Learning his place

By Lunkdunk
published January 22, 2015
5959 words

A mysterious bear-like man befriends Tim’s wife. Then he takes over Tim’s life. (foot fetish + betrayal)

I sat across from my wife pissed off. We had been happily married for four years now, and for our anniversary I had planned this dinner reservation at La Mer, the most expensive restaurant in New York. What was going to be a romantic evening was fucking ruined. Now it was just to confront her about what I had seen last night. What I had taken pictures of.

At about 10 pm last night, I finally arrived home after a hard day of work. Opening the door, something immediately felt off. There were some enormous muddy bootprints leading from the front door straight into my bedroom. Tip-toeing over to the room, I creaked the door a bit to find my wife in bed, a complete stranger on top of her.

The man was one of the largest men I’d ever seen. He had a barrel-chest that was well-defined, but with a layer of fat. His shirtless body was covered in hair, all over his chest and stomach, draping his fore-arms, complete with a rugged beard.

His smell completely dominated the room, which smelled of sweat and male cum. Watching this man primally fuck my wife, I saw a rhythm. It was almost hypnotic, him sliding out slowly and pounding back deep into her. After taking one or two pictures as evidence, I just watched them go at it. Strangely, the more I watched, the less anger I felt about the situation.

The only real feeling I had was one of being… defeated? It was a strange feeling, but it almost felt right that this man that emitted pure masculinity was taking from a lesser man.

Wait, what? I hadn’t even realized how hard I was getting watching them. This will ruin my perfect marriage! He was tearing her in half, and for some reason my head was swimming, unable to think of what mattered. I couldn’t believe some men really were 12 inches long – I thought those were just stories people said jokingly!

He closed the air between them as his dick forced itself the entire way in. His lion-like roar signified that he was finished. She was filled. I sprinted off to the bathroom to hide, which was strange because it was my own house. I heard my bedroom door creak open, and heard booted footsteps make their way to the front door, and outside.

Snapping back to the present, I looked across the dinner table at my wife smiling at me.

“You know there’s a cheating clause in the pre-nup. You aren’t getting anything you whore.” I spat out at her.

“You should meet him, baby. He’s really a charming man. I think he can help you see things his way.”

“Like hell I will. You don’t even care what he’s done to our marriage. You don’t give a damn!” I was so furious, and she just continued to smile at me, as if she knew something I didn’t.

Pissed off at this point, I threw my hands up and walked out of the restaurant and went home.

Similar to yesterday, as I opened the door of my home, something seemed off. My house should be empty, and yet the door was unlocked, and the lights and TV were on. Taking one step into the house, I was immediately overcome by the smell.

It smelled just like yesterday. Like a construction manager or a wrestling coach, someone who worked hard and was in control. The smell relaxed me. While just a minute ago I was bracing for having to fight or call the cops, I now felt like I didn’t have to take the initiative. Like someone else would do it for me.

I stepped into the TV room and there he was. Calmly watching television with no shirt on again and his boots propped up on the couch. As I got closer, the smell was stronger and stronger. My head was swimming again. It didn’t feel right that I was so calm, but he smelled like the kind of person that takes control in situations. If he was relaxed, I should be too.

“Ahh, there you are Tim. Come on over and have a seat.” he said to me, patting the couch. That didn’t sound unreasonable, so I sat down on the couch next to him. Wasn’t there something I should be saying? No, because he hadn’t asked me to speak. I sat in silence and watched the television with him. He smiled and reached his arm around my back, gripping my far shoulder. He was so close to me now. I couldn’t think straight…

“Why don’t you take your shirt off, boy?” He suggested to me. It sounded like a normal suggestion, so I complied. “It’s pretty hot in here - nothing to worry about though, just men in here. Well, a man and a boy.” He said, chuckling as he eyed my bare chest, which had some definition but much less muscle mass, and not an inch of hair. I was weak and underweight.

“In fact, why don’t you take off all of your clothes? You’ve had a rough day.” I shrugged and shucked off my shoes and socks. Next I calmly removed my pants, casting them unfolded somewhere on the floor, immediately forgotten. Next, I pulled off my underwear, revealing my 5’’ dick.

“Good boy. Very good boy!” He said. “You are so good at doing what you are told.” I felt so warm and happy at these words. I truly had pleased the man, and for some reason that pleased me. “Sit down on the floor. You don’t want your naked butt on the couch, do you?” He made a very good point so I sat down in front of him.

From this position, I was getting a full blast of his masculine scent. Just inches from his clothed dick, the smell was taking over my mind. I had no thoughts for myself anymore, just a desire to please whatever was emitting the smell. It was just evolution. The fittest man must survive, and the other, weaker men should take care of all his needs. I looked up to see him smiling, towering over me and giving me that same knowing smile that my wife gave me at the restaurant. He picked up one of his dirty booted feet and pushed the sole into my chest.

“I’ve had a long day as well. Good thing I have a weaker man right here to serve me. Take off my boots and rub my feet, bitch.”

These words were ringing in my ears. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The smell was so compelling. I had to do as he said. He lightly lifted the boot off my chest, revealing a big, muddy footprint. It was then that I realized that I was nothing more than a floor. Any value I wanted to make for myself came from serving this man.

I immediately got to work, pulling the laces apart. Pulling firmly on the heel, I slid his boot off revealing his bare foot. Immediately my nose was assaulted. The smell in the room became so much more pungent. The enormous sweaty foot let off a smell you could almost see in the air, a smell so potent, so strong, so commanding…

The foot was extremely wide, so much that my fingers could barely touch each other when wrapped around his foot. It was no matter. He had already told me what would please him, and god I REALLY wanted to please him. I squeezed the middle of his calloused foot and slid my hands up and down the sides, squeezing various parts. He was not ticklish at all, so the wrinkles that I traced with my finger only felt good to him.

I heard a click of the remote as he changed his channel and realized that his attention was already elsewhere. It felt so humbling that I was spending all of my focus and effort on rubbing his feet, and yet he didn’t have to give it any attention to enjoy it. That was a good thing, I thought, as I rubbed each of my four fingers in between each of his five toes. After all, he was older and much more experienced. His time must be more valuable than mine.

“You’re pretty good at this, boy. Maybe you’re just trying to kid yourself at that office of yours - trying to play yourself off as a leader when you’re just a little submissive dog. Maybe your true calling in life is to serve real men.” His words sunk into my mind. “Serve real men… serve real men…” I heard the phrase over and over in my head until I found myself repeating it aloud.

Somewhere in the distance a door opened and shut. The sound of high heels came walking in to the room we were in, and an excited laugh was heard. The woman hopped over on the couch next to him and they shared an intimate kiss. I was too intoxicated to process what was going on, so I moved onto his other boot, taking it off and handling the foot inside.

They held a conversation, full of laughter and happiness, but I could not follow it. The mysterious man proceeded to make out with my wife. I would have asked him to stop, but I was too busy stretching his toes. I didn’t know him, but he did say he had a rough day and I knew that rubbing his feet would make him feel better. I was slightly brought out of my stupor when the man aimed a small kick at my face.

