dakota_trace_his_christmas_gift_myrnas by dakota trace Page A

She had a vague thought about the bedding which would surely be
soaked, but was so lost to her pleasure, she refused to care. It rolled over
her in harsh jerking waves, battering her body until she wasn’t sure who or
where she was. A long drawn out wail of agonizing ecstasy heralded the end of
the torturous pleasure.
    When the seemingly endless climax finally subsided,
she collapsed against the bedding, her breathing ragged. Oh God, I haven’t
come like that in years. Rolling over, she pushed the duvet and sheets away
from her body. As she stumbled from the bed, a cool breeze teased her flesh and
she shivered. Where’s my nightgown? Standing on still trembling legs,
she raked her fingers through her loose hair. Loose hair? She never wore her
hair loose while she slept.
    At first she was confused, but instantly the memories
of the previous day came flooding back. Trying to sneak out of the house before
Amery arrived, sitting in his car wrestling with herself, deciding to go into
the club. Confronting her need to please Amery and staying for the Founder’s
meeting which had turned into an orgy had been difficult but oh-so arousing.
Then he’d brought her back home before leaving her with explicit instructions
for the night: no nightgown, hair undone, and absolutely no masturbation. She
chewed on her lip. “Two out of three ain’t bad.” Surely Amery wouldn’t hold her
involuntary climax against her. She had gone to bed, never expecting to have a
dream so vivid or hot that she’d break her promise. Giving a heavy sigh, she
went to the linen closet. She was going to have to change her bedding before
she’d be able to go back to bed.
    * * * *
    “Did you sleep in the nude with your hair loose,
Myrna?” Amery’s breath tickled her ear as he held out the jacket for her.
Slipping into it, Myrna savored the scent of him. They were standing in the
front hall, next to the coat closet, with the weak morning light just starting
to pour through the windows. It was still early – a bit before seven, but
considering they had tickets for an eastbound train to Dublin at nine that was
to be expected. Outside, she could hear the gentle rumble of Amery’s car in the
drive.
    She nodded as his fingers pulled her braid out from
under her collar.
    “And how did it feel?”
    Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to think of an
appropriate answer.
    “This isn’t a test - there are no right or wrong
answers.” His voice was gentle as he turned her to face him.
    “I…I’m not used to sleeping without clothing, so it
was a bit…disturbing.”
    He finished buttoning her coat. “Disturbing in a good
way?”
    She nodded, smiled, then followed him out of the
house. Stopping on the stoop, she watched as he checked the locks before
offering her his arm. Letting him lead her down the walk to his idling car, his
concern touched her. After he tucked her into the car, they were off to the
Killarny Station near the center of town.
    They spoke of inconsequential things along the way.
The weather, if she’d finished her Christmas shopping yet, even their plan of
attack when they finally met Mr. Spurnman. Watching the wind blow around the
snow, she waited for him to ask her about his third stipulation, but amazingly
it never came up. He seemed to have forgotten about telling her not to
masturbate. She certainly wasn’t going to willingly admit she had so little
control over her body that she climaxed in her sleep. She was lulled into a
state of ease.
    Once they arrived at the station, Amery parked his
car in the short term parking lot. She watched through the slowly falling snow
gathering on the window. He went to the rear of the car, and grabbed his
briefcase before opening her door. Taking his arm, she allowed him to guide her
over the walk and towards the station.
    Inside the station, he led her over to the small
bistro. The smells of crisp bacon and fresh squeezed juice teased her nostrils.
The breakfast Amery had promised had her stomach