by Prince, DD
As if it could be erased. I sighed. How could I keep my armor up with scenery like this and words like that? Not to mention those bedroom eyes. He lay back on the bed and he crooked his index finger at me again.
I shook my head again and looked out the opened barn doors out at the pond.
“Your temper tantrum is over, Tia. Do I have to come get you?” he asked and I looked over at him and the look on his face made my blood run cold. He was used to getting his own way. When things didn’t go the way he wanted them to go, he took matters into his own hands. He looked angry with me. Then his expression lightened and he tilted his head at me and smiled again.
I guess I was being a bitch. He’d brought me here to a place that was special to him in order to get us away from the chaos and I was, in essence, poo pooing all over it. He was trying. And he’d only been honest with me about my Dad and I’d started taking it out on him. I got to my feet and walked over and put a knee to the bed and climbed up and sat beside him, “It’s nice here. Sorry I’m being bitchy.”
He smiled at me and my heart lightened because I could see that the day might be salvageable by the look in his eyes, “Come here,” he mouthed and opened his arms wide. I climbed over and he pulled me down beside him and held me close, cradling my head against his chest with his hand, “You were right about what you said. Let me make it all up to you. I’ll work on making it up to you for as long as it takes.”
My heart swelled, “I lied,” I said softly, “I am warming up to you. I was just…” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
“I know. Kiss me.”
I kissed him quickly on the lips, “The things you said were really sweet. I like it when you’re sweet.” and then put my head back on his chest. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of his heartbeat.
“That’s all I get?” he asked.
“Mmm,” I nuzzled in.
“Looks like I’ll have to take more, if I want it, huh?”
I shrugged, “Guess you’re not feeling sweet right now, huh? Well, if you think you can…” I looked up at his face and caught my bottom lip with my teeth.
His eyes lit up and he raised his brows, “Do you think I can’t?” His grip around me tightened.
I shrugged, “Dunno. You’d have to be pretty bold...” Goosebumps rose on my skin but I managed to hold my gaze steady.
He growled and flipped me over so that I was on my back and he was on top of me, pinning my arms over my head. He kissed me roughly, “You wanna see how bold I am?” He looked like he could barely restrain himself.
“Yeah,” I said, looking him right in the eyes. I don’t know what made me decide to start this dangerous game with him but I could feel my heart rate picking up tempo.
“You like provoking me? You like to play games, little girl?”
I shrugged innocently and blinked at him a few times, “I dunno what you mean…”
“You want me to take you,” he said and I felt moisture trickle down below.
“I was gonna get you up here, serenade you with a picnic and be Mr. Romance. You might like sweet but you don’t want sweet today. Or do you?”
I sucked in my bottom lip and shrugged, then said, “No.”
He gave me a knowing smile and then said, “You’re perfect, Athena, you know that? You were made for me. Hide and seek. I’ll give you to the count of 20. You’d better hide good because when I find you, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t have any doubt in your mind about how bold I am.”
I gaped at him.
“1, 2, 3… better get moving, 4, 5, today sometime? 6…”
I gasped at the quickening pace of his counting and jumped up and took off down the stairs. The barn door was closed. I knew it’d make noise when I opened it so I did but then I ducked back in and climbed through the already opened back hatch of the jeep and got into the back seat as quietly as possible. A few seconds later I heard him leave the barn and I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Wow. This was a rush. And at the end I’d get sweet release. I could see how this could get addicting, especially with how intense I suspected he’d play. A few minutes passed and I hadn’t heard anything anywhere around me. In fact it was eerily quiet. I sat up and almost had heart failure when I realized he was standing outside the driver’s side door, staring down at me with a smile on his face. I shrieked and scampered out the passenger side and ran out of the barn.
