Temporally Yours
The Key
Richard Savage
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Erotic Paranormal Romance
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Chapter Two
Time and Tide

The business in the café completed, Patrick picked up his briefcase and taking her hand, ushered Susan, through the maze of crowded tables, to the exit.

His heart was filled with joy as hand in hand, they walked down the street.

He loved the happy metallic clatter of her heels on the pavement; it was the sound of his dreams coming to fruition. The air was hot and muggy, the smell of car exhausts, the waft of scents, the perfume of a fellow pedestrian, the smell of fresh bread from a patisserie, and the aroma of rich dark coffee from a street café, were all woven into a rich tapestry for the senses. The street was filled with the metropolis’ hubbub and the pavement bustled with shoppers. As they walked to the hotel, they were pushed closer together. Patrick slipped his arm across her shoulders and guided her through the jostling people.

In Patrick’s eyes, Susan appeared small and defenseless. Protectiveness swelled within him as they moved along the street. It was a wonderfully empowering feeling, to be the one in control, and the responsibility sat comfortably on his shoulders.

It was breathtaking to be that needed. He craved her need. More than raw animal desire, though in truth it was that too, he loved her with all his heart. He wanted Susan by his side every day, not just for these wonderful, passionate, trysts. He felt so alive and he wanted to feel this way, be this close to Susan every day, for the rest of his life.
His pace quickened. He wanted to get her alone as soon as he could.

With his arm tight around her, Susan felt safe. So close to this large protective man, she felt that nothing could harm her.

She looked up at him as they walked towards the hotel. Their eyes met, that smoldering look of desire told her all she needed to know.

He was strong and steady as a rock. She saw in his warm, hazel eyes openness and honesty. She knew he would never hurt her and for all these reasons, she trusted him completely.  Her heart was full of joy. She could not wait to be possessed by her Lord and Master.

As Patrick checked in Susan stood a pace or so behind. It was a busy place, all the better for this tryst, nobody would know or care about their presence. The hotel foyer was much the same as she had seen on her stopovers, a little ostentatiously decorated and looking as if a coat of paint would not go amiss. Low maintenance rented potted palms were scattered in interesting nooks in the wall. People mulled waiting for bellhops. She was vaguely aware of the conversation Patrick was having with the receptionist. He seemed delighted, when he came back to her.

“I have the key sweetie. I have asked for a nice quiet room.” He smiled conspiratorially. “I have specifically asked for a secluded place, where we won’t be seen.

Susan returned his smile and said cheekily, “You know it isn’t necessary? Right?” She was amused that he would ask for the quiet room.

He stroked her cheek and kissed her softly. “Yes, I know but it is more fun this way. The receptionist thinks we are having an affair. Or that we are going to engage in wild kinky sex.”

Susan returned his smile and added, “I seriously can’t imagine that she could picture the kind of time I think we are going to have.”

Patrick smiled warmly, took her arm, and guided her as they walked to the rather old-fashioned, but stylish, mirrored, art deco elevator.

The door juddered slightly as it opened with an old world ting. They entered and Patrick confidently pressed the floor button. There was a delay, as the elevator seemed to be thinking about the instruction. Patrick was just about to press the button again, when the door came to life and slid closed.

They were the sole occupants of the elevator. Susan didn’t want to waste a precious second of their time together. She moved closer to Patrick. She felt so nurtured. Patrick had given her the confidence to be happy with who she was. He had given her the freedom to be happy with her own body and with her own desires. He was the first man who didn’t make her feel strange for wanting to give herself so completely to a man and she loved him for it. Looking into his eyes she said, “With all my heart I love you.”

They sank into a warm loving embrace. His arms surrounded her, held her securely. His protective manliness enveloped her and made her tingle from head to toe as their lips came together. She held him tightly, feeling him pull her body closer to his. She was aware of the wetness of her panties as his thigh pressed between her legs. She pressed herself against his leg relishing the pressure. Her hands gripped his ass. She was aware of the tactile feeling beneath her hands, as she squeezed. She could feel the fabric of his trousers and then the solid, firmness of him beneath. She pulled him even closer, loving the hard masculine feel of his body. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her yielding flesh.

