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  Lessons for Laura

  Copyright © 2012 by Mia Savage.

  Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by DJ Rogers.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Adult Content Warning

  This story contains sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

  Lessons for Laura

  ~~~1~~~

  The antiquated bookstore I’d inherited from my grandfather was quiet—too quiet. The echoes of my childhood adventures and discoveries faded into the dusty shelves behind the empty register. Sitting at his desk petting the old gray cat had become my routine between 10:00 and 6:00, six days a week, with much of that time spent wondering why I was holding on to the place at all.

  For me or him?

  She walked in from nowhere that early fall afternoon. The sound of her boots echoed on the wood floor. Up and down each aisle they tapped a steady pace, and my subconscious fell in with their cadence.

  Suddenly it was quiet and I looked up. There she stood with a stack of heavy hardbound books that made a thud as she dropped them down on the counter between us.

  “I’ve been looking for these everywhere. You have a wonderful and rare collection.”

  My mind tried to comprehend the words as my body swarmed with feelings long abandoned.

  “Thank you,” was all I was able to say.

  I knew the moment I looked into her dark penetrating eyes and tantalizing smile, she would consume me. And I was ready to be consumed.

  Lesson One

  The sound of the old brass bell over the door and those boots across the floor caused my heart to flutter. The jeans and light leather jacket suited her strong, well-built saunter.

  “Good evening, Laura.” Her tone and presence were, as ever, confident and assertive. She kissed me on the cheek.

  There had to be much more to her than what I’d discovered over the past few weeks. We shared a passion for good books, good food, and mind-blowing sex. Somehow I still felt there was more. Some place deeper than she had allowed me to go yet. Deeper than she was ready to reveal.

  “Are you ready?” Her hand nudged me forward to the stairway leading up to my apartment over the bookstore.

  “Are we in a hurry?” I circled around her playfully. “I have to lock up.”

  “I already have.” She took my elbow in her firm hand and placed me back on the path in front of her, and then placed it in the small of my back to guide me.

  The door closed soundly behind us. She turned me toward her and then pulled me in close for an almost hungry kiss. Scanning her strong face, I noticed her eyes were darker than usual, and there was a mischievous feel to her touch.

  “Are we going out tonight?”

  “No; I have something else in mind.”

  Staying in was good. I hadn’t seen her for several days, and I was so hot for her.

  “I’ll order takeout. Would you like a drink?” I backed slowly away from the intense stare that devoured me. Her eyes had a way of pulling me in and allowing her an access I was normally very protective of.

  As I turned, she pulled me back, almost roughly. I stumbled for balance while she held me to another deep passionate kiss. My eyes closed while my body surrendered to her much more quickly than I had intended.

  She slowly released each button of my tailored cotton blouse and pushed it off my shoulders while she engulfed any resistance in the kiss. The blouse and my bra dropped to the floor together. Her hot hands floated just above my skin, and the fine hairs raised to greet them. My skirt was on the floor at my feet. Her fingers dipped into the front of my panties to confirm the desire my body refused to conceal.

  A dizzying quick turn, and I was pushed against the cool rough stucco wall. Her strong hand pressed firmly to my back, holding me there until my resistance stopped. Cold metal cuffs were placed on my wrists and she held them firm to the small of my back.

  “What the hell…?” I struggled against her hold, wondering when exactly I let this happen. Trying to turn and knowing I couldn’t was almost a pleasurable moment. My thoughts ran wild between the emotions.

  She leaned against me, close to my ear. “Relax, Laura. I won’t hurt you.”

  Pressed between her heat and the cold wall caused me to shudder. Her tongue slid over my neck as she traced a hot damp path across my shoulders while her breath chilled the trails. Short perfectly groomed nails lightly scraped across the exposed flesh of my ass, and a deep sigh of pleasure washed across me.

  Another quick turn forced me back to the wall, pinning my cuffed hands behind me. She took a deep audible whiff of my fragrance. I wanted her so badly I forgot my confinement and pushed toward her. She backed away, pushing me harder against the prickly wall.

  “Just stand there.” She held me with her arm fully extended and looked me over as if sizing me up for something. I suddenly felt shame and tried to force myself from the wall.

  She moved back in close. “I said, ‘stand there.’”

  The cuffs cut into my wrists to remind me of my situation. I was at the complete mercy of someone I had only known a short time; yet somehow I felt safe.

  She reached into her front pocket. The sound of the blade switching open stopped my breath, and my feeling of safety melted back into uncertainty.

  Placing her fingers inside the thin hip string of my panties, she cut them loose: first one side, then the other. The back edge of the blade slid cold and threatening against my skin. She pulled the fabric roughly from between my clenched legs and kicked my feet apart with the tip of her boot. As I slid down into the open stance, the stucco scratched my bare back.

  She reached in between my legs and discovered the result her aggression had conjured. Her fingers swirled in my silky wet submission. I pressed my head back to the wall and pushed my hips forward, craving her touch.

  I want to hold her, but I can’t. I want to touch her, but I can’t.

  She held my yearning just this side of satisfaction. As my belly shuddered to the onset of my climax, she pulled her fingers out and slid them, warm and wet, up to my lips.

  “Taste it, Laura; taste your consent.”

  I turned my head, embarrassed both by her request and by my own arousal at the scent. She pressed her wet fingers to my lips and pushed them in just as she had done with my pussy. I took in a breath and tasted myself for the first time in my life. Even when I masturbated, I never tasted my fingers. As the flavor and the aroma took me, I sucked and licked her hand. It felt a bit like a blow job—something I hadn’t done since before coming out in college.

  “Beautiful,” she whispered.

  I looked into her eyes as she watched my mouth discover yet another pleasure beyond my comfort zone.

  Her fingers slid out of my eager mouth down to my rock-hard nipple. “Are you ready for the next step, Laura?” Her eyes scanned my face.

  “What ... ?” My thoughts were lost in the madness of my body starving for the release just below the surface of her taunting touch.

  She turned me quickly again and pushed my face to the hard wall. “Are you ready for your first lesson?” Her whisper blew hot into my ear, and I wasn’t sure what I’d heard or if I’d understood it.

  “What lesson?”

  “Lesson One, Laura. Are you ready?”

  She reached betwee
