Aprons For Gayle Ch. 05

He frowned, a small flicker of anger in his eyes. He put the bottom of his palm on her jaw and tapped her right cheek lightly. "That was no apology. What your lesson is now is that I want you to understand I will not hurt you. Whatever your past is, no matter what you've been through, I want to bring you pleasure, show you the difference between pleasure and pain. When I must punish you it is in hopes you will not do it again. But I will never, ever harm you."

She wondered what the hell he was getting at. She'd never felt pleasure before with a man ... except for the bath that morning. Before she had fallen asleep she couldn't understand how easy it was for her to orgasm, in the tub, of all places.

"You have to trust me. Do you?"

She wanted to. But she didn't, not really, not yet. A moment of comfort sitting in his lap didn't make a possible sadist lovable. She simply nodded, barely able to look him in his eyes, not really knowing what to say.

"Hmmph. Not a good job convincing me. No worries. When I am through with you today, you will trust me."

Her stubbornness kicked in, and she already told herself she would never trust him. She would serve diners at work, she would work for this stranger for six months, but she would never completely trust anyone again.

As she stared up at the ceiling, he stood between her knees and peered down at her, her body tense and her lips pursed. Her breathing was shallow from nerves, but she had no reason to be anxious.

This was a chance for him to show her he could be soft and gentle, give her pleasure sensually, not just with floggers or paddles as he was accustomed and enjoyed doing. Raising his arms slowly, he placed his fingers flat on her ankles above the restraints with the slightest touch and moved his hands upwards. Grazing his hands over the sides of her knees, he moved up to her thighs, kneading her flesh from the sides before skirting to the top.

Purposefully he avoided touching her crotch as his hands rested on her hips, though he did take a look at her sex. Her pink, fleshy hood and clit were the epitome of the most perfect butterfly-shape of a woman's most intimate core. The bright sun shining in from the window highlighted the onset of moisture hidden around the edges of her lips.

So, I did get to her in the dungeon, he thought. He'd wondered what would get her to soften up enough to react, and he soon got his answer.

She was very surprised how warm his hands were as his hands roamed over her legs and thighs. The strength of his fingers as he molded her skin relaxed her a little, though she had to force herself to forget how much he'd affected her when he touched her in the dungeon, even though she tried to deny it. Everything was so new to her, and now with every touch she was beginning to believe he could bring her pleasure ... pleasure that she never thought she would ever feel.

Running his flat hands up over her stomach leisurely, he bent at his waist and stretched further up her body until he grasped each breast, cupping and squeezing them until she moaned loudly and took a heavy breath. He circled her then erect nipples with his flat palms before pinching and rolling the tips with his forefingers and thumbs. Tilting her head back, her mouth open, he felt her legs shake and squirm and saw her fist and un-fist her hands.

When he noticed her breath come harder and faster, he whispered, "Control your breathing."

Nodding, she took several deep breaths through her nose, held them then exhaled through her mouth. Her chest rose, offering him more of her full, moldable breasts.

"Good girl. That's it. Just relax."

Spending a minute longer on her breasts, he leaned back up and rested his right hand at the very top of her thigh while he ran his left palm over her pussy up and down, letting the pad of his middle finger dig into the crevice of the hood and rubbed it back and forth. Her pussy was slick and warm against his palm, and he could smell her body's excitement.

No longer able to hold back, he placed both thumbs on the outside lips and spread them to further expose her clit. Rubbing his thumbs down to either side of her entrance then back up, he flicked his tongue against the tip of her clit; it twitched on contact.

She kicked her feet and whimpered, her straight legs stiffened. In the same heartbeat she twisted her hands and gripped the thin board tightly; so tight her knuckles turned white in an instant.

Feeding off of her reaction, he covered her clit with his lips and bit softly, making her cry out. Lifting his head slightly to see her face, her mouth was hanging open and her breath coming fast and furious. Not lessening the pressure, he took her clit and sucked on it gently for a moment or two as her head thrashed back and forth, gasps and moans escaping her gritted teeth.

"No. Yes. No ..." she whined.

