4 comments/ 18311 views/ 3 favorites The Conner Family Ch. 04 By: Rugrat60 The Conner Family Stories: 01-"A Gift On Christmas Eve" 02-"Gifts On Christmas Morning" 03-"Nightmares Of A Broken Promise" 04-"The Request" -- current Chapter 04 The Request "Mmmmmmmmm," moaned Jennifer Ann Conner as she arched her back and a soft shudder coursed through her. "Oh ... Ken," escaped her lips. She wrapped her arms about him and pulled him down close and her fingers dug into his back. "You make me feel ... so ... special." His hot body felt so wonderful moving against hers. Kenneth Robert Conner looked down into her eyes and smiled. "That's cause you are." He then leaned down and kissed her. "Always have been. To me." Beyond the bedroom window the day's afternoon sun filtered in, filling the room with a soft light. Jen smiled and returned his kiss with hard passion and slipped her tongue into his mouth as deep as she could reach. She could feel his hot, hard cock withdraw slowly from her soft moist folds and again another soft shudder shivered up her body. At that moment only one thought ran through her mind. She loved Ken so very much. Yes, she remembered they had grown up as nearly inseparable cousins. And they had remained close through the long years. And after her accident and being discharged from the Navy after twenty three years of service, and with her planned future ruined, she had returned home this past Christmas Eve to learn that she and Ken had been adopted. It was forty two years ago, after a tornado had destroyed a large section of the town and had left them both nameless, homeless babies laying naked under wreckage in a street. The two couples, brothers Robert and Sam and their wives, twin sisters, Sharon and Karen, who had discovered them, had each adopted one of them. "Jen, together forever," stated Ken, repeating their childhood saying. "This time a promise," whispered Jen. "One I will keep." Remembering it had been Ken who was the first to reach her at the hospital. His was the first voice she had heard when she awoke into darkness due to the bandages over her eyes. And Ken was the one who was always there through her long months of recovery. And she knew, without hesitation, that Ken would always keep any promise he made her. As he always had as they grew up. And as she knew, no matter the cost, as he had proved a few times. Ken whispered back. "I know, Jen." "All those years." There was a touch of sadness in her eyes. "I am so sorry." "Don't be, Jen." Ken kissed her gently. "We have now. And we have tomorrow. Always." "Yes we do." Jen moved beneath him, rocking her hips upwards towards him. Her whole body was just so incredibly sensitive right now. She delighted at the feel of his warm body on hers and moving with her. And she knew how very lucky she was that Ken wanted her, after all the years, just as much as she wanted him. Even with all her injuries. And the many scars they had left behind. Ken's tongue pushed its way into her mouth and slid about hers. She had never felt this way before with anyone. Not even her ex-husband who had abandoned her. Nor had she ever felt such hot desire for anyone. Jen had, on that Christmas Eve, in the middle of a snow storm, got her brother Brian to take her across town to see Ken. She had to see him. She could not wait another day. She had gotten so use to his always being there during the long months of recovery. She just needed to be close to him. And Ken, on that Christmas Eve, had asked her to marry him. And the fears she had of her now empty future had vanished. And she had quickly answered yes, even before he had finished the question. Ken ground himself into her deeply. Jen gasped in a quick, shallow breath, as she felt Ken's cock push slowly and deeply back into her. Her thoughts went blank as another shudder ran through her. She could do this forever with Ken. The gentle rub down and soft caresses Ken had given her with some oil he had picked up that morning, while they were at the Mall, had stimulated her like she had never felt before. She could not help but shiver again. The shear, long legged and long sleeved, purple velvet negligee she had worn, also bought earlier that day, to tease and entice him, had been discarded to the floor some time ago. Ken's tongue danced with hers and she could still taste the wine they had been sipping at. And mixed in there was the sweet taste of dark chocolate. A long time favorite of hers. There was the sudden brief flash of a memory of her sitting in her quarters aboard ship, half a world away, allowing herself to indulge with a small piece of dark chocolate from a box recently arrived from Ken. A brief moment of sweet, private, indulgence aboard ship. And the warm memories of her childhood the dark chocolate invoked. Ken broke the kiss and leaned down and ran his tongue across her right breast, circling around and across the scars where her nipple had been. Jen loved the soft sensations she got. Not as stimulating as her left breast with its now hard nipple. But it was nice because Ken did not avoid fondling her scared breast. And she was no longer ashamed of the scars that marked her body. She closed her eyes. Waiting in anticipation. Then Ken flicked his tongue across her hard sensitive left nipple. Jen could only gasp at the sensations he gave her. Ken returned his cock into her clinging depths of her wet pussy. "Ooooooohhhh," she shivered as another wave of pleasure spiraled through her mind as Ken's slow moving cock slid out of her folds to rub across her hard, sensitive clitoris. She again indulged in the feelings he gave her. And the taste of dark chocolate and wine vaporized with her last coherent thought as Ken slid his hot member across her hard, wet clit on its way back into her depths. All she could do was moan deeply and focus upon the wonderful feeling between her legs. Jen savored every movement. Every sensation. Every shiver. And every loving moment she held Ken in her arms. Today and tomorrow they had the house to themselves. Ken's mother, Jen's Aunt Sharon, was across town spending the weekend with her twin sister Karen, Jen's own Mom, for a couple of nights of 'girl talk.' Sam, her father, being the Fire