Upside Down (16 page)

I
stood behind him, spread his butt cheeks wide apart and slid the fake penis up and down the slit to lubricate him. I had taken the tube of lube to the bed and squirted a lot of it inside his back hole. I nudged the oiled tip of the dildo at his hole. It went in slowly, inch by inch. I paused and waited for his body to adjust. When he relaxed the muscles there, I pushed the dildo all the way inside. He winced but follow the instructions and kept quiet.

I
rocked back and forth as I felt his walls stretching and clenching around the rubber head. I chose to move in a slow rhythm that surprised myself. I had planned to impale him roughly, to shove the dildo to its hilt. Instead, I decided to take my time, pushing softly in and out of him, swaying my hips, circling the rubber penis inside his body. I caressed his shoulders, instead of grabbing at them. Then, I reached around and pulled softly at his nipples. Always rocking back and forth, in and out of him.

I
increased my speed gradually. I went faster, slapping my sex against his butt, grinding my breasts against his back. I held his strong forearms to keep my balance, thankful for the strong chain that was holding him upright. There was a buzzing pleasure coursing through my limbs from that one heated little point of contact between our bodies.

But, eve
n at the crucial moment, my body and my mind were out of synch. I knew I would come, maybe it would be a strong orgasm. My body was in the moment, getting ready for that. My soul was hundreds of miles away.

All of sudden, my climax hit me and I
slammed my front against his back, knocking us both off balance. My body went rigid as I threw back my head and cried out. My whole treacherous body shuddered and the air around us smelled of fulfillment and physical satisfaction.

I
was proud of Richard for having managed to keep his own body under control but I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. So, I pounded him with the fake penis for a couple of more times, driving it, rocking it.

“Madam, please,
I need to come.”

“Yes, of course, you can come,”
I sounded a little distracted because, in fact, I had forgotten to grant him permission to come and that was a big ‘no-no’ for any half-decent Domme Dom. I shouldn’t be thinking about other things during sex with a sub.

He immediately
jerked into the air. The hot jets flew ahead of him as I went harder, pushed against him, slapping him with my hips. I picked up speed, ramming him, my fingers stretched his nipples, my lips sucked on his nape until he unloaded himself completely.

I finally
slipped out of Richard and pulled back. I lowered the chains and unbuckled his wrists. I massaged his arms to get the blood circulating again. I wrapped them behind my own neck and pulled him for a deep, steamy kiss. I owed him that, at least.

“
I can never have enough of your mouth,” he said against my lips, then, he framed my face with his big hands, nibbling at my lower lip. He sucked my tongue, swirled his around inside my mouth, then, bit my upper lip.

I
inhaled sharply. The air came out like a soft sob as he rubbed his softening penis against my sex. I pulled away from him. Although my own body was still trembling slightly, I didn’t want to give him the wrong impression that I wanted to start anything else. Also, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. After all, the blame for the afternoon’s fiasco was all on me. I gave him a bright grin and told him a white lie.

“Very well
done, my wicked pet. You’ve made me come so hard I think I died of a second or two.”

He smiled back and
pulled me into a tight embrace, giving me one last passionate kiss before scooping me up in his strong arms and carrying me to the large bed. My body went limp against his as I drifted into sleep. I sensed him moving around and putting me down on the center of the bed. He climbed behind me and held me for a little while. Through the haze of sleep, I felt Richard nuzzling my neck and kissing me softly.

“Sweet dreams, my princess. I hope you come back sooner next time.”

I was pretty sure he said that before carefully climbing off the bed, covering me with the silk sheet and kissing my shoulder before getting dressed and going away. But I was too exhausted and wanted to take a quick nap before I returned to my hotel.

I woke up a short while later feeling much rested and clear-headed.
I took a shower, got dressed and got out of the suite. All things considered, I had at least a little fun in that trip. I was expecting more, of course. But I couldn’t complain.

As I went down the stairs,
I noticed how thirsty I was. I decided to go to the Club’s bar and have some water before going out on the street, under the melting hot sun of New Orleans.

