2 comments/ 12747 views/ 3 favorites Christmas Visit By: Coach5032 He sat in the airport lounge, trying to wait patiently. her plane was a bit late due to the weather. There was no one to blame and He tried to be patient, but it was difficult. It had been so long since T/they had seen each O/other. He smiled at the memory of T/their first meeting. Although it had been brief, it had been very passionate. T/they had only been able to spend an evening together. her visit to be with Him this time, was going to be for ten days, through the holidays. At long last, He heard a PA announcement that her flight had landed and was approaching the gate. He made himself relax. He had not wanted to think of it, but the weather did worry him a little bit. It was snowing, but not too hard. It surprised him that the muscles in his body started to relax as he didn't realize he was so tense. He had been worried ... probably over nothing, but it was His nature. It was a small airport, so it was not long before He saw her. He saw her eyes searching for Him and then spotting Him almost immediately. her smile warmed Him. He loved seeing that smile. she had often insisted that she was attractive in a cute kind of way, but not beautiful. But every time He saw that smile, He melted. He found her to be a very beautiful woman and T/they had agreed to disagree. He chuckled at the thought. she ran into his arms and buried her face in His neck. He knew that she was crying. He held her tightly and tried to fight having His own eyes fill with tears ... and failed. T/they simply stood there, in the middle of the airport lounge, as if no one else was there, holding each O/other. He finally pulled back from her and looked into her eyes with a smile. He kissed her softly and then whispered, "Let's go get your luggage." After picking up her luggage, T/they walked to His car .... her suitcase in one hand, her hand held in His other. T/they talked as T/they always did. T/they were best friends. It seemed so natural for T/them. He spent time telling her what was going on with His job, what was bothering Him about a specific project, and how badly He needed this break from work. she spent time talking about her family, how things were going for her daughters in college, occasionally rolling her eyes about something one of them did, and repeatedly telling Him how excited she was to be with Him. It was cold, not that cold for a winter day in Minnesota with no wind. But He knew she would not be used to it. He had already started the car so that she would be comfortable. He had not mentioned it to her, but she already knew He was protecting her, taking care of her. It simply seemed natural to Him. But to her, the feeling of His watching over her helped her relax. She squeezed His hand as if to say, "I know You will take good care of me." As He drove back to the city and then to His home, they continued to talk, but He could tell she was a bit distracted. He was pretty sure He understood why. she was a bit anxious to see His home. she had seen pictures, but that wasn't the same as walking through it. she truly wanted to see Him in his own home, his comfort zone. Maybe He was a slob and his home was not taken care of or clean. she prayed that was not the case. she didn't think it was, but how could she know? These were only a few of the questions running through her mind. she had some anxieties about being with Him for ten days. she wanted to see this work with her One. she wanted to be with Him. Would this work? Part 2 There was less talking now as she was watching the country side and then into the city, getting nearer His home. He knew she was nervous. T/they had been together before, but never in His home and never for this long of a stay. He left her to her own thoughts and He drove. When He finally pulled into the neighborhood, she knew they were close. her eyes never stopped moving. He pulled onto a street of town homes and then into the drive way of the second set of units, opening the garage door at the same time. When He stopped the engine inside the garage, He placed his hand on hers, stopping her from getting out of the car. "I know you are nervous, little one, and that you are not quite sure what to expect. But I will take care of you during your stay. you must relax in order to enjoy it. But if you have any questions, any concerns or doubts, you must tell Me. W/we need to talk and communicate just as W/we always have. The only difference is that W/we are speaking face to face." she touched His face and said, "I love You Master." He carried her suitcase inside, following her. she found herself walking into the kitchen and then noticed his office to the right. she smiled and walked to it, standing in the doorway and looking. This was where she met Him. This was where He chatted with her. This was where He had made love to her. This was where T/they had become best friends and lovers. she turned to see Him watching her and smiling, knowing what she was thinking. He carried her suitcase to the bedroom and then returned. "Let me take your coat, little one." He helped her remove it and hung it in the closet along with His own. "Come on. Let me show you around." The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all open so you could stand in the kitchen and see out the door to the deck in the living room. The kitchen counter separated the kitchen and dining room. A half wall separated the dining room from the living room. Next to the deck door was a Christmas tree and next to that was a gas fireplace. On the right side, across from the dining area, was a stairway to downstairs. He showed her into the master bedroom. There was a second door to the deck. To the right was the master bathroom and in between was a walk-in closet. Indicating the dresser, He said, "The two drawers on the left are yours to use, if you wish. I've also made room in the closet as well." Then he grinned. "But I haven't decided on the sleeping arrangements yet." she turned to look at him, surprise on her face, and then saw his grin. "For a Dom, you are such a brat," she laughed. Then He took her downstairs to see the TV room, the guest bedroom, and the guest bathroom. Throughout the tour, she recognized that everything seemed to have its place. His home was neat and clean. It was obvious that He cared a great deal about how His home appeared to her. T/they returned upstairs and He told her to relax while he prepared for supper. "I think I will unpack and take a shower," she told him. "Ok. The towels are in the cabinet next to the vanity. Be careful of the hot water. It goes from luke warm to very hot without much of an adjustment," he told her. He smiled as He watched her go into the bedroom. she began unpacking and placing her things in the drawers He had provided. she found herself examining the bedroom more closely. she walked over to the deck door and looked out. He loved this view and now she got to see it for herself. Then she sat down on the bed to feel it for the first time. she glanced at the head board and thought about how He might bind her wrists to it. It sent a shiver through her body, accompanied by a giggle. she removed her clothing, setting them aside and then walked into the bathroom. She faced the mirror and slowly explored her body with her hands, something she hoped He would be doing soon. she turned on the water in the shower, tested it, and then noticed the seats on both ends of the shower. she giggled about how T/they might use them. she stepped in, under the hot water, and began lathering up with the soap. she continued to explore her body as if