by L M Terry
More ropes. Each knot pressing in some delicious area of my body. Anthony adjusts the ropes pausing, listening to the noises tumbling out of me. Like a mechanic fine tuning a car or a musician finding just the right pitch.
The moans are coming from this new dimension of myself. He keeps me floating on the surface of this place. Right at the water line, where I can float, water lapping up my sides. He bends one of my legs up and wraps until my heel is securely touching my ass. My cheeks flush with warmth as I imagine what I must look like. Arms stretched high above my head, ropes crisscrossing my breasts, thighs spread wide and balancing on the ball of one foot to keep from spinning.
His fingers find my heat, stirring the embers burning in my stomach. “You are so beautiful,” he says from behind me. He dips his hand between my legs, running them over my pussy and pausing above my pelvic bone. He spreads his fingers wide and harshly pulls me back into his groin. He grinds over and over again until the material of his pants chafes the skin on my ass pink.
He releases me and spins me to face him. “Where were you running to?” he asks.
“Home, sir.” I jump on the ball of my foot trying to regain my footing.
“Home, hmm, curious. Your home in Iowa or that lonely little apartment?”
“My apartment. I would never go to Iowa.”
“Never say never. You will have to be punished for that little incident. Yes?”
“Yes, sir.” My foot slips, my weight suddenly on my shoulders, pain radiating down my arms.
He reaches out to steady me, grabbing me by the waist. “I am going to make you cry, Dani. Do you understand this?”
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
He grabs my neck. Shit, I forgot to address him properly. “I will move you past the fear part as quickly as I can,” he whispers over my face, offering me the only comfort that he can. He knows this will hurt and not just in the physical sense.
He leaves me to float in my darkness for a few minutes. When he returns he gets right to business leaving me no time to contemplate or fear. The repetitive motion in which he whips me with the multi-tailed flogger made of soft leather, lulls me immediately back to that warm safe space. It stings slightly but quickly turns to a warm dull sensation. Pure bliss. A good long time this goes on across my back, but then it changes. He startles me out of the darkness with a harsh strike. The endorphins swimming through my system mix up a powerful cocktail of emotions. Years, I have dreamed and fantasized about this. Pleasure mixing with pain and someone to deliver it.
“Why did you run tonight, Dani?”
I groan, my mind and body connecting my pleasure and pain receptors sending me from a relaxed state to an aroused one. Each flick of the flogger over my skin reminding me that Anthony is connected to the other end.
“Dani, answer,” he stops coming to stand before me, trailing kisses down my neck.
“I didn’t want to cry,” I moan as his hands roam up my ribs pulling me tightly to him.
“What made you want to cry?”
“You.”
“Me?” He grips a handful of my hair pulling my face to his.
“Your touch, your demands, your thoughtfulness, just you, you pull my tears to the surface.”
“And, you are going to give them to me aren’t you?”
And just like that I do.
It comes hard and fast. I sob as the flogger continues its stinging caress over my back. “You are so beautiful. All of you, your fear, your tears, your pain, your pleasure…all so damn beautiful. But, do you know what makes it even more so? Hmm?” He says in my ear pulling my back into his chest igniting my skin to a level I can only describe as an inferno. So hot, so damn hot. I wish he would brand himself into my skin so I could have him, have this forever.
“No, sir,” I say grinding my ass into his erection, tears cascading down my cheeks dripping onto my chest, pooling below me on the floor. I feel no shame, no guilt, trusting my body’s natural reaction. I want him…all of him.
“It is because all of this beauty is mine, all mine.” He kisses the back of my neck gently. “If you let all of that shit out, I will reward you, Dani. I will reward you well. I will make you mine. You have been saving yourself for me, haven’t you princess?”
My head lulls back resting on his shoulder as the furry of my tears subside. I have been waiting for him. It’s always been for him. “Yes, sir,” I scream as the flogger stings across me one last time.
