Hero Worship Pt. 04

My mind was always just a whirl of activity every day, and by the end I was desperate to get out to my work. Friday and Saturday nights I didn't get a chance to even talk to Aly, but it seemed like every time I checked my phone there was some little 'thinking of you' texts from her, which would give me a fresh burst of energy. Maybe she really was a muse.

Monday night I worked until three AM, but finished with a two-foot model of the sketch I'd shown to Aly, the one with the woman floating in the air, arms thrown back. It felt incredible holding it in my hands. Another was an abstract of a cliff face battered by a pounding tsunami. It had occurred to me as a dark clash of nature, Earth vs. Water, but now, somehow it had changed from a war to a celebration of nature's power and majesty. It was so subtle, and maybe even all in my head, but it was still profound to me.

I thought about sleeping for a few hours on one of the cots out at the warehouse, but after being late last week I didn't want to take the chance of it happening again, so I made the drive home. I realized after about ten minutes that I had no business being on the road as tired as I was, especially on a motorcycle, but I was committed, and somehow I made it back safely, stripping off my top and jeans before collapsing into bed.

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It was so warm, like I'd been wrapped in a blanket. A sigh escaped my lips as I rolled over, my arms encircling something as I did. Not sure what it was, but it felt so nice. Something moved gently against me, and I pulled it close. Then it giggled, which brought me back to consciousness.

I opened my eyes, and found them staring into Aly's soft brown irises. I had no idea how she was there, but I felt my cheeks stretch into a smile.

"Hi, sleepyhead." Aly kissed me gently on the shoulder.

I slid my hand over her bare back and down past the skin of her bottom. "This is a dream." My fingers traveled over a smooth leg, which was lying on top of my hip. "A wonderful, impossible dream." How could Aly be naked in my bed?

She gently nestled in, lifting my chin with her head and her soft lips giving gentle suction to my neck, making me sigh. I didn't think you could feel things in dreams.

I ran my fingers through Aly's soft hair as I began to come around, letting myself enjoy her soft kisses for a moment before pulling away so I could kiss her forehead. "How are you here?"

"You left the door open. When I got here you were sound asleep. So I just climbed in next to you. It was nice."

"But I set my alarm." I looked over and pressed the button on my digital clock radio. Ten PM. Oh, man.

"See, if you used your phone for an alarm like a normal person this wouldn't happen."

"I like waking up to the radio. And it worked out. This isn't too bad." I pulled her close to me as she laughed. "Besides, this has to be the fastest I've ever gotten a girl naked on a date."

"Ooh, do I win a prize?"

"Yes, you do." I captured her mouth with mine and rolled her onto her back. I worked down over her jaw and found the soft spots on her neck that she loved.

"Ohh, My Lady."

The purr of pleasure in her voice made my head swim. I still didn't know what it was, but nothing on earth was as magical as hearing Aly moan in ecstasy. The only thing that came close was her incredible flavor. Or maybe the feel of her skin against mine. Or maybe it was the way she cuddled against me after sex. Oh, shit, who cares? One thing my head could agree on was that it had been far too long since I'd touched her, and I was going to rectify that right now.

I spent a few delicious moments worshipping her lovely, soft breasts, before heading south to my ultimate destination, where I lost myself in her nectar. Soon Aly was bucking and wailing under my ministrations as I brought her to bliss.

I kissed my way back up her body as she recovered. "Did you enjoy your prize?"

"Oh, yes, My Lady. Thank you."

I stroked her hair. "That's good, because I very much enjoyed giving it to you. And I don't want to lose that, to be able to pleasure you whenever I want."

Aly's face changed. "Of course, My Lady. I want you to do whatever you want."

I rolled on top of her and pinned her to the mattress. "And I want you to be mine. Completely and only mine. Is that what you want?"

Aly's eyes were wide with wonder and desire. "Oh, yes. So much."

"Ok. So first thing. What are the boundaries? What do you know you don't want? Have you thought about that?"

Aly nodded. "Yes, My Lady, I have, some. A lot, really."

"And?" She looked so vulnerable, I could see it in her every movement. She was laying her heart bare for me. It was the ultimate act of submission.

"Pain. I don't want you to ever hurt me. I mean...." She bit her lip adorably. "Maybe a little playful spanking, but no real pain. I don't think I'd like that."