“Hey, this wife of yours says you have some pictures of her and me. Where are the pictures and what are they for? Speak.”

My head was swimming so much that I could barely form coherent sentences. However, he wanted information and my mind concentrated hard enough to produce that information quickly and concisely.

“On my cell phone. Three pictures. I was upset that she cheated on me, and our pre-nup has an infidelity clause. It specifies that if a spouse is caught cheating, they forfeit all assets in the divorce.”

He rubbed his bearded chin for a few seconds, then grinned and finally pulled his foot away. “Unlock your phone and give it to me.” I obediently pulled out my phone, traced the password, and handed it to him. He brought his foot back to me and shoved it in my face.

“We’re going take care of some business up here. I want you to show me how you kiss your wife. Whatever you do to her, do it to my foot.”

His command resonated inside me, becoming my own thoughts. I heard laughter in the distance and felt eyes on me, but it was no matter. I brought my lips to his foot and softly began to make out with it. So much warmth emanated from it, that I was beginning to get turned on. The toes curled around my forehead and slid into my hair as I passionately kissed the sole.

Above my head, I heard more talking and laughter and clicking of my cell phone. My tongue slid out and glided along the sole, picking up sweat and dirt that came off of his boots. The taste would have normally made me retch, but it felt so good grooming such a powerful man that it actually tasted good.

If I were sober, I would have realized how much I was giving up. While I was pre-occupied with his foot, they searched through my pictures until they found it - unmistakable evidence of my wife cheating on me with a complete stranger - pictures of him casually in my bed, thrusting into her, his juices flowing all over her body. A single picture would have been good enough for me to keep my bank account and house in a divorce.

Every picture was promptly deleted. Letting out cries of happiness, my wife cuddled up to the nameless man and they began to make out again. We all just sat there in the room, me making out with his foot while he made out with my wife. He placed his arm around her possessively, knowing that he had won. He looked down at me again with a smirk on his face.

“Show me how you fuck your wife.” He commanded as his other foot moved down to my dick. I closed my eyes and imagined my wife’s face and pussy pressed against me. I aggressively made love to her in my head, passionately rubbing my lips all over her while thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy.

However, my horny imagination slowly changed to a scene akin to what was really happening. He was sitting above me on his throne, a foot pressuring my dick. His toes were curled around the shaft and he gently slid back and forth. He smiles from above me as I pathetically hump his foot. God, this was much more arousing than fucking my wife. His other foot comes up to my face and I surrender my mouth to it, sucking on the big toe like it is a dick. He chuckles and utters a one-worded command.

“Cum.” I heard the word out loud and my mind jolted back to reality. Instantly spurts came out of me, drenching his foot. In the most incredible orgasm I’ve had, I could only lie there submissively, succumbing to his ministrations as his foot coaxed out every last drop of cum I had. He pulls his other foot out of my mouth and instantly I feel empty.

At this point I’m lying on the floor, breathing heavily, completely naked, and covered in sweat. He lifts his cum-covered foot until it is dripping over me, and plants it on my chest, next to the muddy boot print. We just remained there in that position, as a lion pins its conquered prey, or how a master sits dominantly over his slave. Finally, he picked up my white button-down off the floor and used it to wipe down his foot. Then he and my wife both left the room.

I couldn’t form much of a coherent thought, so I stayed on the floor in front of the couch. However, the smell began to fade from the room. I eventually became aware of the TV program. Next I became aware that I was lying on the floor in front of my own couch. The haze was beginning to lift from around me. Looking down, I noticed the two filthy footprints on my chest. What was going on? What did that man do to me?? My wife was in the room that whole time!

Oh my god, I had to get out of here! I sprinted over to the door, but found a heavy wooden chest blocking the door. I desperately pulled on it as hard as I could, but it would not budge. I suddenly regret not ever having gone to the gym. If I were as strong as that man, I could have gotten out. I could have gone to the police. I started banging on the door in hopes that someone outside would hear me.

As I cried pounding on the door, the haze began to creep back in. No! I cannot fall back in. I closed my eyes. Must concentrate, must concentrate, must…

“Well hello, little Timmy” Said an innocent voice behind me. Turning around, I saw the man as expected. However, there wasn’t a single piece clothing on him. And damn, he was beautiful. His thighs were similar to his arms: enormous, fat, muscled, and covered in hair. His soft 9’’ dick was like a python, moving freely as it swayed back and forth…

back and forth…

back and forth… I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“We’re ready for you. Come with me, won’t you? Walk.”

Like a dog, I followed slowly behind him with not a thought of my own. We soon came into the dining room. The room looked a bit different, as everything was pushed off to the side. However, there was a wooden chair right in the middle of the room. He led me to the chair and sat me down.

“Sit still. We just have to make you look like the little sweetie you are.” He pulled out a razor and shaved the small amounts of hair I had – a little patch on each armpit and a little stubble on my chin. My wife walked up with her purse full of makeup.

“Pucker your lips.” The man said. I obeyed and she began to apply deep red lip gloss. After that she brushed on some face powder and put on a light amount of mascara. I felt like such a sweetie. She left the room to get something, but only for a second.

I saw my wife pull out my video camera, complete with a tripod, and began to get more troubled. She set it up so it was facing my chair. My attention was suddenly diverted by the man as he lifted me up from the chair, took my place sitting there, and pulled me down so that I was sitting on his lap. He placed his hand on my chin and turned it so that I was looking at him. He said some words that I couldn’t quite follow. I saw his lips moving, but my conscious couldn’t process the words.

As he talked, the video camera suddenly disappeared from the room. Soon after, my wife vanished on the spot. I relaxed. It was ok - I was just seeing things. I was alone with him again.

His mouth moved some more and I suddenly remembered last night. I made love to my faithful, beautiful wife, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms after. I then had a horrible dream that she was being fucked by another man while I watched!

His mouth moved some more and I suddenly became aware of every inch of this man’s body. I knew I wasn’t gay, but I couldn’t help worshipping him with my eyes. It felt like slow motion. The drop of sweat going down his head brought my eyes to it. I wanted to lick that drop off so badly. His toes on his right foot wiggled and I heard them, my eyes immediately moving there.

His fingers lightly drummed along his thigh and my eyes shifted there instead. The fingers slowly moved up his thigh until they were drumming on something else. I was suddenly breathing very heavily. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen it, but this time I wanted his prick like nothing else.

“He’s ready. Start it.” He calmly spoke, but not to me. Start what? My silent question went unanswered as he again cupped my chin. His other hand went behind my head, holding it in place. My eyes went to his face, which was looming ever closer. His lips met mine. It felt incredible. While my lips were soft and covered in lipstick, his were firm and dominating, taking control of the kiss.

I only followed his lead. His mouth pried mine open, and his tongue slid into my mouth. Same as his lips, the tongue was strong. My tongue poked at it a few times, then surrendered the space. Every inch of this man was just pure masculinity! I sat there obediently passive as his tongue explored deep within my mouth.

After a while, he broke the kiss and planted his hands on my shoulders. I thought he would pull me in for another kiss, but he instead pressured me down, down to my knees, down between his legs - down to his manhood.

