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  Chapter Six

  Heaven help her! The blood in her ears roared so loudly, she could barely think. Her chest tightened and her throat all but seized up. What would it feel like to have his hand hard on her soft bottom? For a split second she was tempted to walk into the bathroom just to find out, but she wasn’t that stupid. Judging by the grip on her wrist, his hand would pack a punch.

  Nodding, because she wasn’t sure her mouth could form words any longer. She eased her hand from his grasp, and unsnapped her jeans. She fought the urge to turn her back, instinctively knowing that was not what he wanted. She unzipped, eased her sneakers off, and stepped out of her jeans. She hung them over the back of her chair before pulling down her panties, which were so wet the cotton gusset gleamed. This was bizarre, but to say she wasn’t turned on would be a bold-faced lie.

  “Give them to me.”

  He was holding out his hand.

  Without a word, Katie handed them over.

  He shoved the scrap of cotton and lace into his pocket while she stepped back into her jeans and zipped them up. The denim rubbed rough on her aroused flesh, catching to her clit as she sat down. She squirmed a little to shift the seam off her tenderest spots.

  As she reached for her fork, hoping she could still swallow solid food without choking, Jud caught her hand, and raising it to his mouth, kissed it. “Perfect! Katie, I think you will be a dream come true.”

  Every bit of tension in her body eased at his touch, discounting the throb in her groin that itched to the point of ache, and it sure wasn’t all denim abrasion. Taking advantage, of the calm she suspected was merely temporary, she asked. “Do you collect panties?”

  “Only from women I intend to tie up.”

  “You’re not tying me up!”

  “That’s something we need to negotiate.”

  “You have to be kidding!”

  “Not in the least. If the idea didn’t intrigue you, you’d never have bought those handcuffs.”

  “That was a joke. A gag gift!” He raised an eyebrow. That just about finished her. “I’m not letting you make me helpless!”

  “The thought of being helpless is arousing, isn’t it?” Reluctantly, she nodded. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Trust me Katie, you’ll enjoy being helpless.”

  For some insane reason, she believed him. “Okay. But…”

  “But what, dear?”

  “You’re not spanking me!”

  He thought about that a minute. “I might. Don’t scowl so, dear. I won’t do anything you don’t want, and nothing you won’t enjoy.”

  “How on earth can you tell?”

  “I’ll know, Katie. I can read your face, catch the flush of excitement on your skin when you say ‘no’ but think ‘maybe’, feel your pulse race when you’re aroused. Even now, I can smell your need and curiosity.”

  She’d been afraid of that. “Jud, I’m getting out of my depth here.”

  “I‘ll be your safety raft and life belt.”

  There was something oddly appealing about the prospect but… “I’ve never needed a life raft before.”

  “No one’s ever offered what I’m offering.”

  “What exactly are you offering?”

  “More pleasure than you can imagine. Complete and utter satiation.” He grinned. “I guarantee satisfaction.”

  “You offer a written warranty?”

  “I offer my word and my body, and my utter, undivided attention, is that not enough?”

  “That’s more than anyone else offered, or gave.”

  “You need me, Katie. You want what I’ll do to you. You crave the excitement I offer. You even long for the fear.”

  “I’m not too certain about the fear!”

  “I am. I watched your eyes when I threatened to spank you. The prospect horrified you, but intrigued and aroused you at the same time. You dreaded it, but wondered how it would feel, and if it would be as exciting as you imagined.” He kissed the tips of his fingers, and reaching across the table rested them against her lips. “Am I right?”

  She nodded, her throat too dry and tight to speak. “Why?” she croaked with effort.

  “Because you’re submissive, and need a strong man to dominate you.”

  That got her voice back in a hurry! “Jud, I have news for you. I am not the sweet, obedient, submissive sort.” His quirked eyebrows were maddening, and somehow appealing. “Look here, buster…”

  He grabbed the hand that pointed right at his chest. “Katie, I never said you were the ‘sweet, submissive sort’. In fact, according to Andrew, you ‘have balls and attitude’. I agree, it makes you attractive and sexy. You’re sexually submissive, a very different thing entirely.”

