Painful Deliverance

by Ann M Pratley

  "Then if you find the right place, I will move so you can visit me more," Alexis said, the first tiny niggle beginning in the back of her mind.

  ~~~~~

  Three months later she found herself being led through a door, while a hand was held over her eyes.

  "Open them," she heard Lincoln say, and as she did she found herself in a small but highly storage-efficient space. Automatically, Alexis walked to the large windows.

  "Wow, we are high!"

  "Walk around, Lexi. Tell me if this might suit your needs," he said and she looked at him. He acted as if it were someone giving him a gift, not the other way around.

  She took her time to walk through the small apartment and found herself excited at the thought of living there. When she came back into the living area, he saw the large smile she had on her face.

  "I love it. Lincoln it is perfect, and so close to my work, too," she said, loving how pleased he seemed to look, also. "But are you sure? It seems an awful lot…"

  He laughed loudly, always amazed at what she considered a lot, when she lived on so little.

  "If you like it, and you think it will work, it is yours. All I ask is that I can see more of you."

  "My desired hours of seeing you will be the same, Lincoln…" he heard her say, and he nodded in response.

  "I know. The times won't change - I just want to be able to see you more than once a week. Still Thursdays though, as I finish work early that day so I can see you right at 6pm, which is good for me."

  They agreed and he was relieved. He didn't tell her he had already rented the apartment for her, knowing in his heart that she would accept it. And the fact that she had accepted it, fuelled him greatly.

  "Stay here for a while with me now," he said and she came to him and stood before him, waiting. "Take your panties off," he continued and she followed his instruction, pulling them off and then standing up again. "Lift up your skirt … right up to your waist."

  When she had, she heard him groan heavily.

  "Kneel on the edge of the sofa, facing that way, and lean on the back of it."

  Alexis did so, feeling aroused from the fresh air surrounding her. She had a moment of panic as she didn't have a condom on her, and that was a rule she had laid down at the very start.

  She heard him undo his belt and zip, and let his pants fall to the ground.

  "Lincoln, not without a condom," she whispered and he reassured her.

  "I'm not going to enter you, Lexi. Don't worry," he said, enjoying the view of her before him. He moved forward and rubbed just the tip of his cock against her, feeling her moistness.

  "Hmm, you are so wet. It feels warm on my cock. I'm going to coat myself in your juices, Lexi, and then you are going to suck them off."

  She felt him rubbing against her, and said nothing, waiting to see what he wanted next.

  "Stay still," he said and she braced herself, but was surprised when she sensed him sitting down on the floor, his back to the sofa front, and reaching up with his hands. "Crouch a bit lower so I can taste you," he said and she lowered her pelvis until she felt him touch her and start licking. Instantly she was on fire. The combination of how it felt, and how it was knowing that he enjoyed it as much as he did, drove her wild sometimes. Even she felt like she couldn't get enough of it, and it took very little time for her to climax on his tongue, making him groan more.

  Quickly, before she recovered, he stood and rubbed himself on her again, coating himself in her.

  "Kneel on the ground," he said, full authority in his voice now that he was used to it, and liking it very much.

  She immediately knelt on the floor and he positioned himself.

  "Suck it, Lexi … suck harder!"

  Lincoln let his feelings go. Her mouth was exquisite - he loved it even more than being inside a woman. And it never took him long like that either.

  Alexis heard him make the sounds he always did when he was about to ejaculate, and she braced herself ready to take it.

  "Ohh, fuck! Yes!" he yelled out loudly as he let go, his knees instantly giving way. He went down to the floor, kneeling before her, and when he opened his eyes he kissed her deeply.

  "Lie back with your legs wide. I have to taste you again," he said and proceeded to bring her to orgasm again. Oh how it felt to be between her legs like that - he could drink her over and over.

  Finally he seemed to have enough and he found her panties and gently helped her back into them, before making himself presentable also, and helping her to stand. Always afterward he was gentle, and peaceful.

  He kissed her gently, standing still with his arms around her.

  "I love our time together, Lexi, and I am glad you agree to moving here. I just need to see you more often," he said and she nodded and kissed him back.

  ~~~~~

  Two months later Alexis was settled in her apartment, and found she enjoyed it, with it being so new and modern. In addition to their ongoing Thursday meets, Lincoln was now visiting Monday after work as well. To him, he felt like they should always be together, but his life would not allow it, and he loved his life too much to even consider risking anything so bold as going to visit Lexi more often.

  "Get down on your knees, Lexi," he firmly told her one night, and watched her immediately do so. "Close your eyes and be still," he went on and took some time to just look at her.

  Alexis followed his command, as she always did. She liked that he had taken from her cues right at the start, that she preferred he simply tell her what he wanted, rather than leaving it to her to try and guess.

  Lincoln was now feeling confident in giving her commands. He still loved his wife, and had no intention of leaving her. But although the two of them still had sex several times a week, it brought out in him no level of emotion. Diana was like a doll, lying still for him and not wanting anything else.

