Chapter 26

"Was that what you were looking for, lover?" Elaina asked when he awoke a half-hour later.

"Um, I guess," he muttered noncommittally.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" she queried in a imperious tone. "I don't believe I heard you quite right." She stared him down with hot eyes and a cocked eyebrow.

Rob's eyes widened as he realized where she was taking this ... and he went there willing.

"Y-yes, Mistress," he stammered. "It was perfect."

"Better," she condescended. "And I'm sure you can do better still next time."

"Of course, Mistress," Rob simpered.

"And what would you say if next time I used silken ropes?" She was testing him, and there was only one answer he could offer.

"As you wish, Mistress."

"And what would you say if I tied you down while Dawn fucked you? Whoa!"

It was then Rob noticed he was still inside Elaina, and her words had caused him to harden instantly. Elaina's cry was from being so suddenly filled by his hard cock.

"I think you like that idea, don't you, little boy?" she demanded teasingly. "And I think you need to prove you know how to use that thing."

So saying, she used her legs to keep them joined and rolled them over, putting him on top. Showing amazing dexterity and flexibility, she pulled her legs back and placed them on his shoulders. Her core was wide open to him now.

Her eyes had gone from hot to smoldering when she told him, "Pound me, sweeting. Make me scream out your name."

He was so hard it was as if every inch of his cock was on fire, and he felt every richly textured and silken inch of her channel. Taking her at her word, he began pounding into her forcefully, pulling completely free with each stroke and reentering her swiftly, feeling his cock impacting her cervix with each driving thrust. It was only the speed of his advance that kept his cock from wandering off target.

Her body shuddered with each impact, her breasts bouncing wildly about. Ten strokes in she had her first orgasm. Her body tried locking him up, but the force of his thrusts and her own oils kept him moving. By her third orgasm she was screaming his name while flinging her head about.

Despite the intense stimulation, Rob managed to hold out long enough to hear her cry out his name. Losing concentration as his semen boiled up his cock, the strength of his onrushing orgasm lifted his cock when he pulled out, and his last thrust missed. Their groins slammed together, with his scrotum pressed into her folds and his cock pressing on her clitoris. His orgasm overwhelmed him and he shot hot semen all over her breasts and belly. Elaina's head came up at the unfamiliar heat on her skin, and she watched transfixed as his cock spewed on her. Above her, Rob shuddered and groaned through his orgasm, a look of intense pain on his face.

"I've never seen that before," she said with lust in her voice. "That was so hot seeing how hard you shoot your come." She ran her fingers through the cooling ejaculate, spreading it around and rubbing it in. "Now I know why I can feel it so strongly when you do that inside me."

Panting above her, Rob laughingly said, "I can't believe I missed!"

They got up to take a shower together. As they walked to the bathroom, Rob pointed out places she'd missed as she continued spreading his seed around. He reached out and pinched a slippery nipple playfully, then unconsciously wiped his fingers on his leg.

They wasted no time in the shower, going for clean rather than playful, both still too sensitive for contact to be comfortable.

Later the next morning, Elaina whipped up a quick breakfast for Rob, saying she was good for now when he offered a vein. Rob brewed a pot of coffee while watching her cook.

"You're spoiling me, you know that don't you?" he kidded her.

"Sometimes it's good for the Mistress to serve in turn," she replied seriously. "Rob, you do everything I ask of you, and I know I ask a lot. This helps keep me grounded."

He poured a cup of coffee and doctored it up. Sitting down, he smiled happily as he watched her, loving the way her ass twitched and wriggled as she worked.

"Thank you."

Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at his contentment and answered, "You're welcome."

He scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs from the plate she'd served him with a thoughtful look on his face. After swallowing, he said, "It's New Years Eve. Did you have any plans for this evening?"

Elaina asked about work, and Rob briefly explained about the floating holiday and his choosing this day off.

"Well," she drawled playfully, "I had planned on spending the evening putting my little boy through his paces, but I'm up for anything you might suggest."

Rob choked on his eggs and grabbed for his coffee to wash them down. He discarded the quick answer for a more considered one and said, "There's a city-sponsored gathering downtown for New Years Eve. They have fireworks at midnight and vendors everywhere. I'd heard it was fun but I've never gone. How about we go there?"

