the woman in the other room.
With Alan, there was never any question of who was in charge when it came to lovemaking or when it came to their lifestyle. Alan wanted Richard to be his master. Sometimes, Alan would initiate sex with a touch or a look, a kiss or a caress. But he never demanded.
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Richard didn’t honestly know if Alan had it in him to demand anything of his master.
Molly could and would make her own demands. As much as she seemed to get off on being dominated by him, she wasn’t a sub by nature. And that was fine because he wasn’t a Dom by nature, either.
The same psychology worked for them both. The relative roles turned them on, aroused them, and added an extra edge to already spectacular sex.
A photo flashed on the screen and Richard did a double-take. He turned up the volume even as his eyes focused and he realized that, despite his first gut reaction, the woman whose picture lit up the screen was not Molly.
“… Virginia Townsend, aged twenty-five, of Listowel Avenue was last seen Friday night at a bar in the East End called Hog Heaven.
Anyone having any information as to the whereabouts of Virginia is asked to contact city police, at Precinct Six. In other news this afternoon …”
Richard turned off the television. Restless, he got up and paced the room. Why did he feel a shiver go through him when he saw that woman’s picture? For just a bare second, he’d thought he saw Molly’s face looking out at him from the television. That woman, Virginia, could have been Molly’s younger sister, except she didn’t have quite the same intelligence in her eyes or quite the same level of confidence on her face.
His sense of disquiet remained. Richard pushed it back, then turned as Molly came into the room. Her duffel bag looked crammed to the max.
“Is it because I demanded? I’m a sub and I’m not supposed to demand, am I?”
Her face no longer wore her pout or defiance. In their place he saw curiosity. Richard walked over to her, stroked his finger down her face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
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“Partially. It’s also called delayed gratification. And besides, although there will be times when I’ll enjoy you all to myself—as Alan will—I find I’m in the mood for the three of us to indulge in water sports.”
“All right, then.” Molly smiled and then stretched up and placed a kiss on his lips. “I forwarded my land line to my cell phone.”
“Good thinking. Do you have everything you need?”
“Not yet. But you’ve promised water sports.” Richard laughed. “So I did. Well let’s get to it. I want you wet and wild.”
“What a coincidence. I want me that way too.”
* * * *
Molly tilted her head to the side to study the man who’d been the beginning and end of her sexual fantasies since she’d understood what the term meant. Looking totally relaxed, he lay beside her, naked, with his head on an inflated plastic pillow while the hot water bubbled around them.
When he’d left her alone in her bedroom, naked and needy, she sensed that she’d done something wrong, made some mistake.
Clearly, he’d denied her what she wanted—what they’d both wanted if the firmness of the erection under her could be any indication. And when she joined him in the living room, she sensed that something wasn’t quite right with him.
Molly leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She hated second-guessing herself in any situation. Maybe she should just turn off her thoughts and simply be . She could relax, enjoy the here and the now. She could let the hot water do its work.
“You wonderful people read my mind,” Alan said as he entered the bathroom and began stripping.
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“I figured that if you spent time with Mrs. Shrewish-Witchy that you’d be in desperate need of hydrotherapy when you got home.” Richard said.
Molly laughed. Richard called Alan’s cell phone when they left her apartment and left the
With Alan, there was never any question of who was in charge when it came to lovemaking or when it came to their lifestyle. Alan wanted Richard to be his master. Sometimes, Alan would initiate sex with a touch or a look, a kiss or a caress. But he never demanded.
90
Morgan Ashbury
Richard didn’t honestly know if Alan had it in him to demand anything of his master.
Molly could and would make her own demands. As much as she seemed to get off on being dominated by him, she wasn’t a sub by nature. And that was fine because he wasn’t a Dom by nature, either.
The same psychology worked for them both. The relative roles turned them on, aroused them, and added an extra edge to already spectacular sex.
A photo flashed on the screen and Richard did a double-take. He turned up the volume even as his eyes focused and he realized that, despite his first gut reaction, the woman whose picture lit up the screen was not Molly.
“… Virginia Townsend, aged twenty-five, of Listowel Avenue was last seen Friday night at a bar in the East End called Hog Heaven.
Anyone having any information as to the whereabouts of Virginia is asked to contact city police, at Precinct Six. In other news this afternoon …”
Richard turned off the television. Restless, he got up and paced the room. Why did he feel a shiver go through him when he saw that woman’s picture? For just a bare second, he’d thought he saw Molly’s face looking out at him from the television. That woman, Virginia, could have been Molly’s younger sister, except she didn’t have quite the same intelligence in her eyes or quite the same level of confidence on her face.
His sense of disquiet remained. Richard pushed it back, then turned as Molly came into the room. Her duffel bag looked crammed to the max.
“Is it because I demanded? I’m a sub and I’m not supposed to demand, am I?”
Her face no longer wore her pout or defiance. In their place he saw curiosity. Richard walked over to her, stroked his finger down her face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
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91
“Partially. It’s also called delayed gratification. And besides, although there will be times when I’ll enjoy you all to myself—as Alan will—I find I’m in the mood for the three of us to indulge in water sports.”
“All right, then.” Molly smiled and then stretched up and placed a kiss on his lips. “I forwarded my land line to my cell phone.”
“Good thinking. Do you have everything you need?”
“Not yet. But you’ve promised water sports.” Richard laughed. “So I did. Well let’s get to it. I want you wet and wild.”
“What a coincidence. I want me that way too.”
* * * *
Molly tilted her head to the side to study the man who’d been the beginning and end of her sexual fantasies since she’d understood what the term meant. Looking totally relaxed, he lay beside her, naked, with his head on an inflated plastic pillow while the hot water bubbled around them.
When he’d left her alone in her bedroom, naked and needy, she sensed that she’d done something wrong, made some mistake.
Clearly, he’d denied her what she wanted—what they’d both wanted if the firmness of the erection under her could be any indication. And when she joined him in the living room, she sensed that something wasn’t quite right with him.
Molly leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She hated second-guessing herself in any situation. Maybe she should just turn off her thoughts and simply be . She could relax, enjoy the here and the now. She could let the hot water do its work.
“You wonderful people read my mind,” Alan said as he entered the bathroom and began stripping.
92
Morgan Ashbury
“I figured that if you spent time with Mrs. Shrewish-Witchy that you’d be in desperate need of hydrotherapy when you got home.” Richard said.
Molly laughed. Richard called Alan’s cell phone when they left her apartment and left the
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