  But this - this with Lexi - was invigorating. He had found his voice and was loving being able to use it. Whatever he ordered her to do, she would do. It had felt strange at first to give instructions to her, but in those first few months she kept asking him for them, so he obliged, and now it was becoming natural. But he held respect for her - as he did for all women. She had told him she did not want pain, when he had asked her about it months earlier, and he had promised her that he would not hurt her physically. And so far he had not felt any reason to do so.

  He looked at her, kneeling and still, with an intense look of serenity on her face. She was so young and looked so virginal, and yet the way he felt when he was with her was intense. She didn't even seem to put effort into driving him wild, over and over. And the way she looked - those eyes, those lips…

  "Tell me what you want me to do," she said, testing him to see if he really did want her to be silent, and she heard him inhale deeply.

  Lincoln felt like he could not hear those words enough.

  So far he had indulged in anything he couldn't do with Diana - orally pleasuring Lexi, having Lexi pleasure him orally … having Lexi on top of him as they joined. But tonight, looking at her, for the first time he felt the desire to be on top of her. He didn't yet know how it felt to have her underneath him because he was always so excited to do anything other than that. But tonight he wanted - needed - to feel something different.

  "Undress and go lie on your bed, face up," he said and watched her as she opened her eyes and stood up, not looking at him. She then walked down to her room and he saw her disappear inside. For a moment he sat where he was. He hadn't had release yet as he had only arrived minutes before, and he took a moment to sit back on the sofa and just get his excitement under control, before standing and following her.

  When he entered the bedroom he was greeted with the beautiful sight before him, and walked around the bed, looking at her from all angles.

  "Spread your legs wide," he said as he stood right at the end of the bed and started to undress. He looked at her from that angle, knowing he would remember this view for a long time yet.


  Alexis waited, looking at him and seeing the hunger on his face. Always he had such a depth of need about him. Mostly it aroused her, but occasionally now she found that she was also nervous about it. But in this particular moment, as always, he moved to pleasure her first. Always he started with that and then ended with it. It was like it was an essential part of their time together, for him. Like him being satisfied and her not being, just would not be acceptable.

  Lincoln moved onto the bed and immediately sunk his face between her legs to taste her and feel her move as she always did, until she was close. He then pulled away from her and looked at her face.

  "Say my name when you come, Lexi," he said and waited until she nodded, before he resumed his actions.

  Keeping the instruction in her head as he was pleasuring her resulted in the pleasure being extended, as she was determined to not forget what he had said, but eventually she reached climax and he heard his name called out in satisfaction.

  Alexis sensed he was different tonight. He was always so particular about things - like things always had to go a certain way, and it never seemed like they were enjoying each other just as it felt right to do so in the moment, but rather like he planned their whole time together well in advance - quite without her.

  Lincoln reached to the side table and put a condom on. He liked the feeling of her putting them on, but tonight he found himself eager to move into her, and he wanted her to lie still, looking exactly as she did now.

  She watched him and saw him move between her legs, surprising her slightly as he had avoided this position the whole time they had been seeing each other.

  He lay on top of her and kissed her softly - always so gently at the start and at the end - and then slowly slipped into her. She heard him groan at the initial contact, and he remained still, wanting to savour the moment. It wasn't the first time they had joined - but it was the first time he had taken full control of it, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

  He slowly moved inside her, stopping when he needed to, to prevent himself from climaxing. He could sense her own arousal building from the stop and start movements he was making, and it drove him on to thrust harder into her, and then stop when he needed to.

  Alexis felt a familiar feeling growing and was surprised to realise that she was going to orgasm from the movements he was making. The two of them found such a rhythm together that she put her hands on his back to pull him closer, in the process unknowingly creating scratches and indentations on his skin. Lincoln felt the nails and recognised it as a pleasurable pain, so kept moving in her the same way - so she would keep scratching him.

  Finally he felt her orgasm all around him. Even for him it was new - his wife never climaxed at all when he was with her - and it drove him to then start thrusting as hard as he could into her, increasing his level of force with each louder groan that came from her.

  He finally reached that place - that sweet place that he loved - and Alexis felt him slump on her. He was overwhelmed with his emotion then - even though it was the same position that he regularly indulged in with Diana so often, it had felt just so different with Lexi. He opened his eyes and kissed her gently, not in any hurry to move.

  "Are you alright?" he asked, wondering if he might have been too rough with her, but she only smiled at him.