her hands were His. her sex was already tingling before she touched herself. she moaned quietly as her hands explored. her fingers gently caressed her folds as the other hand pinched a nipple. His hands would soon be doing this to her. she ached for His touch. And then she stopped herself. No, she wouldn't cum now. she would only cum when He wished it. her body was still tingling. It would not take much for her to release. After turning the water off, she reached for the towel and begin to gently dry her body. she watched herself in the mirror again, looking at the body that He owned. she loved it when he growled, "MINE!" she wanted her body to be prepared for Him. she wanted to be just as He would expect, just as He would desire. she applied lotion to her body and then the scent of vanilla of her perfume. she wanted to be perfect for Him. And then her curiosity got the better of her. she saw the small glass plate with several bottles of cologne. she tested each one to see if any of them were what she remembered. she also wanted to see if she liked any of them. Yes, she definitely liked them, one of them better than the others, but none of them were what she remembered. she opened the cupboard again and begin looking more closely. she was pleasantly surprised to find that everything was neat and orderly. she saw His toiletry bag and opened it up. she found another much smaller bottle of cologne and tested it. Yes, this was the one she remembered. she couldn't decide which one she liked better. With the towel wrapped around her, she began to explore the bedroom and his closet. she found his closet to be orderly with all of his shirts, pants, and suits arranged neatly. True to His word, there was space for her to hang some of her clothes. she checked the dresser and the drawers besides the ones she was using. "Ok, so I'm a snoop," she giggled to herself. But she wanted to know so much more about her Master and the man she had given herself to. When she opened the bottom drawer, she found an assortment of scarves and silk ropes. she blushed upon seeing them, but also with eager anticipation. Satisfying enough of her curiosity, she finally started to dress. she decided on a light blue top, that allowed just a bit of a view of her lacey bra underneath, and a black skirt that was not too short, but a few inches above the knee. She pulled out a matching pair of panties to the bra, smiled to herself, and put them back. After putting the clothes on, she put on her heels and went back into the kitchen to join Him. she was ready to provide the best impression she could. she wanted so badly to please Him. Part 3 He had already placed a table cloth on the dining room table and the table was set. He was finishing the cutting up of vegetables for a tossed salad. He looked up to see her and smiled, "You look lovely little one." she smiled and replied, "Thank you. Can I help?" "Sure. There's a bottle of red wine in the cupboard there", pointing to the right cupboard door. "There's also a bottle of white in the fridge. Could you get them both out and I'll open them." Then He picked up His iPod and put it in the sound dock to play some soft music for them. He then walked over to flick the switch to the fireplace to light it. she found both bottles and then noticed that the white wine was a Riesling. she smiled. He had remembered her preference. He kissed her cheek and said, "I prefer a dry red with my steak, but I know you prefer the white." She grinned and he chuckled, "Yes, little one, steak. I know you love a good steak dinner." He opened both bottles of wine to let them breathe and then pulled out a grill lighter to go light the gas grill on the deck. she followed him to the door to the deck and watched him as he uncovered the grill. He took the grill brush to clean the grill before turning on the gas and then lit the grill. she opened the door to step outside with him. He turned to see her and said, "Careful. I removed the snow from the deck, but it is still icy." The cold caught her a little off guard and she hugged her arms to her body. she walked to the edge of the deck to look across the valley to the next hill. "Your pictures don't do the view justice," she said. He smiled, "I do love it here. The view had a lot to do with My decision to purchase this place." she shivered and He put his arms around her. "See the tracks down there thru the snow? Those are deer tracks. you may get lucky and see some of O/our shy neighbors." she rested her head against His shoulder and smiled. "Ok, it's cold. Let's get back inside," He said. About twenty minutes later, the steaks and the baked potatoes were done. He had her sit down at the table as He served the food and poured the wine. He sat down next to her, looked at her and smiled. Placing His hand upon hers, "I'm so happy you are here. I know you are still a bit nervous, but I hope you will enjoy your stay as if this was your home too." she nodded, "Yes, I am still a bit nervous, but I have started to relax. I'm very happy to be here too. The last few months seemed to crawl by once W/we planned this. But now I'm here, and with You. I look forward to spending every hour with you for the next ten days." He raised her hand to His lips and kissed her hand. T/they enjoyed the meal. The steaks were done just right. He would look at her every once in a while to see her enjoying her food. she would catch him watching her. she giggled and blushed. It was not often that anyone else cooked for her unless she was in a restaurant. she loved to cook and she wanted to cook for Him while she was here, but she could get use to this. When they had both finished their meals, He asked her if she wanted some dessert. she laughed and said, "I thought I was going to be your dessert." He looked into her eyes, a serious look, "Oh you will be." His tone made her shiver. Since both of T/them were comfortably full, T/they decided against dessert. He picked up the dishes from the table to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. "Why don't you take O/our wine glasses and go relax in the living room. I'll be with you in a minute." she set the wine glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch and kneeled on the floor. her thighs were slightly spread, her hands placed upon them. her back was straight with her head up and her eyes down. This was the first chance she had to kneel for Him and she wanted it to be perfect. When He came into the living room and found her kneeling, His heart started pounding in His chest. Each time she kneeled in this position, He took at as a sign of her gift of submission to Him. It represented the gift of herself to Him, something He still pinched Himself over to realize it was all very real. He sat down next to her and caressed her cheek, whispering, "I love you little one. Come up into My lap." she smiled and moved with grace into His lap. she took His hand into hers, kissed it, and then caressed it against her cheek. He pulled her into His chest and held her close. her body seemed so right against His. He rubbed his nose against her ear and then pulled His hand from her hands to lift her chin. He kissed her softly. And then kissed her again, sucking her lower lip between His. After another soft kiss, He pulled back to look into her eyes. Why could He not convince her to see how beautiful she was? He was definitely going to work on that. And He had an idea how He would start. They sat quietly, drinking T/their wine, listening to the music. she stayed cuddled in His lap. His lips would kiss her now and then. T/they simply enjoyed T/their touching and