More Lessons for Laura Page 3

  As I need them? What did that mean?

  “Well – it would be helpful if I at least had a date.”

  “I will give you the information when you need it.”

  “You just expect me to be available whenever you…”

  I could feel the impact of my sarcastic tone as her arm tensed. Her look indicated I had best let it go. We arrived back at the bookstore, and the subject was not brought up again by either of us. I was so curious it was all I could think about until she announced later that evening she would be leaving the following morning.

  A bit of warning would have been nice. The angry words remained safely in my head. After almost three months of her undivided attention she was just leaving… in the morning.

  Knowing that one of my biggest flaws was letting my displeasure show, I tried very hard to avoid the entire situation by turning my attention elsewhere. I finally looked up from my distracted and unnecessary tasks to her studying my silent rage. I had gotten very good at having an entire argument with myself only to have her win it in the long run with a single word or gesture. Reading my mind was one of her most fascinating and frustrating skills. She would almost start conversations in the middle of my thoughts as if answering me.

  I struggled to hold tightly to my independence while at the same time give her all the dependence she required. It was a skillful balancing act, but one I was starting to get pretty good at; or at least I thought I was.

  “Come here, Laura.”

  My hesitation was brief but long enough to make her take in an irritated breath. Once I was standing in front of her, she spoke.

  “I feel like I give you sufficient time to comply with all of my requirements. You should be able to adjust quicker and not have this attitude each time things do not go as you wish them to.”

  “You consider a day’s notice sufficient time?” I blurted, my frustration and disappointment getting the better of my sense and causing me to speak my mind regardless of the penalty.

  “I consider an hour’s notice sufficient time. You should by now be willing to accept change very rapidly.”

  “Well, I don’t consider less than a day…”

  “Be very careful, Laura.”

  My eyes darted to hers and I was reminded of her expectations very quickly. I took in a deep breath of my own, trying to control my tone and demeanor.

  “You can’t just show up when you want and then leave without… ”

  “That is where you are mistaken, my dear.” She stopped me cold with both her words and a disapproving look. “Your life is no longer your own. If that is not what you want, then you need to make that choice right now; but if you intend to have a life with me, you will not question my decisions.”

  “Exactly what do you expect?”

  “You know what I expect.”

  Her eyes penetrated the part of me that wanted nothing more than to make her happy. That determined expression was impossible to resist.

  “I have made all the concessions I am willing to make. I respect your attachment to the bookstore. Therefore, it is up to you to make this work. I could require you to accompany me when I have to be away. If you display this unhappiness every time I leave, I will be forced to correct the situation.”

  “What would you like me to do?” I knew in my heart I eventually would have to make a very tough choice.

  “I strongly suggest you work that out while I am gone this time.”

  I was fighting back the tears, not sure my emotions could be held, but I needed to try.

  She moved in close and wrapped me in her arms, comforting my awareness that is wouldn’t be an easy choice. I felt her heart beat against me as I thought about what a life with her might be like. Complete submission to her was both intriguing and terrifying at the same time. Was I nuts? Was that even what I wanted? Did I want to be controlled by her or anyone for that matter? Sometimes I felt like I was only to serve her, catering to her every need and wish; and sometimes I was her lover, feeling her penetrate the deepest parts of my body and mind, caressing my secret desires. She expected perfection in everything I was, but I was sure my imperfections were what fascinated her most. I just wanted her to stay and was willing to do almost anything to assure she did.

  Strong conflicting emotions blended with pure lust just beneath my skin. I needed her to take control of my madness, to teach me the things I had no choice in. I needed to accept that she would demand what she wanted from me and I would know where I belonged. I wanted her to take all she craved and leave me breathless and marked as her possession, leaving a lasting reminder of her presence whether physical or not.

  When my eyes opened the next morning she was gone but I did not fell emptiness or abandonment this time. She remained in me. My heart and my head followed her wishes and her demands even without her words.

  Our weekly phone conversations reinforced her domination over me. I felt her touch as I caressed my own humid skin and ran my fingers across my plump clit and nipples aroused into full erection simply by her voice. She wanted me to explain to her what they felt like and why they were so naughty as to be aroused when she wasn’t even there.

  “Dip you fingers in and tell me how wet you are.”

  “I’m dripping wet for you.” My excitement grew as I heard her intake of breath.

  “Now tell me how hot you are.”

  I pushed in deep to feel the heat, then pulled my slippery finger up to my throbbing swollen clit and rubbed over it with just enough pressure to make me moan softly into the phone.

  “I don’t believe I asked you to do anything other than tell me how hot you are. That didn’t sound like you were following instructions.”

  “I am so hot,” I whispered, as I continued to stir my growing desire while pleading with my own control not to reveal my naughty hand. She loved to bring me to the edge of madness and then make me stop completely. I knew before she ever called that night I would not be able to stop again and was willing to suffer the consequences.

  “Taste it for me Laura. Are you as delicious as when I touch you?”

