Letting Go by Letting Go – Chapter 1
(m/f,BDSM, cons, romantic)
Chapter I.
“I can’t come,” she sighed, running a red fingernail around the rim of her glass. “Well, I can, but it takes…you know…forever. And even then, I don’t get the fireworks that I’ve been hoping for.” She stared dispassionately into the half finished margarita. Victoria Josephine Reed was still beautiful at forty- two, her long copper hair cascading in ringlets to mid- back. He marveled at her youthful appearance, her body still strong and supple despite a casual workout regimen and a none-too-strict diet.
“What do you think the problem might be?” He was three years her junior, nearsighted and overweight. Not a terrific specimen, he knew. He still had her scent on his fingers and her taste on his tongue, even though they hadn’t been lovers for nearly twenty years. And he still found her beautiful, although her features were sharp and severe, her nose having been broken and her chin scarred by an auto accident some years before. Still, her body was wonderful, he thought. Her small breasts were still firm, he could tell from their outline against her tee shirt. Her smile was still enchanting. And her voice grabbed him somewhere between his masculinity and his heart.
“I think it’s because I’m a controlling person,” she mused, sipping at the now- warm cocktail. “I get close, but then my mind….just, er…stops me somehow. I can’t give in to the feelings, I don’t know why.” He could see tears of frustration beginning to form in her pale green eyes. “I want to come, I really do. And I’m jealous of the women who can come so intensely and so easily.”
“Do you have a lover?” he asked, immediately knowing the answer. Of course she had a lover, perhaps a few. A woman as sexual and as lovely as Victoria had no difficulty finding lovers.
She set the drink upon the scarred table. The bar was nearly empty, the early afternoon crowd gone and the after work crowd not yet evident. “Uh-huh. And don’t get me wrong; Carl is wonderful. He’s a very strong lover… he’s a body builder you know, really has a lot of stamina. Thank God. Even though I never make it. I get sort of close, you know, but…” She stared past him into the dim recesses of the bar. The jukebox was playing an old Pat Benetar tune, “Hit me with your best shot…c’mon and hit me with your best shot…”
The man across the table from her felt his heart sink. Stamina. A pack a day, seventy extra pounds, a lazy wife and a sedentary lifestyle had taken away any real stamina he had ever had. And this Carl was a body builder… Jesus. He didn’t stand a chance. “Lemme guess,” he grinned wryly. “The guy drives a Ferrari and makes two hundred grand a year too?”
Her laugh was musical, almost in perfect harmony with the jukebox. “No, he drives a pickup and he only makes fifty a year. Surely you’re not jealous!”
“Not jealous, really.” But he was. He couldn’t explain why, but he wanted her again. “But back to your problem….”
She smiled softly at him. “I need to somehow lose control” she continued, pausing to sip again at her drink. “Drugs and booze don’t do it, although I’m sure that a second margarita wouldn’t hurt…”
He gestured to the waitress, a pale-looking young brunette in faded jeans. She took the order and walked lazily toward the bar. “I think I may have the answer to your problem,” he mused. “You’ll have to trust me, and do exactly as I tell you. I promise you that you’ll be safe, but I can also promise you that you won’t be in control…”
The drinks arrived. Victoria picked up her glass and regarded him with a worried expression. “What are you talking about, Paul?”
He smiled mysteriously. “You’ll find out tomorrow. Take a cab to the hacienda. I’ll be waiting. Wear something sexy for me. I’ll have everything else we need.” He sipped at his wine and continued to smile at her. This would work, he thought. She’d be his plaything, and in return he would give her the release she craved. He continued, “You’ll have one tool of control. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow. Dinner?”
She stared at him. “But… but I thought we’d… you know, tonight… I mean, I’ve missed you and I was hoping…” Her voice trailed off.
His smile never left his face. “Oh, sweet lady, we will. Tonight I think you should have a long, warm bath and a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it.”
author:Uncle Squinty