Chapter Three

 

 

Gabby soaked in the warm sunshine while sitting in her favorite Adirondack chair in her garden, reading a book. It had been two days since her foray into the local BDSM social scene. She still flamed with embarrassment when she remembered the details, and she’d thought of little else since that night.

Even concentrating on her work had been a challenge, although she’d managed to muddle through the rest of the workweek. Now, it was Saturday, and after working in her yard all morning, she’d showered and curled up out here with every intention of escaping into some fiction. Except, ever since the demonstration, something had shifted inside her and she couldn’t seem to turn off the need brewing inside. She’d even dressed differently this afternoon with a simple halter-top, no bra and the shortest skirt she’d found in her closet. Oh yeah, and no panties.

Gabby laid the book aside and spread her legs. She didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her bare pussy since her garden was protected by a privacy fence and sat back away from the house. It was truly her refuge from the world.

Warmth spread from her toes to her thighs and into the folds of her sex until her clit began to throbbed from a combination of heat and need. She wanted to touch herself to the point it drove her crazy, but the voice in her head—Thomas’s voice—wouldn’t let her. Told her she had to wait. Her hands grazed her inner thighs from her knees to her hips until her body shook with desire, but still, she couldn’t get the picture of him out of her head or stop his voice from admonishing her to behave.

She ached to know what he would do to her if he were here. Would he touch her or make her touch herself in front of him? She’d never done that in front of someone else. The thought frightened her as much as it turned her on. The farther her mind slipped into the fantasy the less she cared about anyone seeing or watching anything she did to the point she wished someone could see her.

She grew wetter by the instant and moisture trickled through her folds. For a quick second, she traced the path with one finger and gasped from the pleasure. She was so wet and horny she contemplated going inside to retrieve her vibrator. It wouldn’t take long.

But she hated that thought.

She wanted to spend long hours at the mercy of a Dom, not a battery operated boyfriend. Not just any Dom, though. She wanted someone she connected with beyond the play. Someone looking to take complete control. Gabby sighed. She was looking for the impossible and damn well knew it.

Here like this, she could still hear her ex-husband Scott’s last words in her head as clear as the day he’d said them.

“Are you really leaving me to become a slut?” Gabby winced at the memory of Scott’s nasty question. In the past, she’d tried every which way to explain to him how she felt and why, but time and time again, he’d called her need to submit to a dominant either stupid or sick.

Relax, Gabrielle. Thomas’s voice was in her head again. He and Angel were right, she needed to relax and do what felt right. Her ex was gone, and no one was here to make her feel incomplete or worthless. She deserved every second of pleasure she found.

Gabby relaxed the tense muscles in her neck and let out a long, slow breath. If she longed to serve a Master, so what? She needed to get past society’s hang-ups and let herself live the way she needed to. Gabby allowed her thighs to fall wider. She let go of the hang-ups holding her back while she massaged her way toward her hungry pussy.

In her mind’s eye, she still saw the girl on stage while Thomas worked her over with the violet wand. Every time the girl jumped or Thomas issued an order, her own clit pulsed and throbbed. Gabby gave her nub a quick touch, and her body arched into the exquisite pleasure that simple move gave her. God, what wouldn’t she give for Thomas to be standing in front of her watching…directing her?

She dragged the tips of two fingers from her clit to her anus creating a stab of lust that clenched low in her belly. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as she relaxed further, allowing herself to enjoy her own touch, not to mention the illicit thought of being outside, wishing someone saw her. She wanted him to see her.

At an excruciatingly slow pace, she eased a finger through her slit, grabbing onto the chair for support. Her head swam with the sizzling lust of the night at the club, the atmosphere, the girl on the table, the buzzing of the wand in the deathly quiet room and the man she still craved.

She pushed another finger alongside the first, and her muscles squeezed, sending a sweet current of sensation along very sensitive tissue and nerve ending. If she angled her fingers just right, she might hit her hot spot that would send her over the edge. Gabby shifted her arm and hand until…

“Oh yes.” Her breath hitched. She moved her fingers in and out. The need to come for him again overwhelmed her. After only a few strokes, her release hovered precariously—

A shrill noise sounded next to her chair nearly, sending her flying into the grass.

“God damn phone.” She couldn’t stop now. She was so close.

The phone rang again. “Damn it.” She had to answer it. She’d been expecting Angel to call all day, and she didn’t want to miss her.