“I’ll give you an extra 5,” he called, “1, 2…”
I bolted toward the back of the barn and when I rounded the rear I saw the field of flowers and the pond up ahead. I thought about taking a run into the field but the grass was deep and I was more than a little afraid of snakes. I didn’t know where to go, though, so I ran around the back of the barn and then up the other side thinking I’d head toward the house that was also on the property. He wasn’t behind me. My heart thudded rapidly against my chest wall. So much adrenaline!
Tommy
That she’d gone from angry and broody to wanting to play got my heart pumping. Maybe she had more in common with me than she realized.
I’d allowed her to have her moment, her hissy fit, because although I wanted her obedience and her submission I also didn’t want to extinguish that fire in her that I liked so much. I’d always been one-sided in sating my desires. Sure, I’d get the woman I was with off, too, I got off on that, but I’d never gone out of my way to make sure that beyond getting an orgasm, that I cared what she felt like afterwards. Playing with Tia, playing a game that got us both going? She was showing me that this got her juices flowing. This was different. I liked it. Thrill of the chase? Fuck yeah; it was a thrill.
She’d gone counter clockwise around the barn so I stayed out front, crouched low against the wall. As she ran past me, I watched her pass me and counted to three in my head and then was hot on her heels.
She squealed at the sight of me and ran faster toward the house. She looked gorgeous. As she ran, her already loose ponytail came completely undone and now her hair was flowing freely in the breeze. She kicked off her flip flops so she could gain more speed and then as she took off faster, I quickened my own pace. She passed the house, which was on the front of about 83 untended acres. I knew she’d come upon stone ruins and tear up her bare feet within a minute or two of running so decided to catch her before she got to the rocky area of the property.
Tia
He was gaining on me and the thrill of it was making my heart race, my face flush, and my body tingle all over. As I rounded the house and got to the back I could see it was a little overgrown with grass and some more wildflowers and there was a combination of open fields, stone paths, and treed areas behind the farmhouse. I could head toward the trees if I went right, or if I went straight ahead it looked mostly clear but hilly. To my left was the barn, the pond, and the huge field of flowers.
I decided to run toward the trees. Not many paces in that direction he caught me by the waist and tackled me to the ground but yet he did it sort of gently, breaking my fall so that I landed on him instead of on the ground. As soon as we landed, he flipped and then he was on top of me and had my wrists pinned above my head. We were both heaving but I’d say I was heaving a lot heavier than he was.
“Gotcha,” he said in a low and husky voice. The sun’s rays were right behind his head and it was almost like they were bursting from him. He looked almost angelic to me. His whiskey colored eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth turned up into a big smile, his slightly stubbly jaw looking rugged, and his muscles looking particularly defined.
I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t struggling, just laying limp in the tall grass with my arms pinned above my head looking up at his beauty. I felt an itch on my nose so I reached, about to move my arm and his grip tightened and his eyes, though still sparkling, had a sudden shift, like they’d tinted with a bit of a challenge. I tilted my head to my shoulder and used my shoulder to try to eradicate the itch on my nose.
“Whenever you ru
n,” he said with a hint of darkness, “I’ll catch you.”
I felt my heart constrict for a beat and he must’ve seen my expression shift because then he smiled and nuzzled my throat, I think, trying to salvage the moment. Would it always be like this with him? Seesawing between light and dark? How could I keep up?
Tommy
She’d stiffened under me and I knew that she had gone into the darker recesses of her mind; she’d gone to that place that said she was my prisoner. I needed her to know she was mine completely but I wanted her to want it. She clearly wasn’t there yet. I was pushing, probably too hard. She’d been shot at, kidnapped, and had her entire world turned upside down because she was mine and it’d take some getting used to. She was doing so good so far, all things considered, and I didn’t want a setback. I had to be patient. We’d get there. And the journey would be fan-fucking-tastic.
“Rough or sweet?” I said into her ear, wanting, for some inexplicable reason, for her to feel in control right now. I looked into her eyes and tried to show her the tenderness I felt for her.