She felt his ardent tongue probe her lips, which parted for him. She surrendered willingly. His insistent tongue ravaged her; she gave him full access to her mouth, thinking that soon he would take possession of her body.

He could feel her tremble as he held her in his arms. She was so small and delicate, like a flower, wafting in a warm summer breeze yet he knew from previous encounters, how strong she was. From their many times together he knew how submissive she was, but her enthusiasm for their embrace, her grip on his ass and her breathiness as they kissed reminded him she was no passive love partner. He could feel her passion and loved that her fervor matched his own.

The gap between their meetings had been too long. He thought of the long nights alone, joined by a phone line that united them across the miles. They had developed this easy rapport over the years. He loved the openness that had developed between them and their ability to share the most intimate details of their fantasies.

He thought back to the early days of their relationship. They had been friends for a long time before things had become sexual. Their meetings had been friendly in the beginning. Candlelight dinners, movies, the theatre, their tastes had been well matched. The more they had gotten to know each other, the more they found they had in common and each new commonality brought them closer.

He had surprised himself, by how tentative he had been, when it had come to broaching the subject of sex with Susan. It had not been because of a lack of desire, but more the worry of risking a friendship. In Susan, he had found a true soul mate, someone who made him happy and he’d been loathe to risk what they had. He had been relieved to find that Susan had shared the same worry. With the mutual fear discussed, there had followed a night of sensitive, tender lovemaking.

After this most tentative of starts, he had been surprised by how quickly and how easily they had been able to communicate their innermost thoughts. First, it had been a total intimacy of minds, talking about fantasies, breaking down the social taboos, his need to control, hers to submit. He loved their sheer willingness to explore every topic under the sun. They talked of her desire to be restrained and their mutual willingness to explore things they had never explored before. They discussed water sports, corporal punishment and anal sex, in a way that was unashamed and unreserved.

As their relationship grew over the months and years, his love for her had deepened. Like two romantic pioneers, their exploration had taken them to new heights.

The only thing that stood between them was their lifestyles and their career choices, but those things fragmented their lives. There were the wonderful loving moments, but they were segmented between the disagreeable breaks apart. The desire to be together was strong and this had led to an upside to the breaks, the phone calls.

During their late night phone trysts they had explored their fantasies, talking of soft tender times, of kisses, hugs and cuddles, while his hands stroked his penis and he listened to her sighs and gasps as he imagined her fingers playing in her soft silken crease.

Their erotic chats covered the spectrum of desires and tastes, from the soft to the raw. They talked into the early hours, husky voices whispering hard-edged fantasies of BDSM, bondage, toys and clamps. He remembered heated voices close to climax, uttering their love within the framework of domination and submission as they enjoyed the ultimate surrender of one to the other in a glorious power exchange.

They had explored the subject of domination and submission on many occasions. He knew she loved the intense excitement and heightened emotional states it brought because of the passionate way she described the scenes of her fantasies. He remembered the husky tone of her voice as she had described the humiliation of being exhibited in public, the lusty way she depicted the way she wanted him to tie her down to the bed, and the way she willingly gave her body to him. When she spoke of her submission, she did so joyously and with unashamed enthusiasm. He remembered slowly stroking his penis, on these occasions, as she told him how she wanted to be used, how she wanted to be spanked and kissed. He remembered the intensity of the orgasms, his ears ringing with her gravelly voice, as she described how she longed to be fucked, by his hard cock, how she wanted to feel him inside her hot pussy, how she ached to take him in her tight ass. As he listened to her voice on the other end of the telephone line, he would often hear her cum for him, his own passionate moans pushing her to climax.

It had made him feel honored to be so trusted by her. He also found that level of trust a very strong aphrodisiac.

Their power exchange had been the subject of their last phone call, which had lasted into the small hours of the morning. In that steamy night’s chat, they had explored the idea of her total submission to his every whim, to his total control. It had started softly and slowly, as most of their encounters did. He sat on the edge of his bed wrapped comfortably in his thick cotton-toweling robe. He had adjusted the lights, darkening the room. The phone connection made, he sank back onto the bed, making himself comfortable.

“How are you tonight?” he said longing to hear her voice.

“I’m fine, it has been a long day, it is nice to unwind, and it’s lovely to hear your voice.”

