RR - Chapter 20
Author: Lisa Cline (Cornwidow)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This chapter contains some fetish activity
that some may find offensive. If you do
not wish to read about those types of sexual activities, please do not read
this story. Thanks
Please see chapter one for all the disclaimer
stuff.
Thanks to Cheryl for the beta and keeping bugging
me until I got this done.
Cheryl left us with . . .
Back inside, Lee closed
the doors and drew the curtains.
“What were you doing outside?”
Lee turned to his wife. “You’re not going to believe it, but your mother almost saw me stark naked.”
“Oh my gosh.
How are we going to get out of here tomorrow without them seeing
us? Or anyone else, for that matter?”
“We’ll figure it out tomorrow. What I’m interested in is, what else did you
buy for you, me, and us?”
(On with the show)
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Amanda covered her mouth, trying to hide her
yawn. “Oh. Sorry, Lee. I guess you
wore me out this evening.”
Lee glanced at the clock. “Actually, it’s well into the morning. What do you say we cuddle up and get some sleep? We can dig into the box later.”
“Sounds good to me.” Amanda crawled into the middle of the bed and held the sheets
open for him to join her. “Come in here
and warm me up.”
“My pleasure.”
Lee slid in and wrapped his arms around her. Within minutes the sound of his even breathing told Amanda he
slept and she closed her eyes and joined him.
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Amanda awoke with her husbands arms still wrapped
around her, his warm breath against her forehead. It was heaven. They
didn’t have many opportunities to wake up like this, so she cherished every
occasion. Not being able to help
herself, she gave him a kiss on his smooth chest. He rolled to his side, half covering her with his body. His morning erection pressed into her
stomach. His hand caressed her cheek
and she felt his lips brush against her forehead. She started to speak, but he halted her by pressing a finger
delicately against her lips.
“Shh”
She closed her eyes and savored his light
touch. His lips kissed all over her
face, while his hands ran over every inch of her skin.
No more words were spoken, none were needed.
Their bodies spoke in a language that was uniquely
their own. His lips covered hers as he
laid over her. There was no need for
foreplay, their night in each other’s arms was all they both needed. She parted her legs when she felt his penis
against her mound. Tipping her pelvis
up, he entered.
They were no longer two, but one.
One body.
One mind. One spirit.
He propped himself up on his forearms and they
looked into each other’s eyes as they moved in tandem. Every fiber in her body felt his presence,
his weight on top of her was comforting, his penis inside of her filled her
completely, and his eyes bored deep into her soul. They didn’t have sex; they
didn’t do the wild thing. They made
love. Tenderly they made love. Gently, delicately, gracefully, without
words, they completed each other. Every
slight movement he made inside of her coursed through to the tips of her
fingers and toes. She felt herself
tighten around him. Her hands balled up
and her toes curled as a volcano erupted from deep inside her. She felt, more than heard Lee’s moan as her
body pulled him deeper yet into her as he released his seed.
He rolled off of her and they both drifted back to
sleep.
*******
Amanda looked around the room. The only hint of what had occurred in that
room was the rumpled sheets. Their
Rebecca’s Fantasies purchases were tucked into the plastic laundry bag that
hung in every hotel closet. Lee stepped
out of the bathroom, tucking his white shirt into his slacks. It was too bad they didn’t think to pack any
clothes for today, though Lee still looked hot in his wrinkled tux.
“I still can’t find them, Amanda.” Lee looked at her apologetically.
“I can’t believe we lost my panties.”
“At least you have no visible panty lines now.”
She slapped his arm and handed him the bag. “Very funny.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart. Let’s see if we can get out of here with less trouble than it
took to get up here last night.” Lee
slowly opened the door and peeked out, looking both directions. “Coast is clear.”
Lee pulled the door shut then reached for her
hand. As they started to head toward
the elevator the door across the hall opened abruptly. In one swift movement, Beaman opened the
door and squatted, grabbing the newspaper on the floor of the hallway.
Lee and Amanda froze at the sight of Beaman, a robe
tied loosely around his waist, hickeys in the shape of a heart showing on his
chest.
Beaman finally noticed the pair standing in the
hall. “Lee, Amanda.” He nodded as he stood.
Before anyone else could speak Dotty and Kurt’s
door started to open. Lee pushed his
way past Beaman, pulling Amanda with him and slammed the door shut.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing,
Scarecrow?” Beaman pulled his robe
closed.
Lee shushed him then looked through the peephole.
“Ephraim, the door to my mothers room across the
hall was opening.” Amanda explained as
she noticed the disarray in the room.
The sheets were in a pile on the floor.
A pair of white BVD’s covered in red lipstick lay at the door to the
bathroom right beside an empty box of condoms.
Francine’s dress was hanging over the lamp. Looking up she saw Francine, dressed only in Beaman’s white dress
shirt, motioning her toward the other end of the room.
Amanda stepped over a blindfold and fur lined
handcuffs to join Francine on the balcony.