n my legs and gripped the fullest part of my labia. She pulled back to force me to bend until my ass jutted out from the wall. I would have agreed to almost anything if it meant she was going to fuck me, and soon.

  She landed a good hard smack on the cheek of my ass. “Answer me.” Her tone no longer a whisper. Before I could speak, another in the same spot. The sound resonated in my head as it landed on my ass.

  “Stop!” I stood up quickly, and she forced me back into position and held me until I settled.

  “Why did you hit me?” Tears welled in my eyes.

  “Answer my question, Laura.”

  I felt her arm pull back for another smack as I blurted out, “Yes…Yes, whatever you want. Just stop…”

  Her hand landed anyway, in the exact same hot spot as the previous two.

  My tears were more from humiliation than pain. I was being spanked by my girlfriend! The tingle in my pussy was a direct contradiction to my disdain for the spanking.

  She turned me back toward her, and I tried to hide my face and my tears. She lifted my chin and kissed the drops from my cheeks.

  “I love the taste of your tears.” Her lips parted slightly to suck them in.

  She let go of me and walked over to grandfather’s old leather chair across the small room. She stared at me for a few moments, and then pointed to the floor in front of her. I stood there not sure the meaning of her gesture. She pointed to the same spot on the floor again without speaking.

  My focus was on the spot, frozen; not knowing if I wanted to allow her complete control over my desires. I blinked, and suddenly she was back in front of me. Before I could respond she had my hair tangled in her strong hand, leading me to her request. After forcing me to my knees, she sat back down in the chair calmly as I knelt in front of her.

  What am I doing here, kneeling at her feet, bound and defenseless?

  She placed her hand on top of my head and lowered my chin to my chest. My consciousness screamed, questioning my decision to submit to her, while my body yielded to all the power she wielded over me.

  My heart pounded as she placed her boot between my legs, forcing me to spread my knees across the hard floor. The pointed tip kicked high under my ass. I felt the worn leather brush past my moist lips and the scales of the snake skin scratch my inner thighs.

  “Squeeze your legs together.”

  I looked up at her.

  “Taking my boots off doesn’t require you to look at me.”

  She placed her hand back on top of my head and pushed a bit harder this time. I squeezed my inner thighs around her foot, and she slowly slid it out of the boot. She kicked it free and replaced it with the other. I squeezed again, holding the boot between my legs.

  She leaned close to my face as if she could smell my fear. “Very nice, Laura.”

  The boot fell to the ground.

  She lifted my chin with a stiff finger. I looked into her eyes.

  “Your control needs work.”

  “I thought you were in control.” My smug tone flashed back at me through her expression.

  A quick movement and I was face down across her lap. A swift hand landed across my humiliation once again. She spanked my ass to my complete loss of control. I kicked and cried out for her to stop, but my insolence only seemed to feed her hunger for my suffering.

  Her words flooded in past my confusion of body and mind.

  “Very nice,” she said, while she rubbed the burning flesh softly to comfort—or to possibly torture further.

  I sobbed and twisted my hips to escape her touch. Not a good plan. She dug her fingers in, squeezing until I stopped resisting again.

  “Back to your knees.”

  Much quicker to comply this time, I knelt there with a tear-stained face and the pulse pounding in my raging pussy. I wanted her at that moment more then I wanted my dignity back.

  She placed her hands on either side of my head and pulled me into her damp denim crotch. She hadn’t even let me touch her and had never allowed me to even try. My hands reminded me of their cruel binds.

  Her scent took me in and I allowed it to inflame my desire to taste her, to drink her in and inhale the very power she controlled. I wanted all of her. She took my head in both of her large hands, lifted me from her lap, and held my face close to hers.

  “You haven’t earned that privilege yet.”

  My burning ass rested on my feet as I knelt in front of her again, trying to swallow my disappointment. She stood up and stepped past me. I didn’t dare turn to see where she was.

  Some lessons are learned more quickly than others.

  “Come here, Laura.” Her voice chilled me.

  I stood in front of her ready to succumb to her next demand.

  “I have to go.” She turned me, unlocked and released each of the cuffs.

  I turned back to her quickly. “What? Where are you going?”

  “Don’t question me, Laura.” She placed the cuffs down the waist band of her jeans and walked back to the chair to pick up her boots.

  “Did I do something wrong? Please don’t leave me like this! I want… ” I followed her, and she turned back to me with a soft curl to her lips.

  “It isn’t about what you want.”

  I was even more confused.

  She kissed me on the cheek then whispered softly as she tapped my hungry pussy like a good little pet. “I’ll finish that later.”

  She backed away and sternly said, “Do not finish it yourself.” She turned and walked out the door, boots in hand. I just stood there naked and speechless, waiting for her bad joke to end. And then I heard the brass bell and the familiar rattle of the glass in the old front door downstairs as it slammed.

  What kind of lesson was that?

  Finding myself several moments later standing there naked and frustrated, I tried to believe it was all a dream; however, the proof between my legs and the burn on my ass affirmed the reality. My frustration turned to anger.

  I will fucking finish what she started, in a hot bath. How’s she going to know?

  My willfulness to finish in spite of her warning teetered on the edge of my sanity. I was left unsatisfied, yet sure she could not possibly discover my forbidden indiscretion—and not sure if I cared. I looked around my empty bathroom, listening to the silence of my apartment reassuring my privacy.

  The bath soothed my frustrated body; but only one thing could sooth my restless desire. I slid down in the tub and spread my knees, resting them on either side of the cold porcelain. I slowly moved my hand down to the ache I wanted—no, needed—to relieve. I slipped my fingers between the soft lips to the silky moisture I had offered her… in vain.

  I curled my fingers just inside the opening and then snuck them back up to the very heart of my desire. Slowly at first I rubbed; then fast and furious. I was unable to think further than the release just moments away. It only took a few strokes to make me moan openly. With my eyes closed, I could imagine it was her touching me. The moans grew louder as I approached the final peak.

  The inside door to my apartment slammed shut. The gasp of my release turned to one of sudden panic. I stood quickly and grabbed a towel. Dripping water along my path, I stumbled to the door. From the top of the stairs I heard the exterior door slam. I felt rather than heard her motorcycle rumble away and squeal around the corner. I had been caught.

