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Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:25 GMT



                               Healing Jess

                                 Part 5



                                By: Liette



      After her terrifying, foundation shaking, confusingly wondrous

 ordeal, Kevin allowed Jessica some much needed privacy to tend to her

 morning rituals and pull herself back together, leaving her only with

the

 instructions that she was to wear just a robe, nothing more, and be

 downstairs for breakfast sometime within the next hour.  She sat now

at

 her vanity absently combing her hair.

      What was happening to her? she wondered, staring at the green

eyed

 woman who suddenly seemed like a stranger.  How could she find

pleasure

 in what he had done?  Why wasn't she confronting him in moral

outrage?

      "Jessica Marie!" her mother's voice shrieked in her ear.  The

same

 way it had all those years ago.  "How could you?!  How could you do

this

 to me?!  What kind of tramp am I raising?!"

      Jessica cringed now as she had done then.  She had been all of

nine

 at the time and fresh from being hospitalized for an intestinal

 infection.  Nothing life threatening, Doctor Radcliff, the family's

stern

 and rather strict matron of a physician had informed them, but one

that

 would keep her confined and under "special" treatment for several

weeks.

 Little Jessica hadn't understood what that conspiratory "special"

meant,

 not until she was wheeled for the first time, flat on her back, into

the

 treatment room.

      "What's that?" the little girl had asked innocently, temporarily

 allowed to sit.

      Doctor Radcliff hadn't even bothered to look up from the mixture

she

 was making of pale yellow liquid and warm water.  "It's medicine,

dear."

      There was an awful lot of it Jessica had thought, eyeing the

 stainless steel pan dubiously.  She had then watched the doctor open

a

 drawer and unwrap a large rubber syringe, a distorted version of the

 smaller one that her mother sometimes flushed her ears with, and

thought

 how nasty the rubber was going to taste, wondering if the medicine

would

 be even worse.

      "Do I have to drink it all?" she had whispered worriedly to her

 mother.

      Wilimina Witthers, beautiful and aloft, regal and unbending, the

 perfectly polished matriarch-in-waiting of the Witthers line, had

graced

 her daughter with a cool, prudent smile.  "You aren't going to drink

it,

 darling."

      Not understanding, Jessica had wanted to ask more, to find out

just

 how the mysterious medicine was to going work then, but her mother

had

 frowned, a silent warning that children should be seen not heard, and

 Doctor Radcliff had started speaking.

      "Lie down now, Jessica, and turn on your side," the matron had

 instructed.

      She had, aided by the shy little nurse that had been waiting

meekly

 in the corner.  It didn't alarm her at first that the women didn't

 release her, not even when the doctor had brought the pan and set it

 somewhere behind her and confided in her mother that she hoped "the

child

 wasn't fussy."  Only when her gown was raised and her leg lifted and

bent

 at the knee had she begun to squirm uncomfortably.

      "Be still, Jessica," he mother had ordered.

      The nurse had taken her leg then, shushing her, and a firm hand

had

 spread her little buttocks.

      "Mama?"

      A finger touched her where even she had never dared.  Warm and

 sticky it had pressed at her, worming its way inside.

      "Mama!" she had wailed, terrified by the intruder.  It was

painful

 and strange.  She twisted around, trying to dislodge it.

      "Quiet, child," the nurse had whispered with some urgency.

"Hold

 still and it will all be over soon."

      Sure enough, the probing digit was withdrawn and Jessica,

sniffling,

 quieted.  In another instant, however, she felt the firm tip of the

 rubber syringe nudging to take its place.  She squealed and jerked,

 understanding at last.  They were going to put the medicine in her

 bottom!

      "Jessica!" her mother had commanded in her most authoritative

voice.

      It didn't matter.  As soon as it became obvious that the

situation

 was out of hand, Doctor Radcliff had backed off to pronounce, "We'll

have

 to use the straps.  Patricia."

      The little nurse had released her, but her mother was there

 instantly, holding her still and hissing in her ear to behave like a

 proper young lady.  Then the bands had come, wide belts that wrapped

her

 twisting body, pinning her firmly to the table.  She'd wept as the

rubber

 had poked into her again and shrieked when the warm solution had

flooded

 and stung her bowels.  A cotton ball had held it in, the pressure

 building with each new application, until she felt she was going to

 burst.  They had made her hold it then, weeping and screaming, until

 finally rolling her to her back and allowing her to release herself

into

 a metal pan.

      It had been a horrible and demeaning experience, repeated time

and

 again, day after day, but the worst was still to come.  Near the end

of

 her stay she had been wheeled again into the dreaded room, already

 restrained due to repeated fits, and the treatment had begun without

any

 new incident.  It had been then that the doctor had inadvertently

brushed

 the sensitive underdeveloped area between her legs.  Jessica had

jumped

 at the unexpected tickle of sensation.

      "Mrs. Witthers," the doctor had called her mother over,

disapproving

 and cool.

      Jessica was brushed again, this time deliberately, and squirmed

at

 the touch.

      "I believe this child is... excited," the woman had pronounced

with

 a trace of disgust.

      "Surely not," her mother had objected in horror.

      "See for yourself."

      Another brush.  Another squirm.  Jessica whimpered, not

 understanding their words or the little sparks that shot through her.

      "Dear God!" her mother had exclaimed.

      And that was all she had said until she had gotten Jessica home

two

 days later.  That was when the yelling started, the condemnation and

 accusations.  Jessica had wept bitterly, not understanding what her

 mother meant or why it was so important that her remaining treatments

had

 been ice cold, making her cramp, until Wilimina had sensed the

weakness

 of her confusion and gone into great and lengthy detail on the proper

 behavior of proper ladies, stressing emphatically that receiving any

 pleasure, any sensations at all except proper shame, from being

touched

 "back there", or even "down there", was strictly forbidden and the

mark

 of a cheap and common street walker.  Full comprehension hadn't come

for

 years, but it had stayed with her a lifetime.

      Until Kevin, Jessica thought now.

      She had slowly come to understand and accept over the years that

 traditional sex, or even a little experimentation, wasn't wrong or

 shameful, even before she'd met her husband, but it was only though

his

 encouragement and support that she had learned to open herself

 completely.

      Or so she had thought.

      Until last night.

      Until this morning.

      Was it wrong of her to respond the way she had? she asked the

 stranger silently, aching with the need to know.  To experience such

 sinful bliss, such forbidden pleasure?  Kevin hadn't seemed to think

so,

 had even maneuvered her into receiving it, but she had no gage

against

 which to measure herself.  Women, the women she knew anyway, would

never

 dream of admitting to such a thing let alone be willing to discuss

it.

 Was she normal then?  Justified?  Permitted?  Or was she behaving

like

 the lowly tramp her mother had warned she could become?  Kevin loved

her,

 she knew that, but trapped by his own overwhelming urges, had he

sensed

 that potential in her and drawn it out, wanting to glimpse a

forbidden

 fantasy, but hoping that's all it would be?  If so, was he hiding

shame

 for her even now?  Could she ever be the same in his eyes again?  Did

she

 want to?