“Amanda. I
can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I can’t help it. I want to shout it to the world.” Francine looked dreamily to the street
below. “I’m in love. 100%, head over heels in love. I’ve never felt like this before. He’s so tender and sweet. But then he can be such and animal. I’ve never had a better lover. Amanda, he’s hung like a h—”
“Whoa. Stop
right there. That’s way too much
information.” Now that they were out
into the daylight, Amanda noticed the huge hickey on Francine’s neck.
Francine blushed; she must’ve realized what she was
actually telling Amanda. “Sorry. I just don’t know what to think. Last night was . . . just wonderful. You’re the closest thing I have to a real
friend, and I just had to tell you. I
can’t believe I pushed him away for so long.
I’ve been such a fool.”
Amanda turned and gazed across the balconies. She couldn’t believe the transformation in
Francine. A piercing scream next door
caught their attention. Parting the ivy
they both looked into the open door of the room next door. The sight was almost sickening.
“Oh dear Lord.”
Francine quickly made the sign of the cross.
There was Dr. Smyth, on all fours, his ass red and
welted. A studded dog collar and leash
around his neck. Holding onto the leash
was Elisa Danton dressed in a latex dominatrix outfit.
A whip cracked across his butt. “Did I give you permission to scream,
bitch?”
Dr. Smyth’s usually strong voice was raspy. “No ma’am.
I’m sorry Goddess. Please
discipline me in anyway you see fit.”
“Don’t worry, Slave. I will.”
“Thank you, Goddess.”
Elisa placed one stiletto heel into the small of
his back, pushing him down. “Lick my
boot, Slave.”
“Yes, my Goddess.
Anything you wish, my Goddess.”
She moved her foot off his back and pulled on his
leash, bringing him up to his knees.
Amanda clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a
gasp. She didn’t want to look, but
couldn’t help herself. It was like
watching a freak show. Dr. Smyth had
some type of cage encasing his penis.
It was held on by small locks and leather straps like a g-string, it
looked like some sort of chastity device.
It appeared to be tight enough that even the smallest of dicks would
never be able to get an erection while wearing it, at least, not without a
great deal of discomfort.
Elisa stepped in front of him and dangled a small
key in front of his face. “Would you
like me to unlock you, bitch?”
“Oh, yes.”
Her whip cracked against his back and ass. “What did you say?”
“Yes, please my Goddess. Whatever you desire for me, my Goddess. I only live to please you, my Goddess.”
“That’s better, slave. I’m starting to wonder if you like to be whipped. Do you like pain, slave?”
“If you desire to inflict pain, then I desire for
you to cause me pain, my Goddess.”
Elisa sat down on a chair, her back to Francine and
Amanda. “Suck my clit, slave, while I
think about letting you out of your cock cage.”
“Yes, my Goddess.
I will do anything to please you, my Goddess.” Dr. Smyth crawled over and knelt between her legs as she leaned
back, fingering the whip.
Francine stepped back and shook her head, then
adjusted the ivy for a better view.
Amanda started to back away when Francine pulled her back, just in time
to see Elisa tie the leash to the door knob and go out of their sight into the
room, leaving Dr. Smyth kneeling in front of the door all alone. When she returned she carried a black bag.
“I’m in a good mood, slave. I’ll let you pick the next toy I use on
you.”
“Thank you, my goddess.”
“Of course, there are some strings attached.”
Dr. Smyth pulled a large strap on dildo out of the
bag caressing it. “I will do anything
you want, oh goddess.”
“Of course you will. You always do, slave.
From now on, I want you to wear your chastity cage at The Agency. Any time you hear the word ‘cock’ used in
any context, wherever you are, no matter what you’re doing. I want you to reach down and tighten it
around your balls.” Amanda saw Elisa
look directly at her and Francine and wink.
“Every time you hear that word, tighten it one more notch. I know you like pain, but if the pain ever
gets too much, call and beg me to let you loosen it. If I’m in a good mood, maybe I will.”
“Yes my goddess.
I will do as you have instructed.
Now I beg of you, please fuck me like the bitch I am.”
Elisa unhooked the leash and nodded. “Assume the position.” Dr. Smyth stood and bent over, grasping his
ankles. She strapped on the dildo as
she walked into the room then pulled the curtains closed but left the door
open. “How bad do you want it, slut?”
“Oh, my goddess, I want it so much. Your bitch wants to be fucked.”
“Like this, you little slut?”
“Oh yes! Thank you goddess, thank you.”
Amanda pulled herself away from the scene and drug
Francine back into the room. “Did we
just see what I thought we just saw?”
“Yes, we did.”
“I’ll have nightmares for weeks.”
Francine and Amanda looked at each other then burst
out laughing. Dr. Smyth as the
submissive was just too much.
Lee stepped over the clothes on the floor and
walked to the ladies. “What are you two
laughing about?”
They looked at each other then tried to put on a
straight face, looked back at him and said in unison. “Nothing.”
