The room was dim and cool. Shadowed figures huddled in the corners, soft whispers of conversation counter-pointed the soft “shush, shush, shush” of the machinery by the bed, the occasional “beep, beep, beep” indicating that life still lingered. The woman on the bed laid unnaturally still, her eyes half open, seeing nothing. Her white hair gleamed softly in the dim light. Her skin had the parchment quality of age, yet was smooth and unlined.
“Richard…” A bare thread of sound. Those in the shadows moved restlessly at the sound of her frail voice. They had been summoned. Soon, they had been told. A sigh from the bed. Again, the only sounds were the soft “shush, shush, shush, beep, beep, beep” of the machines.
“Richard…” The woman remembered. She remembered when she had first seen him. Young, tall, well muscled, and handsome. He had seemed so lost. She had offered to help. His sudden smile and bright green eyes made her wish she were younger. They ended up spending the afternoon together, just talking. She would tease him gently about spending so much time with an old woman. She had seen him again the following week. And again the week after that.
“I almost think you wait here for me, Richard,” she had teased. He lowered his eyes and blushed.
“I…do,” he said softly.
That was the night she first took him to her bed. She had ben hesitant at first. He was so much younger and she was beginning to show her age. He spent hours kissing and tasting her body. His lips and tongue teased her nipples until she was writhing. His fingers traced along her skin. He brought her to orgasm again and again until she was nearly delirious.
“Please…” he murmured, “please…”
It took her long moments to realize that he was asking permission. She held his face in her hands, and drew him close for a deep kiss. Then she pushed him over and mounted him, taking his hugely rampant penis deep into her throbbing body. She moaned as he filled her.
“Yeeesss, Richard,” she breathed. His hands went to her waist and he helped her move on his rigid flesh. Her orgasm was sudden and intense. “Richard!” she cried and he thrust up hard into her, his penis pulsing, filling her with his fiery ejaculate. After, she held him against her heated body. She felt his sigh as she slowly stroked his silky hair. She slept.
When she awakened the next morning, he was still there, still in her arms. “Richard,” she said softly. He raised his head to look into her eyes. “Why?”
He blushed. She let go of him, allowing him to rise. He sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered, eyes on the floor.
“Because of your strength,” he said finally. That started a conversation that led into an area she never expected. He explained about domination and submission. He told her about himself, his search for a dominant woman.
She watched him as he bared his soul, touched at his trust. And a little frightened. Finally, he simply sat, head bowed, silent. She sighed.
“What do you think I can give you, Richard?” she asked gently, “that a younger woman cannot?”
“I don’t know, he admitted.
She leaned forward to caress his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned into her caress. “I…” she hesitated, “I need to think.”
His soft sigh was of resignation. He nodded. Neither spoke as he dressed. She sat on the bed watching him. His bright green eyes were sad as he kissed her softly on the lips and left. She thought and researched and read.
Richard went every day to the place where they had met, hoping to see her. As the days went by, his hope began to fade. He was sitting as he usually did, eyes down, expression sad. There were young women who looked at him, speculated. He ignored them. She was standing behind him and a little to one side, watching him.
His head snapped up and around. She saw the hope flare in eyes.
“Come with me, Richard.”
He immediately stood and went to her. She took him home.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. The memory faded. A brief flicker of awareness in her half opened eyes.
“Mrs. Lincoln?” The soft voice of a nurse barely registered on the woman lying in the bed. She mad no response. The nurse turned to one of the other people in the room. “Who is Richard?” she asked softly. “Is he coming?” The question was met with shrugs and blank stares.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Richard…”
He was kneeling in front of the door, gloriously naked. She smiled and closed the door. “Hello, Richard.”
His smile of greeting made his green eyes glow. She began to remove her coat. Instantly, he was on his feet, taking it from her shoulders, hanging it away.
“It has been a long day, Richard,” she said as she moved to her bedroom to change. He followed silently. He helped her undress. As each item of clothing was removed, he would kiss the slowly revealed skin. “Mmmmm, Richard,” she murmured as he both relaxed and aroused her. His magnificent penis was already swelling. She softly caressed his growing erection until she felt him tremble. He was now hugely hard and hot.