  “What makes you so damn certain?”

  “I’m a dominant male, I know these things.” Oh, please! “You question that?”

  “Yes, I do.” She leaned her elbows on the table and looked him in the eye. Let him explain that away.

  “All right, dear, answer me one thing. If another man had told you to stand up and take off your underwear, would you have?”

  “Hell no!”

  “But you did for me.” And had been wondering about that ever since. “You responded to me as a dominant. Your sexual intelligence recognizing what your rational mind balks at.”

  “Maybe…”

  He shook his head. “There’s no ‘maybe’ about it. I’m going to prove it so thoroughly, you'll never question again.”

  “You talk a good spiel about all the wonderful things you’ll do to me. How about putting a little substance behind your words?” Sheesh! What had she done? Agreed to? Asked for?

  “By all means, Katie. Next time.”

  “What do you mean ‘next time’?”

  “I mean not tonight. You have to be certain you want this, and right now you are too horny to think straight.”

  “And who got me that way?”

  “I did!” He was so darn smug-and so right. “Don’t worry, dear, I won’t make you wait long. Watch for me on Halloween, I’ll come with your very own tricks and treats.”

  Two whole days. Damn good thing she had her magic wand upstairs beside her bed. “If I agree, right?”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. Think about it. Very carefully. I won’t harm you. I’ll give you a safeword to use anytime you want me to stop. I will tie you up, and I may spank you if necessary. You promise to submit, and in return I’ll give you the best sex of your life.”

  “What about you? I imagine you’ll have a bit of fun too.”

  “Of course! You don’t think I’m getting a charge out of the prospect of you lying helpless and a little bit anxious, and the thought of you sucking my cock has me hard already.”

  In his dreams! And in hers! “This is getting out of hand.”

  “You’re overloaded.” He stood up. “I’m going home. Call me with any questions? I won’t force you to do anything you don't want to. Pleasure, yours and mine, is what this is about.”

  She got his coat out of her small closet, which now smelled of expensive leather. He shrugged it on and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Think about it, okay?” The man was a comedian. She doubted, she’d think of anything else for quite some time!

  As she went to open the door, he stopped her. Pulling her into his arms, he pressed himself against her. He hadn’t been kidding about being aroused. It felt like he had an oak branch in his jeans. Why would he walk out if he was this hard? “See?” he said. “I want you, but not until you’re certain.”

  His mouth came down, hot and sweet, and tasting of curry spices and garlic. Her lips opened by instinct. Before she drew breath to sigh at the sensation of his mouth imposing on hers, his tongue took over, caressing, stroking as his hand found her breast. She responded with wild need, and urgent passion. Grinding her hips so his erection pressed hard into the softness of her belly. His arms held her tight, smoothing between her shoulder blades. One hand went up to cup her head, his other hand eased down, to
stroke her ass. She sighed and whimpered in her building need. Her hips rocked. Her desire surged into a wild need, as he slowed the kiss and pulled away.

  “You want me, Katie, and in two days, I’ll give you what you’ve needed all your life.”

  “Jud…” It came out like a mewl, as she grasped his lapels, not wanting him to go.

  “I know, dear, but it’ll be more than worth the wait. You have my word.”

  “I’d much rather have a damn, good fuck!”

  “You will. Now, two things before I go.” What now? The catch? “I want you to pick my costume.”

  “For Halloween?”

  He nodded. “Which costume from the Rose and Leather do you want me to wear? Your choice.”

  Hell, what did she remember? Not the spacesuit. Too odd. She tried to visualize the row on the rack… “The pirate!” Knee breeches and eye patch seemed to suit him.

  He bowed. “As you demand, lady so shall it be. You’ll be the pirate’s captive, subservient to my every demand. I’ll pick your costume. You wear what’s in the box, I send, and nothing else.”

  She hoped it wasn’t the Princess Leia at Jabba the Hut’s den outfit. “I’ll have a zillion grade school kids knocking on my door that evening.”

