Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (13 page)

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Logan Airport. The local time is 8:36PM. Connection information is on the monitors at the gate. For those of you staying in the Boston area, your bags will be on carousel 11. The captain has turned off the 'fasten seat belts sign' and you may now use your cell phones and electronic devices. Please be aware when opening the overhead bins as the contents may have shifted during the flight." With that it seemed everyone flipped on their phones or stood up and popped open the bins above them. Violet turned on her phone and speed dialed Michael. It had been three weeks since she had seen him last. Three very long weeks. She ached with need in a way she hadn't in all the years before she had met him. On the third ring Michael picked up.

"Michael? I just landed. I should be there in about an hour."

Violet looked over at the man sitting next to her as she started to answer Michael's questions. "Yes, I'm wearing the chains. Yes, all of them." She could feel her cheeks burning. "No, I didn't." Sneaking a peak at the guy next to her, silently wishing Michael wouldn't push. She grimaced when he of course, he did. "Fine, No, I didn't touch myself at all while I was gone. Happy now?" She was looking down at her lap and couldn't help but notice that the poor guy next to her now had an erection that looked uncomfortable. Without looking at him she threw her blanket on his lap, watching him clutch at it like someone drowning.

"I'll be there as quick as I can. I missed you too." She was beet red but she grinned like a fool. Oh, that man made her crazy, also daring, horny, and alive, but mostly crazy. She took a deep breath and finally looked the poor guy next to her in the face.

"Um, sorry about that."

"I should be apologizing to you. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but..."

"It wasn't like you could help it."

"No, I suppose not. I really need to find a girlfriend. He, um, sounded demanding."

"Its kind of all an act. He doesn't do anything that scares or hurts me, just likes to sort of, push my buttons sometimes. Its been a while since we've seen each other."

"Lucky guy. Does he know you love him?"

"Is it obvious? No, he probably doesn't, guys never seem to get when the right girl comes along until they leave."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'd tell you to enjoy the rest of your weekend but I need to be able to get out of here without embarrassing myself."

Violet moved into the aisle and started laughing. She only had her carryon bag so she could catch a cab to Michael's right away. Forty-five minutes later she was ringing his doorbell which had to be a record for Boston traffic. When he answered the door she pounced on him. As she was kissing him she felt his hand wander up her thigh to her waist under her skirt.

"I gave up and stopped wearing them, especially with skirts. Does that bother you?"

"I'm not sure. I wanted you to do that just for me."

"Oh, there are lots of other things I do just for you. If you'd let me I could think of a couple more you haven't let me do yet."

"Get undressed."

"Michael..."

"No arguments. I can't wait any longer to touch you, it feels like you have been gone forever. Besides I have a very special present for you."

Violet started undressing. "You didn't go crazy I hope?"

"Umm, no this is something very personal I had made for you. Go get into bed."

Violet had butterflies which seemed crazy considering how often they did this. When they got to the bedroom Michael had her put on a blindfold saying it would help her feel less inhibited. She would have laughed if Michael hadn't been looking so serious. Any inhibitions she had ever had were gone. Where she had always been quiet and shy now she spoke her mind and didn't panic being the center of attention if she had to. She was much more confident in her work, even Allyn had noticed and commented that maybe Michael was good for her after all.

"Michael, if I have this blindfold on how am I going to see my present?"

"This one I want you to feel first." Violet gave an involuntary shiver. Even after all these months his way of making the most normal thing sound so erotic still caught her off guard. "Can you keep your hands above your head or should I tie you up?"

"You want me to choose?" The thought seemed absurd?

"Either you choose or I will."

"Oh God, I guess... Tie me, I have no idea what you are going to do."

He whispered in her ear. "I knew you were going to choose that. Restraint always lets you get a little wilder." Violet could only softly moan but he knew her too well. With her hands tied together over her head and the blindfold on she was completely at his mercy. Her nipples were already hard and she had been wet since she heard his voice on the plane.

