her soul, satisfied her need to submit
and gave her incredible sex to boot.
And
thinking of John, she picked up her mobile and pressed speed dial.
It rang
once then John’s voice asked, “Well?”
“I am
actually, very well. How about you?”
“Horny as hell and needing you naked under me.”
“I’m so
glad.”
“Of what? That I’m horny and in need?”
She had to
chuckle. “Yes, to be truthful, there’s nothing like knowing you fancy me to
boost my ego.”
“Sounds as though your bottom needs a good boost, Ellen. I so itch to warm up your arse until it’s all a lovely
pink.”
She
wouldn’t mind if he did. “What shade of pink? Soft baby pink? A rosy hue or bright red?”
She heard
his breathing as he paused and she waited. Had she gone a wee bit too far? She
didn’t think so. He liked her sauciness. Gave him a good
excuse to punish her. No, he was mulling over his reply, picking words
to arouse and excite her the most.
“I think,
my lovely submissive,” he said at last, “I’ll settle for nice and rosy. Just
color you up with my hand—on your bare bottom of course. I want it warm to the
touch and just pink enough to contrast nicely with the marks of my belt.”
As he
paused, she exhaled. She hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath but she
had, and now she was panting.
“How many
stripes of the belt do you want?”
Ellen took
a slow breath. Or tried to. “That would be for you to
decide,” she replied. “Whatever you want to give, I’ll be happy to take.” Dear
heaven, this felt so good and, darn, she was creaming between her legs.
“Oh, you
most certainly will be, my love. Very, very happy. Especially when I bugger you and let you come.”
He wasn’t
kidding! “I miss you!”
“You’re
supposed to. Just think, you could be here with me, naked, on your knees,
sucking my cock; instead you’re off gallivanting all over Europe.” Not exactly
gallivanting and John knew it. Paris had been work. So would be Brussels. Okay,
the weekend in between, in Lille, she was spending with a friend from her
student days, but she hadn’t seen Eloise in five years. It was time to reforge their friendship. “Just think, Ellen, instead of
having you tied to my bed while I decide what sweet torture to impose on your
luscious body, I will have to content myself with watching that last video we
made. Remember? When I tied you to my whipping frame and gave you a thorough
flogging?”
Did she indeed! “Yes, I remember.” Wasn’t
likely to forget either. The scene they played had been scorching hot,
but when she’d watched the video with John, she’d been horrified how fat her
bottom looked. She’d resolved to go on a diet before the next video session.
“I thought
you might,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It won’t be the same
without you.”
True.
“It’s only just over a week, John.” Would she last that long with phone calls
like this every day?
“I’ll be
waiting and, by the way, I have a surprise for you. Bought it
this afternoon.”
“What is it?”
“Shan’t tell you. Wouldn’t be a surprise if I did, would it? I’ll tell you one
thing though—it will involve you taking your clothes off.”
Just like
a good chunk of the time they spent together. John had a fetish for nudity, her
nudity at least. “Goodbye.” Best end this before she started panting aloud.
There were other people in the carriage.
“’Bye, my love.”
She had an
hour to Lille. Time enough to compose herself. She
hoped.
* * * * *
John
snapped his phone shut and closed his palm around it, as if holding the damn
phone brought her closer. Crikey ! He had it bad,
longed for her, needed her and, hell, wanted her, here, right now. But he knew
better than to hold her too close. Ellen had had a life before he found her.
She had old friends, as did he, work contacts and family. He hated to share her
but that was the reality of loving someone. And dammit, he loved Ellen
and gave her incredible sex to boot.
And
thinking of John, she picked up her mobile and pressed speed dial.
It rang
once then John’s voice asked, “Well?”
“I am
actually, very well. How about you?”
“Horny as hell and needing you naked under me.”
“I’m so
glad.”
“Of what? That I’m horny and in need?”
She had to
chuckle. “Yes, to be truthful, there’s nothing like knowing you fancy me to
boost my ego.”
“Sounds as though your bottom needs a good boost, Ellen. I so itch to warm up your arse until it’s all a lovely
pink.”
She
wouldn’t mind if he did. “What shade of pink? Soft baby pink? A rosy hue or bright red?”
She heard
his breathing as he paused and she waited. Had she gone a wee bit too far? She
didn’t think so. He liked her sauciness. Gave him a good
excuse to punish her. No, he was mulling over his reply, picking words
to arouse and excite her the most.
“I think,
my lovely submissive,” he said at last, “I’ll settle for nice and rosy. Just
color you up with my hand—on your bare bottom of course. I want it warm to the
touch and just pink enough to contrast nicely with the marks of my belt.”
As he
paused, she exhaled. She hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath but she
had, and now she was panting.
“How many
stripes of the belt do you want?”
Ellen took
a slow breath. Or tried to. “That would be for you to
decide,” she replied. “Whatever you want to give, I’ll be happy to take.” Dear
heaven, this felt so good and, darn, she was creaming between her legs.
“Oh, you
most certainly will be, my love. Very, very happy. Especially when I bugger you and let you come.”
He wasn’t
kidding! “I miss you!”
“You’re
supposed to. Just think, you could be here with me, naked, on your knees,
sucking my cock; instead you’re off gallivanting all over Europe.” Not exactly
gallivanting and John knew it. Paris had been work. So would be Brussels. Okay,
the weekend in between, in Lille, she was spending with a friend from her
student days, but she hadn’t seen Eloise in five years. It was time to reforge their friendship. “Just think, Ellen, instead of
having you tied to my bed while I decide what sweet torture to impose on your
luscious body, I will have to content myself with watching that last video we
made. Remember? When I tied you to my whipping frame and gave you a thorough
flogging?”
Did she indeed! “Yes, I remember.” Wasn’t
likely to forget either. The scene they played had been scorching hot,
but when she’d watched the video with John, she’d been horrified how fat her
bottom looked. She’d resolved to go on a diet before the next video session.
“I thought
you might,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It won’t be the same
without you.”
True.
“It’s only just over a week, John.” Would she last that long with phone calls
like this every day?
“I’ll be
waiting and, by the way, I have a surprise for you. Bought it
this afternoon.”
“What is it?”
“Shan’t tell you. Wouldn’t be a surprise if I did, would it? I’ll tell you one
thing though—it will involve you taking your clothes off.”
Just like
a good chunk of the time they spent together. John had a fetish for nudity, her
nudity at least. “Goodbye.” Best end this before she started panting aloud.
There were other people in the carriage.
“’Bye, my love.”
She had an
hour to Lille. Time enough to compose herself. She
hoped.
* * * * *
John
snapped his phone shut and closed his palm around it, as if holding the damn
phone brought her closer. Crikey ! He had it bad,
longed for her, needed her and, hell, wanted her, here, right now. But he knew
better than to hold her too close. Ellen had had a life before he found her.
She had old friends, as did he, work contacts and family. He hated to share her
but that was the reality of loving someone. And dammit, he loved Ellen
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