Kink

by N. M. Catalano

  “I can’t take this!!!” Elsie moans almost yelling.

  Her face is contorted, as if in pain. Both of her hands are gripping onto her friends’ arms digging her nails into them.

  “It’s over, he won,” Janie says, trying to pry Elsie’s claws from her arm.

  The crowd is screaming. They are on fire with their lust for would-be blood.

  Marco leans in to Elsie.

  “Come on, I’ll take you to John. You can be with him now that his fight is finished.”

  “Thank you, Marco. I knew it was a good idea for Elizabeth to keep you,” Elsie says with a nervous laugh. Still reeling from the fights, her heart feels like it’s going to explode because it’s beating so hard.

  “I’ll be right back, Baby, I’m going to take Elsie to John,” Marco tells Elizabeth quickly, and he leans in to place a light kiss on her lips.

  Marco takes Elsie’s hand and leads her through the crowd. The people are in a frenzy, like sharks at the scent of blood.

  When they get to the makeshift locker room, Rico is coming out and Bambi is there waiting for him. She throws her arms around him and he grabs her ass, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and they begin dry humping right there in the crowd. He opens his eyes, as she’s sucking the life out of him, and stares at Elsie. There is no mistaking the message in his eyes. He wants to fuck her. And not nicely.

  “Come on,” Marco tells her and tugs on her hand.

  He moves her to the side and away from their line of vision.

  “What is that guy’s problem?” she wonders out loud.

  “I don’t know but my gut tells me it’s huge, and the shit’s gonna hit the fan pretty hard very soon,” Marco says almost menacingly.

  “There’s something about that bimbo and her friends that’s not right either. They give me the creeps,” Elsie says, rubbing her arms as if she’s getting the chills.

  “It will all come out soon enough, Elsie. Just stay as far away from them as you can,” Marco warns, looking at the couple who are almost giving the crowd a sex show.

  They stand quietly next to the wall with the other people waiting on fighters to finish up. John finally comes out and sees Elsie standing with Marco. John surprises them and turns his head…as if looking for someone.

  It seems as if he found him.

  John walks briskly over to Rico.

  Rico lets go of Bambi and pushes her behind him.

  John takes Rico by the throat and puts him up against the wall.

  Suddenly reality dawns, what happened in the cage tonight, wasn’t John’s only fight. This one is about to get real.

  “I don’t know what your fucking game is, but this is your final warning, be grateful you’re getting this one,” John is menacingly quiet in his warning to Rico. “Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Elsie. Understand?”

  “Bro, we’re cool,” Rico laughs, almost cynically.

  “I’m serious, one more fucked-up thing, and I’m going to give you the ass-kicking you’ve been begging for.” The promise in John’s words is unmistakable.

  John shoves him hard against the wall once more and gives a look that says, ‘Please try me, I want to rip you apart,’ before letting him go. He turns and walks back towards Marco and Elsie, not giving Rico another glance. John’s face is a mask of pure rage.

  Elsie’s gaze shifts to Bambi.

  The hatred in her eyes sends a shiver of foreboding through Elsie. Something’s coming but she doesn’t know what.

  Chapter 15“You’re the light, you’re the night, you’re the color of my blood. You’re the cure, you’re the pain, you’re the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much… So love me like you do…,” lyrics Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding.

  “Come here, Angel.”

  John’s voice is a soft possessive caress across Elsie’s bare, pale, flesh.

  The ride home from Myrtle Beach was made in silence. Both of them lost in thoughts, and high emotions, after the exhibition. John is still chewing on the wave of jealousy he felt at seeing Rico’s flagrant flirting with Elsie. He wanted to rip his fucking head off, tear his arms from his body, and shove them down his throat.

  The enormity of John’s emotions is foreign to him. Never before has just the mere thought of a woman had the power to bring him to his knees. He feels bigger than life itself and as small and humble as if he were in the presence of God, all at the same time. The love that’s bursting from him, for Elsie, is nothing short of transcendent. Love, true love, is not of this world, its purity, its immenseness can only come from a place that’s holy and divine. She is his goddess, her body his temple, and he wants to adore her, worship at her feet, and take her to a place beyond human existence.

