Payne, Lillith - His Unconventional Woman (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 16
Laughter filled his heart as he was about to hang up the telephone. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. “Before you go, I wanted you to know this. Last week when you left I had a complete physical. I’m clean, Dana, and if you are, too, then I don’t want to be using condoms when we’re together. I want skin against skin when I’m inside you.”
“You had yourself tested so we could fuck without condoms?”
“Well, I didn’t put it that way in the doctor’s office, but yes.”
“Thank you, Clay. That was very considerate of you.”
“Purely selfish on my part. You keep saying you want to suck my cock and have me fuck you. I want the same things. I want to lick and finger you until you come for me. Then I want to do it again.”
“I hope this isn’t a mistake,” she whispered.
“You’ve trusted me all these years. Trust me on this one. At least until we have a chance to test things out.”
“Test things out, that’s an interesting perspective.”
“One I’ll lose sleep over,” he teased.
“If I were there with you, I’d make you tired,” Dana whispered. “Good night, Clay.”
“Good night, Dana.”
He thought he would spend a long, sleepless night after his call. Instead the realization struck him firmly. Dana was a woman, not a kid as he continued to refer to her. In reality, she’d grown up. At twenty-six, he had to accept she wasn’t a shy, wilting virgin. She was all grown up, a full-blooded woman with needs and wants. He laughed at the irony of the situation. All along she’d tried to tell him she had preferences outside the norm of most people’s idea of sex. It wasn’t that she was afraid of sex, she was afraid of telling him what she needed to get off. Obviously, she decided she was outside the norm, now he had to wonder just how far and in what direction.
Clay’s cock throbbed, and he didn’t hesitate to drop his hand and grasp it firmly. He stroked it back and forth, going over their conversation. He came on his belly, picturing her draped over his lap, her butt cheeks red from his hand.
He had drifted off to sleep quickly, physically sated but emotionally on full tilt.
After hanging up the phone, she searched the bed for her dildo. She’d been fantasizing it was Clay’s cock in her pussy when the phone rang. She got so flustered she’d tossed it aside, as if he could see her using it. Dana laughed and found it under the blanket. She sucked the tip and pushed it back in her pussy, using her hands to pinch her nipples. With the slightest movement of her hips the toy would shift inside her. She came with her eyes closed, imagining it was Clay’s cock moving inside her.
Dana couldn’t get past the idea that he actually went and had a physical so they wouldn’t need to use condoms. The idea got her hot again, and she slid the toy inside her a few more times before pulling it out and slipping it in her anus. She rolled onto her side and used her hand to rub her clit, finally pushing two fingers in her pussy. With her fingers in her pussy and the dildo in her butt, she tried to imagine being laid out over Clay’s lap, her ass cheeks red from his hand. Dana pushed her fingers deeper inside her and used the image of Clay spanking her that way to come again. Only it was his cock in her ass and a toy in her pussy she imagined.
She had flashes of images of how they might make love, but her more vivid ones weren’t soft and romantic, they were hard and hot, fucking to make each other come until they were drained.
The next morning Dana went shopping with Gavin and Harry, picking out items she wanted to insinuate into her sex life. With the two men beside her she didn’t let embarrassment stop her from choosing the perfect items. They stopped at a packaging store where she had them shipped directly to Clay. He should get his surprise package before she got home. Meeting him at the airport would be interesting, to say the least.
Dana included a short note, hoping it was clear.
C,
I’m trusting you with my secret needs.
Can you handle my unconventional ways?
Just remember these items work for both of us.
D
Back at the shoot, none of them mentioned the shopping trip again, although she couldn’t believe she’d actually sent Clay the items. She’d have loved to see his face when he opened it. Would it be shock and horror, or interest? Clay’s care package included silk scarves along with several lengths of silk-corded roping. There were several different sized and shaped dildos, lubricant, a cock ring, and a latex cock masturbator. Her favorite was the cat o’ nine tales in smooth, soft leather where the handle doubled as a vibrator.
