My Body-His

by Blakely Bennett

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  At a grocery store we bought wine, cheese, grapes and bread. He drove east to the beach and pulled into a driveway of a house right on the shore.

  “Whose place is this?” I asked as I climbed out of the car. The house had a 1970’s architectural design. The rather large one-story structure had palm-frond fencing surrounding the back.

  “A friend’s,” he said.

  “Oh.”

  We walked around to the back, which faced the ocean. A large raised deck was built around a small pool and hot tub. Settling on a table and chairs at the far end that faced the beach, we unpacked our groceries and Luke uncorked the wine.

  “You’re prepared,” I said.

  “Always,” he said and smiled. “You’ve made me extremely happy, Jane. We have much to talk about and much to celebrate.”

  I smiled and tossed a couple of grapes into my mouth. “Cups?” I asked.

  “Be right back,” he said. He walked into the house and returned with two wine glasses and a couple of napkins. He poured us both glasses of Chardonnay.

  “You look beautiful in this light,” he said. He lifted his camera off the table and took a picture of my profile.

  One picture with my clothes on, I thought, smiling and rejoicing until he said, “Undress for me, love.” Fully engaged in opening the cheeses and tearing off a hunk of bread, he missed my reaction.

  “Huh?” I said. The house was mostly protected from the wind by sea grape bushes, but people could still see in if they looked. I had thought this would be a date, as in the photo album. There would be pictures of me and Luke with our clothes on.

  He quickly pushed the table forward between us and seized my arm. His strength continued to amaze me, because he had yanked me onto his lap in a matter of seconds. He spanked my ass very hard with an open hand.

  “Were you questioning me, Jane? Because—”

  “Oh … no … of course not,” I said, quickly moving to stand up. I disrobed responsively. I covered the bottom of the chair with my shorts and sat down.

  “Are you sure you want this, Jane?”

  “Yes, please,” I said, but tears filled my eyes. “Do you love me, Luke?”

  “Very much so, Jane. BUT I have my ways and it would serve us both if you learned them well.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying, really. Truly I am. I’m so happy to have you back home. When you’re away it’s like a vital part of me is missing. It’s just, well, everything is going so fast. You ask a lot of me, Luke. Sometimes I think we’re going in one direction and the next second it all changes. It’s hard to keep up.” I wiped the tears off my cheeks and looked at him.

  “You’ll be freed from all that worry once you truly turn your body over to me. You’ll never have to worry about what direction you’re going in because that is my job. You’ll know I’m there to direct and protect you. Once you truly understand I only want your happiness and to fulfill your true desires you’ll relax into us. We are an US, you know. You and me. We are family now.”

  He held out his hand and I walked over to him. He scooped me into his lap and held me as I cried. I cried for the life I had turned my back on for the unknown. I cried for the woman I was becoming and didn’t really know. I cried because I felt desperate to belong. I wanted a place where I fit in, a place of safety. I questioned whether he could provide that for me.

  “I’m scared, Luke,” I said as the tears slowed their course down my cheeks.

  “Baby, I know you are. That’s a normal reaction. A lot is changing in your life and I’m here to help you through all of it. Trust in my strength and we’ll get through it together. I know this is right.”

  “I still have so many questions. The ones you don’t want to answer. You want me to trust you completely, give myself over to you but you don’t trust me enough to give me my answers.”

  “We are at a standstill of sorts. You need me to become more open for you to give yourself to me and I need for you to give yourself to me before I can fully open up to you. And that’s not something that would happen all at once. I’m a very private person and slow to share myself.”

  He placed me on my feet and stood himself.

  “This is not how I planned it but,” he fell to one knee, “will you marry me?”

  So taken by surprise, I screamed, “Yes!” before I had a chance to even think about it. “Yes, Luke, oh yes! I will marry you.”

  “We can shop for a ring tomorrow if you’d like. Let’s commemorate this moment with some pictures of you.” He swung the camera strap over his shoulder and took the flowers off the table. Clasping my hand in his, he led me naked to the beach.