“Remove the rest, Richard,” she said. He obediently removed her bra, freeing her ample breasts. His pleasure as he took them in his hands never failed to amaze her. His lips went immediately to the heavy mounds in his hands. He kissed and licked gently chewing on the nipples until he felt her breathing quicken. Then, reluctantly, he left her breasts to slowly remove her panties. His tongue darted around her clitoris, tasting her, as the scent of her filled his nostrils. Her hands caressed his head as he nibbles on her clitoris, his tongue and teeth bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Aaaaaahhhhh,” she moaned, her hips jerking as her orgasm rippled through her. Her fists had tightened in his hair, then loosened as the spasms faded.
“Richard,” she said softly. He looked up at her, green eyes glowing. “Until midnight, Richard,” she said, “you must pleasure me.” She smiled into his gleaming green eyes. “Then you may take your pleasure,” she murmured, “completely.”
A flare of joy burned in his eyes. He stood and swept her into his arms to lay her on the bed. He began his task. She was soon writhing as his hands and mouth teased her. Her orgasms became closer and closer until she was convulsing constantly, his fingers delving deep into her, his tongue lapping her juices, his teeth nipping her clitoris and sucking on her breasts.
On the stroke of midnight, he entered her, impaling her quivering body in a single hard thrust. She arched, screaming, “RICHARD!!!” As she allowed, he took his pleasure, plunging into her tight heat as her ongoing orgasm massaged his massive penis. He savored her, holding his own climax until he could no longer control it. His thrusts became harder, deeper. Then he exploded, his orgasm merging with hers, blending, swirling, capturing both of them in the spiraling ecstasy.
He slowly became aware that he was lying heavy on her. She was still quivering a little as she caressed him. He slowly withdrew his softening penis and moved off of her. She held him against her body, still stroking him.
“I have something for you, Richard,” she murmured.
She smiled at him. “The packet on the table.”
He twisted around and saw a small, silver colored box. His green eyes met hers. She sat up and held out her hand for the box. He gave it to her. She opened it and took out a heavy gold chain.
“Ma’am?” he said, a little breathless.
“Your collar, Richard,” she smiled, “to keep you as mine.”
“Oh! Yes, Ma’am!” he breathed. “Please!” She fastened the chain around his neck.
He sighed. “May I thank you, Ma’am?”
“Yes, Richard,” she replied, “you may.” She lay back to enjoy his gratitude and her orgasms were long and intense as he plunged deep into her until she allowed his own climax. Then, finally, replete, they slept, her arms around him, his lips at her breast.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Oh, Richard…” Then there was silence for a long time, silence broken only by the steady sounds of the machines.
She was looking up into his eyes when the car screeched around the corner. He looked startled, then he pulled her tight to him and twisted. She did not recognize the sound of gunfire. The violence was not aimed at them. They were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. His arms tightened around her, crushing the air from her lungs as he fell, pulling her down with him. She dimly heard the screams of panic around her. They lay in a tangled heap for a few minutes, then she slowly sat up. He did not move.
“Richard?” she whispered. She touched him, feeling the slick wetness of his blood.
“Ma’am?” a small, thin thread of sound. She gathered him in her arms. He groaned softly in pain as she tried desperately to stop his bleeding. His hands weakly captured hers. “I…will…wait…for you…Ma’am,” he gasped softly. Tears blurred her eyes as she looked deep into his slowly dimming green gaze. His hands clutched hers in a final grip then slowly relaxed as his life left him. She kissed him one last time, closed his eyes, and sat holding his slowly cooling body as her tears fell.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. The room brightened with the coming of day. People came and went quietly, a little nervous in the presence of a life nearing its end.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Richard…” A soft whisper of exhaled sound. BEEEEEEEEP. The alarm caused a sudden flurry of movement around the still form on the bed.
“Ma’am?” He was standing beside her bed, waiting.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He held out his hand. Wondering, she slowly put hers in his. A gentle tug and she was standing beside him, looking up into his gleaming green eyes. Her other hand raised to touch the chain at his throat. He smiled and nodded.
She looked around. Some of the people in the room wept, others were silent, heads bowed. A doctor was checking the form in the bed. He straightened and shook his head. The nurses turned off the machinery and unhooked it from the still body. A sheet was lifted and carefully draped over it, hiding it from view.
“Richard?” Her voice was unsteady.
“I have been waiting for you, Ma’am,” he said quietly. “Shall we go?”
She smiled up at him and clasped his hand tighter. “Yes, Richard,” she said.
And they slowly faded…