“Now will you take these off?” she asked him sweetly.
“No. I might just leave them until morning.”
No point in arguing, she waited, watching him go to his studio as if he was going back to work.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough for one day?” she said following him inside. “I certainly have, and I think we need to be in bed together.
“I’m coming, I just have to pull these other photographs to send to Davidson.”
“Send to the museum?” she said, wondering if she’d heard right.
“You didn’t get them all.”
“I didn’t get them all? What’s going on here?” Her eyes narrowed into a suspicious stare.
He turned to her with his most gracious smile of the night so far.
“I called Davidson a little while ago, should have things straightened out, but,” he looked at her with a deadly glare, “don’t touch my stuff again without consulting with me first. Even if I’m dying.”
“Then everything’s okay, and you just pretended to be furious?”
“It wasn’t pretend, Alexandra.”
“But I haven’t damaged your career?”
“No.”
“So the last two hours have been an elaborate scheme to get me to your dungeon?
“I don’t have to have a scheme to get you there, you’d go willingly. But yes, it was an object lesson, and it was also a nasty ruse.” The delicious twinkle was returning to his eyes.
“You…” Her mind was like an erupting volcano, spewing out every rotten name she could think to call him, and yet, the way he looked at her made her stop before the first slandering reproach was out of her mouth.
“You might have even done me a favor, Alex,” he said, pulling her to him, his arms surrounding her in the first real affectionate gesture of the night. “Just don’t do it again.”
“You put me through all that, scared the shit out of me when you already cleared up the problem?”
“I thought getting scared was part of the rush?” he said. “Or are you going to tell me that you didn’t get everything you wanted?”
It was useless to feel anything but well manipulated and out of control. Since that was the sort of state that gave her the most satisfaction, she decided to shut up and not say another other word. Eventually, before the night was out, he might even untie her bound wrists, and surely there would be more pleasure to pursue before that. They’d just begun to make up for his long absence.
Chapter Nine
“Kevin, you are going to get Mr. Harold’s new saddle for Brutus, are you not?” Jocelyn asked her young gardener.
“I thought that was tomorrow,” he replied.
“No. He wanted the gear today. It’ll take all afternoon and most of the evening going such a distance, you’ll have to leave right away.” Kevin was obviously not happy with the arrangement, but Jocelyn was firm. “Don’t scowl, you look much more handsome with a smile.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I was just getting into that garden you wanted me to take care of.”
“But it’ll wait, won’t it?” she replied.
“Sure.” For good measure, he flashed her a pleasant grin before he turned and walked away. And Jocelyn, hearing the doorbell, took off toward the front door.
“You’re not going to get scared, are you?” Jocelyn said as she led Alex through the living room. She watched her friend stare in fascination at the house that held a thousand memories of harrowing sexual theatrics, and cunning lies, and bittersweet days of longing.
“It feels so empty,” Alex said.
“Reg isn’t here.” It was the simplest explanation.
“I know. I can feel in my bones when he is.”
“You can? Really?” Jocelyn was impressed, feeling Reggie’s presence whether in her mind or just somewhere in the near vicinity had become second nature to her. That Alex shared that knack could only be because the sensuous blonde had known him so well. Jocelyn often thought Alex and Reggie were mirrors of the same obsessive personality, one dominant, one submissive, both controlling in their own ways, intriguing, intuitive and with the most bawdy imaginations she’d ever been acquainted with—probably why she loved them both so much. Each brought out different aspects in her own complex sexual nature. Enjoying Alex was becoming as delightful as enjoying her husband.
Alex stared up at the newly installed skylight in the entry thinking how much it lightened the corridors of Reggie’s masculine house.
“Less oppressive, don’t you think?” Jocelyn remarked.
“He let you do that?”
Jocelyn smirked. “He didn’t have much choice once the hole was there.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
“He agrees with me now,” Jocelyn quipped. “You like it?”
“Love it. And I’ve always loved the pool.”
