Perfectly Normal

by Jaden Wilkes

  “Dimi?” she said as she approached him. “I’m sorry.”

  He turned towards her; his eyes were full of rage. She had seen this side of him when he first caught her in his space. He looked half mad and ready to smash her into a pulp.

  “Dimi?” she whispered, “please forgive me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was angry and still scared. I thought I’d never see you again.” Her hands were trembling; from nerves or fear, it didn’t matter. She felt lightheaded and dreaded his reaction.

  He took off the gloves and let them drop to the floor. His jaw clenched, as did his fists. He seemed unable to speak so she waited. After what felt like eternity with her fate hanging in the balance, he finally said, “Don’t be sorry, you are right. That is why I am so angry. It seems we are not so different at all, little dove. Neither one of us likes being shown when we are wrong.”

  She walked slowly towards him and he held out his arms. She laid her head on his chest and started to cry. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed against him, her relief tangible as she found her place in his embrace. “I wish I could be like you, at least I wouldn’t be like a newborn kitten every time I’m on my own. I felt so helpless.”

  “You don’t want to be like me,” he said and soothed her. “I am helpless. I never leave our home. I am afraid of what people will think of me, my face.”

  She reached up and stroked his scarred skin with her fingers. “You know I love you and you’re a very handsome man,” she told him, “but if you don’t want to call attention to yourself, let’s meet with the doctors. They already told you they are able to help.”

  “I don’t want to get rid of that which binds me to you,” he said, furrowing his brow.

  “Then just do your face, leave the rest for me to see. You know my scars are too deep and thick to be helped, so I’ll carry them with me always. Leave your body as mine and mine alone. But let the world see your gorgeous face.”

  He pulled her against him with a fierce passion. She could hear his heart beating against her face, the steady rhythm promising an eternity of love and commitment, bound together in their mutual disfigurements. She knew then that she would have to work twice as hard to learn the survival skills being offered her. A fate worse than an angry Dimitri would be a world without him in it. If she were the weak link, she was putting him at risk with her inadequacy. She would learn to defend herself to protect them both.

  “What’s that look?” he said and leaned back, staring at her face with concern. “Don’t cry and don’t look so worried. I might get angry, I might even need some time to collect my thoughts before I can be around you…but I will never leave you and I will never hurt you again.”

  She rubbed her neck, an involuntary movement she’d picked up since living with him. It had been weeks and still he wouldn’t sleep the entire night with her. His face fell when he saw her do this, he assumed she was thinking of the last time they tried, three weeks ago. She had woken to him above her, his face a mask of rage and unrecognizable. “When I rub my neck, it’s not because you hurt me, you know,” she reassured him, “I rub my neck as a reminder that I do belong to you. I love your hands on my throat when you fuck me. Don’t mistake my movement as accusation, when in fact it is an indication of how much I love you.”

  “You do know me well,” he said and smiled. It was gone quickly as he added, “I do hate how much I hurt you though. I wish there was some way to control it, to harness my anger.”

  “How about something to protect me?” she asked as an idea popped into her head.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I truly believe the only way we will ever overcome this issue is by sleeping together,” she said, “but how are we able to without you harming me?”

  He shrugged and said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this.”

  “What if we use something to protect my neck? Like a metal collar? Something your hands can’t bend so you are unable to hurt my flesh. This way we will grow accustomed to sleeping beside one another and it will aid this overall transition. It will allow both of us to take our bond to the next level.”

  His face lit up as the idea took root. “Why did I never think of this?” he said, “I’m such an idiot, the solution is so simple!”

  “It is, right? Just keep my neck safe long enough for me to wake you up, and we’re good to go,” she replied.

  “I do want to sleep next to you,” he said in a low voice, “I want to wake next to you and slide my cock into you while we’re both half asleep.”

  “I want that too,” she sighed and slid her hand down to his shaft. She gave it a squeeze and felt it respond immediately. This kind of power still fascinated her. She controlled the centre of his world with the touch of her hand.

  He drew her back in and took a handful of hair in his fist. He thrust himself against her hip and replied, “Fuck, yes, I can see that you hunger for me as much as I hunger for you.”

  Columbia moved her hands under his shirt and traveled upwards, feeling the bumps of his abs and landed on his pecs. She pinched his nipple hard and he drew his breath in. She looked up at him, grinned and said, “Is it that obvious?”

  He didn’t reply; he bent down to kiss her. She had been kissing him for a few weeks at this point, but this one took her breath away. She was swept away by the depth of his passion for her. His pure animal need dominated his actions, but his love for her gave them a fire she didn’t know was possible.

