S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  I raised my right hand. The correct one.

  He took my wrist in his hand and began to wrap my wrist in the chord of the lights. I watched as he wrapped my wrist in the lights and slipped the cord through itself and pulled it tight. He took the loose end in his hand and tugged on it.

  “Put your hand back on the roof,” he said.

  I stared at my wrist as I put my hand back onto the roof. As my hand touched the shingles on the roof, he reached for the end of the Christmas light chord and pulled my arm tightly to the right.

  BAM!

  He began stapling the cord to the wooden shingles.

  BAM…BAM…BAM!

  BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!

  “That should do it. Pull against the chord,” he said.

  “You just stapled my hand to the roof,” I said as I turned and looked at him over my shoulder.

  “No, Kelli. I stapled the chord to the roof. Not your hand, the chord. Pull on it,” he demanded as he smiled at me – obviously proud of his demented mind.

  I pulled against the chord. It was no different than the night that he restrained and blindfolded me.

  “Erik, we’re on the roof,” I said over my left shoulder.

  “Damn, you have a good memory. Surprised you didn’t forget after that nap you took,” he said.

  “Left hand, baby girl, raise it. This one is easy, it’s the only one you have left,” he laughed.

  I raised my left hand. He bent over and picked up the remaining Christmas lights and doubled the chord over a few times, shaking the lights strand to make the lengths of cord even. He wrapped my hand in the chord, and slipped it through itself.

  “Put it on the roof, baby girl,” he said, smiling.

  I reached to the left, shaking my head.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You enjoy this too much,” I laughed.

  “Shit, you’ve seen nothing yet, baby. You’re stuck with me now, and eventually…every night, you have to fall asleep. Wait and see what I do to and with you,” he laughed.

  He pulled on the end of the cord until my arm was tight.

  BAM…BAM!

  He started stapling again.

  BAM…BAM!

  BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!

  “Pull against it,” he demanded.

  I pulled against the two cords.

  Nothing.

  I felt like Jesus crucified on the cross, my arms stretched out to my sides.

  “Well, for the sake of fuck,” he complained as he looked around the roof.

  “What?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.

  “Well, I used all of my Christmas lights. I don’t have anything for your legs. I can’t tie your legs,” he said in a very serious tone.

  “Uhhmm, I can’t go anywhere. A tornado couldn’t blow me off of here,” I said.

  Our home was a few miles from the small airport outside of Benton. The airfield, originally, was used by local farmers. In recent years, from what Erik said, they refurbished it. People had built expensive homes along the taxiway, most of which had an aircraft hangar attached. The short length of the runway limited the size of aircraft that could land and take off, but there were always small aircraft flying in and out.

  We were a few miles from the airport, and a few miles from the city limit of Wichita. Technically, we lived in the suburbs, but we didn’t have any immediate neighbors. Our home did face the narrow two lane road that connected the airport to Wichita.

  Erik reached in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down to my ankles and removed my shoes. I watched as he set my shoes aside and folded my jeans and set them on top of the shoes. As he knelt behind me, he kissed my inner thighs.

  He pressed his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. As he licked, his finger slid in and out of my wetness. As he began to rub my clit with his fingertip, I felt my legs begin to shake.

  Something about being tied to the roof was extremely exciting.

  His finger slid in and out as he licked my pussy from the rear. I bent my knees and pressed my ass further into his face. He forced his tongue deeper and fingered me faster. I bit my bottom lip. His tongue fucked me deeper and faster. His finger tickled my clit. I bit my lip harder. And he began to moan as he licked me.

  Oh God.

  And.

  I came.

  I heard a vehicle, opened my eyes, and looked at the window. I watched as the reflection of a truck drove by. I wondered what anyone that drove by might think. I guess considering that Erik and I lived here, maybe people would get used to things like this.

  He continued to suck my clit and lick my pussy. I wiggled, feeling sensitive from the orgasm.

  I pulled on the chords.

  I wasn’t going anywhere. I swiveled my hips and felt my wet pussy against his face when I did.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I laughed.

  He stood up.

  “Excuse me?” he said sharply as he put his hand on my neck.

  Oh yes.

  Please.

  Squeeze it.

  “Nothing sir,” I responded as I stared at the shingles of the roof.

  I heard his belt unbuckle. I looked down to my left as his pants hit the tops of his boots. I pulled on the chords again.

  Shit.

  “You want to escape me, baby girl?” he growled into my right ear.

  “No sir,” I squeaked.

  I felt him penetrate my pussy with his stiff cock. His free hand reached around to my stomach and pulled my torso up and backward, forcing my ass to rise. I stood on my tip-toes. He began fucking me harder as he squeezed my neck with a little more force.

  His hand on my neck was turning me on.

  A trigger.

  I pulled on the chords again.

  “You’re gonna get it, little girl,” he growled.

  He squeezed my neck harder.

  He began to fuck me harder and shove himself deep. His hips pounding against my ass made slapping sounds with each stroke. Every inch of his cock was being forced into me. My calves ached from standing on my tip-toes.

