Chapter 9: Yankee Doodle Dandy


“This is the first time I’ve done this,” I said as the horse started to pull the carriage Eric and I were sitting in. I’d walked through Central Park but I’d never done the carriage ride before.

“I haven’t done it in years. I think the last time was when I moved here,” he replied. He had his arm over the back of the seat behind my back.

I was glad I had a sweater on. There was a chill in the air that wasn’t uncommon for almost mid-May. Being close to a human space heater helped quite a bit.

“I haven’t been to Ellis Island either,” I confessed. I hadn’t been to the Statue of Liberty either but that was one of the bucket list things Hadley and I were supposed to do.

“I’ve only been because of clients. I haven’t really paid much attention while I was there. It’s shitty of me, but when I’m working that’s where all my focus is,” he told me.

“That’s not shitty. I’m sure your clients appreciate that your focus is on them and not on any shiny thing that gets your attention,” I said.

“True. I did blow someone off the other day to sext you,” he snorted.

“That’s quite the compliment.”

“You should take it as such.” He leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“Well riddle me this, Batman, if you weren’t living in New York, where would you want to live?” I rested my hand on his thigh and teasingly rubbed the inside of it. I knew I was damn close to touching his cock.

“I probably would have stayed in Michigan and found a different profession. I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I left college. I answered an ad when I was looking for a job, that’s how I became a casting agent,” he explained.

“I’ve never been to Michigan. It looks pretty in all those Pure Michigan commercials, though.”

“It’s a beautiful state. I’ve found I’m most comfortable here in New York. I’m close to the ocean here, and to the city. I can also be to my parents’ place in a couple hours.”

“That’s nice. Maybe someday I’ll get out there just to check it out.” If it wouldn’t have been too much for Gran, I might have embarked on my own world tour. Traveling the world and sampling everything it had to offer would have been nice, but I couldn’t just take off after what happened to Hadley. I couldn’t go to Eastern Europe and let Gran worry herself to death about me being kidnapped by sex traffickers.

“Maybe if you and I are still seeing each other when I head that way next you can come with me,” he suggested.

“I’d like that,” I smiled.

“You’d have to be okay with meeting my parents if that’s okay…”

“I’d be okay with that. Would you be okay with that?” My hand might have moved up an inch.

“If we’re still seeing each other then, I would be. There’s something about you… this is different than with other women,” he told me.

“I’m still going with the boobs,” I joked.

“They are fabulous,” he grinned. He leaned over to kiss me. He didn’t remove my hand from his inner thigh.

I lost a few minutes of the tour because of those lips. They were good at cancelling out the rest of the world. It was funny how different things could turn out from the way I expected them to. In less than a week it had become obvious to me that whatever Eric and I had, it wasn’t just casual. Maybe it wouldn’t last forever and I wasn’t having thoughts about him being The One, but there was something special about him too.

“I was planning on going home but with Dr. Brigant making a house call, I’m not sure I want to,” I confessed.

“If Gran is anything like you, you’re not going to want to see what’s happening if you go home early,” he chuckled. “Would you like to come home with me?”

“Thinking about it. I have a change of clothes in my bag just in case.”

“Smart girl.” He dipped his head to nibble the side of my neck.

“I don’t want to keep you up too late since it’s a work night.”

“I’m a big boy. If I get sleepy I don’t mind falling asleep on you.”

“I could sleep in the guest room,” I suggested. He looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind. It made me laugh.

“Are you on drugs?” he laughed.

“I’m just offering in case you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want you to be cranky tomorrow.”

“I don’t get really cranky from lack of sleep,” he told me. “I live on caffeine.”

“More like lack of booby pillows make you cranky.”

“I do get cranky without boob pillows,” he agreed.

“Hmmm… that’s quite a predicament for you.” My hand finally hit paydirt, making Eric shift beside me.

“It is…” He rested his hand on mine, helping me stroke slowly.

I tilted my head to get closer to his ear so I could whisper, “I can’t wait to get back to your place so I can take off the panties that are about to be ruined because I’m thinking too much about how good your hard cock feels inside me.”

“Dirty girl,” he purred. “You should have worn a skirt.”

“I knew what you would do if I did.” I nibbled on his ear. “You would probably try to get me to ride you right now if I had a skirt on.”

“Oh, yes,” he growled. “I would have sat next to you and made you cum at dinner. Several times.”

Damn. I knew he was telling the truth, too.

“I would have been too distracted to eat.” I licked the spot on his neck that made Eric shiver. “Think we could fuck in the Town Car without getting caught?”

“I don’t care about getting caught,” he smirked. “There’s a privacy screen…”

“We could wait until we get back to your place. You could tie me up–”

Eric put a finger to my lips to silence me. His eyes met mine with that intense look he got sometimes, usually after that switch flipped in his brain. He leaned in close to whisper, “Lover, if you insist on taunting me in such a fashion, I will have no choice but to bend you over my bed and give you a taste of my favorite paddle.”

