Aprons For Gayle Ch. 12

Walking to her, his eyes locked onto hers, he took her glass, finished off the juice and set it on the counter. He put his hand on her cheek and kissed her softly, the heat slowly building. Pulling back, he asked sarcastically, "Did that hurt?" After she shook her head, he said, "When will you ever learn that I will not hurt you?" He didn't wait for a reply. "I'd have it no other way. And you may wear your trainers."

After he put the toys in a paper bag, they took a leisurely walk through the woods led by Bessie, who stopped here and there to smell a rock or some grass. Gayle, for some odd reason, walked slower than she usually did. It might have been because of the threat of the flogger, but she had to admit it wasn't. It was at times like this, with the sun beating down on her and not having any pressure to please him, that she was beginning to appreciate.

Hamish, on the other hand, was hating the silence between them. "Tell me, what happened between you and your ex?"

She looked at him a little cross. "Wow! What a way to spring that on me."

"I've never been one for beating around the bush."

She sighed, grabbed a stick Bessie laid in her path and threw it. "Like I said, we got along great outside of the bedroom. He was ... domineering, in the bedroom, selfish. The only thing that was really fucked up was him fudge packing with his roommate."

"Shyte! Fudge packing? Well, thank you very much. I am officially off ever eating fudge again."

She didn't feel like laughing at his joke. "Aside from anal, the other part that I have trouble with is ... being forced to, um ... I have really bad gag reflex, and he'd push my head too much, make me take more than I could handle. I actually threw up once."

"Ah. But you've had no problem taking most of my cock."

"Yes, because for the first time I actually pushed myself." She was suddenly afraid she'd confessed something she shouldn't have.

A few minutes later, he asked, "Is that all?"

She didn't like the tone in his voice, as it was very accusatory. "Yeah." Changing the subject to take the heat off of her her, she asked, "How about you? Have you ever had a serious relationship?"

"Oh, no," he retorted.

"Why is it so hard for you to find a woman?"

"No. I meant there is something else, isn't there?"

She didn't answer right away but managed to say, "When I found him, he chased me to the hall with the bed sheet wrapped around his waist and he ... He pinned me against the wall, threatened me never to tell anyone, especially his parents. I was shaking so badly and ... When I didn't answer quick enough he slapped me, hard. Left my cheek bruised for days."

It was a moment before he said, "Thus no slapping of your face."

She nodded. "But I'm okay with ... what we've done so far, paddling and stuff."

He grinned. "Stuff? You refer to having sex with me as stuff?"

She looked at him sharply, then when she saw he was smiling she chuckled. "You know what I mean."

Just as they approached the edge of the lake, he said, "And yes." Looking at him confused, he reiterated. "I did have a lass to whom I was engaged."

"Really?"

"Yes. That was at uni. Once we graduated she found a job in London. I wasn't willing to have a relationship long distance, so I ended it."

Placing the bags on the bench, he followed her to the water's edge, picked up a rock and threw it in. Bessie, not seeing what he threw, went in after it. Hamish laughed and shook his head. "That bloody dog would chew rocks if I let her."

Gayle chuckled. "Granny had a retriever that actually did, along with acorns and tree branches. She wasn't too bright."

As Bessie brought back a stick that must have been in the water, Hamish threw it back in, and of course the canine went to retrieve it. The ripples skirted over the surface as she paddled closer, held it between her teeth then came back to shore.

Gayle had learned her lesson at the beach and stepped back away several feet just before the dog shook out the water from her fur. "Ha!" she shrieked. "You're not getting me wet this time!"

Bessie must have mistook her exclamation as Caninish for, 'Come here!' In mid shake, she headed straight to Gayle, stood at her feet and again shook her body. Multitudes of water shot out but only a few drops found her. Wagging her tail, Bessie dug her nose between Gayle's knees.

"Thought you'd get me wet that time, didn't you, girl!" Gayle chided as she pet the dog's head.

That, in turn, must have been Doginese because Bessie suddenly sneezed violently, prompting dog-snot to collect on her hand and most of her arm. Hamish burst into a fit of laughter, his hand on his stomach, his face toward the sky.