There was no going back now. Best-case scenario if he didn’t want her and her toys, she’d claim it was a joke. Dana hoped he was man enough to explore her in all ways, with her toys and without. Would he be surprised to find out that while she’d be submissive most of the time, on occasion she’d want to be dominant? Would he let her take charge of him completely in such an intimate way? Time would tell. Suddenly she was tired of all the pretending and inane games. Dana was a woman with needs. Now, Clay would have a rough idea of how she wanted to play. She knew by the time she got home the decision would be made. Until then, she’d focus on work and not try to predict his reactions.
Chapter Thirteen
Settled into her seat, Dana accepted only sparkling water during the flight. Her transfer had gone smoothly, surprising her. The large manila envelope stared at her from the outer pocket of her bag, tucked under the seat in front of her. The seat next to her was empty. Closing her eyes, she thought back over the week. She had made her choice to trust Clay. He’d probably gotten her care package yesterday, but she hadn’t heard from him. That could go with her or against her. Either he was totally surprised at its contents or so shocked he didn’t have words to tell her to get lost. Either way, she was happy with her decision. Her secret was now information he’d have to deal with. She would have loved to see his reaction, to see if he got hard, and to see his facial reaction. Still, she knew it was probably better to give him a bit of time to come to terms with her gifts.
Gavin had been the one who brought it to her attention the moment he saw her. “Darling, you’ve changed.” He held her at arm’s length then started to smile. “By God, girl, it’s happened. You’re in love!” Her longtime friend had swept her off her feet, hugging her tightly. “Tell me, who is he? What does he look like?” The questions had been too many to answer.
At first, she denied them, but Gavin wore her down during the shoot. She had known him for years, trusted him to guide her where her career was concerned, and had enjoyed his friendship. His partner, Harry, was a good friend too. They always traveled together. Where Gavin went, Harry went. He had nothing to do with the photographs; he was simply there to support his partner.
Dana had found them open and caring. Over the years she chose to spend as much time with them both as she could, whenever she could. They were the reason she ultimately took this job. These two men were the only other people who knew about her penchant for leather, toys, and bondage. Over the years as her preferences developed, they’d been a part of her evolution, nonjudgmental and educational when she had questions and nowhere to find the answers. They helped her accept her erotic side without embarrassment and to make clear choices with partners.
Now, holding the sealed envelope Gavin handed her just before her car left for the airport, he had whispered, “Don’t open it unless you’re willing to accept what’s inside.” His cryptic message had haunted her for the first short flight, forcing her to think about her life.
Walker had been a mistake on many fronts. He wanted to further his career, she knew, and being seen with her hadn’t hurt. He had been kind and understanding about her inability to take their relationship to another level in the beginning. Though he had made a mess of it in the end, she had to accept responsibility for that, too.
She had tried to be with him, tried to make love with him, yet still she hadn’t been able to. Every time he touched her, she froze. An image of C
lay Hollister was always in the back of her mind. That image always made her feel like she was cheating on him somehow. After seeing Clay in Denver, she had allowed Walker to take her to bed. The disastrous attempts after that had left her hollow and frustrated. Knowing she couldn’t have who she really wanted, it would be easier to not want anyone. Then she’d decided not to live that way. She’d started broadening her knowledge on love, sex and all associated subjects. Trusting Walker with her desire for a light bondage experience was the worst mistake.
They had different visions of what light bondage entailed, especially who was in charge and when the game started and ended. That had been the problem. He assumed she’d continue to be submissive twenty-four-seven, when she wanted the experience for an occasional evening. The harder she tried to break away from him, the more demonstrative he became. Then he started to threaten her, blackmailing her to continue their roles.
