Gordburg

Chapter 2-2

Ron scanned the restaurant. It was almost crowded. There were not quite as many women here as men, but the ratio was a lot better than it had been in the bar. Hardly any of the women had male companions, though. Some of the women were sitting alone, others sat together in small groups. The groups seemed more interested in scoping out the possibilities than in sampling the food. He turned his attention back to Elizabeth, who had been doing some looking around of her own.

“What did you mean when you said you’d been stared at for pretty much all of your life?” he asked. She picked up her menu and smiled at him over the top of it.

“I was always tall for my age,” she answered. “That’s how I got my first modeling jobs. The agencies always seemed to go for tall, thin, young-looking women, and I fit the bill.”

“Thin? That’s hard to believe.”

She laughed. “Oh, yes!” she said. “I was just a little bit better endowed than a broomstick until I turned sixteen. Then I pretty much stopped growing up and started growing out. It came as a real relief to me at first. I was worried that I’d be skinny forever.” She leaned slightly forward and lowered her menu just enough to give him a good look at her cleavage, and how the thin material of the dress strained to contain her breasts. “It cost me my modeling career after a while, but by then I’d already made more than enough for college, and I’d never intended to be a clothes horse forever. It’s a nasty, cutthroat business, and you’re pretty well washed out of it by the time you’re twenty-five anyway. What’s the matter?”

“I’m just having trouble picturing you as ever being skinny.”

Her throaty laugh wasn’t very loud, but it made heads turn anyway. “I really was,” she assured him. “I was really thrilled at first when I actually started to have a figure, but then came all of the attention that it drew. I’d always been kind of a tomboy, and it took me a while to get used to how much things had changed.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “What made it harder was all the fantasies I started to have. Some of them were actually scary in addition to being exciting. So I packed them all away in a box in a dark corner and put all of my energies into my career. Then one day I turned forty and realized that I’d done pretty much everything I’d set out to do. All that I had left were those fantasies. So I went into that dark corner and opened the box…just to have a look, you know?”

“Oh, yes,” Ron nodded. He’d heard many stories along that line over the years.

“It turned out that just looking wasn’t enough. I hadn’t exactly lived like a nun, but I started wondering what I might have missed out on. It was still kind of scary. I tried to put everything back in the box again, but I couldn’t. They kept gnawing at me until I started losing sleep. Finally, I had to do something, and a friend told me about this mysterious organization that could help.” Her expression softened as she looked at him. “I got lucky,” she murmured. “Master.”

Before he could reply, their waiter reappeared, bringing glasses of ice water. He asked if they were ready to order. He faced Ron as he asked, but his eyes kept straying towards Elizabeth. To his credit, he managed to make it not look too obvious.

“I’m over here,” Ron said to the man. He looked at Elizabeth. “What would you like?” he asked.

“Oh, anything you order will be fine with me,” she replied with another little smile. “But I should tell you that I’m absolutely ravenous tonight.”

“Well, then,” Ron addressed the waiter, who almost seemed to snap to attention. “How’s the surf and turf?”

“It’s very good, sir,” the man replied. “And the portions are very large. It comes with a baked potato or fries, and our vegetable medley.”

“Medley?”

“That’s mostly zucchini, with some onions and yellow squash.”

“Baked potato?” Ron asked Elizabeth, who nodded.

“It also comes with soup or salad,” the waiter added, his eyes straying.

“I think I’ll skip that,” Ron said.

“Me too,” Elizabeth chimed in.

“Anything to drink, sir?”

“Do you have a house wine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then bring us a bottle of that. Red, preferably.”

The waiter took their menus and left. Elizabeth laughed. It was more of a stifled giggle than a laugh, but it was clear that she found something amusing.

“What’s so funny?” Ron asked.

“Oh, Ron,” she shook her head and leaned forward again. “The look you get when you see another man looking at me! I think you scare them a little.”

“Good,” he grinned. “I want them scared.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have dressed this way?” she suggested.

“Nonsense,” he retorted. “You look gorgeous. You can dress any way that you like. Anyway, I think you like the attention you get.”

“Now, that’s a curious thing,” she said.

“What is?”

“Well, I usually enjoyed the attention, but I never used to dress to attract it before. Like this, for example,” she indicated the dress. “I would never have dared to wear something like this before. I would have felt too exposed.”

“And now?”

“Master,” she looked at him coyly. “You kept me stark naked the whole time that you had me in that very strange place back in the city. Lots and lots of men looked at me then, and quite a few women. But it was all right, somehow, because you were the one responsible for it, and you were my master, and you were the only one who could touch me.” She sighed. “I was thinking that maybe there was some place here that you could do that if you wanted to.”

“That does sound like a possibility,” he said. Actually, until she’d brought it up, he hadn’t even thought about it at all. The idea intrigued him. A very primitive part of him wanted to demonstrate to other men, vividly and unmistakably, that this stunning female was his and his alone. Now it seemed that some primitive part of her would enjoy that. Gordburg might be just the place to do it, but he’d have to learn more about the rules here first.

“You like the idea of putting me on display,” she smiled. “I could tell that you liked it back in the city.”

“Could you?” he asked. He’d been so busy trying to find anything that she’d balk at back then that he hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed putting her through her paces while others watched.