He figured that she must have had a long day, as there was tiredness in her voice, but it sounded sweet to his ears. “What have you been doing to get ready for our conversation?”

There was a brief pause. He pictured her playing with her earlobe, as she often did when she was getting what she wanted to say straight in her own mind before speaking the words aloud. “I have had a long bath, washed my hair. I shaved myself smooth for you, the way you like me.”

There was another pause. He knew she wanted his approval and he answered with a simple, “You are a good girl, that pleases me.” The words were simple but the meaning was deep, his possession of her, him giving approval.

He got as much from it as she did, he loved having someone who needed his praise. He never failed to get a buzz from that. He was the dominant, though it had not escaped him that it had been Susan that had initiated her surrender rather than he who had asked for it. He loved her submissive nature. It was like they were two halves of the same coin and he would never forget that her submission was a beautiful gift.

She continued, “After I dried myself I put on the black lace bra and panties you brought back from your last trip to Europe.” There was a pause, which Patrick filled with a grunt of approval. “And my stockings and the garter belt you like me to wear… I hope you approve?”

He knew that she already knew the answer to that question, but he filled in the blank. “Yes I totally approve. It pleases me greatly.” He loved the feeling of power and the intense feeling of being in total control. Yes, she was doing what he asked, but she was doing it for the sole purpose of giving him pleasure. He pictured her there dressed for him, dressed for his inspection. His erection rose from beneath the cotton of his toweling robe and he began to toy with the thickening flesh. “What are you doing right now?” He listened intently for the reply.

“I am on the bed, with all my toys around me, waiting for your command. What would you have your humble servant do to please you?”

He heard her voice calm, yet a little huskier than normal. He heard the arousal in her words. He found her excitement stimulating his own thoughts of carnal pleasure. “It would please me if you would feel your breasts for me. Feel their weight. Feel the size and shape.” He left little pauses, where he listened for her sighs, listened to the soundscape, which painted his own mental picture of what she was doing. All the while he spoke his own deft fingers stroked, enough to keep him stimulated, but not enough to take his mind of the most important thing, Susan. “Feel your nipples for me please.”

“Yes Sir.”

He heard her sigh a little. “Does that feel nice?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“You are most welcome my pet. Squeeze a little harder for me please.” He heard her sigh turn slowly to a moan as he pictured the increase of pressure. In his mind’s eye, he could see her back arch. “A little more.” Over the phone came a little gasp of air. He paused, “And relax….” There was an audible exhale. “How do you feel?”

Her voice was slow and husky, “Wonderful, thank you Sir.”

By her tone, he could tell that she was all right. They had been having sexual encounters on the phone for some time and he had always followed each session with asking how it was for her. He prided himself on the fact that he could hear in each inflection of her voice, her precise state of mind, a thing that some couples didn’t enjoy in face-to-face meetings. He could tell her state of arousal by the pace of her breathing. To be able to enjoy this connection from separate corners of the globe was truly an incredible thing.

“I am very pleased and proud of you.”

“Thank you Sir.”

Patrick rubbed a tear of pre-cum off his penis, with his thumb and licked it, picturing Susan tasting him. “Are you wet my pet?”

“Yes Sir, very wet and all in your honor my master.”

He remembered how difficult it had been, to get Susan to the point where she could vocalize her erotic thoughts. He recalled her tentative steps and the way he had encouraged her baby steps.

Through the vocabulary of the medical words for their genitalia to the more base Anglo-Saxon, it had been a long journey through the briar patch of sensibilities, but by and by, he had made her feel comfortable using profanities. He wanted her to be able to describe the act she wanted to experience. He was pleased with the progress she had made and found it an immense turn on to hear her talking dirty. There was something delicious about hearing such dirty words, from such a tender lady.

“I would like you to stroke your panties between your labia,” he paused picturing the scene. “Run your finger along your slit for me please, from your clit to your pussy.” He paused allowing time for the action. “And back again.” Another pause. “Feel good?”

Her only reply was a “hmmmmmmm” like a cat that had gotten the cream.