She smiled as she remembered the moment she took charge, changing their positions, supposedly to enlighten him to her perspective. Dana knew the moment she’d stepped into character that she wanted the power over Walker her dominant position allowed. She never dreamed he’d fall into the submissive role so quickly and without a second thought. By the end of their night of role reversal, he accepted he’d found his submissive role appealing, too appealing. He’d asked for things she’d never have thought of, following through with his wishes, using the leather whip he’d provided on his skin with great relish. Each lash was a memory she let go. Dana found his appeals for a more degrading evening beyond her comfort zone.
She’d been more than willing to tie his hands behind his back, to make him crawl to her and lick her pussy and anus. What she realized was through all their times when she was submissive, he was really wanting the position for himself. He was quick to tell her how she might use their toys on him, how humiliating it would be to suck the plastic cock before she pushed it up his butt. She drew the line when he wanted her to draw blood from the whippings. She’d stopped the encounter when he gave her access to a box of items he’d hidden away. The ball gag and leather masks were too much her, but apparently not for Walker. She’d never seen his cock so hard, and decided to use it to her advantage, riding him until she couldn’t orgasm another time. She hadn’t let him come, a part of the game he told her was necessary for his enjoyment.
When it was over, she’d felt dirty in a way she had never felt before. This wasn’t two people playing a role for a few hours, this was the lifestyle he wanted to continue permanently. When he’d asked her to marry him and remain his mistress forever, she knew she had her out. She mentioned in passing that she’d videotaped their session, something she never would have dreamed of doing, until she found the tapes of their reverse sessions she’d never known about.
When she was sure she had the home movies of their three encounters, she destroyed them immediately, in front of him. But she took the movie she made with her. In the end, they decided to part without repercussions, especially since she had the photographic proof of his submissive side, begging for more.
She’d spent a long time going over their relationship and finally decided with the right person, it could be fun for an occasional evening, but to live the part daily wasn’t in her being. She’d also come to realize substituting Walker for Clay had been a mistake, as using any other man to fulfill her fantasies would be. Her heart’s desire was for Clay to be dominant with her, and no other man would make the experience real for her.
“God, I’m so stupid,” she realized. For all her knowledge and schooling, the simplicity of it had eluded her for so long. It was Clay who gave her that strange feeling. Just thinking about him made her warm and fuzzy. That was bad enough, but when she was with him, close to him, touching him, she wanted more. Fear kept her from acting on it. Fear made her pull back, anxious Clay would be disappointed with her inexperience. Now she knew she had been wrong. It was Clay she had been holding out for. Clay was the one man who truly made her feel, and Dana wanted to feel. She wanted it all from Clay, only Clay. Relief washed over her with the revelation.
Pulling open the flap of the envelope, Dana glanced around her to make sure no one was watching as she slipped the stack of photos from their covering. The first page was a blank sheet of photo paper, Gavin’s sprawling handwriting covering the page.
Darling Dana,
The camera never lies; don’t look any further unless you’re willing to accept the truth. Congratulations, I hope he treats you right, youdeserve only the best.
Love, Gavin
In the bottom corner there was a P.S. Dana, I hope he’s hung like a horse! Enjoy. Harry.
Laughter bubbled up in her chest as she reread the note several times before stripping off the cover sheet. At a glance Dana saw they were a group of candids shot while they were doing the initial setup for the shoot. She hadn’t gone into hair and makeup yet, instead, she stood on the beach, a large straw hat covering her head. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit with an oversized man-tailored shirt pulled over it, hiding her from the sun. She knew photos were being taken, that was why she was there, but these weren’t meant for any publication, just adjustments.
Gavin had captured her when she was thinking beyond the work. A small smile had formed on her lips. There was a gleam in her eyes. Was this what she looked like to other people? Was it so evident to anyone who chose to look? The rest of the shots were similar candids taken thought the week, each with that same dreamy look about her. Harry teased her that she was glowing. Gavin had spotted it immediately. How could she have missed it?