Chief, was away for the weekend at a Fire Fighter training program. Earlier Jen and Ken had showered together and then they had wickedly walked about the house naked. And now, with him in their own bed, she was no longer embarrassed or ashamed of her many scars and burns or the lost fingers from her left hand. Ken withdrew again. And now, every time Ken looked at her, there was only love in his eyes. And his welcoming seductive smile. And today, with his lust clearly on display, she could tell by the sight of his hard, stiff cock. She relished the desire he showed. Her body sent another wave of pleasure through her as Ken again sank himself deeply back into her. And his cock felt like it was getting even harder. She could not get enough of him. And she rocked her hips upward to match his movements. "Oh, Jen," muttered Ken as he suddenly thrust hard back into her. They quickly got into a comfortable rhythm which slowly grew faster and harder. Jen looked up into Ken's eyes as he smiled down at her. "I love you," he declared as he thrust hard into her. Jen matched his thrusts but could only grunt up at him as their bodies now began to slam together. Suddenly Ken groaned deep in his throat as his whole body seemed to be thrusting at her, trying to get further into her. Jen knew he was getting close and matched his thrusts, helping to push him to his limit. She knew she was quickly getting there herself, riding on the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Ken shivered as he thrust into her hard then his body suddenly stiffened and he held still. Jen wrapped her arms and legs about him and hooked her feet together, locking him to her. She could feel his cock so wonderfully deep in her. She ground her groin into his. Ken was shaking and he was fully within her. Jen knew that the hard flesh of his cock could be almost painfully sensitive as she held him still within her. Considering how long they had been deliciously fucking. Her thoughts chided herself with her use of such language. Ken suddenly grunted. The first two times today were slow and gentle and loving. And Ken had been focused on getting her off. But now ... She could feel his hard, twitching cock as it pulsed deep within her. And then the hot spray of his seed upon her inner walls. She loved when he came inside her. Now, she told herself with some delight, they were just fucking. She rubbed her groin hard against Ken once more and ... her body exploded with white heat and she grabbed him tight shuddering with her release. Ken let out a long, hesitant sigh as he slowly relaxed on her. They fucked because they both wanted to enjoy each other. Jen kept her arms and legs wrapped about him holding him tight against her. She again rocked her hips hard against him. Ken whimpered. "... aaahhh ... Jen, too sensitive." His body shuddered. Jen pouted up at him as she relaxed her grip on him. "But it's only been three times." "And once in the shower," breathed Ken as he slowly removed himself from her and rolled over beside her. "You're insatiable." Jen whispered, "Only with you." She snorted. "And don't forget the kitchen," added Jen. "Five times." "Yeah. Mom would not be happy," sighed Ken. "If she found out." Jen snickered. "Then maybe we should wash the counter down before your Mom does any baking." "Wonder what that would do," questioned Ken, "to the taste of an apple pie?" Jen snickered again as she pulled up the blankets over them and cuddled against him. "That could be interesting." "And disturbing," said Ken. "I prefer directly from the source." Jen smiled. "I noticed that." "Are you tired?" asked Ken. "Already!" Jen chuckled. "You're ready for more?" "Crap no, Jen." Ken snorted. "Your toy, is way too sensitive at the moment." He lifted up the blankets and looked down beneath them at his crotch. Dropping the blankets he muttered, "I don't think so." "You loose something down there?" "Noooo," sighed Ken. "Looking to make sure it is still there." Jen snorted as she propped herself up to look down at him. "If not that. Then whatever are you suggesting, Sir?" "Maybe an early dinner at Gena's." Jen smiled with delight. "Okay! But I have to shower first." Jen leaned down towards him and sniffed then wrinkled up her nose. "You too. You smell like you've been having sex all day." "I heard no complaints earlier," pouted Ken. "We weren't going out to dinner earlier." Jen sat up and slowly climbed out of bed and stretched. She walked slowly, provocatively to the door. She paused and looked back at him. "If you behave, I'll let you wash my back." "Happy too." Ken quickly climbed out of bed and followed a laughing Jen towards the bathroom. *** *** *** *** **** Jen and Ken were back home in their bedroom. Ken was in warm, blue colored, wool pajamas and Jen was leaning against him in her light purple colored flannels. Her shear purple velvet negligee had vanished into the drawer with her other intimate apparel. "Dinner was wonderful," said Jen. "Good idea. Haven't been to Gena's in years." "You really savored that chocolate cream pie." "Every delicious bit." Jen smiled at him. "You know me and chocolate." Reaching past Jen to the nightstand on her side of the bed, Ken picked up a large unopened manila envelope. He held it out to her. "You've had this since last week. Jen, time to open it." She sighed heavily. "It's from that school." "I know, Jen," replied Ken. She glanced at him. "Okay." Jen held out her right hand and Ken handed it to her. He then handed her a letter opener. Holding the letter opener in her left hand she quickly sliced opened the large envelope and then handed Ken the letter opener. "Nicely done, Jen," stated Ken. "You're getting better doing things with your left hand." "Thanks!" She smiled taking out several sheets of paper. "It's from their principle," stated Jen. After a moment her smile faded. She read on for a few moments. "They want me to come down to visit." She continued to read. Ken waited. "Oh, Ken," she sighed as she leaned against him. "What is it?" Jen handed the top sheet of paper to him. "They want to name their auditorium after me." "Jen, that is so nice." Ken watched a tear roll down her cheek. "What?" Jen sat up and showed him the