Summer Hire Ch. 17

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Back to the GrindMelissa scooted inside the door, putting her hand out behind her to ease the screen door shut, rather than letting it bang loudly against the door frame. She was drenched from the short walk across the entry courtyard. A summer thunderstorm was blowing sheets of rain through the screen door, drenching the rug and flagstones in the entry area.She looked around the room, embarrassed by both her late arrival and the soaking wet blouse that was transparently plastered across her chest. As she feared, Erik had been working at his desk. He looked up from some papers in a warm pool of light. Even though it was mid-morning, the storm had so darkened the sky that the interior of the house seemed dim and moody. Erik looked gorgeous, as always, his face lit by the reflected glow of his old-fashioned desk lamp.A broad smile quickly spread across his features, with a playful suggestion of a leer as his eyes took in her wet figure. “Glad you made it safely back in all this rain. The Aston Martin can be a handful in bad weather.”“Yeah, maybe I should have come back last night. But the drive wasn’t too bad. The rain only got heavy after I was off the highway.” She slowly walked toward him as she talked, trying to be casual in spite of being self-consciousness about her wet blouse. She silently chided herself for being foolish, reminding herself of how easily she had accepted spending most of her time around him in a state of undress. It puzzled her that a wet shirt clinging to her braless breasts should seem so disconcerting – after all, she told herself, the whole point of her summer job was to be his sex toy.“Good… and no, I’m glad you stayed over in the city last night. I missed you, but you’re supposed to have your time off. Being here 24/7 could get oppressive. Don’t want that… anyway, how’d your date with Deborah go?”“Uh, good, I guess. I like her, and we, uh… well, we sort of fooled around, and talked, then fooled around, and talked. I’m sorry for calling about staying over so late. I didn’t realize how much time had gone by.”“No worries. Thanks for calling.”“Yeah, I guess I should have packed an overnight bag or something. I didn’t think I was going to stay over.”“So I guess you’re almanbahis feeling more comfortable with women?”“Between screwing around with Serena and Deborah? I guess so. It still doesn’t feel like something I’d deliberately seek out, but I sure as hell don’t seem to be avoiding it. And I’ve got to tell you, I didn’t see that one coming.”“It’s a whole summer to explore new things. There’s plenty of time to figure out what you like and don’t like.”“Ha, the whole piss-play thing, that’s not way high on my list either, but it wasn’t as weird as I thought.”Erik laughed, “Deborah only really got into that after she started with Michael. Who’d have thought? But anyway, it’s not high on my kink list either.”“Okay, but what is?”Erik looked thoughtful; then he pushed back his desk chair and stood up. He crooked a finger at her as he walked over to the overstuffed reading chair he kept in his office area and flopped into it. He patted his lap, indicating that she should sit.Melissa sat on his lap, remembering to flick away the back of her skirt at the last minute, so her bare skin rested directly on his jeans. She wrapped an arm around his neck and waited for him to continue.“Well, the dom bit you get.”She grinned at how quickly she had come to understand and appreciate his dominant nature.“And you know I love spanking and whipping you. Even more, I love that you love it too. That’s hugely important to me. If you didn’t like it, if it were only something you just tolerated, then it wouldn’t be fun for me. There are doms who really get off on spanking subs who don’t like it. Sure, the subs like submitting, but spanking – physical impact play – is painful and unpleasant for them. It’s sort of like consensually non-consensual play, which… I don’t know… it definitely doesn’t do anything for me. In truth, it’s mostly a huge turn-off for me.”“And that’s why the thing with you and Deborah never worked out?”