Withering Ivy: Chapter Ten (Patreon)

My mind and body didn't connect as I watched her take off her jewelry and waited to feel her next to me again. I shook from excitement and nerves and breathed in her aroma every time it wafted my way. I couldn't believe how utterly attractive she was and to think she wanted to spend the night with me by her side didn't seem real. She embodied confidence and sexual dominance, her brunette hair brought out her olive skin and blue eyes while her body was full and matured like any woman her age would be.

"Are you here with me?" She waved her hand in front of my face and I blinked a few times noticing her body in front of me. Her shirt was unbuttoned leaving her exposed stomach and black bra to be all I could see. "Are you cold or nervous?" She asked bending down to make me look her in the eyes.

"Both," I whispered feeling another shiver take over.

Amelia Winslet smiled and guided me up. "Take off your clothes and get under the covers. I'll turn the fan off for now." I did as I was told as quickly as possible hoping she would see very little of me. I was embarrassed at the thought of my body not living up to her standards so I jumped into the bed and covered myself up before she could even turn back to me from the fan's switch. She raised an eyebrow and walked over seeming to know my little trick. "Where did you put your clothes?" I looked down at the floor and she followed my eyesight. "If this is too much-"

"It's not." I interrupted squeezing the comforter tighter.

She put my clothes on the edge of the bed and took her time unbuttoning her pants. It didn't matter that I had seen what was hidden underneath before, it still made my breath catch. And it looked bigger than I remembered. "You never asked me any questions about this." Ms. Winslet said. Her collarbones showed themselves as she pulled off her shirt.  "You don't think it's odd?"

I shook my head and she slipped under the blankets with me.

"Your just curious is aren't you?" Her cold hand made me jump as it slid behind my back and hugged my arch, her breasts rubbed against mine as she kissed me again, her arms held me against her as she trailed her love down my neck and to my shoulder. She was softer than I imagined her to be. When I had imagined us being this close I thought it would be like our experiences before but she really took the time in order to help me enjoy the experience. "Open up." She whispered into my ear. Her fingers trailed in between my thighs until I allowed them in to feel what I kept private.

It didn't take long for her touch to lubricate me, I felt myself dripping almost instantly and she used that to her advantage as she slipped a finger inside. It didn't hurt as I expected it to, she had done such a good job making sure I was ready I hardly even felt anything but pressure except for the butterflies that hit the sides of my stomach trying to escape. "Good girl just relax." She said laying me down on my back, the blankets moving above us as she spit onto her hands and rubbed her dick that had only seemed to have grown from the wait.

Seeing it again made me tense up almost immediately, there was no way it would fit the first time and even if it did I was terrified it would feel like my skin was ripping apart. "It's to big," I said trying to sit up but she only shushed me and laid down on top of me to keep me in place.

"Tense up for me flower," she held onto my hands as I followed her lead. "Not let it go." She breathed out and I allowed myself to let go of all of my nerves. Right at that moment I felt a sharp sting in my center as Ms. Winslet closed her eyes and laid her head to rest on the pillow above me. "Good girl." She repeated again moving her hips slowly.

My body knew what to do instantly as the pleasure flowed in, it was different than I expected. The feeling of her inside me made a sprout of pleasure from where we met and grew up to my stomach where it caught the butterflies and instead felt like fireworks. It was so overwhelming that at times I tried pushing her off but she only grabbed my hands and put them above my head as she went all the way in. Her entire dick was inside of me and I couldn't help but let out a Yelp. Her hand covered my mouth for me as she smiled and kissed my foreheads "How does it feel?" She asked her breath already raspy.

"Fuck!" Was the only thing I could muster as I squirmed underneath her. Her body weight barely being able to keep me contained, so she wrapped me up in her arms and started pounding. The sounds of it filled the room until my moans couldn't be held in any longer. She couldn't keep me quiet either. She couldn't do it all so she let me feel it loudly and she did the same as she stopped her knees from holding herself up. We formed together as she went faster and faster. The way she laid was heaven between my legs, the friction was just enough to make my eyes roll backward as I tightened my grip around her neck and moaned her name the entire orgasm.