The last of the stack was one from the shoot, and even full hair and makeup couldn’t hide that sparkle in her eye. It was a serious portrait, one of the last taken before they wrapped. She knew she had been tired by then, but she also knew it was taken the day after Clay’s phone call. He loved her, was waiting for her.
With that, Dana knew what she had to do. First, she had to set Linda Cole straight, and then she had to talk to Clay. If he understood about her past, her eccentricities, maybe it would be different. Hadn’t he told her he felt her responses when she was in his arms? “I’m twenty-six,” she said aloud. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s time I let my life get started.”
The passing flight attendant paused by her seat, asking if she needed something. “No, thank you. How long before we land?”
“Less than an hour.”
“Thanks.” She turned back to the window, staring off into the clouds, visions of Clay Hollister lying beside her filling her head.
Waiting was never one of Clay’s strengths. Sunday morning when the knock came on his front door it was just after eight. He had glanced out the second-story side window to see whose vehicle was parked outside. It took only a few seconds to realize it was the white sedan Linda Cole drove. Backing away from the window, Clay sat on the unused bed, drying his hair with the towel.
He did not need a confrontation with her now. She was insignificant compared to the new information Dana had given him. Every time he thought about the items in the package he got from her yesterday, he got hard. He’d laid them all out on his bed, inspecting each item, weighing it in his hands, visualizing how he’d use them with her. Since yesterday when he’d opened the box, he’d jerked off four times, and knew the possibilities were endless with Dana willing to let him experiment.
He also accepted the cock ring and soft plastic masturbator were for his use at her whim. Clay decided he had nothing to lose giving Dana her fantasies. After all, sending him these items meant she was willing to trust him with her unconventional ways. His only question for her would be how far she would let him go and how far he was willing to let her go with their game if she was in charge. Time would tell. She’d opened a doorway, and he’d walk through it with her.
Hell, he decided, he’d be unconventional if it made Dana hot and horny. He grasped his cock automatically until he heard a noise downstairs and remembered he wasn’t alone.
The kno
ck had come again just after he finished shaving. He had first thought to bound down the stairs and answer the door, but something had held him back. Now he was thankful he hadn’t opened it. Rationalizing both his old pickup and the Corvette were parked in the driveway, he wondered how long it would take Linda to give up and leave.
Quietly, he left the guest room, heading to the master bedroom. There he dressed quickly, not wanting to be naked just now. As he pulled on his boots, he couldn’t remember if he had locked the outer door last night. At the same time, he heard the knob twisting several times. Holding his breath during several more attempts and several loud knocks, he released the pent-up air when he knew she couldn’t get in. Next, he gathered up the items from Dana’s package and hid them in the back of a storage closet just in case anyone stopped by unannounced as Linda had today. He also didn’t want them left out if someone, like Linda, decided to overstep the locked doors and rummage through his home. He decided then he was going to have the whole house alarmed.
Clay sat on the foot of his bed, waiting for Linda Cole to get in her car and leave. And sat, and sat. After nine thirty, she finally did return to the vehicle. He hadn’t ventured beyond the kitchen hallway, glancing out to find her pacing on his screened porch. He knew he would have to leave for the airport within an hour if he wanted to take a leisurely drive. Clay also wanted to make himself some coffee and breakfast before he left. Both options were out of the question with her pacing just a few yards away.
Back upstairs, he wondered what to do. Hearing a car door slam, he ventured to the guest room once more, watching as she took something from her car. A long time later she returned with the paper in her hand. He heard the screen door slam once, then again. With utter relief, he watched her slide behind the wheel and reverse out of his driveway.
Clay waited as long as he could before leaving the house. Silly as it seemed, he was afraid she might be waiting up the road. Taking a last glimpse around the kitchen and living room to see that everything was in place, he headed out to the pickup. He didn’t quite run, but it was a fast walk until he was behind the wheel, reversing out onto the road. In his hand, still unread, was a note from Linda. He had found it lying on top of his Sunday paper on the screen porch. He chose not to read it, tossing it on the seat next to him instead.