What Does NAVY Mean Part 4
By Alfonsina

"It's about rhythm, touch and feel. I know you have first hand experience in all of those things," he said low into my ear.

Terrific, my tormentor was back. Four nights and now four different experiences to endure. 'Experiences' was the kindest word for what I was going through. I thought other words were less kind; punishment, humiliation, frustration. They say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, well by the end of this week I'm gonna be pretty damned strong, if I'm not paralyzed with fear.

He was behind me again to start tonight's adventure. At least it wasn't a dark lit place, I think that would've pushed me over the edge hormonally. I'd had a doughnut this morning, raspberry filled. I should have been safe from my hormones; but I wasn't, not tonight. I must've been too many hours since my last dose of sugar.

"You need to take a firm grasp on it so we can get started," he said as seductively as he could.

"I don't want to touch it."

"That's beside the point. This could be considered part of hand to hand. Right now it is definitely hand over hand unless you are willing to try by yourself."

If I did this on my own and it went badly, I'd be mortified and I'd never hear the end of it. If it went badly and he had a hand, so to speak, in the outcome, I couldn't shoulder the blame.

At this point, there was no way he could get any closer to me; my shadow would've been out of a job. Every part of our bodies were lined up, legs, hips, torsos, arms and now hands.

"Come on, think of it as, oh I don't know, a magic wand or something?"

"Magic wand?"

"Righteous staff?" he tried.

Eww. This wasn't helping.

"You know I feel awkward and I'm sure that I should, but your names for this thing aren't really helping."

"What would you call it?"

"Stick?" I asked glaring at the most pretentious thing I've seen.

"Fine. We'll call it the Joy Stick. Put your hand on the Joy Stick where you think it needs to go and I'll correct you."

Perfect.

I turned as best I could to look into his eyes; from the look I received I could tell he wasn't going to play tonight.

"When was the first time you did it?" I asked stalling for time.

"Twelve or thirteen, I don't know," he said moving my hand down the magic wand. "What can I tell you, I'm typical male."

This was quite possibly too much information.

"So since you've got like seventeen or eighteen years using this thing, won't you be embarrassed if you get hurt with it tonight?

"Honey, there's nothing you can't do to me that I haven't already done to myself. Besides, this time there are no witnesses."

"Nope no witnesses, just a one way mirror and cameras. Are you sure you want this filmed?" Some things should remain private, you know?

"Do you see the red light on the camera?" he asked. "On any of the cameras?"

"No." Crap. They were all turned off. I didn't know for how long, but they were off and I'd been thinking about him and me and imagining a dark lit place, but if I kept this up it wouldn't be something I'd have to imagine for long.

"Change your grip, not so loose. Pretend like you own it, like it is part of your body not part of mine. Act like you know it can't hurt you, but hold it loose enough for it to move just a little. Too tight and it's gonna hurt when things get exciting."

"But I don't have one of these and never really imagined having one," I said. In all honesty I didn't and hadn't ever even crossed my mind. I really never enjoyed watching men play with them either; I'm not a voyeur or into exhibitionism.

"If it bothers you so much to see it, don't look into the mirror; just close your eyes. I want for you to feel the beat of my heart and we'll use it as a place to start. I'll do the count for you. Every four beats, we'll move the joy stick. As you get better and we get further, speed will pick up. It will feel as natural as breathing, I promise. This will all be fine, I've got you."

I closed my eyes and gave in to his demands. He was the teacher, the one with the experience and I wasn't getting out of here until he was satisfied and we both knew it. I relaxed my body into his and I listened to him count, "One. Two. Three. Four. That's it. One. Two. Three. Four. Very nice. And again. One. Two. Three. Four. A little stronger, I can take it. One. Two. Three. Four. Sure this is the first time you've done something like this?"

Eventually he shut up, which was a good thing because I now needed two jelly doughnuts to counter the proximity and the pheromones. When he got quiet all I could hear was our ragged breathing and the ever present heartbeat. I just kept my mind and body focused on the rhythm we were making together. I could never have done anything like this alone, but somehow it didn't feel awkward with him helping me, guiding me. I just hoped it wasn't going to be something I'd do with him on a regular basis.

"Quit thinking. It destroys the feel and the rhythm. But now it's time to make it more intense, are you ready?"

I hoped I was ready because I wanted to spend some time alone in the bathtub after this was over.

As the rhythm picked up, I realized his arm was like a band around my belly making sure I wouldn't bolt after this was over. While it felt nice, I really was feeling like he was trying to dominate me and that didn't go over well with me.

"Shush, stay quiet and quit thinking," he said into my ear as he put his finger over my lips.

How could he tell, anyway?

"Now I want you to open your eyes. I want you to see how good you look doing this. You are so natural. It is beautiful to see you doing it," he purred into my ear.

I opened my eyes and suddenly realized what exactly it was that I was doing and I lost control of my breathing, rhythm and joy stick.

"Damn it. That hurt. Was that intentional, Stephanie?" Ranger growled at me.

"No. I told you it wasn't something I was comfortable doing. Can we call it a night? The mood has been lost and I don't think we'll get it back tonight," I said looking at him. He was going to have a powerful welt tomorrow. Wonder if he can claim worker's comp for that injury.

"Are you forgetting something, Stephanie?" he asked now doubled over in pain.

"Oh yeah, let me clean it off before I go."

I grabbed my towel to wipe down the not so joy stick.

"Ranger? You gonna be OK?"

"Eventually."

"Can I get you some ice for that?"

"No. I'm not going to live it down and your assistance right now isn't going to help matters. You don't know your own strength do you?" he asked.

"Probably not. I told you I didn't want to play with your nunchuks. Next time will you believe me?"

"Yes."