“Of course I could,” she answered. “I was so focused on you that it was easy for me to tell. And I loved it, being your obedient slave.” She sighed again, very happily. “I still love it, Master. Will we visit the slave market tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he replied. “But I don’t know how much there will be to see there. They said that their busy season hasn’t really started yet.”

“I’d still love to see it,” Elizabeth said. Their waiter arrived with a basket of dinner rolls, and for a little while their conversation was on hold. The rolls were warm, and very tasty.

“Ron,” Elizabeth said after she devoured her roll.

“Yes?”

“I know that men are probably looking at me right now. But do you know that some women are looking at you right now too?”

“They are?” he asked. “Where? I’m not going to look.”

“That party of three pretty young women we passed by on the way in,” she said. “They seem quite taken with you. Does that happen to you often?”

“Not really,” he said with a shrug.

“Truly?” Elizabeth looked as if she couldn’t believe him. “A big, strong guy like you, with those wide shoulders and all those muscles? There are three cute little females over there, whispering to each other about you, and you won’t even have a look?”

“Well, it does happen some times,” he admitted. “Not often, though. And no, I’m not going to look.”

Her smile was a little crooked now. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. As cute as those other women might be, none of them could ever be as attractive to him as she already was.

The main course, when it came, smelled and looked so appetizing when it arrived that they both fell to eating, too hungry to waste any time or energy in talking. Ron did notice that Elizabeth ate her baked potato the same way that he did, skin and all. They both leaned back in their chairs as the waiter brought coffee.

“That was absolutely delicious,” Elizabeth declared as the plates were cleared away. “But I still have room for some dessert.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I saw that they had German chocolate cake on the menu,” she answered. “I haven’t had that in so long! I’d really, really like some.”

“I haven’t had any in a while myself,” he said.

They lingered for a while over their cake and coffee, exchanging looks and smiles but not engaging in much actual conversation. Elizabeth flirted with him in subtle ways: A sly half-smile, reaching up to brush back a stray lock of her thick, dark hair, sitting with her shoulders pulled back so that the outlines of her n*****s stood out against the sheer material of her dress, giving him slow, smoldering looks over the rim of her coffee cup. He had had many women: Tall ones, short ones, medium ones, blondes, brunettes, redheads…and every single one of them faded into insignificance when compared to Elizabeth.

Settling the bill was unexpectedly awkward. The Organization insisted on comping them for any and all bills they might run up while they were here, which was very handy, but it made tipping properly a challenge. Ron wasn’t sure what to do, but Elizabeth had had more experience with such things. She told him to simply add a tip amount to the bill, sign it, and let it go at that.

Going from the warmth and bustle of the hotel restaurant to the quiet dark outside was like stepping into another part of the world. The streetlamps gave just enough light to see by, and no more. The buzz of conversation was replaced by a low, droning background chorus of insects and frogs. It felt calming and soothing. It also felt noticeably cooler. When he saw Elizabeth hugging herself, he took off his jacket and draped it across her shoulders. She smiled and murmured thanks.

“Ron?”

“Yes?”

I’m feeling a bit full after that big meal. Could we take a little walk before we go back to the bungalow?”

“Of course,” he replied. “Fact is, I could use a little light exercise myself.” He offered her his arm, and she happily took it.

“Which way would you like to go?” he asked her.

She cuddled up closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Down towards the slave market?” she suggested. “I’m really, really curious about this place. I know it’s late, but it should still be open. Could we go and have a closer look at it?”

“Why not?” he agreed. They set off. When they got to the wide, sandy street they stayed on it rather than go up onto the raised wooden walkway. Elizabeth clung to his arm, once again letting the soft, warm weight of her breast press against his biceps. He didn’t mind that at all. The street was dimly lit and empty. He could hear the sounds of the insects and frogs, or ignore them completely. He was pleasantly full, a little bit tired, even after their long afternoon nap, and musing about what they would do once they got back to their bungalow. He was more inclined to slow, thorough lovemaking in that big bed rather than anything more strenuous tonight. But as they walked along in silence, his mind turned to other things. He had an urge to bind his female, possibly with strips tied from a bed sheet, possibly hogtying her, and glutting himself on her magnificent body after he had made her come. Sometimes, her orgasm was so fierce, so overwhelming, that she almost passed out from it and needed a breather before he could go to work on her again. So far, though, that had only happened when he had her spread eagled and unable to move, no matter how much she tried to. He loved to see her that way, naked and spread, straining against her bonds, her skin slick with the sweat of her efforts, the muscles in her legs and arms standing out, her breasts jiggling heavily, her n*****s swollen, her breath coming in labored pants and gasps, her eyes glazing over with lust…

Okay, now he had best start thinking about something else entirely if he didn’t want to have to start walking bent over. He was close to fifty, and Elizabeth could make him feel like a teenager, horny all the time and fully erect at the most embarrassing moments. He switched his attention to the buildings they were walking by. Someone had gone to a great deal of trouble to duplicate an old Western town here, even though the eastern part of this place was clearly contemporary. He wondered why, and then Elizabeth gave his arm a quick little hug and all of his attention went right back to her.