“I see the way you eye my cock, little Tim. If you really want it more than that wife of yours, then get it hard for me. Suck on it for me.”

There was nothing in my life that I wanted to do more. I quickly showed my obedience, opening my mouth and encasing the dick. I only managed to make it 3 or 4 inches in before gagging. Frustrated, I reached my hands around him and gripped his hips, determined to pull myself deeper onto it.

At this he grabbed both of my wrists. “No no no, boy. I get the reins.” He stood up, my wrists still in his hands, and walked around me, so that I was kneeling in front of him with my back against the seat of the chair. He delicately slid his dick back into my waiting mouth. This time, however, he kept going. Planting each of my wrists on the seat of the chair behind my head, he made me helpless to stop him as he slid in.

Inch after inch came. I couldn’t breathe at some point, and began to panic, but he did not relent. Finally, my mouth hit his base, and I knew that all 12 inches were inside me. He was leaning over me at this point, keeping himself balanced with his hands that were still wrapped around my wrists.

He began to undulate, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. It felt so strange and slightly painful, but I couldn’t stop it. With my hands restrained behind my head and my head impaled, I was under his complete control. This man could kill me by suffocation right now and he wouldn’t even strain himself. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see; his stomach fat was covering my eyes and forehead.

As quickly as it started, he began to pull out. Right before the tip popped out, a small amount of pre shot onto my tongue - a memento of our experience. I let out a little whimper to show that I wanted more of him. He laughed.

“Well Timothy Banks,” He said, making sure to get my full name for the record. “I think you might be gay. Do you agree?” He leaned in closer.

I closed my eyes. All my life I had fucked women, from high school to now, in my early 30s. I had never even experimented with men before. And yet, I had never been so horny in my life, not even from sex, but just from servicing a man. It felt so good just to give myself up, succumb to the power of a dominating man.

I opened my eyes wide and looked deeply into his eyes. The influence he had on me right there shattered any conscious thought or inhibition I might have. I would jump off a bridge if this man told me to. Slowly I nodded my head in answer to his question.

“Say it. I need to hear you say it out loud.” He quietly commanded me.

“I’m gay.” It felt like a stranger were saying it, but the words definitely came from my lips. What was more surprising were the foreign words that came next.

“I’m gay! All my life I have been gay. My stupid fucking wife can try all she wants, but she could NEVER bring me the happiness that you do.”

He chuckled malevolently and sifted his fingers through my hair. “Heh… Tell me about your wife, boy. Go on…”

“Her name is Jessica Banks. Jessica Thoss before she married me. She’s 5 feet 8 inches tall and is 34 years old. She got her degree in elementary education, but that bitch doesn’t even have a job. She loves seeing comedies at the theater, and caramel ice cream, and moonlight path scent. She keeps her pussy well-shaved. She has size C breasts. She tries to give me head sometimes or throw herself on me, but she can never give me what I really want.”

He leaned in until our foreheads were touching. All I could see were his wide, green eyes. Taking up all of my vision, they began to glow green right in the center. Brighter and brighter… soon all I could see was green. He spoke softly and slowly, but his rumbling voice was all I could hear.

“Tell me what you really want.”

I closed my eyes and remembered my dream yesterday with him on my bed, fucking a woman. That couldn’t have been my wife, right? She was faithful. Thinking more about the scene, I began to realize that I was the one on bottom. I was taking his 12 inches. I was the one he had his sweet release into. I was the one cheating on my spouse.

“I want… your dick. I want it deep inside me. I want to bring you pleasure…” I gasped out. “I want your juices pumped into me. Please sir. Please give it to me.”

With that, he forcefully pushed me onto my stomach on the floor. Could he really be doing it?? My question was answered immediately as he crawled on top of me. I felt so overpowered. I weighed about 130, and he weighed almost twice that. I was his puppet, his plaything. His bitch.

His chest and stomach quickly arced over my back. His legs on top of mine, his head over my shoulder, his body overheating mine. My body was soon covered in sweat, both mine and his sweat. He wasted no time. His dick slid around my rear cheeks until it found its target. Inching deeper within me, I gasped as I could feel every inch of him.

Sliding deeper, it started to hurt, but even more it started to feel good. I knew I would take it all for Jack. For the last couple inches, he suddenly humped me. Oh god, it felt so good. Touching places inside me never explored before. It felt like the inside of me was made to be taken by Jack – it had never felt so good before. Then he did it again. Oh my god, it felt like a key in a hole, a hole that had been empty for too long. And again. And again. Quickly picking up pace, Jack took me, a straight man, and fucked me.

I remembered the hypnotic rhythm from my dreams. I tried to follow along, but he pushed my face and stomach into the hardwood floor. Once again, I had no control. I was just putty in his hands, my entire body created just for him to fuck. He leaned in until I could hear his whisper.

“Come now, don’t be shy. Let daddy Jack know how you feel.”

A dam burst in my head. I had to tell him how I felt.

Jack smirked. I felt his member twitch a couple times, then shoot deep into me as he made one final thrust all the way. Juices flowed all over my insides, splitting me. Changing me. I felt like a portion of Jack was simply part of me now. After what felt like an eternity, the juices all settled. The air was silent, neither of us wanting to break this cathartic ritual. Finally, Jack pulled out. He rubbed his dirty, wet dick all over my back and stood up. Jack began to walk away, but stopped for a quick second, though, standing right in front of my face.

“She’s mine now, boy. Give me that wedding ring. Put it on my foot.” I took my $10,000 ring off, and brought it over to Jack’s foot. I didn’t even have to think, the obedience just came naturally. Although toes were usually smaller than fingers, my ring only fit on the smallest of Jack’s thick, meaty toes. I put it on that one, a snug fit, and slunk back onto my stomach. Jack left the room as I passed out.

6 months later

I got home from work and walked in the door. It was about 7 am. I hurried into the kitchen and got out some bacon, eggs, sausages, and hash browns onto a frying pan on the stove. Master Jack would wake up at any moment!

It’s an interesting story how I got this opportunity. So the divorce had settled relatively quickly. Jessica was actually the one that initiated the divorce. It turns out she had some evidence of me cheating. Oh well. I was actually really upset at the time, since my entire 6-figure bank account and my house were awarded to her. I went to see Jack and demand he tell the truth, but after some words with him I realized I was just overreacting.

Not long after the divorce, Jack moved in with Jessica. They invited me over for a housewarming dinner. Normally I’d have told them to fuck off, but it was Jack that asked me and I didn’t really blame him for the divorce situation at all.

He had me bring over a couple pizzas, which I did. They ate the pizzas while I ate a bowl of dog food. It didn’t taste very good, but Jack said it took him a while to pour it, and I didn’t want to offend him. The table only sat two people, so I just ate it while sitting on the floor.

After dinner, Jessica went upstairs while Jack and I sat on the couch. I had a feeling of déjà vu as his arm slid behind my back and his hand rested on my far shoulder again. He said he’d wanted to speak to me for a long time. He had no idea that owning a house was so much work, and he was starting to get swamped with things to do.

