The Right Turns

It had been a week since the strict lashing had been laid. The physical evidence had faded but the lessons were just now starting to bear fruits. He had not seen any evidence of snooping. To his surprise, she had come forward with her list of things she thought she had totally pulled over his eyes. As he patiently listened, he resisted the urge to let her know right away how much he already knew.

She had plenty of questions but waited as best she could. It would be nice to know how he had outwitted her, but for now she just wanted to know how much of his trust had she regained. It was very important to her, more now than ever, to know that he was feeling as comfortable with her as she was with him.

There were other questions that would need to be explored. For starters, she needed to know more about the lashes that covered his body. He had taken a while to fall asleep and had done so without anything covering him. Who ever had laid hands on him had wrecked him. If only she could make this person pay. However, she was acutely aware that many of those marks were her own. She could clearly see the paddle markings. But the other marks looked scary and very angry.

She also needed to explore why she got so very wet while driving her old car. It was more than just the device vibrating. She had always known that she felt very powerful behind that V8 power. She also felt very safe and secure knowing that freedom from anything was just a push of the right pedal away. Never had she linked that power with sensual arousal before. Now she wanted more.

He had placed a few tests her way during that week. She had received a series of minor instructions to test her understanding of the limits on snooping. She had aced them with flying colors. There was no bait strong enough to lure her into her old ways. Granted, one week was too short a time to fully test her resolve, but it had been enough to put his fears at ease for the time being.

The reply from the editors of the magazine had been a real bonus for them. She had nailed the photo session and the interview. The readership had responded very well and supported her beyond her wildest imagination. Her career was now in the fast lane and moving even faster than ever. The coworker was now teasing her to find out if she had taken all the hints to heart and was now willing to experience womanhood on a level she’d never known possible.

As far as she could tell, she was living the best she’d ever known. The tenderness and gentle ways by which he pampered her were even more sensual than before. She wasn’t sure if it was because he had stepped up his game or because she was paying a lot more attention. Whatever it was, she was being taken to levels of heaven she did not recall reaching before. Their love life went from amazing to stellar.

She was getting used to him holding her with authority and ownership. However, it was not the kind that made her feel any type of way. On the contrary, he had created a space in which she felt so secure and safe that her mind got quiet and the sensations took over. The waves of joy and hope and pleasure and awesome washed over her and carried her deeper into the world of orgasms than ever before. He knew just how to orchestrate celestial chords with her body.

There were times she was surprised to catch herself so overcomed that she shed many hot tears of release. Release from what, she wasn’t sure, but on the other side, she was elated and elevated. The man just managed to calm her inner demons and release her inner angel. She was growing so much stronger as a person in the security of his embrace. Her inner feminine was now fully in control and the faint recollection of her inner masculine seemed to tickle her with laughter.

There was also this growing urge to protect him. To have him exclusively to herself on a level she never had felt before. She felt this insane flame of passionate jealousy wash over her whenever another woman seemed to draw a bit too close to him. Unlike before where she would have reacted and put the lady in check, she forced herself to stay cool and not pounce. It was extremely hard, but she knew he wanted her to stay cool. He had a way of dismissing the attention that just left her mushy and wet. She often found herself wishing he could take her right then and there.

This was all too new and too much to process, but she was now trusting his leadership through this transition. He was guiding her in the ways of trusting him. He knew how to maneuver about his life cool calm and collected.