“I know. But it’s necessary. Just relax.”

“The guy always says relax. Would you be relaxed if someone were about to stick their whole hand in you?”

“I can’t say I would be relaxed, but I’m quite certain I wouldn’t be argumentative.”

“Point taken.”

Daniel stopped touching her. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. “Just breathe in and out. Tell me if anything hurts.”

She nodded but didn’t answer. She began to breathe slowly—in...then out, in...then out. She could do this, had done this. If she was being honest she’d even admit that she loved this.

Daniel’s fingers returned to her. He pressed her outer lips apart with his left hand while he pushed two fingers from his right hand deep inside her. Eleanor kept breathing. She’d learned the secret. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to become too aroused. The vaginal muscles tightened when aroused. She had to stay calm, empty herself, let him completely in, push nothing but fear out. The perfect passive act for a true submissive.

Inside her Daniel made slow spirals with his hand...spiraling outward pressing against her inner walls, opening her until three then four fingers were inside her.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked, gentle concern in his voice.

“Very okay.”

“Are you ready?” She didn’t have to ask him ready for what....

“Yes.”

If the four fingers filled her, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his whole hand, his whole fist inside her. Her calm broke for a moment and she gasped at how he now filled her. She spread her thighs wider, pressed hard into his hand. She felt her own fluid cool and slick on her thighs.

Daniel barely moved. He didn’t need to. Eleanor writhed around his hand, her body torn between the twin needs to push him out or pull him in deeper and deeper.

She leaned up and gripped her own knees. For the first time she looked down and saw Daniel’s wrist deep inside her. She collapsed on her back, lifted her hips and orgasmed so fiercely even Daniel gasped.

As she panted, he pulled gingerly out of her. He used the corner of the towel underneath her to dry his hand. He rolled her onto her stomach, Eleanor limp as a rag doll. She felt the cold liquid on her again, this time inside her ass. Then it was Daniel inside her thrusting hungrily. She was too tired to enjoy it. She merely waited patiently underneath him as he used her for his own pleasure and spent himself inside her once and then again when once proved inadequate to sate his appetite for her.

Finally they lay naked, near each other, sore and tired and smiling.

“I was thinking,” Eleanor said turning to drape herself over Daniel’s chest.

“Always a dangerous pursuit...what were you thinking?”

“Your wife. I know she died of cancer but still—”

“Still what?”

“I kind of envy her.”

* * *

Eleanor spent the next three days in a haze of sex and books and happiness. There was no room of the house they did not christen; there was nothing they were afraid or unwilling to do to each other. The fog grew so thick that Eleanor had to keep reminding herself what day it was and how long she’d been there. Arrived on Saturday, today was Wednesday, leave on Friday...leave on Friday.