Jack suggested that I work for him full-time as a servant. I would just be doing things that he and his girlfriend couldn’t be bothered to do. Things like mowing the lawn, cooking meals, wiping his boots clean after he got home from construction, acting as a footrest for him while he watched TV, licking his and his girlfriend’s thighs clean after they finished their intercourse.

“You know, just about anything that pops into my head that I don’t feel like doing.

I’ll need most of my assistance during the day, so you’ll have to quit that silly little manager job and get a night-job to pay your rent. That is, if you’re going to live in the servants’ quarters in this house.”

I was going to discuss my pay, but that didn’t seem important now. Rather, I shook his hand and asked where the tax forms were and when I could start.

“Don’t worry about the paperwork, Tim.” He said with a smirk. His hand lifted from my shoulder and I felt it on the back of my head. I could hear a zipper somewhere in the distance, but I couldn’t focus on anything but his eyes and his alpha smell.

“And you can start right now.”

His fingers sifted lightly through my hair for a few seconds, then tightened as he guided my head down to his lap, where his enormous prick awaited service. I submissively opened my mouth, letting it all slide in. Again I had to stretch my lips to let the sheer girth of it all in, and it seemed like it would never end.

Inch after inch of his hard cock slid into my mouth until I couldn’t breathe. I knew that he wouldn’t let me suffocate, though, so I let it happen. Finally my lips hit the base of his shaft, the tip smoothly massaging my throat. Remembering what happened last time, I kept my hands behind my back and let his hands guide my head.

“Thaaaaaaat’s right…”

There was no sucking to be done. His fingers guided my head, pulling it up and down…

up and down…

up and down… it seemed to last forever. Finally, his cock began to twitch and he let me move my own head up and down while he lifted his hands behind his own head.

Pulse after pulse flowed down my throat. My stomach was bloating from everything I swallowed. It didn’t matter. This was my servant’s test and I wanted to pass with flying colors. It felt so right to have his seed sitting in my stomach. After his breaths slowed down, he finally pulled his cock back out. As each inch left me, I felt more empty and saddened. Finally the tip popped out and I set to work, licking clean his dick, his balls, his thighs, and licking up a bit that had fallen on the floor.

“Good boy. Now go clean up dinner and call your former boss. You’re mine now.”

“Yes Jack.” I responded.

“Yes Master.” he corrected me.

“Yes Master.” I said, and he let off a deep, rumbling chuckle. I made a lowly bow before leaving the room.

Master never did fuck me again. It turns out he wasn’t into men as much as women, as he told me, but that was no problem. Just masturbating while thinking about my new position and how I could please him all day felt so much better than any sex I ever had with my now ex-wife. Besides, I was indebted to him for letting me swallow his cum.

My ex-wife was much happier. She now had a real man in her life that could please her. She had much more money and had to work less. I too was happy. I found a real man in my life. One to teach me my place in the world, and that place was below the feet of real men. I was a slave and I loved it. Most importantly, however, I was happy because Master was happy.

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Chuuya walks through her front door, sees Dazai in a maid's outfit, and almost walks back out.

She's too fucking tired for whatever it is Dazai is planning, but she's also too fucking tired to pretend that Dazai, dressed demurely with her gaze lowered and her full mouth curved in a hint of a smile, is anything other than insanely attractive. Her long hair is even swept into a soft chignon bun, and she dips into a curtsy that makes Chuuya's nipples tighten just from the sight. Chuuya doesn't say a word, though, just kicks off her shoes and hangs up her coat and hat as Dazai keeps her skirts spread and her head lowered.

"Welcome home, mistress."

"What the fuck do you want, Dazai?"

Alright, so her attempt at stonewalling didn't exactly last long, but it's the principle of the matter. The convoluted rules that guide their relationship have been broken ineffable way Chuuya can't put a finger on, which only pisses her off more. The rules weren't even Chuuya's idea; they'd been Dazai's, presumably to...to...to, well, to achieve something, but fuck if Chuuya knows what. Dazai can walk through filth and come out smelling like roses, so it's not like she needs rules, and Chuuya will just flatten anyone who opposes her.

But Dazai's here, and dressed up like every stupid, childish fantasy that Chuuya's ever had, as though she'd go down to her knees and eat Chuuya out if Chuuya said the word, and Chuuya doesn't know what to do.

"I'm here to serve," Dazai says softly, lashes fluttering.

"What's the catch?" Chuuya pushes past her, and goes to collapse on the couch. She's had a fucking long day, full of paperwork and meetings and blood on her hands—not of her enemies, but of her subordinates, and that's the kind of blood that actually hurts. They trust her, and Chuuya has always done everything she could to make that trust worth it. She rubs at her forehead. Sometimes, she thinks these games she and Dazai play are always a loss for her, no matter how many orgasms she gets out of it. This is just another war for Dazai to win, another—fuck. Chuuya doesn't know what. She's cranky and exhausted and upset, damn it. "Go away."

"I don't know how else to help."

Chuuya's eyes fly open and she stares at the ceiling, heart in her throat. "Who are you, and what have you done with Dazai?" she jokes weakly after a too-long silence. They're not this. They've never been this.

Except—except Dazai's slept here an awful lot. Except Chuuya buys Dazai sake and always keeps crab in the house. Except Dazai always handles their dry cleaning. Except Chuuya would move heaven and earth to protect this strange little world they've found themselves in, where sometimes they go on missions together and other days they go out to dinner together, where they're always tangled up together more than Chuuya realizes. She doesn't even regret it, these days.

Except. There are a lot of exceptions, it seems.

Chuuya turns her face towards Dazai as she curtsies again, deeper this time, and Chuuya swallows down a sound of wanting. "I don't know how else to help," Dazai repeats evenly. "So I thought that using me as you please might at least help you sleep tonight."

"You think it's really that simple?"

"Of course not," Dazai says, and there she is, the Dazai that Chuuya knows so well, rolling her eyes like Chuuya's said something unbearably stupid. "But do you have a better idea?"

She doesn't. Damn it. Dazai's mouth twitches with a shit-eating grin and Chuuya sticks out her hand and growls, "Then fucking come here, you garbage fire."

Dazai straddles her in a heartbeat. Chuuya watches as she pulls out pin after pin from her hair, until that stupidly long, dark hair is curling around her shoulders and chest, framing her breasts perfectly. Chuuya's control snaps, and she drags Dazai down for a kiss before either of them can think. Dazai opens her mouth instantly, and everything is hot and slick and sharp, tongue and teeth, demanding and hungry. Chuuya pushes up Dazai's skirt, callused fingers running up the smooth silk of her stockings to the garter holding them up.

By the time she reaches Dazai's ass, however, she realizes that Dazai is not wearing any actually underwear at all. There's nothing here but silk, skirts, and smooth skin.

"Fuck," Chuuya says.

Dazai smirks. "Later, mistress," she purrs. "First, I want to make you feel good. May I?"

"What did you have in mind?" Chuuya asks, but Dazai's already unbuttoning Chuuya's vest and shirt and pushing them aside to bare her chest. Luckily, Chuuya's wearing a front-closure bra today, in part because Dazai's the most useless woman on the planet and literally cannot unhook Chuuya's bras during sex, at all, ever. As a result, Chuuya's gradually invested in bras easier to remove; the investment is made completely and utterly worth it when Dazai slides apart the clasp between Chuuya's breasts in an instant and pushes it out of the way.

