more from her than he’d wanted from any woman in his life, and it scared the shit out of him, which is probably why he was being almost totally unemotional with her. Emotions were dicey at best, and he didn’t trust his or anyone else’s. He put his faith in what he could see, feel, hear, and smell. Cold, hard evidence – evidence of submission, of desire, of unadulterated pain . . .
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Chapter Four
He was hard as a rock, as he always seemed to be during these discussions of theirs, even the first night when it had been a pretty innocent conversation. It had been her light, bubbly personality as she chatted and teased back and forth with the people in the chat room that had attracted him at first – that along with her nick. Simon had always had a thing for spanking – punishment spanking.
As they’d corresponded over these months, he’d slowly drawn her out about what she liked –
sexually and otherwise - before calmly asking her about her dislikes this evening. He knew that she had a wide range of tastes in music from Toby Keith to Eminem, whom he personally eschewed, that she enjoyed cooking and considered herself a QVC Queen, and that she occasionally overindulged in both jewelry and perfumes.
Personally, beyond his automatic concerns for her bank accounts, he liked both of those things on a woman, most especially the perfume. He didn’t like to see a woman’s hand with a ring on every finger, but a few rings here and there only added to a woman’s allure. But scent – he was extremely interested in scents, and just a walk by a perfume counter at Lord and Taylor or Bloomies would have him buying something in a big bag just so he could hold it in front of him to cover his erection while he walked. He adored pressing his lips to that spot right beneath her ear after they’d both worked all day and just drinking in the potent combination of woman-scent mixed with whatever floral or spicy scent she’d worn that day.
And Maura had long hair, she’d told him. It was the only physical description question he’d asked her, and he really hadn’t even needed that because he had the information from her license and her DMV
picture.
Long hair was almost a fetish with him – or as close to a fetish as he allowed himself – it was right up there with perfume. And Maura’s brownish-blonde hair waved past her shoulders. She was quite pleasant looking, despite how horribly most drivers’ license photos came out.
He sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t hold his lack of emotion – his restraint – against him.
redbotmgirl: You make me uneasy, in general. And, frankly, I don’t know that I necessarily believe that you do what you say you do. It is a bit mythical, isn’t it?
CaptHawk: Well, I find it’s easier to tell the truth when I can – or as close to the truth as I can, considering my line of work – than to keep track of lies.
His philosophy was almost exactly the same as hers. It gave her another chill.redbotmgirl: I happen to agree with that – but there are few on the Internet that would join us in our disgusting honesty.
CaptHawk: I’m sure.
Eventually, she did go out and buy a throwaway cell phone, not mentioning it until she’d gotten it established and charged and had gotten some minutes into her account. She gave him the number in chat one night, and, although she didn’t always keep the phone on, she’d gotten voice mail and caller id. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t even attempted to call her, and Maura wasn’t sure whether or not she was glad about that.
He asked her permission to call in chat one night, and asked her to give him a time when it would be convenient for her to talk to him. She – again – let him know just how amazed she was by his behavior, and told him to call her the next night at seven or so.
Maura sat next to the phone from six-thirty on, some times wishing he’d call early, other times wishing he wouldn’t call at all. What was she
28
Chapter Four
He was hard as a rock, as he always seemed to be during these discussions of theirs, even the first night when it had been a pretty innocent conversation. It had been her light, bubbly personality as she chatted and teased back and forth with the people in the chat room that had attracted him at first – that along with her nick. Simon had always had a thing for spanking – punishment spanking.
As they’d corresponded over these months, he’d slowly drawn her out about what she liked –
sexually and otherwise - before calmly asking her about her dislikes this evening. He knew that she had a wide range of tastes in music from Toby Keith to Eminem, whom he personally eschewed, that she enjoyed cooking and considered herself a QVC Queen, and that she occasionally overindulged in both jewelry and perfumes.
Personally, beyond his automatic concerns for her bank accounts, he liked both of those things on a woman, most especially the perfume. He didn’t like to see a woman’s hand with a ring on every finger, but a few rings here and there only added to a woman’s allure. But scent – he was extremely interested in scents, and just a walk by a perfume counter at Lord and Taylor or Bloomies would have him buying something in a big bag just so he could hold it in front of him to cover his erection while he walked. He adored pressing his lips to that spot right beneath her ear after they’d both worked all day and just drinking in the potent combination of woman-scent mixed with whatever floral or spicy scent she’d worn that day.
And Maura had long hair, she’d told him. It was the only physical description question he’d asked her, and he really hadn’t even needed that because he had the information from her license and her DMV
picture.
Long hair was almost a fetish with him – or as close to a fetish as he allowed himself – it was right up there with perfume. And Maura’s brownish-blonde hair waved past her shoulders. She was quite pleasant looking, despite how horribly most drivers’ license photos came out.
He sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t hold his lack of emotion – his restraint – against him.
redbotmgirl: You make me uneasy, in general. And, frankly, I don’t know that I necessarily believe that you do what you say you do. It is a bit mythical, isn’t it?
CaptHawk: Well, I find it’s easier to tell the truth when I can – or as close to the truth as I can, considering my line of work – than to keep track of lies.
His philosophy was almost exactly the same as hers. It gave her another chill.redbotmgirl: I happen to agree with that – but there are few on the Internet that would join us in our disgusting honesty.
CaptHawk:
Eventually, she did go out and buy a throwaway cell phone, not mentioning it until she’d gotten it established and charged and had gotten some minutes into her account. She gave him the number in chat one night, and, although she didn’t always keep the phone on, she’d gotten voice mail and caller id. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t even attempted to call her, and Maura wasn’t sure whether or not she was glad about that.
He asked her permission to call in chat one night, and asked her to give him a time when it would be convenient for her to talk to him. She – again – let him know just how amazed she was by his behavior, and told him to call her the next night at seven or so.
Maura sat next to the phone from six-thirty on, some times wishing he’d call early, other times wishing he wouldn’t call at all. What was she
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