Amanda placed her arm around Lee’s waist. “Nothing I ever want to think about again.”
“It looks like the coast is clear. We’d better make a break for it while we
have a chance.” He placed his arm at
the small of her back and led her to the door.
The foursome stood looking at each other awkwardly.
A knock at the door interrupted the silence. “Room service.”
Beaman opened the door and allowed the waiter to
wheel in the cart full of strawberries and champagne. He looked at the foursome.
“Should I bring two more glasses?
I thought it was champagne for two?”
“Oh no. We
were just leaving.” Lee motioned to the
door.
Beaman tipped the waiter and pushed him out the
door. “I guess we’ll see you two Monday morning.”
“Yeah.
Bright and early for Dr. Smyth’s meeting.” Lee added, causing Francine and Amanda to giggle.
“Sorry.”
The ladies said through their laughter.
Lee shook his head and reached for the
doorknob. “By the way, Beaman. You might want to make sure to give her
hickeys where they don’t show, that or go buy her some nice scarves before
Monday.”
Francine spun around and looked in the mirror. “Oh my!”
Beaman walked up behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist. “I’m sorry,
snookums. We’ll go shopping this
afternoon and find a nice scarf to cover it up. No one will be the wiser.”
Francine turned in his arms and kissed him. That was their cue to leave. The idea of Francine and Beaman together was
growing on her, but watching them make out was still just a bit too much to
handle, especially after what she’d seen in the room next door.
Out in the hall they quickly made their way toward
the elevator. Luck must have been with
them, they made it without seeing anyone else.
Doors opened down the hall, they were almost afraid to look and see who
it was, wishing the elevator door would open soon. Amanda peeked over Lee’s shoulder and saw Dean and Emma arm in
arm, not too far behind them TP and Mrs. Marston had entered the hallway. She looked at the elevator pleading for it
to open.
Her prayers were answered as it opened and they
rushed in. Lee punched the close door
button with fervor. They heard Dean
call out to hold the elevator just as the door shut.
“That was another close one.” Lee leaned against the wall.
“I hope that’s the last close one. I’m ready to get out of here.”
“You’re not the only one. I want to get back to the apartment to see what the last gift you
bought us is.”
“I think you’ll like it, it’s one that will last us
all year long.”
“Hmmm.” Lee
rubbed his chin. “Intriguing.”
The bell dinged announcing their arrival at the
lobby. The door opened and Lee looked
tentatively into the lobby. “Come
on.” He took her hand and led the way
to the front desk.
“Shit.” He
drug her behind a column.
“Leatherneck’s checking out.” He
peaked around the marble column. “He
has a tall blond on each arm. Way to go
man.”
She punched him in the arm, only to elicit a wink
from her husband. “Oh, you’re awful.”
“Yeah, I know.
Don’t ya love me?”
“Yes, in spite of the fact that you’re awful, not
because.”
“Shh, here they come.”
They inched their way around the column as the trio
passed.
“Okay, lets go check out.” They started again toward the front desk.
“Damn it.” This time she was the one pulling Lee
out of the way.
“What now?”
“Billy and Jeanne, Mrs. Marston and TP, Rupert,
Glynis and Lois, as well as half the steno pool just walked up to the front
desk to check out. Can’t we just leave
and call back and check out over the phone with a credit card?”
“You’re a genius.
Let’s get the heck out of dodge.”
They ducked behind a luggage cart, allowing it to
hide them from view as they made their way past the front desk and to the front
door. The glass revolving door was only
a few feet away.
The cart stopped just short of their
destination. “Here you go Mrs.
Farnsworth. Where would you like your
luggage?”
“This is fine, young man. My husband is pulling the car around.”
They heard the porter walk off.
“Okay, you two, the coast is clear. Mr. Melrose is almost done checking out. If
you want to sneak out unnoticed you’d better hurry.”
Amanda peeked over the luggage. “Thanks, Emily.”
“We owe you one.” Lee winked at his old friend
“Nothing owed.
By the way, I’m very happy for you two.
You deserve happiness together.
Now scoot, here they come.”
Lee and Amanda took the two steps to the revolving
door and exited the hotel.
“Whoa, that was tough. Now it should be smooth sailing to the car.”
“Bite your tongue.
You’ll jinx us.”
True to her word, just as they reached the ‘vette a
limo pulled up beside them.
“Amanda, Lee!” it was Princess Penny. “I didn’t know you two were staying in the
hotel last night. Hope you had fun.”
Rheza popped his head in the window. “Oh, leave them alone dear.” He waved then pulled his wife back inside,
pushing the button to raise the window.
“Goodbye.”
Before anyone else could have a chance to come buy,
Lee opened the door and helped Amanda in.
Soon they were on their way to the apartment, and hopefully to be safely
away from any Agency, or family eyes for the rest of the weekend.
Coming soon . . .
The epilogue.
Monday Morning Meeting
Link to the chastity device: