She knew the drill. Bathe, eat, drink and be ready for whatever Connor fancied on this particular night. He’d been more cryptic than usual in his last text message, if that was possible. Katherine had kept her word and let Tim know the time and place. He hadn’t seemed all that interested and had sent her off with a quick kiss and wishes for a good time. Strange; she had expected more of a reaction. Who could figure men, and they said women were complex. Not hardly in comparison.Surprise barely registered when Liz appeared behind her at the Lapis Club. She led Katherine to the same room they’d used on her last visit, only this time Liz opened the door, gestured Katherine inside and left. The room looked the same as it had last visit with one exception; on the far wall of the main room, a drape was pulled aside to reveal a door with a small piece of paper on it. She put her purse and jacket on a chair before walking over and reading the note.
Come in when you’re ready for me, not before. C.
Her curiosity would have to wait, she needed the time to get ready. Now that Tim had given his consent, she found herself relaxing in welcome anticipation of the events ahead. She took a sip of the Cosmopolitan sitting on the sideboard and found she was beginning to acquire a real taste for them. After a quick bath scented with her signature fragrance L’Air du Temps, she slipped into the blue silken gown and chose a selection from the culinary spread on the sideboard. Her thoughts wandered as she ate.
If there is heaven on earth, this is surely it — great food, great drinks and an evening of sexual discovery. I wonder what Connor has in store for us tonight? … Where did he get all the money for this? … Does his wife know about it? Did it matter? … What is Tim doing tonight? … How far is Connor willing to take this? … Too bad Tiim can’t see this place, he’d love the opulence. … How had Connor arranged for all of this? … What great pie.
So many questions to which she had few answers. Katherine took her time finishing her drink after eating her fill, letting her mind revel in images of Tim and Connor. Excitement flooded through her as she imagined Connor’s muscular buttocks as they drove his equally thick muscular cock into her. Could cocks be muscular? She shook her head — this was not the time to be analytical. A vision of Tim’s warm mouth sucking her nipples and working his way down sent a shiver of anticipation through her. It’s time.
She brushed her teeth, fluffed her hair, loosened the sash on the gown she wore like a second skin and crossed to the door. The note was gone — when had that happened? The door opened inward to a small candle-lit room. A bed stood against the back wall facing an outward wall with six panels, three of which were covered by drapes alternating with three that looked like they were covered with embossed silk the same colour as the gown she wore. An identical gown lay over the back of a small chair tucked into a corner. One of the two small tables on either side of the bed held a covered tray, and she instinctively knew better than to peek. She guessed that it contained adjuncts for his sexual experimentation that he preferred to keep as a surprise for her. Lying on the middle of a multi-coloured brocade spread was a small black band, which upon closer inspection proved to be a blindfold. She smiled. It was just like Connor to let her know his expectations while leaving her the choice. She slipped the blindfold on and adjusted it so that it was comfortable, then felt her way onto the bed.
She lay luxuriating in the feel of her body contouring to the tempura mattress, tingling with anticipation. She had no idea what to expect; she never did with this man. Connor had never liked to be predictable. He preferred to prolong the overwhelming emotional thrill and uncontrollable anguish that left her breathless, as if free standing on the edge of a cliff. Every nerve ending awoke as a quiver of excitement whispered from her vulva gaining momentum as it shot throught her abdomen to her nipples. A faint odour lingered like the shadow of an ancient inscence used by Aphrodite as the air stirred around her. She lay perfectly still knowing his eyes devoured her raw sexuality. Impatient to begin, she raised her hand.
“I can see that,” he replied. She felt the smooth leather of the restraints he favoured as he fastened each wrist above her head. A sound like drapes sliding on a track drew her attention, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart before she had the chance to ask. She felt the bed give way as he sat beside her. His breath brushed her ear as he whispered, ‘Tonight you can make all the noise you wish. I plan to make you beg to come. Are you sure you’re ready?”
An odd timbre in his voice gave her pause and a sliver of nervous excitement rolled over her. Am I ready for what?
“Well?” It was barely a whisper, yet she felt the question like the crack of a whip and nodded. God help me, yes, I’m ready.