"Oh, my God!" Gayle screamed then laughed as well, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "Of all the ..."

Kicking off her sneakers, she went into the water just to her ankles, bent over and washed away the slobbery mess, providing Hamish with the perfect view of her ass, not that she thought twice about it.

"Fucking lovely," he growled. "Bessie, you are getting a prime choice steak for dinner tonight for this little stunt. Well done."

At hearing his words, Gayle turned around, put her hands on her hips and walked toward her boss and his furry conspirator. Grinning wickedly, she put her arm up and dried it on the back of his t-shirt.

He didn't even flinch. "I guess I deserved that," he grumbled.

"Yeah, you did," she said seriously then laughed. "And there are no more steaks left. So your little sidekick is S.O.L."

"S.O.L?"

"Shit out of luck."

"Hmm, you are pushing your luck, I have to say."

"Well, I am at your mercy, am I not?" she asked in a very poor British accent.

In a split second he took both of her wrists, twisted them around her back and pulled her to him hard, their bodies flush, their eyes locked. She inhaled sharply and looked at him, bewildered. Her heartbeat fluttered with the way he was burrowing his eyes into hers, and she felt her cheeks blush, making her turn her head away from him from embarrassment.

He didn't care much for that, though, and placed his forefinger under her chin. Pushing it up, she was forced to look back into his face, then his eyes. There was an intensity in them that surprised her, yet she wasn't sure if it was a reflection of her own thoughts and feelings.

With his thumb, he pressed her chin down until her lips parted slightly then traced the pad over her bottom lip corner to corner. Her heart jumped to her throat as she kept telling herself over and over to breath. Her shoulders flexed and tensed as her fingers curled into a fist -- from nerves or from excitement, she couldn't tell.

"After last night, one would think you wouldn't still be shy. But I'm curious. Are you afraid of me? The truth, just in case you ask."

Her eyebrows furrowed at the question, though she couldn't hide the grin at his comment; he always had to be one step ahead of her. Am I really that transparent?

"Sir? May we sit, please?"

He nodded, led her to the bench, put the paper bag of toys on the ground then both sat down. Facing the lake, she had to dig deep within herself to find the answer. She decided the best approach was to be honest.

"I ..." She had to clear her throat. "Afraid of you? No Sir. But at first I thought you were a dickhead. I wish I could figure you out." She looked at him briefly. "One day you're thoughtful and fun. The next I'm chained to the fucking bed overnight." She swallowed hard waiting for his retaliation. There was none.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm walking on glass around you. You want me to be upfront with you, be honest. But I just want to be me. But sometimes I feel like I can't. I've never been good at expressing my feelings. I've called my own shots, made my own decisions. I've never had to answer to anyone 24-7 ... well, other than family. I've hardly had the time to relax and really enjoy myself here. This weekend, though, has been great. I haven't felt so ... chained to the house, now that you've given me the freedom to explore on my own. So, no, I'm not afraid of you. I would use the word cautious."

"Hmm," he muttered.

Apprehensively she looked at him again, only then afraid she'd said too much, and with that one utterance knew for sure he was about to drown her in the lake. But she had the opportunity to get to know him better and wasn't about to waste her chance.

"Sir? May I ask you something?"

He nodded again, giving her a cautious grin. "You told me earlier you were going through something that was hard for you to deal with." She didn't want to come right out and ask him in case it would offend him.

He was quiet for several moments, his shoulders immediately tensed as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "The anniversary of Mum's death is Tuesday. I always get a little ..."

"Lost?"

He looked at her sharply then nodded. "I won't make your stay here a waste, Ms. Boyce. This week has been more of ... a test, than anything, and you passed. You're a hard worker, and yes, maybe I did push you a bit hard at times, and as I've said, I will continue to do so. But whether you realize it or not I do think highly of you. And if I were honest too, I have enjoyed having you here."

"I'm sorry, Sir, about your mom. I'm only curious about you, just as you are of me. And thank you."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "So, do you want my life's story?"

"No Sir. I don't want to pry."

