Liam went home on Friday night feeling empty. He thought he had felt lonely before he had Rachel. He felt worse now.
He was more acutely aware of his dissatisfaction with his life than ever before. His marriage was over, though neither himself or his wife could admit it, he felt as though the mediocrity of it was killing him. Once his two sons had left home in the past year it had become even worse. He knew he wanted more, to feel alive again but didn't know how. He had thought he had seen the answer in Rachel, but she seemed to complicate the question.
Rachel, with her innocent look, beauty and eagerness. Her stunning ability to make him want to simultaneously own her and be owned by her made him feel lost. He had had affairs before, but always before sex was paramount and true emotional connection had never been there. He felt that connection to Rachel. It wasn't just her body he wanted have. He wanted her heart and soul. He wanted to know her in a way no man had ever known her before, have her give herself to him in a way she never had before.
When Liam arrived home he sat in his car outside. He didn't want to go in. He felt like going inside would sever his memory of Rachel and her submission to him, her yearning to be taken, her need to please. He breathed in deeply through his nose. Although very faint, he could still smell her on his beard. He remembered the way she had writhed under his touch, the way her hips moved as he licked and pleasured her. The way she had abandoned her shyness after her orgasm and kissed him with joy and passion. Most of all he remembered her face, cheeks flushed and stained with mascara and tears, her clear green eyes staring into him. In that moment he felt as if he had been seen for the first time.
Rachel made him feel vulnerable.
In her sweet submission to him and his will, he found she now had a power over him. He hadn't expected that. Hadn't wanted that. The situation was too complicated.
Liam knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He got out of his car and went inside. Sally, his wife was in the kitchen. They said their hellos and sat down to eat the dinner she had prepared.
Sally was so different to Rachel. It wasn't just their ages. Sally was a small woman, petite and blonde. She was attractive, some would say model like. But Liam found her to be cold. She had put their children first, which is necessary in a good mother, but she went beyond what was normal, pushing all of his desires away. He had thought that it might change now that the boys were gone but it didn't.
Their sex life was dull, it was like she thought her looks would get her through, all she had to do was lay there and let him finish what he had to do. It was ok when he had been young and full of hormones, but it hadn't been enough for the past twenty years. There was no participation from her at all. Whenever he broached the topic, she called him a deviant and it was left at that. With the lack of sex also came the lack of intimacy. There were no longer cuddles before bed, holding hands or kisses. Liam missed that connection. He found that with Rachel he could satisfy his need for intimacy and domination. She was a unique woman in his estimation.
After tea Liam and Sally went their separate ways. Sally went to the gym giving Liam time alone in the house. Liam went to his computer and started making arrangements for his next meeting with Rachel. He found and booked a motel room. Not too cheap and sleazy, he didn't want that for Rachel, but not too expensive either. He chose a nice looking motor inn and booked in Wednesday night.
He sent Rachel a text message. "On Wednesday night be at this address. What you wear can be up to you, surprise me. What we do will be up to me, I'll surprise you." He added the address and pressed send.
Within five minutes his phone beeped, alerting him to a received message. "I'll be there," was all it said.
Liam shut down his computer, showered and went to bed. He didn't hear Sally come home.
Rachel sat in her car outside room 108. She was parked next to Liam's car so she knew he would be in there waiting for her but there was no indication that the room was occupied. The curtains were drawn tight and she couldn't see any light coming from the room. She knew she had to go in, wanted to go in, but her fear held her. What would be waiting for her in that room? Would there be whips and chains? She shuddered at the thought, not sure if she shuddered from fear, repulsion or arousal.
She checked her face in the rear-view mirror. Her make-up was light, dusky pink and purple hues, which made her large green eyes stand out. Her hair was straightened again, recently styled in long layers that framed her round face giving the illusion of a slimmer face. It fell freely to the small of her back.
Thinking she couldn't put it off any longer, she turned her car off and stepped out on beige fashionable heels. She straightedged her royal blue skirt which sat just above her knee. Her singlet top, blue and white horizontal strips, clung tightly her her braless chest. Without underwear, she was acutely aware of her nakedness under her clothes. She felt the cool night air on her bare arms and legs, felt the soft breeze tickle her under her skirt. Rachel knew she was aroused now, her nipples clearly stood out against the soft lycra and cotton singlet. She hoped Liam would like her outfit.
Rachel took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Liam's strong voice called from the room. Rachel opened the door.
The room was lit only by a lamp on one side of a queen sized bed. The room's decor looked like it hadn't been updated since the late 80s but it was clean and only had a slight musty smell. It was dark with deep rich tones, thick carpet on the floor, and a small ensuite at the back. On the luggage rack next to the built in robe were two large overnight bags, seemingly full. Liam sat on an armchair near the small kitchenette at the back near the bathroom.
"You have definitely surprised me," Liam said. "I thought you would wear something extremely cheap and look like a street walker. Instead you have come here as if ready for a nice dinner."
"Does it disappoint you?" Rachel asked.
Liam laughed, "Not at all you silly creature! I don't want everyone to know what a slut you really are. I love that your true sexuality is secret. Something for me and me alone. You're very pretty and I like you to look that way. It makes me want to defile you even more."
Rachel flushed. The word defile made her shudder, this time she knew it was arousal. She wanted Liam to defile her, make her feel dirty. She wanted it and craved it.