Take the call and keep going. The voice in her head urged her to obey. No one has to know. Could she hide from her best friend the fact she was lying outside half naked with her hand buried in her pussy?

Gabby grabbed the phone with a shaky hand. She’d managed to go this far outside her comfort zone, why not keep going?

“Hello,” she answered, doing the best she could to calm her voice but knowing she still sounded breathless.

“Gabrielle?”

Gabby’s muscles tightened, frozen in shock at the sound of the voice at the other end of the line. Why the hell hadn’t she checked the caller ID?

“Thomas?”

A low chuckle sounded at the other end. A soft sound that pulsed through her body and straight to the clit she’d been about to massage. Oh God, she was masturbating. Guilt surged through her.

“You recognized my voice. I like that.”

“It’s very distinctive.” And seductive.

“Your friend, Angel, gave me your number. She thought you wouldn’t mind. Have I caught you at a bad time?”

You have no idea. She cringed at her thoughts but didn’t move her hand, too afraid he’d hear her.

“No, no, it’s fine. I was just taking a break.” Her voice shook when she spoke, and she prayed he wouldn’t notice.

“You sound out of breath, like I’ve interrupted something.” He paused. “Actually, you sound just like you did at the club the other night.”

No, no, no way could he know what she was doing when he called. Gabby closed her eyes and willed her body to calm, but just hearing his voice made it worse. She wanted to fuck so bad now she almost told him so.

“I was outside reading a book. I had to run for the phone.”

No way could she admit her actions. Not only was he a stranger, but she’d be mortally embarrassed to be caught.

“Gabrielle, are you telling me the truth? What were you really doing?”

Damn it. Busted. He wasn’t going to let this go, and she had no idea what to say.

“It’s nothing really. I was reading a book—”

“Uh-huh. You’re as breathless as when we met, and you weren’t reading a book then.”

No, she was masturbating to his voice. Exactly the same thing she’d been doing when the phone had rung. He was far too perceptive for her own good.

“Where are you Gabrielle? Are you alone?”

“I’m outside in my garden, and yes, I’m alone.” Her heart raced at his questions. Embarrassment warred with need, resulting in the ache to move her fingers. To rub her clit while he spoke to her. Did she dare? She moved her hand a fraction, careful not to make a sound.

“Gabrielle, why are you holding your breath?”

She exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “Nervous, I guess.” Her voice shook.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, although I do expect the truth. What were you doing exactly when the phone rang?”

She chewed on her bottom lip at a loss for words. She was actually considering telling a practical stranger that she’d been touching herself, that she still was.

“Answer now, or I’ll hang up.”

Fear punched her gut. No, she didn’t want him to go.

“I was…I was…” She couldn’t get the words out.

“It’s okay to tell me. You have nothing to fear from me.” For some unknown reason, that calmed her. He calmed her.

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Gabrielle, you’re a sexual woman, a submissive, being embarrassed is never important. Obeying is all that matters. Now, tell me.”

Fine, embarrassment be damned. She’d just do it. “I was touching myself when you called.”

“Was that so hard?”

“I guess not,” she ventured. “Sir,” she added as an afterthought.

“Did you stop when you answered the phone?”

Her breath hitched, and her face flamed, but she’d let him take her this far so why stop now? “I stopped moving my hand, but I didn’t remove it.”

“You fingers are in your pussy now?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” Oh hell, the more he talked and demanded answers the more she wanted to succumb, to give in to her own desires as well as whatever he might ask of her.

“Touch your clit with your thumb for me, Gabrielle.”

“But—”

“Gabrielle,” he interrupted. “Since we’ve been talking, your breathing has grown heavy, your voice shaky, and your resistance has faltered. I recognize the sounds of your need.”

“Yes, Sir,” she acquiesced. Gabby shifted her hand and moved her finger over the hard little nub. The gasp she tried to bite back fell from her lips. This close to her release it wouldn’t take much, in fact, if he tried to make her hold it she might fail her very first task from the one man who haunted her every waking moment.

“Now, just hold still like that for a few minutes and tell me why you are outside playing with yourself? Can anyone see you?”

She shook her head. “No, this is a private garden that I’ve created. No one can see me unless they come in through the gate.” Her breathing accelerated into short, hard pants as she tried to talk and not think about the clit pulsing under her thumb or the fingers being covered by more of her juices.