      The questions whirled through Jessica's mind, making her dizzy.

She

 loved Kevin so much, she couldn't bear it if he....  She shook her

head,

 forcing the thought away.  She was too confused, too upset, to think

 clearly.  She would just have to go cautiously, wait, allow things to

 unfold, surrender to his lead and hope for the best.

      His rules, she thought.

      Her decision?

      Suddenly faint chimes sounded from the great grandfather clock

in

 the hall, reminding her of the time, and grateful for the diversion,

she

 pressed her insecurities as far back as they would go, threw on her

robe,

 and went downstairs to pretend that her life was still normal.



      "Well, there you are," Kevin announced, half turning from the

stove

 to smile warmly.  He was back in his jeans and sweatshirt making her

very

 conscious of her nakedness, despite the wooly folds of her robe.

      "What are you making?" she asked, pretending this was just an

 ordinary Saturday morning, that her mind wasn't tipping precariously

with

 unanswered questions.

      "Breakfast," he grinned at the obvious, then added, "A little

 something special for my special girl."

      Jessica smiled and told her stomach to be patient.  Kevin loved

to

 cook, he was exceptional at it, and over the past few days had taken

the

 items of her rather bland diet and whisked them together into

imaginative

 and mouth watering concoctions.  Not that it would matter much now.

She

 had missed dinner last night and was positively ravenous.

      Kevin stopped stirring the contents in the double boiler and

turned

 the heat under it to low.  Placing the wooden spoon aside he came to

her

 and pulled her into his arms.

      Jessica melted against him, her turbulent thoughts beginning to

 lull.  The warmth she felt from him was genuine.  "Can I sit?" she

asked

 after a moment.  She was still shaky, but didn't dare move without

his

 permission.

      "Of course, baby."  Kevin seemed to understand.  "In Daddy's

 favorite chair."

      Jessica stifled a groan of exasperation.  He wasn't going to

lapse

 for a moment.  A glance around showed her the item he was referring

to,

 retrieved from its basement hideaway where it was usually locked when

the

 ever curious household staff was on duty.  It was indeed a chair, a

 reclined chair, wood and padding, with wide spread legs and armrests

that

 held four leather cuffs, each tacked permanently by large brass

studs.

 It always reminded her of an inclined electric chair.

      But Kevin positively cherished it, being one of his own

inventions,

 so she went and sat quickly, fearing he would withhold her meal at

the

 slightest display of hesitation.

      Once she was seated her husband fasted each of the cuffs about

her

 wrists and ankles until she was completely immobilized.  He sometimes

 added another restraint, the leather discipline belt from the night

 before, wrapped around the back to force her to stay reclined, but

today

 he seemed content to leave her as she was.  A moment later she

discovered

 why.

     "It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" he asked

innocently,

 raising his hand to sample the air.

      Indeed, it was a bit warm, more so than an October day in the

 mountains warranted.  He must have turned the heat up.

      "Daddy wouldn't want his baby to get hot," he added with a

comical

 leer.  To prove the point he took advantage her position to undo the

tie

 and push the edges of her robe open - wide open, exposing her high

firm

 breasts, smooth flat stomach, and slightly parted nether lips, all

naked

 and vulnerable, for all the world to see.

      "Kevin!"

      "Yes, baby?"  He continued to leer, his gaze settling hotly

between

 her legs.  "Do you have something to say?"

      Because his hand had strayed to the pocket with the gag, Jessica

 quickly shut her mouth.  It was all she could shut.

      "No?  Are you hungry then?  You missed dinner last night and

that

 was very naughty."

      But it wasn't her fault, was Jessica's immediate thought.

Wisdom

 told her, however, that if she voiced that opinion he would either

insist

 she had caused her own problems the night before or he would use the

gag.

 Either way she would lose.  She said nothing, neither denying or

 confirming the accusation.

      "My baby learns quickly," he said, obviously having anticipated

her.

 "For that she's forgiven."

      Pleased with herself, Jessica watched her husband ladle up some

 gooey substance from the boiler and bring the bowl to sit in one of

their

 regular dining chairs in front of her.

      He spooned up a bit and blew on it a few times.  "Open the

hanger

 door," he teased, levitating it at eye level.

      Embarrassed, Jessica opened her mouth.  The spoon twirled down,

 angled in, and then she was sucking sweet creamy oatmeal off the end.

 It was flavored with honey and spice and she murmured appreciation.

      For the better part of breakfast, Kevin fed her steadily using

all

 the cute phrases normally reserved for an infant.  During the process

 several gooey droplets dribbled down her chin, but he didn't retrieve

 them.  Jessica didn't mind.  She was starving and the food was

wonderful.

 Finally, he scraped the last bite from the bowl and tipped it over

her

 tongue.  Though she tried, the oatmeal escaped her and oozed over her

 lips and chin.

      "Messy," Kevin chided with a frown.  Then he smiled wryly.

"Daddy

 will just have to clean you up."

      To Jessica's surprise, her husband didn't reach for a napkin.

 Instead, he set the bowl aside and bent toward her.  His lips touched

 hers, his tongue tracing their curve in a seductive and insinuating

 manner.  She returned his attention, sharing each morsel, until he

sat

 back and smiled.

      "Mummmm."  He smacked his lips for emphasis.  "Not bad with the

 right flavoring."

      Jessica blushed and pretended to squirm for escape when he

started

 on her chin.  When he was finished, her face warm and glistening, he

 laughed delightedly.

      "Not bad at all.  Is my baby still hungry?"

      A double meaning and she agreed eagerly to both.  Fidgeting with

 anticipation she watched him go and refill the bowl.

      This time he made her work for each bite, craning her neck, and

made

 great efforts to spill her misses not just down her chin, but onto

her

 chest as well.  A few dollops of the warm sticky mess even made it to

her

 navel.  When he was down to the last few spoonfuls, Kevin set the

bowl

 aside again.

      "You're absolutely shameless," he teased, lapping at her chin.

 "Maybe I should punish you for being so messy."

      "W... what?" Jessica stammered.  He sounded so serious, but

 contriving infractions was strictly against the rules.

      "You object?"  He sat back.

      "You can't.  That isn't fair," she pointed out smugly.

"That...."

      Too late, Jessica saw the gleam in his eye and realized his

trick.

 He had baited her and now....

      Before she could shut her mouth the rubber ball was back between

her

 lips and her husband was grinning triumphantly.

      "Why didn't I think of this before?" He asked, laughing over her

 muffled rejoiner.  "I really do like this, Jess.  Maybe someday when

I'm

 not being so absolutely perfect...."

      The chair actually scraped the floor with the force her

response.

 Kevin nearly fell to the floor rolling with his.  He did manage to

quiet

 them both, however, by leaning forward to lap at a gooey trail down

her

 left breast.  He started near her collar bone and worked his way

downward

 in slow wet circles until his lips fastened on the rosy nipple.

Raising

 laughing eyes, he twirled his tongue lazily over the hardening nub

until,

 vanquished, she lay back and moaned.  Only when he was satisfied,

several

 long minutes later, did he lap up the rest and begin traveling lower

to

 give attention to the a large dollop hanging precariously over her

navel.