Anthony cuts the binds on my legs quickly and then lowers me back to the floor. He releases the rest of my binds, whispering soothing words over my hair and across my cheeks as he does. And then I am in his arms. Sitting in the middle of the floor, sobbing into his chest. He holds me tight. “I need you, Dani. I need you so bad.”
I pull back so that I can see his handsome face, my sobs subsiding. “Yes,” I whisper.
He places his forehead to mine staring deep into my eyes. “You sure? I wanted to give you rose petals, candles and sweet words your first time.”
“I don’t need any of that. You have given me what I need, everything except you.”
He scoops me up taking me into the bedroom, dropping me onto the rose petaled mattress. The black ink of his skin calls to me. I want to analyze everything painted on him. I want to walk through the story of Anthony, I want to feel it, taste it, mingle it within my own words. If he presses against me hard enough maybe he will transfer onto my skin.
He is about to rectify my drought. I have been thirsty for so long and he is about quench that thirst.
He shoves his pants down to the floor. My eyes slowly roam down his torso. I swallow hard, if I thought he looked dangerous before, hmm, well…holy hell. He grips the base of his cock, tightly fisting it until reaching the end and then squeezing it back down again. Hot, oh god damn he is so hot. I stare unashamedly. “You want this, Dani?”
“Oh, yes, yes I do,” I pant sitting up on the bed, scooting back hoping that he will join me, and he does. He sits on his heels in front of me. Letting me drink him in, he is intoxicatingly beautiful. He reaches for my hand and wraps my palm around him. He is smooth, so smooth like the rose petals sprinkled around us and hard, so damn hard. A pearl drop forms on the tip of his cock and I lick my lips wanting to taste.
“Go ahead, take me however you want, princess. Tonight, is your night.” He grunts as I dive forward and wrap my lips around him with no hesitation. I draw him all the way back in my throat causing him to hiss with pleasure. My pussy throbs at the sounds I am invoking from him, prompting me to want to do better. “Christ, Dani, you are going to make me come like a fucking schoolboy.”
He wraps my hair around his fist, and I allow him to control the rhythm. I place my hands behind my back, giving him complete control. The sounds seeping out around his cock, the chocking, gagging, my spit dripping over the length of him seems to heighten his pleasure, which in return heightens mine. I groan around him and suddenly find myself on my back. Anthony pressing his knees against my thighs, spreading me wide.
My eyes lock onto to his. This is it, no turning back after this. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, my slickness welcoming him, allowing him a glimpse of what is to come. “Do it,” I whisper harshly. I don’t need him to take me gently. I want him to take what he wants, to leave me ravished and feeling every bit of him when I wake in the morning.
In one swift motion he does just that, our eyes never breaking, not once. He takes me, it hurts, it does but I don’t care. His lips crash into my mine with so much intensity that our teeth clash together. He consumes me, he is everywhere, he is bleeding into every pore and cell of my body. The pain starts to morph into something else and soon I am chasing my own pleasure. Thrusting my hips, forcing him to a place that shoot sparks of white light behind my eyes.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Anthony!” I scream out on the precipice of my orgasm.
He thrusts deep and I feel his cock twitch inside of me, inciting ripples of pleasure as my orgasm crests. �
��Shiiiit,” I hiss as we both reach our peak at the same time. He pants into my neck as we come down from our high, his weight pressing me down into the soft mattress. He is so warm, protective, strong, shielding me from the rest of the world…just like he did eight years ago. Only this time, he won’t leave me…for now anyhow.
Chapter Thirteen
Anthony
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Isit up with a start. She is gone, I could feel it before I even opened my eyes. I rip the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around my waist as I make my way to the living room. So, help me, I will drag her back here by her hair if I have to. There is no getting away now. Surely she knows this. I spy a note on the table. I stare at it for a long time, willing the words to morph into letters to sooth my soul. But, I know they are more than likely blades of rebellion. I pushed too hard too soon. Sidestepping the letter, I make my way to the coffee maker. The paper taunts me from my peripheral vision.