Then her mouth is hot and soft on Chuuya's nipple, and Chuuya shudders. She's getting wet.

She moans, back arching as Dazai tugs lightly at the bars that pierce Chuuya's nipples. A moment later, her teeth put just enough pressure on the bar that Chuuya gasps, arching again. Her breasts already ache for more contact. She buries her hands in Dazai's hair, riding the sensations as Dazai torments her until her nipples throb with sensitivity.

"Fuck," she groans, and Dazai squirms against her in answer. Chuuya wants to chase that movement, see if Dazai's already wet too, but she's distracted when Dazai bites down in earnest. Chuuya yelps, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Dazai pushes her skirt out of the way and goes right for the button of Chuuya's pants even as she soothes away the sting of her bite. "That's right, you better," Chuuya mutters, as though that'll do anything. Dazai's smile is quicksilver against her skin, but then she stands up, and the cold air makes Chuuya's skin prickle. Because Dazai's evil, she blows over Chuuya's spit-slick nipples and Chuuya curses while she shudders again.

Just as Chuuya's about to make an annoyed comment, Dazai's settling elegantly between her thighs, lashes brushing her cheeks, hair sliding over her shoulder. "Can I eat you out, mistress?" she murmurs. "I want to taste you so badly. I've been thinking about it since I put this dress on, whether you'd let me serve you."

Fuck. What the hell is Chuuya supposed to say to that except yes? She pushes her pants and underwear down out of the way, and Dazai's hands slide up her thighs, further exposing her. Just the sight of Dazai greedily staring at her makes Chuuya want more sensation, and she tweaks her own nipples, letting the pleasure roll through her.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Chuuya purrs. "I thought you were going to be all about pleasing me today."

Dazai glances at her, a lazy half-smile on her face, and then she's got her hands on Chuuya's ass and her tongue buried inside her.

Chuuya's thighs tighten on either side of Dazai's head and she groans—somewhere along the line, this has changed too. Dazai knows how to set every nerve alight, and it's not going to take anything at all for Chuuya to actually come. She's been on edge all day, and the tension of work is morphing into the tension of desire. As Dazai's fingers dig into her ass, keeping her at just the perfect angle for Dazai to work, Chuuya tugs at her own nipples again. She's wet as much from Dazai's mouth as her own need.

The pleasure builds, hard and fast, as Dazai presses her tongue deep inside Chuuya, tasting her every bit as eagerly as she'd desire, but it's still not enough. Chuuya needs Dazai's mouth on her clit, and she needs it now. "I know you know what I need. Give it to me," Chuuya snarls, tugging on Dazai's hair. "And don't give me any—" Chuuya gasps, toes curling as Dazai hums. "Dazai," Chuuya snaps, insistent, but moans when Dazai's tongue slides out of her and glides across her folds. "Dazai, make me come."

Dazai smiles for an instant, and then her tongue flicks over Chuuya's clit.

It's glorious.

Chuuya keeps Dazai's face right there, doesn't even give her a chance to breathe as she begins a hard, fast rhythm that they both know will make Chuuya come. It's everything Chuuya didn't know she wanted, muscles quivering, nipples aching, toes curling as she hovers on the edge. Then Dazai slides two fingers inside her while her tongue flicks perfectly against Chuuya's clit and that's it.

She comes hard, squirming against Dazai's tongue and fingers until she's satisfied and collapses against the couch to try and catch her breath. Dazai strokes her thighs while Chuuya pinches her own nipples a few more times so sharp, sweet aftershocks roll through her. "Gods," she sighs finally. "Yes."

Dazai's slick from nose to chin but looks satisfied as she licks her lips and then dabs the rest of it away with a fucking handkerchief, and somehow it's the most sensual thing so far. "What the hell," Chuuya says mildly. "How are you like this?"

"Like what?" Dazai asks. She smiles innocently. "Mistress."

"Holy fuck just go—go to the bedroom, gods." Chuuya gets to her feet somehow, discards what little clothing she's still wearing in a heap next to her panties and pants, and then heads to the kitchen to drink a glass of water and try to get her head screwed on right. It doesn't work, but it's a good faith effort nevertheless, and at least Dazai had listened to her rather than staying in the living room to judge her. She wriggles her bare toes against the tile of the kitchen, considering her next move, but really, the conclusion is foregone.

Chuuya's going to strip Dazai out of that fucking perfect, awful, delicious costume, and she's going to make sure they both go to bed very, very satisfied. She considers that for a moment, and then amends it. The stockings and garters can stay because Chuuya is nothing if not a red-blooded woman, and just the thought of Dazai, spread out and panting on their sheets with that smooth, dark silk clinging to her thighs—well. Chuuya hastens to the bedroom.

She finds Dazai kneeling at the foot of the bed, and there's something that might even be concern over Chuuya that flashes in her eyes for a split second before it clears. Chuuya doesn't mention it, just strides across the intervening space and kisses Dazai like it's the last thing she'll ever do. Dazai goes boneless in response, allowing Chuuya to ruin her, welcoming that ruination, because it's Chuuya, and somehow they've fallen in trust with each other, which is more alluring than love could ever be.

"Thank you," Chuuya growls against her mouth.

"You're welcome," Dazai breathes back, neutral and stripped of artifice, and Chuuya has to rest their foreheads together for just a moment.

Then Chuuya inhales and says with a grin, "Now, let's get you out of that dress."

Getting Dazai out of that dress is a process. It involves removing the apron and unbuttoning her cuffs and undoing the zipper and a hundred other little steps that Chuuya performs with the kind of reverence and passion she knows terrifies Dazai just a little, even now. She leaves it on the floor, and admires the black lace bra Dazai's wearing, which matches the garter and stockings. As Chuuya had felt earlier, there are absolutely no panties in sight, and she promptly gets Dazai into bed and spreads her thighs.

She's soaked, and Chuuya's mouth twitches with a vicious smile. "Good to see how much you enjoyed serving me," she purrs. "I think you should keep at it. Let's see...what shall you do for me..." She pretends to consider it for a moment before saying, "Ah! I know just the thing! I want you to keep eating me out until I'm satisfied, while you enjoy this." She goes to their toys and pulls out one of their slimmer vibrators. Dazai groans when she sees it. She loves and hates this particular toy, because it's got some of the best vibrations, but it never makes her feel as full as she craves.

Chuuya beams. "Hey, it could be worse. I could leave you completely empty, and we both know how much you 'enjoy' that. Oh, wait." She pulls out her favorite vibrator after a moment of consideration and adds, "I want to come a lot. You might need some help with that." She tosses both on the bed, alongside some lube, and then prowls to Dazai, looming over her. Dazai looks charmingly flushed, hair sticking to the back of her neck. It makes her look very human; the quiet light in her eyes more so.

It's a good look. Chuuya is stupidly set on making sure it's around until she dies. After all, though Dazai's happiness is a hard fought war, Chuuya's no stranger to a fight, and besides—Dazai's happiness is Chuuya's happiness, and Chuuya is selfish about her own happiness. Always has been, always will be.

