Sive

by Daniela Jackson

  I’m a ravenous instinct seeking relief. Nothing more. My hand pulls her hair together on the back of her head and I hold her in place. Then I fuck her sweet hot mouth without mercy. Sive digs her fingers into my flesh and gags each time I slam on her throat, but I can’t stop. A wave of delirious heat floods me. My muscles become taut and the ultimate bliss ripples through me as I empty myself into her mouth. I can hear my own moans as push my cock in a few more times, wrenching in my pleasure.

  Sive moves back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing my cum, as I try to return to reality.

  “You okay?” I ask then grab the blanket from the backrest.

  Sive lifts herself from the couch, but I enclose her with my arms from behind. We tumble onto the couch, lying on our sides as I cover us with the blanket. Sive curls into my body and her sweat merges with mine.

  “Are you mad with me, baby?”

  “I hha-te yyou.”

  “I’m certain of that. But only till Saturday, okay?”

  She growls in frustration and hitches up the blanket. To me, everything is as it should be. It will take her a moment to get over her anger but she can manage.

  I like the feeling of her tiny soft form within my body. I’ve never wanted that, but she landed in my life like a shooting star and changed my perspective entirely. I will be her first in everything. She belongs to me.

  I drop off to sleep with an eerie feeling wavering inside me that my life will take an unexpected turn from now on.

  I wake up with a start and notice that Sive is not beside me. My heart skips a beat.

  “Sive,” I roar and sit up. “Where are you?”

  A pleasant smell teases my nostrils as I look around and spot her bustling in the kitchen. Her drawings cover the table and she stirs a dish in the pan. She takes out a plate from the cupboard and piles it with the food, then saunters towards me. I can’t read her face; it’s stiff like a mask. She slams the plate on the coffee table and hands me a fork.

  My stomach growls so I wolf down my meal and watch her. She sits at the kitchen table and leans over her drawing.

  “It’s delicious, Sive. I’ve never eaten such a delicious spaghetti Bolognese. It’s better than my Ma’s.”

  Sive bobs her head and I exhale with relief. She will stay with me.

  “We can watch TV, baby.”

  Or have more sex. If she wants that. I definitely want some proper fucking.

  I put the fork on my empty plate and my eyes travel to the side. My jeans lie on the backrest. I reach out for them and pull them on. Walking towards Sive, I carry the plate and put it into the kitchen sink, then wrap my arms around my little mermaid from behind. She is drawing Dash. He will be an elf. Funny.

  “Blaze gave me thirty bucks for your drawings. I’ve forgotten to tell you.”

  Sive turns her face to mine and a bright smile parts her lips. Her hand reaches for a folded piece of paper and she hands it me. Another letter. Uneasiness flows through me. I open it and read:

  Don’t touch me again.

  “You liked it, Sive.”

  She nods at me.

  “But you want to have more time for being angry with me?”

  She snorts and her body tenses in my arms.

  I’m not good at relationships or communication but I have a strange certainty that I should keep her as close to me as possible.

  “We will sleep in one bed,” I say. “That’s all.”

  “Rea-lly?” Sarcasm radiates from her.

  “That’s the plan.”

  I return to the couch and stretch out my body, switching on TV. Sive is occupied with her drawings until the grey dimness of the evening filters inside the house. She prepares supper for me and we eat at the kitchen table, but this is her body I want to devour not the tuna salad.

  Chapter 16

  Sive

  Axel stares at my drawings and one corner of his lips crooks up.

  “Gunner as a hermit?” He laughs. “Boulder as a warlock? That’s odd, Sive.”

  It’s how I perceive them. Each of them is unique. Blaze will be a werewolf.

  I do the dishes and hurry to the bathroom. I need a few moments in solitude. Axel’s presence suffocates me like a silky scarf is tightening around my throat.

  He owns me. Literally. I’m his possession. This realisation evokes both my fury and excitement, but I won’t admit the latter to myself. My dark desires frighten me. I want that wild man more than anything in the world, but I know he can hurt me. Even more than Owen did. Because I love Axel.