 He circled it a few times, making her wiggle, before finally sucking

 between his lips.

      "You know," he said, sitting back to catch his breath which was

now

 coming a bit raggedly.  "Some of the best beauty consultants swear

that

 oatmeal is good for the pores.  I wonder if they would recommend it

for

 skin that has definitely been lacking attention?"

      Jessica wasn't quite sure what he was getting at and watched

 curiously as her husband dipped his fingers into the remainder of her

 breakfast.  When he scooped out half the contents and grinned

wickedly,

 however, she begin to suspect, and squirm.  No!  Yes!  He couldn't

 mean...!   Could he?!

      Jessica Kenhill groaned aloud when the warm oatmeal squished

against

 her naked mound.  Kevin spread it around liberally, grinning the

entire

 time, before reaching into the bowl again.  The final bit of her meal

was

 then dropped and smoothed over her naked lips, down and around,

filling

 each nook and crevice.

      "I suppose I should clean that up too," Kevin said innocently.

 "Shall I get a napkin?"

      Already trapped by the warm wet feel of it, Jessica abandoned

pride

 and collapsed back, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

      "No?"

      "Mmmmmuuuummm!"

      There was a brief moment's laughter and then his tongue was

tracing

 a delicate line just across her upper pelvis.  Shamelessly, Jessica

 wiggled this way and that trying to pull herself further up to meet

his

 questing lips.

      "Patience, my love," he cooed softly.

      Then his lips were caressing her smooth, newly shorn mound.

Jessica

 moaned and spread her knees as far as they would go.  Kevin teased

her

 mercilessly, gently probing her folds, dutifully lapping up the sweet

 gooey mush, but always managing to miss the throbbing wanting center

of

 her.  Finally, just when she thought she would die from denial, the

very

 tip of his tongue made one light sweep over her swollen twitching

clit.

      Jessica jumped, close to sobbing, and begged desperately in

muffled

 gasps.  She needn't have worried.  Kevin was just as trapped and

ready

 to get serious.  In firm, gentle strokes he caressed her button,

running

 the warm wetness of his tongue over the fold of the hood, then down

and

 deeper, further and more insistent, until, in one brazen plunge, he

 penetrated her moist hot center.

      Jessica writhed in unabashed pleasure.

      Laughing deep in his throat, Kevin guided his warm strokes in a

 steady rhythm, taking time to nuzzle her swollen bud over and over

until

 she was shuddering on the brink of madness.  In the last instant he

 gently sealed his mouth over the tortured nub and suckled it like a

 child, carefully grazing the sensitized flesh lightly with edge of

his

 teeth.

      "Mmmmf! Muummm!  MMMMMMM!"  Jessica bucked and writhed, the

waves

 of ecstasy sweeping her away on a relentless and irresistible tide.

 Frozen in time, her body arched outward to meet him, shaking in a

palsy

 of delightful convulsion.  Time and again the waves crashed over her,

 buffeting her, rocking her, shaking her foundation, until finally,

with

 torturous slowness, the quaking relinquished her, subsiding away to

soft

 and gentle tremors.

      "Jesus, Jess."  Kevin was sitting back on his heels, licking his

 lips, when Jessica's senses began to return.  "That's twice today."

      Breathing furiously through her nose, Jessica was too desperate

to

 expend the effort to blush.  She needed....!

      Sensing her difficulty immediately, Kevin tore the gag away.

      ...Air!  Falling back, Jessica heaved great gasping breaths.

      "Damn!"  Kevin swore unhappily. quickly undoing the cuffs to

pull

 her panting into his arms.  "I'm so sorry, baby."

      "Why?"  Jessica managed, clutching onto him as if her were the

 anchor to her world.  "That was wonderful."

      Pulling her back, Kevin smiled his relief and shook his head at

her.

 "It wouldn't have been so wonderful if you'd passed out, now would

it?"

      "You're right," she giggled, giddy with the pleasure of release.

 "You would have bragged forever that you could literally knock your

wife

 out."

      Kevin looked at her as if he didn't know whether to laugh or

cry.

 Taking advantage of his diversion, Jessica quickly seized the

opportunity

 and ran her hand down his chest and stomach to firmly cup the

conspicuous

 bulge that pressed at the front his jeans.  Kevin always got hard

 pleasuring her and she nearly always returned the favor.  Though it

 wasn't exactly her favorite, she enjoyed taking him that way simply

 because he loved it so very much.

      Today was different, however.

      Sensing her intent, Kevin seized her hand and brought it to his

 lips.  Kissing her fingers, he smiled at her disappointment.  "You've

 already eaten," he teased, turning her vivid red.  "I'll let you help

me

 with the dishes though."

      Not really surprised, Jessica knew that his refusal was meant to

 keep him firmly in control.  While he was the dominant, things had to

be

 his idea and on his terms.  Though little bits of initiative had

 sometimes earned her freedom in the past, this time he wasn't giving

an

 inch.  She wondered just how long he was planning to continue this

 particular session.

      If Kevin sensed her question, he skillfully ignored it.  After

 wiping her over with a warm wet rag, he directed her to redress

herself

 and then to help him tidy the kitchen.  He took his time and didn't

rush,

 not allowing her to either by stopping frequently to kiss and caress

her.

 Before she knew it nearly a half an hour had gone by, pointed out

when

 Kevin suddenly glanced at the clock and nodded.

      "That should do it," he said smiling.

      "Do what?" Jessica asked, still wiping down the table.

      "I think it's safe now."

      She stared at him blankly.

      "You're swim," he elaborated.  "You can swim now without

cramping."

      "Oh."  Jessica realized she had entirely forgotten her morning

swim.

 Strange really since missing it usually left her feeling cranky.

"You

 don't need me to help?"

      "Go on," Kevin prompted.  "But, Jess...."

       She paused in the midst of dropping the cleaning rag.

      "... Daddy doesn't want you to change."

      Touching the folds of her robe, Jessica hesitated.  She had

never

 swam naked before and the very idea brought a flush to her cheeks.

Then

 again, she realized, the staff had the weekend off so who was there

to

 see her?

      Only Kevin.

      Still a bit embarrassed, she turned and headed for the swimming

 pool.  Around the corner, she slid aside the sliding glass door and

 paused a moment to glance back at the kitchen.  Her husband was pure

 devil.  The swimming pool was indoors, a large tiled oval that filled

the

 enormous glassed solarium like a recreation of an ancient roman bath.

 It was also right off of the kitchen which was given a great view of

the

 entire patio by the span of picture windows that flanked the wall

behind

 the sink.  Kevin would have quite a scene to finish washing the

dishes

 the by.  No wonder he had insisted there weren't enough of them to

bother

 loading the dishwasher.

      Shaking her head, Jessica continued on, pulling the door shut

behind

 her.  The room was humid and warm and smelled strongly of chlorine

 despite the abundance of potted hothouse greenery that lined the

paned

 walls.  Above, through the mist of seasonal condensation, the October

sky

 was a brilliant blue, belying the certain chill outside.  It was that

 chill, fall and spring, and the intervening harsh winters that had

 prompted Kevin to build this room for her in the first place.  She

loved

 to swim and he loved to join her, sometimes choosing only to watch

while

 tending his beloved vegetation.

