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Healing Jess, Part 4
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Healing Jess
Part 4
By: Liette
"Jessica."
Jessica shifted away from the annoying pat on her cheek. It was
Saturday wasn't it? What did Kevin want? He always respected her
fondness for sleeping late on this particular day.
"Come on, Jess," her husband insisted. "Daddy wants his baby to
wake up now."
Jessica groaned. She knew now. She remembered the events from the
night before, the argument, the horrible treatment, her shameful.... The
fact that she was still subject to her husbands whims.
"Jess."
It was more firm this time and she opened her eyes. Kevin, already
dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, was smiling down at her. It melted
her heart. Surely such an adoring face couldn't be held at fault.
"Morning, love," he greeted through a kiss.
"Morning...."
He raised an eyebrow.
"...Daddy." She actually smiled.
Tilting his head, her husband appraised her. "You're feeling better
today, aren't you?"
She was surprised to admit that she was. She felt relaxed and
content and the usual twinges of discomfort and nausea were conspicuously
absent. "I guess last night was enough," she offered, smiling
innocently.
"Nice try," he grinned back, not fooled for a minute. "If you had
really listened to Marcus you would remember that there's supposed to be
an immediate improvement. It doesn't mean you're cured."
She had remembered, but hoped that he wouldn't. "But, Kev...."
"You know better than that, baby," he warned.
She realized he was referring now to her speaking openly without
permission and using his name. She blinked a silent apology.
"It's alright," he surprised her. "Actually, I was thinking that
we could do away with that rule altogether. I want to hear you, Jess.
You won't sway me, I assure you, but as long as you have something to say
I want to know. If I don't like what I hear, or if your fussing too
much," he added with a mischievous smirk. "Then I'll just use this."
To her dismay he produced the ball gag briefly from his pocket. "So
think carefully first, okay?"
His rules, his choice.
"All right," she agreed meekly, squirming to get more to her side
where she could look up at him without twisting her neck. It was then
that she noticed something odd. A strange rasping sensation beneath the
horrible diaper she had been disappointed to discover she still wore.
She couldn't reach very far, and didn't dare try, so she asked instead,
"Can I go to the bathroom?" She would be free to investigate there.
"Of course, baby. Go ahead. You're all set." He patted her
diapered bottom.
"Kevin!" she shrieked, horrified that he might actually mean for her
to do so.
"Calm down, Jess," he laughed, stroking her reddening face. "I was
only teasing. I'll let you up, just as soon as we take care of
business."
"Business?" she moaned. What was he up to?
"Marcus told me...," he began.
And Jessica cringed at another reference to the quack, picturing him
rising in Kevin's mind to an exalted position somewhere between Solomon
and Confucius.
"...that it might be helpful to keep a chart of your temperature,
so I'm going to take that first."
Fine, she thought, exercising new judgement on just when he was
likely to shove the gag in her mouth. Her temperature seemed innocuous
enough.
But Jessica underestimated her husband's commitment to the roles
they were still playing. When he returned from the bathroom it wasn't
with the familiar black and white thermometer case, it was with a blue
and pink pen shaped capsule and something else that he set near her legs
before she could glimpse it.
Curious, she watched him unscrew the new gadget and pull out a
different thermometer, a bulbed glass rod with a little yellow duck's
head at one end. A child's thermometer? She didn't register the
significance even after he laughed at her when she opened her mouth to
accept it.
"That isn't quite what I had in mind," he said, eyes twinkling.
Still she didn't understand, not until he slipped one hand under her
to pull at the diaper tabs.
A rectal thermometer?! She was appalled. Would it never end?
Kevin knew how much she hated....
"Don't, please...." she started to beg, but Kevin patted the pocket
with the gag and she buried her face in the pillow.
She clenched up, but Kevin still parted her legs, by tightening the
straps at the end of the bed, and then her cheeks, with gentle fingers.
