It Just Feels Right Ch. 02

Shelly nodded and smiled as he kissed her knuckles then released her hands as he made his way back around the island. "Yes Sir...we do." She tried to regain her own focus as she watched him get a block of cheese from the crisper drawer as well as two apples and a bunch of grapes. He picked up a small remote and clicked his IPod on. Soon, some slow paced oldies filled the room. She hummed along with the first song as she watched him.

She hopped (well...tried to hop) up and offered to help with only the slightest twinge crossing her face.

"What can I do?"

Mike looked her up and down, his intense eyes settling on her injured hip. "How's your pain?"

"Completely manageable."

He narrowed his eyes on hers. "Are you sure, Miss Kourting?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Of course, Sir."

"You do realize there are punishments for lying to me." His eyes darkened slightly as he watched for her reaction. "If there is one thing I absolutely insist on in all my relationships - it's honesty." His gaze burnt into her eyes. "Complete honesty."

She stood, feeling like a deer in headlights. "I...I'm being honest." She wasn't scared of him per se...but she was incredibly intrigued at what he meant by punishments. In fact, as she unfroze herself from his gaze she questioned why she wasn't scared when he mentioned 'punishments.'

He made a 'hmmppffttt' sound at her as he got a knife and cutting board from the cupboard. "You can slice the fruit if you'd like. But please sit down to do it."

Shelly rolled her eyes as she took the apples and grapes from in front of him. "Yes, Sir." She knew she was driving him crazy...but was enjoying it so much she couldn't help herself. Once the fruit was thoroughly washed, she returned to her stool where Mike had placed the cutting board and knife. She began slicing the apples into quarters as he began asking questions.

"So...tell me, Michelle..."

"Yes?" Her eyes didn't leave the apple as the incredibly sharp and heavy knife sliced it with barely any help from her.

"How do you not have a very jealous boyfriend or husband already?" His question caught her off guard as her head snapped up, making her pull the knife off course...barely missing her finger. "Careful with that..."

She glanced up and saw him staring back at her, blushing like mad. "I...I just moved here a few months ago."

"So there's no one? No boyfriend back home? No husband in prison or something?"

Shelly cleared her throat nervously. "No...there is most definitely not." When he didn't respond right away, she continued. "I was with someone for nearly five years...we were engaged. It ended a while ago."

Engaged? He blinked and looked at her concentrating so intently on slicing her apple. What kind of idiot would let a woman like this slip through his fingers? Mike watched her adjust to the knife and eventually begin to deftly slice the apples into fine wedges, expertly coring the middles. "So...it's safe to say that you are single?"

"Of course! I wouldn't have....we wouldn't have done that if I weren't..." Shelly felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she stuttered. Finally, she nodded, not having the guts to look up. "Single...yes...single."

Despite how happy she was now, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart when she thought about Joshua. If only she had seen the signs earlier...if only she had listened to what her gut was telling her sooner. "You're a stupid, frigid bitch, Shelly...and you always will be." Joshua's last words to her still echoed in her head, even though it had been months. She hadn't heard any news of him since she moved and sincerely hoped he hadn't heard anything about her or her whereabouts either.

"What is it?" Mike watched as her expression turned from thoughtful to sad in a matter of seconds.

She shook her head and looked up at him. "Nothing." She smiled, pushing the thoughts from her head. "Here, these are ready." Mike took the pile of apples from her and placed them on a tray. He made a mental note to delve into that further later. He was still trying to decipher what she may have been thinking when she repeated his question back to him.

"How about you? How is it that someone like you is unattached?"

"Someone like me?" He smiled wickedly at her. "It's a gift." He shrugged, jokingly. She laughed with him as he concentrated on slicing the cheese into cubes. "No...I've had my share of women...just haven't met one yet that could keep my attention I guess."

"Do you get bored that easily, Mr. Harding?" Shelly picked grapes off the stem as she watched for his response.

"I guess you could say that."

She paused, deliberating within herself as to if she really wanted the answer to the question she was about to answer. "Are you bored now?" She bit her lip and anxiously awaited his reply as she watched him put his knife down and look back at her.

