My Body-His

by Blakely Bennett

  “Oh … yes oh … yes oh … my god,” I kept groaning.

  “Yes, babe…the things I plan to do with you, to you. This is only the beginning,” he said as he deftly took command of my body. “You will find you want more and more, and I promise, you have found the man who will give it to you.”

  He stepped off the platform and I heard him quickly undress. When his body pressed against mine again, he began running his very hard cock up against my wet fleshy labia. I responded by widening my thighs against the restraints. He glided his cock in and out a few times before pulling out completely, eliciting my plea not to stop. Luke ignored me as he tried to force his engorged cock into my ass, but it didn’t work.

  “Relax,” he said.

  “Relax?” I asked. “I think we are dealing with physics here. Large cock, small hole.”

  He laughed at me. “Relax,” he said as he once again used his little finger and thumb to spread my butt cheeks, while his index finger circled my anus. Again my body responded with pleasure at that strange touch as he worked one finger back into my ass before adding a second. My tight bud resisted his two fingers, but within seconds the pain subsided, and as it loosened, I craved more. Then his fingers withdrew and he sidled up behind me.

  I knew what was next.

  “Luke, Luke … wait,” I pleaded.

  “Jane, here we go.”

  As he began to work his cock inside of me, I thought it might tear me in half. He took wetness from my sopping vagina and spread it around my hole and on the remainder of his exposed cock. As soon as he had fully penetrated me, he began massaging my clit. I felt so spread and exposed.

  The orgasm ripped through my body, a rollercoaster of convulsions that lasted until the next orgasm struck. In time for my third explosion, he spent his load inside of me, and I could feel the warmth invade my bowels.

  When he pulled out of me, I hung, expended, on the wooden structure. I could no longer feel my wrists and my thighs shook uncontrollably. First he unstrapped my legs, which were tight and sore as he eased me toward the ground. When he released my left arm, intense pain soared through my shoulder. He helped me lower my arm and rubbed my shoulder and upper arm as I cried out in distress. He released my right arm and I had to use my other hand to get it to lower.

  “You might want to stretch your body out,” he said.

  I bent over and immediately comprehended the fallout from the thrashing I had just taken.

  “Ah, I don’t think so. Bed … I need to go to bed.”

  He helped me under the covers and kissed me on the forehead. I lay on my side, which was all my body would tolerate. He left the room and came back seconds later with my toothbrush and a glass of water. I quickly brushed my teeth, took a mouthful of water and spit it back into the same cup.

  “Tomorrow is soon enough for you to see my workshop. I will come to bed in a while.” He sat on the side of the bed and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I love you, Jane. I knew you were the right one.” He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled the covers down and applied a cream that smelt of coconut and lavender to my buttocks and thighs. The coolness soothed the burning sensations on my backside.

  As I dosed off I wondered what else he had in store for me and if I would survive it.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  My first thought upon waking that morning did not concern my paddling. I was recalling his words.

  He loved me.

  As I moved to sit up, my body ached with reminders of every last stripe he had inflicted, leaving me with second thoughts about what his love might ultimately mean for me. Wincing, I carefully sat on the edge of the bed. I had begun to stand when Luke entered the bedroom, carrying a tray of bagels and all the fixings. At that very moment I realized my body craved nourishment and since exercising was out of the question, I packed my belly full.

  “Yum,” I said between bites.

  “You were brilliant last night.”

  “What an odd thing to say. I was simply tied up. There’s not much brilliance in that.”

  “Quite the contrary. You easily found your way to what I refer to as subspace. You crossed over from pain into ecstasy. I could have gone on far longer and you would have continued to enjoy the experience.”

  “Enjoy? I beg to differ, Luke. Tolerate is more like it.”

  “Say what you will but I saw your face, I heard your moans. How are you feeling, by the way? You seem to be moving okay.”

  “Tight and sore. Very sore,” I said, gently touching my buttocks.

  “I’ll take care of that as soon as we’re finished with breakfast. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

  After we had eaten our fill, he moved the tray off the bed. “Lie on your stomach,” he said.

  I did as I was told. He scooped out a large amount of the coconut cream and worked it into my shoulders and upper arms. “Ahhhhh,” I said. “That feels so good. I can’t believe how stiff I am from being tied up.”

  “Oh, wait until I tie your arms behind your back. That’s another tricky position. You don’t really feel it while it’s happening but when you are untied ….”

  “Mmmmmm.” I barely heard what he said. I remember that massage clearly, as it marked the first of many. He worked his way down my back and across my butt. His gentle touch took extra care on my thighs where it hurt the most. His massage not only soothed my body but also aroused my libido.

  “Oh, Luke,” I said, breathing deeply and heavily.

  Shedding his robe, he climbed onto the bed with me. He gingerly turned me onto my back and pulled me up into a sitting position.

  “Let me know if this hurts too much, Jane,” he said. His voice sounded different, causing me to wonder why his tone seemed so loving right then.