The way he said it didn’t scare me as much as it excited me. It wasn’t the pain I was attracted to. I’d given it some thought and concluded it was because of the forbidden aspect of BDSM play. “Nice girls” weren’t supposed to be confident about their bodies and experiment in bed. That was part of the traditional side of Gran that had been impressed upon me. Hadley rejected the notion that a woman had to be virginal to be good or worthy. More than once she’d warned me about settling for the conventional guy because he was safe.

She’d tried with Remy and it hadn’t worked. I didn’t want to assume that her experience could mirror my own. As much as we were the same, Hadley and I were very different people. Yet, I found myself on a romantic carriage ride in the middle of Central Park with a conventional man, proposing to do unconventional things to me in private and it was thrilling me instead of sending me off in a panic.

I didn’t know what the appropriate verbal response was so I settled for kissing him instead. I moved his hand beneath my sweater. His thumb brushed over my nipple, causing a fresh gush of honey between my thighs. I’d never been with someone who turned me on so easily. Everything about him was an aphrodisiac to me. Infatuation might have been a good word to describe the state I was in.

One thing was clear; I was going to have to take another ride when I wasn’t with Eric so I could actually see the park.


“Is that too tight?” Eric asked as he secured my wrist to the special sheet thing he had my laying on at the center of his bed.

“No,” I answered. He gave me a sweet kiss and then moved to secure my ankles so I was spread open and immobile. Eric was gentle and attentive, doing everything he could to assure me that I was safe. Nothing would happen I didn’t like.

It was a show of trust on my part. I believed him when he said he would take care of me and respect my limits.

As he worked my right ankle into the adjustable cuff he asked, “Would you let me blindfold you?”


“It heightens your other senses.”

“You’re not going to like beat me or something, right?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“No!” I wanted to make that clear. I wasn’t a masochist looking for someone to beat me in order to be able to feel something. I felt plenty right then. I wasn’t scared but I was nervous.

Sensing that, Eric moved up closer to my face again. He tenderly stroked my jaw and leaned forward to kiss me.

“Lover, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. The blindfold enhances the experience but if it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to use it.”

I felt a little silly for saying no to him, but only a little. How was I going to enjoy the experience if I was too freaked out to be in the moment with him?

“Maybe next time,” I said.

Eric nodded his acceptance of my decision and then got my left ankle in its cuff. His eyes scanned up and down my body. My nipples pebbled under his intense inspection.

“Am I allowed to use toys?” He reached out to trace patterns on my stomach with his fingertip. The tingles it caused went to my tits and my core.

“What kind of toys?”

Eric got off the bed and went back to the closet. He returned with a big feather, a little metallic egg and a dildo that was eerily similar to his cock.

“Did you… was that molded from your dick?” I asked him.

Eric smiled. “You’re a quick study, Lover. Yes, it was.”

“I’m not sure what the feather is for, Yankee Doodle, but if it’ll give me a dandy, bring it on,” I said, making him chuckle. Eric deposited his toy selection on the bed and then came closer to my head.

Again he leaned down to kiss me. There was something different about that kiss but I couldn’t put my finger on it. His fingers started to play with my left nipple. He tugged and plucked while our tongues danced together. It was an enticing appetizer.

“If, at any time, you want to stop all you have to say is pelican,” he told me. “If you’re uncomfortable, in pain for some reason or just don’t want to keep going that word immediately brings playtime to an end.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Now if I’m testing your limits I use a color system to check in with you. If you’re okay and everything feels good, it’s green. If you’re not sure but might want to slow down, it’s yellow. If you’re not okay and we need to stop, it’s red. Pelican will end it all immediately and I will never be angry at you for using the safe word or telling me to stop. A Dom’s job is to test your limits, not disregard them,” he explained.

“So I wouldn’t get punished for using the safe word?”


That helped me calm down a little bit.

“Remember, Sookie, you’re the one making the rules. You might be tied down but in many ways, you’re the one in control. Trust me to take care of you and I will,” Eric promised. I nodded and accepted another kiss from him. Before our lips parted I felt the tickle of the feather on my foot, making my leg jerk.

There was nowhere to go.

“Eric!” I giggled and tried to squirm away anyway. He smiled down at me while he moved that feather up my leg.

The light tickling sensation woke up every cell of my body one at a time. If that was his goal, he was reaching it. The feather tickled spots that were more ticklish than others but also places I wouldn’t have thought to try. Eric moved the feather all over me, ending at the top of my nose. I was oddly relaxed after that. If that was all he’d planned to do while I was blindfolded, I could handle that no problem.

