More Lessons for Laura (4 page)

“What would you like me to do?” I knew in my heart I
eventually would have to make a very tough choice.

“I strongly suggest you work that out while I am gone this
time.”

I was fighting back the tears, not sure my emotions could be
held, but I needed to try.

She moved in close and wrapped me in her arms, comforting my
awareness that is wouldn’t be an easy choice. I felt her heart beat against me
as I thought about what a life with her might be like. Complete submission to
her was both intriguing and terrifying at the same time. Was I nuts? Was that
even what I wanted? Did I want to be controlled by her or anyone for that
matter? Sometimes I felt like I was only to serve her, catering to her every
need and wish; and sometimes I was her lover, feeling her penetrate the deepest
parts of my body and mind, caressing my secret desires. She expected perfection
in everything I was, but I was sure my imperfections were what fascinated her
most. I just wanted her to stay and was willing to do almost anything to assure
she did.

Strong conflicting emotions blended with pure lust just
beneath my skin. I needed her to take control of my madness, to teach me the
things I had no choice in. I needed to accept that she would demand what she
wanted from me and I would know where I belonged. I wanted her to take all she
craved and leave me breathless and marked as her possession, leaving a lasting
reminder of her presence whether physical or not.

When my eyes opened the next morning she was gone but I did
not fell emptiness or abandonment this time. She remained in me. My heart and
my head followed her wishes and her demands even without her words.

Our weekly phone conversations
reinforced her domination over me. I felt her touch as I caressed my own humid
skin and ran my fingers across my plump clit and nipples aroused into full
erection simply by her voice. She wanted me to explain to her what they felt
like and why they were so naughty as to be aroused when she wasn’t even there.

“Dip you fingers in and tell me how wet you are.”

“I’m dripping wet for you.” My excitement grew as I heard
her intake of breath.

“Now tell me how hot you are.”

I pushed in deep to feel the heat, then pulled my slippery
finger up to my throbbing swollen clit and rubbed over it with just enough
pressure to make me moan softly into the phone.

“I don’t believe I asked you to do anything other than tell
me how hot you are. That didn’t sound like you were following instructions.”

“I am so hot,” I whispered, as I continued to stir my growing
desire while pleading with my own control not to reveal my naughty hand. She
loved to bring me to the edge of madness and then make me stop completely. I
knew before she ever called that night I would not be able to stop again and was
willing to suffer the consequences.

“Taste it for me Laura. Are you as delicious as when I touch
you?”

“Yes… I mean, no… I don’t… know.” My desire to finish what
she started took over. “Please don’t make me stop tonight. I need to feel you.
I need you inside me. I want you so badly.” My head was tossed back deep in the
pillow and my hips raised to meet my own frantic fingers plunging deeply then
furiously rubbing my clit, and then pushing in again as my body responded to
her voice.

“Fuck yourself for me, that’s it – push deeper, feel
me inside you. Feel me fucking you. Push, Laura. Push deeper and hold me there –
hold me.”

I obeyed every word like she was sitting in the chair across
from me watching. I squeezed my own fingers so tightly a flood of hot cum
washed out past my hand, soaking my ass and the sheet beneath me. The sounds of
my deep pleasure filled the darkened room.

“Good girl, Laura, that’s it. Now push me out.”

 
I groaned,
knowing she wasn’t physically there, but I felt her wash out of me just the
same. My mouth pressed against the phone so she could hear my breath in her ear
as I recovered. My wet hand lay resting on the pulse now slowing to a peaceful
contentment. She wished me a soft good night as I drifted off to begin waiting
for her next call.

“Good night, Laura.”