A moment later she heard a squish from what she now knew was the tube of
K-Y and a cold dollop of it dropped on her anus. Her husband smoothed
it around a little, then pressed his finger deep inside of her. It
wasn't necessary, a small bit on the thermometer would have sufficed, but
he seemed to take great pleasure in what he was doing now. She felt the
unwanted stirring return and the sting of tears in her eyes, but,
fortunately, Kevin was in a generous mood. He simply withdrew his finger
without touching anywhere else and replaced it with the cold glass of the
thermometer. Of course any excitement on her part would have shot her
temperature up, negating the reading, but she was grateful nonetheless
and eagerly returned his kisses while trying hard to ignore the intrusive
instrument jutting from her backside.
Once her temperature was read and recorded in a little green
notebook, Kevin pulled the diaper back up without securing it and freed
her completely to roll to her back while he curled the four straps
together at the foot of the bed. He would be using them again no doubt.
Jessica wanted to touch herself, the strange rasping worse than ever, but
held on to her judgement. She waited.
"Was is it, baby?" Kevin asked, coming to sit beside her and seeing
her squirm against the propped pillow.
"Nothing," she lied.
He smiled and put his hand on the diaper, intensifying the odd
sensation. "Nothing?" he prompted. "You can tell Daddy what's wrong."
The way he was looking at her, flushed and innocent, said it all.
"What's going on," she demanded in a worried whisper.
"Something we've been talking about for a long time."
"What? What do you mean? What have you done?" Alarmed she reached
for his hand, determined to find out for herself, but he smacked her
fingers and she jerked them back.
"Patience, my love, is a virtue," he reminded cheerfully. Then,
with all the flair of a magician, whisked the diaper out from under her
and tossed it away, revealing....
"My God," Jessica breathed, staring in mouth gaping horror at her
shaved and naked mound. She parted her legs, but there wasn't a curl in
sight, just smooth naked folds. "Oh Kevin, why?" Tears welled in her
eyes. She was so open, so exposed, all her soft concealing hair...!
Purely from instinct she tried to flee from the sight, rolling away
from him toward the opposite side of the bed. His hands gently pulled
her back, holding her firmly, but she couldn't face him, shaking her head
in denial, all too aware of the vulnerable feel of her naked skin against
the sheet and insides of her buttocks and thighs.
"Easy, baby. Come back here," Kevin murmured, pulling her into his
arms. She cowered against him and he whispered in her ear. "Don't be
upset, Jess, please. I didn't mean for you to be. We've wanted to do
this for a long time, but never had the courage. I just took the
initiative."
No, it couldn't be! "Put it back!" she wailed, an absurd idea at
best.
"Put it back?" he repeated, bewildered.
"Yes!"
He pulled away and smiled kind amusement, but asked seriously, "Do
you really want me to try?"
The image of her husband bent over her, trying to replace her shorn
ringlets, was so ridiculous she couldn't stifle a small tearful giggle.
"Yes."
"I could give it a shot," he said after due consideration, leaning
her back against the pillow and running his hand down her stomach to
caress her baldness.
The feel of his fingers where she had never felt them before made
Jessica shiver. This was how she had always imagined it would be. A
light tickling touch that sent tiny shockwaves up and down and through
her.
"If you really want me to," Kevin added, eyes twinkling when she bit
her lip and moaned. "Of course then I would have to postpone your
shower."
That thought perked her up immediately. He was already stirring her
to passion and she knew from experience that when he chose to bathe her
in the shower, he would turn it into the most wonderful love making
session. The thought of the warm spray and soapy lather on her newly
exposed skin, erased all her misgivings. She shook her head.
"You don't want me too or you don't want a shower?" he teased,
knowing full well what she meant.
"I don't want you too."
"You don't want me too...?"
"Please, I don't want you to try," she begged, desperate and eager.
"Please give me a shower, Daddy."
He glowed at her spontaneous response and whisked her into her arms.
"Daddy's little baby is so wonderful," he praised. "He's going to give
her a shower she'll remember forever."