“Excellent. Then we begin.” As his breath left her ear, she caught a hint of his scent, something that reminded her of a walk through a forest after a warm spring rain. A soft tickle trickled from the nape of her neck between her breasts, circled each nipple and continued its journey over her stomach to her dripping wet vulva. Katherine arched and moaned as the tickle became a twig brushing her pulsing clitoris.
Oh my god, it’s a feather. He’s using a feather. He knows how much I hate light touch. She struggled and arched toward him, her body begging him to stop the torture and get down to the business at hand, that of making her come. Yet the feather continued fluttering over every exposed surface, forcing her to fight for control to keep from shouting her need to him. She knew that’s what he wanted, and she’d be damned if she’d let him win that easily. She breathed deeply, but her mind screamed. In and out, nice and slow. You can do this, Katherine. In and out. I can’t stand it; please, Connor. Breathe in and out.
As suddenly as it began, the feather left, and Connor shifted his position on the bed. With one hand, he spread her lips wide and one of his long tapered fingers slid over her throbbing clit. Katherine sighed in anticipation of relief for her ‘little girl in the boat’, but her hope was short lived. He slid his finger back and forth a couple of times as if taking the measure of her readiness. Like an artist working a wet canvas, he drew circles around her labia with the occasional foray into her vagina. Moisture rolled down her cheeks pooling on the thick silk sheets he favoured. Once again she tried to control her panting. In and out; easy now. Oh god. Oh god. In, out. Now, Connor, now! In and out.
When she was sure she would pass out from sheer need and the effort to control herself, she felt Connor’s weight leave the bed. Thinking she had a moment to relax, she stretched her legs and took several deep breathes before Connor spread her legs with a hand resting on each thigh. Then she felt his tongue drawng a pattern over the traces left by his fingers. In seconds she was writhing, twisting, panting and moaning again.
“Suck me,” she begged. “Suck.” She tried to shove her pelvis toward his mouth, but his hands held her firmly in place. Wild with desire, her head shook from side to side as waves of desire washed over her. “Now, now, now, now, now.” No longer capable of lucid thought, she wasn’t sure if she’d screamed out loud or only thought the words. Connor continued stroking every inch of her vulva slowly and deliberately. Katherine thrashed and whimpered, arched and groaned, writhing and twisting within the confines of the restraints, lost in the agony of her need. When his lips closed around her engorged nub, she screamed. “Now, oh please god, now, Connor.” Yet still he took his time gently sucking, his rhythm just enough to keep her on the edge of the vortex.
Slowly, with agonizing deliberateness, Connor increased the pressure and speed taking Katherine to the edge of the cliff yet not allowing her to jump off. A sensation started deep within her core, like the ripple from a pebble making its way to the bottom of a still pond; but release seemed just beyond her reach. She held her breath and her back arched even more as she struggled to take that final leap. Her body went rigid as she felt it slipping away. She lay suspended, then, without warning, the ripples became wave after wave crashing through her as the elusive orgasm took hold. Minutes passed as she lay gripped by the spasms of pleasure that burst through her. She was vaguely aware of the sound like drapes on a track again, but took no notice.
Connor gave her no time to recover before mounting her. Like a steed answering the call of a mare in heat, he rode her deep and hard. His rigid cock stroked her reactive G-spot, forcing her to come again and again, each as explosive as the last. In the midst of her writhing, the blindfold worked its way off. With all the effort of her will, she opened her eyes and stared directly into his penetrating eyes that seemed to widen with wonder at the depths of her desire. As the power of her orgasms ebbed, she marvelled at his ability to control his own orgasm. Finally after what seemed an eternity, he threw his head back and roared his release.
Connor rested in her a moment before pulling out and getting up from the bed. He removed the straps binding her wrists, then leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. With his back to her, he put on the robe that rested on the chair. He walked to the door and paused looking back at her.
“You are a wonder,” he said. “Tim is a very lucky man.” And with that, he was gone.
