'Lessons' - Chapter Two
by Tiffin
© 1999 Tiffin, all rights reserved
Jorge patience in teaching Anna the finer points of sexual arousal were astounding. The first lesson began with a simple feather from a raven.
One Sunday morning laying in their bed, snuggled in each other arms reading the paper Jorge suddenly asked Anna, "Sweet, do you trust me?"
Giggling against Jorge's chest being completely naked with the sun peeking through the sheer drapes and neither covered the question perplexed Anna. "Jorge?"
"Anna do you trust me completely?"
Anna nodded. A quick kiss to the tip of Anna's nose Jorge leaped from the bed walked over to his armoire. Anna enjoy Jorge's lack of concern about nakedness, Anna's admired the backside of Jorge as he stepped across the bedroom. His wide shoulders narrowing down to slim hips, firm butt, and those spidery long legs as he fumbled in the chest looking for what she had no idea.
Just watching him Anna could feel the flush come to her face and the heat surge in her loins. As Jorge turned Anna saw his thoughts were matching her own. When he had jumped from the bed he had been flaccid, now though lust not only showed in his blue eyes turning them a clouded black, but no man could hide the fact of arousal when naked. Laughing Anna swept her arms open expecting Jorge to land softly besides her in the bed and begin the love making process again. Instead Jorge took her right arm placing something around her wrist. Anna felt the cold metal bite against her skin as Jorge clicked the item closed. Drawing in a short gasp Anna had a moment of panic. Quicker than lightning her left wrist was entwined in the coldness also. "Jorge what the hell are you doing?"
Kissing Anna's nose and cheek, Jorge murmured, "Trust me, my little one." With that Jorge soon had her wrists penned to the antique headboard.
Slightly embarrassed as Jorges eyes took in her nakedness, Anna could only twist and turn on the bed. Slowly and with the lightest touch Jorge trailed the raven's feather down her right arm, circled her armpit, followed the slight swell of her breast up to the hollow of her throat, back down across the other swelling nipple, up her arm to the palm of her left hand. Goose bumps rose along the feather's path on Anna's skin. The faint tickling was overwhelming in pleasure. Ann's breath was fast short grasps for air. For another hour Jorge tantalized Anna's torso with the black feather. Every nerve in Ann's body screamed for pleasurable release. A grin made its appearance on Jorge's face as Anna moaned and thrust her hip towards his hand holding the feather low on her stomach. "Please Jorge, take me now," was all she was able to whisper as spasms shook her body. Jorge held Anna's delicate body against his own as the orgasm Anna experienced quieted.
Eyes wide Anna asked, "Jorge how did that happen? You never once touched me with any part of yourself?" Confused and dazed Anna began to cry.
Wrapping Anna tighter in his hug Jorge talked and explained the pleasures of the body. "This is just one of many wonders our journey together will experience."
It wasn't long after this morning that Jorge introduced the whip for her use upon him.
"Never use the whip in malice my dove. It's only usage is to bring pleasure to the person tasting its sweetness against their skin. Not to cripple them with pain." With that Jorge laid the black short whip in her hands. Soon skilled as mistress of the whip, Anna knew her true nature as a sexual being.
During the months that followed, Jorge slowly introduced Anna to various business partners and Savanna's society, opening a world completely new to Anna. School was progressing smoothly. Love of her home and Jorge filled the daily moments with a power of its own. Life was full of surprises and happiness for Anna.
For seven years the happiness lasted.
Over the horizon the long haul trucker was just entering the city limits of Savanna at the same moment Jorge was backing the car out of the driveway blowing kisses to Anna standing at the doorway. Child like in her flashes of olive naked skin, as she opened and closed her robe; Jorge wished he could stay home and make love to this she-devil of a woman all day and night. But a client was waiting for a court appearance and Judge Matthews had little tolerance for late lawyers.
Humming as he drove along the side roads into town, Jorge never heard nor saw the truck as it plowed though the red light, smashing and dragging his car another mile before churning to a sloppy stop. By then it was too late. Jorge's neck broke at impact and his body was crushed. The doctor who performed the autopsy told Anna death had been instant.