  “You’re not wearing it for them! Trick or Treating stops at nine, right? I’ll knock on your door at ten. Plenty of time for you to get ready.” Seemed fair enough. “One last thing, Katie. And this I absolutely insist on. You’re forbidden to masturbate between now and then. No nice session with your electric friend. No touching that lovely clit to ease the tension. I’m taking charge of your body. That includes your climaxes. I give them. You are forbidden to pleasure yourself.”

  She’d never heard such nonsense in her life! If she wanted a climax, she’d damn well have one. Her Magic Wand waited upstairs. She was hot, horny, and ready for it. She needed a nice mind-numbing climax. She looked up into his face. “I promise.”

  His dark eyes glowed, as his mouth curled into a sexy smile. “That was a hard promise, wasn’t it?”

  “It was hell!” It took all she had not to sock him one for leaving her like this.

  “You’ll go to sexual heaven for your reward.” He stroked the side of her cheek, Just that simple touch upped her need another notch. “You’ll learn the ecstasy of obedience.”

  He brushed his lips on her cheek, and was gone.

  Katie stood by the open door watching as he strode down her short front path, and turned left towards his car. He paused, waved, and called, “Shut the door, it’s cold out!”

  She hadn’t even noticed.

  Chapter Seven

  She felt bereft without Jud’s presence, his overbearing presence, she amended to herself. His fascinating presence, her emotions insisted. All that remained of the strange evening was her still high-pitched arousal, the aromas of curry spices in the air, and a heap of almost-empty aluminum containers. Trying to ignore the first one, Katie scraped the remains onto a plastic container and cleared the mess away. Now the place seemed even emptier. She snuffed out the candles, remembering how Jud had liked them. Most men never noticed these things. Most men would have had her upstairs long before now. They’d be naked between her sheets, and sometime towards dawn he’d go off home, leaving her vaguely satisfied and wondering if that was all there was to it.

  Jud, she suspected, wouldn’t leave her wanting. In that hope, she’d keep her promise about do-it-yourself sex. A cold shower would no doubt help. An early night in bed, reading the convoluted prose of her employers' new health care benefits would dampen her ardor.

  Jud called, next morning, while she was swigging down her second mug of caffeine between bites of toast. “Did you sleep well?”

  She swallowed a seemingly enormous mouthful of crust. ”Yes.”

  “Are you telling me the truth?”

  She eased the last of the chunk down with a mouthful of coffee. “Yes, I am. I admit I was a trifle hot and bothered after you left, but I put myself to sleep reading about my new health insurance plan.”

  He had a particularly sexy chuckle for this early in the morning. “Katie, I admire a woman of resource. I’ll have to put it to good use.”

  “Maybe.”

  “There is no ‘maybe’ about it, dear. I’m looking forward to discovering you. Tell me dear, have you ever had anal sex?” Damn good thing she’d set her mug down. Coffee all down the front of an ivory silk blouse was no way to start the morning. “Have you?” he persisted, while Katie contemplated hanging up on him. She couldn’t. The soft, insistence of his voice held her. “Once,” she replied. It was a memory she tried hard to forget.

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Let’s put it this way, if I had the choice of a root canal or anal sex again, I’d jump at the chance of a root canal.”

  “Was it that terrible?”

  “Yes!”

  “It won’t be with me.”

  In his dreams. “Jud, if we’re going to get into bed together, let’s get this straight, you’re not coming anywhere near my back door. Understand?”

  “Completely. I’ll respect that limit. There’s plenty more I will enjoy with your lovely body. I’ll call you tonight, and we’ll talk about what you like best about sex. I do hope you’ll like sucking my cock.” On that parting shot, he hung up.

  What now? Jud was outrageous, demanding, so damn full of himself he deserved a good kick where it would hurt most. Drat him! He excited her, and to be honest, not that she’d admit it to him, the thought of sucking his cock was anything but unwelcome. If she’d had her way, she’d have had that pleasure last night.

  As it was, if she didn’t get a move on, she’d be late for her appointment with a prospective client.

