When Art Falls

by Lorrain Allen

He handcuffs my wrists taut above my head, then guides my thighs into the sling, leaving me suspended off the floor in a sitting position. My legs are spread wide to the point of being painful, stretching muscles I haven’t used in a long time. Art steps away for a few minutes but returns with lubricant and an oval-shaped object.

  “I bought this anal plug especially for you.”

  I tense when he rubs the gel between my cheeks.

  “Remember, it’s better if you relax.”

  I whimper as he pushes the anal plug into my ass until I’m completely impaled.

  “I have another surprise for you.”

  Art steps away again, this time returning with a vibrator. He clicks it on then moves it over my clit in circular motions. I moan, surging against the handcuffs.

  “Come for me.”

  My orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, transporting me to a world of ecstasy and carnal perfection.

  “What are you doing to me?” I whisper.

  “The same thing you’re doing to me, driving you in-fucking-sane.”

  Art glides his dick through my drenched slit before entering my pulsating depths.

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  Both of my holes are filled to the brim. And with the vibrator still on my clit, I’m losing touch with reality. His thick length plunges in and out, pounding into my pussy. I reach orgasmic bliss, squirting again as tears roll down my cheeks. He’s going to fucking destroy me. Who am I kidding? He already has. I had no idea sex could be like this. There’s no way he’s human—more like a supernatural creature wielding dangerous powers.

  “Shit,” he groans, giving one more bone-jarring thrust.

  Art falls to his knees, resting his cheek against my thigh for a few minutes before standing.

  He pulls the anal plug from my ass then helps me down and carries me to the bed. I close my eyes, rolling to the side as soon as I’m placed on the mattress. I’m exhausted. Sex with Art drains all my strength. He holds me close as I drift off to sleep.

  I wake up to Art’s warm lips trailing kisses down my back.

  “Mmmmm.” I roll over.

  “Finally, I have your attention.” He kisses my lips.

  “What time is it?”

  “A little after nine.”

  “I have to get home,” I mumble.

  “Have you eaten dinner?”

  “No, I didn’t want to be late and face the wrath of his highness.”

  He chuckles. “His highness—I like it. Moving forward, that’s how you’ll refer to me.”

  “In your dreams,” I scoff.

  I enjoy our playful banter. It takes me back to a time when we were inseparable. How I miss those days.

  “I’ll feed you before you leave. What do you want?”

  “Egg foo young.”

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “It’s a Chinese dish.”

  “I never heard of it, but I rarely eat Chinese.”

  “It’s really good. You should try it.”

  “What’s in it?”

  “It depends. You can have chicken, beef, shrimp, or veggies with eggs. Shrimp egg foo young is my favorite.”

  “Egg and shrimp do not go together.”

  “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.”

  “How about Italian?”

  “Be adventurous and try something different.”

  “Fine.”

  Cin sits to my left at the glass table, filling my paper plate with rice and the egg concoction before serving herself. I frown in disgust, wishing I’d never let her talk me into ordering Chinese.

  “That scowl will become permanent if you keep it on your face long enough.”

  “Remember, you chose this if I get sick.”

  “You’ll be perfectly fine, I promise.”

  Well it’s now or never. I grab my fork, preparing to dig in.

  “Wait.”

  “What?”

  She pulls a container from the bag. “You can’t eat it without adding gravy.”

  “It’s bad enough you talked me into eating eggs with shrimp, but now you want to throw gravy in the mix too? I’ll probably be on the toilet for days.”

  She laughs—the sound melodic and soothing. No wonder people “Cin” every day. It’s irresistible… addictive.

  “Dramatics don’t become you.” She pours a brown sauce over my food.

  “Go ahead, take a bite. I’ll be your sex slave for six months if it isn’t one of the best dishes you’ve ever tasted.” She grins. “Oh, wait a minute. I’m already your sex slave.”

  “You’re so funny,” I say sarcastically.

  “Thank you very much. I’m on every night at seven.”

  I take a tentative bite. “This isn’t so bad. Actually, it tastes pretty good.”

  “I hate to say I told you so, but…”

  “No need to rub it in.”

  “I made a doctor’s appointment, so I’ll be on birth control soon.”

  “Cancel it.”

  “Why?”

  “I already made you an appointment.”

  “I prefer to choose my own doctor.”

  “She’s one of the best gynecologists in Florida and I’ll be footing the bill.”

  “When is the appointment?”

  “Thursday, at four o’clock.”

  “Where?”

  “It’s close to where you live. I’ll text you the address later.”

  She brushes her thumb across my chin. “You have a little gravy here.”

  I catch her digit in my mouth, circling my tongue around it. “Cin and gravy tastes better.”

  She clears her throat. “Tell me about Mason.”

  “He’s a good kid, eager to learn and smart as a whip. I’d do anything for him. But sometimes he’s a little depressed.”

  “Why?” She bites into an egg roll.

  “He wants a mother and father. That’s something I can never give him. It makes me feel helpless.”

  She grasps my hand and squeezes reassuringly. “I completely understand how you feel. Sebastian asks about his dad all the time. I’ll explain everything to him when he’s older.”