cuddling one another. His hand was resting in her lap. she didn't know if He realized that she wasn't wearing panties, but his hand in such close proximity was starting to make her core tingle. When His hand began moving along her thigh to the hem of her skirt, her body shivered and she was sure He felt it. Upon reaching her naked skin, His fingers slowly traveled back up her thigh. He looked into her eyes as if to watch her reaction to His touch. But he simply wanted to see her. He wanted her to see Him. He wanted her to realize the pleasure she gave Him by touching her so intimately. His hand moved slowly, but never stopped until His fingers reached her pussy, which was quite moist by now. she blushed when He smiled and whispered, "Good girl." As His fingers explored her, His other hand moved up her back to her neck, gently gripping her hair. He held her firmly as He kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips to wrestle with her tongue. she shivered again and moaned into His kiss. Yessss. she had been wanting Him to touch her like this since she first saw Him at the airport. Reacting without thinking, she spread her thighs for Him. And He responded by penetrating her. she moaned again and wrapped her arms around His neck, not wanting to let go. Sitting in His lap, she started to feel His arousal. Without speaking it out loud, her mind was screaming, "Take me!" Pulling back from T/their kiss, He moved his lips to her ear and growled "Mine!!" she shivered again. she had longed to hear that from Him. He pulled his fingers from her and slid His arm under her legs. His other hand released her hair as His arm slid down to her back. she felt the loss of His fingers, but soon felt the pleasure of Him carrying her to the bedroom. she kissed His neck as he slowly walked to the bed. He set her on the bed and began undressing her. she sat still and watched His eyes as her clothes came off. First her top, then her lacey bra. He removed her shoes and then as she lifted slightly, He removed her skirt. He pulled back the bed covers for her to slide underneath. He took her clothes and neatly laid them over the small chair next to the dresser. Then he began to remove His own clothing as she watched. Finally naked, with His clothes set next to hers, He slid under the bed covers next to her and pulled her body to His. T/their kisses became even more passionate then before. she wrapped her arms around His neck as He moved over her. His hands were touching and caressing her everywhere. It was as if neither of them could get any closer to each other, as if neither of them could hold each other any tighter. He pulled away from her lips to move to her neck. her moans were often and louder. He nibbled and kissed His way down to her breasts. Her hands moved to His head to hold Him to her chest. She could feel how hard he had become as his cock rubbed against her thigh. "Please, Master. Please take me!" she whispered. "In due time, little one," he growled. But the truth was that He wanted her badly. It had been so long since He has used her body. He was having trouble maintaining any semblance of control. He moved back up to her neck, kissing and gently biting her skin. He groaned, not being able to hold back anymore and slowly penetrated her. All of the nerve endings in her body were tingling as she felt Him completely penetrate her. she knew she could not last long until she released. It had been too long. she felt His hips rock back and forth as He withdrew and thrust back into her. All of His moans were loud with His lips pressed against her ear. T/their bodies moved together, each of T/them taking pleasure from the O/other and each of T/them giving pleasure to the O/other. she felt her climax building quickly and fought against all of her urges to release. His pleasure had to come before hers. she would not climax too soon. Just when she thought she would lose the battle within herself, she felt Him start to lose control. It pushed her over the edge. Not realizing it, her teeth sank into his shoulder as she cried out. her climax hit her body and mind so hard, she felt as if she was floating three feet above the bed. His climax soon followed hers, which pushed her limit to her pleasure even higher. He could not help Himself. He slammed into her as hard as he could as He lost all control. Any earlier thoughts He had about taking care not to hurt her in any way were lost as He cried out in pleasure. As they both tried to relax, her breathing was heavy and uneven. she could feel his chest heaving from his own panting. Finally realizing that His own weight was fully on her, He lifted himself and looked down at her. But she pulled Him back to her body, not wanting to let go of Him. He rolled His body over onto His back, pulling her with Him and finally allowing her to breathe deeply to catch her breath. He looked into her eyes again as He caressed her hair, pushing it back from her eyes. Christmas Visit Continued she laid on the bed and sobbed. The past two days had been so wonderful, but today was a disaster. Why did she lose control and say what she had said? His son was so wrong! It was Christmas Day and His son and daughter came for dinner. He had told her earlier that His son had expressed concerns about relationships that started online. So she knew that it might be a little uncomfortable. But she had not expected this. Dinner had gone well, but the conversation was a bit forced. The daughter was quite pleasant and she realized quite quickly that she liked this young woman. she felt no apprehension from her. But the son seemed to be uncomfortable. When dinner ended, her Master began picking up the dishes and putting the food away. she, His son, and His daughter went downstairs. It was a mistake. she should have stayed upstairs to help with the dishes. As soon as they got downstairs, His son pressed her, questioning her feelings for his father. He could not and would not understand that any sort of relationship could exist over the internet. His wife tried to interject a word, but to no avail. she found herself becoming defensive and then angry. she tried so hard to respond politely and calmly, but her body was shaking. she could not hold back. "You don't know Him like I do. How could you? I love Him. What kind of a son are you that you would deny Him His happiness?" The room went silent. she immediately regretted what she had said. And then she realized that her Master was standing there and had heard it all. His face was grim and almost in pain. The pain she saw became her own. her body ached as she looked into His face. she could not look at Him any longer. she stared at her hands in her lap and started to cry. she felt the blood rush to her face in her shame. she got up from the couch and ran upstairs to the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. The tears came freely. she could not control it and did not try to. she wasn't sure how much time had gone by, but she heard a quiet voice in the doorway. It was the son. "I'm sorry. I should not have said what I said." And then he was gone. she couldn't move. she was in pain. she had disappointed her Master and brought shame to herself. she was sure He would send her home for saying such a thing. she felt His presence as He entered the room and then felt Him sitting next to her on the bed. she turned to look up at him, her face still tear-stained. "Please don't send me home Master. I'm so sorry. I never ever want to disappoint you." she was surprised by the look on His face. "Send you home? Why would you think that? little one, W/we will have