"Bored?" He smiled that sexy, boyish smile at her. "Definitely not, Michelle."

"Can I ask...why has it been so long since your last sub?" She looked down, nervous that she had asked an off-limits question.

Mike sighed as he looked her up and down. "Well, submissives aren't that easy to find...real submissives anyway. There are girls out there who like to be spanked during sex, and think it's cute to call someone 'Sir,' but a real sub...someone who really gets it, someone who is willing to adopt the lifestyle, a woman who understands what it's actually about...they are few and far between."

"How can you tell?" She was biting her lip again.

He smiled as he stared at her. "It's hard to define. It's just a feeling...a sense I have. I haven't felt it in a long time. In fact, I was beginning to think I wouldn't ever feel it again...until I met you. I trust my instincts entirely."

Shelly smiled and felt heat rising in her cheeks once again as she plucked the rest of the grapes from the stalk and placed them in a bowl. Gah...was she ever going to stop blushing around this man?! She carried it around to the other side of the island where Mike stood, dutifully slicing cheese once again.

She stood beside him and raised herself up on her toes to reach his face. "Good," she whispered right before planting a swift kiss behind his ear.

Mike jumped at the unexpected contact and turned to face her...hooking an arm around her waist as she giggled. He planted a firm kiss on her mouth...snaking his arm around to her back, pressing her into him. Mike remembered the sad look on her face a couple minutes ago, and wanted to get her as far from that place as possible.

She could feel the heat radiating off his body as she tried to hold onto the bowl of fruit in one hand as the fingers from the other curled against his chest. He pressed his lips into hers, his tongue into her mouth, and his body into hers as he growled deep in his chest. It was a kiss that left her weak in the knees...one that left no doubt in her mind that she was not, in fact, boring him. When he finally released her, she was shaking so much that he took the bowl of grapes from her and set them on the counter. He smirked at her reaction to him as he ordered her to sit back down.

She tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as Mike gathered everything together and joined her. He set the tray of fruit and cheese in front of them and selected a grape from the pile. "Try this." He held it to her mouth. She was hesitant at first...but the look on his face seemed to be willing her to let her inhibitions go just a bit further. Finally, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Mike placed the purple grape just within her mouth as she gently bit down. The taste exploded in her mouth as she chewed. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her. Quickly, she smiled as she swallowed and cast her eyes down to his lap...his gaze becoming too intense for her to return. "Now this." Mike was holding a piece of apple to her lips. Again she opened her mouth. Before he put it in her mouth, he rubbed it along her lips...spreading the sweet juice. His eyes were glued to her mouth as she bit half of the apple wedge off into her mouth...a bit of the juice dribbling down her chin.

Mike swiped the juice up with his index finger and rubbed it along her lips as well. Shelly's body was going absolutely crazy. Not only was he somehow making eating fruit intensely erotic...but he was absolutely turning her on while barely touching her. She bit her lip as he popped a couple grapes in his mouth before returning to offer her another slice of apple. She smiled as she opened her mouth for him...biting off a section of the apple...managing to keep her eyes open and focused on him the whole time. He watched her intensely as he put the other half in his mouth and slowly chewed.

His face cracked into a half smile then as he reached down and grasped the legs of the stool between her legs. Slowly, he scooted her seat closer to him until she was sitting between his knees. Shelly was smiling shyly as Mike moved her hair from her shoulder and began running his lips along a line from the bottom of her ear...down her neck...across the top of her shoulder, and back again. She could feel goose bumps forming all over her body as his hot breath found the back of her ear. Finally, he brought his mouth back to hers. One hand cupped the side of her face as the other went to her breast, his thumb skimming back and forth across the now rock hard nipple. He slowly lowered his mouth onto her lips...his tongue tracing the trail of the apple juice as he groaned. He wasn't as demanding...not as urgent...but still so very intoxicating and virile. Shelly opened herself to him...trying to show him her desire by answering every challenge his mouth put forth. Again her knees were weak and her spine was beginning to turn to jello as Mike made that rumbling noise deep in his chest.