He knew she was close, and while a part of him wanted to leave her hanging on the edge, he also craved the power she was giving him with her impending climax. His hard cock pressed angrily against his jeans and he craved release as well, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

Keeping her labia parted with two fingers and the tip between his teeth, he wet the fingers of his other hand with her moisture before slipping two inside her swollen, tight pussy. She whimpered loudly as he reached her core, curved his fingers and tapped the small, engorged mound of her g-spot.

"Ohhhh, fuck. Oh fuuu ... Nonono. Oh fuuuu ..." Tears filled her eyes as her toes curled from the ecstasy coursing through her; her body shook and every muscle tightened.

"Hold it!" he barked then dove back on her clit.

"Shhh ... Please," she begged and whimpered.

She started to buck her hips towards him, up and down as he licked and circled her clit with his tongue, varying the pressure as he did so. Tapping her g-spot, he began to penetrate her deeper before bringing his fingers almost out then reinserting them.

He pulled his head back and said loud enough for her to hear through her moaning, "When I count to three you will come for me. Don't hold back. Give it to me."

She barely heard him considering her whimpering echoed back in her ears, but she heard enough. "Yyyyes Siiiiir."

Flicking her clit twice while tapping and caressing her g-spot, he watched her face as he counted. "One," he muttered, still attached to her.

She braced herself as the orgasm built up within her, her spine arching as she forced herself to hold off. Her heart pounded even harder than it had before, threatening to burst from her chest.

"Two."

Every nerve ending in her body was ablaze as his hot breath blew over her clit and pussy; even her nipples tingled with the intensity.

"Three. Come. NOW!"

With a guttural yell, her entire body spasmed as she came hard and long, holding her breath as if breathing would kill her. Something trickled from her and her eyes flew open wide. Terrified she'd just peed on him, she was baffled when she looked down at the top of his ginger-haired head. His mouth was clued to her pussy, his tongue lapping and licking her completely clean.

Throwing her head back down, all the strength drained from her, she tried to catch her breath; her mouth was so dry so could barely swallow. "I ... I'm sorry, Sir," she mumbled.

Licking his lips of her cum, he whispered, "No need to apologize, Gayle."

Unbuckling her legs, he took her legs and brought them together, letting them hang over the edge. Drying his chin and mustache with a hand towel she never noticed he had, he stepped beside her, unhooked her wrists and placed his elbows on the table close to her shoulder.

"I ... That's ..." She still had difficulty speaking from her heavy breathing.

He smiled, but that quickly evaporated when he saw the expression on her face. She was mortified. Thinking a moment, he asked, "You've never squirted before?"

"Squ ... hell no. I'm sorry, Sir."

Then he understood. Shaking his head, he brushed her then-damp hair away from her temples, keeping his hand on the side of her head, running his fingers through her scalp.

"That wasn't urine, little fawn. You ejaculated."

"I couldn't have. Women don't do that."

"I can assure you they do, and you certainly did. Would you like some water?"

Not wanting to press the issue, she let it go and nodded. She briefly wiped her wet eyes before watching him walk away and disappear in the bathroom. When he came out and she looked past his hand carrying the plastic cup, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his crotch as it strained to free itself. Her cheeks burned hot, and a twinge of guilt hit her that he hadn't had an orgasm.

Holding the cup, he stretched out his other hand. "You may sit up."

Hesitantly taking his hand, she let him pull her up. "Thank you, Sir." After he gave her the water, she downed almost all of it before she set it on the table beside her.

Gripping the sides of her face gently, he smirked. "Do you trust me now?"

The rise in endorphins made her feel a little giddy, as she didn't know what he was talking about. She frowned at him afraid to ask, for not wanting to insult him.

He tsk'd but didn't lose his smile. "I think your moans and that orgasm was a yes to the fact I can bring you gratification."

She blushed more from feeling like an idiot. Before she could answer, he tilted her head with his thumbs on her chin and his glare bore into her. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips before fluttering back to her eyes. There was something in his eyes she hadn't seen in them before: Lust was it?

"I've got to let Bessie out for a bit. Would you like to join us or wait for us in the drawing room?"

"I wouldn't mind going outside, Sir." In truth, she wanted to sit to gather her senses and understand what had just happened to her.

Hamish smiled, almost as if he was happy Gayle had answered what he wanted to hear. Whistling loudly, he called out for the dog.