It gave him pleasure to be the one to give her pleasure, to be in control of the scene, making this happen. “Press a little harder my pet. Push your panties harder against your pussy for me.” Her moan told him she was complying with the instruction. “A little harder.” He paused to make a space for her moan, which followed. He could tell by the pitch she was close to climax. He wanted her to cum, yet wanted the bittersweet tension to continue. “I would like you to stop please.”

There was no disguising the disappointment in her voice. “Yes Sir.”

Though he knew she was disappointed not to cum he also knew she would be lifted to new heights by playing this tantalizing game of tease and denial. The power to do this, to control this personal activity with his words, to be the one whose command would grant or deny her orgasm was a powerful aphrodisiac. He felt privileged, that she had trusted him enough to give him this power over her body, to relinquish her self-will.

“Spread your legs for me please,” he paused for the task. “I want you to feel the nylon of your stockings, feel the sheer material. I want you to feel it with my hands, feel it as if I were there with you now. Feel the warmth of your hand on your leg. Imagine me looking down on you, your legs spread. Open. Wet.” He paused for dramatic effect. “I want to spank you.” He knew she was excited by being spanked, I want you to ask me.”

There was no hesitation, but a tremble of desire in her voice “Please Sir, would you do the honor of spanking me?”

“It would give me great pleasure, where would you like me to spank you?” He squeezed his cock in anticipation of her words.

“My body is yours to do with as you will.”

Her words were music to his ears, and were he a lesser man he would have cum there and then he was so excited. “I wish to spank your pussy.” He paused to let his words sink in. “Three good ones, on my command please.” He paused to let her anticipation build.

“One!” There was a resounding smack and the sound of her sucking in her breath, a sound he echoed. “Two!” The smack sounded even harder, so was her indrawn breath and his response. “Make the last one nice for me!” The third crack was louder still, and so was his appreciative sigh. “God I am hungry for you.”

“Sir I am hungry for you. Fuck me please. Please Sir. I need you now!”

Her voice held desperation and he was torn between giving her what she craved and his need to control her. His own voice trembled a little, giving away the fact that his own hand was gripping, slowly stroking, and that his own climax could be hastened very easily. He exercised the same restraint with himself as he did with his lady.
“You have the phallus? The pink one?” They had bought the toy together on a stopover in Baltimore, and the vibrator was the size and thickness of his own penis.

“Yes I have it right here, Sir.” Her voice was keen with anticipation, hot with hunger.

“Kiss the tip for me please.” He could hear the moist sound of her lips opening, the noise of her anointing the phallus. His own penis ached for release, yet he knew he would wait until he had her orgasmic cry.

“I would like you to feel the size and shape.” His ears listened to the soundscape. “Know I am going to fuck you long and hard,” he heard her muffled moan. “Now I want you to take my cock from your lips, I want you to pull your panties aside, I want you to put the head of my penis to your nether lips.” Again, he paused, to give her time to comply. “It would please me if you would slide it up inside.” Down the phone came her moans and sighs as the phallus was buried deeply. “Your time has come. Time again to ask for what you want.”

“If it pleases you Sir, I give myself to you, I need you. Please Sir, please Sir have the body I offer you. Fuck me now! Please Sir! Fuck me now!”

He heard the urgency in her words and knew she had waited quite long enough. “Turn on the vibrator please.” He could hear the faint buzz in the background. “Slowly, very slowly, I want you to slide it in and out.” Although miles separated them, her pants of pleasure matched his own, as he stroked his cock to the same rhythm. They were one beneath the stars.

“I want you to feel every inch. All the way in, all the way out.” He listened for her response, and was rewarded with her sighs and moans of exertion. He felt his own crisis quickening. “Harder! My pet, harder!” Her moans and breaths shortened. He gripped his cock tight, picturing it in her silken sheath. He knew she must hear the strain in his voice. “Harder! Faster!”

“Please Sir... May I...”

He could hear her at the very brink of climax. His pause now was excruciating for them both.

“Please!”

“Yes… My pet you may…” His words gave him power, that power made him feel exultant to be the one to grant pleasure. His grip around his penis tightened, his own need called. He found his pulse racing; the sound of her climax filled his head. In his mind, he was right there, right with her, his cock filling her, his weight pinning her to the bed, his cum surging into her rather than onto his stomach.

He lay there panting, listening to her heavy breathing, on the other end of the phone. Her breaths came in short gasps.

