Although she hadn't a moment alone with Taryn since the night in the parking lot, Lisa clung to the hope that they would be lovers.
When she heard about Kimberly spending the night at Morgan Estates, she felt a little jealous, especially after listening to the servants describe what happened. Everyone agreed that Taryn seemed smitten by the new client.
Trying to hide her nervousness, Lisa locked her hands behind her back and stared at the ground. "I couldn't concentrate on my work, so I thought a walk might do me well," she said. Still not looking at Taryn, she strolled past her to the edge of the creek bank. Suddenly, it didn't seem like such a good idea to be alone with her.
Sensing Lisa's discomfort, Taryn walked over and placed her arm around her waist. She was trembling, an obvious sign that something was bothering her. Feeling guilty that she hadn't spent time with her since the night in the car, Taryn blurted out, "I was thinking about going to the cabin this morning … just to get away for a while," she explained. "You're more than welcome to come with me."
Lisa eyed Taryn curiously, puzzling over her invitation.
Sensing her hesitancy, Taryn rushed on. "We can take some coffee and pastries from the kitchen. We'll have breakfast, then read or listen to music or … whatever," she mused. Taryn gave Lisa a tentative smile, hoping the invitation would buoy her spirits and in turn ease her own guilty conscience.
Lisa pursed her lips and laid her head on Taryn's shoulder. "You really want me to come?" she asked.
No matter how much she tried to distance herself from Lisa, Taryn could not resist her loving adoration. She lifted her head and kissed her very softly and gently on the mouth. Her lips parted ever so slightly, she felt Lisa's tongue slipping inside of her. She closed her mouth around it, capturing it between her teeth. The kiss sparked her desire just as it had the night in the bar. She moaned and sucked Lisa's wet tongue in and out of her mouth.
Lisa sighed and felt the familiar ache coming upon her. She felt for Taryn's hand and placed it on her hip. Moving it up and down over her butt, she invited Taryn to partake of her offering.
Taryn smiled and playfully squeezed Lisa's buttock. "Let's skip breakfast," she whispered, blowing gently in Lisa's ear.
Lisa shivered with anticipation. She was trembling so much it hurt.
But it didn't hurt nearly as much as it was going to in a little bit.
Eagerly, she took Taryn's hand and raced to the cabin.
By outward appearances, the cabin was indeed a cabin. A simple, modern structure located halfway up the mountain, it blended very easily into its surroundings. Taryn clicked the remote, turning off the motion sensor. She led Lisa inside and clicked the remote once more.
"Oh, good! Albert started a fire." Sometimes Taryn thought the wily old butler could read her mind. She made a mental note to thank him, then turned her attention back to Lisa.
Lisa grinned and helped Taryn out of her jacket. She hung their outer garments on the coat rack by the entrance. Her eyes fell upon the umbrella stand sitting beside it. It was filled with all sorts of goodies – paddles of all shapes and sizes, some leather and some wood. There was also the favored riding crop that Lisa had heard Taryn welded very effectively.
Lisa gasped when she saw the newest item in Taryn's collection.
She'd ordered the stun rods a week or so ago, having taken it upon herself to keep Lavender Excursions stocked with the newest toys on the market. She wondered if Taryn might use a stun rod on her. With an expression of eager anticipation on her face, she gave Taryn a questioning look.
The throbbing between her legs escalated considerably when Taryn saw the stun rods. She'd almost forgotten about them. No longer did she feel the gentleness or the tenderness toward Lisa that she'd felt just moments ago. She grasped Lisa's hand and pulled her petite frame hard against her own aching body. Filled with a hunger too long denied, she greedily pressed Lisa's mouth to hers. She grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her closer; so close that their groins were locked together.
Taryn tilted her hips, her clit seeking some part of the other woman's body to ride, to carry her into total oblivion. She felt Lisa's leg pressing between hers and she welcomed it. Her clit felt ready to burst as she rubbed it back and forth over Lisa's thigh. "Uh, uh," she panted, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.
Lisa gave herself totally to Taryn's explosive hunger. Taryn's hands were gripping her ass so hard she was literally lifting her up and down as she rode her. She was so wet Lisa felt the dampness seeping through the leg of her pants. Eagerly she fastened her mouth around Taryn's tongue, sucking her hard and fast. She felt her own lips bruising beneath Taryn's eager mouth.
"Oh, yes," Taryn moaned as she felt her first orgasm approaching.
She was sucking and biting Lisa's mouth so hard that she knew she was hurting her. But she didn't care. "Doesn't matter," she groaned as every nerve in her clit exploded in orgasm and her body shook and trembled and quaked. She wrapped herself around Lisa's leg, holding on to every single burst of excitement.
"Ah!" she screamed, panting, gasping for air as it tore through her aching clit. "Uh, uh," she grunted, holding fast to Lisa's leg. Her clit shuddered into one final explosion. Slowing now, she rode gently through the last vestiges of her orgasm, never once letting Lisa go.
She thrust her tongue in and out of Lisa's mouth, once, twice, then a third time as she finished. Struggling to regain her breath, she held quietly to Lisa's trembling body.
Her own clit begging for release, Lisa breathed heavily into Taryn's ear. Her wet tongue plunged inside, a reminder to Taryn that she was waiting. Only seconds passed but it seemed like hours before Taryn pushed her away.
Her strength having returned somewhat, Taryn planned to more than return the favor. She reached into the umbrella stand and withdrew one of the riding crops. It wasn't her favorite because she wanted to save that for later. This, however, was a very fine crop.
The leather was so finely tooled, it struck with near perfect precision.
She stepped back and eyed Lisa's trembling body. Suddenly, without warning, she snapped the whip, the tip stinging one of Lisa's nipples.
"Off! Take your clothes off!" she demanded, snapping the whip again. This time it stung both nipples, the leather creating red, swollen marks despite Lisa's clothing.
Lisa struggled to undress as Taryn unleashed a frenzy of lashes upon her body. She cried and cringed, feeling afraid now. If the rein of lashes gave hint of what would follow, Lisa thought she might not want this after all. But then she remembered the locks on the doors and windows and the remote control Taryn guarded so carefully. Her nipples were burning and her breasts were aching from the harsh lashings. Another volley followed before she could finish undressing.
This time the blows landed square across her buttocks, the very cheeks that only a moment ago Taryn had clung to as she climaxed.
Her sides heaving as she gasped for breath, Taryn stopped. "Finish undressing," she said. Now that she'd vented some of the anger, she needed a moment to catch her breath. And another moment to wonder why she was taking Lisa so readily into her private fantasies -
fantasies she'd worked so hard to suppress. This was a dark side of her personality that Taryn sometimes found frightening. Oh, the things she wanted to do and imagined doing! She trembled in anticipation as she watched Lisa undress.
Hurriedly, Lisa unzipped her pants. She tried to ease them down slowly over her burning cheeks, but Taryn cracked her whip, demanding that she hurry. Some of the marks were weeping, causing the material to stick to the wounds. Lisa tried to be careful but Taryn would have none of it. Lisa screamed as Taryn seized her pants and jerked them down about her ankles.