Leah’s bed was her pride and joy, her sanctuary from the outside world. On the pillow lay her childhood teddy bear, waiting to greet her. She would often talk to him as if he were a real person. The bedside light lit up the room. She had avoided bright decorations, keeping to simple floral designs.
“Lie on your belly,” he instructed her. “Where is the lotion?”
“Bathroom cabinet.”
He disappeared for a few minutes, long enough for her to lie down and take in the enormity of her situation. The man who had less than an hour earlier spanked her, was about to touch her again. This time he would be gentle and she desperately wanted him to know she needed more from him. The attraction, which she thought she had safely buried deep in her mind, had resurfaced the moment Rick reappeared on her doorstep. Now that he was back, there would be no backing off, no childish behaviour to dissuade him.
The lotion bottle in his hand, he returned to the room. Slipping off his jacket, he tossed it on the nearby chair. Then, as if to make a point of his intentions, he rolled up his sleeves. For the second time that evening, Rick lifted up her skirt, revealing her still nude bottom.
“Just a few welts. Though you will feel it tomorrow,” he remarked.
“I’m sure,” she agreed. The sting had gone, but the heated throbbing remained.
He poured the camomile onto his palm, rubbing his hands together and then rested his hands on her buttocks, one on each.
“Oh, bloody hell!” she shrieked. “That’s cold!”
Rick chuckled. “Isn’t that helpful?” He eased the lotion over her buttocks, taking the edge off both the heat and the stark cold cream.
Leah closed her eyes and revelled in the odd sensations. He was being gentle, a
pplying very little pressure as he smeared the lotion all around her tender flesh.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“My marks?” she asked.
“No. Your shapely bottom.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said. Touching her bottom, she felt softness and a residual warmth radiating out from the delicate marks. She caught her breath; those marks spoke to her, calling to her. She didn’t feel repulsed by their presence. Perhaps she should, but she couldn’t bring herself to dislike them. Rick had withdrawn his hands and she wanted them back. Not on her tender bottom, but in her between spaces, where her lust had taken root, beckoning to him. His eyes dallied there; she knew he could see her arousal.
“Would you lie next to me?” She shuffled sideways, giving him room.
Rick lay down next to her on his side and the two faced each other. His forefinger traced down the side of her face. “I’ve resisted this face for three years. Every time it reappeared, I banished it away. It hasn’t been easy, trying to forget you. I failed.”
“I’m glad you failed,” said Leah. “Because I did too. Nobody filled your shoes. Nobody made me feel safe. Nobody took care of me like you did.”
“Your father…” he began to say.
“Looked after my material needs. I miss him. I don’t want anyone to take his place. You, Rick, bring out other desires. You know that though.”
“Yes,” he said. “Let me show you how I can meet those desires in you. I will be gentle, if this is your first time.”
Her finger pressed on his lips. “It isn’t. But it will be the best to date, that I can guarantee.”
Their lips came together, having crept closer and closer and she let out a deep sigh as he ran his tongue about her moist mouth. His hands roved up and down her blouse, groping to find her buttons, then her brassiere. The scramble to undress, a fumbling prelude, quickly enacted and completed, resulting in a pile of clothes on floor.
Now Leah had a chance to admire a naked Rick and she was elated with what she saw. Lean, muscular, and smooth-skinned. Only a tiny forest of dark hairs covered his chest and she twirled her fingers in their midst as he continued to pepper her with kisses.
Rick nudged her, pushing her backwards, and she lay still while his fingers explored between her legs. The now familiar forefinger slid between her folds, pushing her swollen lips apart. Leah convulsed slightly, and a burst of electricity shot through her body as he expertly teased and probed her wet core until she opened wide for him.
As he knelt between her spread legs, she saw his cock, admired its length and girth. He held it in his fist—tugging, massaging it until it glistened with pre-cum from the tip. The purple end lowered, ready to push into her.
“I don’t want to be rough,” he said, breathless.
“Do what you want,” she moaned. “Hard and deep, please. Let me feel you, know you’re really here and this isn’t a dream.”
He thrust into her, and she gave about him, stretching her tight pussy until he reached the hilt. Leaning over her, hands on either side of her head, he incarcerated Leah. Slightly disconcerted by his commanding stance, she squirmed a little, watching his face for a reaction. With a wry smile, he lowered his mouth and sought out a nipple. His mouth encased it, and she could feel the suction as the apex of her breast drew deep into his orifice. She winced as his teeth held her nipple, then he let it go and he repeated his little tease on her other breast.