Trust and Control

Chapter 3
She sped up again, faster, faster; I felt her nails digging harder into my sides, and a dampness that may have been sweat or blood, I wasn’t sure. Finally, she constricted around me, clutching my sides but not holding me down; my back arched as I followed, Technicolor exploding behind the blackness over my eyes.
She stayed there, for a moment, letting the high sensitization and euphoria dissipate a little before climbing off.
“Stay,” she said in her normal voice. “I’ll be back.”
As my breathing slowed, I heard water running from her adjoined bathroom. After a few minutes, I felt a warm dampness as she wiped our come off my inner thighs, then dried me off. There was a cold sting against my side; I jumped.
“Sorry, just cleaning out the scratches. I didn’t actually mean to make you bleed.” She paused. “You can talk now, by the way.” She stopped dabbing at the scratches, then moved to the other side of the bed. She untied my hands, then lifted my head and did the same with the blindfold. As she stood, she said “Do you want your glasses?”
“Sure.” I rubbed my wrists and stretched. She placed the glasses case in my hand. “I’ll be right back, make yourself comfortable.”
She returned to the bathroom before I could put my glasses on; she has this thing about me seeing her naked. I lay back against the pillows, under the blanket. When she returned, she was wearing the V for Vendetta t-shirt I’d had on that day and her underwear. She walked around to the opposite side of the bed and sat next to me, with her knees hugged up to her chest the way she does when she’s upset or self-conscious. I was reminded a little of the scene in American Beauty where Jane and Ricky are talking and Jane’s scantily clothed but Ricky’s completely naked.
“So?” she said. “What did you think?”
“Wow.”
She smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. “Good-wow? Bad-wow? Scared-and-completely-weirded-out-wow?”
“Definitely good. A little surprised.” I folded my arms under my head, looking at her.
“Hmm. How did it feel?”
I thought for a minute. “Strange. A little unnerving when I realized I physically couldn’t get my hands free.”
She grinned. “Hey, I used to be a girl scout. I know how to tie a knot. But actually, you probably could have ripped the fabric if you wanted to.”
“It was kind of interesting, relinquishing control that way. You taking the lead. I realized that I had to trust you. It felt good, in a kind of scary way.”
“It was scary for me too,” she said. “It was hard for me.”
“I was hard for you,” I grinned. She lends herself to innuendo and inappropriate double-entendres. Maybe she should think before she ‘opens her mouth.’
She swatted playfully at me. “No, really. It’s a lot of work, calling the shots, making you listen to me and take me seriously.”
“I always take you seriously.”
She gave me a look.
“Just because I like to mess with you doesn’t mean I don’t take you seriously, Lauren.” I sighed. “Come here.”
She stood, pulled back the covers, and stretched out with her head on my shoulder, curled against my side. I put my arm around her, rubbing her back a little. Her face was still a little flushed. She looked oddly childlike and innocent after what we’d just done.
“I love you always.”
“Love you too,” she said.
“Dominatrix-Lauren is kind of hot.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Go to hell.”
“I probably am anyway. But honestly? It was. Maybe we could do this again sometime.”
She stretched, then hooked a leg over mine and an arm over my stomach. “It’ll be awhile. I don’t think I could handle that kind of stress every day.” She paused. “You were beautiful, like that. Not that you’re not gorgeous all the time.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek.
“If you say so.” I grinned. “It was fun seeing this side of you.”
“I’m glad.”
We cuddled for a while; I think I may have dozed a little. I felt her gently brush my hair off my forehead.
“Sweetheart?”
I opened my eyes. She was sitting up next to me.
“Olliebear, it’s five o’clock. Maybe we should get you home? Traffic will be bad, so it’ll take awhile.”
“Okay.” I sat up.
“Your clothes are on the dresser. I’ll bring you your shirt in a minute.”
She went back into the bathroom. While she was changing, I began to get dressed. All my clothes had been neatly folded on the dresser. I smiled and shook my head.
She emerged from the bathroom looking perfectly-put-together, as always. She handed me my shirt (also folded) which I promptly pulled over my head. I followed her out to her car.
***
He held my hand, most of the ride home, and kept giving me this completely odd look.
We pulled up in front of his building. He let me walk him to the door, as always, but not up to his condo.
“Call me?”
“Of course.”
I leaned up to hug him. When I pulled back, he gave me that look again.
“What?”
He smiled. “You continue to surprise me.”
I put an arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Isn’t that half the fun?” I whispered; then quickly bit his earlobe and danced out of arm’s reach.
“Hello? Ow?” he said.
“It didn’t hurt. Trust me.” I winked – he got the point – then walked back toward my car, waving over my shoulder.

~Fin~