      Thinking of his eyes on her now, and determined to reward the

 deviousness of his scheme, Jessica walked slowly to the deepest end

of

 the pool, directly beneath where her husband was sure to be standing

and

 very slowly, very seductively, undid the tie and slipped the robe to

just

 below her shoulders.  Pivoting slowly, she made a great show of

 stretching each leg, one at a time, flashing just a glimpse of each

 creamy thigh and dropping the folds without actually exposing any

 cleavage.  She continued her tantalizing prance, showing a little

more

 here and a little less there, until she was absolutely certain he was

 hanging on her every move.  Then, suddenly, knowing what he was

waiting

 for, Jessica turned her back, denying his pleasure, and dove out and

 away, abandoning her robe and plunging smoothly into the warm

rippling

 water in one graceful motion.



 Continued.....



                            Healing Jess

                              Part 6



                             By: Liette





      "You little witch," Kevin muttered beneath a laugh, watching

 his wife's flawless frame slip elusively into the water.  She was

 now only a pale blur gliding effortlessly beneath the ripples, her

 tantalizing details a mere flicker of a dream.

      Groaning, Kevin realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the

 front of his jeans up and down against the edge of the counter and

 quickly stood back.  Jessica could do that to a man, with or

 without her erotic little dances, and Kevin was on the verge of

 tearing his clothes off and following her.

      Which was exactly what she was hoping for, he guessed.  His

 wife wasn't stupid, far, far from it.  With minimal and seemingly

 innocent effort she could easily turn the tide in her favor.  Not

 knowing the extent of his plans, she wasn't above rushing the game

 to its climax.

      And what if she did know? he wondered, studiously returning

 his attention, or as much as he could manage, back to the dishes.

 Would she protest and call an end?  Maybe so, but he had come too

 far to let that happen.  One by one he intended to relax the rules,

 diminishing the idea of punishment without relinquishing that final

 shred of control.  It wasn't that he wanted to completely dominate

 his wife, he only wanted her to learn that by subduing her

 recklessness she had the means of satisfying both of their needs.

      Finally placing the last of the dishes on the rack, Kevin

 paused to wash the suds from his hands.  Beyond the window, Jessica

 seemed to have abandoned her normal laps, rolling gracefully to her

 back to measure out the length of the pool in slow lazy strokes.

 Transfixed, Kevin savored her open invitation and carefully dried

 his hands before going out to join her.

      Pulling the door shut behind him, Kevin entered his wife's

 sanctuary breathing deeply of the rich mixture of tilled earth and

 chlorine.  With all the pretense of ignoring her seductive glide,

 he walked the edge of the pool, carefully tending his plants and

 checking each for dryness.  Behind him he caught the occasional

 splash of water that betrayed his wife's proximity, confirmed by

 casual glances which showed him that she was pacing his progress,

 ducking away with each turn of his head to disappear in a ring of

 ripples like a bashful mermaid.

      Only when he reached the scattering of lounges at the shallow

 end of the pool did Kevin turn to give her his full attention.

 Fully in her element, his wife ducked away again, disappearing in

 a flurried blur to reappear a moment latter bobbing slowly at the

 center of the pool.  Flashing him a grin of invitation, she ached

 up, disappeared again, and resurfaced even further.

     "Tease," he murmured, relishing each glimpse she allowed him.

 But he wouldn't follow.  That would be too easy.  Instead, he

 slowly stripped bare, purposely flexing his well muscled body, and

 casually waded down the tiled steps to sit on the lowest.  The warm

 water lapped at his waist, caressing his manhood back to throbbing

 erection.  Smiling, he beckoned with his hand.

      Slightly perplexed, Jessica made a slow and cautious advance.

 She would glide a bit, dive, then bob to the surface again a scant

 few inches closer.  Finally, curiosity got the better of her.  She

 made one graceful plunge and Kevin knew she was his.  Reclining

 back, he closed his eyes and waited.  Eventually a small wash

 across his stomach told him his wife was very near.

      Still reclining, giving all the show of nonchalance, Kevin

 continued to wait.  It was the longest seconds of his life.  A

 small current around his legs was the first indication of her

 stealthy presence, followed closely by an increase in warmth

 hovering near his groin.  A instant later, Jessica's nails grazed

 ever so lightly along the underside of his stiff shaft.

     Shivering, Kevin clenched his hands on the concrete rim and

 forced himself to stay still.  His control was soon rewarded by the

 sound of deep breathing, a small ripple, and the sudden warmth of

 her tongue tracing the recent path of her fingers.  When it reached

 the swollen head, twirling in lazy circles, he couldn't stifle

 himself any longer.  Gritting his teeth he groaned out loud.

     An tendril of pixie laughter followed the sound, another deep

 breath, and then her lips were around him.  Taking just the head,

 she suckled it lovingly, rolling her mouth so that it brushed along

 the insides of her hollowed cheeks.  When he arched his hips,

 unable to endure her wicked teasing, she mercifully obliged him.

 Opening her throat, she raised up, breaking the water's surface to

 inhale deeply through her nose, then plunged again, moving steadily

 lower, until his shaft was deeply immersed and her tongue was

 tracing the very edge of his sensitive root.

      Damn, she's good!  was Kevin's only coherent thought as the

 blinding euphoria begin to build within him.  Slow and firm her

 mouth and tongue worked back along the entire length of him, the

 bob her head creating small waves that tumbled up his stomach and

 chest.  Her tongue made long sweeping circles, tantalizing him,

 driving him to panting gasps, while her fingers joined the play by

 gently kneading his balls and teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

 She worked steadily and skillfully, using the rare pauses for air

 to hold him indefinitely just on the brink of total insanity.

 Finally, when he thought he could stand no more, she took him

 completely, all the way down her throat, and began the steady

 pressured rhythm that made him writhe for the bliss of release.

      After a small slice of intoxicating eternity Kevin began to

 feel his climax reaching its inevitable peak and started to draw

 her away, but to his surprise, Jessica grasped his legs and took

 him impossibly deeper.  Whether it was for the sake of his pleasure

 or the sake of her pristine pool, he would never know, but when he

 shuddered convulsively, body bowed, teeth clenched, releasing his

 seed in violent and mindless pleasure, she took it all, suckling

 him eagerly, until she had drained him of every last drop.  Even

 then, as he panted in the aftermath, she continued to lap at him,

 bathing him with the warm roughness of her tongue, until he was

 trembling and spent and ready to give her anything.

      Almost anything.

      Moaning contentedly, Kevin eventually opened his eyes and

 brought his head up to look at his wife.  Jessica was kneeling by

 his side, panting softly, her chin propped on his bent knee.  A

 look of pure mirth sparkled in her green eyes.

      "You are a wicked one, aren't you?" he teased breathlessly.

      "You didn't like?" she returned innocently, leaning

 seductively toward him and wetting her lips.  Beneath the water,

 however, she had tensed, ready to take flight again.

