Free Vow of Silence by Roxy Harte Page B

down.
Beneath the coverall she is wearing a clingy tank top and shorts. Bending over
her, I push up her top to scatter kisses on her midriff. Her scent fills the
air and I inhale theatrically. “You smell horny.”
    She giggles. “Being near you keeps me horny.”
    I pull down the coveralls and shorts in a swift action,
working the fabric free of her heavy work boots. I step back to look at her in
just the white wifebeater and black boots. “God, you are so sexy.”
    Her lips part but she doesn’t say anything. I realize she is
panting, obviously as hot for me as I am for her.
    “It hardly seems fair that you are still wearing all of your
clothes.”
    I grin lecherously. “I think I promised you pain the last
time we were together. More specifically that I was going to help you find
pleasure in pain.”
    Her eyes widen. I love the combined look of curiosity and
fear. I drink it in before leaning in to kiss her.
    “Tell me you want me.”
    “I want to take a shower.”
    Behind her ear, I inhale deeply. “You smell like a hot,
horny woman.”
    She pushes against my chest. “You can shower with me.”
    I hold her tightly and work my way down her body. I push my
face between her breasts and inhale again. “Mmm, salty.”
    She struggles hard, but I am a master of controlling human
bodies. She isn’t about to escape my grasp. I lick my way down her torso. I
push my face into the downy softness of her pubic hair. I sniff loudly, like a
hound on the trail. Lower and lower. Until my mouth is poised directly over her
clit.
    “You smell good.” I expose and lick the bud of her sex.
    “Oh God, George. I’ve never been so hot and bothered
before.”
    I slide my tongue between the lips of her labia.
    “I need you! I want you naked. I want you inside me.”
    Ignoring her request, I keep licking and slide a single
finger inside her.
    “Oh.”
    I thrust gently, strengthening the intensity of my thrusts
to match the needy rhythm of her bucking hips.
    “Please, George, please.”
    I curl my finger to press into the spongy flesh over her
G-spot and she responds wildly. She pushes against my hand and mouth.
    “Fuck me, George!”
    I add a second finger and thrust harder, deeper.
    “Oh God! Oh God!”
    She screams as she orgasms, and I am completely surprised by
her behavior. I don’t know why I didn’t think she would be a screamer but I am
very pleased that she is.
    I’m not as happy about the pillow talk that follows. After
some debate, we decide she should actually visit the club, during non-business
hours of course, so that she can see exactly where I spend the majority of my
life. It’s actually her idea and one I objected to mightily. If she couldn’t
stand being in my basement, I’m not sure how she thinks she will ever be able
to tour four floors of hedonistic wonderland.
    She wants to go. Now.
    The clock doesn’t stop ticking while she goes upstairs to
shower and change. We open for business in less than four hours, and with
traffic we’ll lose at least an hour to travel time. It’s cutting too close and
seems like a very bad idea to me, but arguing with her is useless. I’m
beginning to see an entirely new side to Lin, and it doesn’t resemble her
delicate, submissive side in the least.
    I think I like that.
    Strange.
    When I see her coming down the stairs, my thoughts screech
to a halt and my breath hitches. She’s radiant. Her hair is flowing loose down
her back and she’s wearing a floral sundress that leaves her legs bare. My gaze
goes to her stilettos as she takes each step and for a moment I forget to
breathe as I note her freshly painted toes.
    She’s dressed for a day in the park, not a kinky nightclub.
    “You look amazing.”
    She ducks her head and blushes.
    “Are you sure you want to do this today? Why not wait until
the changes are implemented? We could go to dinner instead.”
    “I want to see the before and after so that I can better
appreciate who this Doctor Psycho is.”
    “Plenty