Forsaken

by Bec Botefuhr

  “Hey baby, you are early.”

  I walk over, completely ignoring Barbie on the bench. I grip his shirt and lean up into his ear and whisper, “You and me, bedroom, now.”

  He looks down at me, and a grin spreads across his face, “Well guys, I am calling it a night.”

  “What are you up to bubba?” Nate asks, walking over to me.

  “Can I borrow your belt Nate?”

  His eyes widen, and he looks at Ryder, “Um yeah, what for?”

  “That is a secret.”

  I open the fridge door, my heart is thumping and I am desperately trying to keep my cool, calm and sexy face going. I pull out a can of whipped cream, making it extremely obvious what my plans are. Nate’s eyes widen and Ryder grins again.

  “Ready?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah,” Ryder growls, following me.

  I catch a glimpse of Heather, who is giving me a truly awful look. Yes love, I ruined your fantasies.

  “What’s under the trench coat?” Nate asks, laughing.

  I spin around, and yank it open. Ryder and Heather are behind me, so they can’t see. Nate’s eyes widen and he literally takes two steps back.

  “Holy fuck,” he rasps, “I just got a hard on.”

  I roll my eyes at him, and quickly pull the trench coat closed. I turn back to Ryder, whose gaze is hungry and desperate.

  “Let’s go.”

  I take his hand and lead him down to his room. When we are in, I shut the door behind me and turn to him. His eyes are wide and his lips are moist and slightly open. I find a chair, and I pull it out into the middle of the room. His eyes widen and he gives me a look. I walk over with a smile, and I take his shirt in my hands and begin pulling it over his head.

  “What are we doing?” he rasps, reaching out to touch me.

  “No touching, this is my night; you do as I say tonight.”

  “Whoa, what?”

  “Don’t argue or you won’t see what’s under this trench coat.”

  He closes his mouth and lets me continue stripping him. When he is standing naked before me, I take a moment to admire his stunning beauty. The man is a God. I lick my lips and let my eyes roam, fixing on his rigid erection. I step forward and put my hands on his chest, pushing him back onto the chair. When he is sitting, I take his arms and pull them behind him.

  “Hold up baby, what the hell are you doing?”

  “Do you want to fuck Ryder?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Then we play it my way.”

  I grip the belt Nate gave me, and tie his hands together. I step back and look down at him, totally aroused by the sight in front of me. His chest is bulging because his arms are pulled backwards, his abs are rippling and his cock is standing at alert. He looks fucking amazing. His aqua gaze is on me, taking me in. I grip the trench coat, and I slide it off.

  “Holy fucking shit, fuck…”

  I stare down at my outfit, I have gone completely Domme. I am wearing knee high leather boots that have chains linking to my corset and panties. The corset is black, and so tight it hugs every curve. I have a whip attached to my hip, and black elbow length gloves on my hands. I am wearing fish nets, and together I know the combination is hot.

  “You like?” I purr.

  “Fuck, I think I just came.”

  “Well, that is just the start of it.”

  I walk over, pulling the whip off my hip and sliding it across his chest.

  “If you don’t do as I ask, I will whip you.”

  “Ok…”

  “Ok Madame,” I snap, slapping the whip down onto his chest.

  He groans and whispers, “Ok Madame.”

  I slide the whip over his skin again, and then I put it between his teeth, “Bite down on this, and if you moan, I will punish you.”

  His eyes grow lusty and he watches me closely as I step back and grip hold of the whipped cream can. I shake it, and then drop to my knees in front of him. I press the trigger and cover his cock with cream. His stomach tenses, but he doesn’t moan. I lean down, swiping my tongue out and licking a dollop off the tip. I look up at him, running my tongue around my lips and letting off a little moan.

  I lean down again, slowly licking another small bit off. His stomach muscles are clenching tightly as he tries hard to avoid moaning. When I take the head of his cock into my mouth, his hips thrust upwards and his back arches. I slap his thigh, and stop sucking. With a wince, he stops thrusting and lowers his ass back down onto the seat.