"Now Kitten, This is going to feel cold at first but it will warm up with your body heat. I'm going to start where the cold might be... interesting. Tell me what you feel."

She felt a shock of cold on one of her nipples. "Oh!", she squirmed, "It is cold, but also pebbled." Michael moved the pebbled surface over her nipple. It felt almost like a cat's tongue. "Oh, that feels good though." So he started on the other one. What ever it was it felt hard and seemed heavy but was also getting warmer the longer Michael massaged her with it. By the time he finished with her nipples they ached and she couldn't help whimpering when he stopped. "Michael, I need to feel you too."

"Always my greedy Kitten." But she heard him go around to the other side of the bed, heard the rustling of his clothes and felt the bed dip as he got in it. His body touching hers felt electric he was so warm against her. He placed a warm kiss on one of her nipples and then took her mouth. Warm, liquid kisses, sweet and rich like good port and just as likely to make her senseless but she had missed these most of all. Except that with her hands ties she couldn't touch him which was frustrating the hell out of her.

"Michael, this is too frustrating. Please, please untie me. I need to be able to touch you.

"No, remember I told you I wouldn't always grant your requests." Violet answered him with a growl. She felt him pick up the present that had fallen between them. It had absorbed both of their heat so it was now warm. He stroked her inner thighs with it. Instinctively she opened herself for him and he moved to stroking the length of her cleft. After of a few minutes of that slow torture, he found her opening and slowly slid the phalus in.

"How does that feel Kitten?"

"Full, but not painful at all. Oh, Ugh, like its hitting all the right spots at once."

"Perfect. I designed it just for you. I had an artist carve it from marble. Your own miniature work of art. Let me attach these." Violet felt chains like the ones she wore drip between her legs. Then she could feel Michael connecting them to the belly chain. When he finished he kissed her again and started massaging her clit.

"Oh! Michael. Oh! I can't take being tied up anymore. I need you to untie me now, I need this blindfold off!" She sounded so distressed that Michael stopped and removed the tie and blindfold.

"Too much? I didn't mean to scare you."

"Yes, too much but you didn't scare me I just... Michael, I need to touch you. I need to make love to you too. Can I move with this thing?"

"You should be able to. It might feel a little heavy so you will need to use your Kegel muscles to hold it. It isn't any longer than say, my fingers for instance.

"Michael it has been months and I have been patient, I want to get you off, the whole 9 yards, I mean it. No matter what happens, and yes, I’ve read the horror stories. I need to at least try. We've come close but you won't let yourself go. You like seeing me in full climax. Why won't you let me see you that vulnerable."

"Because what if it all goes wrong? What if something happens and you are so disgusted you never want to touch me again? What if nothing at all happens? Are you going to be able to deal with that? Violet, I... I love you and I would rather you have this piece of me than risk you leaving. Can you understand?"

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was going to hurt like hell but there wasn't any other way. She just hoped eventually he would forgive her. "Michael, No, I don't understand and I can't do it anymore. You are using your situation to hide from me. You say you love me and I think you believe it but if you can't let yourself be vulnerable with me then you don't truly trust me to be there when things are really bad. I can't accept just a piece of you. I can't be your Kitten and just take from you. I am done."

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back Michael was still in bed, she left the chains and carving on the end of the bed. Michael just stared at her as she went to the living room. A short while later he heard the front door open and close and then nothing. Violet made it to the lobby before the tears started falling. She made it into the taxi before she started sobbing outright. The poor Indian cabbie had no idea what to do so he just kept mumbling endearments in Hindi.

By the time she got home she was cried out, at least for the moment. She was exhausted, wired, and hungry so she made her way to the kitchen hoping she wouldn't run into Allyn. The last thing she wanted to hear was 'I told you so' from her brother. She should have stopped when she saw the light on but in her dazed state she just walked right into Allyn. He put his arms around her to stop from falling and she clutched at him and started crying all over again.