  “Yes… I mean, no… I don’t… know.” My desire to finish what she started took over. “Please don’t make me stop tonight. I need to feel you. I need you inside me. I want you so badly.” My head was tossed back deep in the pillow and my hips raised to meet my own frantic fingers plunging deeply then furiously rubbing my clit, and then pushing in again as my body responded to her voice.

  “Fuck yourself for me, that’s it – push deeper, feel me inside you. Feel me fucking you. Push, Laura. Push deeper and hold me there – hold me.”

  I obeyed every word like she was sitting in the chair across from me watching. I squeezed my own fingers so tightly a flood of hot cum washed out past my hand, soaking my ass and the sheet beneath me. The sounds of my deep pleasure filled the darkened room.

  “Good girl, Laura, that’s it. Now push me out.”

  I groaned, knowing she wasn’t physically there, but I felt her wash out of me just the same. My mouth pressed against the phone so she could hear my breath in her ear as I recovered. My wet hand lay resting on the pulse now slowing to a peaceful contentment. She wished me a soft good night as I drifted off to begin waiting for her next call.

  “Good night, Laura.”

  “Good night, Sydney.”

  ~~~ 4 ~~~

  I spent entirely too much time alone, wondering where she was and if she had another woman serving her insatiable desire for control. I drove myself crazy with jealousy, thinking of her making someone else feel the way she did me. I drifted between rage and desire. Her absences made it increasingly harder to fight the hunger she had left behind. Without her, I felt uncertain of my place with her. It seemed far too easy for her to just leave with no explanation other than work.

  Hiring someone to help with the bookstore became a priority so that I would be able to give her the time and attention she required. I was certain if I made myself more available to her, she wouldn’t need to loo
k elsewhere. My desire to serve her was growing stronger and my need to be with her drove not only my body but my mind.

  My probing questions during our weekly phone conversations did not produce the answers I was searching for. Instead, they annoyed her, and she managed my behavior even over the phone. I found my punishment in her tone as her words warned against my persistence, leaving me even more convinced the nagging burn in my heart was proof she would never be completely mine. I counted the days and dreaded the nights. My dreams were full of the pleasures she had introduced me to, and when awake it was all I could do to keep from running my fingers through the constant state of wetness between my legs. Reminders planted skillfully in my subconscious prevented me from disobeying her, even though I knew there was no way she would ever know what I did or didn’t do while she was away.

  Lesson Four

  Several candidates applied, and I finally decided on Alison Reynolds. She was ambitious, outgoing, and willing to work for almost nothing, which was exactly what I could afford. I had less than a month to make sure she was capable of running the bookstore on her own. After only a week, I knew positively she was the right person. She was outgoing and warm and truly loved the idea of being surrounded by the books, especially the classics. After spending time to get to know her better, I was convinced we’d been separated at birth.

  Time for Sydney’s return grew closer. Just a few days, and then we would be going to the event she had mentioned but still not given any details of. I wasn’t sure if I was more excited to have her back or to find out where she really worked. I had no idea what I should pack. When I asked in our last phone conversation, she simply said, “It really doesn’t matter.”

  How could it not matter? What type of event was it? Was it professional or casual? Would we be going out to dinner? Do I need to dress up or not dress at all? I laughed at the thought, but knew anything was possible with this woman. I was accustomed to her very specific requirements of how I dressed, right down to the provocative undergarments she sent through the mail when she was away. She adored the surprise ambush, and I was to always be ready for her. I decided to pack a little bit of everything.

  The largest suitcase I owned sat by the door, waiting much more patiently than I was. Alison followed my nervous pace as I gave her last minute instructions and rechecked every detail of her understanding. I made sure she had Mr. Garrett’s phone number and was clear on all the procedures for running the bookstore on her own.

  “I know, Laura. If I need anything, call you. If anything happens, call you. I’ll be fine; just go and have fun.” Her smile and confidence reassured me that I might just be able to do that.

  The sound of her boots across the floor caught my breath. My heart pounded and my eyes instantly closed to wait for her touch. Hot breath blew across my neck first, and she embraced me from behind, engulfing me in her dominant embrace. She kissed my neck with her open hot mouth and then whispered privately into my ear. “Have you been a good girl while I was away?”

  “Yes.” The word blew out on my first breath since she arrived.

  “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

  I had all but forgotten Alison was even there, standing directly in front of us. I was melting in my own need for her to take me. The physical ache, almost more than I could near, threatened to override my good manners. I had told her all about Alli on the phone and how pleased I was with my choice. She was a perfect fit and was fast becoming a friend as well.

  “Sydney, this is Alison.”

  Sydney released her embrace on me and stepped forward to greet Alison.

  “Nice to finally meet you.” She took Alison’s hand and held it for much longer than a moment while her eyes examined the very attractive young woman.

  “Thank you.” Alison replied. “I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things about you.” She smiled at us both.

