Jake was making sounds now. Grunts and harsh exhalations that were both animalistic and beautiful in their urgency. She found that she was fighting to hold back similar mewling sounds in her own throat as the pleasure between her legs intensified.
“Oh God!” Jake cried, throwing back his head. His hand was moving so quickly that she could barely track its movements and his flesh made a sharp slapping sound as he pumped his fist wildly.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a car door slamming outside, and she could hear her brother, Robert, calling Jake’s name. She immediately yanked her hand away from where it had been buried in her crotch and edged as far away from the ledge as possible. If her brother saw what she had been doing she would die of embarrassment.
Below her, Jake stopped touching himself and froze like a rabbit scenting a predator. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” he called, his voice surprisingly normal-sounding considering what he’d been doing just seconds before. He hung his head and took several deep breaths. When he was calm, he tucked himself back in his jeans with a pained expression on his face and rearranged the tail of his shirt to disguise his aroused state.
She watched him leave, silently bereft at being left alone in her own fevered condition. Closing her eyes, she could still see him there, touching himself and making those oddly arousing sounds in the back of his throat. Lying back on the hay, she moved her hand between her thighs again and wondered what it would be like if Jake ever kissed her. She squirmed in delight as the thought sent another wave of heat rushing through her. Clasping her thighs tightly together around her hand, she ground herself against her fingers and felt something wonderful loosen inside her, and then pleasure washed over her. Her quiet cry of exultation echoed in the dim barn, and she rolled to her side, thinking of that lonely boy who never once thought of her.
“I think I want him to be turned on by it,” Kayla said, looking at Miss Bright with challenge bright in her green eyes. “Yup, he should like being watched. A lot.” Why hold back? It was her fantasy and she needed to communicate what she wanted. This Miss Bright seemed uncommonly intuitive, but she couldn’t read minds. Or could she? Nothing would really surprise her about this woman.
Kayla had to be honest and quit worrying about being judged. What did she have to be embarrassed about anyway? Sex is a biological function and people are driven by their need for it. Wanting it is normal. She’d been denying herself for so long that she’d become some kind of repressed, workaholic spinster. Pursuing her fantasy was probably the most human thing she’d done in awhile. She was finished with being ashamed of her desires.
Miss Bright nodded. “I think I know just the gentleman. You are in for a treat.”
“Really?” Kayla asked, eagerly. “You already have someone in mind?”
“Oh. Yes. He’ll be perfect. But I have one last question. Don’t you think he would want to punish you? Just a little. For watching him?”
Kayla’s eyes widened. Was this woman serious? Did she look like she wanted someone to hurt her? A masochist? “What are we talking about here? A firm nipple twist? Or cigarette burns on my ass? Definitely do not check that box.”
Finally, the unshakeable Miss Bright looked a bit flustered. “Cigarette burns? Oh my. No. Nothing like that. Pain to that degree isn’t really something we encourage in our scenarios. It certainly has its place in BDSM culture, but it takes time and trust to build those relationships. So, I would never suggest something like that. What I was thinking was that maybe you might enjoy a little spanking. Many women do. A little twinge of pain can often intensify the pleasure.”
How the hell did this woman know she had always entertained a mild curiosity about spanking? It was unnerving how she seemed to know so much about her preferences. Things she’d never even admitted to herself. At least not seriously. “That sounds interesting, but I’m not really sure it’s something I’d be into. Do I have to commit to that now?”
“Absolutely not. It was just a suggestion. I was thinking about your scenario and how it would play out. Since you have stated that your previous sexual encounters have been fairly conventional, it seemed like the situation was perfect to explore something a little bit out of your comfort zone. But never-mind. You can definitely let him know at the scene if you’d like to try it.”
“How will that go exactly? Excuse me, Mr. Gigolo, but I’ve decided that I’d like you to beat the hell out of my ass with a hairbrush before you go down on me.”
“Well, yes, you could say something like that. But it might spoil the mood a little. Why don’t we come up with some safe words that you can work into your conversation that will indicate the direction you want to take.”
“Conversation? There’s going to be conversation?”
“Of course. Did you imagine that you wouldn’t be talking during your scene? Is that something you’d prefer? We can certainly accommodate you, but it probably won’t feel all that natural without a little banter between you,”
“Hmmm…I honestly never thought about it.”
“So, then dirty talk is not something you’d be interested in?”
Wow, Kayla thought. This is getting positively eerie. How did this woman know she loved a vocal man. Not one of those weirdoes who’s into calling women degrading names in bed though. Nothing made her pussy pucker faster than some woman-hater using demeaning language to get himself off. Talk about twisted.
That had happened to her recently. In a motel room in Dallas, she’d been unsuccessfully attempting to live out her fantasy with a rodeo champion. Things had been going okay, not exactly fantasy material, but pretty raw and exciting. Then he’d demanded that she get down on her knees and suck him off like a good little slut. She’d paused, not liking the phrase, but had been prepared to go along with it, thinking that it was a game and he’d reciprocate afterward. Then he’d grabbed her by the hair, attempted to gag her by ramming his monster cock down her throat, and added insult to injury by calling her a filthy whore as he did it.
She’d given his balls a good squeeze and left the room with her blouse open and her pride bruised. That had been her last sexual encounter, more than eight months ago. Definitely not what she had in mind when she thought of sexy talk.
If a man really wanted to turn her on, all he had to do was tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her, how much she was going to love it, and how good it felt when he did it to her. She felt a little shiver of anticipation slide through her just thinking about the way a man’s voice became so rough and guttural when he described how he was going to fuck her.
“Can you put an extra large check mark next to the dirty talk box, please?” Kayla said with a grin.
Miss Bright nodded her head and returned Kayla’s smile. “Dirty talk will definitely be on the menu then.” She made a show of circling something on Kayla’s application and then returned her attention to her client. “Is there any other requirements then? I imagine that since you're contemplating being spanked, you’d want to assume the submissive role? You want him to be in charge?”
Kayla though about all the people at work. The men in particular who seemed incapable of doing anything without her input or direction. She was proud to be respected and even feared a little, but in her fantasy she didn’t want all the responsibility resting on her. It wasn’t exactly politically correct, but some small part of her longed to be dominated. At least for a few minutes. She could give up control for the sake of her fantasy, couldn’t she?
“How about we start out with him in charge, but them we play it by ear. Maybe we’ll switch things up as things progress.” Kayla suggested.