      Kevin quickly seized her wrist and pulled her closer before

 she could make good on her escape.  "Oh no you don't," he laughed.

 "After what she just did for him, Daddy's wonderful little mermaid

 isn't getting away that easily."

      The slightest of flickers betrayed her disappointment.  Still

 confident under his praise, however, she let him pull her under his

 arm.  "Another lap?" she pleaded.

      It was hard not to give in, she'd done something so new and

 bold, but Kevin didn't have the strength to endure further

 enticements at the moment.  Despite his desire to reward her, he

 needed time to cool down.  "Maybe later, baby," he hedged, smiling

 at her convincing pout.  "Daddy was thinking that he'd rather take

 his little girl riding."

      "Really?"  Jessica had pulled back to look at him in surprise.

      Good.  Her pleasure was reward enough.  They had planned a

 good ride earlier, but she hadn't expected that he would stick to

 it.  Trussing her up and tormenting her was more akin to a normal

 lesson.  But, then again, this was no normal lesson and he would

 have plenty of time to resort to the basics later.

      "Really," he agreed.  "As soon as we've dried off."



      The ride was a wonderful diversion for both husband and wife.

 The drive to the stables took fifteen minutes, being a winding

 gravel road leading to the west quarter of the estate, and Jessica

 and Kevin spent it in silent companionship as he guided her jeep

 over the bumpy terrain.  It was surprising really.  Jessica usually

 fretted terribly whenever he dared to drive her precious Cherokee.

 He wondered what she was thinking.

      Kevin was still wondering when they pulled into the gravel

 yard in front of the Kenhill stables.  Some of his friends had

 thought him crazy when he had it built so far from the house, but

 it was remote on purpose, allowing a certain degree of privacy

 between him and the spacious cottage where the head groom and his

 wife held residence.  Since marrying Jess it had become even more

 of a blessing.  He doubted his keen eyed groom would miss much of

 what transpired between them.

      Still, a certain amount of courtesy was necessary and after

 the required halfhearted protests of being an intrusion, he and

 Jessica joined Jacob and wife in nice cup of tea.  A short while

 later they were mounted and free, laughing together over Anita's

 outrageous tidbits of gossip.

      "Do you want to ride the high ridge?" Jessica asked once they

 had completed a second circuit of their favorite path along the

 south bend of the Cambird River.  Beneath her, her horse pranced

 restlessly, snorting white wisps in the crisp mountain air.

      Kevin would have like nothing better than to take the steep

 path that offered the most breathtaking view, but didn't miss the

 mild note of dissuasion in his wife's voice.

      Indeed, she was looking a bit weary and he suddenly remembered

 Marcus' warning that the drug he had prescribed would initially

 make her prone to fatigue.  He could always go alone, he knew, and

 she would be content to obey his orders and wait, but then he

 thought better of the idea and shook his head.  Jess had been such

 a good sport so far, already heeding his instructions to stay in

 sight, relinquishing her usual headlong gallop to stay close by his

 side, and she deserved some consideration.

      He was definitely making progress.



      After another quiet drive, Kevin helped Jessica inside and out

 of her coat.  She started for the kitchen murmuring something about

 finding them a hot drink, but he quickly stopped her.

      "No, baby," he answered the curious tip of her head.  "I'd

 rather you take a nap right now."

      "A nap?" she laughed, not taking him seriously.

      "A nap," he agreed.  "Daddy's angel is tired.  I can tell."

      A small frown creased her brow.  "But...."

      "No buts," he insisted.  Then he pulled her close and kissed

 her forehead before continuing seriously.  "Come on, Jess.  You are

 tired."

      "A nap?" she asked again dubiously.

      Suddenly he understood her hesitation.  "A time out," he

 assured her, realizing she feared an ulterior motive, perhaps

 similar to the liberties he had taken the night before.  By

 offering a time out she could sleep unmolested and escape again for

 another short period of privacy.  What she didn't know was that he

 too needed some time, to do a little planning.

      Following her up the stairs, Kevin couldn't resist a few

 playful slaps to her bottom.  It was too tempting in the tight fit

 of her jeans and made him toy a moment with the idea of joining

 her.

      But she was eager for the time alone.

      "I can do this myself," she tried to stall at the bedroom

 door, glancing at him doubtfully.

      He would respect her wishes then.  Raising his hands, Kevin

 was the picture of innocence.  "Daddy only wants to tuck you in."

      Sure enough, once she had disappeared into the bathroom, he

 merely made up the bed, adding sheets and blankets and topping it

 with a comforter, and sat patiently to wait.  When she returned,

 wearing an emerald green satin nightshirt, her look of surprise was

 reward enough.

      Poor Jess, he thought wickedly as he helped her beneath the

 covers.  He had made her so suspicious and couldn't resist playing

 on it.  Suddenly feeling a little guilty about that, he tried to

 make amends by having her roll on her stomach and massaging her

 shoulders until her eyes grew heavy and slipped closed and her

 breathing grew slow and regular.

      Careful not to wake her, Kevin pulled the comforter around her

 and quietly withdrew.  Downstairs he poured a snifter of brandy,

 lit a fire in the parlor's fireplace, and reached for his cellular

 phone.



End of Chapter 3



                                Healing Jess

                                  Part 7



                                 By: Liette



      A faint ringing drew Jessica from slumber.  Disoriented, it took

her

 a moment to recall where she was.  She wasn't used to sleeping during

the

 day and it had admittedly left her fuzzy.  Regaining a semblance of

 coherency, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.  An instant later, she

threw

 back the covers.

     Thank God! she thought, looking herself over carefully.  Kevin

had

 been true to his word and hadn't attempted anymore handiwork.

Everything

 was just as it should be, nothing else missing, nothing added.

      But what now? she had to wonder.  Kevin wasn't finished with

her,

 that she was sure of.  Still, how long did he plan to carry this out?

 Usually, by now he would be on the verge of relenting, but so far she

had

 seen no indication.  In fact, if anything, he seemed more determined.

 And what of his puzzling behavior?  He was being much more lenient

than

 usual and that had her worried.

      "You're up."

      Kevin's voice made Jessica jump and whirl.  He raised his

eyebrows

 at her reaction, but didn't chide her.

      "I... I thought I heard something," she stammered uncertainly.

      "Probably the wind," he supplied, reclining in the doorway.

"It's

 picked up since we came in."

      Cocking her head, Jessica could indeed hear the distant sounds

of

 rattling window panes.  She looked back at her husband.  He was still

 watching her.

      "Do you want me to get dressed?" she asked when he didn't offer

any

 instructions.

      "Are you cold?"

      "No," she realized aloud, noting the warmth for the first time.

 "Did you turn up the heat?"

      "A little," he admitted, finally leaving the doorway to come and

 take her hands.  "Daddy doesn't want his baby to catch a chill."

      In other words, don't dress, she decided.  Damn.  "You aren't

afraid

 of drafts?"

      "I've started a fire," he countered, pulling her to him.

      When she was pressed against him, Kevin captured her lips in a

deep

 kiss.  Instinctively, her arms went around his neck and his hands ran

 down to cup her bottom.