  People walked by, and some stopped to watch what was happening. He had me lie on the sand near the water. After fanning my hair out around me, he placed a Gerber Daisy behind my ear. Soon a daisy covered each areola and another, my mound. He lifted my arms over my head and positioned my legs into sevens. My upper body leaned to the right while my lower body leaned to the left.

  He shot pictures from many different angles, adjusting my position and switching flowers.

  As I lay there I found myself in another world. I stopped worrying about the onlookers and found a similar space I found when writing.

  Gradually the way Luke posed me became more and more risqué, and he abandoned the flowers for complete nudity. He asked a young man watching us to join me. He stood about 5’ 8,” and his curly blond hair made him very attractive. He was lean and his tanned muscles rippled throughout his body. Without much prodding, he stripped off his trunks and lay beside me.

  Luke continued to pose us, move us around, move the flowers in the sand. After what seemed like hundreds of shots he said, “It’s time for a new location.”

  As we walked back toward the house Luke whispered in my ear, “Trust me, Jane, and remember, your body’s mine … nothing to think about.”

  A chill ran over me and my skin broke out in goose bumps. Go along, I thought. He wants to marry you.

  Luke moved us over by the pool, away from the opening in the bushes.

  “Lie down on the lounge chair, arms above your head,” he told me.

  “Okay,” I said.

  Luke removed his belt from his shorts and wrapped it around my wrists. He fixed the belt to the top of the lounge.

  I lay still, looking up at Luke and our new young friend. My nipples were rigid and ripples of soft wind caressed my exposed skin. I was turned on and fueled by anticipation. I had chosen to put my life in someone else’s hands and although it frightened me, I felt a profound freedom.

  Luke spoke to our stranger, who lowered himself at the far end of the lounge. Luke spread my legs wide and then came to kneel next to me. I turned to look at him and he stared into my eyes. He shook his head at the guy and looked back at me.

  I felt warm breath and then a tongue on my thigh. The stranger kissed and nibbled his way up until his tongue lavished my clit. Luke and I kept eye contact the whole time. I knew this was for him. I knew that he got real gratification in controlling my body and my satiation.

  Our boy/man did his best, but his style didn’t cause my desire to grow. Luke looked at me questioningly and I shook my head. He immediately understood.

  “Stop,” he said. “She doesn’t care for your technique. This has been fun but it’s time for you to go.”

  “But ….” the young man said, rising to his feet. His erection stood prominently in front of him.

  Luke made a slight movement, the implied threat clear. My male model hurriedly snatched his clothes, threw on his trunks and left.

  “You are amazing,” Luke said to me as he removed his belt. “Sorry our friend wasn’t as skilled as we would have liked. How about we go for a swim?”

  Luke disrobed and we walked together into the shallow end of the pool. We sat down on the top step and looked at each other.

  He kissed me deeply, our eyes open. “Do you want a big wedding?” he asked. “Because I prefer it to be sma
ll and accomplished as quickly as possible.”

  “Yes, please,” I said.

  He laughed and lifted me easily onto his lap. “I’ll make all the arrangements. We can have it here on the beach. We can talk about who to invite later.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure,” he said with a huge smile.

  “Have you been married before?”

  “No, love, I haven’t,” he said.

  “Good,” I said. My heart soared. I no longer cared about the website; I no longer cared if I got into his silly photo album. We would have our own album, not one filled with other women.

  “Face me,” he said.

  I straddled his legs and his hard thick cock penetrated me.

  “I love how wet you are for me, always. Your body not only wants me but needs me, babe.” His eyes caressed my soul as his cock slid in and out of me.

  If I could’ve stopped time I would have lived in that moment forever. I’d never felt such happiness and contentment. I rejoiced at being filled by another person fully, spiritually, and emotionally. The bliss flowed through me and out into the universe. I wanted to scream my joy to everyone. I wanted to wax poetic and glory in the freedom of my captivity.

