Chapter Eleven

Goodbye, Cassandra

After a few days off I felt much better and went back to work. Everyone greeted me very warmly and I had to lie to everyone about the car accident. After a few minutes I was back on the phone, cold calling businesses around Chicago again and pitching radio advertising spots for our station. I got back into the swing of my life, falling into the same tedious routines I had before I met Grace Madsen. I got up, went to work, did my stupid job and then came home, occasionally stopping off at a generic restaurant to have dinner as before. The next day I got up and did it over again. I still thought about Grace constantly and wondered how she was doing. I missed her. I fantasized her military boyfriend was killed in a terrible car accident and Ms. Madsen and I were able to be together again.

One evening after work I impulsively drove over to Obsessions. As soon as I walked in, I saw a blonde woman sitting at a table, smoking and talking to a gentleman. She was wearing a sheer dress very similar to the one I bought for Grace. At first I stood very still in the middle of the bar with my heart racing, hoping it was her and that she had decided to leave her boyfriend and come back to me. On closer inspection the woman was not Grace, though she looked very much like her. I went over to the bar and sat down, occasionally staring in her direction.

Mr. Jefferson came over to say hello to me. He greeted me warmly and asked how I was feeling. I told him I hadn’t jumped off any bridges lately. I think he liked the joke, since he smiled, which was rare for him. He asked if I’d like a drink and ordered us both a top of the line Scotch. I asked him if he’d seen Grace Madsen in his bar lately and he shook his head no. We both took sips of our drinks in silence. I looked back across the club in the direction of the blonde.

“Do you see the woman with the bright red lips, sitting across the room? The one in the blue dress? She looks just like her, but it can’t be her, can it?”

“No,” Jefferson said. “She looks like Grace, but her name is Janet.”

“Do you know her?” I asked.

“A little.”

“She’s lovely.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know if she’s looking for a Dom?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Is she… unattached?”

“I… really can’t say.”

I stood up from the bar stool.

“Thanks for the drink, Mr. Jefferson,” I said.

“Jim,” Jefferson said. “Call me Jim. And I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks, Jim…” I said.

Before turning away, I looked Mr. Jefferson sincerely in the eyes.

“I want to thank you once again for pulling me down off that ledge on the overpass. You saved my life that night, Jim, and I’ll always remember you for that.”

“Don’t mention it, Charles.”

“I don’t know what was wrong with me. She… she got under my skin, you know?”

“I know. I know how you feel,” Jefferson said quietly.

I stood up from the bar stool and picked up my drink.

“I think I’ll go over there and talk to her, if I can summon up the courage. What do I have to lose? I promise not to jump off the bridge if she rejects me,” I said, reaching out my hand.

“OK. I’ll hold you to that,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip.

I walked over to her table and waited while another gentleman talked to Janet. After a few minutes I had my chance. Despite my fear of being rejected, I dove into the water once more. I had my experience with Cassandra to thank for making me more confident with women. I lit her cigarette, sat down at the table and introduced myself to her. She told me her name. I said Janet was a rather ordinary name for such a lovely woman. She smiled. It turned out we were raised in the same suburb of Chicago, she was around my age and we even knew some of the same people. I had a connection with her and we hit it off immediately. I even made her laugh when I told her about my meaningless job. Impulsively, I invited Janet out for frozen yoghurt and to catch a movie with me that evening. I was surprised when she agreed to go out with me. After we finished our drinks, we stood up together and walked toward the door.

Before I left, I turned back to look for Mr. Jefferson. He was standing beside the bar, intently watching us as we left his night club. I detected a look of profound sorrow in his eyes. At that moment I could tell he loved Grace Madsen every bit as much as I did and his heart was left shattered by the encounter with her, just as mine was. I caught his eye and nodded to him.

Nothing of consequence ever seems to happen in our lives. We’re born, we live and then we die. It all seems boring and meaningless and it’s over in the blink of an eye. But in the late summer of 2013, I fell in love with a submissive who called herself Cassandra. Like a wildfire, she consumed everything in her path. After our short time together, there was nothing left of me but smoldering ashes. But despite being incinerated in the blaze, I felt fortunate to have experienced an overwhelming passion at least once in my life. I will forever remember those four days and this gift of submission Cassandra bestowed upon me.

