Tender Restraints

By Christopher Maddox

She was lying naked in the middle of one of the stalls that had been covered with about two feet of fresh hay that was loosely scattered about. Beside her was a silver tray with a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, some cheeses, strawberries, and grapes.
“My God, you are gorgeous lying there naked out in the open like this. You look just like a country girl,” he said, shifting his erection around in his jeans.
“I feel like a country girl, a slutty little country girl,” she smiled.
“Well, I don’t think that a picture of you lying there naked like that will make the cover of the 4-H Club magazine,” he chuckled.
“Not unless H stands for horny,” she grinned. “I think that you need to get over here, open this bottle of wine, and get ready to have sex with your slutty little country girl,” she said, smiling as she squeezed both of her nipples. He removed his clothing, climbed up on the haystack, and he lay down beside her.
“What did I do to deserve you in my life?” he whispered, brushing his lips across hers.
“You wrote a disgustingly naughty and perverse story about yourself and your poor, innocent teacher. Then, you tricked her into reading the revolting story, and the rest is, shall we say, history,” she giggled.
He opened the wine and poured each of them a glass. He held his glass up and toasted her exquisite beauty. They kissed as they sipped the cool wine and fed each other strawberries. He finished his wine and sat the glass on the tray. He kissed her passionately for the longest time. She pushed his face down to her right nipple. He licked, nibbled and sucked on it, forcing moans of pleasure and desire from her sweet lips.
She moved his mouth to her other nipple, and with her fingers, she placed it between his lips. He groaned loudly as he sucked it deeply into his mouth and began sucking as if he were nursing her.
She writhed and moaned from all of the luscious nipple play while she ground her pussy against his hip. “Oh, baby, I love my nipples sucked,” she groaned as he handed her a small bunch of large, red grapes.
“This orgasm’s just for you for being such a wonderful lover,” he said as he went down between her legs and kissed her wet pubis. He reached under her thighs, cupped her round, tight ass with his hands, and lifted her up to his lips.
“You can take all the time you want, lover. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to stop. I just want to give you pleasure,” he said.
She moaned deeply with a slight quiver in anticipation of feeling his soft, warm lips touch the wet flesh of her vulva.
He ran his lips over her moistened mound, nudging at her swollen lips as she gasped and rocked her pelvis up, sliding her sex against his face. He parted her tangled hair with his tongue and slid it up through her slit, resting it gently on her clitoris.
She gasped for air when he began sliding the tip of his tongue gently up and down the thin sheath of skin covering her engorged nugget.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, nudging her pussy gently into his mouth.
He pulled her clit into his mouth and began steadily sucking on it as if he were nursing it like a nipple.
She hunched into him. “My God, that feels wonderful.”
He slid his tongue inside of her warm, moist opening and began fucking her with it while she hunched and squirmed, trying to shove more of it inside her.
He moaned as he inhaled her delicate, pungent odor and swallowed some of her warm, sweet nectar. “I think that I like this more than you do,” he groaned.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she said with a deep sigh as she tilted her pelvis up and gently pushed his mouth away for a moment.
She reached down between her legs and slowly slid one of the large, red grapes inside of her oozing sex. "You do like grapes, don't you?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: Jun 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301524204

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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Tender Restraints

Christopher Maddox

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Copyright 2013 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including graphic sexual acts. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 1

Samantha Jones was a highly respected instructor at Westminster High School located in a suburb of Charleston, South Carolina. Being independently wealthy, she didn’t have to work, but she did so because she really loved what she did and enjoyed the interaction with her students. Coming from one of the area’s most prestigious families, she was well known, and she had always enjoyed a sterling reputation.

She taught creative writing to a limited number of students in their senior year. They were advanced placement college courses that only a few students could qualify to take; therefore, there were only enough students for two or three classes each semester. In other words, she only had the cream of the crop in her classes. This worked out well for Mrs. Jones because she didn’t want to work full time.

She worked mornings at the high school, and then she left each day around eleven o’clock, which gave her ample time to pursue other interests. These other interests primarily involved, not too surprisingly, a writing career that was fairly successful. She had dozens of best sellers and had sold thousands of copies over the years. However, none of her colleagues or students had any idea that she was an author because she wrote under the pseudonym of Crystal Summers, one of the most successful erotica novelists in the country.

She lived alone in her family’s ancestral estate in the most prestigious neighborhood in town. Both of her parents were deceased, and her husband was killed in an unfortunate automobile accident a little over three-and-a-half-years ago. It’s difficult to understand how a writer of erotica could be celibate for over three years, but she hadn’t dated since her husband passed away.

During the last semester of school, she became aware that one of her students, Nicholas Adams had developed a serious crush on her. It started two years ago when he was in his second year of high school, and by his senior year, he felt certain that he was in love with her. He was borderline desperate to be with her, and he wanted her to know how he felt.