  She’s a black widow, coaxing me into her web only to devour me when I least expect it. I know it’s a trap, but my dumb ass will follow her—needing her, even though it’ll end in my demise. Goddammit, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  “Sebastian and I can hang out with Mason this weekend. We’re going to have a great time.”

  Fuck that, I’m not letting her lure me into a false sense of security again. I take her paper plate and place it on the floor beside my foot. She glances at me in confusion.

  “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and finish your dinner.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “As a heart attack. Get on the fucking floor.”

  “I’m full.”

  She screams in agony when I grab her index finger and apply pressure. “Do you want me to break it?”

  “No!” she wails.

  “Then you know what to do.”

  She hurriedly gives in to my command.

  “Good girl,” I say, petting the top of her head. “But no dessert after dinner, since you didn’t obey right away.”

  The anger rolls off her in waves and it’s exactly what I need from her. Fuck the kind, caring Cin. She makes me vulnerable when I need to remain strong. Her rage feeds my beast.

  “Eat!” I shout.

  Her body begins to shake. Good, her control is slipping. Come on, give me a reason. My hands twitch, ready to react instantly should she take it to the next level. Fucking do it, I silently beg. She picks up her plate and smashes it in my face.

  Yes, now the monster will come out to play.

  I latch onto her throat and lift her clear off the floor. Her eyes don’t reflect fear, oh no. She’s pissed. She scratches at my chest, drawing blood. I swipe my arm across the table, knocking what’s left of our dinner to the floor before slamming her down. The glass cracks
but doesn’t shatter.

  “You think you’re tough enough to take me on?”

  “I hate you.” Tears spring into her eyes.

  “What I feel for you is beyond hate.”

  I free my dick, then savagely thrust inside her, putting all my strength behind each stroke. I fuck her with an intensity that scares even me. Her screams ring through my ears, adding fuel to the burning inferno brewing in my body. The glass cracks more with each punishing blow. Her pussy clamping down on my length sends me over the edge. Shouting out, I surge forward at breakneck speed, exploding at the same time the table shatters. We fall to the floor on top of the broken glass.

  “You’re a nightmare I can’t wake from,” I say, peering into her eyes.

  “And yet you keep falling asleep.”

  I key in the code given to me by Art, then drive through the gate. Palm trees line either side of the stone driveway leading to the magnificent estate. Coming to a stop, I survey my surroundings. What could one man and a child need with such a massive place? I look back at the sleeping boys. We got to the park when it opened and didn’t leave until five. They’re dead to the world, exhausted from today’s activities. So am I. My feet are killing me. I’ll definitely need to soak in Epsom salt. We only went to one theme park, but we’ll visit more soon. Sebastian and Mason are kindred spirits. I’m sure they’ll want to spend all of their free time together now. Art brought Mason to my apartment early this morning. It was awkward having him in the tiny space. Mom doesn’t hold any ill will towards him, but she’s still concerned about us reconnecting. They made small talk, but it was forced, so it was a relief when he left. He called once to check on Mason and to ask if I could drop him off at home instead of taking him back to my place. I agreed but was a bit shocked he gave me his address since he’s been very vocal about never supplying that information to any woman.

  I send a text to Art, letting him know I’m outside. He appears within a few minutes. My eyes roam over his sweaty form. He must’ve been working out. His T-shirt clings to the amazing chest I’ve become all too familiar with. I love to rub my hands over his hard flesh while he fucks me into oblivion. With each thrust, his muscles bunch and strain, creating a mesmerizing sight. The tattoo covering his right arm comes to life, the flames dancing with each movement as if the image is going to leap from his flesh. Physically, he’s absolute perfection. Mentally, he’s one messed-up human being. Yet I still yearn for him. His psychosis is rubbing off on me. He demanded I make myself available Wednesday night, then again on Friday, and I went willingly. The thought of denying him never entered my mind. Our fucking is a battle, the fight for control and survival always epic, but the war is never won. There’s a moment of peace after we climax and bask in the glow of carnal bliss. We part with wounds, only to start anew and repeat the cycle. The cuts on my back from the glass are still healing and my pussy still aches from the brutal onslaught he’s delivered between my legs.

  I step out of the car. “Hi.”

  He stalks towards me until we’re only inches apart.

  “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble for you.”

  “No, not at all. Mason’s a sweet kid. He and Sebastian got along perfectly.”

  “Good.”

  His gaze is so damn intense I’m surprised I haven’t melted into a puddle.

  “They had a blast today. Thanks for making this possible for Sebastian.”

  “No problem.”

  “I didn’t want to wake Mason. The little guy is worn out. Maybe you should carry him inside?”

  “I could try, but he’ll probably wake up.”

  He doesn’t make a move, just continues to pin me with his unwavering stare.

  “If it were just you and me out here, I’d fuck you where you stand.”

  A small whimper escapes my mouth, because damn if those words didn’t cause me to wet my panties. He reaches his long arm out and clutches the back of my neck to bring me forward for a mind-numbing kiss. I melt into him, wishing we were alone too.

  “Art!” Mason shouts.

  We jump apart.

  Mason throws his arms around his big brother’s hips.

  “I had so much fun with Sebastian! He’s my new best friend.”