  Jud was not one of the men who promised to call and then fell mute. By the time she got home from work, he’d left three messages on her voice mail. The first sounded like his usual cocky self, the second had a tinge of annoyance, but the third sounded downright concerned. “Katie, please give me a call. If you’ve got cold feet or worries, tell me. Okay?” A pause… “I was beginning to think you were a dream come true. Just let me know one way or another, my number…” and he repeated it for the third time.

  A dream come true! Either Jud was a slick talker, or…or what? She wasn’t sure, but she punched in his number.

  “Katie!” He half-sounded as if he’d been waiting by the phone. “Is everything alright?”

  “Fine!” Okay that was a lie, but… “It’s fine between us, I mean. I just got in. Had to work extra hours.”

  “Does this happen often?”

  “Only when another clerk has to take a sick kid to the Emergency Room. I offered to stay and cover for her,”

  “I see.” A pause. “So you’re still prepared to celebrate Halloween my way?”

  “I think so.”

  “You’ve doubts?”

  “Yes, but isn’t that the whole point?”

  “Not doubts, no. I want you secure with me, certain I’ll never do anything without your consent.”

  So he kept saying. “Just how does that fit with ‘trust and obey me’?”

  ”Perfectly! After tomorrow night, you’ll begin to understand.” She wished she felt half as confident as he sounded. “I bought the pirate costume this evening, and yours too. They’re delivering it tomorrow. Get ready to obey. Good night, dear.”

  “Good night.”

  “Tomorrow,” he promised, his voice soft and suggestive, “will be the best Halloween of your life.”

  Time would tell. If it was half as good as he promised she’d not complain, but right now, she was dead on her feet. If she didn’t get any sleep tonight she’d end up snoring through her night of passion.

  Katie overslept, luckily she was working short hours, and not due at the shop until one. She took a leisurely shower, eyeing her legs for overnight appearance of fuzz, and gave them a quick shave, figuring this time it would be worth the effort, and deciding to treat herself to a real
breakfast. She was in the middle of scrambling eggs when the front door bell rang. As she signed the receipt, her hand shook. The name ‘Jud Carlton’ as sender, told her what was inside.

  She left the eggs to overcook, while she grabbed a kitchen knife and slit open the tape. Inside the carton, was a shiny, black box. She lifted off the top, black tissue rustled as she pulled out the costume. Not the Princess Leia in captivity, or the harem outfit she’d half dreaded. This was the Jane Austen one from the Rose and Leather: all pastel pink and white muslin, with little pink rosebuds, a low-cut neck and high waist. Demure and sweet looking, until she shook it out and remembered the slits all the way to the high waist. And if that wasn’t revealing enough, the back was wide open. She’d had more butt coverage in the open-back hospital gown she’d worn when she had her tonsils out.

  Not a trace of underwear. Hardly surprising! He’d shown he preferred her bare under her clothes. This was going to be some trick or treat. In her heart, she didn’t doubt Jud would deliver on his promise.

  When the last bunch of little goblins scampered down the path, Katie gratefully turned off the porch light. It was five past nine. It's time the juveniles were back home eating candy until they bounced. She had an hour to get ready, and given the quantities of Milk Duds and Tootsie Rolls she’d munched between doorbells, she was fired up with energy. Heck she was more than ready! When it actually got to showering and changing, curiosity and courage did bit of a flip. Was she sure what she was doing? No! Was she willing? Sort of… How could she tell Jud ‘no’, when her heart raced with anticipation?

  If she backed out of this, she’d spend the rest of her life wondering ‘what if’.

  That decision made, she toweled off briskly, slathered her body with scented lotion, and gave herself a generous spritz of perfume for luck. She dried her hair and fluffed it up. Gave her eyebrows a last inspection for stray hairs, and slipped on THE DRESS. This beat any costume she’d seen tonight. The elastic waist fit snugly, showing off her breasts, heck, showing off her nipples! The fabric was soft against her skin, and the skirt hung gracefully from the high waist, the hem brushing her ankles. The skirt didn’t reveal as much as she’d feared. Until she moved. Sheesh! It left nothing to the imagination, and the back let in chilly night breezes. She felt so exposed behind. He’d promised no anal sex, and she trusted that, but what about a strong, male hand, stroking and squeezing her very available flesh?