Then he stepped back and Gayle jumped down. She was so weak in the knees she almost went down, but he caught her in time. He'd grabbed her waist and held her tight, his other hand on her upper arm, her breasts tight against his chest; her own hand settled on his shoulder.

She was so startled at his strength and being so quick at catching her that she'd looked at him in surprise, her eyes wide. Her stomach churned with something she'd never felt before, even with her ex. Lust!!

Her heart stopped beating as their eyes locked, something drawing them together like a magnetic attraction. Ever so slowly, their heads drew together like a moth to a flame.

He was lost in her eyes, tracing the golden flecks extending from the irises as his pulse quickened. Not being sure if he should kiss her or not, regardless of how much he wanted to, he watched as she closed her eyes when her lips were a mere two inches from his, thus the answer to his quandary.

Anxiously yet eagerly anticipating the feel of her soft, plush lips on his, the sound of a canine's toes clacking stone filled the room. Trying to ignore Bessie, he parted his lips just as they were about to touch hers.

Bessie suddenly barked and barged her fifty pound sturdy body between their legs, her tail whipping painfully on their shins, instantly breaking the spell that had engulfed them.

Fuck, he grumbled to himself as he pulled back from Gayle, trying to disguise the disappointment on his face. "Bloody bitch!" he cursed, looking directly into Gayle's eyes.

Gayle flinched at the title and tried to rein in her anger, which was incredibly difficult. Taking a deep breath, she thought a moment before she said, "Sir? I do have a name, and bitch isn't it."

Not stepping back, his eyebrows furrowed deeply before his lips slowly curled up. "Damned language barrier. I take it Americans don't call female dogs bitch?"

"Well, um, no." She instantly berated herself for her quick reaction. No one could blame her, though only another American would.

"I can see where the confusion would come from. Henceforth she will be known as bloody dog. Agreed?" Hamish sighed.

Letting his hand slip slowly down her arm, he grasped her hand and looked at her, as if asking mentally if it was okay. She smiled, though she felt her cheeks sting slightly. Relieved she'd accepted his offer, he returned her smile and led her outside to the back garden with Bessie in front of her humans.

Hodges was gardening in one patch of tilled earth, soil on his knees, trowel in hand, a basket set beside him. When Bessie barked and ran towards him, he looked up briefly at the dog before he saw Hamish and Gayle walk towards him. Seeing his boss's new employee naked as a jay bird, he took in such a sharp breath he was certain he'd inhaled some dirt.

Something struck Hodges: Hamish and Gayle made a strikingly beautiful couple.

Gayle self-consciously crossed her free arm over her breasts and tried to hide behind Hamish, but he jerked her hand to his side. Still being a distance away, he whispered, "No."

She looked up at him sharply, wanting to pretend he hadn't just said, 'He's gay. Show off your luscious body.' But with that one simple word, that was essentially what he was saying.

"What are you doing out here, Hodges?" Hamish asked as they stopped on the edge of the grass.

Standing, he wiped his hands and tried not to stare at Gayle's firm, full breasts and hard, spry nipples. "Hamish, Gayle. I'm just getting some things done since I won't be working tomorrow. I'll pull up the veggies Tuesday morning."

"Fine. See you tomorrow," Hamish replied.

"Have a good afternoon, you two."

Gayle was dumbfounded as they walked toward the water fountain where they'd sat before. "Sir? Didn't David say he wasn't working tomorrow?"

"No, he's working tomorrow, just not here. He's driving us into town."

"Oh." She gasped. "Shit! I forgot about the waxing."

Sitting down, Hamish placed the hand holding hers on his thigh. His eyebrow rose curiously as she hadn't yet pulled away, not that he was complaining.

"I would have thought after your sassing punishment you'd remember."

"I'm having a brain fart, Sir. Sorry."

He jerked his head back. "Brain fart?" he asked confused.

"My brains cells have burst with all the ... stuff the past two days. It just slipped my mind."

"Ah. Well, we are going to Edinburgh for the day."

Her face brightened at the thought of the adventure. She'd done some research on what she wanted to see in the city. "Oh!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I would love to see the castle and The Royal Mile. Would we have time --"

"I'm afraid it's not a site-seeing trip, purely business."

Her face then deflated. "Crap."

Looking over her face closely, he saw the disappointment clearly registered. "Lass, if you're good and stop sassing me the way you do, we might visit at the week end. I've got a flat in the city center we can stay in."