  “You should be ready for a bath and bed.”

  “No, I’m not tired,” he huffs.

  Sebastian wakes up and climbs out of the car too.

  Art rubs the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. I heard you guys had an awesome time.”

  “We did,” Sebastian replies with excitement.

  They animatedly regale Art with stories of today’s events. He’s a totally different person around the boys. The transformation is amazing.

  “Okay, it’s time for us to head home,” I say.

  “Please don’t go,” Mason pleads as his bottom lip trembles.

  “I’m sure Cin wants to rest after the long day she’s had.”

  “But you promised to bake us a cake,” Sebastian says.

  “And you said we could be your helpers,” Mason adds.

  They’re laying on the guilt real thick.

  “Only if it’s okay with Art,” I say, looking at him.

  “Sure. Everything needed to bake a cake should be in the fridge and pantry. If not, I’ll run to the store.”

  “Shall we get started?” I ask.

  Both boys squeal in delight, running towards the door.

  This is the happiest I’ve ever seen Mason. Cin sits beside him as he blends the ingredients together with the hand mixer. The expression on his face is priceless. For the last fifteen minutes I’ve observed her interactions with him from my seat at the kitchen island. She’s caring, attentive, and patient. There’s no doubt in my mind she’d be an amazing mother to him. If she could be bottled up and taken three times a day, all the damaged kids in the world would be healed.

  “Sebastian, are you done buttering the pan?” she asks.

  “Yep.”

  “Great, it’s baking time.” She switches the mixer off.

  “I want sprinkles,” Mason says.

  “There weren’t any in the pantry, but I’ll be sure Marisa adds it to the grocery list,” I say.

  “Okay,” he says with disappointment. “When will the cake be ready?”

  “Forty-five minutes, then it’ll need to cool for a bit,” she answers, pouring the batter into the pan.

  “That’s going to take forever,” he pouts.

  “It’ll be done before you know it,” I say. “How about you take Sebastian to your room?”

  I need some alone time with Cin.

  “I have a lot of cool stuff to show you.” He grabs Sebastian’s hand, pulling him towards the door.

  “So, who’s Marisa?” Cin walks across the kitchen.

  “Do I detect jealousy in your voice?”

  “Absolutely not, I’m just curious.”

  I position myself behind her as she bends over to put the pan into the oven. “Liar.”

  I grab her throat and yank her against my chest. She lets out a low sexy moan as my hand pushes underneath her shorts to play between her legs.

  “We can’t. The boys could come back at any minute.”

  “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

  “No. They might come looking for us.”

  “My room is soundproof and I’ll lock the door.”

  “It’s still too risky.”

  I pull my hand from her shorts and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The smell of Cin’s sweet earthy essence nearly makes me come. Fuck it. I’m not waiting. I need her now.

  I tug her into the pantry.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want my dick buried in your pussy in the next three minutes.”

  I drop to my knees, yanking her bottoms and panties down her legs. “I’ll be quick.” I bury my face in her cunt, tongue-fucking her.

  “Oh my God,” she moans, gripping my hair.

  I slide my tongue to her clit, then penetrate her center with two fingers
. Her body shakes uncontrollably as my fingers move. Liquid pours from her center to form a puddle on the floor. I stand, guiding her right thigh around my waist. I pull my hard length free and fill up her dripping-wet pussy.

  “Cin,” I say, resting my forehead against hers.

  She places a soft kiss on my lips. “I think I’m falling in love with you again.” Her words anger me because goddamn it I want her love. I move my hips, fucking her in a frenzy. This isn’t lovemaking or even sex. Those words are too simplistic to describe this fever that burns between us. This is…

  Armageddon.

  “Your love is tainted, so keep it.” The raw emotion in my voice is unmistakable.

  Her nails dig into my back as her pussy clamps down on me.

  It’s a wonderful torment.

  I shout, emptying my cum inside her pussy.

  For the last couple of weeks, Art and I have been seeing more and more of each other. Our arrangement had a rocky start, but we’ve found common ground. He’s still bossy as hell. Unfortunately, that’ll never change. We’ve actually been on a few dates and sometimes we even have outings with the boys. I lie in bed, preparing to take a nap after being at the swimming pool all morning. Sebastian looks forward to going to Kids That Swim every weekend. Adrian no longer volunteers there, which is for the best. It would make for an uncomfortable situation. Mom is doing really well now. The doctor ordered an X-ray for her and discovered she had a prolapsed disc in her neck which was causing cervicogenic headaches. It’s rare, but she needed to have surgery due to nerve compression. The injury occurred when the top of her head hit the wall from the impact of Trevor’s boot. The emergency room doctor said she had a concussion and sent her packing. This could have been discovered a long time ago had the previous doctors done their due diligence. She has physical therapy on Mondays and Thursdays, and her doctor said she’ll be fully recovered within several weeks.

  My phone rings.

  “Hello?”

  “I’m attending a charity dinner. You’re going as my date,” Art says.

  He never asks, always demands.

  “Maybe I already have plans.”

  “Don’t fucking play with me, Cin.”

  “Why am I just being told about this? Some notice would’ve been appreciated.”