The aroma in the hotel room was intoxicating. First, there was the hint of the dinner Carol and I had enjoyed still lingering in the air. But that was faint compared to the sweet vanilla scent the candles had given off. Then there were the various smells of sex mingling about. The womanly fragrance of Carol, the direct result of at least a dozen orgasms I'd given her since I brought her to 'my place'; the musky odor of my cum; the unmistakable aroma of our combined sweat...all hanging in the room like a dense cloud of depravity. The various scents and smells melded together, creating an enticing bouquet...the very essence of two people that had spent the night using each other in the most delicious ways.
Well...I had used Carol. There wasn't a whole lot she could actually do to me...not with what we had been doing. As I lay there in the early morning hours, knowing the alarm was going to go off at any time and officially alert me to the fact that I had to get up and start a new career, I thought about Carol, and I smiled. It was hard not to, considering what I'd put her through, and the way she'd responded. I couldn't help but think that she would have made Ann proud.
Sure, I hadn't been as hard on Carol as I had been on Ann that night in Colorado. Ann seemed to love the pain part of submitting to me a lot more than Carol did. Ann wanted to feel it...she loved being spanked, and having her nipples pulled and bitten. She loved feeling physically used and being exhausted when it was all over. Of course, there was a lot more to it than that...Ann loved the entire experience. But the pain was a big part of her pleasure.
Carol was more into the idea of not being able to move. It was the ropes that made her excited...the feeling of being helpless. Not that she minded me torturing her nipples a little, or even spanking her occasionally. She knew that was part of the game, so to speak. But I knew that didn't turn her on like it did Ann, and so I kept those things to a minimum. Instead, I hit her mercilessly with an entirely different kind of blow...I used patience. And that drove Carol insane with lust.
With Ann, it was all about feelings...whether they were physical, mental, or emotional. But they were continuous. I had bombarded Ann with constant attention, feeding her different levels of pain, and painting her psyche with different textures of stimuli by taking away her sight and making her use all her other senses. There was barely a time when I wasn't doing something to Ann, in one way or another...and that's what she craved.
Carol craved that attention too. But that's not what I found turned her on when we played together. What seemed to make her literally drip with excitement was the anticipation of what was going to happen...and having to think about it. It was getting her ready for something dark and wicked and then denying her that instant gratification. She got more worked up the longer I made her wait, to the point that she was writhing against whatever restraints I'd put her in, trying to find a way to satisfy her carnal needs on her own, to no avail.
When I dangled the rope in front of Carol's eyes after we finished dinner, she smiled nervously and nodded that she wanted to resume our fun. I wasn't sure at first if she was up for it, since I'd already had her tied up to a chair for almost two hours in a very uncomfortable position. But even though she was a little scared, she never hesitated when she told me she wanted to continue. In fact, she stood up and practically offered herself to me.
"So...where do you want me this time?" she asked, her eyes wide and unblinking.
I led Carol over to the spare bed...the sex bed, as I was beginning to think of it. Stripping off the bedspread and the blanket, I lifted Carol off her feet in one quick motion, making her squeal as I cradled her in my arms.
"Fuck...you're strong," she said as she held on with her arms around my neck.
"Not really...you just don't weigh that much," I said as I put my knees on the bed carefully, and moved across the mattress to put her down where I wanted her. And I wasn't just saying that. She only carried about 110 pounds on her 5'5" sexy frame. But that didn't stop her from blushing, even as I laid her in the center of the big, soft mattress.
"You're so good for my ego, Neil. I really needed to hear that," she said with a smile.
"It's true...I'm surprised you don't know that. You are one sexy woman, Carol," I said, breaking character for just a moment. A small tear came into Carol's left eye, and she smiled. "Are...are you okay?" I asked as I kind of hovered over her naked body, looking deep into those green, suddenly misty eyes.
"It took me a while to get back to this...and it's just nice to have someone admire me again."
"What in the world are you talking about? You're a babe, and you know it."
"I don't know about that," she said modestly.
