Freedom, part 3
It had been years since Heather had accepted commands, and she felt as if she was that younger, less jaded, version of herself again. The excitement of giving up control was there, but with an edge of anxiety. She was drawn to this enigmatic man, both physically and intellectually, but she was unsure where his psychosexual desires might take them. His open fascination with her and her world led Heather to trust her intuition, and dispose of the veneer of detachment that she had perfected for use in her professional scenes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and released it slowly, willing her mind to be calm and her body ready to serve.
The slow and deliberate visual inspection he was giving her confirmed her feeling that he understood the psychological elements of what they were about to begin. Although she had not asked, preferring to allow him to reveal more of himself to her in his own time, she sensed that he had participated in power exchange scenarios in the past. Once she made it clear that she wanted to give up control, he had not hesitated to take it. The timbre of his voice when giving the first command told her that he was into the dominant role now.
She removed her shoes first, glad they were strapless pumps, so she did not have to bend over and lose sight of Grissom's expression as she complied with his order to remove her remaining clothes. She pushed the shoes away with one foot and began to release the clips from the tops of her stockings. When all four were undone, she reached for the edge of one stocking to lower and remove it. Before she could begin the baring of her thigh, he spoke again. "No," he said, in a calm, but still commanding, voice. She froze and looked at him questioningly. "Turn around and bend over while you take them off," he continued. For a moment, she was stunned, and almost embarrassed by his order, but she complied, in spite of her reluctance to lose sight of his face.
She kept her feet on the floor, bending forward to roll first one stocking, and then the other, down to her ankles. As she bent to a more acute angle, she could feel his undivided attention on her blatantly displayed ass. She straightened her body, and stepped out of the black nylons with ease, pushing them towards the abandoned shoes. As much as she wanted to turn around to gage his reaction , she waited for the next instruction.
"Continue," he said, and she realized that she was not yet completely naked, as he wished her to be. She reached behind her waist to release the three hook and eye closures on the garter belt, and it joined the shoes and stockings on the floor. She hooked a thumb into each side of the thong, but before she could remove it, he spoke again. "No, turn around, face me." His voice was softer now, but had lost none of its power over her.
She turned and met his gaze. He gave a slight nod to indicate that she was to complete her task, and his eyes followed the thong as it traveled down the length of her perfect legs. When it reached her feet, he took a step toward her and extended his hand. She understood, stepped out of the undergarment, picked it up, and put it in his hand. He smiled in approval and put it into the front pocket of his pants. His gaze traveled the length of her now completely accessible body. Although the room was warm, she shivered slightly in anticipation of whatever he might have in store for her.
"Close your eyes," he directed, and she complied. "You are beautiful. Just the sight of you is pleasing to me, but I want more," he continued, his palm grazing her cheek. He moved closer, and her arms instinctively rose to wrap around him. Both of her wrists were immediately captured by his hands and pinned against her back while he kissed her, long and hard.
Bondage and other forms of physical restraint had always been exciting to her, even though she had not been on the receiving side of them for a very long time. As much as she had wanted to hold him in her arms, she was thrilled that he held her wrists firmly and was denying her that pleasure. She responded enthusiastically to the kiss, and pressed her bare body against his still partially-clothed one. Both of them could feel the change in her. The tension in her muscles relaxed and her anxiety was forgotten as her body yielded to his physical control.
The kiss ended, but he continued to hold her arms immobile while he kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then her neck, just below her earlobe. She sighed in pleasure as the little chills created by his lips on her neck traversed the length of her body. His lips left her skin to whisper his next words to her. "I have to get something now. You will kneel, keep your eyes closed, and wait for me." He relaxed his grip on her wrists, and moved her arms back to her sides. She did not respond verbally, although he had put no restrictions on her in that regard. Instead, she managed, with his help for balance, to go to her knees.
He stroked her hair for a moment, then walked away from her.
Heather could hear Gil's muffled footsteps on the carpet as his distance from her grew. She concentrated on the sound, compensating for not having her visual sense available with which to track his movements. She was sure he would be in the closet by now, since she could no longer hear any movement, and she focused on keeping her breathing even and deep, as she had learned to do in the beginning, when she was new to power exchange scenarios. The slow rhythm of inhalation and exhalation was calming, both physically and mentally, and allowed her to drift into the submissive state of mind from which she could give her power to another.
Linear time felt suspended when she reached her destination, and she did not know whether he had been gone for one minute, five, or fifteen. She both heard and felt his movement toward her, and fought the urge to open her eyes and see what he might have selected from her toy closet. She knew that she would soon find out soon enough.