  "More than alright," she said quietly, before giggling, and he couldn't help but kiss her again, quite content to lie exactly where he was, nestled inside of her.

  ~~~~~

  When he had pleasured her again … and again … finally he left her apartment and went to his office. There he started up the shower and took a moment to look in the mirror. Despite his age he was an attractive man - so people had always said, anyway - and he knew that his high level of physical fitness contributed to him being in good shape for his 42 years. But he was old, compared to her, and he didn't know exactly why she wanted to keep seeing him. For just a moment he had a panicked thought that she wouldn't always want him - as soon as some young man showed her attention, and could love her openly, she would tell Lincoln she didn't want to see him anymore.

  He was usually a confident person, that confidence driven by success that flowed from his business decisions, but that prospect - the idea of her not being there for him anymore - made him nervous, with just a hint of desperation edging into the depths of his soul.

  Starting to turn to get into the shower, he caught sight of his back and saw the marks on it. He tried to reach back to touch them but couldn't. He was instantly remembering her hands on his back, though, and the way it had felt when she had driven her nails into him. It hadn't felt bad - it had actually felt good to him. But he would have to stay in his office and work much later tonight in the hope that he would then be able to slip into bed beside his wife without her seeing his skin.

  When he got under the water he really felt the marks … and was surprised to find that he gained great satisfaction from the feeling of the sting that came from the hot water hitting them. He stood like that for a long time, his back to the hot shower flow, and admitted to himself that not only did he like the pain that was even now flowing on from her having scratched him like that, but that he would want her to do that again … and again.

  ~~~~~

  The next day - Tuesday - when he was in his office, he found resolve in forcing himself to push Lexi from his mind. His business was important, and not even she would get in the way of that - not that she ever tried, he had to admit to himself. There was not one way in which she purposely tried to invade his life outside the walls of her apartment. And yet, he was consumed and he knew it. Even that morning, when he had been greeted by one of the managers that he got on well with at a personal level, he had felt himself slapped lightly on his shoulder blade, as was normal with them. But instantly he felt the sharpness of the slap as it hit several of the marks on him - and he was immediately reminded of the marks once more. Fortunately he had been able to immediately sit down at his desk before anyone could see his immediate, strong - and very noticeable - arousal.

  The morning had passed and the day worn on, but the thought was there - the feeling of those marks on his back, and how good they felt when they were touched or when he took a shower.

  Yes, he knew she hadn't intended to hurt or mark him. And he knew that if she saw the marks she would be regretful and sorry. But despite that - despite how much she might not want to do it on purpose … he would have to tell her to do that again.

  ~~~~~

  Alexis reclined back against the arm of the sofa, beside him, wondering at his mood this night. They had not gone to her room yet but he had already tasted her, bringing her to orgasm as he always did as first course. Now he was undressing, here in the lounge, with such a determined look on his face that she felt like she didn't know what was coming - or what he was thinking.

  Finally he was naked and kneeling over her - almost straddling her - and pushing himself up to her face.

  "Take it in your mouth, Lexi," he said forcefully, and she complied, as always. "Put your hands on my buttocks," he continued, and she did so.

  Lincoln felt extremely aroused and knew he wouldn't last tonight because she had been on his mind all day, but he had to have that feeling again - somewhere different this time.

  "Use your nails on me, Lexi … yes, scratch my skin … harder!"

  Alexis heard the instructions and followed them even though it was against her nature to hurt anyone, but tonight he seemed to need her to do it for him, so she did. As he asked for more, she dug her nails into his skin as deeply as she felt she could, and kept scratching them across the skin surface. It was not long before he convulsed in her mouth.

  She sat, licking him clean like he liked her too, and looked up at him. In this position she truly felt his power as a man before her. Sometimes he emanated a level of strength that surprised her - frightened her - like he was someone who maintained calm and composure when he could, but if he ever lost that, he would not be someone
anyone wanted to be near.

  Finally he looked down at her, watching her face as she looked up at him. He came out of himself again, pulling himself back and kneeling down to her level so he could kiss her deeply. He didn't say anything - he rarely felt the need to say anything when he was with her now, as if in his head they were just so perfectly attuned to each other that they didn't need words.

  Alexis felt him kiss her and ventured to put her arms around him and pull him to her, and felt him relax against her. Having had him visit her once or twice a week for so long now, she found she had settled into his curious ways. She didn't yearn for anything different, she found. When he wasn't with her she found she could get on with her life without giving him any thought. Her work was as enjoyable as she wished it to be - seeing faces pass her by day after day, knowing none of them would ever notice her, let alone remember her, was not an unpleasant thought to her - in fact, she liked it.

  Lincoln lay in her arms and felt himself relax. She didn't often initiate anything, but feeling her arms wrap around him was welcome, he found. She wanted - needed - so little from him, it felt like right here - in her arms - was the only place he could be truly himself. No people demanding anything from him. No-one needing him to smile and be the perfect gentleman. No-one needing anything from him.

  He felt one of her hands move up and start idly running through his head, caressing his scalp. He missed intimacy so much - the feeling of just being held and touched lovingly - but when he was with her, it always seemed like his priorities changed and it was the sexual release that took over as being most important. But afterwards, being able to be soft with her - this he did like.

  Alexis felt him pull back only long enough to look into her eyes. She kept her hand in his hair, not sure if it was welcome, and not seeing anything but a blank look on his face, she started to remove her hand.

  "Don't stop. It feels nice," he said and leaned in to kiss her gently as he simultaneously felt her hand return, and he let himself enjoy it while he could - before he had to leave.