disagreements and W/we will not always see eye to eye. But that is natural. W/we are human and not perfect. Besides, I put you in a terrible position. I should never have let you be alone with My son." "You are not angry with me?" "I'm angry with Myself. But what you said to My son was harsh and out of control. He is remorseful, especially after his wife told him how much she believes you are in love with Me." she felt the pain from His words. He was right. she should not have been left alone like that. But she should not have lost control and said such a think to her Master's son. "I am to be punished." she said it not as a question, but as a statement. Once again, He felt His body warmed from the love He felt for her. she was so much stronger than she realized. she simply needed more guidance. "What do you suggest for punishment?" He asked. "I don't deserve to be made love to, Master. In fact, I should not sleep here tonight." "If I have my way, you will never leave my bed," he growled. "No, I think W/we can come up with something a little less severe." she smiled. she felt the warmth in her body expand as her heart raced. Never leave His bed. Never be away from Him. Always and forever. Then she giggled. "You could spank me." He chuckled. "That's not punishment. No little one, I am going to make love to you. But you will not be allowed to climax." her eyes widened and fear slowly seeped into her mind. Even online, she had never been able to hold back. she didn't think she could have that much control. she feared disappointing Him yet again. But she knew she had no choice but to gather all of her strength and control her own body. she sat up and T/they undressed each other. It was not a task carried out urgently, but with gentleness. It was His sign to her that He would make sweet love to her, rather than the lust-filled fucking that had happened earlier. she looked into his eyes and saw His love for her. That was important to her. Even in punishment, He loved her with all His heart. T/they both slid under the covers. He pulled her body to His and began to kiss her softly. she wrapped her arms around His neck and clung to Him. she felt a tingling inside her body. His simple statement of never leaving His bed had started that tingling. When she felt His tongue parting her lips, she moaned quietly and then remembered her fear of her ability to control her own body's reactions to His body. she couldn't help herself. she loved being in his arms. So safe, so protected, so loved. He moaned quietly into T/their kiss. His body was already responding to hers. she could feel Him. Again, she almost allowed herself to forget about her control over her own body. He rolled over on top of her body. His tongue was still caressing her tongue. she felt his hands move down her body. His hands reached hers and held them both. Slowly, He moved her hands above her head and held them tightly to the bed. As He did so, His lips left hers and moved to her neck. she groaned her pleasure in His ear. she loved when He took her in this way. He gently nibbled the skin of her neck as He moved to her ear. He sucked her ear lobe and then returned to her neck. His body kept her from moving and yet she arched her back as much as she could. she opened her legs farther to give her body completely to Him. In response to her, He slowly began to penetrate her. As in every other time, He felt the intense pleasure, as well as the amazement over how tight she was. When He was completely inside of her, He pulled away from her neck and looked down at her and smiled. she smiled back as she wrapped her legs around Him. "I am yours, Master" she whispered. He growled quietly and slowly withdrew from her, only to be followed by a hard thrust. she closed her eyes and allowed her body to respond to his. And then her eyes flew open again. she had forgotten again. she was allowing herself to lose control in the pleasure of His body. And yet, she wanted Him to enjoy the pleasure that her body could give Him. she tightened her legs around Him as His hips rocked harder. she bit her lower lip as she looked up into His eyes. Yes. That was what she could do. Focus on His eyes, focus on Him. her body continued to respond to His pleasure, but her mind was focused on Him. she could do this. she would control her body as He had required. Her body would provide His body the pleasure of an orgasm, but her control would also provide Him the pleasure of doing what He had asked of her. she could feel the intense pleasure, but at the same time, she felt calm. she would not take her eyes from His. He felt himself close to losing control. His climax was building quickly. He continued to hold her hands tightly against the bed. He would not hold back. He wanted to allow Himself to lose control. He was very close to climaxing when He collapsed on her body and buried His face into her neck. she felt panic at first. she lost focus when she could no longer stare into His eyes. And then she felt that calm return, despite the intense pleasure, and closed her eyes. she grit her teeth when He cried out in pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed as He climaxed and continued to thrust into her even harder. As His body began to relax, hers was now trembling. she wanted to feel her release. her body craved it, but her mind would now allow it. But she could not control the trembling. she bit her lip again. she had done so well, she would not ruin it now. He released her hands and rolled over onto His back, pulling her with him. "Good girl," he whispered. "I'm proud of you." His words warmed her heart and she held on to him tightly, cuddling as close as she could. her trembling was beginning to subside, but slowly. she could not help but rub her pussy against His hip. If He demanded that she not cum the next time T/they made love, she knew she would not be able to control it. Part 2 He woke up to find her in the same position she had been in when He fell asleep. she was tucked under His left arm, her head resting on His chest, and her hand resting on His belly. He loved watching her sleep. she seemed so at peace and so protected. He laid still, not wanting to disturb her. His right hand moved up to her face and began to gently twirl the bangs of her hair in his fingers. He tilted His head to very, very softly, kiss the top of her head. The minutes passed by and eventually turned into an hour. And still He watched her sleep. she finally stirred just a bit, moaned quietly, and then slid her hand up to His neck, as if to hold on to His shoulder. When she finally opened an eye, she looked up at Him and saw that He was staring at her, with a smile. A few more minutes went by and she began to stretch. "How long have you been awake and watching over me like that?" "A little over an hour," he responded. she giggled. she didn't understand why he enjoyed that so much, but she liked it. It was if He was watching over her, guarding her from any danger or disturbance. "Did you sleep well, little one?" "Mmmmm, I did. Although I wasn't sure I would. Not being able to climax isn't something that helps me sleep." she giggled again. He chuckled. "Maybe that is something we could take care of now." "Don't tease me baby." "Who's teasing?" He growled. And with that, he wrapped both arms around her and began to kiss her passionately. Despite just waking up minutes before, she responded immediately. He used the tip of His tongue to caress her, gently twirling around her tongue. His lips pressed harder against hers. He felt as well as heard her moan into His mouth. her pussy was still resting against his