She whimpered against his mouth...wanting more already. Even then she was surprised at how insatiable she was for him as her hands found his waist. Mike felt her touch him and hissed in her mouth...struggling to contain himself.

He ripped his mouth from hers and put his forehead on her shoulder...eyes closed...panting...trying to calm himself. Shelly, panting as well, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, the only sounds around them were those of their breathing and a very slow jazzy song in the background. They held each other, both a little freaked out by the intensity of their attraction. Mike eventually lifted his head and smirked at her. "I can't seem to get enough of you..." He stared right into her eyes, looking for something...asking her some kind of silent question.

Shelly smiled as their eyes locked. "Ditto."

He laughed as kissed her mouth again...this time shortly...quickly, before he got caught up again. She smiled as they slowly disentangled themselves from each other. As they turned their bodies back towards the island, Mike placed more fruit and cheese on a small plate in front of her. "Eat this. In fact, you should eat more...you need the calcium."

She felt like she had perma-grin. Delicately she picked up a cube of cheese and bit it in half, making an appreciative noise as she chewed. Mike tossed a handful of fruit in his mouth. Shelly saw his hand come up and scratch the back of his head. Suddenly she remembered the bump on his head. How could she have forgotten? Here he was taking such good care of her in every way possible, when it was HER responsibility to make sure he didn't go into a coma. She set the other piece of cheese down and scooted her stool back.

"Do you need something?" Mike's mouth was full of fruit as he watched her stand.

She stepped behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Can I please check your head?"

"It's fine." He didn't turn around as he placed another piece of apple in his mouth.

He didn't seem concerned about it.

She sighed heavily...not wanting to irritate him, but still feeling incredibly guilty about not being more concerned about this earlier. "Can I please just see?"

It was Mike's turn to sigh then. He didn't like her feeling like she had to look after him, but he also knew that she wouldn't stop if it was something she felt strongly about. "Go ahead..." He sat up straight and tilted his head back towards her.

She smiled with relief as she began gently threading her fingers through his hair...searching for the bump she felt earlier. Towards the back, right at the curve...there it was. She gingerly ran her fingers over it and she felt Mike's body jolt very slightly. Shelly gasped as his body moved, startling her. With that, he jerked his head forward and glanced back at her. "It's just sore."

She didn't say anything as she walked over to the drawer she saw him get a towel out of before. She withdrew a Ziploc bag, a fluffy hand towel and walked to the freezer.

"Not necessary Miss Kourting." Mike seemed somewhat amused as she walked around his kitchen gathering what she needed.

She didn't answer him...she didn't even look at him. It's not that she was upset with him. She was furious at herself. The whole reason she came here was to look after him and she hadn't even managed to get him a damn ice pack yet. Shelly yanked the freezer open and withdrew the bucket holding the ice cubes. She bit her lip in frustration, keeping her eyes off of Mike in all his gloriousness as she began silently counting the cubes as she placed them in the plastic bag.

"Michelle...?" Mike's voice was questioning now...wondering what was going on.

'That was your job, Shelly. You were supposed to take care of her. That was your one job and you fucked it up.' More voices from her past suddenly echoed in her head.

Remaining silent, she counted nine cubes and sealed the bag. She put the bucket back in the freezer and began methodically folding the plastic inside the towel. Once it looked like it would work, she carried it back over to where Mike sat...watching her every move. He turned in his seat as she approached, eyeing her warily. She stood in front of him, holding her homemade ice pack in her hands. Her body shook as she finally brought her eyes up to his. "Can I please put this on the bump on your head?"

He noticed the tremors in her voice...how her eyes were glossy. He wondered what was going on in that pretty head of hers. She looked contrite and worried...almost sad even. Her mouth was shut tight and her hands were shaking. Mike cocked his head as he drank her in. She was standing in front of him, looking like she could cry at any minute, begging him to accept what she offered. "What's wrong?" He spoke slowly...making sure she heard the concern and sincerity in his tone.