  I want him to squeeze my neck and fuck me hard.

  Really hard.

  I pulled on the cords again and growled. I shook my head from side-to-side.

  Be careful of what you wish for. My father always told me that.

  He squeezed my neck harder.

  And pounded my pussy with force. His cock felt larger than it ever had.

  He pulled against my neck, forcing my head closer to his face.

  “You’re not going to get away from me. You’re stapled to the roof, you mouthy little shit,” he whispered.

  “Who owns you, you little slut?” he asked.

  “You do,” I squeaked. His hand was tighter on my neck than it had ever been.

  But it wasn’t tight enough.

  “Who?” he growled into my ear. His hot breath almost made me cum.

  Life offers us decisions. Sometimes we make good ones, and sometimes we make bad ones. When we make these decisions, we often take a chance, hoping that the outcome will be favorable. Making a split-second decision often produces results that we never expected. Turning back the clock and changing the clock and changing our mind is never an option. My father always told me to take three steps.

  Think. Think. Act.

  This was good advice.

  With Erik, sometimes I just acted.

  “Nobody. Fuck you, untie me!” I screamed as I pulled frantically on the chords.

  He squeezed my neck harder. His fingers dug into my flesh and tightened around my neck. I felt him adjust his hand and grip again.

  That’s not tight enough, I want you to squeeze my neck, Erik.

  “Let go of my neck, and untie me now. Nobody owns me,” I screamed.

  He squeezed even harder. He forced himself into my pussy like he was trying to kill me.

  I began to contract with force.

  His hips slapped agai
nst my ass.

  I started to tingle from my head to my tip-toes.

  This was going to be huge.

  “If I don’t own you now, I god damned sure will when we’re done. You’re mine, do you understand me?” he breathed into my ear.

  I shook my head as best I could. I pulled against the chords and growled.

  “Fuck you, untie me you cock sucker,” I grunted.

  That should do it.

  His hand tightened around my neck and I felt him increase his intensity of forcing himself into my soaking pussy. I began to tingle from head to toe. My pussy felt like it was going to explode.

  I yanked the cords.

  He squeezed tighter and tighter.

  I closed my eyes.

  And my pussy exploded. I felt as if I was somewhere else. Certainly not on this earth. I opened my eyes. Everything got milky. I blinked my eyes. The lights were bright. I opened my eyes. Everything was gone.

  Black.

  I came. And came.

  And came.

  …

  …

  …

  …

  …

  “Baby girl!” he barked.

  I’m not sure if the time between the last time I opened my eyes and when I could finally see again was five seconds or five minutes. I have no way of knowing. All I know for certain is one thing.

  One.

  I’m figuring this out.

  How to get what I want.

  And keep Erik happy.

  I fucking love this man with all that I am. With all that I can provide. I love him with my entire existence. He breathes life into me. He has allowed me to understand who I am, and not feel broken for being me. I can be myself with Erik and not worry about him criticizing me.

  He owns me.

  And he always will.

  “Baby girl!” he said again.

  I heard the click of his knife, and felt him cutting the cords.

  I blinked my eyes, turned to face him and smiled.

  “There’s my baby girl,” he said, smiling.

  And he shuffled in front of me. With his pants around his ankles, on the roof of the house - the house that we owned - he kissed me deeply.

  “I love you baby girl. I love you with all that I have, know that,” he said softly as he held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.

  “I do,” I said.

  Every girl wants to say that to a man.

  I do.

  ERIK. Loving Kelli was not a decision I consciously made. I had not in the past made a decision to do so, and I was not making one now. Loving Kelli was who I had become. My desire, contrary to what some may think, was to please her and make her proud to be by my side. The thought of ever having to be without her sickened me.

  Any consideration of being without her for moments, hours, a day, or any amount of extended period of time was difficult at best. When she was away from me, I yearned for her to return. Kelli had, to me, become my reason to exist.

  Entirely.

  My idle moments were filled with thoughts that included her. I told her when we met that I wanted to witness her exist.

  I like watching you walk. I like watching your mouth open and hearing the words form on your tongue. I want to know you. I don’t want to know you from having you text me your favorite color, your favorite restaurant, and your list of favorite songs; I want to know you from exposure. I want to witness you exist. I want to absorb you.

  The more I learned of who she was, the more grateful I was for her existence. This girl was, for me, perfect from the beginning.

  Bam.

  Bam.

  Clunkety clunk.

  Clunk.

  “God damn it, baby girl, what are you doing?” I screamed as she came down the stairs, dragging behind her what appeared to be a bed sheet full of rocks.

  She stopped half way down the stairs.

  She stood there, on the newly installed carpet, naked.

  “Uhhmm. Well. They’re all dirty and covered in mud. I’m going to wash them, the pillowcases, and wash the sheets - they’re covered in cum,” she said, smiling as if she were at a photo shoot.

  “What, Kelli? What’s all muddy?” I asked as I stood up, walked toward, and approached the stairs.