"That sounds good," she replied. "Let's do that. I'll need to go home to get something to wear. Hmm, you know what? I think I'll head out now and bring my clothes over here."

"Sounds like a plan," Rob agreed.

Elaina stood and leaned down to get a kiss. She dropped her apron on a chair and ran off to get dressed while he continued eating. She stopped on the way out to inform him there had better not be any dirty dishes when she got back, then she gave him a bruising kiss and went out the door.

After he finished eating, he dutifully washed the dishes, even drying and putting them away. He swiped the counters with a quick sponge and called it done.

Several hours later, Elaina returned carrying a large garment bag and a medium-sized suitcase, dragging a smaller case with wheels and a handle, a compact case riding on top of that.

"You know," Rob said, "You need to watch that. Most women wouldn't have been able to handle all that in one trip."

"Oh, I don't know. I've seen a determined woman lug around more than this," Elaina replied airily. Rob just shook his head.

"What have you got there anyway?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"As often as you spring things on me," she replied acerbically, "I thought I'd bring a few things over, just in case."

Rob eyed the pile. "A few things?"

"Never mind that. Go make room," she ordered. He shrugged and went to make room.

It didn't take as much effort as he'd thought it would. Once he consolidated his stuff he found there was plenty of room. She didn't think so, but she managed to fit it all in anyway. Rob recognized several of the items from times they'd gone out, but there seemed to be something missing.

"I don't see any, um, foundation garments in your stuff. Didn't you bring any?" he asked timidly.

Elaina shrugged. "Only the gentry wore 'small clothes' when I was growing up, and I never liked brassieres. So I don't have any."

"None?" he asked incredulously.

"Nope," she answered sardonically.

"You mean, right now, you don't have any panties on?" he asked with wide eyes.

"I never have any panties on. I don't own any." She began to catch on that this was arousing him. "You can't tell me that after all this time, you've never noticed that you didn't have to take panties off of me. Or a bra."

"Oh, man!" he groaned. "You're killing me here." She laughed at him and went back to arranging her clothes in his closet. He looked at the drawers he'd cleared and realized she wouldn't need them. She didn't have anything to put in them.

Around two o'clock, Rob asked if she would mind taking a trip with him.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"I try to visit my mother on New Years Eve. She usually goes to a friend's house to celebrate and always winds up staying over. This'll be the last chance I get to see her this year."

She smirked at his sentiment. Realizing he was serious she quickly agreed. They had dressed for the celebration earlier, so all he had to do was contact the limo company.

"Rob, wait," Elaina said when he opened his phone. Closing it, he looked at her curiously. "I was going to surprise you with this later, but now's as good a time as any."

Still wondering what she was talking about, she held out a closed hand and told him to open his. When he extended his open palm to her, she dropped something that jingled in it.

It was a car key with a leather fob that had the image of a horse's head embossed on the leather.

"No way!" Rob exclaimed. "You brought the Mustang?"

"Did you really think I got all that luggage over here in a taxi?" she said smiling. "I thought you might like to take it out."

Rob gave her a great big hug, then urged her to hurry up so they could get to his mother's in style.

They got down to the street in record time, for Rob anyway, and there it sat. Gleaming black and chrome with louvered rear and vent windows, the car radiated leashed power. Using the key to unlock the door – who did that anymore? – he ushered her in and ran to the driver's side. He looked up to see Doug drooling from the stoop. As he clambered into the seat, Elaina made the comment "boys and their toys." Rob retorted with "and whose car is this?" She laughed loudly, flashing her fangs.

Rob had noticed that windows had a very dark tint, but once inside it was barely noticeable.

"What's with the glass?" he asked.

"It's polarized. Keeps me safe in the event I get caught by the sun. It's not ... comfortable, but it works."

He turned the key in the ignition and the car started with a muffled roar, settling down quickly to a throaty purr. He wasn't sure but he thought it might be one of those Mustangs with a larger power plant that made it seem as if it were champing at the bit. He dropped the manual transmission into first and eased away from the curb. It responded to his every move like it was an extension of himself.