Impossible Desires (novella) (8 page)

“Are you alright?” he asked, rushing over to her.

Her smile said she was, but her eyes weren’t their normal green.

“I would like to go to the country house today, Gareth. If that is alright?”

Eyebrows climbed up his head.

“You are
asking
me?”

She smiled so serenely that he knew he was in trouble. Gliding down to the carriage, she climbed into it and sat waiting for him.

Shock immobilized his feet.
What was going on?

“Gareth?” her soft voice wafted out of the carriage. Not a command – a request.

He ran down the steps and leaped into the carriage, slamming the door shut with a force that rattled the beautiful equipage.

“Have I done something wrong, Mistress?”

Reaching her hand out, she caressed his cheek reverently. Gareth leant into it. What had he done?

“I need to ask you for a favor, my beautiful Gareth.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded. Anything for her.

“Be my Master today.”

Blood surged to his cock before his brain realized everything that sentence entailed. Was she actually asking him to do all the things to her that she had done to him? Adrenaline raced through his veins and the need to do something almost violent overtook him.

He grabbed Eleanor about the arms and pulled her towards him, devouring her in a long, hot kiss. Tongues tangled, lips got bitten. He wanted this – but why did she?

Fear made him pull back.

“Why? I thought you needed to have complete control, Eleanor? I have given that to you because you said it was what you needed.”

When she looked away, he rushed to reassure her.

“Not that I haven’t loved every moment with my Mistress. You have given me more pleasure than I knew was possible. But why now?”

Her breath rushed out and she looked back at him, the green in her eyes becoming more vivid. She was aroused.

“I know that you are very dominant naturally, and I want you to be able to express that part of yourself. I trust you not to hurt me.”

Her lip quivered and something inside Gareth just melted.

“You don’t have to do this, Eleanor. I am very satisfied with our relationship just the way it is.”

Her refusal was quick, her head shaking back and forth.

“No. I need to prove to myself that I can trust you and that I am not afraid anymore.”

Feeling the power flow over him was a heady feeling. What would he do to her? What would she like?

He pulled his submissive Mistress into his side and caressed her slowly, communicating with a touch what he couldn’t say in words. The weight of her trust and love –
yes, love
– weighed on him. He could not fail her.

Eleanor’s legs shook as she descended the steps of the carriage.

“Straight to the playroom, my dear,” Gareth commanded, tapping her on the arse.

She jumped, ready to reprimand him and saw the glint in his eyes. Not Gareth – Master.

She hurried to the old outbuilding, pulling the key from her dress pocket and opening the door.

“Ladies first,” he drawled, pulling the door open for her.

Her legs propelled her body forward, her mind wanting her to turn and run.

“Undress for me. I have missed your naked body.”

Trembling fingers found the buttons at the back of her dress, pulling at the old material so that she could loosen it enough to step out of it. It wasn’t easy in front of him, but she managed.

“Naked, I said.” His command made her jump.

Her fingers found the edge of her chemise and pulled it up over her head. She hadn’t worn stockings or bloomers, not wanting to hinder him if he wanted her in the carriage.

Cold air tightened her nipples.

Noises behind her indicated Gareth was stoking the fire.

“I can’t have my beautiful pet getting cold.”

The slight goading in his voice made Eleanor clench her teeth, her courage returning.

“If I say stop, Gareth…”

His slid up behind her, grabbing her naked hips and pressing his hard cock into her bare buttocks.

“Master.” The word was hissed into her ear.

“I…” Eleanor’s voice trembled and tears spiked her eyes.

Master was having none of that.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Her legs opened.

“Wider.”

She forced her legs wider, leaning into his solid strength.

His hand slid between her folds and caressed her clit. His clever fingers circling and pressing the swollen nub until she cried out her pleasure.

Her hands moved around to his back and pulled him tightly against her. Gareth melted. He loved her hands on him.