hip, with one leg between His. He pulled her body on top of Him so that He was fully between her legs. her pussy was now pressed against His hardening cock. she whimpered as she arched her back to press against Him. His hand slid down to her ass and began to caress and squeeze her. He could feel her body shiver as she felt pressure from both sides. When His fingers traveled further to tease her pussy, her body could not decide what to do. she was caught between pressing into His cock or pushing back on to His fingers. As she squirmed, He wrapped His other arm around her waist to hold her tightly. And then He penetrated her with His fingers. she cried out as He slowly stroked her. At the same time, He was very aroused and pressing against her, needing to be inside of her. her body was squirming. she could not hold still. she looked down into His eyes and saw His lust for her. He growled quietly as He pulled His fingers from her and then slowly penetrated her with His cock. she groaned again as she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Him taking her once again. Once He was fully inside of her, He rolled His legs over hers, holding them against the bed. His hips began to rock as He slowly withdrew and thrust back into her. He fucked her slowly. her eyes opened again and locked on His. she could not move her legs, not that she wanted to. But she loved the feeling of being under His control. she loved the feeling of Him using her body, knowing that He would make sure she felt every pleasure as well. His hips continued to slowly and gently rock. His cock slid partially out of her and then pumped back into her. Gradually, He was increasing the pace. she could hear his quiet moans as she squeezed Him each time He was inside her completely. Then He brought His hands up under her upper body, gently lifting her up just a bit. She didn't know what He was trying to do until He lifted His head and began to lick and kiss her breast. When He sucked her nipple into His mouth, she groaned and cried out again. "Oh God, Master! Please don't stop!" Of course, he had no intention of stopping. He could feel His climax building. He could not have stopped, even if He has wanted to. He sucked on her nipple even harder as He increased the pace of fucking her. she felt her own climax building, feeling almost relieved that He was allowing her to cum. she knew she would have no control this time. In fact, she had no control over her body at all. she couldn't even move. He was in control. When she felt His teeth clamp down on her nipple, she cried out once again. "I'm so close, baby!" Despite being close Himself, despite almost losing His control, He was careful not to bite her nipple too hard. He tugged it, His teeth still holding it in a tight grip. It was more than she could take. she screamed as she climaxed and climaxed hard. she didn't know if it was because she had been denied her release earlier or if it was because of the vice-like grip on her nipple. she didn't care. she was lost in ecstasy. her body shivered violently as He felt the full force of her orgasm. He could feel the tingling in His body and that familiar feeling in His cock and balls just before cumming. He thrust even harder into her, finally releasing her nipple as His head fell back against the pillow. He cried out as his entire body climaxed and His cum filled her. He could not stop until He was close to exhaustion. He looked up into her eyes as He began to relax. He lowered her upper body onto His own and wrapped His arms around her. she laid her head on His shoulder, panting in His ear. He turned his lips to her neck and kissed her gently. He then, finally released her legs by pulling His own legs off of hers. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too little one." she did not want to move. she felt so safe in His arms. As long as He was holding her, everything was perfect. The nightmare of the night before was no longer threatening her. she knew that she was His forever. she closed her eyes and smiled. And then was suddenly shocked as He slapped her ass. "Time to get out of bed, little one," He chuckled. Part 3 He had wanted to show her a little more of His city, including the sampling of some of His favorite restaurants. So T/they decided to go to His favorite Italian restaurant downtown. He walked into the bedroom in a towel, just having gotten out of the shower. she was looking thru her clothes in the closet, trying to decide what she should wear. she was also in a towel, which afforded Him the opportunity to reach down to squeeze her ass with a grin. It caught her off guard and she jumped. "Master!" she giggled. "I like that one," He said. It was a black dress with thin straps and appeared to be short enough to be just above her knees. she smiled as she took it from the closet. It was one she liked too. After laying it on the bed, she went to the dresser to pick out the lingerie that would go with the dress. He watched her with a smile. When she picked out a matching bra and panties, He cleared His throat. "you won't be needing the panties." she looked up at Him with wide eyes. her face was beginning to turn a bit red. she had always known that He might make this request of her, but now that He had, she felt a lump in her throat. "Yes, Master," she said quietly. As He drove them towards the restaurant, she tried to make herself comfortable. It was a different feeling for her. she had never gone without panties before. Despite her anxiety about it, she felt a bit moist. "Oh my god! This is arousing me," she thought. He pulled into the parking ramp across the street from the restaurant and found a spot to park. He sat there a moment before getting out of the car. He could tell she was nervous. "Try to relax little one. I will not humiliate you. I want you to enjoy the evening." she giggled nervously. "I thought You might touch me in the car with Your cold hands." He laughed. "No. I'll wait until W/we are inside and My hands are warmer before you feel my fingers on the inside of your leg." She felt her anxiety level climb. And yet, she felt her sexual core tingle. she tried to relax, but failed. He got out of the car and then walked around to open her door. He smiled as He looked at her legs. He couldn't help Himself. He lusted for her. They went to the ground floor of the ramp and crossed the street. He held her arm in His to keep her from slipping, but also to hold her close. she smiled as she thought about His caring for her safety and well being. At one point, she did slip in her heels, but she was never in any danger of falling. He wouldn't allow it. When T/they entered the restaurant, the warmth and the aroma of Italian food filled her senses and she relaxed a little. T/they followed the hostess to a table that was semi-private. There were other people nearby, but there was enough privacy for them to talk and enjoy T/their meal to T/themselves. He took her coat and hung it over one of the chairs and then hung His own coat over hers. The hostess held her chair and He waited until she sat down before He sat down. He leaned over to her and kissed her softly. "I think you will enjoy this place." she smiled again. she found herself more relaxed, although she kept her legs crossed as she sat at the table. she was slightly wet, but enjoying the feeling. The menu had a large selection and she was not sure what to decide on. He made a few suggestions for her as He had a number of favorite dishes. Each of the menu selections also had a recommended choice of wine. The waiter appeared to take orders for something from the bar. T/they