      "Besides," he added, slipping his fingers into her panties and

 kneading the firm flesh.  "Daddy intends to keep his precious girl

very,

 very warm."

      "Does he?" Jessica purred, too content to fear his motives.

      "Oh, yes," her husband murmured.

      Much to her disappointment, Kevin soon slid his hands free and

held

 her to arms length.  Without speaking, he turned her around and

signaled

 for her to close her eyes and wait.  She did and a moment later

something

 soft and velvety was placed over her face.  It covered her eyes in a

wide

 band and was tightened around her head to keep them shut.

      The sudden realization that she was to blinded didn't bother

 Jessica.  It was common enough, even when she wasn't being punished.

 Though the first time he had done it had made her heart trill with

panic,

 she now accepted it without comment, secretly relishing the

heightened

 sensations it gave and the complete trust it demanded.

      Still silent, Kevin didn't waste any time admiring his work.  He

 swept her into his arms and she felt their progress as he carried her

 unerringly down the stairs and into the front parlor.  When he set

her

 down, the silken threads and encompassing crackling heat told she was

on

 the sheepskin in front of a blazing fire.

     "Are you hungry?"

      Kevin's voice startled her, but she only nodded eagerly.  She

didn't

 know how long she'd slept, but she was starving again.  She felt his

 movements around her and then next to her as he sat on the rug.

      "Open your mouth, baby."

      The morsel of biscuit he dropped on her tongue was moist and

flaky

 and tinged with cinnamon.  One of her favorites.  She suckled it to

 paste, savoring the flavor, then opened her mouth for another.  For a

 long while Kevin continued to feed her, adding bits of goat's cheese

and

 an occasional sip of fragrant tea.  In the end, when she reluctantly

 declined another tidbit, not wanting to stuff herself uncomfortably,

he

 wiped her chin and conveyed his satisfaction though another kiss.

When

 he finally pulled back, she sighed wistfully.

      "Lie on your stomach, love," he said, his voice riding the faint

 click of the plate and cup being set on the coffee table.

      Content and sated, she rolled over, not even minding that he

slipped

 her panties off of her as she did.  A soft pillow was placed under

her

 chin and she stretched lazily, enjoying the feel of sheepskin on her

 naked pubis where the tail of her shirt had ridden up.  There were

more

 faint noises, muted by the fire's hiss, but she hardly paid attention

 until she felt her husband's hands on her ankles.

      "Open up for Daddy," Kevin insisted when she tensed reflexively

 against his attempts to spread her legs.

      She relaxed and he gently pulled them apart.  More curious than

 apprehensive she waited for what he would do next.

      It took her completely by surprise.

      Half expecting him to tease her with his fingers or fondle her

fanny

 at the very least, she was unprepared for the stiff bar that she

suddenly

 found strapped between her ankles.

     "Kev?"  She started to shift.

     "Don't move," he said sweetly, placing a calming hand on the back

of

 her thigh.

      Before she could even think of another query, Jessica felt the

cold

 arc of a brace hug her left calf and knee and a velcro cuff being

 fastened around the lower part of her thigh.  A second was quickly

fitted

 to the right.  Startled, she tried to wiggle away, but found her

knees

 locked into place, unable to bend.

     "Kevin?"  This time her voice was tinged with worry.  It wasn't

often

 that Kevin used the clinical looking braces, only when he felt she

was

 likely to try to evade him.  Seriously try.  Another set could easily

be

 used on her arms, so she tucked them protectively beneath her.

      Not that it did any good.  Without answering Kevin moved around

her,

 a faint rustling on the rug, and pulled her wrists out from under

her.

     "Please, don't," she begged, alarmed now.

     "Hush, baby," he responded.  "You aren't fussing are you?"



     Terribly afraid he would gag her, Jessica shook her head and let

him

 extend her arms above her head.  He didn't use the braces, but almost

as

 bad, he secured them with the satin lined handcuffs, threading them

first

 around the heavy immovable leg of the sofa.

     "What are you doing?" she pleaded softly.

     "Daddy has a surprise for you," he breathed so close to her ear

that

 she started.  Laughing, he lapped it once and straddled her,

balancing

 over the small of her back.

     Beginning at her neck, Kevin pressed his fingers deeply into

 Jessica's spine.  She stiffened at first, but slowly began to relax

when

 he only proceeded to give her one his much adored back rubs.  He

 continued massaging and kneeding her tensed muscles until he had her

 reduced to little more than a puddle of jelly.

      Half dozing under his skillful caresses, listening to him softly

hum

 an old time waltz, Jessica let her mind drift further and further

away.

 She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realize that

her

 husband had removed his weight from her until she felt him tugging at

the

 pillow under her head.

      "Wha...?" she began.

      "Shush," he quieted her.  "Daddy needs this."

      She let him take it and nuzzled her face contentedly against the

 satiny sheepskin.  When he raised her gently and slipped it, doubled

 over, under her hips, it took a full minute for her to register the

fact

 that her bottom was now elevated and vulnerably spread.

      "Kev...?"  She began again, suddenly fully awake.

      "Don't say a word," her husband spoke over her concerned

protest.

 "Unless you'd rather not have a choice."

       The threat quieted her until his light touch along her exposed

 cleft made her voice her alarm again.

      "Not a word," Kevin insisted, making her bite her tongue.  "Be

good

 and let Daddy take care of you.  He knows what's best."

      When his finger gently traced her anus, Jessica might have

abandoned

 caution, but the faint squish and cold dollop of K-Y stole the words

 away.  Panicked, she started to squeeze her cheeks together, but a

sharp

 slap and the confining braces kept her from completing the effort.

An

 instant later his finger was poking its way inside of her.

      "Don't fight me, baby," Kevin commanded softly, registering the

 resistance to his intrusion.

       Despite her rebellion his finger began to move more easily

helped

 by the lubrication.  Ignoring her tiny gasps, muted by the sheepskin,

he

 removed it and quickly applied a second dose, sliding in deeply and

 slowly withdrawing.  When he was finished he patted her cheeks.

       "There," he said.  "That wasn't so terrible, was it?  Now

Daddy's

 going to do like he did last night and he doesn't want you to fuss."

       What did he mean?  Jessica didn't understand when he parted her

 cheeks wide.  Surely he couldn't mean to give another treatment, it

was

 too soon, but except for the diaper....

      Something rounded and firm touched her anus and, like the spark

of

 a match, she suddenly remembered the strange object he had used to

hold

 the water.

      A plug?!

      "No, Kevin!  Please!" Jessica wailed, determined to be heard

despite

 the fear of being gaged.  Until last night he had never even owned

such

 a thing.  Using it to aide her treatment was one thing, but....

      Her pleas had no effect.  Kevin continued pressing the plug

slowly

 into her while keeping her still with a firm hand on her back.  She

wept

 and jerked, straining against the cuffs, but it continued to slip

 forward, stretching her wider, until finally her sphincter closed

 abruptly over its thin base.  A broad rim held it in, without

allowing

 it to disappear inside of her.  Through her horror, Jessica realized

that

 this object was different from the one he'd used before.  It was

thinner,

 not painful or unbearably uncomfortable, but it was also longer and

 filled her to the point where she reflexively wanted to expel it.

