Author's note:
May I present chapter three of six in this tale of an unusual, consensual relationship between an older woman and a younger man. As before, I thank everyone who read, commented and/or emailed their feedback on the first two chapters. I think hearing from readers is a huge boost for any writer. And thanks again to my friend and fellow erotic writer Karaline, who was generous with her comments and suggestions.
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Monica sat on the loveseat, staring out into her empty driveway. It was six-forty in the afternoon. Garnet should be arriving within the next thirty or forty minutes. And tonight, for the first time ever, he wouldn't be leaving. Tonight, her so-called Master was staying the night.
She smoothed down the scarlet silk negligee she'd chosen to wear for him. It was form-fitting and knee-length and clung to her petite figure, supported by spaghetti straps at the shoulders. She'd debated for almost half an hour whether to wear it or to go with the silk half-robe again, but in the end she was happy with her decision. After all, her Master had seen the half-robe the last two days and she figured he'd like a change.
She sighed and worried the hem of the negligee with her fingers. Somehow, she'd survived another long, awful day alone in the house without him. It was even worse considering his visit the previous night had been a short one - he'd worked a double shift and was too tired to do much other than measure her vitals and drive back to his place. In the last two days she'd spent only an hour or so with him, and that wasn't nearly long enough. In the two days since he'd committed to increasing her arousal to raise her Daemon energy, he'd barely touched her. She desperately hoped tonight would be different.
She glanced up at the wall clock to find only a couple of minutes had passed. She shifted restlessly in her seat, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. Why was time passing so slowly? Why couldn't he hurry up and be here?
It hadn't always been this way. After her husband Bill had died, she'd found the routines and habits of her shut-in lifestyle comforting. But not anymore. Garnet filled her house with a palpable vitality and warmth. When he was there, the atmosphere was alive with his energy. Without him, the place felt like a tomb - lifeless, numbing and melancholy. Having basked in his company, his absence was an almost unbearable torment.
But tonight he was staying! That thought alone had carried her through her lonely, endless day. Monica wondered briefly if all Familiars longed for their Masters when they were apart. The bond between them was a powerful one, no question. She would do anything to keep it that way.
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She met him at the door and he entered with a suitcase and a bag of groceries. The heat in his eyes was obvious as he took in her provocative attire, and she let him get a good eyeful. She set the groceries on the kitchen counter and showed him to the guest room. She'd changed the sheets again that afternoon, even though they didn't need it. Everything had to be perfect for his first night there.
She'd made him macaroni and cheese for dinner - he'd mentioned the previous night it was one of his favourites. He wolfed it down, pausing frequently to compliment her on the dinner and to thank her for all the trouble she went to. He was such a well-mannered person.
After dinner she sent him upstairs to shower and put away his clothes while she did the dishes. Already her heart was beating faster at the prospect of whatever he had in store for that evening. She knew she'd love it, anything at all. The sounds of him moving around upstairs, the running of the shower, opening and closing drawers - it all felt so right, somehow. He was making himself at home in her house. Their house.
She was standing in front of the couch in the living room when he came downstairs in gray track pants and a baggy cotton shirt. His hair was damp and he smelled freshly-washed. He looked like he belonged there.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" she asked, smoothing down her negligee.
He cleared his throat. "I'd like to do your measurements and then maybe start what we discussed a few nights ago. You know...about your arousal and the Daemonic energy?" His faint blush conveyed his inexperience in matters of female arousal - or maybe females in general. Monica figured there weren't a lot of women around when he was being raised and home-schooled by grandfather.
"Did you have an idea about that? How you wanted to proceed?"
"Well...you said you'd trust my instincts, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"So I figured we'll go slow and try to come up with an effective methodology. How about that?"
She had to suppress a giggle. Only her Master would describe the act of arousing a woman as a 'methodology'. That was something she liked about him - he was authentic about his pursuit of knowledge. It made it easy to trust his motives.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Just communicate well. And, uh, be patient with me if I'm not really good at it to begin with."
She nodded, then held out her wrist, eager to get started.
He took her pulse, then measured her breathing. As he carefully recorded the results in his notes, she lay on her side on the couch and wriggled the bottom of the negligee up so it was bunched around her hips. She pulled her knees up toward her chest as he knelt behind her. His warm hand on her bum sent a tingle through her and she sighed happily. It was hard to believe she'd been so uncomfortable with this just a few days ago.
The cool, smooth glass of the thermometer slid painlessly into her bottom and she squeezed her thighs together as she felt a twinge from her sex. The feel of his hand on her private flesh kicked her arousal into overdrive. She'd been good and refrained from touching herself, just like Garnet said. She hoped he'd free her from that restriction soon!
"Did you experience any unusual thoughts or feelings today? Anything you want to tell me, no matter how small?" He left his hand on her buttock as her temperature was being taken.
"I missed you. When you're away I feel empty."
"You mentioned that last night too. Was it worse today?"
"Yes, much worse. It felt really uncomfortable."
"I don't want that. What would make it better?"
She hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to burden him or cause any problems. He was doing so much already, working long hours at his job and performing his Knightly duties in addition. She gave a long exhale.
"It's okay. It's probably just something I have to get used to."
He was quiet for a moment. "What if we set up a routine for you to follow during the day that will give you lots to do? If you're busy, maybe you'll feel more productive and comfortable. Time goes by faster when you're busy, too."
"What kind of routine?"
"We can come up with activities to engage your body, mind and spirit. Maybe make it a little challenging, so you'll have to focus. Give you a real feeling of accomplishment when you finish. What do you think?"
She found herself nodding. "I think if you set out some things you wanted me to do every day, that would help. It would feel like you were part of my day if I were doing the things you wanted."
"Okay. I'll put down some thoughts before bed and leave them with you in the morning."
"Thank you. That's really kind. I appreciate it."
He was so attentive, so careful with her feelings and emotions. That made it easy to put herself into his hands, confident that he'd do the right thing for both of them.
Soon the thermometer was removed and the results recorded and the two of them sat close together on the couch. Garnet has his notebook and Monica was curious to see how he'd approach the subject of her arousal. He started with a healthy blush.
"You've probably guessed that I don't know a lot about creating or measuring arousal - there's nothing in the journals that even comes close to what we're doing here," he said.
"But that's good, right? We're breaking new ground."
He smiled. "I know, and that's exciting! But it also means it's going to be trial-and-error, especially at first. I've got some ideas, and some of them probably won't work out. I need you to be honest about your thoughts and feelings, and patient with me if I go the wrong way sometimes."
