The Adam & Eve Trilogy Read online

  My hands are where they should be, where they belong. Where my Dom wants them to be. And so are his, where I want my Dom’s hands to be, held tightly around my slender throat, his throat now, the throat of his sub. I am his now. I am his sub…

  With her thumb Laura stroked over and over upon the large bulbous rim on the head of his penis as he squeezed her hands around her throat. He let out a low groan in between his clenched teeth as she touched this forbidden spot. Laura felt proud inside that she could give him this much pleasure. Williamson picked her up and carried her over to the opposite brick wall, with a full length mirror mounted upon it. On the way he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from behind the bar. He cuffed her wrists above her, facing the mirrored wall, to an O-ring built into the bricks. Laura watched as Williamson roughly fondled and held her breasts with his left hand while he slipped two fingers of his right hand under her panties, between her cheeks and deeply into the open lips of her sex. She watched her red mouth open and she turned her head back toward Williamson. They kissed each other passionately, as his fingers easily slipped in and out of her sex, pausing to tenderly rub the sensitive nub of her clitoris.

  The door opened and Stephen entered. As soon as he saw the bodies in the reflection of the mirror he shouted.

  “Laura? Laura!”

  As Stephen approached behind Williamson from behind, out of instinct Williamson spun an elbow around and it hit Stephen right below the right eye.

  “Fuck!” Stephen yelled out in pain, clutching his eye.

  “Sorry, but don’t you know how to knock? Jesus!”

  “I’m sorry, sir. Firmin sent me.”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Security.”

  “Well, everything is secure. Get the fuck out of here.”

  “But Mr. Firmin said that my friend was…”

  Laura turned a shoulder to face him.

  “Laura?”

  “Stephen, are you hurt?”

  When Laura saw Stephen look at her wrists chained to the wall, her smudged red lipstick on her face, her exposed breasts and Williamson’s arm possessively holding her around her naked waist, she turned back to face the wall and spoke in a quiet voice.

  “Can you please tell Mr. Williamson to release me? He is holding me against my will.”

  Stephen turned to face Williamson. He pressed his palm against his tender right cheek.

  “This young woman appears to be being prevented from leaving the premises. Let her go,” Stephen said.

  “Do you know who I am? Who am I?”

  “You’re the owner, Mr. Williamson.”

  “Well, as owner, I assure you that everything is under control in here. This young woman has just signed a consent form to engage with me. Would you like to see it?”

  “Well sir, when Mr. Firmin gave the employee handbook when I was hired, I read it and it said the rules of security protocol apply equally to everyone at A and E, from the top down. It appears to me that even though this young lady may have signed the proper paperwork, she now no longer wishes to be handcuffed to the wall and does not wish to have your hands touching her, so I ask you respectfully to remove them.”

  “Well, Laura, it seems your friend has arrived,” Williamson said.

  Williamson released his grip on Laura and unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists. Stephen picked up Laura’s dress and handed it to her. She turned her back to Stephen and put it on.

  “So, how do you two know each other?” Williamson asked.

  “We met in church,” they said in unison.

  “Oh, of course, I should’ve guessed. Not too many of our employees here are also regular church-goers,” Williamson said, shaking his head and smiling.

  “Stephen, you look hurt,” Laura said.

  “I’m OK.”

  “Laura, I want you to know that I meant every word I said to you earlier. I’ve never shared the way I felt with a woman, ever. I want you to know that I meant every word I said to you tonight, before the interruption…” Williamson said.

  “I’m not available, Mr. Williamson.”

  “You can’t keep running away from what you are. When you’re ready to accept it, you know where to find me. I’ll be here for you. Our story is not over yet Laura. Far from it.”

  Stephen and Laura turned to leave Williamson’s office.

  “Oh, and Stephen, get your things out of your locker. You’re fired.”

  Laura turned back to Williamson.

  “You’re firing him? For what? He was trying to protect me and you assaulted him. Look at his eye.”

  “It was clearly an accident. If we ever get to know each other better, you’ll understand why I reacted that way.”

  “Even if I were your sub, how could I ever respect you if you fire him? Stephen was only doing his job.”

  “If it means so much to you, Laura, I’ll put him on a two week probation. This is a social club, Stephen. The next time you see two people being social, look the other way. And don’t ever come into my office again without an appointment. Take the rest of the night off. Go home and take care of that eye. It’ll scare away our customers. Put a steak on it.”

  “I’m a vegetarian.”

  “Of course, you are. Then put a slab of tofu on it… Goodbye, Laura. Remember what I said.”

  Stephen and Laura left Williamson’s office and walked silently down the corridor, through the lobby and out into the parking lot, stopping in front of Laura’s car. When Laura turned her face to him, Stephen saw that she’d been crying. He touched her tears with his fingertips.

  “What’s wrong, Laura?”

  “I came to see you, Stephen. You have to believe me. Mr. Williamson told me to wait with him in his office while they located you. I didn’t want any of that to happen. He grabbed me and took off my dress, I tried to get away but… I’m afraid I responded to him… I couldn’t help it. I’m so ashamed. You must hate me now.”