other pages. "It looks like all the students from the school signed the letter." She continued to flip through the pages. "And the parents." She leaned back against him. "The teachers too." Ken wrapped his arm about her. "What am I going to do?" "Go," replied Ken. "I can't," replied Jen. She held up the sheets of paper. "They claim I'm a hero." She slowly shook her head. "I'm not a hero." "You are to them. And to me." "I don't feel like one," argued Jen. Ken hugged her to him. "So tell me. Just how's a hero suppose to feel?" Jen slowly shook her head. "Don't know." "Is Superman a hero when he stands in front of you and stops a bullet?" "Of course," replied Jen. "No, he's not," returned Ken. "Because Superman knows he can not be hurt by a bullet." "Yeah," agreed Jen. She sighed. "You're right." "Now if Brian," said Ken, "jumped in front of you and took a bullet, would he be a hero, or just your brother?" "He'd be a hero," stated Jen. "Because he would know he could be hurt." "Right!" agreed Ken. Jen held up the papers. "What does being a hero have to do with this?" "Everything!" declared Ken. "But..." started Jen. "How?" "I remember that really long letter you sent me about ejection seat training." Began Ken, pointing at his footlocker. "I still have it if you need a reminder." "I know," replied Jen with a smile. "Your letters have more about my Navy career than my official records show." Ken asked, "So, what makes a hero?" "Not a clue," muttered Jen. "I don't know either," said Ken. "I never did anything heroic." "What about that time back in high school," said Jen, "when those five bullies were picking on my brother." Ken snorted. "You mean George Peters and company?" "Yes! Them." "There was nothing to that." "You and Brian put them to floor," argued Jen. "I had my Black Belt and so did you. And Brian was Brown," stated Ken. "They were a bunch stupid, air head, football players," stated Jen firmly. "Trying to get me to go out with all five of them to 'party hardy.' They were just a bunch of stupid, dead beat, stooges." "Not after Brian and I got done with them." Ken started laughing. "And you put George in his place. Right on his ass." "But why bring them up?" asked Jen. "Cause you stood up to them," replied Ken. "But you and Brian took care of them." "We never touched George," stated Ken. "We left him for you." Jen only pouted and shook her head. "I'm not a hero." "I disagree. But okay!" stated Ken. "You're not a hero. So explain to me what the Navy rules are for the pilot of a jet fighter, fully loaded with fuel, carrying some heavy ordnance, and has two failed engines when flying over a populated area?" "What are the rules?" asked Jen. "Yeah! The Navy rules." stated Ken. "Jen, what did they train you to do? The military has a rule for just about everything." Ken got a pen and on the back of the manila envelope he wrote: RULES!. He then looked at Jen. "Return to the air strip," supplied Jen with a sigh. "Okay. What did you do?" "Well during flying lessons I had an engine quit on me after takeoff." She looked at Ken. "I turned around and landed on one engine." "Duh! Jen," muttered Ken, poking her arm. "Doesn't count." "Sure it does!" "Okay!" stated Ken. "What did you do? You turned around and landed safely." He pointed at his foot locker. "Got that letter too. But that is not what I asked." Jen looked at him and closed her eyes and sighed. "When I had the bird strike that took out both engines." She turned to look at Ken. "I couldn't go back," answered Jen. "And why not?" "Not enough altitude," replied Jen. "Not enough speed. Dropping too fast. And my speed was dropping too." "All good reasons," replied Ken jotting them down. "Now the difference between the two events?" Jen sighed. "I still had one engine the first time. I could keep the jet in the air, but my instructor ordered me to return to the field." "Was that one of them silly rules," asked Ken. "No!" returned Jen. "If something major fails in flight, it might lead to other failures. And you end up in a worse situation. You could even lose the aircraft." "Okay," said Ken. "Now on your training mission in Florida. What about all the clear area around the air field in Florida?" "Why are you asking me all this?" demanded Jen. "Ken, I went through all of this during the inquiry." "I know you did. You were answering their questions, Jen. To figure out what happened. Now the answers will tell you why some of us think of you as a hero." Jen rolled her eyes up as she shook her head. "I am not a hero!" "Then lets prove you're not a hero," said Ken. "If I was a hero," stated Jen harshly, "the Navy would've given me a stupid medal." "Well the students, teachers and the parents are not in the navy," said Ken. "They can't give you a medal. And the Navy won't cause it was a training mission. Right?" "Your point?" frowned Jen. "We'll get to that after you answer my questions," returned Ken. Jen leaned back against the headboard of the bed. She waved her hand at him. "Ask away." She then looked across the room and sighed. "I don't like doing this." "I know, Jen," said Ken. "What about the clear area around the air strip?" Jen sighed. She had her eyes closed. "There's not that much clear space around the air strip at Florida. To many hangers, office buildings and there's the fuel tanks at the southern end. And the flight school where I took lessons." "Okay," replied Ken. "Not enough room." Ken made a note. "What do you do next?" "Ken," stated Jen, "I had already passed the point of return. I just knew I could not have made it back to the field. Even with the clear area on both sides of the landing strip." "So why do you think you could not make it?" "My twenty years of flying experience," snapped Jen. Ken looked at her for moment then turned to the list he was writing. "Knowledge and experience." He looked again at Jen. "What next?" "Sorry." muttered Jen. "Look for a clear spot along your flight path." "Okay. What was there?" Jen looked down at her lap. "The first I saw was the golf course beyond the school to my left. There was a lake to my right past a housing area. Ahead was the highway. It was wide enough. Two lanes plus the breakdown lane. Plenty wide for the fighter. But