He took a deep breath, put his arm on the back of the bench and turned his body to face her. "The reason I called off the wedding with my ex-fiance was because Father didn't like her. He thought she was simply after the money, which wasn't the case at all. She wanted a career and to make a name for herself before she settled down and married. I did love her, and it was ages before I got back to normal. Jack was the one that ... got me back on my feet."

She listened intently, surprised his voice was filled with anger, resentment -- some intense emotion she couldn't put her finger on. "Sir? What about your brother?"

"As I told you we always competed for Father's ... affection, acceptance, whatever the hell it was that bastard could never give us. If I thought he hated me, he hated Ian more."

"Hated sounds so harsh. How can someone hate their child?"

"Father resented Ian for killing our mum. He barely acknowledged him, and I got the blame for everything that lad did, even for things that he didn't. He had to give his opinion on everything -- which school courses I would take, what profession I should get into, which girl to date that had the most family money, what to eat for dinner. By the time I graduated uni I swore I'd never let that man rule my life."

Gayle really didn't know what to say so she let it alone. She had a long way to go before she really understood him, but it was a start. She had to give him a chance, so she stood, picked up the bag of toys and handed it to him. It was the only way she knew how to show him she did trust him, and he had proven himself as well.

"Is this something you really want?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes Sir."

"Alright." Looking down over her face, he raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Boyce, do you remember the obedience training you took at the club in Washington?"

Oh, crap! What have I started? "Yes Sir."

"Let's do a little test of what all you've learned. Remove your outfit."

Taking a deep breath to build her confidence, she quickly undressed, laid the apron on the bench neatly folded and faced him confidently so as not to give any indication of her slight fear.

He smiled approvingly, grabbed the bag and walked to the tree line, looking at the low branches curiously until he was satisfied with one spot. "Ms. Boyce, come here."

Obediently she went to him, put her hands behind her and waited, though she only had to wait a few seconds. He pulled out the restraints and secured them around each of her wrists then pulled out the rope, untied it and flung it over a thick, strong branch that was about four feet above her head. He told her to face the trees then ran one end through the ring of one restraint and knotted it fancily and pulled on it to make sure it wouldn't slip free.

Then he ran the other end of the rope through the other restraint ring, into the one he'd just done and pulled that through tight enough so that she was forced to raise her arms until they were over her head and completely straight. It took a minute or so as he did this to make sure she was properly secure, though there were a few inches of slack.

"Spread your legs," he instructed.

Doing so, her wrists came together, and she tried to get as comfortable as she could as she planted her feet into the soft, sparse grass. From the corner of her eye she could see he was still fiddling here or there to make sure he was indeed satisfied. Smiling, he leaned back and looked up and down her body slowly, painstakingly slowly.

He fought every impulse not to touch her, not yet. Oh, he wanted to desperately, but he also wanted to admire her. Leaning forward, he brought his lips just inches from her ear. "Gayle, if no one has ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are, I am telling you now."

No, no one had ever told her that, other than her parents, which didn't count. It was nice to hear, nonetheless. She stood motionless, fisting her hands nervously, trying to catch her breath and control her breathing, which was difficult. A sudden light breeze enveloped her body, and although the sun was beaming on her back, a chill crept over her entire body. In response, goose flesh erupted all over, and she closed her eyes to relish the sensation.

Stepping behind her, he pressed his chest against her back, purposely keeping his quickly growing cock away from the crack of her ass. Placing his hands on her hips, he buried his chin in the nape of her neck and began to kiss and lick his way to her earlobe, where he flicked the tip of his tongue under the lobe. With his lips he nibbled the fleshiest part, occasionally running his tongue over it before licking all the way to the top.

She took in a sharp breath and tilted her head toward him, her lips slightly parted as his hands explored her shoulders, skimming down to her ass cheeks, where he eagerly and playfully squeezed them a few times. Giggling nervously, she hated that he pulled back and lost the contact between their bodies.

A moment later he stood in front of her, and as difficult as it was for her to look into his eyes, seeing the lustful expression on his face she wanted nothing more than to touch him, hold him. For the first time her body yearned for his.

He placed the palms of his hands on her cheeks and rubbed his thumbs over the blushing apples. Leaning forward, he brushed his cheek against hers, closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his hands over the small of her back. Slowly, he brought his lips to hers, lingering a second then took her bottom lip between his, softly and passionately kissed her.