She took a deep breath...feeling her body react to him already. "I...I was supposed to take care of you..." She stuttered slightly and her eyes left his as she began talking directly to his left shoulder. "I should have made this for you hours ago." Her eyes became shinier as her voice began to shake. Shelly didn't know why she was becoming so emotional over this. "This was my job coming here...and I...I..."

"Hey..." Mike reached for her, taken aback by her reaction. He took the ice pack from her hands and set it on the counter as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and pulled her to him. "Hey..." Stiffly she let him pull her to his chest as he took her in his arms. She stood between his legs as he sat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. He held her tightly as his hands caressed up and down her back. "It's ok...everything is alright." She had a flashback of how he calmed and soothed her at the wreck that morning. "I'm fine." His chest rumbled every time he spoke, and he was holding her so tightly that Shelly felt every word.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to calm the hell down. Her right hand curled around the back of his neck as she pressed herself harder into his embrace. "I just feel bad." Her voice was muffled as her mouth was pressed against the crook of his neck.

She felt his body rumble as he shifted. "I told you...don't worry about it...I'm fine. I'm not used to being looked after...it's just a little weird for me, ok?"

Her lips were pursed and she still wouldn't look him in the eye. Finally he gently grasped her chin in one of his hands and slowly steered her face to his. "I had no idea it meant that much to you. I will put the damn ice on my head if it will make you feel better."

Feeling like a child, Shelly slowly looked up at him. She didn't know whether to be relieved, angry, embarrassed, hurt...or what. When she brought her eyes to his, she saw true sincerity there and quickly nodded. Mike drew her back to him and wrapped his arms around her as he inhaled deeply. She did the same...drinking his scent in, all of her anger and hurt fading away as he held her.

"Come on," his breath tickled her ear. "Finish eating."

She nodded and stepped back to her stool...embarrassed by her overly-emotional episode. She couldn't look at him while she picked at her food. Mike reached over and pulled her stool close to him again as he held a grape to her mouth. She looked at him...seeing the playfulness there. Forgetting how awkward she felt, she looked him dead in the eye as she opened her mouth and let her tongue slowly caress the underside of the grape as he held it. She heard his quick intake of breath as she toyed with and licked the end of it before sucking it from his fingers. Her eyes closed as she finally took it in her mouth and bit down...loving the taste.

Mike made that sound deep in his throat again as he watched her little show. Once she opened her eyes again he swooped down and caught her completely off guard by plastering his mouth over her smile...his tongue plundering her mouth...tasting the sweetness from the fruit there. Shelly giggled as he growled...playfully trying to wrench away from him as he fought to hold her still. He laughed too as he planted small kisses along the corners of her mouth, holding her face in his. Her tension gone, she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder...gazing up at him. His hand brushed her hair behind her ear as he looked down at her. Shelly reached for the ice pack on the counter. Grasping it, she raised her arm behind him and gently placed it atop his bump.

Mike chuckled as he let her hold it there. It did feel good...and he slowly felt himself adjusting to letting her look after him.

Shelly smiled as the minutes ticked by. Her arm was beginning to tire from hold the ice on his head, but she was determined to keep it there as long as he would allow it. Eventually she rose and stood behind him as he talked, wrapping her free arm around him as she rested her head on his shoulders. They talked about their favorite foods. She loved frozen yogurt while he leaned more towards iced cream. She liked iced coffee while he preferred his strong and black. She giggled when he talked about his first date. He laughed as she described her high school hair styles. Eventually, Mike reached around and took the ice pack from her hand. It was practically melted away as he tossed it into the sink. He turned on the stool to face her and placed her in between his knees.

She leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. "Thank you."

He smiled as he ran his hands up and down her smooth back. "Oh no...thank you."

She felt his hands pulling her towards him and leaned down to meet his mouth. He groaned as their lips met. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he cinched his around her waist, plastering her body against his. Shelly felt his erection pressing into her and immediately began trying to get closer to him. Mike's right hand went to her ass...grabbing...pulling her closer...pressing himself back into her. He heard her moan...pressed into her harder, already feeling the heat radiating from her.