both ordered a Sam Adams and then went back to the menu. He had decided and asked her what she was interested in. she had narrowed it down to two or three choices. When the waiter reappeared with their beers, she made her decision and T/they ordered. "Be prepared to take a lot of your meal home," He said. "The portions are huge. And I don't like feeling stuffed when I'm between the sheets with you." He laughed as she blushed. But she had no intention of over eating either. she wanted Him to enjoy her body just as He had done each night of her visit. Warm bread and butter were set on the table. He sliced off several pieces and buttered them, setting a slice on her plate and one for Himself. "Are you feeling better after last night?" He asked. "Much better," she replied. "But I'm not looking forward to seeing your son again." Realizing what she had just said, she looked down at her hands in her lap. "I'm sorry, Master. But I am afraid of coming between You and Your son. I know how close You are to him and how much You love him. I am really afraid of causing you more pain." "I won't let that happen, little one. He will come around. you should have seen his face when his wife told him how obvious it was that you love me as much as you do. My daughter is a remarkable young woman. She sees our happiness. She sees how sincere we are about our future. And she sees how happy I am and how happy you are to be here. She remarked to him how your face would light up just being near me. She told him that it is obvious to her that I want you here and I want you in my life, for the rest of my life." she sat in silence and listened to His words, trying to control some tears of relief. she had firmly believed that after she had rushed from the room in tears, His daughter would have a low opinion of her. she felt hope again and while she was still anxious about seeing them again, she felt better about it. she was determined to get to know His son and become friends with them both. Christmas Visitor That was the awkward Christmas. I had come back from my sophomore year at college, visiting my parents for a few days -- the first time I felt like a visitor in the house I grew up in. My younger brother, Randy, had accepted an invitation to go skiing with some cousins, a trip that my other obligations made impossible for me. His absence turned the time with my parents a bit more claustrophobic. Then, with only me and my parents in the house, they decided on a table-top Christmas tree instead of a full-sized one. Their choice made all kinds of sense, but represented one more step away from the Christmases of my childhood and towards the dark chasm of my future. In later years, we would find more common ground and more comfort in amiable silences. That year, although nothing was really wrong between us, I had trouble finding a lot going really right, either. The weather didn't help, either. There had been a few inches of snow during the previous week. Tonight, Christmas eve, had thawed unexpectedly. Raw but gentle rain built walls of night fog around the houses on our block, isolating each from all the others. It also made going out unattractive, not least because that pretty white snow had turned to graying piles of dirt-flecked sludge. I think my parents felt some of the same unease I did. Their cheer, like mine, seemed a little forced -- not false, not something different from what they felt (or wanted to feel), just not as easy as it had been in past years. So I helped in the kitchen putting our little Christmas feast together, while my father watched the gazillionth TV rerun of old, familiar Christmas movies. I wondered whether three people count as a feast, but kept that thought to myself. The last thing we expected was a knock on the back door. We didn't even have the porch light on, since it never occurred to us that anyone would be by. My mother and I looked at each other for a moment, then I went to answer the door. I flicked on the light and peeked past the curtain over the back door's window. Our visitor turned out to be Greg, one of Randy's high school classmates. I didn't know him well, but I knew he was in the advanced classes with Randy, and he was always friendly and courteous to me. His sodden jacket looked way too thin for the weather, and his hair matted wetly against his forehead. When he saw the curtain pull back, he waved shyly and smiled -- but only around the mouth. I opened the door and greeted him, "Hi Greg! Come on in, and merry Christmas!" This announced him to my mother, too. He stepped in, shook some rain off, and wiped wetness off his face. "Hi Rachel. Is Randy here?" "No, he's on a ski trip." "Oh." Greg's smile faltered. "Sorry I bothered you." He turned to leave. My mother had joined us at the back door by then, wiping her hands on a dish cloth. "Greg, come on in. Have you eaten? We were just about to sit down. Paul," she shouted for my father. "Set another place at the table. Guess who joined us for supper?" Neither Greg nor I could wedge a word into the wall of cheerful sound that my mother had built. When she stopped for a breath, Greg said, "It's OK, Mrs. B., you don't have to ..." My mother cut him off. "Nonsense. Come on in and get that jacket off. And see if this can get the wet out of your hair." She handed him the towel that just dried her hands. "You're sure?" Greg was a fair-sized guy and reasonably athletic, but looked and sounded like a whipped puppy. "Of course. We have way too much for just us three. Paul?" She shouted for my father again and headed toward the TV room. A moment later, I heard some kind of conversation out there in lowered voices. Greg and I stood looking at each other, uncertain what to do next. More to break the silence than anything else, I asked, "Do you want some hot cider? We have a big pot of it going." Mostly to break the silence, Greg answered, "Sure, that sounds great." I ladled out a big mug, strained out the chunks of spice, and chatted nervously, mostly to keep from sounding nervous. I think I was talking about Randy's ski trip, but it didn't matter. Greg had always seemed like a nice enough kid, but not much of a talker. Something just gave me the feeling that he didn't want to talk this time, so I didn't push him. I noticed how red his hands were when I passed him the mug. My fingers brushed his, and they were clammy. The cold outside had gone through him. He shivered once when he took the mug, then wrapped his hands around it. He looked like he had forgotten what warmth was. After a moment, he took a noisy sip, still holding the mug two-handed. "This is great, Rachel. What's in it?" "Just the usual spices, but I add orange peel and some star anise. Not everyone likes it, but people around here seem to." By that time, my father was clattering around in the dining room again and my mother was back in the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of him putting out the good plates and rounding up the ones that could have gone in the dishwasher. My mother was back in the kitchen too. "You two make yourselves scarce. Dinner will be about twenty minutes, if I don't have you underfoot." My mother and I usually share a kitchen just fine. She was clearly trying to make Greg feel comfortable. We went out to the living room. I don't think Greg had ever seen our house before. He made polite compliments about everything, and spent some time lost in the bookshelves. Soon, he had wandered over by the piano. He lifted the lid over the keys, and asked, "Is it OK if I ..." I just nodded. I had no idea when the piano had last been tuned, probably years ago when