Once upon a light drive

Gather Kittens,
Marshall Dudley, here. The following is for your pleasure only, and, well, that of Ms. Messenger. But, for obvious reasons, she isn’t yet informed of the salacious circumstances that wait for her in the foreseeable future. Some things are better discovered in the natural order of events. However, for the sake of today’s dalliance, I’ll invite you to sneak a peek beneath the sheets.Shh… come this way.I trot downstairs to find Ms. Messenger has kindly let herself in, and is already moping about the kitchen, holding the refrigerator door open as if staring at the food might play a part in digestion. “An Oliver got you down?” It’s a formality to ask at this point. I snap up the leather whip from the corner and check my hair in the reflection of the window. Then I see her—the woman of my dreams—traveling from the future just to please me—headed off to the barn for our afternoon romp. A smile begs to form on my lips but I won’t give it lest Skyla think I’m relishing her hormonal hysteria.“You know the drill." She comes over—her perfume is sweet as honeysuckle. "It's practically a daily requirement for me to moan over those boys."  I touch her cheek with the tip of the leather and move my efforts south until I hit the lip of her jeans. I frown at the devilish denim—tight as hell. It’s the modern day chastity belt  the way its torture to take off, and, yet, the plebeians of this generation will be the last to realize it.    “Where are you off to?” Her expression dims. Her eyes fall to my opened shirt, and her lips part. “Rumor has it, there’s a restless animal in the barn.” I take a step into her until my lips are inches away from hers. “A very naughty, naughty, animal who needs to be disciplined—on her knees, among other subservient positions.”She swallows hard. Her heart echoes over mine.I take a step back and examine her in this pre-coital flux, delighting in the fact that in just a few mere minutes I’ll be able to alleviate her tension in the most sinfully expectant manner.“Is something wrong?” I peer at her with my lids lowered, my fingers brushing against her thigh.“No.” She comes to as if waking from a trace. “What’s that thing in your hand, anyway?” Her nose crinkles and makes her look every bit adorable.I crack the whip over the counter, and it cuts the air with a crisp, satisfying snap.“This, my love”—I hold it up for her inspection—“is for both your pleasure and your pain.” I glide it softly over the side of her cheek, causing her lids to flutter—her breathing to grow erratic. I slip past her, out the back, and make my way to the barn. A soft glow emits from inside, and I find my bride on her knees wearing the period piece I’ve requested—a ladies dress with full corset and bustle. That devilish smile I’ve grown to appreciate greets me, and my body rouses to life at the sight of her.“Candles? In a barn, Skyla? Really?” I growl as I make my way over. “You’re going to burn us to the ground before we have the chance to launch one another into the stratosphere.”“You’re right.” She bends over severely, and her cleavage blooms as it spills from her corset. “We’ll burn this place down all right, but the fire will come from you and me.” She lifts her dress just past her thighs and arches her head back to better see me. I glide the riding crop toward her and lift her skirt ever so higher.“Where to begin?” It comes from me sharp like a command.“Let’s begin”—her hands move to the front of my jeans in one smooth stroke—“right here.”

Two hours later…  (Celestra Forever After)*Skyla’s POV
“Where were you just now?” I lean in with suspicion. “You look like holy hell.” I take him in with his rumpled hair, his shirt unbuttoned down the front, his rock hard abs slicked with sweat. “If I didn’t know better…” I let the words hang in the air so thick you could hook a coat on them. A sly grin plays on his lips as he stares out the window.“You do know better, don’t you, Ms. Messenger.”“Who is she?” It comes from me barely audible.He cuts a quick glance in my direction and reverts his gaze back out toward the barn, guilty as hell.“Oh God, no.”“I believe the words you used just moments before were, ‘Oh God, yes, yes, yes.’”“Shit.”“Language.” He gives a sly smile as he walks on by.