I hid the huge sigh of relief I was feeling. The biggest thing I'd seen in my research that scared me was gone, and that felt great. Aly, she was the most precious thing in the world, and I didn't think I could ever hurt my baby. But it did leave a question unanswered. "What if you've been bad, and I need to punish you?"

Her face split into a wicked grin. "You'll just have to be creative."

The thing is, several possibilities did immediately spring to mind, and the thought of them made me shiver with anticipation. "I'll take that under advisement. Anything else?" I tried to put a little husk in my voice, leaning forward a little and fixing her with my best 'I want you now' gleam. Her eyes went wide as I did.

I could tell that she had to work to organize her thoughts. I loved the feeling of power it gave me. God, maybe I really was a Dom. I knew I was loving this.

She finally found her voice. "A few more obvious things. Um...I want it to be just you and me, no one else. You can't share me. And I don't like the idea of public humiliation, that doesn't excite me. Anything else, anything you want, we can discuss."

"OK. I thought we already discussed that first bit, but...."

"I know, I just...."

"Shhhh." I put my finger over her lips, and she stopped talking. I ran my fingers down her arm, taking her hand and placing her palm on my chest. "Can you feel my heartbeat, baby?"

"Yes, My Lady."

I covered her hand with mine. "This heart and this body are yours, and only yours. No one else's, ever." Then I covered her chest with my palm, which could feel her tripping pulse, going way faster than normal. "And this heart and this body. To whom do they belong?" My eyes bored into hers, and I could feel her trembling beneath me. I was soaking wet, and It wasn't going to be long before I couldn't control myself any more, and I would need to take this incredible young woman.

"They belong to you, and only you, My Lady."

I ran a finger over her lower lip, which made her gasp. "And this mouth, what is its primary purpose?"

"Ohhh, God. To pleasure My Lady."

I stroked her hair, and she leaned into the contact. "That's correct. I think it should get started, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, My Lady." I put my hand behind her head and pulled it up, burying her mouth in my neck, where she began nibbling and sucking and kissing, and the world sort of fuzzed out. She stopped only long enough to peel off my shirt and sports bra, and then she was back to it.

I let her roll me onto my back, and I held her tight as she suckled on my pulse point, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against mine. And as magical as it was, I wanted that tongue wrapped around my clit.

I gently nudged her head away, looking into her eyes. "Baby, you know what I like?" I slipped my little finger into her mouth, which she began sucking on immediately. "What I want this amazing tongue to do?"

She wrapped her tongue around my pinkie as best she could, eyes still locked on mine.

"That's right. Get to it."

She began kissing down my body, over my sternum and between my breasts, while she massaged them gently. Over my stomach she went, until she reached my underwear. "Oh, My Lady smells amazing."

"I'm glad you like it, baby, it's all for you."

Off my boy shorts went, and Aly eased my legs apart while I relaxed into my pillow preparing for the heaven to come. My baby knew me well, that my nub couldn't take the direct contact quite yet, so she began to worship my sex, licking and sucking on my lips, penetrating my opening, caressing my hood. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, a look of serene happiness on her face, almost like she was enjoying this as much as I was. I couldn't get over that.

Generally the girls I'd been with had been so different. I'd seen looks of shame, of distaste, of fear, but never this, this total engrossment in my pleasure, not even from Gillian. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

My breathing was coming in shallow gasps, and a few minutes later I knew I was ready. So did she, it seemed, and she pulled my clit into her mouth, wrapped it in her tongue and my world exploded in bliss.

- Aly -

Oh, God, I loved this. Just immersing myself in Taylor's flavor, feeling her body moving against me, knowing I was giving My Lady, the most incredible woman on Earth, such pleasure made me almost giddy. I was worshipping my hero, and she deserved every ounce of joy, every measure of devotion I had.

I don't know how many orgasms I gave her, but eventually she pulled me up into her arms, whispering how wonderful I'd been, how much she'd loved it, how happy I made her. I'm not sure which felt better, the loving words or the fingers stroking my clit, but either way I shuddered into a beautiful orgasm that was as much soul as body.

Taylor held me to her, and her tummy gave a little rumble. "Oh, is My Lady hungry?"

"I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Yesterday dinner? Or yesterday lunch?"

She looked away. "I don't want to talk about it."

I glared at her. "Taylor, sweetheart, you have to eat."