“Good night, Sydney.”

~~~ 4 ~~~

I spent entirely too much time
alone, wondering where she was and if she had another woman serving her
insatiable desire for control. I drove myself crazy with jealousy, thinking of
her making someone else feel the way she did me. I drifted between rage and
desire. Her absences made it increasingly harder to fight the hunger she had
left behind. Without her, I felt uncertain of my place with her. It seemed far
too easy for her to just leave with no explanation other than
work
.

 
Hiring someone to
help with the bookstore became a priority so that I would be able to give her
the time and attention she required. I was certain if I made myself more
available to her, she wouldn’t need to look elsewhere. My desire to serve her
was growing stronger and my need to be with her drove not only my body but my
mind.

My probing questions during our weekly phone conversations
did not produce the answers I was searching for. Instead, they annoyed her, and
she managed my behavior even over the phone. I found my punishment in her tone
as her words warned against my persistence, leaving me even more convinced the
nagging burn in my heart was proof she would never be completely mine. I
counted the days and dreaded the nights. My dreams were full of the pleasures
she had introduced me to, and when awake it was all I could do to keep from
running my fingers through the constant state of wetness between my legs.
Reminders planted skillfully in my subconscious prevented me from disobeying
her, even though I knew there was no way she would ever know what I did or
didn’t do while she was away.

Lesson Four

Several candidates applied, and I
finally decided on Alison Reynolds. She was ambitious, outgoing, and willing to
work for almost nothing, which was exactly what I could afford. I had less than
a month to make sure she was capable of running the bookstore on her own. After
only a week, I knew positively she was the right person. She was outgoing and
warm and truly loved the idea of being surrounded by the books, especially the
classics. After spending time to get to know her better, I was convinced we’d
been separated at birth.

Time for Sydney’s return grew closer. Just a few days, and
then we would be going to
the event
she had mentioned but still not given any details of. I wasn’t sure if I was
more excited to have her back or to find out where she really worked. I had no
idea what I should pack. When I asked in our last phone conversation, she
simply said, “It really doesn’t matter.”

How could it not matter? What type of event was it? Was it
professional or casual? Would we be going out to dinner?
Do I need to dress up or not dress at all?
I laughed at the
thought, but knew anything was possible with this woman. I was accustomed to
her very specific requirements of how I dressed, right down to the provocative
undergarments she sent through the mail when she was away. She adored the
surprise ambush, and I was to always be ready for her. I decided to pack a
little bit of everything.

The largest suitcase I owned sat by the door, waiting much
more patiently than I was. Alison followed my nervous pace as I gave her last
minute instructions and rechecked every detail of her understanding. I made
sure she had Mr. Garrett’s phone number and was clear on all the procedures for
running the bookstore on her own.

“I know, Laura. If I need anything, call you. If anything
happens, call you. I’ll be fine; just go and have fun.” Her smile and
confidence reassured me that I might just be able to do that.

The sound of her boots across the floor caught my breath. My
heart pounded and my eyes instantly closed to wait for her touch. Hot breath
blew across my neck first, and she embraced me from behind, engulfing me in her
dominant embrace. She kissed my neck with her open hot mouth and then whispered
privately into my ear. “Have you been a good girl while I was away?”

“Yes.” The word blew out on my first breath since she
arrived.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

I had all but forgotten Alison was even there, standing
directly in front of us. I was melting in my own need for her to take me. The
physical ache, almost more than I could near, threatened to override my good
manners. I had told her all about Alli on the phone and how pleased I was with my
choice. She was a perfect fit and was fast becoming a friend as well.

“Sydney, this is Alison.”

Sydney released her embrace on me and stepped forward to
greet Alison.

“Nice to finally meet you.” She took Alison’s hand and held
it for much longer than a moment while her eyes examined the very attractive
young woman.

“Thank you.” Alison replied. “I’ve heard a lot of wonderful
things about you.” She smiled at us both.

Sydney released her hand and then turned to look into my
eyes for the first time in many weeks. My melting continued in the steel blue
that penetrated me deeper than ever. Her skin was a warm sun-kissed tone and
her lips plump with a craving I felt in spite of her controlled restraint. My
own need wavered between doing what was expected and what was flashing in my
mind. If I dropped to my knees right there would she push the bulging cock in
her pants down my throat, forcing me to swallow her until I choked? Would she
drag me up the stairs by my hair and make me bend to her paddle, or tie me to the
headboard and make me wait while she tormented me between the long chapters of
her latest book?

“Laura.” Her voice carried firm from the doorway where she
stood waiting for me. I looked back at Alison for one last reassurance that
everything was going to be okay. The door closed behind us, but my suitcase remained
inside.

“You forgot my bag.” I turned to get it myself.

“There’s no need for you to bring anything, Laura.” She took
my arm to stop my determined movement back to the door.

“What? Everything I need is in that suitcase!” Slight panic
in my voice made my tone less than desirable, and so soon after her arrival.

She stepped in close, pulling me to her again, and I
instantly fell under her power. “All you need is standing right here in front
of you. You won’t require anything else.” She let go, opened the passenger door,
and waited patiently while I stood between reason and resistance.

“Where are we going that I won’t need at least my
toothbrush?”

Her head shook slowly as she held the door for me to comply.
The look was one I’d learned very early and very quickly in our relationship. Just
getting into the car was a far better choice. She pulled away without any
further explanation.

We pulled over at a small café just a few miles up the
highway. She reached over and unhooked my seat belt, then placed her hand on
the back of my head and pulled me in roughly for a long-awaited kiss. Devouring
me with her hot mouth while her tongue caressed deep in my throat caused me to
grope at her like a teenager. Well – we
were
in a parked car. I lost all control, and my need soaked her
hand as she pushed her fingers into me. I know I felt her tongue and her
fingers meet deep inside me. I stiffened as she rocked me with a final thrust
that loudly burst from every part of me. She watched me flail in my
afterburner. Washed with pure pleasure and drenched in the overflow, I was
completely unaware that she was standing outside the car with my door wide open
until I opened my eyes.

I took her hand and stood on legs I wasn’t even sure still
existed. Her heat penetrated me as she stood close, holding me steady on the
dusty gravel. Her hand swept across my ass as I slid past her toward the diner.
The swing of my hips was in direct response to knowing that she’d hung back
just enough to watch. I felt the delicious fluid dripping on my inner thighs as
I walked. I looked toward the restroom sign and then back to her; she nodded,
and I made my way past a couple of crude men looking me up and down, making low
lurid comments as if they knew what she had just done to me. It was difficult
to hold my tongue, but I knew I was not permitted to address them in any
manner. She was very protective and very clear that it would be she who
resolved any issues that arose. When I returned they were gone, and she was
sitting in their booth with their half-finished meals and a twenty dollar bill
pushed to the edge of the table.

The waitress cleared the dishes and then returned with two
cups of coffee and menus. I smiled at the thought of what she must have said to
them, but there was no way she would ever tell me. I pretended to study the
menu while I tried to figure out how to approach the fact that she’d left
everything I needed behind.

“We have a couple of hours until we arrive at The Gate.”

“The Gate?” I repeated as I looked up from my plot. Finally
some of my questions might get answered. “Is that where we’re going? Is that
where you work?”

The waitress interrupted just as she started to speak. “What
can I get you?”

Your timing sucks
!
I thought to myself. “We need another minute.” I looked up at her, knowing I
hadn’t decided yet, and I was about to find out where Sydney was taking me.

“No. We’re ready to order.”
 
Sydney announced to the waitress. Without considering what I
might really want, from either her or the menu, she ordered for both of us.

“Okay, now tell me what The Gate is.” My excitement overrode
my knowledge of the proper approach, which caused the expected reaction.

“Would that be a request or a demand? Because it sounded
very much like a demand to me.”