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Healing Jess, Part 3
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Author's Note: First and foremost let me say ThankYou! for all the kind
responses to parts 1&2. As always comments are more than welcome and
greatly appreciated.
Second, let me offer an apology up front. When I wrote
"Jess" it was more or less for private entertainment and has grown rather
lengthy (still without a sound conclusion - though I am winding my way
in that direction). To post it, however, I have had to cut it into parts
and some of those parts may contain more "plot" than others. For me
personally all parts are integral to the story and I intend to keep them
intact. For those who find the full combination enjoyable I'm more than
happy (thrilled actually). For those who don't, I hope you enjoy the
parts that hold your interest.
L.
Healing Jess
Part 3
By: Liette
Locking the bedroom door, Kevin leaned his forehead against the
polished wood and drew a deep, shaky breath. God, he had such a raging
hard on! It was all he could do not to ravish her on the spot. She was
so beautiful! So absolutely adorable beyond words, all diapered and tied
as she was. It had been a nagging little fantasy of his for some time
and he was delighted with the opportunity to see it enacted. Though he
knew how his petite auburn haired wife felt, that somehow made it all the
more satisfying. She was in need of a little mental discomfort at the
moment.
Pulling back from the door, Kevin felt the demanding urges of his
body recede immediately. The memory of the mental anguish she had
already caused him was more effective than any cold shower. He turned
and headed for the stairs intent on finding a calming glass of wine.
Jessica might not have taken Marcus seriously, he thought, dimming
the hallway lights and starting down, dismissing him with ridiculous
offhandedness because of his choice of treatments, but Kevin had and had
learned in the course of it that his determined little wife wasn't nearly
as invulnerable as she believed. Though the ailment itself might not be
overly threatening, despite its painful discomfort, by ignoring it, she
had opened herself to the risk off all kinds of nasty side infections
that might have caused her permanent injury, or far worse.
Kevin's hand clenched around the smooth wood of the handrail,
halting his descent. That thought was enough to weaken his knees. He
adored Jessica, loved her more than life itself, and the thought of
losing her, especially to something so preventable, was something he
couldn't bear. He had felt that way about her since the moment he'd laid
eyes on her. Standing on the dock at Lake Tahoe, watching the slim girl
in cut off shorts balance precariously to wiggle her toes experimentally
in the frigid water, he had thought her the most beautiful creature he
had ever seen and had instantly feared for her safety. And he still did.
He would repeat the events of tonight a million times if that's what it
took to keep her safely by his side.
But that wasn't enough, he thought, finally working his way back to
his study, not for Jess. Sitting behind the desk he poured another glass
of wine from the crystal decanter and leaned back to kick his feet up on
the corner. He smiled to himself. He had kept his calm all the way
through lunch at the country club, admirably so under the circumstances,
all the while confidently pretending that Jessica had simply lacked the
time to tell him all the details of her visit. Yes, he had assured after
Marcus's genuinely concerned query, he was sure she had gotten all she
would need, but since she could be so bashful about such things, maybe
he wouldn't mind filling her husband in on just what exactly she was
supposed to be doing. He had and after bidding his kindly old friend a
fond farewell, Kevin had nearly killed himself racing to the art gallery
she managed with the intent on dragging her home. It wasn't until he had
nearly run off the road that he had begun to think clearly enough to
realize he could come up with a much better plan. So he had stopped to
call her, giving his excuses, made a few stops, and returned to their
hilltop estate.
"Jess, Jess, Jess," he murmured aloud. Trinity appeared to leap into
his lap, hoping for attention. Kevin rubbed his silvery gray ears.
"You're mama's quite a little minx," he informed the coddled animal.
"Too stubborn for her own good. But I think we can do something to cure
her of that."
Indeed, Kevin Kenhill saw some definite changes for the near future.