  The desire Elsie has for John is evident in the way her body is pulled towards him, and in the way her eyes devour him. But what is in her heart, what makes her soul call out to his from the deepest recesses of some place unknown is something beyond human, beyond comprehension and understanding. It can only be divine love.

  She has given herself to him, completely. She is his goddess, who worships him, and he is her master, that is enslaved to her, whose only wish is to adore her.

  Elsie stands in front of John, they’re both naked, her heart is racing, but she no longer feels any reservations about what will happen between them. She feels only excited anticipation of the pleasure he’ll give to her in return for the gift of herself.

  John’s hand strokes her soft skin, her paleness a beautiful contrast to his velvety golden-tan skin. His feather light touch sends an erotic ripple through her, raising goosebump on her skin.

  “I have something for you, Angel,” John says softly as he reaches for an indigo velvet pouch, sitting next to a pink box, on the end table.

  Elsie watches, her heart racing, surprise momentarily robs her of her ability to speak.

  John pulls open the shirred neck of the pouch and removes something, before returning the pouch to the table. He holds it out between his two hands. It’s a black velvet choker with pearls and rhinestones delicately laced through it, with a sapphire dangling from the center.

  “I would like you to wear this…for me. Do you know what it signifies?” he softly questions, with a hint of trepidation in his voice.

  Before he even realized it, he’d given Elsie his heart. She holds him in the palm of her small hand. With this gift, he’s asking her to belong to him, only him, to trust him to protect her, to give her everything she needs, to submit herself to him completely, and promising he will take care of her. He wants her. All of her. Completely. Him alone.

  “I…I think so…,” she answers hesitantly, wide-eyed, afraid to touch the delicate thing of beauty he’s holding.

  Which is why he chose this particular piece. It symbolizes her, strong yet delicate, powerful yet feminine, hints of darkness with bright glowing light. It’s a soft design with a vintage feel and modern touches. Everything that she is, all the secrets of the past, with promises of the future wrapped up in a beautiful work of art.

  “It’s a type of collar, Angel, but for you and me it’s so much more than that. With me, your inner submissive blossomed like a wildflower, breaking through the barriers and reaching for the sun. But I don’t want you to be my submissive, I want you to be exactly who you are, like you’ve always been. Because you already know, instinctively, that I will give you what you need, always, anywhere, anytime. I want you to be mine. I want you to belong only to me, Elsie.”

  John searches Elsie’s eyes looking for a sign to tell him what she is feeling, to let him know if this is what she wants.

  “Will you wear it, Angel…do you want to?” he asks his voice almost breaking.

  Elsie is amazed…and ecstatic. This man, this powerful, strong, beautiful, man wants her. Completely. All of her, her scars, her past, her uncontrollable mouth and her talent for saying the wrong things at the wrong times. Everything. This man whom she’s fallen madly and deeply and hopelessly
in love with, wants her…and maybe, just maybe, he loves her too.

  “Are you kidding me, Mountain Man? There is nothing that I want more,” she beams as she throws her arms around his neck. Her naked body presses against his bare chest, and the feel of the cool metal from his nipple piercings sends tingles through her. She covers his face in tiny, fierce, kisses as a laugh of relief escapes him.

  “Ok, ok Angel, let me put it on you,” John says, wrapping his arms around her.

  She turns, facing away from him, he slides the strip of black velvet around her throat and clasps it behind the slender column of her neck. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he lays a gentle kiss on the red heart at the base of her neck, peeking out from under her choker. John smooth’s his hands down Elsie’s arms, takes both of her hands in his, and wraps both of their arms around her, resting them just under her breasts. He lowers his face to the side of hers and whispers in her ear.

  “I have another present for you, Angel.”