"Alright, fine, where do you want to go?"

Why did this feel so good, holding each other, being close, without any boundaries? We talked it over, and I subtly tried to draw out what she wanted. This was going to take a little practice. I wanted her to be making the decisions, and I know she did too, deep down. But my handsome, powerful, magnificent butch was still a conservative girl from Idaho, where she'd been taught since childhood nice girls didn't make demands. Nice girls were deferential and accommodating, and, as far away from home as she'd run, things like that ran deep.

We ended up at a nearby New York style deli that I'd finally gotten Taylor to recommend. We were standing in line, our fingers interlaced, my other hand on her elbow. "So what's good here, sweetie?"

"I've never had anything bad. Do you like pastrami?"

I gave her a wide smile and nodded. It actually wasn't my favorite, although it was fine, but I really wanted her to order for me.

She looked down at me. "How do you like it?"

"Whatever way you think's best. I'm in your hands." I gave her an adoring smile. I could tell she wasn't exactly comfortable for a second, but eventually the corners of her mouth lifted and she nodded.

"Ok, you asked for it." One more customer and we were at the counter.

"How can I help you?" The girl, who was wearing a nametag that said 'Katrina', looked at us, and I just grinned up at Taylor, who stepped up to the occasion.

"I'd like a turkey club on white, grilled, and a cup of beef and barley soup please, and she'll have a pastrami on rye with only spicy mustard, with a cup of the tomato bisque. Two drinks." We took a plastic number and went to find a seat. I took the cups.

"What do you want to drink, sweetie?"

"Oh, um, Sprite, please."

I filled the cups with ice and the lemon-lime soda. I set one in front of Taylor.

"Thank you, baby."

I let my hand trail over her shoulder as I sat next to her. "My pleasure." I flashed my eyes at her and dropped my voice. "And thanks for ordering for me, My Lady."

I sat down and ran my leg up hers, smiling widely. Taylor returned my grin and shook her head. "You enjoyed that, huh?" I nodded, which made her chuckle. "And don't think I didn't notice how you got me to choose the restaurant, baby."

My smile widened as my cheeks heated up. "So, I do have something I have to talk to you about. Remember how we were talking about my senior project? I want to ask you about it. I did a computer drawing, let me show you."

I pulled my tablet out of my backpack and opened it to the images I'd shown the professor "What do you think?"

"Wow, Aly, this is amazing."

"See, I thought this could be the event room, here with all the windows, great view of the beach and water. Can you imagine a whole bunch of fancy dressed people, music playing, happy bride and groom, or bride and bride, whatever?" I was grinning now. I really wanted her to be impressed, but I could see the wheels in her head turning. "What are you thinking?"

"You know what would be interesting? See how you curved this out?" She pointed to the huge expanse of windows that ran around the third floor overlooking the ocean and beach. "What if instead it were shaped like the bow of a ship, like it was ready to sail right off the coast and into the bay."

My eyes widened as I saw it. "Yeah." I grabbed the stylus and started making notes right on the screen. "And the top could be like a deck, with seating and tables."

"Sure, and a food court shaped like a cabin."

"Can you imagine the photos?"

"It would be amazing."

We kept going, barely noticing when our food arrived. I did pause long enough to take a bite of my pastrami on rye, which was really good. Maybe the pastrami I'd had before had been second rate, or maybe it was because My Lady had ordered it for me.

As for the beach center, a lot of the technical things, like how much square footage would be needed for the command center, how big Jennifer's office should be, would be for another night. Now we were just doing the fun, creative stuff.

And it was lovely. Taylor's mind was so quick, and she could look at a picture and almost see it moving. I knew she was imaging herself at the apex of the bow, riding the waves as the sea breeze whipped around her. She looked really good doing that in my head.

"Hey? Where'd you go?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, daydreaming."

"Not paying attention when I'm speaking? You want a punishment already?"

I pouted a little. "I don't even get a few hours grace period?"

Taylor's eyes flashed and I hastily dropped my eyes. "I'm sorry, My Lady." An excited thrill ran down my spine. And I shyly raised my eyes back to hers, watching her stern face morph into a wide grin. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss, one that I felt all the way down to my toes.