I could hardly see anything of them as my windscreen was smashed and covered with bird." "So who saw those areas?" "My wing man, Horse and his RIO. And my RIO, Alice Sweet," replied Jen. She shook her head. "The highway was backed up with traffic in one direction. To the east. The other side had too many obstacles for a landing." "Like what?" "Mostly power lines and over passes," replied Jen, nodding. "Then there was a curve. Not enough room for a landing." "Then what?" Jen answered, "Sweet suggested the lake to my right." "And?" "Horse thought it was too far." "Was it?" asked Ken. Jen sighed and looked at Ken. She nodded. "Yeah. It was. And before it there was a crowded housing area. I did not want to land there." "So not a good place to put your jet down?" Jen leaned over against him. "No! It was not. Too many people." The Conner Family Ch. 04 Ken kissed the top of head. "Then what?" "There was only one place left to go for," replied Jen softly. "The golf course beyond the school." "Then what?" Jen answered, "Horse guided me to the golf course. Still could not see out my wind screen. Then I had my RIO, Lt. Alice Sweet, eject." "Why?" asked Ken. "Nothing more she could do back there," responded Jen as she snuggled against him. "At least she would be safely on the ground. And one less thing I had to worry about." Jen turned to look at him. "She would have stayed with me right to the end." "Even if you had to fly it into the ground?" asked Ken. "Yes," replied Jen softly. "She would." Jen turned and snuggled against him. "That's why we made a great crew. I trusted her and she trusted me." Jen sighed. "And that's why you and I always made a great team." Ken kissed the top of her head. "I know." After a moment of silence, Ken asked, "So what next? After Sweet ejected." "Horse suggested a couple of course changes," stated Jen. "To avoid a housing area near the golf course. Then he noted I was dropping to fast." Jen sat up and looked at Ken. "I thought about the parking lot in front of the school. But if I did put the jet down there, I knew the fighter was full of fuel and the weapons. Ken, the jet would have exploded on impact and I would have plowed right into who knows how many class rooms. And the explosion of the jet, the fuel, the wreckage. Never mind the ordnance which would have most likely detonated and killed nearly everyone in the school." "I thought all ordnance and weaponry were not armed until deployed?" "They are," stated Jen. "But in a crashing jet that's exploding with all the burning fuel, who knows what might have happened." Ken sighed. "Hard decisions." Jen pouted and her eyes got misty. "I could not let that happen. I was the pilot. I was responsible." "What about you ejecting?" "Ken," said Jen, looking pained. "I was responsible. Besides, what my parents ... our parents taught me ... us growing up, that we are responsible for our actions. I could not let the jet crash and kill anyone. And not the school. I could not do that. I knew there was a big chance I was not going survive. I knew I had to put the jet down hard. And away from the school." Ken spoke softly. "I know Jen." "About the same time Horse told me I was dropping too fast. So I played with the controls to gain some speed to make it past the school. Then I nosed it down to hit some trees. Trying to keep the explosion confined." She took a deep breath. "Then I punched out." She leaned against him and buried her face at his chest. "I watched the fighter go into the trees and explode. A big fire ball came up at me. I didn't think I would make it." She took a deep breath. Then the fire ball got me. The next thing I remember was waking up to darkness. To noises." She started to cry. "Then ... then someone took my hand and ... and ... then you telling me you were there." Ken just held her tight as Jen softly cried. "Then you told me," she sobbed, "not to go anywhere." Ken held her close until she calmed quieted down. "Jen, by you doing what was necessary to save the people on the ground, the children in the school, by staying with your jet, risking your life, knowing what had to be done. You were a hero that day." Jen hugged Ken a little tighter. "I stll don't feel like a hero. I did what was necessary." "Knowing what you had to do," stated Ken. "Even knowing the risk." "Yes," whispered Jen. "And that, Sweetheart," stated Ken. "Is what heroes do. They step up knowing the danger. And do what they have to do. Just like you did." Ken took the papers from her and set them on the bed between them. He then hugged her close. "Jen, you are going to have to do something very hard. Harder than crashing your fighter jet that day." He paused and added, "Harder than your recovery." Jen just sighed and settled against him. Ken reached over and turned her face up towards him so he could look into her eyes. "We will both go down there. So those students can meet a real life hero. Their hero. And Jen," he looked at her. "Then you let them say thank you." Jen made to speak. Ken continued. "Jen, that is something not everyone gets to do. Specially to someone that actually saved your life." Jen leaned back against Ken. She took a deep breath and sighed. "You know I'll cry a bucket of tears." "I'll bring plenty tissues." Jen suddenly chuckled. She looked up at Ken. "Okay. When shall we go?" Ken shook his head. "My schedule is posted on the wall in the office. Why not call them on Monday and set up something." "Okay," replied Jen. She kissed him. "How long?" "Jen, talk with them and see what they want," replied Ken. "Then block out the time. And add some extra days. We can take a little vacation while we're down there." Jen leaned back against him and began to rub his chest. "I think I know one thing I want to do." Ken reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. "You're letting your hair grow." Jen nodded. "I've not had long hair since I went to flight school." Jen smiled at him. "I remember how much you liked my long hair." She then pointed at the closet. "I think I'll bring my helmet down and let the school have it." "Are you sure? Jen settled back against him. "Its not like I'll be needing it again." "Jen, I think they would like that." The End "The