I ordered my sparkling water and sat on a stool to sip it when a couple entered the bar.
I froze and stopped the glass mid-way to my mouth. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to disappear into thin air before they saw me. And there was no way I would be able to get out of there without being seen. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the inevitable.

I stood up and he
ard their gasps of horrified surprise when they saw me right in front of them. For a second there, I couldn’t say who was more mortified – me or my parents. Having seen them first, I had had more time to think so I recovered faster and ran out of there.

“Carol, wait!”

I heard my father’s voice as I gained the sidewalk. I ran up the street and hailed a taxi.

“Get me to the airport, please.”

“Yes, madam.”

I saw my father
standing in the middle of the street as the car drove by. He saw me inside the cab and shouted for me to stop. But there was nothing else he could do. I rested my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes. I refused to cry. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to go home. Go home to an empty apartment.

“Not really cozy, is it?”

That nagging voice inside my head came to life again.

“Oh, shut the fuck up!”

“I beg your pardon?”

The cab driver
looked at me through his rearview mirror. My face was burning up. I was ashamed I had said it aloud.

“I’m sorry, sir. I
’ve just texted a friend. I didn’t realize I had spoken, too.”

He didn’t seem
to have bought my story but he let it go and I sighed with relief. I looked out of the window as we left the French Quarter behind. I had always loved New Orleans but that time my trip had been so disastrous I had the feeling I wouldn’t see it again for quite a long time.

There were so many questions popping inside my head
at once that I got dizzy. I felt nauseous. I had solved none of my old problems and found half a dozen new ones. I still didn’t know what to do with Mark. I still didn’t understand my feelings for Cindy. And now, I had the sensation I had never known my parents at all. Talk about a trip gone wrong!

* * * *

CHAPTER 6

When we got to the airport, I paid the driver and got inside the terminal only to remember I had left my bag at the hotel. First, I needed to get my plane ticket, though. I went to the airline counter and made the necessary arrangements. After that, I found the VIP lounge and sat down to call the hotel because I had enough time before the next flight to New York.

“
Manzarin Hotel, good afternoon. How may I help you?”

“Oh, hi. This is Carol Sullivan. I’m a guest in the Fleur de Lis Suite.
I had to leave the city in a hurry. There was an emergency at home and I came straight to the airport. Could you please pack and send my stuff to my home address?”

“Certainly, madam. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“No, thanks. That will be all.”

“You h
ave a safe flight home, madam. Hope you can visit us again soon.”

I hung up and checked the clock on the wall. I had almost an hour to my flight’s departure. I needed to talk to somebody or I would go crazy. I called Bob in Boston. The phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up. It was a female voice I didn’t recognize.

“Sullivan’s residence.”

“Oh, hello, there. This is Carol. Carol Sullivan. Can I speak with Bob Hewson, please?’

“I’m sorry, Ms. Sullivan, but Bob took the day off. Would you like me to give him a message?”

It was just my luck. My parents were travelling it was natural for Bob to take the day off.

“It’s not necessary, thanks. I’ll try his cell phone. Goodbye.”

I called his cell phon
e but it went straight to voicemail.

“Bob, it’s me – Carol. I’ve just ran
into my parents down in New Orleans. Guess where? At a sex club! Weird, huh? Or maybe you wouldn’t be surprised since you’ve known stuff about them you didn’t want to tell me, right?” I sighed in frustration. “Well, anyway, I’m sorry if I sounded rude. I’m not mad at you. I just needed a friend right now. I’ll try to talk to you later.”

Although it was pretty late in London, I called Dave’s phone.
I wasn’t surprised to find out Dave and Jerry weren’t home on a Friday night. I tried both their cell phones but they rang for an eternity before I heard their voicemail electronic messages. I dialed their home number again, swallowed hard and left them a message.

“Hey, guys. I’m just calling to check
up on you. We haven’t talked in a while and I missed you both. Take care. Bye.”

It was so frustrating.
My world was falling apart all around me and I had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. I checked the clock. I had time for one last quick call. I scrolled down the address book on my cell phone. For a fraction of a second, when I saw the name, I entertained the idea of calling Cindy.

“What am I thinking? Why would I call her?” I thought and continued down the list until I got to the only person I was sure I could count on.