  “If you do that again,” I chastise, “I won’t let you come.”

  He gives me a pleading look, as I slowly take him into my mouth again. I suck and lick, slowly teasing him until I know he is on the edge, before he can come, I wrap my fist around his cock and hold tightly, he groans and his chest heaves. When I know his orgasm has died down, I let him go and stand. He looks desperate, he is panting and his jaw is tight as he bites down onto the whip.

  “You will come when I say so.”

  I walk around behind him, trailing my fingers over his skin and causing him to shiver. When I get back in front of him, I drop to my knees again and take his nipple into my mouth. He tenses and I raise my eyes to see him clenching his shut. I wrap my hand around his cock and I stroke as I lick and bite his nipple. His body so tense, his breathing is ragged and I know it is torture for him.

  I pump his cock faster, sucking his nipples until I feel that he is about to come again. I bite down harshly on his nipple and he bellows as hot seed spills out over my hand. I keep pulling until there is none left, and then I get to my feet and wipe my hands on a towel. I give him a stern look, and pull the whip from his mouth.

  “I am going to have to punish you for that.”

  “That wasn’t punishment enough?”

  “Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

  “Sorry, Madame,”

  “You will be.”

  I straddle him, taking his face into my hands and kissing him with pure force until I can feel his erection rising underneath me once more. I lean back and slide the whip down his chest, “How to punish you?”

  I stand back and think for a moment, before kneeling in front of him. I run the whip over his thighs, and then I slide it between his legs and over his tight balls. He groans and I slap him a little. His groan turns into a ragged cry and his cock jerks, oh, he likes that. I bring the whip down again and he roars, thrusting his hips upwards.

  “If you come again, it gets harder.”

  “Please,” he bellows, “Fuck me.”

  I slap him again and his cock spills a drop of pre cum, I lean down and lick it off with my tongue. I stand and slowly begin to slide my clothes off, his eyes never leave my body and his cock swells even harder. When I am naked, I saunter towards him and straddle him.

  “You want inside me?”

  “Yes,” he rasps.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes Madame.”

  “Say it…”

  “I want inside you.”

  “Dirtier.”

  “I want to put my cock inside your beautiful pussy and fuck you until you can’t breathe,” he growls, his voice throaty.

  I begin to lower, and when the tip of him presses just inside me, he tries to thrust upwards.

  “Ah ah ah, my way,”

  “Please,” he begs, “Fuck you are killing me.”

  I slowly slide down his length, moaning as he fills me inch by inch. When he is deep inside me, I begin rocking slowly, sliding my body up and down until his desperate pleas fill my ears. Seeing Ryder like this, without his control, is mind blowing. It is a massive turn on, and I can feel my body winding tightly as I ride him.

  “Fuck, I can’t hold on.”

  “Don’t come,” I rasp, “Don’t come yet.”

  “Fuck, fuck…”

  I slide up and down faster, and his teeth clench together as he desperately holds his release back. I explode with a scream, shuddering around him so violently my entire body shakes.

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nbsp; “Come, now, come,” I order.

  He roars and his body jerks. I feel him pulsing as he finds his release, his head is thrown back and his chest is heaving. It would have to be the most erotic moment of our relationship. When he finally stops moaning and shaking, he lifts his head to meet my gaze, I wonder how he will react to my little game.

  “That…fuck…”

  “Not so soft now?” I whisper, stroking a piece of damp hair from his forehead.

  “Fuck, who knew you could pull off a Domme?”

  “I have plenty up my sleeve.”

  “Untie me, God, I ache.”

  I get off his lap; my legs wobble as I walk around to untie him. When he is free, he stands and groans.

  “God that was the most fucking memorable moment of my life,”

  “You liked?” I whisper, shocked.

  “Fuck, I never thought that would turn me on but it did, oh fuck, it did.”

  I smile, slumping back onto the bed. He kneels before me and takes my face in his hands, “I love you, and you don’t have to prove yourself to me.”

