She wanted him to touch her?
She had undeniably given him permission.
He couldn't understand it. This beautiful woman wanted his hands on her. He gave her breasts a tentative squeeze and was surprised at the underlying firmness, he had expected something like a water balloon. He felt her nipple hardening in the cool air, he rubbed it between his fingers and heard a sigh escape her lips.
Emboldened he began to explore her body with his hands. She pressed her back against his chest as his hands wandered across her skin. The little gasps and mewls from her pretty lips told him he was doing something right.
He made his way down her body, caressing every inch of skin and making mental notes of her reactions which were growing in intensity as he reached her abdomen. He slid one hand down between her legs and found a soft wetness.
Jacob let his instincts drive him as he curled his fingers gently into the warm depth. She panted, her head falling back against his shoulder.
In one fluid motion he lifted her and made to toss her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise and clung to him, pulling Jacob down with her. He bit her shoulder and made his way down between her legs to better see what his hands were into.
He recalled a time that Mark had been with his girlfriend Jennifer after a football game and had asked Jake to keep an eye out for them while he showed her a good time. Mark had kissed her between her legs and she had made cute sounds that had gone straight to Jacob's groin at the time.
He wanted Gretschen to make those kinds of noises for him.
He wondered what it would taste like.
Before the thought fully processed he had lifted his wet fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. It was an unusual flavor but not an unpleasant one, musky but not strong. That must be the scent he had taken to be part of her perfume.
Jacob looked up to see blue eyes watching his little experiment, he quirked an eyebrow at her and dipped his head down to collect a sample straight from the source.
He ran his tongue up her slit and flicked her clit with the tip as he passed it, her hips bucked involuntarily.
He dove in with enthusiasm, licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing every inch until she was moaning and swearing softly under her breath.
He probed her soft opening deeply with his tongue and she cried out as she came.
Gretsch gasped for breath as he smiled up at her. He rested his head on her thigh and tenderly petted her twitching muscles.
Jake gently trailed his fingers across her pelvis, enjoying the soft texture of her skin, he felt a flaw in the smooth plane. An old surgical scar perhaps.
She jerked, flinching away from his touch as his finger brushed over the crooked scar just above the center of her pelvic bone.
"I'm sorry!" He yelped, releasing her bodily, not certain what was wrong but knowing he had messed up. "Did I...hurt you?" He asked, repositioning himself to look into her eyes.
The woman looked frightened and dazed. She shook her head but looked unsure as she sat up on the bed.
"Gretsch?"
She heard the worry in his warm voice and a lump formed in her throat.
He cared, that was all she needed to know.
"Before this goes any farther, you need to understand that you must not do certain things. Touching my scar is one of them."
She looked up into his brown eyes, they were the color of rich honey.
She needed him to understand.
"This scar is a part of my past that I do not like to revisit and every time it's touched I feel the knife again and the man that wielded it."
He was in shock, someone had harmed her.
"What did he do to you Gretschen?"
Jacob's voice was low in his chest, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Fear, concern, anger and a fierce possessiveness that he wasn't really entitled to boiled up inside of him.
He wanted to protect her.
"When I was eighteen, I was captured and held against my will by a man, he was much stronger than I was. He tore my clothes away from my body and held a knife to my bare skin. He forced himself inside me with no preparation. I was a virgin, he was large and I was tight...he hurt me, badly. When I screamed he threatened to kill me. I didn't want the filthy seed of such an evil man inside me but he didn't pull out. He came deep inside me. I cried in despair, that excited him more and he continued. I almost managed to get away at one point, that was when he stabbed me. I knew he would kill me, the fear and pain made me compliant. He used me roughly, my blood was the only lubricant he used to take my unprepared ass and he was not gentle and there was a lot of damage. He took me over and over again until something in me snapped. The pain became pleasure and I found sexual release from his abuse. The instant he realized I felt pleasure, he cleaned my blood off of himself and left me bleeding on the floor. The man raped me without mercy and left me for dead. If your father and Daniel hadn't found me when they did, I probably wouldn't be here. He got me pregnant but with all the stress and trauma, I miscarried."
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks but she looked strong and determined. He now understood her intense dislike of pocket knives even though she carried one herself.
Jacob had found a new level of respect for this woman that he revered. He felt a fire blazing in his chest and a desire to kill the man who dared to hurt her in so many ways.
"Who was he? Is he locked up?"
"He's dead." She said simply.
"How did he die?"
"Painfully." She answered cryptically.
He saw that she was becoming very uncomfortable. Jake changed tack.