He picked up the call on the third ring. His voice sounded groggy.

“Hello? Carol?”

“Hi, there. Is this a bad time? Were you sleeping or something”

“No, no. It’s OK. I was reading on the couch and I must have fallen asleep
. But I’m awake now. What’s up?”

He sounded definitely
dazed. If I hadn’t known Mark better I’d say his speech was even slurred.

“Have you been drinkin
g?”

“No! I was sleeping.”

I saw the time and decided that argument was going nowhere. I had to catch my plane so I just blurted out.

“I’m going back to New York. My plane leaves in about fifteen minutes. I need to see you. Can I come by your place later?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting for you. Have a safe flight home, honey.”

He was certainly out of his mind. A shiver ran down my spine
and I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as bile threatened to spill out. Panic attacks tended to do that to me. I didn’t have much time before my plane left. I regained control over my body. Then, I hung up without saying another word because I had no idea how I should reply to him. If I had been honest with myself, I would have admitted I also didn’t know what I wanted to say to him.

When the plane took off, I found out I was practically alone in the first class. That was perfect for me because my control was hanging by a very thin thread. I stretched the seat until it
became a bed and put on my eye-mask pretending to be asleep. That way, the flight attendants would leave me alone.

The truth was I was too agitated to fall asleep. There were too many ideas going in circles inside my head.
There were too many unanswered questions. In fact, there was an endless amount of questions I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the real answers to. What had just happened at Club Desire? Why were my parents there? Well, I had a pretty good idea of ‘why’ they would go there but still. They were my
parents
. I remembered how they behaved when I was a little kid, all the hand-holding and the kissing, but I never thought about them as being sexual. It’s something we don’t associate with parents, right? All of a sudden, I had evidence they not only were sexually active people but they were probably deviants, too. Well, maybe ‘deviant’ was too much of a strong word. I was a member of Club Desire, too. So, my parents were kinky.

“Oh, gross!”

I bit down my lower lip when the words escaped me. I lifted the mask from one eye to check the cabin. There wasn’t anybody around. I sighed and pulled it down again.

“Enough of my parents,” I thought and tried to concentrate on something else.

Mark’s face popped up in my head, his sweet smile and trusting eyes. One of the reasons he was such a great sub was his unconditional trust in me. Could it be that he had misjudged that profound trust for love? Could he be reading his own feelings wrong? Or could it be that my fear of commitment had made me project my insecurities on him? Could I be misreading my feelings, and mistrusting his, as a consequence?

“Oh, God! I will go insane!”

I managed to keep the thought to myself but that didn’t make me less uncomfortable. I turned from one side to the other and didn’t seem to find a good enough position to lie still. I heard a low female voice whispering above me.

“Madam, are you OK? Can I bring you something?”

I pulled the mask down and off my face. Confusion creased my forehead as I looked at the young and gorgeous blonde flight attendant standing beside me. Only then I noticed she was touching my shoulder. She pulled her hand away when I looked at it.

“I’m sorry, madam.
I didn’t mean to upset you. You were so agitated, mumbling in your sleep. I thought you were having a nightmare. They are quite common during flights, you know,” her perfect teeth sparkled in the dim light of the cabin when she gave me a wide apologetic grin.

I didn’t want to tell her I wasn’t sleeping at all for fear of being committed to an asylum as soon as we landed.
I returned her smile with a weak one.

“It’s OK, my dear.
Thank you for your concern but I am fine.”

“My pleasure, madam. Call me
if you need anything,” she squeezed my arm lightly and went back to the galley.

I
pulled the eye-mask on once more and prayed for some quiet. I had just met yet another flirty young girl and I was pretty sure of what the outcome might have been if I had given the flight attendant any indication I was into her. She looked disappointed when she turned to leave. What kind of signals was I sending off? Did I mislead her somehow? Too? Just like I had done to poor Sarah at the Club? What was I thinking, then, by the way? I had really believed I would feel as excited as I had felt with Cindy. I was frustrated when Sarah didn’t make me feel anything. With the flight attendant, for a few seconds, I thought I felt something until I realized she reminded me of Cindy and that was probably the reason a strange tingling sensation had made me squirm in my seat when our eyes met. Once I recognized the reason for that, it was gone. But it left behind an empty sensation in the pit of my stomach. Could it be possible to miss someone I hardly knew? Nevertheless, I did miss Cindy at that moment. I would have loved to be able to feel her hands and mouth on me again. Maybe she would help me forget everything and just feel alive again. She had created a whole different dimension for me in that bathroom the day before.