  “You do?” she asks as another shiver of excitement courses through her.

  “Yes, come,” he says, his voice becoming low and gravelly.

  John leads Elsie to stand in front of the couch and he sits down. Her eyes move to the pink box on the table next to John.

  It’s not bigger than a breadbox, that’s good, she chuckles to herself.

  Elsie wrings her hands in excited anticipation.

  John picks up the box and removes the lid. He pulls out a silver object with a blue stone on the end, then returns the box to the table. He looks into Elsie’s eyes, to see if there’s realization or understanding of what this is and what it’s for.

  It appears that she doesn’t know.

  “It’s a plug, Angel, the blue is to match your beautiful eyes. Like your collar,” he smiles devilishly at her.

  Elsie’s eyes widen as realization, and understanding, then desire flashes through them.

  “I’m going to put it in your beautiful little ass, then I’m going to spank you,” John tells her.

  Elsie’s mouth opens slowly. After a breath, she pulls her lip between her teeth. Her loins have begun to contract inside her and wetness begins to pool at the entrance of her sex.

  John reaches his empty hand out to her and strokes the length of her body.

  “Kneel in front of me, give me your ass.”

  Elsie turns slowly and lowers herself to her knees. She bends at the waist laying her chest and face on the floor as she places her hands above her head. She is completely open, exposed, ready and waiting for him. Being in this position, for John, is one of the sexiest things she’s ever done. Her pussy is throbbing in heated anticipation, hungry for his touch.

  Elsie’s fingernails dig into the carpet, the only part of her body that’s visibly moving. The thrill of knowing his touch is coming somehow, somewhere on her body, reverberates through every fiber of her being. Every second of waiting, every breath she draws, takes her higher, building her need.

  “So beautiful, so soft, you smell so delicious,” John murmurs huskily from behind her.

  His finger traces a soft line around the curves of her ass leaving a tingling trail across her flesh. That single digit couldn’t affect her more if it were a branding iron, so intense is Elsie’s anticipation. That one simple touch shoots waves of longing straight to her loins, making her pulse and quake inside.

  She rubs her cheek softly on the carpet as a smile lifts the corners of her mouth.

  Yes, it’s coming, she moans silently.

  Her fists clench, digging her fingernails into her palms, as her hunger builds.

  John’s finger glides down the crease between the luscious globes of her ass. When he reaches the throbbing mound of her sex he swirls his fingertip in the silky wetness, circling her hole. Gathering up her juices, he retraces the crease of her ass, and teases the puckering hole between her cheeks. He spreads her juices around, but only hints at entering her there. He moves back down to her hungry pussy and begins to play.

  Elsie’s back arches and her knees shift a little further apart, pleading with him to give her what she’s yearning for.

  He slides his finger inside, twisting and turning it in her tight walls.

  She clenches onto it, grasping and hugging, pulling him in more.

  The cool metal of the silver plug touches her greedy clit.

  Elsie sucks in a sharp breath at the surprise contact and pushes into it.

  John rubs her powerful nub with the plug as his finger curves inside of her, massaging her magic spot.

  “Yes,” Elsie hisses out.

  “Ssshhh, Angel, you’re not cumming yet,” John growls.

  John pulls his finger slowly out of Elsie’s soaking pussy and moves it to her tight little hole in the back. He presses the tip of his finger, wet with her juices, into her ass. He thrusts gently, little by little, until it’s completely buried in her tight hole. Elsie moves back on his finger, pulling him in, sucking him hungrily.

  John presses the tip of the plug to the entrance of her pussy. Elsie pushes down on it, needing to be filled. He guides the plug into her and begins to thrust it in and out, slowly twisting it, fucking her with it. He keeps his finger buried in her ass. The feeling of the plug rubbing against his finger buried in Elsie’s ass, makes his cock ache. He wants to thrust into her, and feel his balls slap against her ass again and again, until he explodes and fills her with his hot cum.