“Rough,” she answered very softly and it made my heart soar. Her giving me control wanting rough, when she could keep it sweet, when she could keep control of me was such a gift. She was made for me.
I gave her a little smile and she must’ve read my mind because she swallowed hard and looked like she might’ve wanted to backpedal. That hesitation, the fear in her eyes, it got me hard. So hard.
Tia
I didn’t understand why I was opting for dominating Tommy when he was offering to be ice cream parlor Tommy but I craved rough right now. I wanted him to pound me hard, to pull my hair, to spank me. What on earth was wrong with me?
Maybe I felt like I’d wanted to beat myself up after finding out Dad sold me down the river…again. Maybe having Tommy pull the pain out of me would help me find the release I needed, would pull it out from where it was, sitting in the middle of my gut, clawing at my stomach. I wanted to feel it fully so I could then let it go.
Was it screwed up to want the pain to be real and tangible instead of inside me? Maybe. Probably. But then I could feel it and let it out. I wanted release. And I hoped that like other times that afterwards he’d hold me and caress me, let me have a cathartic release. And he’d get something out of it, too. I tingled at the idea of pleasing him.
His grip on my wrists tightened and he started grinding his hard cock against me. Then he let go of my wrists but grunted, “Don’t move,” into my ear. He unzipped my denim skirt and shimmied it off my hips. Then he grabbed the waistband of my baby blue cotton panties and ripped them clean off of me, tearing them somewhere. The tearing sound startled me, making this morph from hot to sordid, dirty. I reached quickly in modesty but he warned, “I said don’t move,” his eyes changed, got even more intense. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. I felt so exposed out here in the open air.
Then he undid his pants and freed his cock and in one move, rammed it into me to the hilt. I gasped. He gathered the length of my hair into his fist and used it to pull my face to his cheek and started hammering into me. His other hand went under my rear end and he held me by it, digging his fingers into my flesh and it hurt. That hurt, the ground wasn’t exactly soft, and he was pulling my hair but then the sensation inside of me, the sensation of him plunging in over and over, was good. Real good. He got my earlobe between his teeth and he wasn’t biting hard but his hot breath in my ear sent tingles over my body in waves. I willed the tension to leave my body and when I felt that moment of surrender, that moment of just giving myself over to what he was doing, it felt like a release. Even if it was sordid and dirty it was what I needed right now.
He let go of my bottom and then his fingers were between us, rubbing my clit. I opened my eyes and saw the clouds moving over us in the sky, saw birds in flight, and my nostrils were filled with scents of grass, of loam, of my arousal, of Tommy’s spicy warm scent. I was ready to climax, my breathing getting shallow and faster, but then he stopped. Just stopped. He pulled out and his fingers left me and he looked down at me with a wicked look in his eyes, “Do you want to come?”
I must’ve stared blankly at him in my shock.
“Do you?” he repeated.
I nodded a little. It felt like my heart rate was moving to a dangerously high tempo. How fast was it going? Double, triple? He arched a brow and leaned back, breaking contact completely.
“Tommy,” I croaked out, my voice hoarse. Tears stung my eyes. I wanted release. I didn’t want to be teased right now. It was like he knew how badly I needed it and was reveling in this moment where I was ready to beg for it. He grabbed my rear end and then slammed into me once and then pulled out. A tear slid down my cheek. He kissed it away.
“What do you say?” he asked.
I tried to look past him, up at the clouds.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I met his eyes and saw a flash of tenderness but then the hardness returned, “I’ll ask you again. Do you want to come?”
I wanted to burst into tears and say No. Because suddenly I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, somewhere alone. But I didn’t say No. I searched my brain for the right answer.
He moved his mouth closer, our noses nearly touching, “Tia,” he whispered and as much as I knew he could see the need in my eyes I could hear that same need in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Say please.”
He waited.