      "Take it out!" she cried, pushing down with no success.

"Please!

 I don't like it!  Please take it out!"

      "Jess."  Kevin ignored her violent attempts to free her wrists

and

 came to stroke her hair.  "Be still and you'll get used to it."

      "No, I don't want to!" she screamed, twisting her head away.

      "Jessica."  He sounded firmer now.  "Listen to Daddy.  You had a

 difficult time last night, it wouldn't hurt you any to get used to

having

 something in your backside.  Think of how easy it'll make your next

 treatment."

      "No!  I don't care!  I'm not taking anymore treatments!" Jessica

 screeched, beyond caution and rebelling in helplessness, not to

mention

 horrified at the thread of excitement that was growing between her

legs.

 "I'll leave first!  I'll escape and then I'll...!"

      Whap!

      The smooth object that smacked her writhing buttocks was

 unmistakably a varnished wooden paddle.

      Jessica gasped at the sting and let out a yowl.

      Whap!  Whap!  Whap!

      Three more blows hit her in rapid succession.

      "You'll what?"  Kevin asked, surprisingly calm.

      Divorce you, were the next words on her lips, but she was

sobbing

 too hard to say them.  He wasn't trying to hurt her, not really, but

the

 sting of each blow and her helplessness to avoid them was severely

 damaging her pride.  It was just as well.  If she had uttered such an

 obvious lie, Kevin would have rewarded her accordingly.

      "Well?"

      No answer.

      Whap!

      "Jess?"

      She bit her lip.

      Whap!  Whap!

      Jessica could take no more.  "Don't please.  I... I'll be good,"

she

 finally chocked, weeping with defeat.

      "Really?"

      The paddle had come to rest on her cheeks and, desperate,

Jessica

 nodded against the rug.  "I promise.  I'll be good."

      The paddle disappeared and Kevin's hands lightly soothed the

sting

 away.  "That's my girl," he cooed.

      Humiliated, Jessica lay still and let him fondle her.  Presently

he

 moved away again, undid the braces, and removed the bar from between

her

 ankles.  Setting them somewhere out of the way, he then guided her to

her

 knees and told her be still.  She did as she was told and a moment

later

 she felt the discipline belt being fastened around her.  When it was

in

 place, Kevin removed the handcuffs, sat her up, and refastened them

so

 that they were clipped through one the belt's rings, keeping her

hands

 at her waist.

      "Just to be sure," he explained, knowing her too well to allow

total

 freedom.  "Now come here, my precious love, and let Daddy make it all

 better."

      Jessica didn't want to, she was furious with him, but she

couldn't

 bring herself to disobey.  His spanking had done more than sting her

 bottom, it had pressed the plug deeper with each blow, making it's

 presence all the more poignant, and she couldn't bear the thought of

him

 repeating it.  She didn't resist then when he took her elbows and

drew

 her to her feet.

      After holding her close a moment, trying to convey his

reassurance,

 Kevin drew her with him and sat her on the sofa.  The plug shifted

under

 the pressure and she winced at the strange feel of it.

      "Lie back and relax," Kevin instructed, beginning to ease her

down.

      Sulking, she let him lay her flat, lifting her legs to stretch

full

 length.  There were soft rustling noises and then Kevin raised her

 shoulders and slid behind her, pulling one leg around her so she was

 reclining between his muscular thighs.  He was bare now, she felt,

and

 definitely excited.  His hardened member pressed firmly along the

ridge

 of her spine.

      Damn him! she thought.  How dare he!  He was thoroughly enjoying

 himself, loving every minute of her humiliation.  How dare he force

 something foreign up inside of her and sit back to watch her squirm.

 Angry, and determined not give him the pleasure, Jessica lay stiff

and

 tense, ignoring his comforting caresses to her arms and stomach.

      After a while the hardness in her back softened and, absurdly,

 Jessica began to feel guilty.  His caresses hadn't stopped, but he

seemed

 to have lost his enthusiasm.  Despite the unnatural fullness she

still

 felt and the fact that he had caused it, she carefully rolled to her

side

 and curled against his chest.  His arms tucked around her and his

hand

 pressed her face tenderly to his shoulder.  She began to feel better.



      Kevin was glad when he finally regained enough control to subdue

his

 aching member.  He knew Jessica was angry over what he had forced on

her

 and hated the way his body had betrayed him.  He should have simply

left

 her alone for a while, allowed himself time to tame his hormones, but

he

 had needed so badly to hold her, to feel her warm and secure against

his

 skin.  Besides, at this stage in his plans, it was important that she

 knew he was there, loving and supporting her.

      Not that that was the only thing on his mind, he was forced to

 admit.  After calling Frawling's and placing his order, a few items

of

 which the slim "beginner's" plug was only the first, he had played in

his

 mind the events he had so recently just enacted.  He couldn't deny

that

 the feel of her satiny insides as he spread and lubricated them drove

him

 near to the edge of insanity.  Imagining and then seeing her

puckering

 entrance flex and yield to the plug's intrusion filled him with

fanciful

 visions of her doing the same for him.  He could almost feel the

friction

 of her anus, her strong muscles tightening around him, drawing him in

 and....

      And if he didn't stop now, he would be enduring another cold

shower.

 He had already allowed himself to get carried away once today and had

 barely had time to throw his clothes back on and dash from one of the

 guest baths to receive Frawling's delivery man before the doorbell

 stirred his wife enough to investigate.

      Oh, Jess, he thought now, trying to ease the tension from her

rigid

 body, knowing that it would be some time before she would be ready to

 make that move, please try to relax.  If she did, he was sure she

would

 find his efforts enjoyable.  When she finally relented and snuggled

 against him, it was like an answer to his prayers.

      Holding her close, Kevin stroked her hair for while and then

slowly

 began making lazy circles down her back and shoulders.  He loved the

feel

 of her, the sense that she was cuddling close in search of security.

 Beneath his fingers he felt the tease of her satin shirt and forced

 himself to move even slower.  The sensation was traveling straight

 through him, all the way to his loins, and he was afraid his reaction

 would upset her.

      But upset seemed to be the furthest thing from his wife's mind.

 When his fingers began to still, Jessica wiggled her back against

them

 and nipped his ear.

      All of his painstaking efforts at control were instantly

 obliterated.  Kevin's member jumped to attention, defiantly demanding

 attention.  Glancing down, he nearly groaned at the sight, but

suddenly

 saw something that gave him pause.  Jessica had raised her leg to

 innocently drape his knees, but in doing so had revealed something

her

 lost curls might otherwise have hidden.  Like his own triumphant

manhood,

 the glistening nub of her clit had poked its way up though moistened

lips

 to stare at him in expectation.  Aroused by a combination of

sensations,

 wanted or not, his precious baby was getting excited!

      Pretending he hadn't noticed, Kevin let his hand still

completely

 and waited for her reaction.

      It came as a light trail of kisses that wet his neck and teased

his

 ear.  When it got her no where, she traced her tongue along the

seashell

 folds, trying to coax him.