Randy had briefly taken lessons. It acted more as décor than a musical instrument, most of the time. I'd be happy to hear him play 'Chopsticks,' if it made him happy. He sat down, shifted the piano bench to a comfortable distance, and played. I think I recognized one of Bach's Brandenbergs. I know I didn't recognize everything. Randy had told me that Greg played the piano, but I had no idea he was this good. After the third piece, loud clapping startled him back to the present. My parents were standing at the door, giving him enthusiastic applause. "That was wonderful! We almost never have anyone here who knows how to play. Dinner's getting cold, by the way, but hearing you play is worth it." Greg's certainty at the keyboard faded back to shyness. I could even see the set of his shoulders droop, once the musical muse was done with him. "Thanks, Mrs. B." The dinner table was gorgeous, complete with candles. I noticed that the baked potatoes had turned to gorgeous pan-browned chunks. My mother had carved the game hens in the kitchen and served the meat on a platter. There were a few other last-minute changes, too. I knew there were originally three baked potatoes and three Cornish game hens, one for each of us. My mother had turned it into a meal for four, as if that had been the plan all along. We passed serving dishes around while my father opened the champagne. He poured for my mother and himself, then asked, "Greg, how old are you?" "Eighteen, sir." "Well, that was drinking age when I was eighteen. I don't think one glass will kill you. Rachel, would you get another glass?" He filled my empty glass and passed it to Greg. ("You won't tell on me, will you?" His conspiratorial wink would have humiliated me when I was fourteen.) My father filled the glass I brought back from the cabinet and put it in the empty spot at my place. Then he stood and offered a brief prayer, the only one I had ever heard from him. He sat, raised his glass, and said, "Health, happiness, and a merry Christmas to all of us." We clinked glasses all around, then dug into the meal. My mother is a great cook and had outdone herself. Green beans (were they on the original menu? I guess there had been some in the freezer) glistened under slivers of almond. Potato chunks lounged in warm pools of gravy. Tender bird and crunchy bits of fried skin went down easily. I had a pretty good idea what the meal was originally going to be, and was amazed that my mother did something so much more elegant on no notice at all. Christmas tunes from the radio largely took the place of conversation. No one would talk with their mouth full, and our mouths were full until the last roll wiped up the last drop of gravy. I was almost too stuffed to move when my mother stood up and started collecting dishes. Greg stood too, and asked, "Can I help, Mrs. B?" "You just sit and relax. Rachel you come out here and act useful." I finished clearing the table and was cleaning up in the kitchen. My mother hung up her apron as she left the room, saying "I'll be back in a minute." That phrase usually meant she was on her way to the bathroom, but she headed in the opposite direction. "Mrs. B? Is it OK if I use your phone?" Greg called as she passed by. "Sure, go ahead. It's in the hall. There's also one in the office, over there," she pointed. "Thanks." Greg headed toward the office. He was still on the phone when my mother got back to the kitchen, after a longer interval than I expected. She leaned over and whispered. "Ask him if he wants to sleep over." "What!?" It came out louder than I intended. I had no idea where this was coming from. Years later, it was one of the things that showed me just how intelligent she really had been all through my teens and early twenties. "Ask him if he needs a place to spend the night. Just do it." She had that look, the one that ends arguments before they start. That look usually says, 'I'm furious at someone but not you, not yet at least. Keep it that way.' Greg had a neutral look on his face when he came back through the office door. Closing the door behind him seemed to be my mother's cue to announce, "Dessert's on, for any who want it." The cheer in her voice sounded authentic, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't going to test it, either. The standard trio of pies presented themselves: mince, apple, and pumpkin. A week's worth of cookie-baking appeared too. Exactly five of each kind graced the plates (no one had to take the last of anything), but I stopped counting after ten different kinds. Of course, most of them went back into the cookie tins, but they made the table into a cornucopia. My parents manufactured some safe chitchat while we dawdled over dessert, mostly about school and about his piano music. He answered amiably, but didn't volunteer much. One thing shocked me, though. I forget what the exact phrase was, but something about our piano being in the house. "Where's yours, Greg?" Where would it be, if not in the house? "My parents make me keep it in the shed, out back. It's OK out there. The shed's dry, and I have it up off the ground." I was too stunned even to chew, and my parents' smiles froze in place. Greg seemed not to notice. Chatter resumed a moment later, as if that bombshell hadn't landed. It looked like Greg didn't think anything out of the ordinary. Even that dessert had to end sooner or later. I started to clear the table and my father turned toward the living room. My mother called out, "Paul? Would you be a doll and clear the table for me? Rachel, you go keep Greg company." He headed back toward the piano, and I joined him. In a low voice, I said, "Greg, do you need a place to stay tonight?" He didn't look at me. "I couldn't ask ..." Taking a cue from my mother, I interrupted him. "You didn't ask. I did. Do you need a place to sleep?" He stopped, looked at his shoes, and spoke in a voice so quiet I could barely hear. "Well, yeah. I kind of got thrown out." "Oh, Greg." I almost started crying right there. "Let me check with my mother." I knew darn well what her answer was going to be. I found her in the kitchen and whispered, "He said yes. He said he got thrown out." "Oh, Rachel." Her voice was gentle, even though her knuckles turned white around the pan she was holding. "Put him in Randy's room." "I'll go change the sheets." "I already did." I half expected that answer. "Thanks, Mom. I ... just thanks." She turned back to the sink without answering. Greg was playing again when I got back to the living room. My father sat quietly, gazing at nothing. I sat next to Greg on the piano bench, careful to stay out of his way. The piece soon ended. My parents started clapping, my mother from the other room. I leaned over, hugged his shoulder, and whispered. "It's OK. You can stay." My father set a fire in the fireplace. That's one of his big joys, for some reason, even if it drains the house heat up the chimney. Once Greg finished, we all sat for a while, letting the flames hypnotize us. Soon, my mother stood up, took my father by the hand, and said, "Well, us old folks need our sleep. See you in the morning. And don't forget to close the door when you're done down here." They turned out the hall lights on the way out. One small lamp and the fire lit Greg and me. Although I was comfortable around Greg, I wasn't sure what to do with the silence between us. I stood up and said, "I'm going to get some more hot cider. You want some?" "Sure." "And a little rum in it? That's what I'm having." "Well, you parents ..." "It'll be OK. I promise. You want some?" Greg nodded. When I came back with our mugs, I