I patiently wait until the coffee brews, inhaling the aroma of the rich beans. Patience, calm, that is what I need. Once the beast is mollified with caffeine I pick it up. The words, taunt me, could it be true? I edge to the windows, slowly and glance down and sure as shit there she is. A blanket sprawled out on the beach. Her honey colored hair, blowing lightly in the breeze. I inhale deeply imagining the smell of her shampoo on the ocean breeze.
My heart swells five times to its normal size. Sure, I have helped people before. But, this time I get to witness the aftermath of that help and it is simply…beauty, redefined. When she ran, I was irate, but I knew she would come back. She saw I had framed the sketch of her dad and it poked at feelings she had long tucked away. The entire day had been about her dad, and it pushed her harder than she had been pushed in some time.
I knew she needed to feel something besides fear, and I must say I achieved that tenfold. A smile unfolds on my face. She went down by the water without me, on her own. Could tears have been the cure? Maybe she was so afraid of crying that it caused her to fear everything. I don’t believe she has panophobia. It has been too easy. It just doesn’t fit with what I’ve read about the disorder.
Hopefully this sudden cure doesn’t prompt her to think she can leave. That is not happening. Ever. I have been working on my puzzle for a long time and I have been searching for that last piece. It had been missing and I looked for it everywhere. Fast cars, fast women, clothes, shiny things. It caused my chest to ache and, it taunted me around my friends and their wives. I just couldn’t find it but now I know. Last night it came to me in a strung-up piece of perfection, screaming my name. It clicked perfectly into place and locked tight. Danielle is that missing piece.
I pack up another picnic basket with her favorite PB and J and head down to join her on the beach. “What are you doing down here all by your little ole’ self?” I joke as I plop down on the blanket beside her.
“Waiting for you sleepy head,” she teases shyly, tucking her chin into her shoulder.
“Someone kept me up half the night,” I pull her closer to me.
She giggles turning her face into my chest, snuggling in. “Thank you for that.”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” I tell her. She seems happy, more lighthearted this morning, or I guess I should say afternoon.
She giggles again before sitting back up pulling her knees into her chest. “So, what are we conquering today?” she asks.
I look out to the ocean, the waves gently rolling in. “I’m going to guess that you might like to venture into the water today?”
She stares out across the wide expanse. “I’ve never gotten in. When I first moved here I would sit on the beach for hours, I loved it. But, after that day in the grocery store when something clicked in my head I quit going. This is as close as I’ve been in seven years.”
“Well, I think you already know what you want to do today. Let’s get in for a bit and then we can eat. I brought your favorite.”
She glances at the basket and then back to me. “I didn’t imagine that it would be like this…with you,” she says, nibbling on that bottom lip of hers.
I pull it out from between her teeth and lean in to place a soft, warm kiss on the indention they made. “It’s better than you imagined isn’t it?”
She shoves me. “You are so damn arrogant.” She feigns irritation but the smile on her face reveals she likes it.
“It’s better than I imagined too,” I say looking away from her. I’m not sure if I want to admit to her or myself just how much better it is. So good I will never let her go. “Side note, before I forget. You need to call crazy Lizzie tonight, or she will hunt me down and castrate me.”
She completely ignores my mention of Lizzie. “Did, I mean do…ugh. So, you enjoyed last night?” she asks nervously. She begins to fidget with her bikini top even though it is laying perfectly across her breasts. I stare unashamedly as her nipples harden under the soft material. Maybe I should demand we skinny dip, this is a private beach and it belongs to me. I should use that, shouldn’t I?
She snaps her fingers directly in front of my face. “Hello, earth to, Anthony,” she says with irritation lacing her words.
I push her back onto the blanket. “Yes, I enjoyed last night,” I growl in her ear. “In fact, I’m going to enjoy tonight, and the next and the next. I’m going to fill you up with so many memories of me that you won’t be able to remember a life without me.”