  I love all the dirty things he is doing to me and it contradicts everything I believe in. I was taught at school to be a good girl. No sex before marriage, they said. No sinful thoughts, no following one’s animal instincts, no trampling one’s dignity.

  Just one touch of Axel’s lips or fingers makes me forget who I am, turning me into his whore. And I love it.

  I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and pull on my nightdress. Peering through the door, I notice Axel in the couch. He is watching TV. He looks much better. I guess his massive body eliminates alcohol very efficiently.

  I rush upstairs and dive under the comforter. Two opposite desires torment me, to be with Axel and to escape from him as far as possible.

  He walks into the bedroom after ten minutes, peels off his jeans and lies down beside me. His nakedness scares me and turns me on. I feel myself getting wet between my thighs.

  Axel tugs me to him and my back moulds against his chest. His skin is hot against mine and the scent of shower gel lingers on his body. His hard cock throbs against my lower back.

  Don’t do this to me again. Don’t make me crave your touch like a thirsty traveller craves water in a desert. Don’t tie me to you.

  “Sive,” he rasps into my ear and bites my neck.

  The pain from his teeth makes me shiver in pleasure as fire seizes my skin and my thighs become spongy. “A-xel.”

  “I just want to touch you. Like before. We will touch each other, Sive.”

  He informs me not asks for my permission.

  His hand gathers up my nightdress and he pulls it over my head as I roll on my back and wiggle out of it.

  Axel removes my panties, his lustful eyes roaming over my naked body, and he crawls atop me, pushing my folded legs wide open. His cock touches my opening as he eases his weight onto his elbows at either side of my head.

  “I won’t bring another woman into this house again. You have my word, Sive.”

  It’s your house and you are a free man. We are not married. Are we in a relationship?

  His lips press against mine and his tongue touches the inside of my lower lip. I’m burning for him and my arousal leaks from me.

  “Do you want me in your pussy, Sive?”

  I want that and I don’t want. What will happen next when he takes my innocence from me?

  Axel’s mouth runs down my throat, planting hot kisses on my skin, and my neck arches. He strokes his cock and moves the head along my slit. My body shivers in anticipation and I stop thinking. I spread my thighs wider for him.

  “I will be good to you,” he says and looks into my eyes.

  Does it mean that he will love me as much as I love him? Does it mean that I will be the only woman in his life?

  So many questions tumble in my head, demanding his answers, but I can’t articulate them. Tears prick my eyes.

  “Sive, baby, what is wrong?”

  Everything. Promise me that you’ll love me. Promise me that you’ll be faithful. Promise me that we’ll have a future together.

  His mouth grazes my chin, and I hiss in pain. His palm strokes my hair and his knuckles move down the side of my face. It makes my whole skin tingle. My thighs quiver and I cross my ankles on his back.

  “I can wait, Sive.” He sounds like he will hurt me at any moment.

  I don’t think so. You look like a mad man. But that’s okay. I want you. Here and now.

  “Tell me to stop,” he says as thou
gh he’s gritting his teeth and his hand runs up and down my outer thigh, causing me pain.

  Really? You hypocrite. You drove your cock into my mouth without even asking me.

  Axel kisses my lips and his tongue slips in. He must have taken my muteness as my permission or maybe his previous two sentences were just formalities to say without any meaning. It doesn’t matter. I want his cock in my pussy. I want to taste what sex is. I want Axel.

  A wave of anxiety rolls over me as the head of his cock pushes at my entrance.

  I suck in a breath and he moves his hips, burying his whole length inside me in one thrust.

  One second of nothingness passes then a pure agony claws me. Wrenches life out of me. I can’t breathe. I want to scream but I can’t do that either. I can’t move.

  My body trembles and blackness obscures my vision. The pain between my legs is growing in fury. Tears trickle down my cheeks as my lungs finally expand and I breathe in shallow pants. I lever myself up on my elbows but it only causes more of this burning pain to radiate from pussy and a low scream escapes my mouth.