  He pulled me onto his lap and we faced each other in the middle of the bed. He looked straight into my eyes and deep into my soul. Everything about him tugged at my heart, reassuring me it was safe to come out, safe to be me. In his eyes I saw such love and devotion that tears began to slide down my cheeks. Those tears spoke of the extent of my desires being fulfilled by Luke.

  He lifted me onto his rigid penis and moved my hips up and down on his lap. We made eye contact continuously as we kissed and moved our bodies as one. He rocked me back and forth in a rhythm that brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I buried my hands in his hair, and we increased the speed of our journey into a deeper realm of connection. Never had I held eye contact this way. Never had I wanted to feel so close to another person. I wanted to crawl deep inside of him and have him wrap himself around me. The tears continued to stream down my face. He took my heart in his hands, looked through me clear to my soul and said, “This is who we are.” I knew exactly what he meant. How could it be that the man who frightened me so could also be the man who made me feel safer than ever before?

  When I reached orgasm, I cried out from a deep place as I grappled with his body, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in close as he joined me with his deafening roar. The love I felt shining from his eyes and heart captured me and freed me at the same time. I started crying in earnest then. He held and rocked me as I released the tears accumulated in years of loneliness, now replaced with joy.

  * * * *

  I had to come out to my friends. As soon as he walked out the front door, I called both Sandy and Parker and postponed my confession by leaving messages on their phones. I meant to sit and write about all I felt but instead decided to explore the apartment. I found the second bedroom door locked. I couldn’t understand why Luke kept it inaccessible if he’d planned to show it to me in the first place. Then I went to the kitchen and explored every cabinet without discovering anything but utensils, dishes, and the usual supplies.

  A cautious search through the drawers in the bedroom yielded only clothing. He had a minimalist fashion sense. All of his clothes were similar to what I had seen him in already. The biggest surprise I found was in the bedroom closet, where a garment bag hung, filled with three very expensive-looking suit
s. I couldn’t even imagine Luke in a suit. The idea of it made me laugh.

  By the time he got back, I had searched the bathroom drawers as well. I had learned nothing, for all my snooping.

  “Ready to see my office?” he said.

  “Sure,” I said, jumping off the couch and sauntering over to him.

  He unlocked the door with a copper key and said, “Woolah … mystery solved, my lady, if you please.” He bowed, bidding me to enter.

  Mystery solved? For some reason Luke saying that made my heart skip. Did he somehow know I had been looking around the apartment? I quickly lost my apprehension upon seeing so many of his possessions to explore. The second bedroom was far larger than the one we occupied. A counter extended all the way along the right wall, with cabinets above and below. A sink occupying the center of the counter reminded me of the chemistry class in high school.

  “What’s in all these cabinets?” I asked.

  “Photography stuff … paper, chemicals, old film, old pictures, cameras and other supplies. I don’t do much self developing anymore but occasionally I want a particular effect. Digital is an amazing platform but it still has some limitations.”

  I wanted to search every cabinet but instead turned my attention to the rest of the room. Several different types of lights stood in the farthest corner. On the left wall hung a white tarp that covered a portion of the floor as well. A simple metal chair sat in the middle. Against the wall next to the door leaned a handful of wooden structures that reminded me of the one behind the couch. Farther down the wall I saw what looked like a Pommel Horse from gymnastics, only lower to the ground and not as wide. Above it on the wall hung a framed photograph. The angle from where I stood made it difficult to see the person in the photo.

  Against the far wall were two five-drawer filing cabinets. “What are in those?” I asked, pointing to them.

  “Files, of course,” he said with a smirk.

  “Hmmm.” I continued my scan of the room.

  To the left of the cabinets he had hung a rack with all types of whips and paddles. I moved in to get a closer look and removed a nicely carved wooden device that reminded me of a spatula. It had holes throughout the paddle.

  “Don’t think I want to experience this one,” I said, laughing.

  “Then don’t disappoint me,” he said. He narrowed his eyes and I knew he meant it.

  “No problem,” I said, but my gut twisted. I hung the spatula thing back in its place.

  On a spindle attached to the wall dangled a set of whips that looked similar but had varying lengths and widths of leather strips. I saw the paddle he had used on me the night before and several other varieties of wooden paddles. I noticed a riding crop and wondered how that might feel.

  “Why do you store the paddles and whips in here?”

  “I like to keep them under lock and key, and they are quickly accessible when I need to use them in my pictures.”

  “I’m confused,” I said. “What does one have to do with the other?”

  “You will see soon enough.”

  “Explain, please.” I started to get annoyed, which felt much better than scared. “Those pictures you took of me after sex ….” I put my hands on my hips and pivoted to face him. “The guy who was here that first day …. Do you plan to use me for your pictures? And other girls? Will you be having sex with other girls? Disciplining them?”

  He didn’t respond right away. We just stood there looking at each other. I realized in that moment if I ever did leave him it would be anger that propelled me out the door, not fear.

  I walked over to the picture on the wall and said, “Who is this?” I could now see that it held a photo of a voluptuous woman dressed in a leather corset bound by rope. The angle of the model as well as the lighting made the scene erotic. The woman looked suspended in the throes of an orgasm.