sat where I could feel the fire's warmth directly. I set Greg's mug on the floor next to me and waved him over. We just sat for a while, staring into the flicker. I spread my legs out so my knee touched his leg. Without looking at him, I said, "Your parents threw you out. on Christmas eve." "Yeah." I turned to him then. "Greg, I'm so sorry." He gazed impassively into the fire. "It's OK. They've done it before." Clearly, it was not a topic for conversation. I just put my hand on his thigh and sat with him. When I saw that his mug was empty, I asked. "Are you done?" Greg looked down into it and said, "I guess so." I took the mug from him and said, "I'm getting tired. Can I show you your bed?" He got up quickly and said, "Yeah, I need to turn in, too." I left the mugs in the sink on the way past the kitchen. When we got to Randy's room, I reached in and turned on the light. "This is Randy's room. I hope it's OK." My mother had not only made the bed -- Randy never does -- but left towels and a new toothbrush on the bed. "It's great. Really. And thanks, Rachel. I really appreciate this." I stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. (Good things come in small packages -- I keep trying to convince myself of that.) "Good night." "G'night." I woke up early on Christmas. It had been years since "santa" left a stocking of goodies at the foot of the bed. I still missed this ploy of my parents' to get another few minutes of sleep on Christmas morning -- childish of me, and annoyance at my own childishness elbowed disappointment out of the way. This was supposed to be a happy morning, though, so I got up, replaced my pajama bottoms with some soft sweats, and stuck my feet into warm, fuzzy slippers. I pulled a sweatshirt over the flannel pajama top, and padded out of my room. I stuck water for coffee into the microwave then moved on to the living room. I had unplugged the tree on the way out last night, so plugged it back in. I checked the fireplace, too. I couldn't feel any heat left and no sparks showed when I stirred the ashes, so I closed the damper. Back in the kitchen, I got out the big French press and put about a centimeter of coffee in the bottom. My parents were up before the coffee finished brewing, and the noise must have woken Greg. I was eager to open presents, but my parents insisted on breakfast first. Greg tried to act invisible through our breakfast of coffee cake, and diffidently polite when anyone addressed him. A little later, we took our coffee mugs into the living room. Greg found a seat in one corner. I acted as Santa, handing out presents from the small pile. After my parents and I had each opened one, my mother said, "How about that one on the left there -- no, I mean on my left." I read the tag. It said, 'To Greg. Merry Christmas, Santa.' Greg looked startled when I took it over and held it out. "For me?" "Look at the tag." He looked, blushed red, and started to open the package. He's one of those maddening people like my mother, who carefully undoes the tape on each package so the wrapping paper looks almost unused. It was a book, the latest in a popular series that Randy follows. I realized that it probably was Randy's, but he wasn't here to claim it. My mother smiled at me in her 'Whatever you say, I'm ignoring it' way. She had plenty of time to replace it before Randy got back from his trip. Greg seemed stunned. "Thank you, Mr., Mrs. B. Thanks." He opened it, thumbed through it, and set it in his lap. That really did something to Greg, even if it didn't show in his expressionless face. He didn't say much, but he moved to a closer chair. He seemed to feel like he was more part of the group after that, not some kind of trespasser. The day passed quickly. In the afternoon, I heard him talking to my mother. "Mrs. B, you've been really great. Thanks for putting me up." "Not at all, Greg. We loved your concert. That made last night really special for us." "Uh, would it be OK if I stayed tonight, too? Maybe I won't need a place, but ..." "Greg, you're welcome here as long as you want." "Thanks, Mrs. B. I have to go out for a while. I'll call later." Greg left then. I puttered around for a while, packing my loot to take back to school. I finally took a shower, got some real clothes on, then went down and found my mother. "That book was Randy's, wasn't it?" "Not once it had Greg's name on the tag" "Mom, you're a saint." We talked for a while. I knew a little about Greg's older sister, the one who had found a foster family for herself so she could finish high school. (I tried to imagine doing that for myself when I was that age, and drew a solid blank.) My mother filled me in on more of the story about Greg's family. Greg was such a nice guy, I couldn't imagine how he came from the nutjobs I was hearing about. Greg didn't call, but he did come back later that afternoon, well before dark. He gave my mother a card, the kind that must have come from one of the few stores open Christmas day. She returned with a big hug. The evening went much the same way as the day before, a pleasant (if less impressive) dinner followed by live music after supper. My father got the fireplace going again, and my parents made a point of turning in early. Greg and I sat in front of the fire again, listening to the Christmas program on the public radio station. I sat closer than the previous night. In a while, I leaned onto his shoulder and put my arm around his waist. Being small made it easier to lean onto him -- tall girls always look gawky when they tried that with their boyfriends, or like a Great Dane puppy that hasn't figured out it's not a lapdog any more. He put his arm around my shoulder in a brotherly kind of way. That's all, though, just brotherly. When it came time to kiss goodnight, I let it linger a bit longer. Greg accepted the kiss, but didn't really answer in kind. Well, there was no real reason for him to. If this were a story, it would have some real 'ta-da' kind of ending. It doesn't. Greg left shortly after breakfast the next day. My father had already left for work, but Greg thanked my mother profusely despite the unemotional tone in his voice, and gave us both big hugs on the way out. He didn't come back that night. My mother said he was back in his parents' house -- she didn't use the word "home." I went back to school the next day. I talked to my brother a few days after that, after he got back from skiing. He enthused about the book, the replacement for the one my mother had given to Greg. (I kept my mouth shut and acted surprised.) Randy mentioned Greg a few times through the school year after that, but I never heard much after he and my brother graduated. Christmas Visitor I hope he's OK. And, even if he never had another good day in his life, I hope he had a nice Christmas that year, or nice enough. I know I never forgot him, and I know I never forgot the way my parents welcomed him. To this day, that was the most important Christmas gift I've ever seen. [This story breaks the promise I made on my profile page, to write only fiction. Although many story elements changed during the writing, there really was a Greg (though not by that name), a Christmas eve, and an extra present. There really wasn't a Rachel. I lost track of Greg years ago, but the few things I've heard since were not happy. I've thought of him each of the almost-forty Christmases since, and wish him well. Maybe being welcome in our home for a day or two didn't change his life. I hope it made those few days a little better. And I thank my parents again for letting him stay with us, as I do every time I think of Greg.]