  Axel pins me down to the mattress with his weight and his lips touch mine. I avert my face and dig my fingers into his arms. My thighs push against his hips, and I want him to stop, to take this burning and tearing torture from me. But he doesn’t move. We remain like this, clenched tight, and I sob. The pain attacks my whole body, wave after wave like gashing, and I feel cold like the temperature in the bedroom has just dropped massively. My whole being centres on the agony pulsating from my pussy. It’s like I’m impaled. Like my inner walls are ripped apart.

  “Sive, breathe, baby,” Axel whispers into my ear as his hand strokes my head.

  His glance meets mine. There is a hint of concern in his eyes but most of all his feral hunger. Like he’s finding pleasure in my pain.

  So I try to breathe, but it feels like my chest is a cage. Axel moves his hips, pulling back, then drives his cock hard into me. Goes deeper. I whimper at the sensation of being full, stretched and punished. My skin heats up and a new sensation spreads in my tummy. It’s a delicate vibe of pleasure. The airy flutter at first. Then the painful temptation full of darkness. I want this pleasure, this pain and the punishment.

  And that beautiful man atop me.

  Axel

  Her neck arches, and I plant kisses on the corner of her mouth, on the angle of her jaw and along the curve of her neck. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, almost causing me pain.

  I’ve never been with such a tight and inexperienced woman before. I’ve never caused such pain to a woman.

  But again, I’ve never felt such primal hunger for a woman. My animalistic instinct urges me to claim Sive, take possession of her whole and make her mine.

  I told her I could wait. But the truth is I could have waited only for five more minutes.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper into her ear, but in fact, I don’t feel guilty at all.

  I derive a primal pleasure from punishing Sive like this. My cock has torn through her virginity. My cock is filling her hot little pussy for the first time ever.

  Sweat beads her forehead and her face is tinged with pallor. Her chin trembles and her form shakes beneath mine.

  It has to be like this, her pain and my unstoppable desire to fuck her hard. The last wall of my control crumbles and I turn into a wild beast claiming his female. One word from her may stop me, but she doesn’t say it so I close her mouth with mine and move my hips against hers. She throws her arms around my neck and clings to me. It won’t take long and it’s convenient for her because she won’t probably have anything but pain. I deepen the kiss and sense how desperately she’s fighting to catch her breath. She moans into my mouth as I pump my cock in and out. Something changes, and her body sways with mine. She feels less stiff and we catch the kind of rhythm. We are as one. One desire, one smell, one breath.

  My whole body fills with the overwhelming urge to have my release. There are no thoughts in my head just dense heat, darkness and pure instinct. Sive’s scent becomes even more intense, engulfs me like a cloud as her moans push me to move faster, to drive into her harder and harder until I feel like I’m ascending and touching something powerful. My orgasm ripples through me.

  At first, it feels like I have blacked out. There is nothing around me, then sounds become clearer and my body feels hers. She is shaking like she has a fever. I look at her and try to focus on returning to reality. Droplets of sweat adorn her face and cleavage; her mouth is wide open and she is gasping like a void has replaced the air in the bedroom.

  “Fuck, Sive, did I hurt you, baby?”

  I did for sure. I don’t know what happened a moment ago. A dark force or something possessed me.

  Sive shakes her head as I pull out of her. She rolls on her side, turning her back to me and cries out. Her blood marks the sheets.

  I throw my arm over her chest and pull her to me gently. My other arm squeezes under her neck.

  “I will be good to you; I promise,” I say.

  I don’t know what else to say. Sive is exhausted so I let her drop off to sleep. She shudders as I kiss her shoulder. I cover her with the comforter and have a nap beside her.

  Chapter 17

  Sive

  I can’t read his face—it’s like a rigid mask, but he is gentle with me. His arms enclose me in a warm muscular trap, and I rest my chest against his, sprawled like a frog. It knocks the air out of my lungs and a sigh escapes my mouth.

  “I know that you are sleepy,” he says, “and very tired but you are bleeding, Sive.”

  Am I? My whole body is so sore that I can’t move. I slide my chest against his then the sensation of something liquidly and sticky between my legs tears its way to my torpid brain.