"You said there were things I shouldn't do, like touch your scar. What else should I know?"
She assessed him. This was a rabbit hole she had only been down once before and it had gotten her married. Where it would lead this time was anyone's guess. She came to a decision.
"Never touch my scar and never touch any other part of me without permission. Never do butt stuff without asking first. Never call me slut, whore, dirty or bitch. Do not hold me down, force me or pull my hair, ever. Ask me where I want you to cum unless I've given you specific directions otherwise. No sharp implements or binding materials near me when I'm naked. Try not to rip pieces of cloth around me and never ever spank me."
A memory surfaced suddenly of Gretschen leaving the garden abruptly when he had ripped an old shirt into strips to tie the tomato vines earlier in the year. He now understood her action and how hard that must have been for her.
"All of these rules have a reason and are in place to prevent me from getting hurt or hurting you."
He wondered what she meant by that. How could she hurt him?
"If you understand these rules and agree to them we may continue."
There were rules about cum and butt stuff, the implications of the need for such rules was staggering, this was more than he could take in. He sat up on the bed next to her.
"Gretschen, I understand your rules and your need for them. I don't understand why you are allowing this."
Her blue eyes threatened to swallow him up.
"You desire me." It was a statement. Not a flinch or a stutter, it was truth and she knew it was solid.
He nodded.
"You do not wish me to leave your father for you and know very well that I won't." Another truth.
"You respect me, you don't want me to be hurt and even if you haven't admitted it to yourself yet, you love me."
He did. His head spun at the way she knew him better than he knew himself.
"I have a favor to ask you Jacob."
"Anything." He breathed.
"I want you to help me to break the rules."
He flinched.
"But you said never..."
"I know. Some of these rules I have tested and some I have not. I do not know what will happen at some of those limits. I may fall to pieces, I may react violently, I may become insatiable, but you are strong enough to handle me. You care. You love me. You want to protect me. I need your help if I'm ever going to be free from him for good. I'm tired of being afraid."
He let it sink in. He saw the hard set of her jaw and the desperation in her eyes.
This was a woman in a cage.
He held the key.
"I will break your rules and I will catch you when you fall."
Gretschen took his hand in hers and held his eyes. She would hold him to his word, it was a promise...a bond...a vow.
She released his hand and stood.
"It is late and this has been a very emotional night. Forgive me, but I think it would do well for us to continue this tomorrow once we've both slept."
Jacob also stood and gathered her robe from the floor and held it open for her.
With attentiveness born of affection and respect, he helped her into the soft robe.
She reached up and kissed his neck just above his collar, he shivered.
"Goodnight Jake." She purred as she swept gracefully from the room.
He laid himself back on his bed and could still feel her warmth.
"Gretsch..."
He murmured softly to himself as he drifted back off to sleep.
Jake awoke to a soft piece of music by Vivaldi drifting into his ears from down the hall. He followed it to Gretschen's room and knocked, no answer.
He pushed the door gently and it swung open without protest. He pursued the sound, it was coming from the bathroom, he knocked gently on this door as well.
"Enter." He did.
The scent of almonds and raw honey was laced through the warm, steamy air. The music swelled to a crescendo and he heard her softly humming along.
Gretschen sat on a bench wrapped in an oversized towel with a second towel on her head. She was painting her toenails a royal blue.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked, never looking up. She remained focused on her task.
"I had a very strange dream that you found out a big secret I was hiding and you told me an even bigger one."
She looked him dead in the eyes.
"That was no dream. Don't you forget it."
Her sober words felt like a punch in the gut. It was real and he had made a real promise.
Break the rules.
He approached her carefully and sat on the opposite end of the bench. She finished the nails on her left foot and fanned them gently to dry them.
He grabbed her ankle and yanked her foot up to his face and blew gently on her toenails, he ignored her small squeak of protest and accompanying blush.
If she wanted to push her limits, he would have to get comfortable with touching her and she would have to get used to this side of his personality.
What little he knew about his own sexuality, from his erotic dreams, was that he was fairly dominant.
When her nails were dry he waited for her to paint her right foot. He repeated his gentle but firm process and dried the second set of nails.
When her toes were all dry he stood and offered her his hand, she took it and stood.
"Come on." He said, leading her into her room.
He directed her to sit on the bed as he opened her closet. He chose a thicker pair of high waisted jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and her leather jacket.
He went to the dresser and found the bra with the most comfortable fabric and good support, she needed to be reasonably comfortable.
He tossed all of these at her.
"Get dressed." He said gathering socks and her heeled motorcycle boots.