I waved goodbye to Jefferson and he nodded his head to me. I walked out with my new pretty friend on my arm and shut the door of Obsessions behind me…

The Good Dom: Obsession Series, Book Two

Coming Soon!

I laid her, face down, upon my bed and put a pillow under her neck to make her comfortable. I carefully slid her stockings over her hips and down her legs, trying not to put a run in them with my large clumsy hands, and put them over the chair with her red dress and bra. I took out the expensive massage oil I had bought and warmed it between my hands. When I breathed it in it had an erotic fragrance. I started at her shoulders, kneading them with my fingers where I found the stiffness, brushing my thumbs slowly up and down the muscles of her neck, in the same way I did with my ex-wife. Remembering back, Bette often asked me for massages. At the time I thought she liked getting massages from me because I was good at it. I realized now why she asked me to give her a back rub so often before we made love. In this position, she wouldn’t have to see my face as I entered her sex from behind. As I slid my slick hands down the sides of Janet’s back and over her soft round back side, I thought about Grace, how she faced me when we made love, and held her palm moved protectively over my scarred cheek as we brought each other to climax. I knew I shouldn’t think of another woman while I was with Janet, but I couldn’t help it. Grace Madsen was always on my mind, the memory of our short time together still alive and simmering.

I wasn’t exactly sure whether Janet was enjoying the massage or just tolerating it, but it seemed to relax her. I gently turned her around and laid her back onto a mound of pillows. I lifted her delicate arm over her head. She didn’t resist as I clasped fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists, attaching the other end securely to the metal bedposts behind her. She looked quite pretty, held in bondage, helpless and blindfolded. I kissed her lips lightly and removed her panties down her legs. Out of the bag I removed two silk ropes and tried to duplicate the sexy picture I had seen on the packaging. I looped the soft rope under each knee, spreading them widely apart and lifting each leg off the bed, and then tying the end of the rope to the bed posts. In this position I was able to fully appreciate the thorough job the salon had done on her. Her shaved smooth sex was revealed in all its beauty, the lips of her flesh curling open for my private view. The sight made me stop breathing and I felt the blood surge into my groin. I took my clothes off completely as I stared down at the pretty woman’s body.

When I too was naked I kneeled upon the bed between her legs, leaned forward and slowly licked the moist outer and inner folds of Janet’s labium. What I lacked in good looks, I tried to make up with my insatiable tongue, lips and mouth. While I always enjoyed pleasing a woman in this manner, I had never held one in bondage while I did it. The experience was intensely exhilarating to me. As I sucked on the nub of her clitoris, two of the fingers on my right hand entered her in a V-shape, pressing upward and gliding in and out in a rapid thrusting motion. I didn’t stop until I felt her thighs quiver and twitch beneath me and felt the sticky moist effluence of her orgasm between my fingers, creamy, thick and white. I kissed her sex for a moment longer, put a condom on and entered her. The fact that she was tied up beneath me was extremely erotic. I let myself go, holding her hips close, careful not to pull at her ropes and handcuffs while I slipped rapidly in and out of her. With Janet completely at my mercy, I exploded inside her womb in several orgasmic thrusts, feeling my condom fill with more and more of my semen. I was quite out of breath when I had finished. I released her from the bondage and checked to see that there were no marks on her skin. She got up and stood beside the bed. I suddenly felt rather self-conscious, tying her up the way I did.

“Are you OK, Janet? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked.

“No, Jim. I just need to smoke a cigarette, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Here…”

I wrapped my large, cozy bathrobe around her. She grabbed her purse and opened the door to an outer patio so she could smoke and then got back into bed to wait for her. It was after midnight when she came back in.

“That was nice,” she managed to say.

“You mean the cigarette?” I asked.

I finally made her smile ever so slightly with my lame joke.

“No. What you did was nice. It felt nice,” she said.

This time I just smiled and nodded. Perhaps I had finally broken through and made a tenuous sort of connection with Janet.

“Do you want me to go?” she asked.

“Of course not. It’s late and cold out. Why don’t you spend the night here, Janet?”

She yawned, which in turned caused me to yawn.

“See? We’re both tired. Come on. Get in bed.”

I held the sheets back for her and she took off my robe and got in beside me. I cuddled up with her, holding her breasts in my hands. It felt good to have a woman in my arms again. I squeezed her close into me, this unknowable woman with the red lips.

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