bringing them up to his nose inhaling.

“Your shampoo smells like coconut and pineapples. It reminds me of a tropical breeze. It smells like heaven and I
would love to lose myself in it.”

I snuggled closer to his chest wondering how it would be to become involved romantically with him. Can I truly trust him?

“What else is bothering you?” he asked.

I decided to be open and honest with him. “That I am lying in your arms naked after having the most incredible sex with a man I don’t actually know. I have never done this before and I have to tell you I am afraid it makes me cheap and slutty! The fact that I am attracted to you
, craving your touch makes me want to do almost anything to please you. It scares the fucking hell out of me and I don’t know how to stop,” I told him.

“First of all, you are not cheap and
you are not slutty. You are a woman with a high capacity for passion that I find fucking attractive. Second, are you sure you want to stop?” he asked tracing his finger up and down my arm.

“Stop!” I scolded. “You’re making it impossible for me to think.” 

I moved the hand I was leaning on and swatted his finger away losing my balance and falling face first on his chest with a thud. We both burst into laughter and he embraced me tighter against his chest rocking me to an unheard beat.

I sat up gazing into his blue-gray eyes trying to read his face for any hint of what he was thinking that I might have missed. His pure silver hair and moustache intrigued me and I reached down to gently trace his moustache with my finger from one end of it to the other. Alan closed his eyes smiling so I continued to brush my fingers along his face. He opened his eyes cupping my face with his hand and I melted into it rubbing my cheek against his skin.

I smiled down at him and finally agreed, “Okay, I’ll agree to your suggestions, but let’s move ‘Dungeon Day’ to Saturday just in case I need to take a mental health day and recover before I fly out on Monday. In exchange, Thursday and Friday will be strictly ‘get to know each other’ days and will not include sex! You may kiss me, you may touch and hold me, you may even make me horny as hell but there will be no sex for those two days. ”

Alan threw back his head laughing out loud arching an eyebrow at me. “What about Saturday, little girl?”

“Once my mind and heart know I can trust you and agree to participate, ‘Dungeon Day’ is totally under your control, Sir,” I assured him.

He peered deeply into my eyes as if trying to memorize my face and answered, “Agreed! And just so you know, you
’re calling me ‘Sir’ is a fucking turn on.”

I shot back at him, “Good! Now, since this is technically still Wednesday, will you do me a very big favor?”

“Anything,” Alan answered.

“For lack of a better definition of what we have, would you please make love to me again?” I begged.

Alan’s face softened as he watched me blush. Stroking my hair once again, he answered me, “It would be my honor to give you sexual pleasure, little girl. And I would say what we have, is a strong mutual gravitational attraction to each other and to passion. I will make passionate love to you.”

We spent the next two hours making love not once, but twice and falling helplessly into exhaustion. Alan asked me to spend the night so that he could continue to hold my naked body in his arms.

My reply was, “Yes! I couldn’t walk if I wanted to. ”

We both laughed and I snuggled closer to him as I drifted off to sleep.

“How did I get so lucky to find you, little girl,” he whispered into my ear.

He didn’t know
that I was still half awake when he murmured it wrapping his arms around me tighter. With the warmth of his words and body, I couldn’t stay awake.

                                                      *****

Alan woke before I did. I heard him shower and call the restaurant ordering a light picnic lunch packed to go, telling them he would pick it up at breakfast. I turned over and looked at him dressed in low rise jeans and nothing else. ‘Damn, he is gorgeous,’ I thought to myself. He leaned over my side of the bed giving me a delicious wake up kiss running his tongue over my lips before he pressed against mine. My body heated at the touch of his lips and then I remembered I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet. Inching my hand between our mouths, I apologized. He shook his head taking my hand away and continued to kiss me deep. He tasted of mint and fresh breath as his teasing tongue made my blood pump faster.

Pulling away, he looked down at me coaxing, “Get up lazy bones, we are off on our adventure today and I already ordered a picnic lunch. We are picking it up at breakfast and it is already seven in the morning. Day light is being wasted!”

“Give me thirty minutes to shower and freshen my make-up,” I ordered back. “Meet me in front of my cabin then.”

“Ahhh, trying to get in all the bossing around you can get away with before
‘Dungeon Day’ are you?” he laughed at me.

“No, I’m not,” I snapped and rolled my eyes. “I just know how long I need to get ready.” 

I winked at him and began stretching my body trying to wake up enough to leave for my cabin. My muscles hurt in all the most deliciously appropriate places reminding me of the sensuous evening we had. It made me horny all over again. I threw my legs over the side of the bed moaning with each movement of my body.

Alan smiled like he knew something that I didn’t but decided against voicing it.

“Just what are you smiling at, Mister?” I blatantly asked.

“How much I approve of your moans and the reasons for them. I’ll meet you in thirty minutes, little girl. Be ready!” he laughingly ordered.

I rolled my eyes again smiling to myself as I relived each glorious moment that corresponded to a painful muscle. “Yes, Sir,” I answered sheepishly and left his cabin heading for mine.