“How are you feeling, Lover?”

“Green,” I answered as he set down the pretty white feather.

Eric didn’t set up camp between my thighs like I expected. Instead his mouth went to work to wake up any part of me that the feather missed. Except he skipped the erogenous zones where sex organs were. The man who was undeniably in love with my tits passed them over in favor of my collarbone. He kissed my neck, jaw, ear and finally my lips. Eric was well aware of how much I enjoyed his kisses.

He laid some good ones on me. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair or rub my hands over his pecs, but they were stuck to the sheet.

“How about now?”


He smiled and kissed his way straight down to my mound. I heard the buzz before I felt it. Eric kissed my lower lips and then my inner thighs. The first buzz I felt was on my mound, making me jump and moan. The egg stayed clear of my clit. It grazed my folds a few times while Eric’s mouth moved from one thigh to the other.

When he finally parted my folds it was his tongue that swirled around my sensitive little bud. I moaned again and tugged at the restraints.

“How are you, Lover?” he purred between licks.

“Green,” I breathed.

“Mmm… you taste so good, Lover,” he told me. The egg moved up my body to my right nipple. Eric circled it over and over while his tongue lashed at my clit.

“Oh god,” I moaned. If he kept it up I’d be cumming in no time. Of course, that was probably his goal.

“If you were my sub I’d make you ask for permission to cum,” he informed me before his tongue slid into my very wet opening to lap up my honey.

I gasped and my hips rolled of their own volition. My eyes fluttered shut.

Damn, I should have let him blindfold me.

The egg moved to my left nipple so as not to let that one feel left out. Eric’s tongue pushed into me over and over until I was panting. His mouth moved to my clit again. His tongue moved in a variety of ways until he found a movement that made me see stars. I cried out and my hips thrust a little bit.

“Want more?” Eric asked.

“Yes.” I wanted everything right then.

I was pretty sure he was trying to drive me insane. Instead the buzzing disappeared. I could still hear it but I didn’t feel it. Two hands were present between my thighs. Eric spread my lower lips and really went to it.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

He was going down on me like it was his last meal. I wasn’t sure who was enjoying it more. Yes, I was the one who was cumming every three minutes, but Eric wasn’t complaining. I was impressed by his tongue’s endurance. I was recovering from my second orgasm when he brought the dildo into the mix. He gave my clit a break, but only so he could hover over me.

“Get it wet, Lover.” He held the toy in front of me. At that point I wanted him inside me and since his actual dick wasn’t an option I was going to have to settle for the replica.

I never thought I’d give head to a toy, but for Eric I did. My range of motion wasn’t too far but he held the toy at a good angle. When he deemed it wet enough, Eric moved to the other end of the bed to slowly push the toy inside me. My breath caught as he slowly pumped it in and out of me. It was exactly what I needed.

“Where are you, Sookie?”

“Green,” I moaned. So, so green. The fucking EPA should have been cheering me on, I was so green.

It seemed to take forever before Eric got the toy as deep inside me as it would go. He kept it deep so I felt incredibly full when he got back on the bed between my thighs to lick my clit while he fucked me.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Oh my god!” I cried out.

I knew I could have more than one orgasm in a night. Eric had proven that several times over. What I didn’t know until that night was that I could have multiple orgasms. I’d sort of experienced it on Friday night, but it was nothing like this. Full body, sheet soaking orgasms racked me every two minutes. It didn’t take long at all for me to become a trembling, incoherent mess of a woman. When I couldn’t remember my own name, Eric decided it was time to stop.

The buzzing stopped. The toy was withdrawn. My limbs were released from their binds. Instead of figuring out how to fuck me, Eric covered my shivering, shaking body with a soft cashmere blanket and rubbed my arms to get the circulation going in them again.

As promised, he took care of me. He cuddled me until I was lucid again.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

I shed the cashmere blanket and pushed him onto his back. Eric said nothing as I straddled him and sank down on his still solid shaft. He groaned as I rode him. It wasn’t exactly gentle but it wasn’t blind fucking either. There was something almost primal about it that made sense for that moment. He grabbed my hips and held them tight as I moved. His thumb rubbed my clit, unable to stop himself from trying to ensure my pleasure.

This wasn’t about me, though. I needed him to cum.

“Cum for me, baby. I need you to cum in me,” I told him.

Eric growled and began to thrust up into me hard and fast. My tits bounced with the rough fucking. It was so, so good.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!” My eyes closed as an orgasm exploded.

“Fuuuuuck!” Eric roared. His release shot into me, filling me up.

I fell forward. Eric caught my lips. How I was able to kiss him without any air in my lungs I had no idea. From that point on I felt like I left my body.

It was, bar none, the most magical and intense moment of my life.

If that was what it was like to be his sub, sign me up.


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