Her hands reached behind her back to unzip the dress and the movement raised her breasts up. I lowered my mouth instantly, capturing those morsels between my lips. Again, she groaned. “You aren’t making it easy for me to follow directions,” she gritted out. Her legs shifted restlessly; she jutted her hips towards me.
I grinned. “I never promised I would.” I waited for her dress to drop to the ground before I pushed her panties down her hips. I leaned close to voice an order in her ear. “I want you to keep quiet. Do you want a gag, or will you be good?”
Her eyes were bright with anticipation. There were ghosts of memories in this barn and her reaction - the excitement, arousal and lust that was radiating from her – was exactly what I needed to finally lay these ghosts to rest. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
I held her panties in front of her. “One moan, one whimper, one cry, and I will gag you.” I leaned forward to kiss her. “Okay, cherie?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
I moved her wrists behind her back, wrapping them around the pillar. “Can you keep them there?”
She nodded. She could just about link her fingers together. “Yes Sir,” she said sweetly.
Each time she gave willing consent, I let go a little bit of my past, of that terrible day and its aftermath. “Part your legs,” I said.
She obediently shuffled them apart. She stood there, naked, holding her hands obediently around the pillar. I could see each inhale and exhale of breath, each tremor that ran through her. Tiny little goose bumps rose on her skin as I watched and I smiled. “Nervous, ma petite?”
She shook her head. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it free, doubling it and swinging it in the air. “Still not nervous?”
“Should I be, Sir?” she asked me bravely. “I’m not afraid of you.”
My heart thudded in my chest as she uttered those words. I kissed her lips, teasing her erect nipples with the leather strap until she whimpered softly into my mouth. “No noise,” I warned. “I’ll be right back.” She nodded and I headed to the bedroom to retrieve the toys I’d brought - a flogger, some rope, a buttplug and more.
I had to wonder if there was a small part of me that had always realized I needed to come back to this barn to try and overwrite the memories of that day from the past. The farmhouse had been renovated, but perhaps that was the reason I’d done nothing to clean up the barn. There was still the old wooden table in the corner that could serve as a makeshift bed. Ropes could still be hung from the rafters from the ceiling, so I could immobilize Jenny and bring her to repeated gasping pleasure.
Gathering the toys, I made my way back to Jenny, who was still standing where I left her, back pressed to the pillar, arms locked behind it. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even. Her nipples were erect and her legs parted. A shaft of sunlight bathed her skin. She looked radiant.
I cleared my throat and her eyes flew open. “Did I startle you?”
“A little, Sir,” she admitted. “I didn’t hear you come in. I was enjoying the warmth.”
I deposited the armful of toys next to her. “Hard or soft today?” I asked her. She was similar to me in that she didn’t need the same thing all the time. Some days, she seemed to need pain to drive out her demons. Other days, she craved kisses and gentleness and warmth.
Whatever her heart’s desire was, I wanted to give it to her.
She considered my question, then she smiled. “Is medium an acceptable answer?” she asked. “I want to feel it, but I don’t want marks for the rest of the trip.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Surprise me, Sir,” she shot back cheekily. “I’m sure you can think of something.”
I laughed aloud and took her panties out of my pocket. “I did warn you to be good,” I told her. “Open up.”
She parted her lips obediently and I bunched the panties into a ball and pushed them into her mouth. Her eyes remained untroubled, and waves of lust still rolled off her. She was perfect.
I reached for a riding crop, teasing her nipples with the leather tip. Her breath caught audibly and she tried to push herself against it, rubbing her nub against the edge. “Stay still,” I said sharply. “Do you think you are in charge here?” I smacked the top of her breast with the crop, smiling slightly as I heard her hiss of pleasure.
A spot of red bloomed at the point of contact. Everything in her body screamed out for more and I was happy to oblige.
My palm closed over her soft breast, relishing her gasp as my fingers tweaked at her bud. “You like that?” I asked her as I soothed the spot that I’d cropped. My mouth followed, kissing away her pain.
In her chest, her heart beat like a trapped butterfly. But she was free to leave whenever she wanted. She wasn’t tied down – yet.