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“I was wondering how you felt about the other night. How did you find it? From the sounds of what Cecile told me, you found it exciting.” Connor sat back in his chair and swirled the amber liquid around in the glass he held. His grey-green eyes never left mine; eyes that held no judgement, only curiosity. I felt myself relax.“I found it exciting and terrifying. It opened a whole host of feelings that I didn’t know I had. But most of all, it made me realize that I want to be the one Katherine completely surrenders to. And I need to be part of her training to be a submissive.”
Both of Connor’s eyebrows shot straight to the ceiling. He took a swig of his drink.
“Well this is a surprise. That’s exactly what I was going to talk to you about. So how would you do that? Connor asked.
I took a deep breath. “I want you to train me to be a – what do you call it – a dom.” I felt a slight flush of heat warm my face, but Connor’s steady gaze put me at ease. For some strange reason I felt I could confide in this man.
“And what does that look like, exactly?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I do know that Katherine needs to know that I’m involved. I can’t really explain how deeply I love her or how committed I am to knowing and understanding her. Watching her with you made me realize that Kat could never fully submit herself to you body and soul. It’s something I know for sure at the core of my being. So she’ll still have this need, this ‘itch’ as she calls it. And she won’t ask me to be something I’m not, and although I talk a good story about being in control sexually, I’ve held back. And I’m babbling as Kat would say.” I took a large mouthful of my rum and coke.
“Actually, having you involved were my sentiments exactly, although I’m not quite sure how that will happen. Training you as a dominant, dom as you say, is an intriguing thought. But you need to think about this very hard; we’ll all need to think about this very hard. Once you’ve gone down this path, there’s no turning back, Tim. Are you sure you want to run the risk of sex play ruining your marriage?”
“I want some time to think about it, and I want to talk with Kat about it. I’m going to take her away for a few days so we can focus on each other without distraction and talk this out. But first, I need to know if you’re willing to teach me to be a dom.”
“You mean while I’m training Katherine to be a submissive? Actually, that’s a misnomer, all I’m doing is bringing Kath’s repressed urges to the surface so she acknowledges them, but that’s splitting hairs. I’m willing to give it some thought. What makes you think you’re up for this?”
“You mean besides my love for Katherine and my ongoing commitment to self-exploration? Well, I guess it probably has something to do with the school of philosophical thought I come from. As a stoic, I believe that the key to happiness is to understand there are two things you can’t control and to embrace the things you can control. You can’t control other people and they way they behave nor can you control the world around you. You can control your own attitudes and perceptions.”
Katherine interrupted my ruminations by slipping her arms around my waist and hugging me from behind. I turned in her arms and brushed her lips with mine before slipping out of her embrace to pour her a glass of the wine I had decanted. Together we watched the sun slipping into the ocean as it made the journey that turned day into a dusk full of secrets to reveal. The breeze brought the combined scents of island flora and ocean saltiness while it ruffle the white gauzy material of Katherine’s long dress revealing her the full bloom of her slender body. Katherine turned toward me, and the intensity of her gaze tightened my groin. How I loved the way she communicated her need, her body radiating heat and the black streaks in her eyes glowing like coal embers alive with her desire. I bent down and kissed her lips enjoying the way she played my lips with her tongue. I could never quite get over her passion for the feel of my lips; she loved the shape and feel of them and often whispered that I had the sexiest lips alive.
Her message spoke directly to Big Hugh, and he responded in kind. Plans be damned. Without a word, I took her by the hand and led her inside the luxurious accommodations. Choosing a wide chaise lounge that seemed made for the purpose, I lay back letting the soft linen of my open shirt drape my chest. The warm sea breeze drifted through the sheers cloaking us in a blanket of sensual warmth. Katherine’s breath caught as she stood looking at me, head tilted to one side unaware of the depth of the power she had over me. A small smile played over her lips. She swayed her hips just a little as if in time to some Latin music only she could hear while unbuttoning one button, then the next, then the next. I watched her unbutton each button of the long dress, bending at a slight angle as she reached the skirt giving me a vision of the curve of a full, firm buttock as it peeked through the curtain of fabric. She straightened and looked at me, widening the split edges of the dress just enough so that the swell of her breasts peeked through. Heat and desire coursed through me as I watched her large nipples harden and elongate as she channeled her passion in return. She stood as if waiting for my command, and I let her wait a beat while I got a grip on Big Hugh’s urgent requests for attention.
When I felt ready, I motioned her to me with my index finger. She swept the front of the dress wide open and in two strides sat straddled over me. Her small hands massaged my chest, alternately playing with my nipples and gently tugging my sparse chest hairs. The nub of her clitoris peeking through her swollen lips brought Hugh back to attention, and I slipped my finger into the well of her dripping wet cunt.
This glorious symbol of her womanhood became the canvas and my fingers the pencil as I sketched the outline of the rare orchid it reminded me of. When Kat started to moan and wriggle, I cupped her buttock with my left hand to hold her firm. For a few moments she would look at me intensely, and I knew she was begging me to make her come, but only when I’d finished the outline did I work on shading the nub. She closed her eyes and moaned, and I felt her buttocks tighten as what she called the quivers of pleasure shot through her. She looked at me again, her eyes black with need….
Wonderful readers – this is the last chapter I’ll be posting on the blog on the advice of my mentors. I will continue to post short stories for your reading pleasure; and I will, of course, let you know when the book is available, which I expect to be the end of September.
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May romance be with you!