Vanilla (15 page)

She loved Max and had always thought of him
as 'the one'.

She didn't want this list to change
things.

"We're okay," Max said, kissing her
properly.

"I know."

.

Max sat on the bed once he was dressed for
work. "You okay?"

Jess nodded. "Fine, just...weird."

Max kissed her head. "Honey, I love you. It
was great last night, but so is every night with you. I love you.
Just you."

Jess smiled. If anything, she had been the
one to feel the connection with Monty, not Max.

"Our thing tonight is swinging... I don't
want to swing."

Max grinned. "I think we've done enough
swinging for a while."

Jess nodded. She just needed to shake it
off.

.

She spent the day writing up her blog, and
explaining to her readers why she wasn't going to finish the
list.

She had tried lots of things that she'd
enjoyed doing - things she would never have tried if it wasn't for
the list.

She felt some of it had brought her closer to
Max, but the addition of a third person was ultimately what might
break them apart.

And swinging was surely just more sex with
strangers, and dogging was pretty much sex with strangers, but
without the comfort of being indoors.

She loved sex and always had - but it was sex
with Max she loved. Even when it was super vanilla, it was still
good, because it was the two of them.

The list had opened her up to certain things
but it had also made up her mind about something.

Max was the only one.

.

When Max got home from work, Jess was waiting
for him in sexy lingerie. There were candles lit and a lovely meal
on the table.

They talked while they ate, going over the
list and the things they'd tried. Jess kept her eyes on Max's eyes,
staring deep into his soul.

They could agree on so much they had enjoyed
and they seemed to like the same things.

Being a bit more sexually adventurous had
been great. It was good to feel sexy.

What last night had done for her, though, had
changed that sexy liberated feeling.

Instead of feeling sexy, she felt upset that
their relationship wasn't exclusively theirs anymore.

And no one wants to feel like that.

And having spoken to people from all walks of
life - some who like to pee on people, some who like to spank each
other, she had realised there definitely were different strokes for
different folks.

If she was vanilla - if what she had with Max
was vanilla - then she was pretty bloody happy with it!

.

Max stood up and Jess followed suit.

They stood in front of each other, hands
clasped loosely together.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Jess undid Max's shirt, touching his chest
hair and feeling his heart beat.

Max laid his head against her chest.

"I'm sorry about this stupid fucking list,"
Jess said.

"No need to be." Max looked at her. "I've
enjoyed it, Jessie, it's been good."

"I know but Monty..."

Max nodded and kissed her. "I know having
three instead of two was weird, but nothing's changed. I love you,
you love me."

Jess nodded. "I know, but it could have come
between us. The list could have spoiled what we have."

Max shook his head. "You're just worrying.
Nothing could spoil what we have."

He started kissing her neck, her breasts, her
stomach. He traced his fingers across her skin and all over her
body. He licked her. Kissed her. Nibbled her. Whispered that he
loved her. That he loved the list. That it had brought them
closer.

He kissed her from top to toe and back
again.

His tongue found her wetness and made her
wetter, until she had a delicious orgasm that left her tingling all
over.

He took off his clothes and made love to her,
hard and firm and in control.

He loved her and she loved him, and all was
well.

Jess kissed his neck and tongued at his
earlobe.

Max sucked her neck and caressed her
tits.

She grabbed his arse and rubbed his
thighs.

He fingered her and sucked her nipples.

She had more orgasms than she could
count.

Max looked deep into her eyes as he came and
the word he shouted was "Jess!"

.

Later on, in front of a warm fire, with a
bottle of wine, they snuggled together watching a film.

"I've enjoyed your list, Jess. Although I
can't say that I'm sad we don't have to go dogging!"

"Even the word is horrible. Should have
called it Alfresco sexo!"

Max laughed. "True. Dogging just sounds
dirty."

Jess nodded. "I'm glad we didn't pee on each
other either," Jess said.

"Me too, me too. What's that all about?"

Jess smiled up at Max. She loved him so
much.

"Wait there." She went to the kitchen and dug
around in the freezer.

She been shopping that morning, but had
hidden her purchase because she didn't want Max to find it.

She carried it back and presented it to
him.

A tub of vanilla ice cream.

Max burst out laughing.

"I love you, Max. And I'm so sorry if the
list nearly came between us. I would die if I lost you. I want you
to know that vanilla is just fine with me."

Max smiled and kissed her. "Wait here."

He went to the kitchen and when he came back
he was carrying a tub of ice cream too and a spoon.

He passed it to Jess.

Vanilla with chocolate, fudge and cookie
dough chunks.

"I think vanilla with a twist is more our
thing!"

Jess was smiling and laughing. She put the
tub down and hugged Max, kissing his mouth, his cheek, his
forehead.

"I love you, Jessie."

"I love you too, Max."

"Open it?" He passed her the spoon.

Jess snuggled next to him and opened the
tub.

The tub was only half full but there was a
box in there.

A jewellery box.

Jess looked up at Max, her heart in her
mouth.

"Jessie, will you marry me?"

Jess opened the box and took out the gorgeous
ring. She slid it on to the third finger of her left hand.

"Yes. Yes, please!"

THE END

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Daniel woke Kittie the same way every
morning.

And she always had to sleep naked so that he
could take her the minute he woke up.

It was the only time they 'made love', the
only time she could hold on to him, snuggle close to him and kiss
and caress him - the only time he let her.

