Chapter 43: Chapter 43

I made Sean take care of registration at the inn, even though I’d booked the room. While he exchanged pleasantries with the pretty receptionist, I stood back and pretended to study the rack of brochures advertising limousine tours of the wine country, rinky- dink local museums and a geyser that was no longer so faithful after the last big earthquake. As we stepped out of the foyer, I caught the young woman studying me curiously. Obviously she hadn’t yet realized

that some guests prefer not to be seen.

Sean and I carried our own overnight bags back to our cottage suite, hurrying along the path through the perennial garden as if to avoid prying eyes. We closed the door behind us and exchanged a smile. The sitting room was just like the photograph online—marble fire-

place, luxury sofa, furnishing that suggested both ele- gance and self-indulgence.

My husband headed to the bedroom.

“This has potential,” he said, nodding toward the four-poster bed.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I teased. “Why don’t you go get a glass of wine or something? I need to freshen up.”

He smiled. “I noticed a place that has tastings on the town square. I’ll take my time.”

As soon as he was gone, I promptly ran myself a bath in the champagne slipper tub. My lover, who would only come to visit me here at this inn, insisted that I be “clean” for him, which meant my armpits, legs and vulva had to be freshly shaved. If I was sloppy, he’d drag me back into the bathroom and do the job right himself.

Carefully bathed and perfumed with moisturizer, I wrapped myself in the inn’s terry robe and curled up on the sofa to wait for him. Already my lower parts were feeling tingly, and my breasts ached for his touch. I ran a finger idly over my satin-smooth labia, checking for any strays. Without thinking, one finger dipped into the cleft and brushed my distended clit. I flicked it tenta- tively, then with more purpose.

The knock on the cottage door made me jump. I rushed to the door.

“Eva, my dear, how good to see you after all this time,” he said in his usual proper tone. It was Frank.

“Yes, it’s been too long,” I said, instinctively bowing my head.

He took my chin in his hand and gazed sternly into my eyes. “Is that why you’re so impatient? Look at what you’re wearing. Does a lady greet her guest this way?”

“I missed you so much, I thought we…” I faltered. “Hasn’t your husband been keeping the home

furrow plowed?”

I swallowed. “It’s never like it is with you, Frank.” His dark eyes softened. “Since you’re in such a hurry,

go get the bed ready. I’ll join you in a few moments.”

My pulse racing, I pulled back the quilt and sheets and spread out the large towel I’d brought from the bathroom. I perched myself at the edge of the bed feeling very much on edge myself. Who knew what Frank would do tonight? I was suddenly aware of the warm slickness between my legs.

Frank could make me wet before he even touched me.

Just then he sauntered into the bedroom, an impres- sive erection already tenting his robe. I blushed and looked away.

He sat on the bed beside me. “You have some- thing naughty to tell me, don’t you, Eva? I know that expression on your face.”

My cheeks flamed brighter.

“Are you going to confess or will I need to resort to firmer means?”

I felt another gush of arousal ooze down my thighs.

“While I waited for you, I…” “Out with it.”

“I touch…touched myself.”

“Indeed? Do you think of me and masturbate when you’re at home, too?”

I nodded reluctantly.

Frank clicked his tongue. “Your poor bastard of a husband has no idea how depraved you are. You know you need to be disciplined for this?”

I nodded again, my heart now thumping against my ribs.

Calmly, deliberately, Frank arranged my body across the bed and tied my wrists to the bedposts with the belts of our robes.

“Now that your greedy fingers are safe from wander- ing into a dirty place, I’ll teach you what it means to be patient.”

Straddling me, Frank yanked my loose robe apart and began to kiss my breasts ever so softly for what seemed like an hour until I was squirming and moaning and juicing all over. Gradually he increased the stimula- tion, twisting my stiff pink nipples between his fingers, nipping them gently.

“Please, touch me. Down there,” I begged. “Patience, my dear. You’re going to learn patience to-

night.”

He suckled my breasts some more, laughing softly at my growing distress.

Finally, I realized what I had to do. “Frank?”

“Yes, my dear.”

“I’m sorry for being rude. I promise I’ll wear a respectable dress next time. Pearls. I’ll greet you like a proper lady.”

“Yes, I want to see you in your Sunday best, Eva,” he agreed, appeased at last. “Now that you’ve learned your lesson, we can proceed. Spread your legs.” He trailed his fingers over my shaved slit, and I shuddered. “Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?”

I groaned assent.

It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider.

“You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before me naked and read the entries aloud while I decide how to punish you.”

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered and arched up against my bonds. “I prom…promise,” I stuttered.

“Do you want me to fuck you now? Be honest. Isn’t that why you came to the door with your tits practically falling out of that slutty bathrobe?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

Suddenly impatient himself, Frank threw off his robe, knelt between my legs and pushed himself into me in a single stroke. Tweaking my nipple just so, he began thrusting into me, with exquisite care, so I could rub my bald lips against his wiry bush.

“Tell me what a dirty girl you are,” he hissed.

Panting and sweating, I babbled out the truth of my darkest desires. “I love sex. I love cocks ramming up inside me. I love getting tied up and spanked on my pussy. I love shaving myself so I can be perfectly bare all over just for you.”

Frank answered each confession with a deep grunt of pleasure. He was losing it now and so was I. The prim Victorian bed squeaked beneath us. I jerked my hips up and up, desperate in my need, the knot of pleasure in my belly growing hotter and bigger until it exploded, bursting from my throat in a wail of release. Abandoning all propriety now, Frank bellowed rudely as he came into me: fuck oh fuck Eva fuck.

Afterward we lay in each other’s arms, marveling again that each time brought something wonderful and new.

“That masturbation log is a pretty perverted idea,” I said, snuggling close. “We’d better come back soon, or I’ll be reading my twisted fantasies to you all night.”

“Did I go too far? Be frank now.” Sean grinned.

I felt another sweet twinge between my legs. “No, honey, that’s your job.”