Chapter Ten

After a quick breakfast, Alan grabbed the picnic-to-go bag and headed for his Harley with me lagging behind. Each movement of my muscles sent a scrumptious pain jolting my thoughts to last night’s events leaving me wet and wanting him again. I wondered to myself just how I was going to follow my own rules today and tomorrow. I all but gave him an invitation to tease and drive me crazy
. By the time I reached the bike, Alan was already straddling it waiting on me.

“Moving a bit slow this morning, are you?” he chuckled and gave me a wink. I returned a dirty look. “We have two choices of places to visit today. You may choose which we visit this morning and the other will be this afternoon,” he explained with a determined gaze.

“Okay, what are my choices, oh mysterious one?” I joked.

Alan cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked, “Just keep it up, little girl. Saturday is coming and then I will be in control of every part of you. Your ass will be mine!”

Locking my eyes on his, I gulped at the thought of Alan totally controlling my body, mind, and emotions. A shiver ran down my body slowing at my core heating me inside and out.

I knew he knew he had physically affected me when he plastered a huge smile on his face. “Either the Crazy Horse Memorial or the Devil’s Tower. The Tower is approximately one hundred miles from here so whichever one you choose, we can take the highway through the Badlands and if we have time, I can show you where my friend lives outside of Sturgis. Either coming or going, it’s your choice.”

“Well then, I choose the Devil’s Tower this morning. I am in a mood to race down the highway with the wind in my face and the sun on my body,” I stated with confidence.

Climbing onto the back of the bike, I very softly placed my butt onto the leather passenger seat refusing to make a sound
. Alan leaned back into my body laughing out loud when he heard a small whimper escape my lips. Perturbed at him, I whopped him on top of his head before he put on his helmet. He raised his hands in surrender knowing he went too far and then put on his bike helmet. We left the road that ran behind the cabins slowly but then made a fast take-off getting onto the highway.

I had my hair tugged back in a ponytail and stuffed inside my shirt. The wind whipped against my face and body as Alan raced the bike down the highway. I loved this feeling of new freedom I had
. Leaning against the back rest with my hands on his back, I felt energized and euphoric. Before I knew it, my mood seized control of me stretching my arms out and up into the air as if I was flying. I closed my eyes tipping my head back letting my face soak up the sun. Pulling my hair out of my shirt, I undid the ponytail and let my hair fly in the wind. I knew I would pay for it later but right now I could have cared less. I was free and it felt fucking good!

We flew down the highway for miles and I loved and enjoyed every one of
them. The trees along the sides of the highway were a continuous green blur as they raced past us. I saw Alan had one of his mirrors focused on my face. He could see my face and was watching me.

“Emily, do you know how beautiful you are when you allow yourself to let go?” he shouted to me above the roar of the bike.

An hour and a half later, we arrived at the Devil’s Tower. I was mesmerized by the small glimpses I got of it in the distance. Alan was staring at me again in the mirror as if he was mesmerized with me.

We stopped at the monument’s Visitor’s Center first and went through all of the exhibits. The information was interesting as I read it but a bit overwhelming in the geological genre. We decided against taking any hiking trails due to our time constraints. Jumping on the bike we selected a road over to the Circle of Sacred Smoke Sculpture which put us closer to the Tower. The sculpture was made to represent the importance of the Tower to over twenty tribes and depicted the first puff of smoke from a newly lit pipe. The Northern Plains Indians consider the Tower sacred land. We both have genetic ties to the American Indians.

I stood staring at the Tower through the center of the sculpture in awe of the beauty of it. My eyes closed and I could feel the presence of so much history and tribal influence. I felt peace!

Alan came up behind me slipping his arms around my waist pulling me against him. I rested my head against his chest savoring his closeness and touch. It felt like heaven and I didn’t want it to end. Just then my stomach let out a loud growl.

He leaned down in my face with a smirk as he squeezed me tighter telling me, “Let’s go find a place to eat and then head back towards Rapid City.”

We selected the road back to the main highway until we found a roadside park and stopped to have lunch. Alan unloaded the saddle bag taking out the food and a blanket. Instead of sitting at a table, he spread the blanket out under the trees away from where people would sit to eat. I guessed he wanted to spend alone time with me without others around. Luckily there were very few people stopped there.

He helped me sit down on the blanket and handed me a ham and cheese sandwich, bag of chips, piece of fruit and cookies. The bread was homemade and whatever they spread on it was delicious. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I saw I had finished off everything but the fruit. Alan handed a bottle of water to me and I let the cool liquid flow over my tongue and down my throat. I lay down on the blanket, rolling onto my back as I announced, “Now, I need a nap
.”

Alan stretched his long legs out beside me, tracing his finger over my eyes, nose, and mouth. I closed my eyes letting myself feel his skin against my face experiencing the absolute tenderness of his touch. Leaning down, he lightly brushed his lips across mine teasing my emotions. My lips involuntarily followed his, wanting to press harder against his but he kept them just out of my reach. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his sad, blue-gray eyes.

“What’s wrong, Alan?” I asked.