He and Jessica had a good relationship, wonderful in fact, but her
negligence for her own welfare had brought more prominently to the
surface his need to take care of her. He always had, subtly of course
for the sake of her pride, but maybe it was time to be more direct about
it, to show her openly how much he needed to make sure she was happy and
safe. Still, such a change wouldn't come easily. He would have to
instigate it carefully, testing the very limits of what she would be
willing to accept. He had already made the first move tonight, with
great success he felt, but had to proceed with caution. He couldn't risk
driving her away, yet at the same time couldn't allow her to know that
she herself had the power of controlling just how far he would go.
A dilemma, a challenge, and one he pondered with an odd sense of
excitement. He couldn't deny the fact that his feelings of
protectiveness and her submission to them were terribly arousing.
Proving that point, Trinity mewed annoyance at the growing hardness
beneath him and retreated to the floor.
Just as well, Kevin thought, setting his empty glass aside. He was
hungry and still had work to do. The master bath was a mess and his wife
was sure to be nearing the deepest part of her partially drug induced
slumber. He would just grab a quick bite and then go see how she was
doing.
His appetite sated, Kevin Kenhill climbed the sweeping staircase and
returned to the master bedroom. Entering quietly and relocking the door
- a good habit to get into over the next few days - he went to his wife's
side.
Jessica was sleeping soundly. Her arms were tucked around the puffy
pillow and she had managed to turn her body sideways, pulling her knees
up as far as the leather straps would allow. Kevin wasn't particularly
pleased to see the dried tears on her face, but felt that maybe such a
release had done her some good. She had been so tense with worry lately,
making her wince frequently at the pain it caused to her insides.
But that was a thing of the past, he vowed, going to sit beside her
and stroke her fine auburn hair. Then, unable to resist, he carefully
peeled back the blanket and swept it to the end of the bed.
God, she looked so cute like this! Curled on her side, her face
sleep pinked, and her pampered bottom thrust slightly out. Like a little
angle. His sleeping baby.
Convinced that such a sight shouldn't be lost, he quickly went to
his dresser and retrieved their polaroid camera. Turning the lights up
a little higher, he circled the bed and snapped her from several angles.
They often did this to each other, not only during lessons, and he
already had a rather extensive collection of pictures of her. He tucked
his newest prizes carefully in his shirt pocket to show her at a later
date. Then, putting the camera away, he tucked the blanket back around
her and went to tend to the bath.
It wasn't much later that Kevin returned, carrying a brown paper bag
from the drugstore under his arm, a glass of warm water, and several of
the fluffy pink towels. He set the bag on the floor, the glass on the
night stand, and the towels at the end of the bed. Then he untied his
beautiful sleeping baby and rolled her to her back.
Jessica didn't stir and, just be sure, Kevin patted her face a few
times and called her name. No response. Pleased, he retied her arms,
shortening the leads to restrict all but the most limited movement - no
need to be incautious - and spread her legs. She shifted and he froze,
but she stilled again almost immediately. Satisfied, he retied her legs,
also on a short lead, and unfastened the diaper, taking a moment to trace
the adorable little patterns. Smiling he pulled it away and, lifting her
bottom, slid the towels beneath her, creating an absorbent barrier as
well as raising her several inches for better access. She moved again,
pulling the tethers and rolled her hips away.
Frowning, Kevin realized he couldn't proceed if she was going to be
restless. After a moment's consideration he rose again and went his
closet. From their special "toy box" at the rear, he retrieved one of
his favorites, a sturdy graphite composite spreader bar with duel leather
cuffs and brass buckles. Back on the bed he put his wife back on her
back and fastened the cuffs to her knees, the intervening rod keeping her
flat. Then, he reached for the bag.
From inside the brown crinkly paper, Kevin began to remove several
objects. The first was a thin blue and pink capsule that he dropped to
the side. That was for tomorrow. The next was a packet of stylish Lady
Bic razors, followed by a can of feminine shaving gel, a bottle of baby
lotion, and a squeeze container of talcum powder. Everything he would
need.
Touching the curly dark hair between her legs, Kevin shifted his
gaze to his wife's peacefully unknowing face. Should he really be doing
this? the question came. It wasn't as if they had never discussed it,
or even decided on doing it, but always before one or the other of them
had backed out. She really did have such pretty curls and though it
wasn't permanent, it was still enduring and right now, done without her
knowledge, would be pushing the limits of his rights with her. The
spoken rule had always been that he could do anything he wanted that
wouldn't have permanent effect, whether she liked it or not, but with the
unspoken agreement that he would use good judgement.