  Elsie’s palms flatten on the floor as she begins to ride the crest of the wave that will take her higher. The veil of passionate, euphoric, delirium washes over her, holding her, embracing her in its splendor.

  John gently removes the plug from her pussy then slides his finger slowly from her ass. Her tight little hole stays open as if waiting for her new present. John presses the plug to the opening and begins to guide it in slowly. Once Elsie takes it all the way in, John bends down and places a sucking kiss on her wet pussy, holding her hips firmly with his big hands.

  “Aaaaahhh,” Elsie hisses.

  “Come here, Baby Girl. Lay across my lap, I’m going to spank that beautiful ass now,” he rasps out, his voice low and commanding.

  Elsie slowly pushes herself from the floor. Her back straightens and her muscles clench around the plug inside her. It causes a chain reaction of hungry spasms in her empty pussy. Her head drops back and she arches as she’s flooded with need.

  “I know, Angel, I know. I’ll take care of you.”

  Elsie looks into John’s face. It’s a mask of steeled control and burning hunger, while her own eyes are glazed with longing and need.

  She moves and stands to the side of John’s lap. He reaches his hand up to her and she lets him guide her across his, long thickly muscled thighs. He positions her over his lap, her breasts hanging over one side and her round soft cheeks on the other.

  John’s hands rest on the soft curves of her body. He sits like that a moment barely moving, absorbing her breaths through his hands which are resting on her back, filling himself with her. His hands begin to move, grazing over the bare flesh, learning every dip, every crease, every fold and secret her body holds for him. He is adoring her with his touch, relishing in the feel of her under his palms, wanting to see her with his hands, know her in the most intimate way with his touch.

  His mouth comes to down to taste her skin, feel it’s softness against his tongue, feel it between his teeth.

  He can’t get enough of her, he wants to fill himself with her, his hunger for her is so strong.

  Elsie is getting drunkenly lost in his touch. Each pass of his hands on her naked skin is another stoke to her burning fire, igniting her brighter, hotter, taking her to that blazing inferno where a thousand fires burn in erotic abandon.

  His palm smooth’s down the slope of her bent body and his fingers graze over her wet folds.

  Smack!

  The first contact with his palm lands at the juncture of her thighs just below the plug.

  Holy fuck!!

  Sensatio
n shoots through Elsie, exploding from her sex shooting through every part of her body.

  Smack!

  The next lands on her right cheek.

  Oh God, she moans.

  The stinging from the contact makes her breasts ache, dying to be touched.

  Smack!

  On her left cheek.

  Smack!

  In the middle, just over her pussy and under the plug.

  Her pussy is throbbing, aching, screaming to be filled.

  Smack!

  Right cheek.

  Smack!

  Left cheek.

  Smack!

  Center.

  Her ass is grabbing onto the plug, milking it, trying to draw her climax from it.

  Smack!

  Center.

  Smack!

  Center.

  “Please…,” Elsie moans.

  Her need is primal, her hunger animalistic. She is almost lost in carnal oblivion. So close… just a little bit more… almost there…

  John buries a finger in Elsie’s dripping pussy.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams as she rides that first wave of her climax.

  Moving his finger in and out of her, round and round, he lifts her hips up and lays her over the couch… with her ass up. He opens his jeans and rams his throbbing cock into her spasming pussy.

  “OHGODOHGODOHGOOOOOD!!” Elsie screams.

  Elsie’s orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, exploding inside of her, and shattering her into a million brilliant glowing pieces.

  John pounds into her, her walls grabbing and hugging him, pulling his climax from him, demanding he join her in that place of rapturous oblivion. He explodes, roaring with the force of it.

  There is no longer a place where he ends and she begins. They are fused, their souls bound and melding as one, exploding into a thousand glorious pieces only to come back floating gently embracing each other through time and space.

  They collapse in a spent heap entwined, not letting go, unable to get close enough, inside of each other enough. Their mouths search for the other, needing, wanting, yearning, loving.