Hamish's gesture did not escape Gayle. Her body reacted in a surge of hunger and need that scared her, yet invigorated her. She moaned softly and gave him all that she could in that moment, pressing her lips as hard as she could in her restricted position. Their tongues went in search of the others' as his hands slid down to her breasts. Taking a firm hold of each, he pinched her nipples, soft at first, before he began to twist them.

She took in a sharp breath when he grasped her nubs and pinched harder, forcing her to break the kiss. "Mmm. Wow," she muttered then opened her eyes.

Not saying a word, he caressed her breasts again before scraping his pinky fingernail down between her breasts to her stomach. Grinning wickedly, he flattened his hand and slipped it between her thighs, teasing first then ran the pad of his finger from her entrance to her clit. Keeping his eyes on her face, he took her now erect nipple between his teeth then sucked, all the while circling his finger lightly before flicking it faster until she threw her head back and tried to bend her knees, to no avail.

Releasing the nipple, he leaned back up but didn't remove his finger. "Stay still. Do not move, and do not come."

She wasn't able to say a word, much less moan, so she simply shook her head.

Again concentrating on her clit, he began to maneuver his finger, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft. She was losing her mind quickly, but in a good way. He definitely was talented with his fingers, and before she knew it he'd slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

"Hmmph." She groaned as he put his thumb on her clit and kept up his prior action.

"You are drenched, so hot and tight," he cooed, his hot breath blowing over her breasts. "You like that, don't you?"

Nodding emphatically, she manged to mumble, "Yes Sir."

Penetrating inside her a few times, he asked, "Your pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?"

Again nodding, she moaned, "Yesss Sir ... No, no! 'm going to ..."

In the nick of time, he pulled his hand away before she would have come, and for a brief moment she hated him for it. But when he held her and kissed her passionately, it quickly faded.

"I need to be inside you, too, Gayle. To feel your walls gripping my cock. Hmm, I would think I'd die a happy man. But not quite yet. I have other plans for you."

Oh, fuck! What the hell are you doing to me?!

After gathering the full length of her hair, in which he brought over her shoulder to keep her back bare, he then disappeared from her sight. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the paper from the bag crumbling behind her. She knew what that meant.

Staring at her backside, he admired her shapely figure before finally approaching her. Waiting a second to build anticipation, he ran his warm hands over her shoulders.

"Now, relax, little fawn. I will start off with light strokes at first, but remember to call out your safe word if you need to. I will immediately stop and release you. Are you ready?"

Yes. No."Yes Sir."

"Very good."

Giving her a quick kiss of assurance on the nape of her neck, he stepped back several feet, grabbed the flogger and did a few figure eights in the air, letting the handle meld with the shape of his hand. From the corner of his eye he saw her legs tense, and she tried to look back, but he purposefully stood in her blind spot so she couldn't see him.

Her heart started to pound, and she wished she had something to hold onto, but there was nothing. Her hands dangled, and all she could do was fist her hands as the gust of air from the flogger's momentum swooshed over her ass and thighs. Closing her eyes, she waited for the first contact.

The ends of the leather strips snapped on her right ass cheek then her left, and within seconds the impact alternated between her cheeks and upper thighs. The floggings were light at first but increased gradually, though never hard and always controlled. Every time the straps touched her skin she would moan and jump slightly. Loving her responsiveness, he fed off of it and read her body perfectly, knowing when and where to make the next strike.

Gayle was very relieved Hamish's strokes were as gentle as they were, so she forced herself to settle her nerves and let him continue. Soon enough the flogger kissed her shoulder blades, the small of her back then back to her buttocks to her thighs and shins. The rhythm was perfectly in sync, and she found her breathing become shallow and loud, her head tilted against her shoulder.

"That's it, Gayle," he said. "Let the leather caress your back, your thighs, your ass."

She heard him, but she didn't. Her mind was starting to wander as she felt her backside grow hot with each stroke, but it was surprising. It felt good to her, and as her mouth hung open she heard a soft whine escape her lips.