  “I know,” I whisper, sliding my lips across his.

  “I have to go to work,” he groans, “I just want to pass out after that.”

  “Poor GI Joe,”

  “Well, I guess you have to go win the big fella over now hey?”

  I laugh. “Hmmmm, Nate could be a little harder than you.”

  Ryder laughs, “I reckon so.”

  An hour later Ryder has dressed and gone out to work, and I am left alone with Nate and Heather. When I walk out into the kitchen, they are eating Chinese. Nate is sitting on the bench, and I smile, getting an idea. I shimmy over, and Heather gives me a look as if to say ‘Why are you still here?’

  “Hey bubba, you are still here?” Nate says, smiling at me.

  “I am, can I stay a while? Sandy is going out.”

  “We are watching movies,” Heather says, “It won’t be fun.”

  “Nate and I love movies, don’t we Nate?”

  Nate gives me a warning look, but I simply smile and flicker my eyelashes at him. I walk around the bench, and nestle between his legs. He grins down at me, unable to help himself.

  “Can I stay?”

  “Of course you can.”

  Nate is shirtless, so I tuck my fingers in the band of his jeans, “How’s Trey?”

  “Getting there,” he smirks, “How’s Ryder?”

  I laugh. “Sore.”

  “What did you two do in there; I could hear him bellowing like a wounded bull.”

  “That’s a secret, he isn’t unhappy tonight, if you know what I mean?”

  Heather snorts rudely, and lifts her chopsticks to mouth, “Nate, mind if I crawl in bed with you again tonight? I had another nightmare.”

  Nate has been letting Heather sleep in his bed? I look up at him with a hurt expression and he smiles weakly. I thought I was the only woman who could get into bed with him, why has he taken a liking to dragon lady? I step away from Nate, feeling hurt. He grips my shoulder, not allowing me to move any further away from him. His eyes hold a warning.

  “Did I say something wrong?” Heather asks, actually trying to sound innocent.

  “Nothing, Maya and I share a lot that’s all. I promised her my bed tonight, sorry Heather.”

  I flinch, and Nate tightens his grip on my arm and mouths ‘stop it.’ I pull away, spinning around to take a bowl from the cupboard and serve myself some food. Breathe; don’t let her see she is getting to you. That’s what she wants, it’s how people like her work.

  “What movie are we watching?” I say through grit teeth, with my back to Nate.

  I hear shuffling, and then I feel arms go around my waist. Nate leans over my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Stop that bubba, you are over reacting.”

  I don’t answer, what can I say? Seems Heather has something to say, because she speaks up, “Why do you call her bubba? She isn’t a child.”

  Nate turns, taking me with him, he stays behind me and his arms remain around my waist, “It’s just our thing, I love her.”

  “Yes, it seems you love a lot of women. Are you truly gay Nate, or are you just scared to admit you swing both ways? I am fairly sure I am confused after last night.”

  Someone might as well have slapped me; I freeze, unable to move. Nate was with her? How could he? I feel insanely jealous, I haven’t felt much jealousy with Nate before because he is usually only with men. I shift out of Nate’s arms and put my bowl down.

  “I think I should go now,” I whisper.

  “Maya, don’t…”

  I spin on him. “I thought you were gay?!”

  “She got into bed with me and tried the moves,” he snarls, turning to Heather, “don’t you try and make it out to be something it wasn’t. I turned you down and felt bad for hurting you so I let you stay in my bed. That is where it ended.”

  “Whatever Nate,”

  “Go to the unit, I am calling James Clancy in the morning.”

  She gapes at him, “You don’t mean that.”

  “Yes I do, clearly you are here to cause trouble and I won’t allow it. Go to your unit, or I will call him now.”

  She throws her fork down and storms out. With a sigh Nate turns to me.

  “It wasn’t anything, believe me, she was trying it on me and it didn’t work.”

  “I believe you,” I say, stepping closer and snuggling into him.

  He wraps his arms around me and pushes his nose into my hair. “Stay with me tonight?”