Shaking off her reverie, she kisses Dazai once, long and sweet, and then again, deep and filthy, and the game is back on.

In revenge for Dazai's earlier attentions, she spends several moments leaving bruises on Dazai's ridiculously amazing breasts. They're full and soft and fit perfectly into Chuuya's hands, which is all the more reason for her to grab them. Only when Dazai's shuddering does Chuuya relent and spread Dazai's thighs again, slicking up the vibrator and sliding it inside her. She groans, and tightens around it. "Unfair," she breathes hazily.

"It's about to be," Chuuya agrees, and turns it on just high enough for Dazai to feel it without a hint of relief. "Suffice to say you're not allowed to come until I've had my fill. Better be good." She slaps Dazai's ass lightly and laughs when her back bows, clenching around the toy again and panting.

Pleased, Chuuya settles on her back, legs spread and a smug smile on her face. "Hurry up," she sing-songs in a poor imitation of Dazai's mocking voice. "My clit isn't going to rub itself."

"Your fingers could," Dazai mutters under her breath, but the eager way she settles between Chuuya's thigh belies her words. She fiddles with the vibrator before closing her thighs to makes sure that she'll be able to keep it inside her while she works. "Chuuya's wet too. Chuuya's enjoying this, using her partner so shamelessly."

"You're damn right I am," Chuuya laughs. "Having you serve me at my whim? You're lucky you're getting anything at all tonight. Just think about it. I could make you get me off until I can't fucking come anymore, with that toy in you the whole time, giving you almost enough of what you really crave, and then I could say that I'm done, and tell you you're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission." Dazai's composure looks decidedly ruffled at the thought, nipples taut from arousal. "I wonder how long you'd last before you forgot everything else and just begged, begged, begged me to let you come. Maybe at that point I'd just fuck you with our biggest cock until you came, without even a touch on your clit. How's that for using you shamelessly?"

Dazai hips keep twitching and Chuuya wants to know how wet she is right now, how much that idea appeals to her. Chuuya's never tried refusing to let her come for days, but she tucks that idea away for later. "Maybe next time," she says dismissively, and Dazai's hips jerk tellingly. "For now, I want to come."

It's like that was all Dazai was waiting for. Her mouth is on Chuuya in a heartbeat, once more pulling out every trick she knows to get Chuuya to come hard and fast. It works, too—Chuuya's clenching around her tongue in no time at all, feeling slick and dirty in all the best ways. Dazai works two fingers inside her as she keeps going, and Chuuya has to put her forearm over her eyes, gritting her teeth at how sensitive she is, but also how good she feels, while her other hand teases her nipples. Dazai's fingers curl against her g-spot and her tongue strokes Chuuya's clit like she's getting paid for it. Chuuya can't hold on, wouldn't want to, and snarls Dazai's name.

This time, though, she's too damn sensitive and pushes Dazai's mouth away so she can breath for just a moment. Dazai's eyes are dark and unfocused as she keeps thrusting her fingers lazily, cheek pillowed on Chuuya's inner thigh. "Chuuya," she whines, hips twitching. "Please..."

"I'm not satisfied yet," Chuuya reminds, just the right edge of sharp to make Dazai quiver. "I want to come again. Get the vibrator, baby girl, and fuck me."

Dazai doesn't just quiver this time; her whole body vibrates like a plucked string, eyes huge and black and hungry. "Yes, mistress."

Chuuya misses Dazai's fingers when they're pulled out, but Dazai's back in a second with the vibrator and slides three fingers in this time, turning the vibrator up several setting before pressing it against Chuuya's clit. Chuuya yelps. She's so much more sensitive than she expected, but also so much fucking closer. Dazai, obedient and perfect, mouth softly kissing Chuuya's thighs, dark hair spilling across both their bodies, moving the vibrator in little circular movements just like Chuuya adores—she bites her lip. It's so good, so sweet, it's almost too much to bear. She'd rather die than push Dazai away though, especially when Dazai's lashes brush her skin, and she looks like a woman in prayer.

It's so ridiculous that Chuuya could cry.

Since that would be unbearable, she comes instead with a desperate noise, but never fully drops away from the edge, toes curling and head thrown back and mind perfectly, beautifully blank as she comes again almost immediately, riding out the pleasure until she's pushing the vibrator away gasping, "Enough, enough, enough, fuck, baby girl." She sags against the sheets, trying to catch her breath, but Dazai's hungry mouth comes back, licking at her softly just to taste her. The aftershocks roll through Chuuya almost as sharply as an actual orgasm and she throws her arm over her face again, breathing heavily.

The pleasure—fuck. Fuck—she—it's—she's completely and totally relaxed, and she luxuriates for a long moment in being spoiled rotten, in Dazai being the one to spoil her for no other reason than Chuuya commanded it to be so. She could get horribly used to that kind of power.

For now, though, she will be magnanimous and return the favor.

Dazai looks wrecked. She hasn't touched herself, but she can't stop shifting impatiently, and the second she realizes Chuuya's aware again, she whimpers. She's desperate enough that it's real, too, and she nuzzles Chuuya's inner thigh, hot breath making Chuuya's skin spark with aftershocks. "Please, Chuuya," she rasps. "I'm—I'm so close, please, mistress."

"Of course I'll take care of you, baby girl," Chuuya soothes instantly. "Come here, into my lap, legs spread." She makes sure that Dazai is arranged with her thighs outside of Chuuya's, and Chuuya blatantly uses the position to force Dazai's thighs even wider. She catches the vibrator before it slips out, though, and presses it nice and deep inside Dazai. She gasps, head falling back against Chuuya's shoulder, back arched, hips rolling. "I know it's not quite as big as you like, you fucking size queen, but I bet this will more than make up for it." She maxes out the vibrator, fucking Dazai with it, and presses two fingers into Dazai's mouth to choke on.

Dazai moans like she's losing her mind, drooling as she meets every one of Chuuya's thrusts. She's scrabbling to hold onto Chuuya in a matter of moments, chest heaving as she fights for breath, so wet she's dripping onto Chuuya's hand, slick down her inner thighs. It's everything Chuuya could have wanted and more. Dazai starts begging wordlessly, eyes unfocused, but it's not until Dazai's all but crying that Chuuya presses the vibrator in deep again, keeping it there with the palm of her hand so she can rub at Dazai's clit with her thumb.

Thrashing, Dazai comes, and comes again when Chuuya pulls her fingers free and lets her breathe. She collapses back against Chuuya, whimpering weakly and pawing at Chuuya until Chuuya pulls out the vibrator and lets her shiver through the fading pleasure. Satisfied, Chuuya brushes Dazai's hair out of her face and kisses her slowly, easing them both down into a tangled heap on the bed.

"Good girl," Chuuya whispers, thumb brushing Dazai's nipple. She shivers, blinking a few times, and then leans in to brush her mouth against Chuuya's, earning herself another, even deeper, "Sweet baby girl."