He felt a profound sense of wellbeing. He was calm and relaxed. He listened quietly, as her breathing became less labored, as she began to relax. He could almost hear the ripples of orgasm subsiding
“Are you ok?” He felt the ripples of his climax slowly dissipating.

“I feel wonderful.”

He loved that she sounded as chilled-out as he felt. “I am pleased… You sounded as if you needed that?” He waited a moment. “It gave me great pleasure, to hear you cum.”

“Thank you Sir. I did need to cum. I have been wound up all day.” Her voice stopped, as if contemplating what to say next. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, I want to serve you in the flesh. I want to feel you inside me. I want to be yours. All yours.” Her pause made him hungry for her next words, “Your requests for tomorrow, Sir? How can I serve you? Make it better for you?”

He had most of the following day mapped out in his mind. “I would like you to wear those new fitted panties I sent you.” He listened intently for her reply.

“Hmmmmm. Goodness, that will be interesting. Another first.  Will there be any other instructions, Sir?”

“Only for you to dress to please me.”

“That goes without saying, my sweet master. You are always in my mind when I dress. It might be the airline on show, but it is you next to my skin.”

Their words were soft like summer rain, their chat felt like the warm cuddle following lovemaking. Their tireless conversation carried on long into the morning.

In the hours he waited for her, thoughts of her had consumed him. He had replayed the phone call in his mind over and over and it had fuelled his hunger. His penis had never really softened from waking this morning. The whole subject of power exchange was on his mind. He was dominant, but his power carried with it responsibilities, her safety, and her pleasure. He loved her dearly and wanted to be the one to give her all she needed.

The elevator went up smoothly, but all that mattered to Susan was the closeness of her master, his warmth, his presence, his scent. Her tongue danced with his, a passionate tango. She couldn’t help thinking of the afternoon of sensual delights, ahead. She remembered the phone calls and e-mails over the last week that had led them both to this. Her body tingled with excitement. She could not wait to get to the room.

Last night’s call had fuelled one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.  His silken voice had played in her mind, painting erotic scenes for her pleasure. While his words had stirred her emotions with the plans for this day, her fingers had strummed her sensitive kernel of desire. She was excited hearing his plans, the silken ties, the toys, and instructions for her clothing. She loved that he cared so much that he would plan her life in such detail. It made her feel wanted.

The stream of eroticism filled her mind as their tongues danced. She was so aroused, she felt that she could almost cum, right here and now. She loved the feel of his hard body, the penetrating kiss, his physical presence, pressed tight up against her. In her mind, she recalled her passionate gasps down the phone last night, the way she had surrendered herself as Patrick listened.

The feel of his erection brought her back into the present and made her aware of his hardness, and her own wetness, the fact that her body was ready and willing to serve.

Their kiss and embrace ended reluctantly as the elevator clattered to a halt. The bright little bell chimed and the door opened shakily.

They breezed down the corridor of the fourth floor, with the haste of teenage lovers. Susan shared every bit of Patrick’s hunger. She yearned to get to the privacy of their hotel room, to give herself to the man she loved.

Temporally Yours is a four fan read. It is an erotic paranormal romance which includes graphic language and fetish elements.

The Key is a three fan read. It is a contemporary romance short story which includes no fetish content.

Ric Savage weaves together a fantastic tale of power exchange and romance where the lovers are living out their dreams on borrowed time. I am truly delighted by the story and look forward to more by this author. -- Robert Cloud Author Toy's Story: Acquisition of a Sex Toy and The Crimson Z

Ric Savage has once again touched the heart of this reader.  His first published work in "The Crimson Z" brought tears to my eyes and these two works brought smiles to my lips.  The relationship between the Dominant and submissive is explained very well in "Temporally Yours" and if you ever had any questions about those relationships, Ric has answered them here. In "Temporally Yours", Patrick and Susan have found something that most people long for, whatever their particular choice of lifestyles... a lasting and deep love with caring, respect and honor.  Susan and Patrick glow with the love they share.  The added element of the watches created by Zachariah brings another nuance of magic to the love they have found. The erotic exchange of power between these two is electrifying and may lead you to want to find out more! -- Lee Rush Author Bound by Fate and The Crimson Z