As part of his final grade in her class, he was required to write a story about anything of his choosing. In as much as he wanted her to know how he felt toward her, he was afraid of coming right out and admitting that he wanted to have an affair with her. He actually wanted to be her secret lover, but he was certain that if he just came out and told her, she would reject him outright. He thought that she would be afraid that he would tell someone or that they would somehow get caught.

Therefore, he decided to write his story for her class as a romance, about the two of them. It‘s a long and somewhat complicated tale; however, at the end of the day, he was successful in his efforts to win her heart and became her lover. With high school behind him now, he had all summer to enjoy their new relationship, and he planned to spend as much time with her as possible.

Interestingly enough, during the process of writing the erotic romance about him and Mrs. Jones, he developed a serious interest in writing erotica. That was convenient because his lover was, as stated above, a writer of erotica. Nicholas originally thought that he would go to summer school to get a jump on his college courses. However, since he and Samantha had become lovers, he wasn’t nearly as interested in summer school as he had initially thought, and now, he wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could. This suited her just fine because she never taught summer school and had the entire summer to herself, her writing, and her new lover.

Nicholas couldn’t afford to attend one of the larger universities, so he opted for a local community college for his first two years. That would give him time to sort out what he wanted to do for a career. However, after writing his erotic tale about him and his teacher, he thought that he might want to become a writer. He checked with the community college, and fortunately, they offered courses in writing and literature.

It had only been two weeks since he had graduated and two weeks to the day since they became lovers. They were in the kitchen preparing dinner, a celebratory dinner marking their two-week anniversary. She decided to cook broiled veal chops with Marsala mushroom gravy, ratatouille, and a tossed green salad with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing.

Nicholas, are you sure your mom won’t be suspicious about your spending the night out again? she asked, looking his way.

No, not at all. I spend the night over at some of my friend’s houses quite a bit, and now that it is summer, she won’t think a thing about it. Mom is very open-minded. Besides, I think that if she knew we were lovers, she would most likely cover for me, he chuckled. However, for reasons we’ve already discussed, she can never know, Samantha. It’s primarily for your sake, but it’s for mine as well, he added. He embraced her, kissed her tenderly, and placed both of his hands on her bottom, pulling her into him.

She groaned affectionately when she felt his erection rub against the soft folds just below her mound. Nicholas, I can’t believe what you do to me. We’ve made love every day since our first time together, two weeks ago, and I still can’t get enough of you.

On some of those days, we made love almost all day long, he smiled. He didn’t think that he would ever get his fill of the beautiful woman, who had taken him in as her lover. Even though, she was twenty-three years his senior, he didn’t care, for she was a wonderful person, incredibly beautiful, and all he wanted to do was be with her.

You had better take that thing out of my crotch if you want to have dinner this evening, she teased.

Okay, but what’s for dessert? You haven’t told me yet, he asked.

It’s a surprise. You won’t know what it is until it’s just inches from your lips, she whispered as he pushed his erection firmly against her swollen lips.

Okay, she said, that’s enough. Get back over there and cut up the vegetables for the ratatouille while I make the salad and prepare the chops, she said, pushing him back toward the vegetables.

She loved to cook. However, in the three years since her husband died, she had gotten away from it because it just wasn’t any fun cooking a complicated meal just for yourself. Being with Nicholas, like this, was still new to her. It had been a very difficult decision for her to start a physical relationship with a previous student. However, at this point, it was a decision that she was glad she had made. He was exactly what she needed to fulfill her physically and emotionally starved life.

Sure, she had plenty of activities and many long-term friends around town, but there was no one there who could keep her warm on those long, cold winter nights. Before Nicholas, there had been no one to share her bed, and there had been no one to fill the empty void that ached deeply within her womb.

She had a number of vibrators that would take the edge off of her need, but Nicholas did so much more than just take the edge off. He sated her, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

Yum, she thought, there’s nothing like a virile, young man who’s always ready and eager at a moment’s notice.

How’s the ratatouille coming? she asked.

Uh ... he paused, looking at the oven. It has about twenty minutes to go, honey.

Okay, the salad is made, and I’ll put the chops in the broiler in about ten minutes. You like yours medium rare, right?

Yes, ma’am, I do, he said, smiling while he placed his arm around her waist as they cooked together side by side. In just two short weeks, they had come so far together. It wasn’t just on a physical level. It was on an emotional level as well.

We’re right on schedule, she grinned. Hey, baby, would you open the wine? All of this intense cooking is making me very thirsty, she chuckled.

One of my favorite things to do. What would you like?

How about a bottle of Mendoza Malbec? That should go well with the chops, she said, as she walked by him and patted him affectionately on the butt.

"Mendoza Malbec, coming right up. Do you want to go with me? That’s where it all started, you know; the wine room. That’s where we had