“Sure, at least a part of why. She tried. I tried. But it just wasn’t working. Anyway, beyond the whole whips and chains thing, I really like tying you up and playing with you, toying with you until you’re hot and bothered and begging to be allowed to come.”Melissa gave a small satisfied groan, almanbahis yeni giriş nestling deeper into his lap. She could feel his erection growing, and she was pretty certain that she was starting to leave a wet spot on his denim. He grinned in response and reached up to stroke her nipple as he continued. “Beyond that, I really enjoy showing you off. You’re beautiful, sexy, smart – the idea that you’re my slave, I own you, is very erotic.”Melissa gave him a puzzled look, a little uncertain about the idea of being “owned.” Even though her sex had clenched powerfully as Erik spoke, the more thinking parts of her weren’t as unequivocally positive.He saw her concern and reassured her, “Fantasy, remember? Dom, sub, fantasy – that’s not reality, at least not my reality. It’s a game we play with our sexuality. You asked what punches my buttons. Showing you off, plus the idea that you’re mine – that definitely punches a button, hard. And I plan to do more of it: taking you to parties, going to clubs… all that good stuff. I just didn’t want to hit you with too much, too fast.”“Ha! Could have fooled me.”“Well, I guess your schedule has been a bit full. But it’s been fun, right?”Melissa nodded dreamily, a little distracted by how he was teasing her nipples as they talked. “It’s been amazing. Well, except Mistress Amy, but I sort of understand why that’s useful.”Erik asked, “And the stuff with Mike?”“Yeah, well Mike’s a great guy, and it really does make sense to learn more about how to defend myself. I guess I was all worried that I’d be learning how to kill a guy in seven seconds… that sort of macho Special Forces thing. At least, how the movies make it look. Mike isn’t anything like that. I mean, he is, sort of. I know he’s got all that ‘been there, done that, killed lots of bad guys’ credentials, but he’s so different than what I thought one of those guys would be.”Erik asked, “How so?”“He’s smart. I mean, I didn’t think commandos were dumb or anything, but he’s really smart and thoughtful. He listens… I mean, he really, really pays attention. And he’s respectful.”“Should I be jealous?”“Ha! No, he doesn’t ‘push’ the same kind of ‘buttons’ for me that you do. Besides, he’s married, almanbahis giriş and he seems like the kind of guy who takes that pretty seriously. Unlike someone else I know who loves to share me around.”He laughed, “The problem is, you like it, don’t you?”Melissa looked away, embarrassed. After a moment, she grumbled, “Guilty.”Erik reached up to caress the side of her face. “It’s okay; I like that in you. Besides, it’s your job, remember?”She nodded, turning back to rest her head on his shoulder.Erik stroked her hair and said, “The reason I asked about how things were with Mike has to do with one of my other hot buttons.”She looked back up at him, puzzled again.He grinned a little sheepishly, “You know, that adolescent Lara Croft fantasy you nailed me about? Well, part of the mystique of you being my slave is the notion that you’re a dangerous woman – who I control. It’s that whole ‘evil spymaster and his gorgeous deadly henchwoman’ trope.”“Yeah, maybe, okay, but I’m not killing anyone for you.”Erik laughed. “Not necessary. But I do have other plans.”“Yesss?” She asked with suspicion.“I’m adding another trainer to your schedule.”“Oh fucking joy.”“She’s not really into kinkdom, but she’s been doing LARP and SCA for almost twenty years.”“And that is…?”“LARP stands for ‘live action role play’ and SCA is the Society for Creative Anachronism. Both groups like dressing up in costume and fighting with ancient weapons, like swords. She’s an expert on sword fighting, and she’s trained dozens of women.”“You want me to learn how to fight with a sword?”He nodded.“Okay, I get why Mike is teaching me how to defend myself, and I’m even willing to learn how to use a gun, which Mike said is going to start next week by the way, but swords? What the hell? Why would I ever need to use a sword?”“So you can fight in tournaments, on my behalf.”“Oh sure,” she started with exaggerated casualness, “well if that’s all it is, then what the fuck are you thinking?”“Okay, so there’s these tournaments in the kink world where trained subs fight each other. They use LARP swords, which are just really fancy foam rubber replicas with an internal stiffener. Getting hit with one hurts a lot less than being whacked with a cane, or tawse for instance.”“So it’s like some gladiator thing? Where you doms all sit around, get drunk, and pound tables, while I sweat my ass off getting beat-up by some freaking Amazon with a sword?”“Oh, so you’ve done it before.”“So funny.

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