Training Randi

Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2009

 November 10, 2009 from Resplendence Publishing

Coming to a stop at the last traffic light before heading out of town, Jeff checked the mirror again and watched as Miranda finger combed her hair and applied lipstick. “Completely unnecessary, darlin,” he said to himself as the light turned green. “Your hair is about to be completely messed after thrashing around on my pillow, and those lip are gonna…” Jeff adjusted himself in a futile effort to decrease the pressure of his zipper against his raging hard on.

While laughing and catching up over a deep dish, double pepperoni pizza, Jeff had come to a couple of very important conclusions; he as very good at reading people. Miranda oozed sexual frustration. Each time he’d tried to steer the conversation toward her personal relationships, or lack thereof, her cheeks had blushed a pretty pink and she’d glanced around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to them. A couple of times he thought she was about to ask him something, but then she’d changed the subject. Well, they weren’t kids anymore, and were about to be completely alone. He was going to find out once and for all if Miranda shared his sexual appetites.

Jeff parked in the driveway. “So much for getting my shit together,” he mumbled, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans. “Maybe I can use it as a conversation starter?” He carefully got out of his truck. Miranda was the only woman who’d ever been able to turn him on by the simple act of existing. He tried to walk normally as he went to her.

“Nice place. You weren’t kidding about your gyms being a success, were you?” Jeff watched with pride as she took in his large brick home and perfectly manicured grounds.

“What is it with you implying I’m less than honest?” He swept her into his arms without preamble and kissed her hard. She was a few inches shorter than he was but they fit together perfectly. He held her tightly enough to feel the gentle poke of her hardened nipples against his chest. He slid one hand down to her lower back and pressed her firmly against his erection. No more beating around bushes. He was going to make love to this woman until she couldn’t remember her name.

“Let’s go inside, Miranda,” he whispered against her ear when he broke the kiss. “My driveway is not where I want to be at the moment.”

“Agreed.”

His cock twitched painfully when he stared down into her passion filled eyes.

Once inside the house, Jeff motioned Miranda to sit on the oversized leather couch that dominated his living room. He remained standing. “I need to tell you something, Miranda.”

“I was kind of hoping to communicate with you in a non-verbal, horizontal sort of way.” Her flirty tone and sexy as hell pout was almost his undoing; almost.

“Oh I plan on doing plenty of that,” he grinned. “But there was a reason I never made love to you and it sure as hell wasn’t because I didn’t want to. Just give me a second to explain.” He waited until she nodded for him to continue.

“I’d   been dating a girl for over a year back in Kansas when I figured it was high time we took things to the next level. I thought we were in love, so I told her exactly what I wanted to do with her in the bedroom. She freaked out and told her father, who just happened to be on the board of trustees at the school we attended. In a hot minute, he made my life a living hell on that campus.

“I was still freaked out and confused when you sashayed into my life. As we spent more time together, it became obvious to me your hot as hell efforts at seduction increased in intensity when I was in any situation that required me to take charge. I started to test my theory with little scenes like the one with Dakota, and it wasn’t long before I realized you were at your sexy best when I was pushing people to their limits, causing a bit of pain.” He hesitated, waiting for her to call him a pervert or run screaming from the room in horror. When she ran her tongue along her lower lip and wiggled her ass on the couch instead, he struggled not to let out a whoop of victory.

“I knew you weren’t ready to deal with those feelings back then and I refused to repeat my mistakes. You need to be honest with me now, though, Miranda. Do you get off on a little pain with your pleasure?”

“I think so,” she whispered so softly it was barely audible, but he heard her. He joined her on the couch, gently pulling her onto his lap.

“But you don’t know for sure? You’ve never experienced the ecstasy that can only be found in the hands of a skilled Master?”

“Jeff, please,” she groaned quietly while shifting in his lap.

“Answer my question, Miranda.” 

“I’ve never experienced ecstasy at anyone’s hands except my own,” she finally responded with a chuckle. “The ability to find the most unsatisfying relationships on the planet is one of my greatest talents. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I’m just not a very passionate person.”

“That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard. You’re on fire right now, from your swelled, beautiful breasts, down to those luscious thighs that you keep desperately trying to reposition.” He slowly stroked a finger up her leg, sliding her skirt above her knees. “I’d bet my last dollar that your pussy is wet and aching for my touch.” He massaged the back of her neck while locking her gaze to his. “You need to be honest with yourself and your lover, Miranda. Tell me what you want from me.” Jeff applied gentle pressure along her neck when she tried to turn away from him. “Now,” he ordered. He watched her expression change from questioning unease to lustful mischief.

“I want you to take control of my body and push me to my limits. I want you to punish me if I’m bad and reward me when I’m good. I want you to be my personal trainer, Jeff. Will you show me what I’ve been missing all these years?”

“With pleasure.”