Her green eyes sparkle like emeralds in the sun light. She blinks, as she absorbs my words. I watch as the gears in her mind, rearrange each letter trying to decipher the hidden intent behind them. “You don’t think I’m weird because I liked it.”
“Umm, did you not get the memo of where you met me? No, I don’t think it’s weird. Why would you say that?” I pull her up to a sitting position but keep her pinned between my arms. This is something we need to talk about.
“Well, it’s not normal,” she states, trying to scoot away from me but I’m not having it.
“To each their own. Have you heard that phrase? What the hell is normal anyhow. All that matters are that you like it and I like it. Actually, I like it very much. We are not the only ones in the world who do you know.”
“I’m from a little town in Iowa, Anthony. It’s different there. I…I just never thought I would meet someone who…” she trails off dropping her chin to her chest.
I finish for her because I know exactly what she means. “You never thought you would meet someone who would be able to give you what you need?”
She peeks up at me through her long lashes, the green sparkling now with unshed tears. She smiles through them. “Exactly.”
“I’m going to give you everything you need. Be rest assured of that, princess. Now, let’s get to the part where I drag you kicking and screaming into the ocean. I do love to hear you scream,” I say as I stand and toss her over my shoulder.
“Anthony, wait! A warning would have been nice,” she yells from behind me, but she is laughing not screaming.
Danielle
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“Hi Liz, Anthony said he had strict instructions that I was to call you,” I say as my friend answers her phone on the first ring.
“He told me you bungy jumped off a bridge! You didn’t, did you?”
I laugh. “I did.”
“Oh. My. God. Who is this man? Maybe you weren’t shittin and he really is James Bond,” she squeals loudly in my ear.
“Close, but no. He isn’t who I thought he was that is for sure. He is arrogant, demanding and bossy but he is also sweet, endearing and…”
“Aaaaaand?” she says in a demand to know all the juicy details.
“And, he is very, oh I don’t know Liz. Very, mmm, good.” I finish abruptly. I don’t know how to describe him.
“Good, huh? You know I need more than that. Remember DJ, I shared with you when Tank and I hooked up. I’ve waited a long time for this. Spill it.”
“Well, let’s just say he puts the story we wrote about our sexy scienc
e teacher, Mr. Baxter to shame.”
“No,” she says her voice lowering so that Tank can’t hear.
“Yes, and it is amazing.” I get up and peek out the door to make sure Anthony isn’t within hearing distance. “He is like a sex god.”
She laughs loudly at this. “Oh, my god. Dani finally lost her cherry and to a sex god. Who would have guessed?” she teases but then her protective side emerges. “You are being safe, right? We wrote some kinky shit in that story.”
“Yes, he is experienced. Before you judge, I mean like he is older, and he knows what he is doing not that he is a man whore.”
“How much older?” she asks, I detect the concern in her tone.
I sigh, but I can’t argue with her. She has looked out for me more than my own mother has. “I don’t know Liz. It’s not something that is polite to ask.”
“Well, guesstimate,” she says not backing down.
“I don’t know, not that much. Maybe ten, twelve years, give or take….some.”
“It’s a goddamn good thing I will be meeting him soon. I don’t know, Dani. This all makes me so nervous. I wish we were closer. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” I detect the sincerity in her words, but I am caught up on the first part of her spiel.
“What do you mean you will be meeting him soon? Are you and Tank planning on coming out? Because I’m fine Liz, really. I’m really, really good. Better than I’ve been in a long time.”
“I…uh…yeah, like we were thinking about it sure. But, if you want us to stay we will,” she says.
“Liz,” I warn the threat on the tip of my tongue. I shake my head as I make my way to find the other party to this new revelation. “What are you keeping from me? And now that I think about it why were you and Anthony talking yesterday?”
“Nothing, we were just. Well, he was just letting me know how you were doing. He said you weren’t feeling well. It was nothing just a simple check in call.”
I stop in front of Anthony. He is reading the newspaper and pauses to look over the top of it at me.