Katherine rested for a few minutes, but found that she did not feel the usual torpor that overtook her after great sex. Instead, all she could think about was getting home to Tim and sharing the details of her experience. It was still early, and she wanted to explore her feelings while wrapped in the cocoon off his loving embrace. She took a quick shower, dressed and was in the car Connor left at her disposal headed for home within 15 minutes. She gave the driver her address and settled back for the half hour drive. It seemed interminable, yet went quickly. She decided not to check her phone, instead basking in the afterglow of the many orgasmic tremors that lingered. They were nothing like the quivers that rolled through her after making love with Tim, but were pleasant nonetheless.
Disappointment hit her in the gut when she saw Tim’s car gone and the house wrapped in darkness. Why had Tim gone out? Where would he have gone? Was that why he was so casual about her tryst with Connor? She gave her head a shake and went into the house. He’d probably gone out to get something to eat. He was never one to cook for himself and preferred some quick takeout. That would give her time to change and open a bottle of wine to accompany her tale.
Katherine had just finished changing into her favourite lounging outfit and opening a bottle of wine when she heard Tim’s key in the door. Excited, she ran to meet him and threw her arms around his shoulders giving him a kiss. Uncertainty stopped her cold as his lips slid from hers and she felt him stiffen. Was that liquor she smelled on his breath?
“Whoa there,” he said. “What’s all this about?”
“I’m just happy to see you. I rushed home to be with you.”
He shrugged off his jacket. Katherine followed him into the kitchen where two glasses of wine stood on the butcher’s block. Tim picked one up, downed it and poured another. Katherine’s eyes widened in surprise — Tim usually only drank when upset; but she said nothing.
“Why? Wasn’t your night with Connor good enough to keep you occupied?”
Katherine winced at the sarcasm dripping from his voice and tried not to react to it. It was not good when both were upset. Two Scorpions with acerbic tongues spelled a recipe for knives twisting open wounds that might not heal.
“What’s the matter, Tim? Are you upset about me being with Connor tonight?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. Let’s face it Kat —
“Oh hell. I might as well come right out with it. I’ve been with someone myself tonight.”
His pronouncement stunned her into silence, and Katherine could feel the shock freeze her smile in place. Now it was her turn to down a glass of wine and pour another giving her precious moments to collect her thoughts. Tim? With someone else? Who? How had he met her? Was it someone he knew? Was it someone she knew? Was this the first time?
“Is this some kind of payback, Tim? Because, if it is…..”
“No, it’s nothing like that, Kat,” he said. “It just happened.”
“What do you mean, it just happened?”
“I mean, it wasn’t planned; it just happened. Look, why don’t we sit down. I know this is difficult to hear, believe me, I know. I tell you what — how about you tell me about your time with Connor and I’ll tell you about my, um, encounter. Deal?”
“Give me a minute,” Katherine said. She took a break that was more thinking than bio. She needed time to sort out her feelings. Jealousy hit her square between the eyes as did an intense feeling of possessiveness that she hadn’t felt for some time. Her own words were coming back to haunt her: “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” Fuck. How could she have been so stupid not to have seen this coming. Had he done it for spite just so she’d feel exactly the way she was feeling at the moment? She tried to cope with the deluge of emotions rushing through her. Was she even a little curious about what had happened? She wasn’t quite sure; it certainly wasn’t the predominant feeling. One thing she did know, she’d have to hear his story to sort this out. When she returned a few minutes later, she found Tim sitting in the living room with a fresh bottle of wine open on the coffee table.
“Okay, Tim, you go first, and I want to know everything.”
“Where do you want me to start?”
“Let’s start with how you met her.”
“I met her in a bar. It was random. I’d had a little too much to drink if that’s any excuse.”
“I’m having trouble believing this, Tim. This is completely unlike you.”
“Look, Katherine, none of this is like either of us, so obviously some things have changed. I didn’t intend for this to happen, it just did.”
“It was just a bar. She was staying at the hotel, and we got to chatting. She invited me up to her room and gave me a blow job. While she was in the bathroom afterwards, I left. End of story.” Tim took a drink while Katherine continued to stare at him.
“Something doesn’t sound right about this, Tim. How can you not the name of the bar?”
“Do you know what it’s like to be home alone while your wife is off fucking someone else? When I couldn’t stand it anymore I decided to go out. I wandered downtown because it’s where I met Connor, and I thought I might see you there. I don’t know what else you want to know, Kat.”