After a moment she looked deep into my eyes. "I forgive you, this time." She kissed me again and I couldn't help but giggle as the thrill of her proximity echoed through my body. We ate our lunch and talked about my project. My body never stopped humming from being next to her, which seemed to send my brain into overdrive. The exchange of ideas was incredibly natural, easy and productive. We spent about an hour after finishing our soup and sandwiches just going back and forth, and by the end I could really see it, the whole thing in my head.

Taylor sat back and shook her head. "Okay, no more work."

"That's fine. I've got it from here I think. Except I'll need to talk to Jennifer."

"We can call her tonight."

We went for a walk in a local park, our hands joining naturally as we did. Taylor casually mentioned she had to go grocery shopping at some point tomorrow.

"We can do that now, if you want."

"You want to spend our time at a store?"

I swung her hand back and forth. "We can get something for dinner tonight, make it together. It'd be fun. There's a Trader Joe's just over there."

Taylor grimaced. "I'm more of an Aldi's girl. Lifeguarding, not as lucrative as you'd think."

"My treat, come on."

As we walked into the store, still hand in hand, I grabbed her arm and looked up at her. "So what was your favorite meal as a kid? What did your mom make that you miss? You said she was a good cook."

"I don't like to think about it."

I cocked my head to the side and gave her my best coquettish expression. "But, we could start making some good memories."

"Fine. Beef stroganoff over mashed potatoes. Most people serve it over noodles, but when you're from Idaho, well, dad preferred potatoes."

"Do you have a recipe?"

"Not really. I've never made it. Vicky makes it for me sometimes."

"Okay, well let's see." I pulled out my phone and did a quick search. "How about this one?"

"Sure, looks right."

We made a quick list based on what Taylor said she had in her kitchen, as well as picking up some potatoes. Meat, mushrooms, beef stock, a few seasonings and sour cream, and we headed back to Taylor's apartment.

Taylor looked over at me as I drove. "So do you cook at all, or do you leave that to the servants?"

"We do not have servants, silly. We're not that rich."

"So your mother cleans her own house, your dad mows the yard?"

I gritted my teeth. No, that didn't happen. "Okay, but we don't have a maid, it's a cleaning service." My blush deepened. "And a landscaping service. But no one full time."

Taylor gave me a 'See what I mean?' look.

"I'm sorry. Does that make me a bad person?" I pouted a little.

"Oh, yes, and one that needs to be punished tonight."

I stuck my lip out further. "Really?"

"Besides, I've been thinking about all kinds of delicious things to do to you."

That sent a shiver down my spine. I imagined myself helpless as she pinned me down making me pleasure her, her hands running over my body and ...

"Hey, hey, road, road!"

I snapped back to reality and realized I'd been drifting onto the shoulder. I gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry." I made myself concentrate, but it wasn't easy with the area between my legs still tingling, and I breathed a sigh of relief when we pulled into Taylor's drive.

We carried in our groceries and put them away.

"So, Aly, you never did answer my question. You don't know how to cook, do you??"

"Um." I twiddled my foot. "Not really? I mean, I can do the basics, I know how to boil pasta and scramble eggs and stuff." I pulled out my phone and brought up the recipe. "I mean, it can't be that hard. See, it's just sprinkling and coating. And sautéing. We can sauté things, right?"

Taylor laughed and shook her head. "Yes, we can sauté things. One of us actually can cook some. Why don't you get started peeling the potatoes while I prep the meat?"

"Sure thing. Um, how exactly do I do that?"

It was stupidly embarrassing, but after she showed me how to use the potato peeler I got the hang of it eventually. After a lot of mistakes and laughter, and a few eye rolls from Taylor at my pathetic cooking skills, we managed to get dinner made. It was the most fun I'd had all week, sharing stories from school and the beach as we ate. As we cleaned up, I let myself imagine what it would be like to come home to this every night. I was humming to myself, dreaming a little about warm June days and white dresses as I finished loading the dishwasher. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hey, baby, was that good?"

I leaned back against her. "Yeah. So what now?"

"I'd say we need to digest some. Snuggle on the couch until I decide I'm ready to take you to bed."

"Yes, My Lady."

She slipped her arm around my waist and led me over to the sofa, where she sat down and pulled me into her lap. I laid my head on her chest as her arms went around me.

"Baby, what are you in the mood for?"

"Something romantic. Something that's going to make me want to do fun things with you later." I kissed her on the cheek. "You know, put me in the mood."