She's still drunk on pleasure, though, and nuzzles Chuuya. It takes a few moments for her brain to engage enough to ask, "So I made the right decision, mistress?" It's spoken teasingly, but Dazai permits Chuuya to see that it's a genuine question.

Chuuya thinks of paperwork, of meetings, of blood on her hands. She thinks about sleeping that night, about the way Dazai's curled up against her, and the way she'd murmured 'mistress' in the perfect blend of smug and sweet. It's enough to make Chuuya lean in again to kiss her, because she doesn't quite trust her voice yet.

When she pulls away, Dazai's eyes are still closed. Chuuya takes the moment to run a fingertip across Dazai's collarbones and down her breasts, an idle, comforting touch. "Yes," she says finally. "You did. Thank you."

Dazai smiles.


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Re: Learning The Ropes [message #71 is a reply to message #70] Sat, 21 July 2012 23:12
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(Warning--Jeff and Dianne steam and spice alert!)

Wednesday, February 29, 2068, 8 a.m. Mt. Sinai Hospital, NYC

"Dianne?" Jeff's voice was sandpapery and quiet, but caught his wife's attention right away.

"Yes, love?"

"Am I going to be able to walk again?"

Dianne smiled. "Yes."

Jeff closed his eyes. "You're sure?"

"Absolutely. It will take a while. Your long bones have got to heal and your foot especially will take some therapy. But you'll walk again. Even dance."

"I-I'm worried about this vertebra that they're going to fuse. I'm worried I'll be... paralyzed."

Dianne stroked his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes again to see her concerned look. Then she glanced around to see if anyone was listening and got close to his face.

"Jeff. Everything I saw in my scans on Thunderbird Seven, and all the imaging they've let me see here in the hospital, show me that the fractures are not deep ones. They don't affect your spinal cord at all and they won't, either. The only reason they're doing this surgically is to ensure that the breaks don't get worse. Once that is done, the rest of the surgeries will be easier to deal with. Please don't worry about it. For once, I'm not concerned. If there was trouble they would have taken you into surgery last night instead of waiting until this morning." She reached over and pinched his right knee.

"Ouch!" he said, frowning.

"Hey! You felt that!" she said, a facetious tone to her voice. "And you're going to continue to feel it. I know it."

"Okay. I'll take your word for it. It's just that the thought of being paralyzed, of not being able to be a proper husband to you, well... it scares me."

"You, not be a proper husband to me? Will never happen. Jefferson Tracy, you know damned well that sex does not a marriage make," Dianne said seriously. "Besides," she added slyly, "there are other ways of pleasuring me that have nothing to do with the lower part of your anatomy."

"I know." Now Jeff was smiling, as much as his bruised face would allow. "Hey, what do you say to climbing in here with me and...."

Dianne laughed aloud. "Jeff Tracy, you are incorrigible!"

"Well, a sick room bed is where we first made love. Remember?"

"As if I could ever forget."

"Neither could I."

And he couldn't. He had come to her in the sick room, sore and stiff the day after an afternoon of playing football on the beach with his sons. It wasn't often that he got physical like that with his boys, and he had an ulterior motive: he was trying to reach out to Dianne's two sons by teaching them the game. He was disappointed that they didn't seem to be interested, but he still had a good time with Scott, Virgil, Gordon and Alan.

"You overdid, Mr. Tracy, that's all. You're all tensed up and those tensed muscles are hurting," Dianne said, bustling around in the infirmary. "I think that easing up those muscles is called for."

Jeff made a small moan as he tried to put his shirt back on. "I suppose I'll go soak in my Jacuzzi for a while."

Dianne came around in front of him and looked him in the eye. "No, I don't think the Jacuzzi will be enough. Maybe after I treat you, the Jacuzzi will help. What you need right now is a therapeutic massage."

Jeff's eyebrows rose. "A... massage?"

"Yes. A deep tissue massage. I'm very skilled at it," she said, her manner brisk as she got out a couple of tubes. Jeff looked at them askance.

"What are those?" he asked.

"Creams for lubricating my hands. The massage doesn't feel good without them." She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I haven't picked out anything with a frou-frou fragrance. Just a nice spicy smell." She opened the tube and waved it under his nose. "See?"

"Okay. If you think this will help...."

"Believe me, Mr. Tracy. You'll feel so much better when I'm through with the massage. Now, I'll just go back here so you can strip down to your skivvies and lay face down on the diagnostic bed."

"Yes, of course, strip. Down to whatever you wear to cover your privates. Your leg muscles are just as sore, aren't they?"

"All right," he said reluctantly as she went behind the portable divider that shielded him from her gaze and from anyone peering in from the hallway. Not that it was a real problem; the door to the infirmary was closed.

"Let me know when you're ready."

Jeff took off his clothing, all but his boxers, feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole proceedings. Here he was, nearly naked, alone with a beautiful woman who was going to give him a massage. A beautiful woman who said she was in love with him. He hoped he could control himself, because ever since they had spoken in the games room, it had been increasingly difficult to look at her as just a doctor. He had begun to realize that she *was* a beautiful woman. And more importantly, that she mattered to him, that she had mattered to him from the beginning. Her anger following her discovery that the Tracy family was International Rescue had bothered him, had hurt him. Her admission of attraction to him made him feel good, very good. She meant something to him. She was special.

Why? Why does she mean so much to me? It's not like I'm in love with her... am I?

Jeff took a deep breath, and followed her instructions.

"I'm ready, Doctor."

"Okay. I'm coming."

He could hear the rustling of the divider as she stepped behind it. Jeff could hear her rubbing the cream all over her hands and could smell the spicy scent, not at all feminine, but very soothing and invigorating at the same time.

"Put your head on your right arm while I do your left."

Jeff did as he was told. With his head turned towards the left, he watched as she started with his upper arms near the shoulder and massaged and kneaded his arm all the way down to the wrist. Her warm hands were strong and her thumbs reduced particularly tense muscles to relaxed ones. She massaged his hands and rubbed his fingers, one by one. When she was done, his arm felt heavy, but pain-free.

"Now for the right arm."

Dianne swapped sides and did the same to his right arm. It took longer, as he was right-handed and his hand was particularly tense. But she finally finished. His arms felt so good.

"Now, your head on both arms and I'll do your neck."

The bed was lowered, and he could feel her body brush up against him as she kneaded his neck His head drooped, and his eyelids, too, as the tension and pain ebbed away under her ministrations.

"You still with me, Mr. Tracy?"

"Mm-hmmm."

"Good. I'm going to do your shoulders next."

This time it wasn't the strong fingers as much as it was the palms and heels of her hands that created the deep relaxing of the muscles in his shoulders. She brushed up against him again and again as she worked, then swapped sides to do the same to his right shoulder. He was nearly asleep when she announced, "Now for your ribs."

Jeff could feel her get a knee up on the bed so she could reach both sides at once. He began to feel a warmth in his loins, one that he had felt infrequently during his 20 or more years of celibacy, a warmth that usually meant an exertion of will over his body or perhaps an embarrassing trip to his private bathroom to deal with the consequences. He tried to stay relaxed, tried to relax that member of his body that was beginning to tense and stiffen.