  “Only if you washed the sheets,”

  He laughs, and snuggles me closer, “What kind of man do you think I am?”

  ~*~*~*~

  NATE

  “Nate you great lump, move,” Maya groans, shoving my body.

  I grumble and roll, throwing an arm over her. “You aren’t keeping me warm enough.”

  “That would be because you keep rolling on me, and trying to suffocate me in my sleep.”

  “Well you aren’t close enough; I shouldn’t have to go searching for you.”

  “I am scared about what might poke me if I get to close.”

  I laugh sleepily, “You only have to worry about that in the morning.”

  “Yeah well, keep it away from me.”

  “I promise.”

  I roll, and she slides behind me, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her chest to my back. I close my eyes and fall into a restless sleep, my dreams haunting me. I can feel Trey’s body beneath me as I drive into him over and over, he groans, God he is tight. I thrust, desperate for release, desperate to come, it has been so long. I miss him, I need him, I just need to feel someone again.

  “NATE!”

  “Soon…soon…”

  “NATE, WAKE UP!”

  I come, spurting hot, hard jets into his tight body. God he feels so fucking good, I don’t remember him feeling so good. Suddenly he is shoving me, pushing at my chest forcefully.

  “NATE PLEASE!”

  I slowly come back into reality, and I am inside…oh fuck…no. I move, and as reality becomes clearer, so does my position. The tiny body underneath me isn’t Trey’s, and she isn’t a he.

  “Maya?” I croak.

  “Oh God…”

  I move, and that is when I feel the dampness between us. I am inside her, holy shit no. No. No. Please. No. I pull back quickly, and roll off, panting.

  “Maya…oh God, I’m so sorry.”

  She is sobbing, her body is heaving. I don’t know what to do? I feel so fucking awful. What can I say? I practically raped her.

  “Maya…I didn’t…know…”

  “I know,” she whispers, “I know.”

  “How long…how long?”

  “I woke up because…because I was…having a very erotic dream. When I realized it wasn’t a dream, I started pushing you. That is when you…”

  “Oh fuck, oh God no… I am so sorry, God, Maya…”

  “Why did that happen?” she whispers.

/>   “I am a sexual dreamer, I was dreaming about fucking Trey and then I woke up and it was real, except it wasn’t Trey. I have a problem…I only realized I had it recently, and I should have told you.”

  “I don’t understand,” she croaks.

  “It’s why I usually sleep fully clothed when I am next to someone. I…Maya I have a sleep disorder where I do things that I don’t realize. I suppose it is like a sleep walker, who can talk and communicate even though they don’t remember it. I didn’t know until Trey, I woke up one night fucking him and couldn’t remember how I got there.”

  “But…I am not Trey.”

  “I didn’t know that,” I say, reaching out to feel her.

  I touch her shoulder and she shudders, I know she is crying, I know she feels awful. How could this happen after everything she has been through?

  “Maya, you know I would never hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me,” she whispers, “It wasn’t horrible.”

  “I am so sorry.”

  “What will Ryder think?” She chokes, sobbing heavily.

  I get out of bed and pull on some shorts, before flicking on the light. When I catch sight of her in the bed, her hair messy and her clothes disheveled, I feel sick. Her face is red and puffy from crying.

  “I’m sorry Maya.”

  “How did I not wake up?” she croaks.

  “I don’t know…you were probably dreaming…”

  “Oh no…”

  “Maya, I wasn’t wearing a condom…”

  “I’m on the pill,” she rasps.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I have to go.”

  “Maya please…”

  She rushes out the door, and slams straight into Ryder. I rush out behind her, and come to a skidding halt. Crap, this won’t be good.

  “Hey, whoa, settle down baby…”

  “Ryder?” she croaks.

  “It’s me, what’s happening?”

  “Oh God…”

  How could I be so careless? I knew I was having these moments during my sleep lately and I wasn’t careful enough. Now I have quite possibly fucked up my relationship with the two people that matter.