  Luke kissed me with the expertise he had acquired with his other women and I ceased to care about them. Each woman had brought him closer to me and they all lived in the past. I am solely his future, me, I thought.

  “We will have a wonderful life together,” he said, reading my thoughts.

  He lowered his head, breaking our eye contact, to draw my nipple into his hungry mouth. His pulling and sucking offered exquisite pressure and pleasure. Taking a fistful of my chestnut hair, he tilted my head to one side and ravished my neck, biting and kissing his way from just under my ear to my collarbone. My groans of lust and gratification filled the warm air as he applied his lips and tongue to my other protruding nipple. His suction caused me to cry out while he continued to move his rock hard phallus against the walls of my pussy. His roar began softly and, just before he filled me with his cum, his cock expanded and I moaned my pleasure along with him.

  After we both recovered, we swam awhile in the pool. Neither of us spoke. We remained connected without words. I could hear the waves from the ocean coming in for the day as Luke held me in the pool. I lay back in his arms as he swirled me around.

  I remembered something my father had told me during one of his reappearances. He said that for a relationship to remain healthy, each person needs to stay separate but connected. I couldn’t put much stock in his relationship advice—he seemed to struggle with it for himself—but I did wonder. Could Luke and I stay separate but connected? I didn’t think so. At that moment I wanted to merge myself into him, letting go of my separate self.

  “Let’s get out,” Luke said. “I want to show you the house.” He pulled two towels from a trunk by the pool and used the first to dry me off. After drying himself off, he took my hand.

  We walked naked through the French doors and into the house. On the right sat a space for a dinner table with a low light hanging from the ceiling. Deeper in, to the right, was a kitchen that could have fit at least three of our kitchens from the apartment. I admired the black speckled granite countertops and the stainless steel appliances. Certain my mother would approve of this house, I laughed a bit.

  To the left was a sitting area currently occupied by a yellow flowered couch. We walked through three empty bedrooms, each larger than what we currently shared. I wondered why the house stood mostly empty. The location couldn’t be more ideal for any beach lover.

  “What do you think of it?” he asked.

  “What’s not to like? It gets great light … it’s on the beach … it has a big bathroom ….”

  “We could shower and bathe together,” he said.

  “What do you mean? Now?” I spun around in the bathroom, which had to be five times the size of our current one. “I could get lost in here,” I said, laughing.

  “I thought you might like it.” He smiled as he watched me looking around.

  “So is this place yours?” I said, turning to face him.

  “Could be, if you tell me you could see us living here.”

  “Really? I mean, this place must cost a fortune. It’s right on the beach and not far from where I usually run and it’s beautiful and big and oh my god, you must be kidding right?”

  “Not at all. For all those reasons I thought this place would be perfect for us.”

  “The kitchen is way bigger than we need,” I said, thinking how we could both fit into the huge almond tub. “Actually, the whole place is larger than we need, but I love it.”

  “You could use the third bedroom as your office. Set up a place to write and make it your own.”

  “My head is spinning, Luke.”

  “It’s a lot to take in. I know. We wouldn’t get this place right away.”

  “I see,” I said. I couldn’t imagine that he made all his money from the website I had seen. I was baffled by the luxury of what he was offering. It wasn’t the house, really, but the freedom from work and bills and the ability to pursue my dream of writing.

  “I need the extra space,” Luke said, “and I’d like to consolidate my things. I still have art supplies at the house and some furniture. The second bedroom could serve as office space and a studio. There are other places we can check out, though. We don’t need to decide right now. This one isn’t on the market yet, but I’ve been promised first consideration.”

  “Luke, I love it and you should know I’d live with you anywhere. This place is perfect.”

  “Then consider it done,” he said. He hugged me to him, lifting me off of the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him all over his face. He laughed and laughed as he spun me around. “This is going to be great, Jane. We’re going to be great.”