“Would you mind if we postponed Crazy Horse until tomorrow morning?” he replied.

“No, not at all. But I don’t think that’s the cause of that look in your eyes. You have me worried now,” I answered.

“I need to tell you something and I’m not sure how you are going to react to it. We need to take time to talk about this so that I can explain myself,” he told me.

Worry crept into my eyes as I looked at his face. I had no idea what he was going to tell me but I was truly concerned as I waited for him to continue.

“I haven’t been totally up front with you about who I am,” he began. By the fear in his eyes, he could tell the frown on my face meant I was not thrilled with his confession. So he hurried to get the rest out before I came to the wrong conclusions.

“Now don’t get me wrong. I am Alan Cain and everything I have told you is the truth. I just failed to tell you one small detail during this entire time,” he continued.

My brow furrowed and my eyes pierced his. All kinds of thoughts jumbled my brain, especially about the possibility of him being married.

The look in my eyes told Alan I wasn’t happy with him at all. “Emily, I know what your Passion is. I saw you write about it many times on your social media page. It is wolves and you are now seeing my true wolf form,” he declared.

A puzzled look came across my face which was quickly followed by wide-eyed disbelief with my mouth dropping open. “Ryan Wolf?” I yelled.

“Actually, Alan Cain is my name and not Ryan,” he winced.

“But I found Ryan’s real profile picture. I made a comment telling him that I could finally see his “true” wolf and that wasn’t your picture, Alan!” I accused.

Alan winced again and told me it was the picture of a family member. He had posted it along with the fake name for security reasons.

“And we talked about how awesome it was that your last name was Wolf. . .my passion!”  My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I sat up straight and shouted at him. “Oh my God! You’ve been stalking me!”

“I think stalking is too harsh a word. It’s more like following or being concerned about. How about very interested in?” he pleaded.

“Alan, this isn’t the time for your quick witted remarks that make you seem sexy and cute. You followed me here!” I screamed.

“You think I’m sexy and cute?” he jokingly asked. “Never mind . . . not appropriate. Look Emily, I know I was dishonest with you but the truth is I wanted to meet you. I was intrigued with you and short of driving up to your door, this was the perfect opportunity. If I had struck up a conversation with you that afternoon by the creek by saying ‘Hi, I’m Ryan Wolf and I’ve come all the way from good old Arkansas just to meet you!’ would you really have wanted to become friends?” he asked.

“No,” I quietly answered.

“No, you wouldn’t have! You would have freaked out just as you did now if not more. It doesn’t change who I am, little girl. The man you spent the last four days getting to know is who I am. No lies, no hidden agenda. I liked you and I wanted to meet. I never would have guessed that the attraction between us would have been so damn strong,” he replied.

“What?  You thought you’d follow me here and I would be just an easy fuck?  Poor little imperfect widow needs someone to make her day
. Well, no fucking thank you!” I screamed again as I got to my feet and started to walk away.

Alan launched to his feet running after me, grabbing my arm, and pulling me into his body. “Emily, where do you think you’re going?”

I tried to pull away but his arms were strong and wrapped tight around me. “Anywhere to get away from you,” I cried as I pounded my fists against his chest.

Alan stood there stoically watching the tears flow from my eyes silently taking every blow I delivered against his chest. Finally wearing myself down, I collapsed into his embrace. He held on tight until my sobbing began to stop.

He looked over my head and spoke, “Don’t be surprised if those people over there come see if they need to help you. No, true to form they have turned their heads around ignoring us.”

“It’s just as well,” I cried. “I have no desire to explain all of this to strangers.”

I looked into his eyes and felt I was looking at a stranger. I tried to push away again but he kept a firm hold on me.

“Little girl, I want you to listen to me and that isn’t a request. Yes, I lied to you by omission and you can even make a good case against me that I stalked you. I am sorry! I should have told you when I first approached you who I was and why I came. I was afraid that you would reject me before you even gave me a chance. I was and am very attracted to you. Online you were like this amazing whirlwind of life, love, laughter, and passion and you weren’t afraid to show it. I had to meet that! I had to meet you! I did it the wrong way but my intentions were always honorable. I promise you, you were never a pity fuck. You are much more to me than that
.” he explained.

For the longest time I just stared into his eyes looking, searching for the truth. Finally I ordered, “Don’t use your Dom voice on me. It isn’t Saturday yet
.”

Alan smiled at me resting his head against my forehead. “Are we still on for Saturday?  Are you still willing?”

I smirked at him teasing, “I haven’t decided yet. We still have one sex free day left!”  I became serious as I continued to stare at his face. “I will promise you this. Don’t ever lie to me again whether it’s by omission or bold faced. My trust is a precious thing. Don’t fuck with it or you won’t get it back!”

“Never again, little girl! You have my word,” he promised. “Come on, let’s pack up and go straight to the cabin. I need to hold you in my arms if you’ll let me
.”

I helped him pack up our picnic but never gave him an answer. I just wasn’t sure how I would feel once we were back at the cabins. Incredible hurt flooded my heart and mind at his omission but I was certain he meant everything he told me.