Keeping Secrets

Chapter Seventeen May's Pages

"Oh, my my my what you do to me. Like lightning when I'm swimming in the sea. From the very first time we loved. From the very first time we touched. Walking on wires and power lines. You put your body on top of mine."

"What do you want to do now?" I asked Kira as we walked back inside the house. "I made a dinner reservation at Cabana. Would you like to accompany me for dinner, May Haze?" She asked bowing at the waist. The sight of her in her pajamas being so courteous made me laugh. "It would be the highest honor Miss Kailand." She smiled gleefully at my response. She grabbed my hand and led me through the house and to the bedroom.

No matter what, in any given situation, Kira was always in control. There have only been brief moments where she has relinquished her tightly gripped control. I knew she needed her control to feel at ease with herself, to feel like she wasn't losing it or spiraling down. So, in those moments when she did give up control and handed it over to me made me feel honored. Honored that she trusted me enough, that she loved me enough to give up something that was part of who she was.

"Get dressed babe. But before you do I have a request that I'd like you to follow." "What is it?" She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to me. It looked like a long silver bullet. "What am I supposed to do with it?" I asked her, curiosity getting the best of me. I looked up at her as she came closer, so close that we were almost touching. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I want you to put it in your sweet pussy." She stepped back. She had a wicked smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes that made me wonder what she was up to.

I looked down at the silver bullet. I knew she would never do anything that would hurt me or put me in danger. "Okay," I said. She smiled at my consent. I watched in silence as she walked over to the walk-in closet that we shared, coming out a few seconds later with clothes in her hands. She handed me a sleek deep red dress that was silky and soft to the touch. "Wear this." She said. I just nodded my head. I was speechless, trying to piece together what she was up to.

She walked towards the bathroom. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I can't let you see what else I have up my sleeve for tonight now, can I? It's supposed to be a surprise." She said with that wicked smile of hers that instantly gave me butterflies. She walked into the bathroom as I looked down at the dress in my hands before placing it on the bed along with the bullet that Kira had given me.

I took off my clothes and slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly, hugging my body in all the right places. No surprise there. I turned towards the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door and admired the dress and the way it sat so perfectly on my body. How did she know that it would be a perfect fit? Then again she did know my body better than anyone else has before.

I turned around as soon as I heard the bathroom door open. Kira was wearing the hell out of her black jeans and a black button-down long-sleeve shirt and a deep blue tie. "God, you look sexy as hell," I said almost drooling at the sight of her. She was folding her sleeves up as she walked toward me. "You look sexy in that dress just like I knew you would." She said kissing me deeply.

We pulled apart, both of us slightly out of breath. Kira looked down at the bed, spotting the bullet. "Let me help you with this." She said picking it up. She kissed me again pushing me back slowly until my legs touched the bed. She sat me down. "Lay down." She demanded her voice deep with a husky tone. I did as she commanded, my back landing on a soft duvet, my head surrounded by pillows. I lay still as she slowly parted my legs and pushed my dress up so that it was bunched around my waist.

She pushed my panties to the side; the cold air hitting my wet pussy caused me to moan in anticipation. She kissed my inner thigh, slowly kissing higher and higher until she reached my dripping pussy. I was always wet when I'm around her. It's what she does to me, something I knew she was proud of. I was anticipating her touch, her mouth, her tongue, and when it came I gasped at the contact.