"Hey, it can't be as bad as that?" he said stroking her hair. "Um, did the good doctor do something stupid?"

"No" she croaked, "I did. I ended it at least for now. Oh, Allyn. It really does hurt! I mean, physically hurts."

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"Is this it, is this why you never date, because someone broke your heart like this."

"Not quite, she didn't mean to, she couldn't help...Never mind, What can I do? Should I be the obnoxious big brother and go beat him up for you." That made her laugh.

"Don't you touch a hair on his head!"

"Still in love with him then?"

"Hopelessly."

"I'd tell you to start drinking but I think it only works for men. Shopping? Isn't that what women do?" He turned away and opened the freezer. When he turned back he had a quart of ice cream in his hand. "I believe under the circumstances this becomes a single serving."

"Oh good, so I'll be miserable and fat." He turned to put it away. "Hey, I didn't say I wasn't going to eat it!"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Eventually, I just hope he comes to his senses soon. Thanks, you are a great big brother."

"Thanks, I'll cue up a bunch of sappy chick flicks in the screening room for you." Allyn said as he was walking away.

"Jeez Dennison, you look like shit and where is the cream puff?"

"Cam, for once in your life can you shut the fuck up?"

"Oh damn, you didn't screw that up did you? Fuck, you did? Didn't you. That girl had it so bad for you, how the hell did you manage to push her away? After all this time I figured you were good to go. Early on she must have realized what an asshole you were.

"I'm out of here shithead! I..." Michael wheeled himself outside the air was cold but he didn't care. He was so miserable he barely felt it.

"Michael wait up!"

"What? Come to get more licks in?"

"No, look I'm really sorry. I was kidding, I didn't think you two had really broken up. She really was crazy about you so what the hell happened?"

"She walked out, said I couldn't give her enough."

"She didn't strike me as the spoiled heiress type. True, she's got more money than God but she never seemed in your face about it."

"What the hell are you talking about? She's got some non-profit job at some foundation. She's comfortable but rich, I don't think so?"

"You really need to look at something besides medical journals. My niece, Delia, you met her, almost blew a gasket when I told her you were dating Violet. Violet doesn't work at the foundation, she is the foundation, well her and her brother. They have like Gates/Buffet kind of money but are seriously quiet about it. Delia is getting her degree in information security and one of her classes she had to find out everything she could about a local celebrity so she scoped out Violet. I only realized when I saw one of the pictures she pulled off the internet."

"You mean to tell me... I gotta go."

"Buddy, don't do anything stupid, you look fit to kill someone. Why don't you come back in and take it out on the court. Seriously, Michael, don't call her when you're like this. You are just going to regret it."

"Undoubtedly." Michael yelled from his car as he started the engine. He knew on some level Cam was right but it just kept boiling in his brain. Was their whole relationship some kind of joke to her? He had thought she had been overwhelmed with the expensive gifts -maybe she didn't think they were up to her standards? And the whole submission thing, was she just laughing behind his back? The poor broken cripple thought he could play tough with the fucking heiress.

At 9:30 Violet's cell phone rang, she was already in bed and feeling sorry for herself. It had been a whole week and Michael still hadn't called. She looked at the caller ID and tried to stop her heart from pounding. She missed him so much, maybe he just needed more time. She hit the answer button.

"Michael?"

"Don't say a fucking word. I just wanted to tell you, as bad as I thought I felt last week when you left was nothing compared to tonight when I found out you have been lying to me all along. Why did we never go to your place Violet? I always thought it was because you lived in some walk up and you didn't want to embarrass me or you were too embarrassed that I had more money than you. But no, you didn't want me to know that you live in a fucking mansion on the shore and really you were just embarrassed by me."

"Michael, that isn't true."

"You're not rich?"

"Yes, I am rich, the house is the only obvious sign of it. I was never embarrassed to be with you Michael, ever. I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest with you. I just wanted a chance for us to get to know each other without the money getting in the way."