Request" The Request The moment he put the phone down I felt a surge of joy rise inside of me. Okay, that's strictly not true; it had been there all day, like a troupe of ballet dancers in steel-toed boots had taken up residence in my gut. I was behaving, I knew, like some dorky teenager about to embark on a first date. The fact was, I wasn't and neither was he. Even still, I couldn't shake off the thought that something might go horribly wrong or that I, or worse, Sven, might wake up one morning and realise that this whole thing was a terrible mistake. What was weirder still was the ever growing realisation that it wasn't going to happen and that I was positively stupid with love for him. "The things I do for you, huh?" he gave me a wolfish grin and settled the handset back into the cradle. He was focused on pulling off his shoes, kicking them absent-mindedly under the table in the small hallway. Sven and I were trying to avoid a Christmas mixer for our apartment block and our plan had worked. I had been struck down with something that was simply awful and he was playing the role of nurse beautifully. Or so everyone thought. "Thank you." I walked over, wound my arms around his waist, luxuriated in the way he felt against me, the cold from the street still clinging to him in the warmth of the apartment. "I really need this." "I noticed." Sven said. "I nearly rang up and cancelled this morning but didn't." "Thank you." I said, at once surprised and touched by the revelation. " You're always looking out for me." "I try." he shrugged, kissed my forehead. "You'll just have to have had one of those 24-hour bugs or something." I nodded. The 24 hour bug was one of science and nature's greatest gifts. Nature had provided the best excuse for nearly anything one didn't wish to attend and Science had been kind enough to fail to cure it and work on solving cancer and dementia instead. "You got my text, then." "I did." he turned and smiled, grabbed a jug of water from the fridge. "Do you want anything?" I shook my head and leant against the wall. "No. Are you definitely sure you're okay with it?" He set down the jug, gulped greedily from a glass. I watched the muscles in his neck move, felt the nerves in my lips tingle in sympathy, desperate for him after a long day of waiting. "I am." I grinned, bounced about a little too enthusiastically. "Drink your water, then." I said. "Then we can start." "Eager, much?" Sven said. "You have no idea." I kissed him hard, shivered to myself when he purred back, moaning into my mouth. "I've been thinking about it for ages." "So have I." He said. "More than I thought I would. I blame you, sugar." "What's that supposed to mean? I wish you weren't always so cryptic." "I just meant that...I don't know." He tailed off, his eyes flickering over my face. The tension was killing me, knotting up in my gut, solidifying like cement. "Pain was something that I wasn't always comfortable with but then you showed up and now I have all kinds of terrible thoughts." "Well?" I pressed him further, impatient with desire. "That's nothing to be ashamed of and I won't do anything that you don't want to do, okay? You tell me what you're comfortable with." "No," Sven shook his head, leant against the counter. "It's not that, I know you will, sweetheart. It's just, you really want this?" I nodded, tried not to take his questioning of my suggestion as an insult. "Of course I do." I smiled. "Please don't think of me as some sweet, blushing ingenue now that I'm marrying you. Don't be that guy." "Now why would I do that?" he smirked, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close to him. I kissed him hard, my hands running through his hair. I settled my hand on his shoulder, pressed my thumb against his cheek, the nail just a smidge too rough against his flesh. "You know what I love about you?" I said. Sven gave me a long, slightly cynical look. "What?" he asked, "My winning smile, my eagerness to please you?" I shrugged, "Apart from those." "What?" "You're the only man who I felt like I could be both with. You know, the old smart or sexy, madonna or whore problem. So many men make women feel like they have to pick." I hadn't wanted to admit this but it had been true from the first weeks of our relationship. Not once had Sven made me feel like our relationship was just kink or that he could only see me as some inhuman dominatrix fantasy. I had never stopped delighting in the way he made everything seem so completely comforting and utterly natural. "You respect me." "Respect is earned." He said, as thoughtful as ever. "How could I not want to take pain for you?" he laughed. "You're so good. So tender and brutal and then-" he kissed me, "There's that god damn grin." I cocked my head at him, inquisitive. "Not so bad yourself, have I ever told you that?" "Once or twice." He said, nuzzling my neck. "I could stand to hear it again." I let him kiss me, nibble at my clavicle and begin unbuttoning the tiny pearl buttons up the front of my shirt. I did the same to him, our hands avoiding each other's movements expertly. "You smell so good." I said, desire knifing right through my torso so that it hit right against the sweet spot between my thighs. "So good." Sven pushed me against the kitchen counter and I grinned against him in response, my teeth catching his lip. His fingers ran over my neck, tortuously slow and so deliciously cool against my heating flesh that I shivered in his grip. My fingers were lower now, working efficiently at his belt, the old chinos and underwear falling away, landing with a soft clink on the kitchen lino. I nibbled his earlobe, kissed the smarting flesh when he mewled at me. "On your knees." I purred. "Now." He did as asked, his arms out as though welcoming whatever I would give him. "Take that smirk off your face." I said. "Or I will." "Please." He said, still cocky. "I would like that." "Are you definitely sure?" I asked. "Because I will gladly subject you to everything I whispered about last night and everything I thought about this morning and things you cannot even imagine I am capable of." "This morning?" He raised an eyebrow. "While you were in the shower." I said, my voice dropping to a