  ~~~2~~~

  Restless sleep and worry left me anxious the next morning. My stomach was in knots as I showered and then dressed. My feelings were conflicted and my head tried to convince my heart to just walk away. This was a strange yet seductive relationship, and the craving in my body seemed to be winning the battle over all my sensibilities. What was so wrong with what I did, anyway?

  It is my body after all, and if I choose to please myself I have that right. No matter what she thinks.

  That morning was unusually busy. Calls started early, asking for example if I had a particular copy of a particular first edition hardback. Grandfather had collected and hand-ca
talogued such volumes for years.

  “Good morning, Harrington Books.”

  Her low exact voice read out an address and asked—or rather, told—me where to be at 7:00 that evening. Before I could respond she hung up. I held the phone to my ear listening to the dial tone.

  What is drawing me to this woman? What has she got I seem to crave?

  Lesson Two

  Tall and striking, she stood casually against the far wall talking to the pretty blonde in the smoky dim bar. Their eyes and smiles flashed signals of attraction. Watching them through the large mirror behind the bar almost excited me. At the same time, I wanted to walk over there and take back what was mine.

  Mine? Was she mine? Was I falling too fast and allowing her to take more of me than I was ready to give? My legs crossed tightly, holding the moisture that built. The short dress was my only barrier between the public bar stool and my steaming desire for her touch.

  I should be angry and jealous. I shouldn’t let her play with me like this.

  Her attention suddenly diverted from her companion to me. Pride swelled inside and I puffed with new confidence as I turned on the stool to acknowledge her gaze. When she had my full undivided attention, she turned back to the eager slut she was using to torment me. I flashed a confident smile at them and took another sip of my drink.

  Her voice blew into my ear from behind. “Right on time.”

  I tried to turn toward her, but she held me so that I faced only her reflection in the mirror. The firm hand slid under my dress and forced my legs open under the concealment of the bar countertop. Fingers pressed into the warm depths of my surrender. She pushed deeper inside me. A flush covered my face as the bartender smiled a knowing glance my way.

  “Oh, yeah, you don’t need me for this. You seem to be perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”

  She stared deep into my eyes in the mirror while her wet hand slid down the inside of my thigh and squeezed.

  “Wait here while I finish my game with the young lady.” She walked back over to the blonde still waiting for her at the pool table.