Katherine was quiet for a beat before asking, “What’s her name?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You never asked her name?”
“Why is that so hard to believe. Requiring details is your specialty, not mine. It was one of those mindless moments we’ve often talked about. She looked good, she smelt good, and she came on to me. That’s all there was to it.”
Katherine hesitated unsure of how much more she wanted to know. “What did she look like? Was she beautiful?”
“Not beautiful, attractive. Kind of average looking really, but she had one hell of a body,” Tim said. She wasn’t sure if Tim was being deliberately evasive or if he was choosing his words carefully. It was like he was lying, but why would he have told her in the first place if he was going to lie about it? She shook her head in confusion.
“How do you know? I thought she only gave you a blow job.”
Tim sighed. She could almost hear him thinking, Women! “Yes she did, Kat, but we did have a few drinks together, and I did look at her. Look that’s all I remember. I had enough to drink to take a cab home. It’s your turn.”
The wine made her feel quite mellow, and she poured herself another glass of wine. She needed time to think about how she felt about all of this. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure I’m in the mood for this, Tim. I think it would be better another time.”
“Well, I don’t, Kat. I think it’s important that we work through this, so if you don’t want to tell me about your time with Connor, talk to me about how you’re feeling.”
“That’s just it, Tim, I don’t know how I’m feeling. Part of me is hurt, part of me is jealous, part of me wants to rip your balls off, part of me wants to kill her and part of me understands how you must have felt when I told you about Connor. Although, to be honest, I’m not letting that part speak to me right now.” She smiled, just a tiny one, but a smile nonetheless.
“I know exactly how you’re feeling,” Tim said. His smile was almost a grin. “Look, this is all new for both of us, but I believe strongly that it’s like you always say: If we’re honest about our feelings and keep the lines of communication open, we can grow through this together.”
“Oh sure, bring that up now,” she said.
“Come sit beside me and tell me about your evening. After that, why don’t your order some food while I get out of these clothes?”
Katherine’s eyebrows shot toward the ceiling, and she opened her mouth to protest.
“No, no,” he said, “you’ve got me all wrong. I don’t want to make love right now, but I do want to be close to you. Please.” The last word was almost a whisper, and Kaherine knew how difficult it was for him to ask this. Tim rarely expressed his emotions and the vulnerability radiating from his eyes penetrated a soft place she thought had disappeared a long time ago.
Without another word, she went over to him and snuggled under his arm. For a time, they sat sipping wine and feeling comfort in the warmth passing between them.
“Believe it or not, I thought about you a lot tonight,” she said. “About how you’d love to see the richness of Connor’s suite and the InterContinental hotel — that’s where we were. And I pretended you were watching me, and that helped me relax. When it was over, all I wanted to do is get home to be with you.”
Did you enjoy the sex?”
“Yes, but that’s all it was, raw animal sex. Physically fulfilling certainly, but that’s it. I feel a very different sense of release with you. Remember my itch analogy? Well, it’s still like that. When the itch is there, you can’t think of anything else until you’ve scratched it. Once it’s gone, you don’t give it another thought. I just wish there was some way to have the best of both worlds with you.”
“Maybe there is,” he said.
She turned in his arms to look at him. “What do you mean? What are you thinking?”
He laughed. “Don’t sound so eager. I don’t know yet. Let me think on it. I’ll let you know if I come up with anything. Now tell me about Connor.”
She nestled back in his arms and told him about the evening. He seemed curious about her feelings around being bound and blindfolded, and she did her best to explain
“Thanks for being so open with me,” he said. “Do you want to hear about my evening now?”
“Yes! No! I mean, I don’t know! Even thought I think there’s more to your story, it’s too fresh for me, Tim. Maybe another time.” Like in ten years or so. “Give me a little time to get used to this.”
Okay.” He gently moved her and got up from the couch. “I think that’s enough for tonight anyway. Let’s just relax, okay? We can do the ‘tell all’ when you’re ready. I do love you, Katherine, more than life itself. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do, Tim. And I love you — most.”
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