low whisper. "I thought about making you cry and beg." "Oh." Sven's eyes widened. "I see." I nodded, watched the colour rise in his cheeks. "I like to think about getting you nearly there but not quite." I teased. "I like to orgasm over you not having orgasms." "I know you do." My mouth was inches from his ear now, my fingers wound into his hair. He sighed happily as I spoke, like my words had slaked some need deep within him. There were only one or two things which made me happier than watching him begin to melt and harden all at once and I was fully prepared to show him what they were. "Do I have your consent?" I asked, moving his head back slowly, the languid movement masking the need that boiled inside me. I thought it best to start slow given what I had planned, what I'd spent all day thinking about. He nodded, swallowed hard. "Yes, Ma'am. Please, I want you to." "Good." I kissed him on the cheek, felt the familiar bass line in my panties spike up when he leant towards me, his eyes closed. "Then let's begin." When I directed him to go and sit on the sofa Sven looked confused but went and sat down anyway. I followed him, wine and couple of glasses in hand and began pouring. "What are you doing?" he asked, "I thought-" "No harm in taking the edge off first." I said, passing him a glass. "It'll do you good. I don't want you rolling drunk, obviously, but you know, I don't think there's any harm in lubricating the barriers a bit." "Right." He took the glass from me, sipped. "Is this one of ours?" I nodded, "Your mum gave it to me before we left. It's the last one, I'm afraid." "Well then, it seems right we have it now." Sven said, his face turning thoughtful, staring into the glass. "Don't worry." I squeezed his thigh, smiled at him, knew that he was probably thinking of home and the past, of the shadows that he so rarely spoke of. "I know how you feel about all this. I know that there are things you want that are difficult for you to deal with. So do I. That's why I think a little talk might help to mark the boundaries, it's so important to talk, to check in." "Yeah. Definitely," he said. "Of course. Even now, after all this time." "Even now. It's very easy to agree to do things when you're in the moment." I said. "Easy to agree when your dick is hard and I refuse to let go." He nodded, laughed from behind the glass remembering everything he'd promised me. It floated quite visibly across his face then, his flickering eyes and bouncing thigh gave him away immediately. "Except I really do want it now. I want you. I want this." He leant forward, set the glass on the coffee table. "I want to suffer for you." I laughed, stroked his cheek. "You know just what I want to hear, don't you?" "Yup." Sven flashed me a grin but soon enough, his face settled again. "I know just what you like." "And you're really prepared to eat your words. To hurt for me? To be humiliated?" I kissed him hard, melted a little inside when he nodded back from beneath me, his arms pulling me against him. "I was thinking I tie you up, beat you, edge you a little." "A little?" he raised an eyebrow at me, knew me too well. "Okay," I conceded, "Until you're a begging, sweaty mess and it hurts. Until then." "That's my girl." he laughed. "And, yes, happily." "Keep talking like that, sugar," I growled "and I'll devour you right away." "Please." "Ask again." I whispered, kissing his neck. My fingers were toying with his nipples. "Please," Sven sighed, his breath curling like smoke against my ear. "Please devour me, fuck me, use me in any way you want to. That I get to serve you and make you happy, baby girl, is the chiefest of all pleasures in my life." "What about bruises?" I asked. "I'll his them under my shirt and smile when they ache." He cooed. "I'll feel warm inside, proud of them." He could be down right romantic when he wanted to be, I thought, a real schmaltzy bastard. I laughed and planted another kiss on his nose that he soon turned to mouth, flicking up his jaw and catching my lip. I kissed him back, but found I was frustrated because no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I told him or how hard I kissed him or how close I pressed my body against his, I couldn't ever be sure that he understood what he meant to me. But maybe, I thought, just maybe, pain would be enough. If I could make him moan and sweat and ache for me, maybe them he'd know just what I felt. If I held him close while he was vulnerable and built him up when he was tired maybe then he'd get just a little taste of how much he meant; how nourished I was by his presence in my life and of the overwhelming strength I had found because of his ability to be vulnerable in front of me. "One more thing." I said, the breath hitching in my throat, the throbbing between my thighs turned high and hard. My lips were tingling from kissing and my mouth was dry. It had been a long, damn day that was for sure. "What?" Sven asked, his face falling serious again, his eyes settled on mine. I took his hand, kissed his long, pianist's fingers. "I want to make you cry." I admitted. "I need to make you understand." * * How could I start? How could I begin to explain the feeling that I got when he was tied to the d-ring in the doorway to our bedroom. I couldn't. And so, instead of trying to tell him, I buckled his collar around his neck and took what I wanted. Showing him was easier. Taking the trust he had given me and using it for my own ends was an honour, every time that he consented. Because every time we played was just a little more of himself unravelled and knotted into me and a little more of me knotted into him so that we became entwined; stronger as the sum of our parts. "That face you pull." I mused, my fingers hooked into his collar, holding him in place. "It's so cute the way you still get coy on me." He shrugged, blushing. "I don't know, it just...happens. I feel safe here." I smiled. "You know I once heard a woman, another domme, describe to me the way she could just tell, just feel, if someone was submissive and at the time I thought it was bullshit. I didn't understand what she meant because I was a newbie and we were also on our third bottle of wine so-" I broke off, shrugged, thinking