Eventually the debate swung in his favor, mostly because his
throbbing manhood seemed to favor the idea considerably, and he
pronounced to himself that he was well within his rights, and his reason.
Happily, he squirted a dab of jell onto his palm and rubbed it into a
rich lather. Relishing the feel, he smoothed it over her mound, between
her thighs, and down around her exposed anus. After wiping his hands,
he uncapped the first razor. Gritting his teeth against a final twinge
of loss, he brought it to the edge of her hairline and made the first
careful stroke downward. Lathered curls parted and gave, leaving a wake
of pearly pink flesh.
Kevin Kenhill nearly came on the spot.
"Blessed Mary!" he groaned softly, painfully aware that he didn't
dare risk running for a cold shower. Even in unconsciousness it seemed
his wife was having revenge.
He bite his lip and kept going.
Stroke after stroke revealed more and more of her hidden beauty and
Kevin blissfully, torturously, dwelled on each and every moment of it.
He paused frequently to rinse the Bic with quick swishes in the warm
water or to exchange it for a fresh one when it become too clogged or
dull, but all too soon he was down to the fine curling wisps that tickled
her puckered back entrance. Parting her cheeks, he gave them extra care,
removing them almost reverently.
This was a part of her he considered very special, especially after
what he had revealed earlier. Kevin had always been aroused by anal
manipulation, whether it was simple fondling or actual penetration. The
truth was, he loved anal sex and had found by trial that it provided some
his more memorable experiences. It was only out of the love he had for
his wife that he had respected her wishes and never pursued that
potential part of their relationship.
Until tonight.
Thinking of the enema he would soon be giving her had kept Kevin on
the edge of arousal all afternoon. The thought of finally touching her,
of probing her most guarded and forbidden depths, of filling her with the
warm fluid, had driven him nearly crazy with desire. But it had been a
desire threaded with guilt because he already knew what her reaction was
likely to be. Jessica would hate every moment of it.
Or so he had thought.
When Kevin had noticed his wife moistening conspicuously during his
initial probe to lubricate her, he had been surprised and then pleased.
Perhaps she did share his eroticism, holding back only because of some
preconceived notion, or experience.
The latter, or more likely a combination of the two, he thought now,
reliving the tell tale events. She hadn't wanted to admit her desires.
It was only after he had captured and tapped them, mercilessly
manipulating them, that she had given up denial and surrendered to
pleasure. In an explosive orgasm that had left her shaking with
pleasure, yet sadly withdrawn. He had noticed both, and her avoidance
to acknowledge it, but took heart that she hadn't railed against him or
retreated completely. She seemed more confused by her response than
anything else and that gave him hope. Hope that he could coax her out
completely, dash her fears and embarrassment, and bring them both to the
point where they could share such experiences with equal pleasure. And
he would do so, he decided, very soon, before she had time to rebuild and
reinforce her defenses.
Wiping away all remaining traces of curls and lather, Kevin made a
mental note to call Frawling's again tomorrow, and reached for the baby
oil. He rubbed it in quickly, not daring to linger over the sensual feel
of her liberated pubis for fear that he would lose what little pride his
hardened member had been willing to leave him. When noticed the
unconscious sway of her hips in response to his ministrations, he hastily
removed his hand to dash her with talcum. He could manipulate her again,
he knew, bring her easily to orgasm, even as she slept, but to do so
would break his own tenuous control. Besides, he would have further
opportunities to indulge that particular pleasure later. The
anticipation would only make it all the more enjoyable.
Content now within in his own mind, Kevin replaced the diaper and
removed the spreader from between her knees. He then unfastened her
restraints and returned his sleeping wife to her original position, even
curling her back on her side. She murmured softly and he bent and kissed
her cheek.
"Sleep well, Daddy's little angel," he purred, gathering all traces
of the evidence.
continued.........
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