  Sydney released her hand and then turned to look into my eyes for the first time in many weeks. My melting continued in the steel blue that penetrated me deeper than ever. Her skin was a warm sun-kissed tone and her lips plump with a craving I felt in spite of her controlled restraint. My own need wavered between doing what was expected and what was flashing in my mind. If I dropped to my knees right there would she push the bulging cock in her pants down my throat, forcing me to swallow her until I choked? Would she drag me up the stairs by my hair and make me bend to her paddle, or tie me to the headboard and make me wait while she tormented me between the long chapters of her latest book?

  “Laura.” Her voice carried firm from the doorway where she stood waiting for me. I looked back at Alison for one last reassurance that everything was going to be okay. The door closed behind us, but my suitcase remained inside.

  “You forgot my bag.” I turned to get it myself.

  “There’s no need for you to bring anything, Laura.” She took my arm to stop my determined movement back to the door.

  “What? Everything I need is in that suitcase!” Slight panic in my voice made my tone less than desirable, and so soon after her arrival.

  She stepped in close, pulling me to her again, and I instantly fell under her power. “All you need is standing right here in front of you. You won’t require anything else.” She let go, opened the passenger door, and waited patiently while I stood between reason and resistance.

  “Where are we going that I won’t need at least my toothbrush?”

  Her head shook slowly as she held the door for me to comply. The look was one I’d learned very early and very quickly in our relationship. Just getting into the car was a far better choice. She pulled away without any further explanation.

  We pulled over at a small café just a few miles up the highway. She reached over and unhooked my seat belt, then placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in roughly for a long-awaited kiss. Devouring me with her hot mouth while her tongue caressed deep in my throat caused me to grope at her like a teenager. Well – we were in a parked car. I lost all control, and my need soaked her hand as she pushed her fingers into me. I know I felt her tongue and her fingers meet deep inside me. I stiffened as she rocked me with a final thrust that loudly burst from every part of me. She watched me flail in my afterburner. Washed with pure pleasure and drenched in the overflow, I was completely unaware that she was standing outside the car with my door wide open until I opened my eyes.

  I took her hand and stood on legs I wasn’t even sure still existed. Her heat penetrated me as she stood close, holding me steady on the dusty gravel. Her hand swept across my ass as I slid past her toward the diner. The swing of my hips was in direct response to knowing that she’d hung back just enough to watch. I felt the delicious fluid dripping on my inner thighs as I walked. I looked toward the restroom sign and then back to her; she nodded, and I made my way past a couple of crude men looking me up and down, making low lurid comments as if they knew what she had just done to me. It was difficult to hold my tongue, but I knew I was not permitted to address them in any manner. She was very protective and very clear that it would be she who resolved any issues that arose. When I returned they were gone, and she was sitting in their booth with their half-finished meals and a twenty dollar bill pushed to the edge of the table.

  The waitress cleared the dishes and then returned with two cups of coffee and menus. I smiled at the thought of what she must have said to them, but there was no way she would ever tell me. I pretended to study the menu while I tried to figure out how to approach the fact that she’d left everything I needed behind.

  “We have a couple of hours until we arrive at The Gate.”

  “The Gate?” I repeated as I looked up from my plot. Finally some of my questions might get answered. “Is that where we’re going? Is that where you work?”

  The waitress interrupted just as she started to speak. “What can I get you?”

  Your timing sucks! I thought to myself. “We need another minute.” I looked up at her, knowing I hadn’t decided yet, and I was about to
find out where Sydney was taking me.

  “No. We’re ready to order.” Sydney announced to the waitress. Without considering what I might really want, from either her or the menu, she ordered for both of us.

  “Okay, now tell me what The Gate is.” My excitement overrode my knowledge of the proper approach, which caused the expected reaction.

  “Would that be a request or a demand? Because it sounded very much like a demand to me.”

  “I’m sorry; I just need to know…”

  “You need nothing, Laura. You simply want.”

  “Well, then, I want to know what The Gate is.” Before she could say anything I blurted out, “I really need to know where we’re going.” I could no longer contain my anxiety, and my dislike for surprises obliterated any prudence from my tone.

  She leaned forward and took my hands in hers. “Do you trust me, Laura?”

  “This has nothing to do with trust. I need…”

  “Again, you use the word need. I can’t think of one thing you need at this moment that you do not have.”

  “I don’t have anything. You left it all behind in my suitcase.”

  “So are you telling me everything you need to be happy is in that suitcase?”

  “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all.”

  “You do not need any of it to make me happy; so why are we still discussing this?” Her look was finally a warning, reminding me that she had reclaimed her control the moment she returned. In fact, I wasn’t certain she’d ever relinquished it, even when she was gone.

  My attitude clearly did not heed the warning.

  She let go of my hands just as the waitress placed the plates in front of us. I sulked at her dismissal of the subject once again and pushed the food around my plate. My thoughts stewed in the very juices she squeezed from me with just a look.

  “I suggest you eat. Dinner may come very late for you, given your present behavior.”

  When she finished her meal and had given me ample opportunity to do the same, she picked up the check and stood, waiting for me to join her.