In the bathroom, Kevin went to the oversized stall and started the
water while Jessica accepted his offer to relieve herself. He was so
thrilled that she wasn't upset over his shaving her, that he was fairly
beside himself. As he had hoped, once she got over the initial shock,
she had actually found she rather liked it. As much as he did. In fact,
her hand had strayed so often as he walked her to the bathroom that he
had finally had to tell her to stop touching herself, warning that he
would know and punish her if she did so when she was alone. That was his
job and he guarded it jealously.
When Jessica rejoined him, he immediately pressed his hand between
her legs and smiled. "You've been good."
She glared at his presumption and started to step back, but he
quickly reached around and smacked her bare buttocks. "Behave," he
warned. "Or I'll give a sponge bath."
He had done so in the past and knew it wasn't nearly as pleasant for
her. She confirmed this by immediately erasing the scowl from her face.
Kevin laughed and pushed her into the stall ahead of him, listening
to her purr as the warm water caressed her body. Something he would soon
be doing himself, he thought, shedding his clothes quickly and joining
her. He was pleased with her this morning and intended to reward her,
not to mention indulge, at long last, in his own much awaited, much
needed, release.
Moving in behind her, Kevin turned her so her back was to the spray
and reached for the soap. She stood motionless, obedient, her face
upturned, eyes shut, a small smile of anticipation on her lips. His
already throbbing manhood jerked and hardened impossibly further. He
wanted her so badly, needed her so much, he would have to work hard to
maintain the necessary control to draw this out to its planned
conclusion. At the moment that seemed all but impossible.
Putting himself between her and the spray, he soaped his hands and
drew them slowly down her shoulders, under her arms, and around to her
breasts. He loved her breasts, not too large, not too small, and
incredibly sensitive. She jumped when he found her nipples and leaned
against him. He continued fondling her, rolling the rosy erect buds
between his fingers and thumbs, while pressing and rubbing his hardened
manhood against the cleft of her buttocks, as close to her forbidden
entrance as he could get.
Reflexively, Jessica reached behind her in a characteristic move he
now recognized was an unconscious defense. Though he loved her caress,
he couldn't allow it. Kevin pinched down just firmly enough to make her
halt. She stood motionless again, but grew tense.
"Trust me, baby," he whispered, backing off a bit until she relaxed
again. That wasn't what he had in mind anyway, not so soon in his
efforts.
Kevin continued cupping and stroking her breasts, then slowly began
to work his way downward. Though she attempted to guide him to her
center immediately, he held off, trailing his fingers teasingly down her
thighs. Only when she was panting with desire did he reach for the soap
again and bring the fresh lather to her naked, beckoning mound. Jessica
gasped at his touch, swaying her hips, so he lingered a while over the
new and enticing feel of her before finally taking the initiative to
begin his probe deeper. She was already wet and wanting, so he
intentionally took his time, bathing her smooth lips with care and
rolling her swollen protruding clit slowly between his fingers. When she
began to shudder, on the verge of cumming, he pulled them away and
laughed at her moan of disappointment.
"Wait for Daddy," he whispered in her ear, running his tongue over
the delicate curve of it. "There's my girl. Very soon now."
She moaned again, beyond coherent speech and he felt the trembling
in her knees. Gently, slowly, playing on her anticipation, he caressed
her body one last time and turned her to face him. Bringing his lips to
hers, he fastened them together, tongues dancing, and signaled with his
hand that he was ready. She shifted and he grasped her waist and lifted,
supporting her frail weight entirely, while her legs curled around his
waist. Pushing her to the wall, he slowly lowered her onto his throbbing
manhood.
It was sheer ecstasy. Her warm folds welcomed him in, tightening
around him, driving him nearly insane with shockwaves of pure pleasure.
He could have done it then, taken her in one reeling, cataclysmic second,
but he forced himself to wait, to hold off. He wanted her to share. He
wanted to give her this priceless moment in a very special way.
Jessica groaned, impatient, wanting him to start the slow undulating
movements that would send her heaven. She nipped his neck and ears,
prompting and begging.