      With effort of will, Kevin stood his ground.

      Presently, Jessica grew desperate enough to rub herself

enticingly

 against his leg.  At the same time she placed her lips lightly

against

 his ear.  "Make love to me," she whispered huskily.

      Kevin's heart stopped.  The words he had been waiting for!  But

with

 a calm that was definitely forced, he only asked, "Jess?"

      "Please," she begged, tracing her tongue along his lobe.  "Make

love

 to me."

      Again she pressed herself against his leg, rubbing slowly

against

 his thigh, and at the moist feel of her Kevin could stand no more.

 Clutching her waist he rolled and lifted her on top of him.  Jessica

bent

 forward, straddling his hips, and rested her bound hands to stroke

gently

 against his stomach.  At the same time she leaned into him and ran

her

 mouth and tongue teasingly in small circles up the center of chest,

 across the arc of his throat, and over the curve of his chin where

they

 immediately seized control of his lips.  Close to loosing himself in

a

 frenzy, Kevin twined his tongue with hers and wrapped his arms around

 her, drawing her closer.

      "Oh, Yes!" she breathed into his mouth when she realized his

 excitement, filling him with the warm sweet taste of her as she

swayed

 her hips seductively against his manhood.

      Sliding his hands down and over her back, Kevin grasped her

 buttocks, wanting her desperately.  He raised her up and was just

 preparing to ease her onto his wanting member, when he suddenly

recalled

 the plug.  Pleased with her progress and ready to reward her, he

touched

 the end of it lightly.

     "Jess, do you want me to take this out?" he whispered, barely

able

 to keep himself in check.

      Her entire body went rigid and Kevin suddenly realized he had

just

 touched on a very sensitive point.  Ducking her head to his neck,

Jessica

 didn't answer.

      Why?  he asked silently.  The answer was simple, yes or no.  Or

was

 it?  Despite initial resistance, the plug had aroused her.  Was she

still

 ashamed of that?  He had tried to reassure her and had thought she

 understood.  Was her response more complicated than overcoming a few

 inhibitions then?  The answer had to be yes, but the reason eluded

him.

      Conscious of the fact that she had begun to tremble, Kevin

decided

 he would have to help her, at least until he understood more about

this

 puzzling mystery.   "I'll take it out if you want me to," he offered

 softly.  "But Daddy thinks its very sexy.  Do you want me to leave

it?"

      It was still her choice, but he had tipped the balance.  Very

 slowly, Jessica nodded.

      Smiling at the small success and knowing better than to force a

 vocal answer, Kevin didn't give her time to reconsider.  He lifted

and

 penetrated her in one swift motion.

      Their love making was fantastic.

      Kevin gripped her narrow waist, guiding her, as Jessica rocked

on

 her knees to meet his powerful thrusts.  The perfect counter, she

matched

 his every stroke, sharing equal passion and pleasure, taking him

deeper

 and deeper with each panting, gasping breath, until suddenly, caught

in

 the tide of blinding desire, she lost all reserve and took control of

 their movements, throwing her head back and riding him with sheer and

 utter abandon until....

      "Sainted Mother!" Kevin's world shook and exploded, graying to

 blackness before bursting forth in a shower of tiny white sparks.

      Over him, Jessica shook with her own convulsion of delight.

Body

 rigid, back bowed, she lifted her blind face toward the ceiling and

gave

 one long, deep cry before suddenly collapsing forward to sprawl

limply

 against his heaving chest.

      Regaining his wind, Kevin stroked his wife's dampened head where

it

 had bent against him and lightly kissed her hair.  "God, you are so

 beautiful," he breathed, feeling the deepest sense of contentment.

 Without giving it much thought he simultaneously smoothed his hand

down

 her back and reached between her cheeks to withdrew the plug, tossing

it

 to the floor.

      "Aaaaahhhhh!"

      Jessica's sudden cry startled him, but not so much as the force

with

 which her trim legs gripped him as she convulsed in a second and

nearly

 as forceful release.  Overcoming shock, he quickly seized her to keep

her

 from toppling until moments later the palsy left her and she

collapsed,

 shaking and panting, back against him.

      Several silent minutes passed.

      "Baby?" Kevin was caught now between the urge to laugh his

delight

 and concern over the fact that his wife hadn't moved.

      "Oh, God," she finally whispered, weak and shaky.  "Oh, Kevin,

I'm

 so sorry."

      Despite the teary note to her voice, Kevin couldn't completely

 suppress his joy.  There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Jessica

 truly was as susceptible to anal eroticism as he had first suspected.

 The only question left was the odd puzzle of her denial.

      "Why, baby?" he asked, hoping to solve it.  "What are you sorry

 for?"

      "I... I didn't mean to," she sniffled.

      "Didn't mean to what?  Have two orgasms in a row?" he asked

bluntly,

 lifting her chin with a gentle hand.  "Jess, you're not doing much

for

 my pride here."

      Kevin's efforts to keep a handle on his frustration were

generously

 rewarded.  A tiny smile trembled on her lips.

      "You don't care?" she asked in a small voice.

      Kevin had to scrape his chin off of his chest.  What a

ridiculous

 question!  "Of course I care," he insisted.  "I think it's wonderful

that

 my baby feels so good."

      Jessica seemed to melt against him in a mixture of exhaustion

and

 relief.  He knew he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of her question,

but

 at least he seemed to have given the right answer.  Sooner or later,

he

 vowed, he was going to figure all this out.

      But not right now.

      Rolling her to her side, Kevin slowly eased himself from within

her.

 Jessica made a soft noise and sighed, increasing his satisfaction and

 bolstering his pride.

      Only when Kevin felt he was recovered enough to move again,

nearly

 half an hour later, did he reluctantly slip out from behind his wife

and

 stand.  Stretching a moment, he bent and helped her to sit, removing

both

 the cuffs and the discipline belt.

      "Where are we going?" Jessica asked when he put his arms under

her

 and gathered her up.

      "To the den, precious.  Daddy wants you to rest for a while."

      Ignoring the small frown that flitted across her lips, Kevin

carried

 his wife to the back of the house where their private den was tucked.

 This room saw very few visitors and was decorated much more casually

then

 the others, with a large comfortably worn couch, a big screen TV, and

a

 mismatched assortment of pillows and afghans.  He laid Jessica on the

 couch, covered her, and removed her blindfold.

      "I need to get a little work done, so I want you to watch TV and

be

 a good girl," he informed her.

      "Work?"  She blinked up at him.

      It was unusual, he had to admit.  Kevin hated working on the

 weekends.  Unfortunately, his distraction the day before had kept him

 from wrapping up a few important details.

      "Only a little," he explained.  Then, unable to resist, "I just

 didn't have enough time after lunch with Marcus yesterday."

      Jessica flushed at the reminder and wisely kept her mouth shut.

She

 probably feared that pursuing it would lead to more punishment.  He

 wouldn't tell her until later then that he'd already figured that in.

      Determined not to let anticipation delay him any further, Kevin

 handed her the TV remote and retreated to his study.





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