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We left the bus and walked around taking pictures.
Charles laughed when I began mooing at some cows that were grazing nearby, but I kept at it until they answered me and came to see what I was about.
“So, you’re an anthropologistanda cow whisperer?”
I rubbed the heads of the three cows who were sticking their heads over the stone wall to greet me while seven others were coming closer at a relaxed pace. “Animals sense energy. I’m telling you that if an animal doesn’t want to be close to a person, that tells you something.”
Charles took pictures of me and the cows. “I thought you said that you’re from Chicago? You sure you didn’t grow up on a farm?”
“Yup, I’m sure. I just love animals and they love me.” Other tourists hurried over to have pictures taken with the cows, so after giving the closest cow a last scratch, we walked on. “Look how picturesque it is.” I pointed to the landscape surrounding the abbey.
“Would you like me to take a picture of you?” Charles offered an Asian couple who were trying to get a good angle on their selfie.
When he was done, the man offered to return the favor and Charles and I smiled at the camera with the abbey in the background.
“We only have fifteen minutes and I can’t stop thinking about the thing you wanted to show me,” Charles whispered in my ear.
“All right.” I was nervous when I led him away from the other tourists and around the corner of one of the buildings. “Promise you won’t judge.”
He nodded.
Looking over my shoulders to be sure we were alone, I walked in to stand with my back to the old brick wall. “You have to come closer.”
Charles was quick to comply, and moved all the way up to stand in front of me, his eyes shining with intense interest.
“Give me your hand.” I licked my front teeth and felt like I was taking a big chance by revealing something this private about myself. “Okay, so the thing that really turns me on is the way my lover touches me. Some men don’t like to do it, others think it’s hot.” Lifting his hand, I placed it in the middle of my chest and then I guided him to raise it higher and close his large hand around my throat.
Charles frowned and it made me scared that this had been a bad idea. He wouldn’t be the first to find it weird. Miguel had once told me I was a freak, but we’d been fighting then and he’d later apologized.
Shit. I should have never told him this soon.
I waited for Charles to say something. His shoulder bobbed up and his face scrunched in a succession of tics. I’d always found it charming when he did that, as it made him more approachable and imperfect like me. But right now, I wanted to know what he was thinking and his silence made me nervous.
“Would you rather it had been the butt thing?” My comment was an attempt to give him a way out, but he didn’t take it. Instead he moved closer and lifted his other hand to my throat as well. Lowering his head, he spoke with his lips almost touching mine. “I wouldn’t have guessed you to be submissive.”
“I’m not. It’s just the throat thing. I can’t explain what it is.”
He wasn’t squeezing but kept his hands on my skin. His warm breath on my lips, and his large hands around my neck made Ireland in October feel as hot as the Caribbean.
“Are your panties getting moist from this?”
His voice was low and husky, and although his question surprised me, I met his eyes and answered in truth. “Yes.”
“Good.” Leaning his torso against me, Charles pressed me against the wall and whispered in my ear. “Do you feel what dominating you like this does to me?”
With the way he was pressing up against me, I could feel something hard pressing at my stomach.
His accepting this part of me made me want him even more. Letting my hands slide down his torso, stomach, all the way to the front of his pants, I touched the outline of his impressive erection. His eyes closed and he moaned against my cheek. “Holy Christ.”
“Mmmm.” I moaned too.
“If you knew the things that I want to do with you right now,” he whispered and moved his face into position to kiss me, yet he didn’t.
Our breaths mixed, our eyes weren’t blinking as we looked deep into each other’s eyes, and then he leaned his full weight on me, pressing me back against the wall and tightening his grip around my throat just a little more. “I wish there was no bus and it was just you and me out here.”
I wanted him to kiss me and made a small sound of agreement.
When his lips touched mine, it made my whole body vibrate as if I was a musical instrument that only he knew how to play.