The two wandered to the patio, eyeing the reflecting sun that danced off the deep blue tile background.
“It’s odd that we don’t know each other here in your home,” Alex said. “So many memories but none with you.”
Jocelyn smiled, wickedly. “Then I guess it’s time we make some.”
“You think that’s wise?”
“Afraid there are spies lurking about?”
Alex laughed. “You never know.”
“Listen, I sent Kevin on an errand that’s going to take hours, Gus is on vacation for two days, Reggie told me he’d be home after a long boring dinner meeting. About midnight and it’s the cook’s day off. There’s only Helena, you and me.”
“And Helena?” Alex asked.
“She’ll behave herself and keep quiet, or she knows the consequences.” Jocelyn move closer to the pool. “Why don’t we swim, then a little lunch, then…” Her green eyes flashed. Reaching for the hem of her sundress, she pulled it over her head. Pushing off from the edge of the pool, she dove naked into the water. Alex watched her long sleek body glide under the surface with hardly a splash. She came to the top again and waved, smiling at Alex. Her breasts bounced just barely out of the water, her nipples puckering into tight knots.
The slimmer Alex discarded her T-shirt and shorts and slipped into the water less dramatically, for a moment her long blonde hair floated in erotic abandon on the surface, until she stood up.
Jocelyn swam to her underwater, her hands at Alex’s cunt and bottom before they touched anything else. Even with distorted vision in the deep end of the pool, Jocelyn could see marks of a punishment on the normally clear surface of Alex’s skin. Faint red lines on her upper thighs and the soft part of her ass cheeks suggested quite a session with her husband the night before. Ignoring them for the moment, however, Jocelyn attacked the tender female flesh, a hand going deep to what she found was the very softest place on earth, a woman’s warm cunt.
Alex squealed when she realized what was happening, and hauled her friend up by the arm. In a speechless reunion their limbs intertwined as they swam toward the shallows, and then moved back to the depths, where they bobbed and played leap frog and found each other’s wet private places were responding well to tongues and teeth, and the feel of exploring hands.
Making love in the cool clear liquid was as exhausting as a trip across a bed, and just as arousing; though they moved their lovemaking to the lounges when they were too out of breath to continue. On Jocelyn’s favorite outdoor recliner, where she’d once captured her husband and made love to him outdoors, she captured Alex now. There was something natural about having a woman in this sensuous atmosphere, much more thrilling than having a man for some reason. After drying the beautiful white breasts with her tongue, all the drops of water either licked away or evaporated by the sun, she tasted her way down Alex’s chest and tummy to the small remaining tuft of hair at her pubic mound. Forcing her lover’s legs to part and rise so she could have clear sailing to the chlorine smelling cunt, Jocelyn tasted her everywhere around the responding pink skin, catching the flavor of suntan lotion when she moved to her thighs.
“You’re wearing a ring,” she exclaimed. “This new?” Jocelyn flicked the jewelry piercing Alex’s labia. Taking it in her teeth, she tugged it hard. It was a fascinating discovery.
“Oooo, ouch!”
“You haven’t had this before,” Jocelyn said.
“Reggie did that,” Alex said, almost without thinking.
“Oh,” Jocelyn replied, not knowing why she didn’t like that answer. Perhaps because he’d never mentioned anything like that to her.
“I asked him to do it,” Alex said, a little white lie, though given the odd expression on the redhead’s face, it was necessary. If Jocelyn thought that it meant something special between herself and Reg, she was wrong. The piercing had taken place on the last day of her ‘training’ at Reggie’s estate, and had since become more a playful battleground between herself and Will than a reminder of her former dominant.
“You don’t always wear it.”
“Most of the time Will abuses my pussy so badly, I don’t like having it on when he’s in a dangerous mood.”
“Like this?” Jocelyn said, giving the ring another firm tug.
“Ouch!”