  I lowered my legs and stepped back. “I’d like to give you something if you’ll let me,” I said. I blushed from head to toe.

  “What, my love?” he said. “What makes you blush so adorably?”

  I leaned forward and went up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “Please allow me to pleasure you.” Just the thought turned me on and I became less inhibited. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I said, looking directly into his eyes.

  “My way,” he said. “My cock hasn’t yet been past those beautifully full lips of yours and it’s definitely the time; the perfect way to commemorate the occasion.”

  Luke walked outside and came back with his belt. His rigid cock signaled his interest. He put a cushion from the couch on the tile floor. “Kneel,” he said.

  He belted my wrists together behind me, walked back outside and returned with the camera. After taking a few shots of me, he pulled a side table next to us and rested the camera there.

  He stepped toward me and I opened my mouth for him. This version of giving Luke pleasure contrasted greatly with my very vanilla vision of a blowjob. Instead I worked hard to use my tongue and suck as he controlled his very thick and hard cock. He leaned forward, pushing his entire shaft into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn’t breathe until he pulled back out. I tried to stay relaxed so I wouldn’t gag but the in and out of his pushing against my throat made it impossible. Tears poured down my cheeks as I struggled to catch my breath between thrusts. Each time I gagged, he would pull out just enough for a breath and then proceed to fuck my mouth.

  He picked up the camera and photographed his cock going in and out. “Beautiful,” he said.

  He rewarded my efforts by shooting his load of cum deep down my throat, and I managed to swallow all of it. As he pulled out, he wiped his cock down the corner of my mouth.

  “Don’t move,” he said as he shot several more frames of me on my knees with my arms bound behind me. “It’s time for me to take care of the business our young friend couldn’t handle.”

  He helped me to my feet and guided me back outside, where he seated me in the chair near the beach.
My arms were still fastened behind my back. Luke moved my hips forward, straining my shoulders.

  “You’re so wet, Janey. You thought you didn’t care for my idea of a blowjob? But look at you, love, your body knows what you need, just as I do. I’m exactly what you need. Hmmm,” he said as he lowered his head and devoured me.

  When I came I screamed with abandon, not caring if the beachgoers could hear my shouts of pleasure and release. I collapsed against the back of the chair with my eyes closed, relishing the warmth of the sun on my face and the coolness of the breeze in my hair.

  I heard the whiz of Luke’s digital camera and remembered the website. I had to tell him I’d found it. I even wanted to tell him about my exploration of the office but I knew he would not forgive me. He probably wouldn’t want to marry me anymore, and I couldn’t risk that.

  “Luke, I need to tell you something,” I said as I opened my eyes.

  He stood in front of me, just watching. He had such a look of love on his face that I was crushed by guilt.

  “Are you okay?” he said. He unbuckled the belt and released my arms.

  “I went on your website,” I blurted out. I stretched my arms out in front of me to lessen the tightness but also to provide distraction.

  “And what did you think? The shots of you came out well, didn’t they? I’m excited to see how the photos we took today will turn out. You can help me decide which ones we will upload if you’d like.”

  “Wow, that’s not what I was expecting,” I said.

  “What were you expecting?” he said. He looked puzzled.

  “I thought you would be mad at me for going on the site without asking you.”

  “I see,” he said. He walked to the opening in the bushes and stood gazing out at the ocean.

  My hearted pounded in my chest as I waited for him to acknowledge me again.

  “I gave you my card with the website on it, so I don’t have an issue with you exploring it. What bothers me is that you would do it thinking I wouldn’t want you to. This type of relationship requires a huge amount of trust and I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

  “Luke, I’m sorry, you’re right. I am up for it. I want this, all of it. It was when the phone kept ringing and I wanted to reach you. Please don’t be upset with me.” I hated begging but I didn’t want him to give up on me. My heart hurt because I wanted to come clean about the office but could not. I wanted to start our marriage out right. The guilt weighed heavily.