  Laura embraced him and cried into his shoulder. Stephen enfolded her in his arms.

  “Oh no, Laura. The truth is… I think I love you even more now. It’s my fault you were put in that position. I only wish Firmin had found me sooner. I was on my break and I came as soon as he told me you were here. Please stop crying, Laura. It’s OK. Everything is going to be OK.”

  “Please don’t tell my husband.”

  “You know I would never do that to you, Laura.”

  “You have to believe me. I came to see you and… Do you believe me?”

  “Of course, I believe you, Laura…”

  “Thank you, Stephen. You’re a kind-hearted man.”

  Laura looked Stephen in the eyes and gave him a tender kiss on the mouth. Stephen closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her lips on his.

  “Laura, don’t leave just yet. Will you come back to my apartment with me? We could talk; maybe you could help me with my eye. I feel like it’s starting to swell up.”

  “Sure, Stephen. Of course, I will.”

  Laura followed Stephen in her car and she helped him into his apartment.

  “Well, this is it. It’s not much to look at. It’s kind of messy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t exactly expecting visitors,” Stephen said, sitting on his beat up brown couch.

  “Don’t worry about it, Stephen. Let’s get something on that bruise over your eye.”

  Laura found a bag of frozen peas in the freezer and sat close to him, holding it gently over his swollen cheek.

  “Ahhh. Thanks, that feels much better. That guy really clocked me good. Some security guard, huh?”

  “It was all my fault. And I never got the chance to thank you for standing up to him. Almost getting yourself fired over it. It took a lot of courage. And he was a much bigger guy than you and your boss too. It was very brave of you. Thank you.”

  “No problem, Laura. I’d do it again in a second.”

  “I know you would. Does it hurt?

  “A little. It’ll pass.”

  “No one has ever stood up for me like tha
t. I want you to know how much it meant to me.”

  Laura took the bag of peas off his face, leaned forward and initiated another kiss, this time longer than at the car.

  “You’re a really cool guy, Stephen.”

  “Thank you, Laura. I want you to trust me, Laura. I’d do anything to protect you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

  In the long pause, they stared at each, until Laura looked away.

  “Actually, you may be wondering why I came to see you.”

  “I was.”

  “Well, I had time to think about what happened last night, and I came back to apologize to you. I was very hard on you. I had no right to say those things to you, to tell you that you aren’t a Christian, to judge you the way I did. You didn’t force me to go meet you at the Club. In fact, you tried to stop me. You didn’t force me to go into the theater or stay… and watch. I don’t know what came over me… to go in there. Then it was like when I was there, watching… I couldn’t seem to leave… I don’t know what was wrong with me last night.”

  “I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

  “Well anyway, I have no right to tell you that you can’t go into a house of worship, especially now. You are welcome at Our Savior anytime. I hope you can accept my apology.”

  “You don’t have to apologize. But I’m glad you came. I thought I’d never see you again.”

  “Then, when you found me like that, exposed… Even after what I told you… how I responded… you didn’t judge me at all.”

  Laura stared at Stephen for another long moment.

  “I know I’m married, but from the first moment I saw you… I can’t help it… I like you. I like you, Stephen.”

  “God, I like you too, Laura.”

  “I like you a lot…”

  Laura initiated a third kiss with Stephen. This time she opened her mouth and entwined her tongue with his. She pulled his head down to her neck and he sucked on the skin of her throat while she moaned.

  “Hmmm, Stephen… so nice…”

  Laura unbuttoned his shirt and put it over his shoulders, then dug her fingernails into him and scratched his back, leaving marks that abraded his skin. Realizing what she had done, she kissed the small scratches with her tongue and licked over the wound she inflicted.

  “God, I’m so sorry, Stephen. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m very attracted to you. I’m sorry. I’m so crazy about you; I scratched you, please forgive...”

  “Are you kidding? Don’t apologize. That was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. Scratch me anytime you want. I don’t mind.”

  “I unbuttoned your shirt. What am I doing? Oh my God, I better go.”

  Laura stood up.

  “So soon? Why?” Stephen asked, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it.

  “Well, it’s late, my husband expects me home, and I should be there, in case he calls.”

  “Does he usually check in with you on his business trips?”

  “Not usually. He’s so busy, with his book tours and such.”

  “Please sit back down, Laura, and stay awhile, could you? We can just talk.”

  “OK, I suppose so,” Laura said, sitting back down.

  “How did you meet your husband, if you don’t mind my asking?”

  “Oh, it’s not a very interesting story.”

  “Tell me, Laura.”

  “My father introduced us.”

  “Go on.”

  “He was also a minister.”

  “Okay.”

  “We met after something happened in my life that was extremely embarrassing to me. I don’t like to think about it. I don’t want to bring it all up again. It’s better left forgotten.”

  “I tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you the most embarrassing incident in my life if you’ll tell me yours. And I promise I won’t make fun of your story if you don’t make fun of mine. Deal?”