This morning was exactly the same. It was
like an alarm clock went off in his body. He woke with a jolt,
reached for her under the blankets and started touching her.

Mornings were the only time he actually
touched her and she always yearned for more.

Mornings were the only time she got to do
things on her terms - it was as though he was still half asleep and
hadn't quite come around.

Once he did, things were back to normal - his
way or no way.

Kittie tucked her body in close to his,
smelling the sleep-sweat on him, the masculinity that was usually
hidden behind his pristine shirts and expensive aftershave.

She touched his jaw-line - the only time he
wasn't perfectly smooth and stylish.

She longed for this all the time, but she
never got it.

And there were so many reasons.

She pushed them out of her mind and tried to
stay in the moment; she didn't get him like this for long
enough.

She kissed his skin, relishing the touch of
him, his musky scent. She touched him, running her fingers along
his smooth chest, down his stomach to his hard cock.

His usually unforgiving cock.

She touched him, knowing he wouldn't react -
he wouldn't moan or shudder under her touch. He was like stone.

He bit down on one of her nipples.

She bit her lip to stop from crying out.

Sometimes he hurt her, but she knew he loved
her.

He didn't wait for her to be wet; he wasn't
into kissing and cuddling.

He just loomed above her and thrust himself
into her.

Kittie licked at his skin, kissing his neck,
his cheek, his ear-lobe. She nestled in close to him, as close as
she was able; taking the skin-to-skin contact that was so rare.

She was desperate for it to last, desperate
for the closeness.

But within minutes it was over and she was
bereft.

He pushed himself off her and went silently
into the shower.

Kittie couldn't stop the tears from
falling.

But by the time Daniel swept back into the
room she was in control again.

She dressed, as he liked her, in sexy
underwear, high heels and her collar.

As it was Friday morning, Daniel was going
home to his wife and children today which meant that she would wait
patiently for him, like a good Kittie until Sunday night.

She curled up on her cushion on the floor in
the lounge and waited for her master to tell her what to do.

Daniel strode into the lounge. He was tall
and dark-haired, with steely blue eyes and chiselled features. He
was handsome but he was cold.

He patted Kittie on her head as he walked
past.

He gathered the things he needed for work and
then stood in front of her.

He dropped his trousers and his pants.

He didn't need to say a word. She was a good
Kittie and she knew what to do.

Happy to be allowed to touch him again, she
took him in her mouth.

Daniel pushed his hands into her hair and
pulled her close.

Kittie angled her head to try to stop from
choking.

She held onto his backside and tried to keep
him there longer.

It didn't take much work on her part and
Daniel came in her mouth.

She swallowed.

He reached over to the table and attached the
leash to her collar.

Her leash gave her enough room to move around
the apartment, showering in the wet room, making food in the
kitchen and waiting for him to come home.

He patted her head again and then walked to
the door.

He turned back to her, his face devoid of
emotion, his eyes cold.

"When I get back on Sunday I expect to see
you right there. Do not leave the apartment. There's someone coming
by later, some art student, I've commissioned him to do something
for the back room."

Kittie nodded. She was used to people seeing
her in her role as submissive. She was used to playing her
role.

It was part of her punishment.

Part of what she'd signed up to.

Part of what gave Daniel pleasure in their
arrangement even when he wasn't there to witness it.

Near the beginning of their relationship she
had made the mistake of getting dressed and unleashing herself when
someone dropped by.

Daniel had obviously checked up on her and
she got punished for that.

Rightly so.

He had tied her and whipped her so hard for
that one.

But she had learned.

She learned her lessons quickly.

He installed a camera then - he loved the
fact that he could watch her.

She had the best of everything in return,
though, for being a good Kittie.

It wasn't like the lifestyle she chose came
without rewards.

She wore the best clothes - when she was
allowed to get dressed, she was smothered in diamonds - if they
ever went out. She had an allowance that was more than she could
ever earn doing a nine to five job.

She was like a beautiful bird kept in a
beautiful cage.

The apartment was plush and she didn't want
for anything.

She wouldn't complain.

She would do as she was bid.

She would be grateful for the mornings, when
she got to touch Daniel and hold Daniel and feel like a normal
person.

But their version of love wasn't abnormal -
it was just individual.

It was theirs.

That's what made it special.

Daniel always told her how different she was
from his wife, how happy it made him that she let him do the things
that made him happy.

The things that hurt her... but then didn't
love hurt?

She was sure it did.

She curled up on her cushion, leashed to
Daniel's version of love.

Daniel's version of sex.

It might be different to her own, but then
those were the sacrifices you made for love.

That's what made her better than his
wife.

More special than his normal life.

That's why he loved her and kept her
here.

Safe from other people.

Safe from other men.

Daniel was strong, powerful and
successful

He owned his own group of companies, dealing
in property, wine and acquisitions.

That's why he was safe in sending odd-job men
or his bodyguards here when she was leashed up; he knew that no one
would ever dare to question or defy him.

He was rich.

He was powerful.

He was damaged.

He was arrogant.

He was sexually aggressive.

He was hers and she loved him.

Will woke up with a blonde draped over
him.

He was going through one of his wild phases.
Sowing his wild oats and enjoying the fun of being single.

His last relationship ended badly - one of
the lecturers from his university course. He was a mature student -
at twenty-three - and she was only a year older. She had fallen
hard for him.

He had let her down as gently as he could. It
was never going to last.

Blondie was just a little rebound, something
fun to get over the last one.