Jocelyn smiled, liking the result, but went back to licking the warm cunt, as her finger penetrated the opening making her friend frantic to come. Licking her clit as she continued the steady fucking motion with her hand, she watched the thrusting hips wriggle in reply to her attentions. And then her lover gasped, her mouth opened wide, and a deep ‘ahhhhhhhh’ moved across her lips, as the climax made her tightened hard on Jocelyn’s fingers. Alex writhed begging for more.
“My turn now,” Jocelyn declared. “Fuck me, Alex.” Jocelyn pulled up on top of Alex’s body while the blonde was still in the midst of post orgasmic moment. Jocelyn’s full bared breast was pressed against Alex’s smaller one, and the two were clenched tightly enough for Jocelyn to feel Alex’s hard nipples burning into her chest. Jocelyn rubbed herself across the marvelous mounds of flesh, feeling the sudden need to consume the woman, and demand from her the kind of submission that Reggie once demanded of Alex. Fucking the mirror of her husband, the mirror of her submissive nature was emerging with a hundred cruel thoughts bursting forth gleefully—of tying Alex down, raping her ass with a dildo, using her full fist in her cunt, and slapping her breasts and ass until they were red…her mind careened through never disclosed desires. How much these fantasies were like her dominant feelings for Helena; Alex and her maid were very much alike.
As much as Jocelyn’s mind digressed, her body did not; all it wanted now was to command her lover to perform, make her body ecstatic and satisfy the ruthless driving agony building within.
“Fuck me!” she ordered toppling over to her side and pulling Alex on top.
Jocelyn’s compliant lover kissed her hard, then drove her fingers between the wide spread legs, pummeling her fast, so that she didn’t have time to think of anything but the rising climax about to crash through her. Jocelyn gripped the side of the lounge with one hand, grabbed Alex’s long hair with the other, and then squeezed her cunt on the penetrating hand, bucking like a madwoman. It seemed like minutes passed before the clenching ceased and she relaxed, but just seconds later, Jocelyn opened her eyes and gazed up at Alex’s face. The lovely blonde looked just like an angel.
“What the hell happened to you?” Alex pondered aloud.
“Got real with things,” Jocelyn answered.
“What things?”
“How much I want to dominate you.”
“Oh, good god, no,” Alex pulled away and fell back on the lounge.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jocelyn asked.
“Another dominant lover.”
“If you didn’t want it so much then you wouldn’t create it.”
“You’re as bad as all the others,” Alex fumed.
“And as good,” Jocelyn added, leaning over to gaze into her blue eyes.
Alex looked coy, a smug grin appearing on her lips.
“Maybe better,” she agreed with Jocelyn. “Just don’t jerk me around the way they do. I was kind of used to being easy with you. I consider that one of the side benefits.”
“I’m harmless, darling. Just spirited.” Jocelyn kissed her happily. “And at least for now I’ll be leaving your ass alone. Looks like you couldn’t take too much more on those poor cheeks.”
“He really got me,” Alex conceded.
“And you really don’t look at all unhappy about it.”
“I’m not.”
There it was again, that wonderful submissive essence about her that Jocelyn admired so much.
After another kiss, Jocelyn reacted to a glint of something catching her eye. Looking toward the patio door she saw Helena standing there, her gold necklace reflecting the sunlight. The young woman stared at them, not at all flustered or embarrassed when both women stared back.
“You want to join us, don’t you?” Jocelyn called to the girl.
Only then did Helena appear to blush, though it was difficult to tell the way the sun hit her face.
“You’ve made love to women before?” Jocelyn asked, when she didn’t reply.
“No, ma’am.”
“But you want to?”
She nodded.
“Then maybe you will,” Jocelyn retorted. “If you behave yourself.”
“I’m sorry I interrupted you,” the girl said.
“I don’t believe that’s true,” Jocelyn countered. “But the interruption isn’t your fault. Just be sure you keep quiet about the things you see here, even with Mr. Harold. What I do with my friends is my private business.”