But no, that wasn’t what they were here for. He needed to prove to her and to himself that her trust wasn’t misplaced.

“No touching, my girl. Keep your hands behind your back.”

Eleanor groaned but said nothing as he stepped back in search of something to keep her immobile. Leather reins rested nearby, long enough to tie and whip her if necessary. His cock stretched to its full length, pressing hard against the front of his breeches.

If such a reaction was caused by the idea of tying her up, what would the reality be like?

The leather felt warm in his fingers as he stalked towards his Mistress-turned-Submissive.

He wrapped the leather around her joined wrists, tying it tight and low behind her back. It was a great position, as her back arched and her breasts jutted forward. Testing her arousal for his own piece of mind, he slid one hand between her legs and found her slick and ready.

“You do like it,” he moaned, thrusting two fingers up into her body, unable to resist such an invitation. He couldn’t do this if she didn’t like it.

Eleanor’s knees buckled and she fell back against him.

“Gareth, I’m not sure…” She trembled against him.

Holding her easily he transported her over to the bed and pushed her face down over the end.

“I have trusted you with everything I am. And now you must trust me. If you need to scream, scream. If you need me to stop, you say stop.”

Eleanor nodded against the bed covers, turning her head to the side.

Gareth raised his hand and lightly spanked her perfect arse.

She let out a yelp and clenched her legs together.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Master.”

He slid his finger back into her, enjoying how wet she had become already. Perhaps his Mistress did like to yield control.

He set up a steady rhythm, using two fingers to push against her sensitive inside walls. Eleanor bucked and moaned, opening her legs wider. A smile stretched across Gareth’s face. He had never had such freedom to touch her before. It was exhilarating.

Just as her body began to tighten he withdrew his fingers, and picked up the end of the leather reins to bring the leather down onto her bare arse.

“Aagghh…”

“Trust me, please,” Gareth said, soothing the hurt with his hand. He knew how this felt, and he knew it would get better.

She nodded again, laying down flat and opening her legs.

He brought the leather down onto her lower back this time and she groaned.

Gareth did it again and again, stopping only to soothe the pink skin. Dropping to his knees he began to kiss her plump flesh.

“More, please.”

He rubbed his lips across her skin once again.

“No, Gareth, please.”

No? What was she saying? She wanted him to stop?

“I’ll stop,” he reassured her, grabbing her wrists to undo the leather binding. He had known it would be too much for her – she didn’t like the pain.

“No!” she yelled, holding onto the leather.

“Master, I need more lashes. Please, harder.”

Gareth straightened, his purpose clear.

“Harder?”

Crack.
The leather hit her arse and she moaned. Gareth hit her again and again, smoothing his hands over her flesh every few strikes until her skin glowed and she was moaning continuously.

He could see her floating away as he had when she had used the crop on him. He pulled his shirt over his head and tore his breeches off. He knelt behind his Mistress, as she always would be to him, and put his face between her legs.

She groaned, sounding like she was in pain, and pushed her hips back to him. He thrust his tongue into her, lapping at the juices that flowed down her legs. Reaching forward he licked her swollen clit until she was undulating against him.

“I’m going to come, Gareth. Please.”

Gareth spanked her once more for good measure, pulled back, unbuttoned his breeches, and thrust into her warm depths.

She came instantly, shuddering and gripping him over and over. A feral noise erupted out of his chest. He thrust into her harder and harder, riding her orgasm as it went on and on. Lights flashed behind his eyes as his own release ripped through him and jets of warm seed pulsed out of him. Gareth threw his head back and roared, the victor in this game they had been playing.

When sanity returned, he realized that she was sobbing, her chest heaving.

The pain in Gareth’s chest was like nothing else he had felt. He was sickened with himself. How could he have done that to her?

Withdrawing from her, he untied the leather straps as quickly as he could, and threw a blanket over her naked body before scooping her up into his arms.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry. So sorry.” He shuddered, tears streaming down his own face.