  “We’ll have a shower or a bath,” he continues. “I’ll help you.” His palm strokes my back, and he glides it over my ass cheek, then squeezes it. “It’s not like you wanted that? Not with a pig with a hangover?”

  I chuckle and Axel tightens the embrace around me, kissing the top of my head.

  “I will behave, Sive,” he says like he’s making a vow.

  What does that mean exactly? I want to ask him so many questions but I can’t.

  Axel lifts himself and cradles me like a child, then settles me into the armchair and changes the bedding. After that, he carries me downstairs to the bathroom. We are naked and it’s awkward.

  I sit by the bathtub whilst Axel fills it with hot water, adding a few drops of lavender bubble bath. He dips his hand into the water, checking the temperature, then scoops me up and immerses me into the pleasant heat. I sit with my knees flexed as he steps into the bathtub and stretches his body behind me, guarding me with his legs at either side of my body. His hands pull me to him and my back rests against his chest.

  My eyelids grow heavy as the heat of the water penetrates into me, giving my skin a delicate red tinge. A pleasant laziness takes possession of my body. Axel pours water over my breasts and kisses my cheek.

  “Nice, isn’t it?” he asks. There is a crack in his voice.

  I nod and turn slightly on my side. The steam rises magically, fills the bathroom, enthralling us in an eerie realm. The foam swishes delicately as it dies at a slow pace.

  It is nice. It’s so nice that I start imagining my happiness with Axel, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, in a month. Forever. Then the reality hits me hard. He hasn’t promised anything to me. I’m naive.

  Axel places his arm over my chest and bites my earlobe.

  “Much better, isn’t it?” he asks.

  I rearrange my body and sit on my heels, turning my face to him. The water splashes against the bathtub and pours out onto the plush rug.

  “Be-tter,” I say.

  I smile at him. It’s as if my whole yearning for him and my whole hope have centred on my smile. I must look ridiculous like an excited child.

  Axel’s eyes widen and he smiles too. That smile takes at least five years off his face.

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p; “You are an enchantress,” he says with amusement.

  His eyes slide down to my breasts and he palms them. He probably wants more sex and I want more too, but my whole bottom is sore.

  He squeezes my breasts and watches me with a tense expression like I did something wrong or stupid, then one corner of his lips quirks up.

  “I’ll put you to bed, Sive.”

  Blood drains from my face and my heart sinks. He doesn’t want me. I know the reason why. I’m just a cripple who invaded his life and happened to be convenient for him.

  I rise, step out of the bathtub and reach for a towel, wrapping it around my chest, then grab my toothbrush. Axel joins me, covering his lower body with a towel, and we brush our teeth. I feel like I’m standing next to a stranger who knows everything about me, my most shameful secrets, but I know nothing about him. I don’t even know whether I can ask him any personal questions. Probably not. Men like him get angry when women ask them questions after a one-night stand.

  I rinse my teeth and Axel grips my arm, pulling me behind him. We go to the kitchen and he takes out a bottle of vodka, pouring the alcohol into a shot glass, then hands it to me.

  “It will do you good,” he says.

  Well, he is the adult here. I empty it in a number of tiny sips, retching every few seconds. It’s humiliating, but I don’t really care. I must have got used to being mortified around Axel.

  “Go to bed, Sive.”

  I hand the empty shot glass to him and shuffle upstairs. I’m like that woman to him, the one who touched him. I’m nobody important to him, just another girl in his bed.

  Axel

  I watch her as she disappears at the top of the stairs and I pour vodka into my mouth straight from the bottle. Nausea hits me like a reminder of my hangover and I slam the bottle on the kitchen worktop.

  I have to stay far away from her. Otherwise, I will hurt her again. She needs to recover and I only want to drive my hard cock into her again. It’s insane like I’m addicted to her shivering body in my arms, beneath me, to her whimpers, gasps and tears.

  She is in so much pain that she can’t move. Each time, I look at her, there is nervousness in her eyes like she regrets the intimacy between us. And yet she can smile like everything is perfect to her.