  “Boy Jane, you have a pretty good jealousy thing going on there. A little bit of jealousy is sexy but too much is a real turn-off.”

  “You haven’t answered my question—”

  “I would have thought that the love and connection we just shared would be answer enough, but apparently not for you. I will whip other women for photographs. A great many of the photographs that I sell include bondage and whip marks—like the one you are looking at—but I will not sleep with anyone but you.”

  “And orgasms?”

  “Jane, you are trying my patience.”

  “I believe you told me you would answer all my questions regarding your work, did you not?”

  “Well, get them out of the way, because after today I’m done with them.”

  “Fine …. Will you be photographing any previous girlfriends?”

  “No, and I will not be providing orgasms either. If they happen to cum just from the whip alone, that I cannot help. Are we done here?”

  He was bristling. My interrogation had clearly annoyed him but I didn’t understand why. How could I be finished? I could’ve gone on asking questions all day. Instead, I said, “One more question. Where is the Japanese connection?”

  “I sell my work in Japan.”

  “Do you sell it anywhere else? Do you sell your paintings, too? Is that how you’ve learned to speak the language?”

  “You said ‘one more question,’ and I’m all questioned out. Please get out so I can get some work done. Go out with your friends if you want. I’ll be busy for a while.”

  He practically shoved me out the door and locked it behind me.

  I felt dismissed, like a child leaving the principal’s office after being punished for bad behavior. His mood shifts left me dizzy.

  The idea of seeing my friends had seemed appealing after our wonderful lovemaking, but now it felt dreadful. I grabbed clothes from the bedroom, dressed in the bathroom, and quickly left the apartment.

  * * * *

  I went back to my place, climbed into bed, and lay there feeling sorry for myself. I was realizing more and more how isolated I had let myself become. I had no one to talk to. No one who would understand what I had chosen to do. Hell, I didn’t even understand it. Why did Luke’s control over my body turn me on so much? Why did I feel so safe and yet so afraid? His moods bothered me the most. He could be so cold, so mean, even, but then hold me with such care and gentleness. I sat up in bed and rummaged through my bag for my cellphone.

  “Parker?” I said, holding the phone out and pressing the speaker button.

  “Hi, Jane, I was just about to call you back,” she said. “Do you have time for dinner tonight?”

  “Dinner would be great. Where would you like to meet?” I sat up in the bed.

  “There’s a new Thai place on Hollywood Boulevard. Know where it is?”

  “Sure. I’m pretty hungry right now so can we do it a bit early?”

  “Five o’clock work?”

  “Perfect.”

  * * * *

  I drove to Try My Thai still uncertain what to tell her. I just knew I had to speak to someone. I had thought of calling Sandy but she had been so busy with life that I didn’t want to bother her.

  Parker and I hugged our hellos and took a booth in the mostly empty restaurant. As always she stood impeccably dressed and statuesque.

  “I’ve called you a few times and left messages. I even called you at work yesterday. They said you were out. Twice in one week. What gives?” Parker said.

  “I’ve met someone and it’s moving fast.”

  “The guy that you barely mentioned the other night?”

  “Yes, him.”

  “Well, fill me in, girl. You must have had a change of heart because you said you weren’t interested or something to that effect.” She moved her chopsticks to the side and placed her napkin on her lap.

  “It was more like I was confused. Nothing like this has ever happened and it was just moving so fast. Is moving so fast. But—”

  “Are you in love with him?”

  “Yes,” I said, finally acknowledging that fact to myself.

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sp; “And does he love you?”

  “Yes, he says he does.”

  “But what? You don’t believe him?”

  “It’s just that at times it feels so right … so there, and at other times I get scared.” I shifted in my seat, unable to meet her penetrating stare.

  “We’ve been on our own for a long time, Jane. I think it’s perfectly normal to be scared. What’s he like? When do I get to meet him?”

  “Well, he looks a bit dangerous, but when he smiles his gray eyes light up his face.” I looked at her and smiled. “He’s really fit, too. I haven’t quite figured out what he does to stay in shape but his body is amazing. We’re living together. Did I say that yet?”

  “What?” Parker said, slapping both hands on the table top. “How long have you known him?”

  “A week.”

  “A week? I thought you didn’t believe in love at first sight? You fell in love with him in a week? Have you lost your mind?”

  “It’s all your fault, anyway,” I said, pointing at her. “Had you been in town last week, we would’ve gone to a movie and I would’ve never met him. I planned from the start to blow him off but he was persistent and—”

  “And ….”

  “And I guess sometimes these things just happen. I mean, not usually to me, but there are all kinds of stories of people falling madly in love with each other quickly.”

  “Are you madly in love with him?” She shook her head in amazement.

  “Madly would be a good word for it,” I said under my breath.

  “What does that mean? This is so out of character for you. You are the pickiest person I know when it comes to men.”

  “The word’s ‘selective’—your word for it, I might add—and that’s true. That should make you confident I’ve made a good choice. Let’s order, shall we? I’m starved.”

  “Promise me I’ll get to meet him soon and I’ll drop this,” Parker said. Her look of concern unnerved me.