It had taken so much out of me that I was unable to hold myself to her, I fell from her arms and into the cloud-like bed where my heart beat into my ears. It was all I could hear as I tried to catch my breath. This didn't stop Amelia, however, if anything it made her hungrier. She let go of me and used my limp legs as a way to situate herself better as she threw the covers off of us and pushed herself back in. I was too numb to enjoy it again but she found her own rhythm quickly and gritted her teeth, my leg became her way of staying quiet as she moaned into my calf and squeezed tightly before she stopped and dropped my legs entirely. She pulled out of me as quickly as she could but she couldn't make it to my stomach, she instead came onto my red and swollen center and onto the sheets below us as she rubbed herself to make sure it all came out.

"Bloody fucking Christ." She whispered to herself as she shook the leftover that came from her down onto me, it's drips warm compared to the now cold liquid that I could feel trail down my thigh. Wiping up what she could from the now-stained sheet she wiped her finger off my stomach and I looked at it curiously as she breathed in dramatically. "What were you saying about not wanting treats?"

Sitting up I stared at our mess and winced feeling my muscles ache. "I take it back."

She laughed a pure one that made me wonder if it was really Amelia Winslet who sat in front of me. But it was her smile and her eyes as she got off of the bed slowly. "Lay back down I'll clean you up." My lungs were trying their hardest to catch back up and my heart was heard throughout my head as I laid down and closed my eyes, never before had I felt so at peace. Maybe it was just a feeling of complete ecstasy that overwhelmed me but I wondered if I had ever wanted to go back to my other life. Of course, I loved my family and friends but I wasn't...happy.

When I laid down back home in the bedroom I grew up in, I worried about school and the debt that would soon come to rule my life. I thought about how tired I was of working and dealing with people who never truly knew me. Now when I lay down I feel content. No worries except that my parents were ok crossed my mind. Instead, I thought about how the chickens were doing and what we would eat for dinner. I wondered about the movie Amelie would pick out for us next and I felt at ease knowing every little thing was ok and if it didn't feel ok Grace would hold me.

I thought about that as I laid down after dinner and after we had cleaned up, she had told me to go to bed and closed the door. While she sat in her robe in the sitting area, the TV flashed on her moisturized face as she situated her glasses and read a book. At some point, I dozed off but I was woken up to feel her slip into bed next to me, she turned and quickly fell asleep leaving me alone in the giant suite. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't confined to one area. She hadn't tied me up or made sure to secure anything to my harness that lay on the floor so I quietly slipped out of bed and felt the freedom beneath my feet.

I wandered around the dark hotel room wondering how long it would take for the AC to kick on. When it finally did I tip-toed to the door and opened it to see nothing but a hallway. No one was there to stop me. If I wanted to leave I could, if I wanted to take the chance to be on my own I could, if I wanted to see my parents again...I could. Unless everything Amelia said to be true then I could have my old life back.

I could.

I raised my hand towards my collar and thought about the conversation we had while we were eating. Ms. Winslet told me how much she loved to have me as her pet in the bedroom but in real life...in the every day it wasn't her that preferred me on the leash. "What do you mean? My pasta was twirled around my fork but I waited to eat it.

Ms. Winslet hadn't been as patient as she waited for her food to go down, her napkin covering her mouth as she chewed. "Grace loves it. She loves..." she thought a little longer before finishing her sentence. "She loves being the one holding your leash not the one engraved on your collar."

Her vague words made sense in a way but not enough so that I felt satisfied with her answer. I wanted to ask Grace about it, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know how they met and how their lives came to be. I wanted to be there at the dinner table and for some reason, I wanted to be back in bed with Ms. Winslet.

I closed the door as slowly as I had opened it and locked it accordingly. My feet drug me back to the bed where I found it to be even more confined than before. With the blankets up to my neck and warmth radiating beside me, I drifted back to sleep. If I was a fly on the wall watching us I could have seen Amelia close her eyes after watching me and smiling before she herself fell asleep.