How could something so good turn so bad?

“No, no, don’t cry, please…” Eleanor sobbed against his chest, her hands coming up to caress his face.

Gareth moved over to an old chair by the fire, sat down and began to rock her.

She had found release, he knew she had, so why was she crying like her heart was breaking? He held her and stroked her long, black hair until she slowed, her arms tightening around him.

Remembering what she had said to him the first time they had played, he bent close to whisper in her ear.

“Thank you for your gift, my love. Your trust in me was perfect.”

A soft laugh broke out from between her lips and she raised her head to him. Her green eyes shimmered and her nose was red. She looked so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly beautiful.

“No,
you
were perfect. Exactly what I needed.”

Gareth’s heart lifted.

“Then why were you crying like your heart was breaking?”

Eleanor wiped at the tear tacks on her cheeks and sniffed loudly. She was slowly coming back into herself, he could see it.

Where were his pants? She needed a handkerchief.

“I don’t think I cried once in all the years with my husband. You released everything in me that has wanted to get out. You gave me everything that he never did.”

His cheeks flushed with heat. What was he going to say to that? She unmanned him with one sentence, and she didn’t need a whip.

She sat straighter in his lap, rubbing across the sensitive head of his cock. Wincing, he shifted her in his lap.

She looked up and he saw the fire, bright as ever.

“Don’t think I’ll hand control over to you all the time though. This was wonderful, but I like being on top.”

The pleasure her words brought was so unexpected and so reassuring that he couldn’t help but grin.

“Of course Mistress, but I like my top time too.”

The smile Eleanor gave him was one he would never forget. They crawled into bed and rested for the day.

*****

In the carriage on the way home, Eleanor realized she had to find out which one Gareth preferred. Could she give him power all the time if he decided that was what he wanted?

She had taken a chance on him initially, knowing how dominant a person he was in everyday life. Would he regret his submission to her now that he had a taste of the power? She had to find out.

“Gareth?”

His brown eyes turned to her quickly, a question posed there already.

“Yes, my love?”

Eleanor had to swallow down the lump in her throat when he called her that. He had never said that he loved her, but his actions spoke much louder than any words not said.

“I need to know how you felt during our playtime today.”

His face transformed into a veritable god. His eyes lit up, and his smile was breathtaking. She was in trouble.

“I loved every single minute of it. Except when you burst into tears.”

Eleanor swallowed again.

“So you prefer being the Master then?”

A furrow deepened in his brow, his eyes showing worry.

“Why are you asking, Eleanor? I thought we had agreed to share the role.”

Grasping onto the plush cushions released some of her stress, but she needed to hear the words from him.

“We did, but I need to know what you prefer. I don’t think I can be submissive all the time.”

He burst out laughing.

Although it was a beautiful sight to behold, Eleanor felt it like a slap to the face. She was baring her soul and he was laughing at her. She dropped her eyes to her lap, bringing her hands into the folds of her skirt so he couldn’t see the way they were clenched into fists.

“Eleanor, look at me.”

She looked up, still angry.

“Do you remember when I knelt behind you and licked you until you were about to come?”

Eleanor flushed and nodded. She never found it embarrassing to talk about such things when she was in Mistress mode, but she was feeling vulnerable today. Not like her at all.

“The reason I did that was because I want to serve you. If it gives you the most pleasure to dominate me in the bedroom, then we can do that most of the time. My orgasms are always better when you have control of me, and the intensity is intoxicating.”

Her heart soared and a smile started to stretch across her lush mouth.

“So you will allow me to be your Mistress?”

Gareth scooped her up and placed her in his lap. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and squeezed him tight.

“I want you to be my Mistress all the time. I get more pleasure from it and it is also a relief to forget myself, to let someone else be in charge for a while. So much of my life is stressful. My responsibilities are many and far-reaching. But when you have me tied up and at your mercy, I don’t need to worry about a thing because I know you will take care of me.”