Kay's visit with me in New York was coming to a close. We were comfortable with each other and after the first night, sex between us was natural; both of us hungry; our respective passions on overdrive. For the first time in a long time I had met someone who could match my passion and drive. But still, there was much more I needed to know about Kay. I wanted to push her instinctive boundaries further; to see if she could continue to meet my demands. And I had an idea how I would do that.
I wanted to show Kay that New York was not just a city; that the state had some beautiful natural resources. I owned a small farmhouse about two hours from the city and a few days before Kay was to return to Kentucky, we drove up to spend the night.
We arrived late in the afternoon. Kay was amazed at how rustic the area was and, in particular, my farmhouse. It's a three bedroom, bi-level A-frame I had built about ten years earlier. I spend time there in the summer when my daughter visits and in the fall, during foliage season where the mountain views from my floor to ceiling living room window is spectacular. I also let friends use it whenever I'm not there, but it was early spring and the place had been empty for over a month.
It was cold inside and I immediately got the heat going and made a fire.
"This is so beautiful, Frank," Kay said. "You really have the best of both worlds with your place in the city and here."
And I couldn't agree more with her.
Once we freshened up a bit, we drove into town; a village really where there are a few pubs and restaurants. Many New York artists had relocated here and as a result, decent food and drink followed.
We had a quiet meal at an Italian place. Kay seemed distant. I could tell something was bothering her.
"You okay, baby?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "More than okay, honey. It's just that I know we'll be apart soon and that upsets me."
I nodded. "I know. I'm going to miss you too."
"Really, Frank?" She looked at me. "You have so much here. Such an exciting life. Why would you miss me?"
I took her hand and squeezed it. "Believe me, Kay," I said, looking into her eyes. "You are special. I would hope you would know that by now."
"I guess I do, Frank. But you can't blame an innocent country girl for being a little insecure around a handsome, worldly big city gentleman." She batted her eyelashes at me and smiled.
"Innocent? I think you've disproved that notion, baby."
"Hmmm, maybe," she said and squeezed my thigh.
"Anyway, we still have this time together. I want to make the most of it," I said.
"That sounds more than wonderful, Frank," she said again squeezing my thigh...this time a bit higher.
We got the check and drove back to the house. The heat had come up and the house was toasty and warm. There were dim lights on in the living room. Kay commented on how romantic it looked.
"Come, baby," I said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs but not to the master bedroom; to the second bedroom, smaller and spare with just a double, poster bed in the center, a big chair by its side, and a tall, antique dresser. There were candles lit around the bed.
"Candles...but how?" Kay wondered.
I grinned. "I have my ways," I said.
"Do they light themselves, or is it magic, Frank?"
"No, the magic hasn't begun yet," I said, again with a grin.
She grinned back. "I like the sound of that," she said.
"Good, now go, get undressed and come back here," I told her.
"Naked, Frank?"
I nodded. "Yes, that's how I want you here."
"Hmmm, this is getting interesting," she said with a curious look on her face.
"I hope you will find what happens here more than just interesting," I said.
She left with that puzzled look on her face. A few moments later she returned totally naked, her body glistening in the candle light.
"Now lie down on the bed," I said.
She did as I asked, still curious about what was to come.
I went to the dresser and returned with four velvet sashes. Here eyes were on me as I returned and sat on the bed. I took her hand wrapping the sash around her wrist and then tying it to the bed post.
"Uh oh, Frank, tying me up?"
"I am, Kay," I said.
"This doesn't involve pain, does it?" She asked. "I trust you, but..."
"No physical pain, Kay. I don't believe in that."
"You said no physical pain. What does that mean? Will I be hurt in another way?"
I looked at her as I fastened her other arm to the post and then wrapped a sash around one of her ankles tying it to the front post. "Well that might be up to you, Kay," I said.
"How you react to what's to come."
"I'm so confused, Frank," she said, a somewhat worried look on her face now. "Please don't hurt me."
I finished tying her other foot to the post. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was tied tightly, but not too tight to hurt her. I bent to kiss her. She kissed me back tentatively. I stood up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" She looked scared now. "You're not going to leave me?"