  “My Chuck’s. All of them. I’ve been exploring out by the river. Did you know there’s a river back there? And train tracks?” she asked from the middle of the rise of stairs.

  “Yes, I knew. Jesus, it sounded like you were dragging a dead body down the steps,” I laughed, now standing at the bottom of the steps.

  “Nope, no dead body. Not unless you stop fucking me,” she said as she started down the remaining steps.

  Clunk.

  Bam.

  Clunkety clunk.

  Bam.

  “Excuse me,” she said as she walked passed me, dragging the bed sheet full of pillow cases and shoes along the floor behind her naked body. As she walked passed, she bumped into me and turned toward the kitchen.

  I watched her leg muscles flex as she walked through the kitchen. Her grace was amazing when she walked. It was as if she had been trained to do so. Watching her made me want to just…

  Watch her.

  “You know what I like about living here?” she screamed from the laundry room.

  “What’s that?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

  “I like that I can just walk around naked. It’s fun,” she answered through the laundry room door.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming in here, you scared me,” she said as I leaned in the doorway.

  She twisted the dial and pulled it out. The washing machine started running.

  I reached over her shoulders and gripped her neck in my hand. As I pulled her close, I leaned toward her and kissed her lips lightly. I continued to kiss her lips and chin, eventually moving my way down to her neck.

  As I kissed her neck, she moaned. With my left hand, I felt along the length of her back and onto her ass. I squeezed her butt cheek in my hands as I licked and kissed her collar bone.

  She continued to moan as I kissed her. I pressed her against the washing machine and moved my way to her breasts, sucking them lightly and kissing her now swollen nipples. As I squeezed her breasts with my left hand, I moved my mouth back to hers. Our lips touching lightly, I licked her upper lip with the tip of my tongue.

  Squeezing her neck in my hand, we continued to kiss.

  I closed my eyes and got lost in kissing her.

  The washing machine clicked.

  It started to shake as the cycle changed to spin.

  As it began to gain speed, it started to vibrate aggressively.

  And shake from side to side.

  “It’s not balanced, your load isn’t balanced. What all did you put in there?” I asked as I looked up and toward the top of the machine.

  “Chuck’s” she said, standing between the machine and I.

  “That’s it?” I asked as I leaned forward and opened the lid of the machine.

  “What in the fuck, baby girl? How many pairs are in there?” I asked.

  The machine looked like a rainbow of canvas and white rubber soles.

  “Eleven,” she responded as she tried to pull the lid closed.

  ‘They’re not balanced,” I said as I pushed the lid all the way open and released it from my grasp.

  The machine began to slow down. I nudged my way beside her and looked inside at the mess of shoes.

  She reached over the machine and slammed the lid closed.

  The washer began to gain speed and shake violently. She placed her hands on the machine and boosted herself onto it. She wiggled into place and sat there shaking as the machine gained speed. Her breasts jiggled up and down as the machine rotated her eleven pair of unbalanced canvas sneakers.

  I shook my head.

  Any man on this earth that thought for one moment that Kelli wasn’t absolutely the cutest woman on earth would be a damned fool. Her being submissive in no way, shape,
or form made her weak. She was a strong woman, full of life, and was willing to take risks to get what she felt that she wanted. As she had become more comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t going to leave her, she had opened up.

  And I loved who she was.

  My baby girl.

  “That’s it,” I snarled in as angry of a tone as I could manage.

  I reached in her direction.

  “What?” she asked as she raised her eyebrows slowly.

  “You’re going to fuck up the machine. It’s brand new. Get down,” I demanded, trying to keep from smiling.

  “No,” she said, her breasts jiggling as the machine shook.

  “Get down. Now,” I demanded, my hands now on each side of her waist.

  She shook her head from side to side, reached up slowly, and began to roll her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.

  I pursed my lips.

  “Off, now,” I scrunched my brow.

  She shook her head and rolled her nipples in between her thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and shook it from side to side lightly and moaned. Her string straight black hair fell down onto the machine.

  “That’s it, you little fucker,” I barked as I pulled her toward the front of the machine.

  She opened her eyes and looked puzzled.

  “Permission, Kelli. We’re back to asking for permission, do you understand me?” I asked.

  “Sir?” she questioned.

  “Fucking permission. For orgasms. You’re going to have to get permission to have one,” I said as I placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees. I pressed her inner knees and spread her legs apart.

  “Let go of your nipples and hold your legs apart, Kelli,” I demanded.

  “I can just hold them…” she said.

  “Let go of your nipples, Kelli. Grab your knees and hold your legs apart. Do you understand me?” I asked in a low serious tone.

  “Yes sir,” she answered as she lowered her hands and cupped her knees in her palms.

  “Do it, pull them apart for me,” I said.

  She spread her legs wider. As she did, her wet pussy glistened and opened slightly. She was clearly already very aroused.

  “Do not move for any fucking reason, Kelli,” I said as I turned to walk into the kitchen.

  “Understand?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked through the door into the kitchen.

  “Yes,” she paused.