Her hands moved down his body from under his arms towards his buttocks and stopped just at his hips. The strong movements relaxed his sides even as he felt stimulated elsewhere. Then, without warning this time, Dianne began to massage his mid and lower back. The palms and heels came into play again, and she pulled his boxers down a fraction to finish the job, pulling the waistband back up when she was done. Part of him wanted her to continue pulling them down, but the rational part of him was glad she had stopped.

"Now for your legs and feet. Please turn over."

Turn over? She wants me to turn over? Ohmigod, she's going to see just how... stimulated I am!

So? She's probably seen it countless times. Turn over already!

Jeff gulped as he turned over. He could plainly see what was happening to his boxer shorts in front and he began to think frantically about how he could stop it. She brought him a pillow while he turned and he hoped she didn't notice what was so unnerving to him. Dianne said nothing as she made her way down to his feet and began to rub and knead them as she had his hands. She did each foot, then moved up to the ankles and then to the calves, her back turned to him as she massaged each one. Jeff squeezed his eyes shut trying to ignore the fact that his leg lay on her thigh as she worked, trying to control his one unruly and stubborn organ. But he knew he was in a losing battle. Especially the first moment that her hand brushed his thigh.

Can I control this? Can I get into a cold shower directly from here? God, she is so close! Just a little further and I won't be able....

He sat up suddenly and grabbed her wrist.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" he croaked hoarsely.

She moved closer, lifted her brown eyes to his intense blue ones, and said, "Yes. Ah know."

He swallowed convulsively. Then he reached for her shirt and undid the top button.

Jeff never did remember how he divested himself of his underwear. But later he would remember the scent of her skin, and the smoothness of it as he kissed it roughly. He would remember the texture of her hair as he ran his hands through it, and the touch of her lips on his and on his face and on his neck. He would remember her arms around him, exploring him, the cries of pleasure that issued from a throat other than his. He would remember the taste of her sweat as she clung to him, willing him, coaxing him to go faster, deeper, harder. But right then and there all he could think of was himself and his need and his own ecstatic, explosive, release!

When he came to his senses, he was lying on his side on the diagnostic bed, sweaty, limp, exhausted, and tangled up in the sheets. He turned to roll onto his back and was stopped by something behind him. His eyes widened as he realized that this was not a something but a someone, and that this someone was as sweaty and unclothed as he was himself. Then the memories of what had just happened flooded into his brain and he groaned.

Tracy, what have you done? You have assaulted your own doctor!

The instinct to flee kicked in and he tried to release the bars on his side of the bed, bars that hadn't been up before.

"How do you open these things?" he muttered to himself.

"With great difficulty," came a voice from behind him. "Theyah made that way to keep th' patients from wanderin'."

He felt her shift, sitting up, moving down towards the end of the bed. He turned back and watched her come around to him, her body bare, her neck and shoulders bruised by his kisses, her hair mussed by his hands. She released the bars with practiced ease and he sat up.

"Doctor, I-I don't know what to say. I am terribly sorry for what has happened here. I-I..."

She cut him off.

"Sorry? What for?"

He blinked. And blinked. He knew his jaw had dropped.
"But... but... I couldn't control myself. I've hurt you and basically... taken advantage of you. To put it mildly."

She put two fingers to his lips to hush him.

"Ah'm th' one who should be apologizin', Mistah Tracy," she said, dropping her gaze. "Ah went into this massage to do exactly what Ah said Ah would: relax your sore muscles. Ah did not foresee the effect it would have on you... or on me. Ah should have, and Ah'm sorry."

He put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his. "You mean, you were feeling...?"

"Yes, Mistah Tracy. Ah got out of control mahself there." She moved beside him and scooted up to sit on the bed. "Ah don't blame you if you don't believe me. You know how Ah feel about you. But Ah assure you, Ah had no intention of seducin' you." She looked at him, a small smile playing around her lips. "It's been a long time since Ah had a man like that."

He met her gaze. "It's been even longer since I had a woman... like that," he admitted.

She cocked her head. "Really? Ah would think that a man like you, so virile and handsome, would have had any number of women since your wife died."

"You forgot the 'rich' part," he said wryly.

"'Rich' didn't even cross mah mind," she replied.

"You're the first, then. Any other woman, with the possible exception of Penelope, has seen the dollar signs first," Jeff said, raising a finger to caress her cheek. "You're also the first to really get under my skin since Lucille died. Ever since you came here, what you've said to me has mattered, what you've thought of me has mattered. My life was hell all the time you were angry with me about IR. And, somehow, when you told me how you felt about me, I felt... good. Confused, but... pleased that you were in love with me. Now I know for sure that I have feelings for you as well."

"Th' same feelin's Ah have for you?" Dianne challenged.

Jeff gazed at her steadily, turning over his feelings in his mind and heart. Then he sighed.

"I don't know. I don't know how strong they are. Not yet." He put a hand on one of her cheeks. "It's hard. I've spent half a lifetime mourning the one woman I thought had captured my heart and soul. Ending the mourning and opening my heart to another isn't going to be easy for me. But if you're willing to be patient with me, I'm willing to try. To see if I can love again the way you say you love me. But know this much: I do care for you and care about you."

"That's a start," Dianne said softly, taking his hand and planting a kiss in the palm of it. "Ah don't expect to replace your Lucille. Theah's no way that Ah could. But Ah fully intend to carve out mah own niche in your heart, if you'll let me. Ah'm glad that you're willing to try and love again. And Ah'm honored that you've chosen me."

Jeff stood and took her hand, pulling her gently from the bed. He enveloped her in a strong, warm embrace, and then planted a tender kiss on her lips. He could feel her respond, her arms around him, hands rubbing over his back as she returned the salute, her lips brushing across his, light as a butterfly's touch. He then pulled back and held her gently by her upper arms.

"Before this goes any further and we end up back there again," he indicated the diagnostic bed with a nod of his head, "we'd better get dressed."

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a coquettish look. "Are you sure you don't want to end up back theah again?"

Jeff smiled and kissed her forehead. "I would love to end up back there again. But this isn't the most private place and unfortunately, duty does call. For both of us."

She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips and sighed. "Okay, Mistah Tracy. You win." As she stepped away to find her discarded clothing, he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist again. She gave him an inscrutable look as he kissed it on the inside.

"I think, Doc-- Dianne, that after what we just shared, and in light of what we're about to embark upon, that we should be on a first-name basis, don't you?"

Dianne laughed, a pleasant throaty laugh, and then raised her captured hand to his face. "Ah think you're right... Jeff." He grinned, and let go of her to search for his own garments.

Jeff's reminiscence was broken by the arrival of the osteopathic surgeon and two nurses. The doctor smiled at him.

"Ready, Mr. Tracy?"

Jeff looked to Dianne, who leaned over to kiss him on the lips. "I'll be here when you get back." He was heartened by the lack of drawl in her voice. Then she nodded and stood back.

He looked toward the doctor. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The nurses released the brakes on the bed and began to roll it out. Jeff kept his eyes on Dianne until he couldn't stretch back that far any more. Behind him, Dianne sighed, and went in search of some breakfast.

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