back to the night almost ten years previously when the beautiful, brilliant older sister of a friend wiped my tears after some teenage dickbag broke my heart and began telling me about a different kind of love, one that would change my life forever. "So what?" Laughing, I gave Sven's collar a jerk. "Not subby enough to be quiet yet, are you?" I smiled. "No, Ma'am." He laughed. "You're going to have to shut me up." I shook my head at him, shot him my most disdainful look. "For so long I never believed her, never thought that you could really tell." "Can you?" Sven asked, moving from foot to foot, anticipation rising within him, his eyes never leaving mine. "Of course." I stroked his cheek with my palm, my fingers trailing gently over his chest, light enough to tease a shiver from him. "Even with that chatty little mouth of yours I can tell. It's in your shoulders, the way you look at me, the way you bend your head just so." I was inches from him now, my palm pressed against the back of his neck. He leant into the crook of my arm and I smiled to myself, kissed his temple. "Just like that, sweet thing." "It's just so easy with you." He whispered. "It's like coming home." "I know." I drove my fingers up into his hair and watched his eyes flicker, his breathing get heavier. "Because I know that all you need is to be told what do do, isn't it? To have someone to suffer for." "You." He answered, the admission twisting between us. "I want to suffer for you, Mimi." I smiled, kissed him again. "You're saying all the right things tonight." I mused. "I like it." "Thank you, Ma'am." He grinned. At the last moment, he winked and I laughed aloud, my surprise barely hidden. "I'm glad I can please you." "You know all of your fooling around is making it very difficult for me not to want to do frustrating, tortuous things to you." I said. "And I know you'd like that." My hand sank lower, though I never let my eyes leave his face, the way his eyelids closed made the blood rush through me so that it felt like molten metal under my skin; I was in love and ten feet tall. I let my fingers curl around his cock, gentle at first, skin barely meeting the skin so that his back arched and he tried desperately to meet my touch. I watched him wriggle for a moment, gasping and laughing as he tried to manoeuvre and failing as I jerked my hand away. I still hadn't even discussed that first time I'd played, not really, though the memory bubbled up then as I touched him, this man who was to become such an integral part of my life and was so utterly different to the first boy I'd been with about a thousand years ago. The first time was with a pretty, blonde boy I'd met at university, the two of us jammed into my narrow cot in a freezing, tiny dorm room. They stood like night and day next to each other, the first and the last, opposites in every possible way. Though, I realised, there were a few things that remained the same; the flicker in the eyes and the pouting, touch starved mouth, both of them eager to please. I was a sucker for a good set of puppy eyes and there was a funny kind of electric that existed whenever we played. Then, everything became so beautiful, so significant precisely because Sven wasn't some one night stand picked up in a sweaty bar and there was years of meaning laid down behind every move. Not that there was anything wrong with hookups, I'd just done it enough by then to know that this was what I'd wanted, what I'd been looking for since the very first time when I was eighteen and clueless, terrified of getting it wrong. I wanted him and only him and everything that only his submission gave me. He was top shelf stuff and I was utterly intoxicated. Sven and I had our own kind of nearly-married hetero love and I could live with it, that was for sure. Of course, there were days when we were bored, when we couldn't stand the sight of each other but we pushed on because we both knew that these moments were inevitably outweighed by the times when there was no one else we possibly could have turned to; to be human, to be vulnerable, to be the very truest versions of ourselves, to be hungry for each other. Because it was no longer just playing as it had been at the beginning but something that I couldn't have even started to comprehend until I felt it; that we were carried by one another, loved and safe now. That we could fill our bellies and come back for seconds if we really wanted. My hands traced upward over his chest, through the hair there, then settled around his shoulders. I hugged him with the full length of my body pressed against his, kissed his neck then moved to his mouth and felt his tongue meet mine in the dark. I wanted to kiss him forever. " You're softening, Ma'am." He whispered. "I can hear that grin." I said, not moving my chin from the curve of his neck. "True, though." He whispered. "Isn't it?" He kissed my shoulder and I could feel his arms move, pulling against the ties that fastened his wrists above him. Without warning, I sent my knee upward right between his thighs with just enough force that he grunted loud and hard against my shoulder, sending expletives arcing into the quiet. "Is it?" I asked. "You cheeky fuck." "No, Ma'am." The response came out as a strange wail, pain flickering forward with only the faintest tone of frustrated humour behind it. "You think that's funny?" I asked, my voice diamond hard with desire. "Huh?" "No." He answered, "No, Ma'am." "You had it coming." I chided. "You agreed to pain, didn't you?" He nodded. "I did. I-" "What?" I laughed, watching Sven open his eyes and glower at me. "I should have known you'd do that." "Rookie mistake, boy." I said. "You should have seen that one coming." "Ugh." Sven sighed, sheepish that he hadn't. "You were hardening up nicely, too, weren't you?" I toyed with his cock, my mouth inches from his. He nodded. "Yes." I nodded back. "Don't want you too excited yet, do we?" My hand was jerking him faster now, rubbing him in even, firm strokes. "No." He said. "Could you try that again without the grin?" I asked, my palm was cradling his balls. "I thought you were all about being my plaything tonight, not being a little bitch." "I'm always your