  “I suppose it depends on how embarrassing your story is.”

  Laura was beginning to relax in the company of Stephen. She sat back and smiled. She felt her defenses lowering.

  “I’ll let you be the judge. It’s about the first time I tried to lose my virginity.”

  “Do all your stories have to do with sex, Stephen?

  “Only the interesting ones.”

  “Okay. I’m listening.”

  “So I’m in my senior year of college, when I was twenty two or twenty three years old, only a couple of years younger than you are now, right? I was still confused in my head about sex and religion and still a virgin I’m afraid. I had met a girl, Leslie, at the cast party for a play I had the lead in. She liked my performance, we shared some scotch out of a paper cup and we got a little drunk. We left the party together and drove to my apartment. We started kissing on the couch. I was getting excited and she asked if I had protection, but I didn’t. She said she had a diaphragm in her purse and left to go to the bathroom to put it in. When Leslie finally came back in, I had lost my erection and felt embarrassed. We started kissing and I got somewhat aroused. When we tried to have intercourse again, I couldn’t get hard enough again to have sex with her…”

  As Laura listened intently to the end of the story, she smiled and held out her hand for Stephen to hold.

  “Leslie was great about it, she didn’t make fun of me, said it happens sometimes, not to worry about it. It was the most embarrassing and totally humiliating experience in my life. OK. You’re next…”

  Laura took a deep breath and began.

  “Okay… It was my senior year of college and after three years of auditioning I was finally cast in my first leading role as Abigail in “The Crucible”. It was the most important production of the year on our college’s main stage and was to be directed by the Chairman of the Drama Department. It was the juiciest female role in the play. All the Professors of Drama, adjunct faculty and all the other students thought I was pretty, but stupid, and all thought I couldn’t act. Because I was a Christian everyone in the program ostracized me, thought I was a Jesus freak. I didn’t help, I was so prim and proper, dressed very conservatively, didn’t go to class parties, didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, everyone thought I was boring, nobody hung out with me. All the boys knew I wouldn’t put out, so I never had a boyfriend. So you can imagine my excitement when I saw my name at the top of the cast list on the Chairman of the Drama Department’s door. All the girls were so envious when I got the role; it gave them another reason to hate me. Being cast as Abigail was my one shot to really show the school how talented I really was, my moment to shine. Rehearsals went great; I had a terrific rapport with the actor playing John Procter. He was in the graduate school getting his MFA; he really took me under his win. He was a really nice guy and a terrific actor. We had a mild flirtation going on, which helped us create the reality between our characters on stage. I thought nothing of it. Besides, everyone knew he was gay. I’d have to say rehearsing that play was the highlight of my life. I enjoyed it so. I was very busy, I had put aside all my chores at home, I dropped out of all my church activities, my grades were slipping a bit, I couldn’t help out in the day care anymore during church services, which was getting my parents terribly annoyed at me, especially my Father. I guess they never realized how important the play was to me. The whole experience was so overwhelming. I wanted to show everyone that I could be a good actor; I was so stressed out about it. My parents didn’t help by harping at me all the time during the four weeks of rehearsals. It all came to a head during tech week. I was living at home at the time and we had extremely late nights during the technical rehearsals of the show and I could tell they were angry at me for coming home after midnight every night that week. I figured it would all be worth it though. I imagined them coming to opening night on Friday, seeing my performance and being so proud of me. The final dress on Thursday was both the best and worst night of my life. After we ran the show without stopping under the lights
with full costume, the director gave us notes. At the end he singled me out, in front of the whole cast, on my performance. He said in all his years directing shows at the university he’d never seen such a transformation in a student, how he admired my commitment to the role, that I should feel proud of my ability as an actor. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. Before I left he told me privately he was recommending me for the part of Ophelia in the next main stage production of “Hamlet”. I couldn’t have been more excited, like I had finally found my calling in life… A few of the cast members congratulated me and we went out for a drink – it was the first time anyone had invited me to go anywhere; I felt like I finally fit in somewhere. I got home around 2 in the morning and turned on the light and my father startled me, waiting for me in the dark. He sat there in his favorite chair, where he sat while he wrote his sermons and said quite calmly, ’Laura, have you been a dirty girl tonight?’”

  Laura’s voice became increasingly shaky, tears filling her eyes at the memory.

  “That’s what he always called me as a little girl when I had done something naughty, which usually led to him giving me a spanking.”

  “What are you doing, Daddy? You scared me!”

  “You’ve been out late four times this week.”

  “Yes, Daddy. I told you already so perhaps you’ve forgotten. The opening of the show is Friday and I was going to be out late all week rehearsing the show.”

  I thought that would be the end of it but then he started shouting.

  “Are you having carnal relations before marriage? Are you having dirty sex with that man in the play? Your mother and I didn’t raise you to be some sort of slut, acting as that man’s whore in the play, staying out late, coming home smelling of booze. Is that what you’ve become, Laura? I’m paying for you to go to college so they can train you to be whore! Is that what you are Laura? A whore!”