I moved next to Carol, curling my legs under my body a little bit as I gently rubbed her abdomen. She looked at me, in almost a loving way. Actually, I suppose it really was. Not love, like I had for Ann, and she had for me. It was more of a strong affection, the kind you have for a very close friend. Of course, that friendship seemed a little deeper when she reached up and took my shaft in her small, soft hand and slowly stroked me. Yet, I fought off that distraction and asked her what was on my mind.
Taking my other hand and stroking the right cheek on Carol's beautiful face, I asked, "What is it that you're trying to tell me, Carol?"
"I need to tell you the reason my husband and I split up," she said quickly, like she couldn't wait to get the words out of her mouth.
"Maybe we should to stop...so we can just talk," I said as I took my hand off her stomach.
Carol squeezed my cock hard, and said, "No Neil...I need this. I want to tell you what happened. But I also need what you're doing to me...what we're doing together. I know it sounds really strange, considering what I think you might do to me. But I need to...I need to..."
"I understand, Carol. We all heal in different ways."
"And you're helping me get there. If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't have said what I just said. I really need to get this out. But I need to get it out knowing you're not going to stop...and you're not going to change anything you were going to do. Does that make sense?"
"Actually...yes, it does. So...why don't we do both?"
"Both...what do you mean?"
"I need to get you ready. While I'm doing that, you can tell me what a bastard your ex was."
Carol smiled brightly and leaned up on her elbows. I knew what she wanted, and I leaned down as she grabbed the back of my head, giving me a long, tender kiss. Normally I would have felt guilty for kissing someone other than Ann like that, unless Ann was there too. But this was different...and I knew instantly that Ann would not only understand...she would approve. Carol needed to feel connected to heal, and she needed to heal to move on in her life. In some way, I felt like Ann already knew all of this.
As I went about securing Carol in a spread eagle position on the bed, she went about telling me what a complete jerk her ex husband had been. I was busy trying ornate knots on her wrists, and then attaching them to the frame of the bed. All the while, Carol was letting out the hurt and pain of how her relationship ended.
Her ex had an affair. But I'd pretty much already deduced that, way back at the lunch Carol and I had during my interview. The instant I knew she was divorced, I knew the real reason why...it was a scar we both shared on our respective hearts. But mine had healed. Carol's was still on the mend, and she was looking to me to help that process. The details of how she got hurt actually hurt me. Yes...the bastard had an affair, and when Carol found out about it, one of the reasons he'd used to explain his infidelity was how she looked.
Carol told me that she'd gotten pregnant. She wasn't really ready to have a child, and neither was her ex. But she decided the moment she knew that she was going to keep the baby. Unfortunately, just as soon as she started to show, putting on a little weight, she had a miscarriage. She said she was devastated...but her husband was more relieved than upset. Carol said she fell into a depression, and started eating to deal with the pain of losing her baby. She also ate to because of insensitivity she felt she was seeing in someone she loved. And that made her put on more weight.
"I wasn't fat...I was just a little thicker. I was...chubby," Carol said in her defense, not that she needed to. It was unbelievable to me that any man could be so callous towards the woman he was supposed to love and cherish until death do them part.
"You don't have to explain, Carol," I said as I started winding some rope around her left ankle.
"I just don't want you to think I was some cow."
"So what if you were...that doesn't justify him fucking around on you. Especially after what you'd just been through. I can't imagine how heartbreaking that was."
"Well, regardless...when he told me that the reason he started screwing around was because he didn't find me sexually attractive...I lost it."
"Lost it?"
"I went off on him. I hit him a couple of times...and then I started breaking his stuff. He actually called the cops on me."
I laughed and said, "Really...what did they do?"
"Well, he told them we were having an argument, and that I'd attacked him. So, one officer took his statement, while the other officer took mine."
"What happened?"
"When I told them why I went off...what he'd said to me, the officer I was talking with took a look at me and shook his head. Then he talked to his partner, and they ended up telling my ex he should leave. He was pissed."
"They didn't arrest you or anything?"