“Please, Tommy,” I finally whispered and then he let out a breath and his lips touched mine tenderly, sweetly. He dipped his tongue in, his lips touched mine again, and he let go of my hair and gently caressed my cheek. Then he grabbed my chin roughly and I could see his jaw go tense and his eyes narrowed,
“What do you want?”
I was frozen.
“What?” he urged.
“You,” I whispered.
“You want me?” he asked, intensity emanating from his eyes.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I want you,” I said. And I meant it.
He seemed to absorb my words and savor them for a moment, then added, “Want me to do what?”
I sobbed and got my hands over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him. I was suddenly overwhelmed with something, I didn’t know what.
“Athena,” he said.
“Just whatever you want to give me or take from me.”
He gently took my hands away from my eyes and then kissed my eyelids. Then he lifted me up into his arms, grabbing my skirt and torn undies from the ground and carried me back to the barn. I buried my face into his shoulder.
He carried me up the staircase and gently put me on the brass four poster bed with a pale blue comforter on it. I curled into the fetal position and buried my face into a pillow. He got undressed and climbed beside me and then gently pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. He entered slowly and sweetly and brushed my hair out of my face, looked down at me with tenderness and kissed me softly. I waited for it to change to rough but it didn’t.
“You okay?” he asked, already deep inside of me, and the concern on his face, it gutted me. This wasn’t dominating Tommy, not the Tommy I needed right now.
“No,” I whimpered into his mouth, “Not sweet.”
“No,” he said, speaking into my hair, “Not this time, baby girl.” and then he kissed me on the forehead.
He lifted my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He kissed an ankle and then pushed deep into me again. He rubbed a hand up and down my leg, scraping his teeth along his bottom lip, and set about a rhythm. Slow but deep, penetrating, almost but not quite punishing. This wasn’t exactly sweet but it wasn’t rough either. What was he trying to do to me? He asked me if I wanted rough or sweet but then he chose sweet when I’d asked for rough. Maybe he was just reminding me that he was in charge.
He pulled my ankles down so my legs could wrap around his waist and
then started to rain soft kisses from my throat to my earlobe, over to my chin, then his lips landed on my lips and his tongue pried my lips open. After darting in, tangling with my tongue he leaned back an inch, “You’re mine.” He said.
I let out a little sob.
“Do you understand me?” he took my throat into a soft but possessive grip. His eyes were suddenly fierce. I gasped. His eyes searched mine as he plunged into me over and over, not breaking eye contact and I gulped and gave a fractional nod. When he came inside of me, let out a huge breath, and then collapsed on top of me.
I could feel his heart hammering against me. I let out a rush of air as if I’d been holding my breath. He rolled off me and then his hands were between my legs and he started working his fingers, working to get me off. In a matter of 30 seconds, he accomplished his goal. I arched my back and let out a loud “Ahhhh!”
Then I curled into him. I was emotionally and physically totally and utterly spent. He was stroking my hair, rubbing my back, raining soft kisses on me until I fell asleep.
** ** **
I woke up hearing music playing. I sat up. Tommy was sitting at the back of the loft, denim-clad legs dangling out the opened doors, a guitar in his arms. The sun was setting over the pond and the sky was a brilliant orange. The view was dazzling. Seeing his strong naked back and hearing the strumming made for an even more beautiful view.
I got up and threw my t-shirt over my head and off and on top of my skirt that laid on the floor beside my flip flops, which he must have gone and fetched for me, then I put his discarded dove grey dress shirt on, did up the buttons, then padded to where he was. I sat on the floor behind him, putting my legs on either side of his hips so that my calves were over the edge, and I rested my cheek on his bare back. He continued to play and I recognized the tune. Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones. He played beautifully, soulfully. The sky, the sounds, the smell of the warm air, the smell of him, feeling his warm smooth skin under my cheek, I was inexplicably glad that I was here with him. I actually felt free for a moment. When he finished playing it, I recognized the next song as Iris, from the Goo Goo Dolls. It was one of my favorites.