GOOD GIRL

Genevieve Ash

This is insane.” Louise gathered her favorite tote bag, the one with the flowers cascading over a wall in Tuscany—or was it Greece? She just thought it was pretty and it made her feel better about never having the courage to travel there alone. Since her husband had passed, she kept pretty much to herself. Sometimes she was lonely, but she enjoyed the quiet. More time to read and knit and craft.

“Excuse me, is everything okay?” A voice sounding like melted chocolate trickled into her ear with a puff of warm air, making her shiver. She stopped, but as in a paralyzing dream, she could not turn to see from where it came. The heat from a warm body covered her back, taking the chill and replacing it with an odd sense of comfort.

“Yes, I have all the information I need. I’m not staying for the hands-on session.”

“I assure you, what we do here is practically vanilla. And there is no pressure, no judgment. It is an opportunity to learn and share. You don’t have to participate.”

Louise had been a psychologist for many years and had heard many wild stories, but her most recent client had a penchant for control and his tales had piqued her curiosity. She had only attended the BDSM seminar in an effort to understand him better.

“I am a grandmother for god’s sake. I don’t belong with—” A warm reassuring hand squeezed her shoulder and she sighed. How long since she’d felt the gentle touch of another? It was a reminder that she was alive.

“Stay. Sit. You needn’t worry, I will keep you safe.”

Louise didn’t want to create a scene. The lights dimmed and she took a seat while risking a glance at the man whose body warmth was now in her personal space. Dark suit, close-trimmed beard, strong features. Maybe he was handsome, she didn’t really look, but his indomitable presence gave her a sense of security. His fresh scent drifted toward her nose and she inhaled: all male.

The stage now held a couple involved in a discipline scene. A skinny young man wept at the feet of the strong redheaded Mistress who wanted to make sure he’d learned how to listen. As she raised the paddle, Louise squeezed her eyes shut.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, as his large hand came down to rest on Louise’s thigh. “They have rules. Their lifestyle requires this type of punishment and they both enjoy it.”

“But, I—oh!” She jerked as the paddle made contact with a resounding thwack. “I can’t believe that anyone would enjoy this.” She bent to gather her things once again, but he tightened his grip on her thigh.

“Are you not still safe?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

His hand was caressing her thigh now, sliding the slippery fabric of her skirt over her flesh. She wanted to stop him, express her outrage, but somehow, between the pounding of blood in her ears and the shallow breaths that numbed her upper lip, she couldn’t find the words.

His fingers found bare skin, and Louise panicked. The room was dark, silent, as the crowd focused on the couple on stage. Louise heard a few soft moans before she realized they were coming from her own lips. His fingers slipped and slid closer and closer to the now damp swatch of silk between her legs. Suddenly the years fell away and she was a young woman again. A woman with needs and desires. She wanted to feel again. The daily routine, the filling of time with busyness, was no longer enough. But she was in a public place; this was not what Louise would ever do. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t want to stop him.

“Now, close your eyes for me.” Louise wished he’d make up his mind, but did not hesitate. “Good girl. Keep them closed.”

She smiled despite herself at being called a girl, because that was exactly how she felt. Her world began to spin, the intensity of sensation increasing as her sight disappeared. She felt the pathways and diversions of her nerves as if it were a road map leading directly to her clit. If only he would touch me, just once…

She felt him lift the edge of her panties and push them to the side. She gasped, holding that breath in anticipation of his touch. But he stilled, and waited.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Louise wanted to war with herself, but knew that she had already answered when she’d allowed his advancing caress.

“I asked you a question.” His voice had a hard edge now and the gooseflesh rose on Louise’s skin.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, remembering her notes from the seminar. The simple act of using the words gave her a thrill and, swallowing hard, she tried to slow her racing heart.

The darkness, the silence, and the surreal reality all collided in a moment of waiting that seemed interminable. She thought she might literally explode; her need was front and center, any control she had left hanging by a thin thread.

Suddenly, his fingers slid through her wet folds and straight into her cunt. She gasped with shock, and relief, but when his slippery thumb began circling her clit, she forgot about everything except pleasure.

“Shh. You must not make any noise or I will stop, do you understand?” His graveled whisper carried a threat, and Louise felt the panic rise inside.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Yes, I am sorry, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He began again immediately, the slow lazy circles pressing on her clit as his fingers once again began working their way in and out of her pussy.

Louise fought to stay quiet, but she was sure everyone could hear her screaming on the inside. The pressure was building, lifting her higher and higher. The wet sounds of his fingers inside her seemed to echo in her ears as she neared her breaking point, though it was the firm hand across her mouth as he whispered, “Come quietly for me,” that sent her spiraling into the oblivion of pure bliss.

Her body splintered into fragments of color as the long-overdue release lighted every part of her body. Never-ending sensation seemed to roll on as wave after wave of pleasure filled all the empty places inside of her. Finally, she shuddered softly, complete.

“Well, I do hope you enjoyed our hands-on session. I have many more lessons for you. Here is my card. Call me tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, keeping her head bent like a small child to hide the heat in her cheeks, “but I think we both know that I won’t do that.”

“Oh, but you will. You know it and I know it, isn’t that right?”

Louise sighed, the orgasm making her relaxed and happy. “Yes, Sir,” she said, turning to him as the lights came up, but he had already gone. Well, a little more research wouldn’t hurt.