She nodded and looked around for Bessie to distract her, but then she heard David talking softly and knew she was with him. She was a little distressed she'd have to earn her rewards instead of them be given to her freely -- Thus the meaning of reward, she reminded herself. Who was she trying to fool?

"The waxing is scheduled for nine then to a few shops; a quick and easy in and out. Maybe lunch in a pub on the way back, if you take the waxing well."

"Okay, Sir," she finally replied, trying not to grumble.

"With the hours' drive and heavy traffic, it'll be an early morning start. You'll have to make breakfast. Think you'll be over your jet lag by then?"

He must be familiar with the two day versus one day jet lag. "God, I hope so."

"Good. You should be fine by Wednesday for your first official work day. I'll be going to work Tuesday and Jessie will show you what to do then. But I should tell you now: On Tuesday, I will leave my slippers waiting for you outside my bedroom door. I will be home at quarter past six. You will kneel beside my chair in the small drawing room, no clothes. Jessie leaves the post on the kitchen table as well as the newspaper. You will have them on the coffee table along with a glass of my Whisky, with ice, and my slippers in front of the recliner. This you will do daily."

Mentally going over the list in her head, she replied, "Yes Sir."

The rest of the afternoon was filled with an afternoon tea then they watched TV in the small drawing room. Hamish didn't want to overwhelm her with worries over what to make for dinner, so he said he wanted a simple baked chicken breast, vegetables and salad.

At almost eight, they sat down to dinner at the kitchen table and started to eat, with Bessie resting at Hamish's feet. The silence between them was perfect for Gayle, as she found it uncomfortable to be eating naked; he'd instructed her to wear an apron while she cooked.

Hamish had stood by the island watching every move she made while she prepared the food. Well, not her moves, actually, but her ass and breasts and hips. He picked up on the fact that she knew she was being watched, but as time went by she was becoming more confident and less self-conscious. It was a beginning; she was right where he wanted her.

All Gayle could think about as she ate was the bondage table he'd set up in the library. Gathering her courage, she asked, "Sir? Where did the table come from you had in your library?"

Sipping his whisky, he replied, "My secret place."

His response didn't quite answer her question, but she didn't push him. "What else do you have?" She doubted he'd give her a straight answer that time.

"St. Andrews Cross, stocks, spanking and bondage benches." He waited for her to ask him to explain what they were or show some shock. She didn't. "You are familiar with them?"

She nodded. "You don't know about The Crucible?"

"The movie? What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?"

She tried not to laugh at the movie reference. "I had to attend a BDSM beginner's class at the club. It was a requirement with the agency."

"Was it a play establishment?" he asked.

She saw a hint of something in his eyes she couldn't put her finger on. Was it jealousy? Recalling his smugness when he told her Hodges was gay, it was becoming a pattern, an unwelcome and unwarranted pattern.

"Yes Sir," she replied. "But I didn't. I wasn't about to have a stranger --" She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw his body deflate. Was it relief?

"I'm done eating," he huffed as he stood. "You may go on to bed when you're finished cleaning. I'll get you up at quarter to seven. We have breakfast and leave at 0730 sharp. Good night."

When he stormed off, Bessie stood and turned her head to her master then to Gayle, as if she was deciding whether she should stay in case Gayle would feed her. In the end, she trotted off out the kitchen door.

What the hell is his problem?! she groaned to herself. It all came back to her why she never wanted another boyfriend: They were all asses, regardless of what country they lived in.

Hamish went directly to his bedroom, closing the door harder than necessary. Throwing himself down on the couch, he rested his head in his hands and shook it twice. "What the fuck is my problem!?" he muttered loudly. "Shyte a brick."

Mr. Hamish McDougal was never a weak man. But here he was, acting like a jealous moron, and on more than one occasion too. He had shown his weakness by returning her family photo. He claimed to be a Dominant and that he wanted a submissive. He got a submissive, a legit and beautiful one, and he couldn't follow through on his own commands.

"Bessie?" he said. Bessie picked up her head where she rested at his feet and wagged her tail. "Where and when, exactly, did my balls fallen off?"

MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 2013

"Ms. Boyce," Hamish said quietly as he stood by Gayle's bed.