“You’re a naughty little girl this afternoon. That pleases me. I’m intrigued.”

Her stomach jolted at his praise. The phone began to slip in her hand, and she tightened her grip to maintain her hold. Shifting back into place, she grasped it closer to her ear.

“You want to come, don’t you? You want me to tell me you to come.” His voice rose, louder and deeper than before. “Go ahead. Ask me. Now.”

She hesitated only for a second. “May I come now, Sir?”

“Fuck your pussy first. Let me hear how much you need it. Convince me.”

She moaned on his words, her control threadbare. Still, she followed his instructions. She moved her fingers and moved them fast in an in and out motion that created increasingly more friction.

“Mmm, I can hear you. You’re nice and wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes…yes, Sir.” She couldn’t hold back, sensations swirled through her body. Her nipples tightened, and her muscles clamped.

“Please, Sir. I’m going to come. Please.”

“Then come, Gabrielle. Come for me. Now.”

She flicked her thumb once…twice and everything exploded around her. Her body shook, knocking the phone from her hand, and she screamed out her pleasure. She fucked herself hard, adding a third finger as she rode the wave after wave that crashed over her. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Minutes stretched out as the pulses continued until finally she slumped back into the chair and eased her hand from her sex. Never before in her life had she come this hard. Master Thomas did this to her. Incredible.

Oh crap…the phone.

Gabby searched the grass and found the handset lying where she’d dropped it. She scooped it up and pressed it to her ear as quickly as she could. “Thomas, I’m so sorry. Are you there? I didn’t mean to drop the phone.”

He laughed. “I understand completely, sweetheart. I like hearing the sounds you make when you enjoy yourself. Now, before you go inside and clean yourself up, I want you to find a pen and paper. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t easy to remember the “Sir” every time he addressed her. She twisted to the little table where she’d lain her book and grabbed up the small notebook and pen she always kept by her side no matter where she went. She liked to journal a lot, and there were always little things here and there that she didn’t want to forget. “I have a pen and paper.”

“Very good. Prepared—I like that, too. Write this down. 310 Franklin Street. Tonight at 8:00 p.m. sharp. You’ve piqued my interest, and I’d like to spend some more time with you. I also called to speak with you about a job.”

“A job?” That threw her off track. He’d called her for some other reason than personal? Fresh heat crept up her neck and face.

“Yes, Gabrielle, a job. But I believe, now, that we need to spend some time together beyond that. Which changes my requirements for tonight.”

She stilled, her friend’s warnings running through her head.

“If you want to get to know me on a personal level, and I think you do, you will have to do so on my terms. So tonight, you will come dressed in a skirt with no panties. When you arrive at that address at eight sharp, you will let yourself in. Proceed to the living area at the end of the hall where you’ll lift your skirt and bend over the end of the couch. You will not move or speak until you are instructed. Do you understand these instructions?”

Gabby sat there open mouthed and speechless. She barely knew this man, and he expected her to walk into a strange house that might or might not be his and bare her bottom for God knew what?

“Gabrielle, I know we’re barely acquainted, but I like what I’ve seen so far, and I think you’re attracted to me as well. It could very well be worth the exploration, and the small dare I ask you to make. You don’t know me well enough to fully trust me, but what about Angel? Do you trust her?”

“Of course, I trust her. She’s my best friend.”

“Then ask her if you should come tonight. However, these are my non-negotiable terms. I hope you will come, but if you do not, then I will wish you well in your search and hope we can become friends.”

“What about the job you mentioned?”

“We shall see after tonight. Goodbye, Gabrielle.” The click sounded in her ear, telling her he’d disconnected from the line before she’d had a chance to say another word. Despite that, she sat there stunned and unmoving for several minutes.

Was he serious? Really serious? She would have to be crazy to put herself in a position like that. Right?

Gabby eventually put the phone down and attempted to fix her skirt. She still sat exposed with the fresh air and sunshine beating down on her and now she desperately need to talk to Angel. But first, she wanted a shower and a chance to recover from what had happened in her quiet and usually boring garden on an otherwise average Carolina sunny afternoon.

Twice now, she’d gotten off to a voice that left her shivering in pleasure with a wicked desire to obey him. How had that happened? And should it continue? Angel’s warning from the other day struck her then.

She was right. I do worry way too much. This was about letting go of the past and becoming who she craved to be.

Can I do it?