little bitch." he purred, his eyes getting big again. "Aren't I?" I landed a slap across his face, hard and low, right across that pretty, butch jawline of his so that I didn't do any serious damage and got the shock I needed. He gawped at me like a hooked fish. "That's better." My voice was level again, a cool crust over the magma below. "Now," I said. "Let's focus." "Yes, Ma'am." I stood to the side, began rubbing his chest like I was back in the home counties with my pony and the fancy private school I kept trying to run away from. "You're getting bratty because this frightens you, aren't you?" I kissed Sven's shoulder, watched him pull a face. "No, I- " he took one look at my raised eyebrow and let his shoulders sink, pulling forward on the ropes again. "How the fuck do you do that?" he whispered. "Every fucking time." "And now you're getting angry." My voice was still level, calm in the face of his grunts. "It's okay. You're safe, it's just me, baby. No one else has to know your dirty, little secrets." My hand was curled around his cock again, wanking the first clear droplets from him, his face fading up and down between pleasure and frustration. "No one needs to know all those things that make your dick hard." I cooed. "It's just me, just us, isn't it?" The Request I landed a hard slap on his bottom, felt it reverberate right back through my palm. It hurt but it was worth it just to see him squint and struggle a little. "Yes, Ma'am." He sighed. "Yeah, yes, yes." I built up a nice rhythm with the spanking, enjoying the way he was colouring up on both sets of cheeks. Mewling and whining had never looked so cute. Sven bit his lip, looked surprised when I stopped. "Good boy." I purred, "You're doing great, sweetheart." "Thank you, Ma'am." he said, trying and failing to nuzzle at me. I stepped towards the toy bag that I'd pulled out of the wardrobe the moment I got home and grabbed a bottle of lube. "Let's play a little game." I said, my voice pure sugar as I poured a little of the viscous liquid into my palm. "You're good with numbers, aren't you?" "Oh, fuck no." Sven wailed. "Please don't make me count." "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow and shrugged, perfectly nonchalant. If he wanted to play games, then games I would give him. I wiped my lubed up hand on a towel and pulled off my panties. They were damp and thick with the scent of a day's worth of arousal. "Open your mouth." I said, my thumb running gently over his lips. Sven did as asked and I placed the crotch of the underwear into his mouth, hooked the thin, elastic over his ears for a makeshift gag that seemed to have the desired effect. He blinked down at me, his eyes mischievous. "Well played?" I raised an eyebrow, went back to slicking his cock with the lube, watched him nod. I smiled, satisfied. "I know. Seems like you like it more than you're letting on." I laughed, my nails tickling the sensitive tip. "I can feel you getting harder." I said, "I love it when I can feel you harden in my hand." I ran my thumb over the tip, down over the frenulum, skating in a thin, sensuous ridge all the way to the base. I squeezed his balls, bent my head to suck his nipple. "You're full aren't you?" I asked, my voice high and lilting pushing on the humiliation a little harder. "I'm going to get every last droplet out of you, you know?" Sven moaned behind the gusset of my panties and I smiled up at him, kissed his cheek as I squeezed again. I reached up, pulled his wrists free from where they'd been secured above his head. "Stretch out." I said, "I think fingering you will be easier if you're laid out, ready for me." My arm around his waist I guided him to the bed, pulled my underwear from his face. "Baby, please just fuck me." He begged. "Babe, come here, please." "Stop." I grabbed his arms, pushed him down onto the bed. "Be patient." "It hurts already." He sighed, "I've been thinking about it all day." "Oh." I pouted, mocking his tone, "So have I." I said. "But, unlike you, I was allowed to relive myself." "Did you?" he whispered. We crawled onto the bed, our mouths meeting. I dug my fingers into his chest, kissed him hard, heat flaring between us. Ice queen be damned, I thought, how the hell could I stay imperious when he was so very good at being cute? I pulled off my skirt and with it, shed my bra and shirt with enough speed to make Sven giggle. I smiled back, stretched out next to him. "This was not the plan." I said. "You were meant to be crying not laughing." He shrugged. "There's still time. Knowing you, anything could happen at this point." I nodded, my hands running gently over his hips. I sat up and swung my feet off the bed. "It could." I agreed. "Now lie out." Once he was lying out on the bed, breathing hard, his eyes flickering over me like a caught animal, I began rifling through the toybag again. I stood, stared down at it, not quite sure what I should pick out next or even if I should pick anything at all. My clit was so damn hard I could barely make a decision. I was holding my strap on, its thick, purple cock hung through the o-ring while trying to decide if I could be bothered with the rope. "Shall I get the lube?" he asked, rolling over and eyeing the cock. I looked up at him, "No." I said. "I'm not going to peg you. Not tonight." He looked dejected as I dropped it back into the bag and I couldn't help but laugh at him. "My cunt'll do just fine." I grinned. He seemed a little happier then. Sven might not have got my cock but I sure as hell was going to take his. Every last inch of it, that was for sure. I crawled forward, pinned his wrists to the sheets and kissed him hard. Sven managed to pull himself up, wrapping his arms around me. For a moment, I let him, luxuriating in the feel of his body against mine. Sometimes the simplest things were the best; or me, topping wasn't about high heels or rope or any kind of protocol at all, it all boiled down to the way a man looked up like his entire soul was glinting in his eyes, ripe for the taking. As though I could walk up and grab it like an expert jewel thief, his balls in my back pocket. I ran my hands over his chest and sucked at his neck. "Now lie the fuck down and let me have you."