But Kevin had something else in mind. He backed from the wall and
grasped her hips. She gasped, understanding, and loosened her legs to
allow him to move her. Yes, he thought, but not for the reasons she
suspected. Keeping her up with one arm, he ran his free hand over her
soapy backside.
Puzzled, she lapped at his ear, keening a query.
Kevin responded by taking possession of her lips again. Her tongue
wrestled his, conveying her need through sheer force. Yes, he thought
again, and without warning plunged his finger, just the tip, up and into
her unsuspecting bottom.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Jessica jerked back, freeing her lips.
"Easy, baby," he groaned coaxingly, spreading wet kisses over cheeks
and nose. "Easy. Only if you want me too. Do you want me too?"
He took her lips again and felt her whimper behind them. She was
frightened he knew, confused by her reaction to his unexpected intrusion,
a reaction that was being conveyed to him unmistakably through the
rippling waves that engulfed and excited his throbbing member. But she
was also helpless. Helpless as he had intentionally made her. Helpless
as she needed to be against the wants and needs of her body to release
the full potential of her pleasure.
"Do you?" he pressed hoarsely, close to loosing control. Still, he
wouldn't proceed without her consent. He would still make love to her,
yes, fulfil her, just not that way.
"Jess?" he whispered desperately. She had to decide. Now.
In the end he almost missed her answer, a slow trembling nod that
betrayed her desire and her fear of it.
And none too soon. The moment he started to move her, swaying her
outward, seeking and supplying the euphoric friction they both needed,
thrusting in and out of her, back and front, finger and member, Jessica
threw her head back and screamed, a long terrible cry of sheer and utter
ecstasy that was torn from the deepest depths of her rigid, convulsing
frame.
Kevin quickly joined her, adding his own exalted cry, as her strong
muscles spasmed around him, clutching him, pulling him in, finger and
member, combining with her primal cry to send him irretrievably over the
final brink, past any hope of thought or reason. Purely the beast he
clasped her tight, thrusting harder and deeper, time and again, until,
finally, he swelled and burst, exploding forcefully, filling her
gratefully, joyfully, totally, with his seed.
Collapsing against the wall, Kevin held Jessica to him, cradling her
like a child, and slid slowly to his knees while she buried her face in
his neck and wept.
"Jessica? Please, answer me." Kevin had recovered his complete
senses to find his wife of four years huddled and unresponsive. Wrapped
in a towel, she now sat shivering in his lap, her green eyes pressed
tight and leaking tears.
"Baby? Can you open your eyes for me?"
She did and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was hearing him at
least. But she looked so frightened, so lost.
"Tell me how you feel, baby," he coaxed, aching that he might have
gone too far, hurt her terribly with something she wasn't ready for.
Her eyes raised slowly to his and he saw confusion where he had
feared he would find accusation or shame. "I... I don't know," she
choked weakly.
"Come on, baby, you can tell Daddy."
"I...."
"Did it feel good? Before?" he helped softly, already knowing the
answer, but also knowing that she needed to admit it, to him, and to
herself.
Her lip trembled.
"Answer me, Jess."
"You know it did," his adorable wife finally accused, blurting it
out and pouting. "You knew it would. You planned it all along."
Yes, he had, but he wouldn't parade his success.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked instead. Though he was thrilled
by her admission, indirect as it was, he still ached at the thought that
she might not welcome or understand what he'd done as the gift it was
meant to be.
"Do I get to punish you if I say yes?"
He smiled lovingly at her childlike response, the cold knot of fear
melting away. "If you really mean it," he agreed.
She didn't answer and he knew she couldn't because she wasn't.
Satisfied, he decided to let it go at that. She had accepted his gift,
tentatively perhaps, but wasn't quite sure yet what she was going to do
with it. Not that he had any intention of letting her lock it away in
some dusty corner of her mind, never again to see the light of day. He
would, however, give her time to toy with its existence, alone and
unmolested, before dragging it back out into the open again.
Which would give him plenty of time to call Frawling's, he thought
with a smile.
This is the end of Chapter 2. Anyone bored yet?
As always your comments are appreciated.
L.
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