“Oh, my God. It was less than twenty-four hours ago. It seems like a lifetime.”

The thought made my heart flip inside my chest. Blood rang in my ears. Another panic attack? I checked my watch and found out the flight would take another two hours to get to New York. I pushed the button to call the attendant. The same young blonde appeared beside me in seconds.

“How can I help you, madam?
”

“A glass of red wine, please.”

“Would you like Bordeaux?”

“That is my favorite, thanks.”

“I’ll be just a moment.”

While the woman
went back to get my wine, I took a small pill case from my bag. I always carried some stuff for emergencies. That was the case. I took a sleeping pill with the wine and fell asleep almost immediately. I didn’t dream and that was a blessing in itself.

I woke up a few minutes before landing.
Although, I had slept well I had the feeling I had cried in my sleep. I checked my face in the mirror and it was a mess. My eyes were red and puffy. I applied some make-up to conceal those horrible signs of the even messier state I was really in.

* * * *

Mark opened the door of his brownstone before I climbed the front steps. He hugged me tight and I had to laugh.

“Hey, what happened? Were you waiting for me by the door?”

He pulled away a fraction of a foot, just enough to look me in the eyes. He was so happy to see me
that his eyes sparkled in the dark street.

“I saw the taxi pull over. Where is your bag?”

“It’s a long story. Can we come in?”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry.”

He was reluctant to let go of me so he held my hand while we entered and climbed the stairs to his living room.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat, maybe?”

“Hey, relax, dear. It’s not the first time I come to your place. You are so jumpy.”

I threw my arms around his neck and
pressed my lower body against his. I smiled wickedly when his erection poked me.

“Hmm, you
are
happy to see me.”

“You have no idea, Carol. I
felt miserable today,” he hid his face in my hair and scattered butterfly kissed up and down my neck.

“This is good. Don’t stop,” I whispered as my
insides seemed to melt. “I missed you, Mark. I missed this.”

He kissed me and I had to shut up.
I wanted to devour him but Mark chose to take his time with me. He played with my lips as his hands traveled slowly from my shoulders down to my waist. He pulled me closer and I moaned. His erection seemed to grow bigger. I bit his lower lip and hissed inside his ear.

“I was terrified I
had lost you, Carol.”

“I’m sorry, Mark,” I whispered in his ear. My
thumb played with his lips before I inserted it in his eager mouth. “I never meant to hurt you. New Orleans was a mistake. A huge one, actually.”

He sucked at my finger and the delicious sensations connected straight to my lower body. The sparks ran all over my body. He knew how to make my body sing.
I moaned and close my eyes to better savor the moment.

“
Don’t ever do that to me again, please,” he kissed my eyelids. “I don’t know if I can survive it.”

I squeezed his gorgeous face in my hands. I had made Mark suffer and I wanted to
apologize.

“I’m sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you. But I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I kissed him hard but pulled away before he deepened the kiss. I pulled him by the hand towards his bedroom. I heard him chuckle behind me so I looked over my shoulder.

“What?’

“I like the way you think.”

I laughed
but didn’t say anything. When we entered his room, I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him deeply. I kissed him as if he were a life-force that I wanted to suck. The truth was, I wanted to feel alive. I needed to feel myself again.

Apparently, Mark was an expert in making me feel exactly that.
He made my body react to his touch in ten minutes more than both Sarah and Richard had managed to do in hours. My skin came alive everywhere he touched it. I wanted to have fun but I’d leave it for later. First, I wanted to make up for my mean behavior, to give Mark pleasure.

His satisfaction was the priority.
Without breaking our hot kiss, I maneuvered Mark around the room until his legs touched the mattress. Then, I made him sit on the bed. I was still busy kissing his delicious mouth as I climbed on his lap and sat astride.