  Instinctively she reached up and put her hands around his neck. He moved her slowly towards the back wall of the gym, behind the punching bag. She stumbled and he leaned down, cupped his hands under her ass as he kissed her harder and lifted her up.

  She kissed him back, her tongue swirling endlessly against his, gaining momentum and ramping up her need for him, her want for him. She had to have him or she felt she might descend into madness. A frenzy of lust and love that needed to be released on her object of desire.

  “Can we get this off?” she broke their kiss and asked as she tugged at his shirt.

  “Yes,” he murmured against her neck and set her down. He pulled it over his head, her hands dragging it off as much as his. He threw it to the floor behind her and said, “Your turn.” He reached for her blouse and tore it apart down the front; the buttons popped off and clattered to the floor.

  “That was so much money, Dimi,” she gasped.

  “I don’t fucking care, it was in my way,” he said and slid it off her body. “This is better,” he continued and cupped her breasts in his hands. She wasn’t wearing a bra today, which seemed a little anticipatory if she looked back on it. She knew he’d be getting her naked at some point during their time together.

  “It’s ok,” she said but felt a twinge of guilt at being so indulgent. She thought about all the people struggling to put food on their tables and here she was, tossing a two thousand dollar blouse like it was tissue paper. She would have to remember to ask Dimitri about setting up a charity or two. It only felt right.

  “Stand there,” he told her and stood back, admiring her. She almost lifted her arms to cover her breasts, suddenly self-conscious of her scarred body.

  “Take off your pants,” he commanded and she didn’t even consider disobeying. Sometimes she would, just to get a good whipping every once in a while, but at the moment she wanted to fuck more than she wanted to build up to it.

  “Like this?” she asked and wiggled her hips, losing her awkward insecurity. She unbuttoned them slowly and slid them over her hips, bent down and dragged them off her legs. She reached for Dimitri’s waistband and said, “Your turn.”

  “Happy to obey, my lady,” he replied with a crooked grin. She couldn’t help but stare as he slid them down, his cock popping out, happy to see her. Fully naked now, it didn’t take long before he had her backed up against the wall, kissing her furiously, full of hunger. He pulled her up into his arms again, but this time he held her still as he dragged the head of his cock back and forth through her h
ot slit. He teased her clit and kissed her until she was half mad again.

  “Just fuck me,” she moaned as he hit her sensitive nerves, “take me here like a fucking animal Dimi, fuck me hard.”

  “You want my cock?” he asked in her ear as he teased her clit some more, “Tell me, beg me for it.”

  She had no fight this time, her stubborn streak was gone as each nerve ending lit up with the same throbbing need to envelop him with her cunt. “Please,” she whispered and arched herself against him. His strong hands gripped her harder to accommodate her movement.

  “Please what?” he asked, his voice harsh in her ear and his breath hot on her neck.

  “Please, fuck me,” she sighed and tried to spread herself wide enough that she drew him in. “Please fuck me until the only thing I can say is your name.”

  “What do you want?” he replied, drawing it out until she felt she was about to tip into the depths of insanity.

  “Fuck,” she protested, “Do I have to say it?”

  He slid his cock head away from her entrance and prodded her clit. “Yes, you have to tell me what you want from me before I’ll give it to you. Begging isn’t enough, little dove, I want you to sob for my cock.”

  “I am,” she panted and tried to draw him back towards her entrance, “Please Dimi…please shove your cock inside of me, split me with it, impale me on it. Fuck my cunt with your cock, please, please plea-“

  He cut her off with a sharp up thrust and plunged into her depths. She cried out and he grunted, their voices sounding perfectly harmonious as he fucked her against the wall.

  She had pledged to herself to stop biting Dimi every time they fucked. He had been covered in painful welts that finally had begun to heal. She couldn’t help herself this time. The fear of the afternoon combined with her rage and subsequent apology to Dimitri built up a familiar pressure in her. Last year this would have been the telltale trigger that caused her to drag a razor across her flesh and watch the blood well up.

  This time there was no razor blade, there was only Dimi’s cock pounding into her, his body thrusting against her and knocking her against the wall. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. This is how I want to live for the rest of my life; fucking you until the world ends and the mountains disintegrate into the oceans. I love you, little dove, my love.”

  She couldn’t hold back, his words, her stress, the pressure and the sounds of their bodies joining together in a sensual union sent her mind tumbling into the abyss. She found his shoulder with her teeth to claim purchase on him, her mountain of muscle and bone.

  She bit hard, he hissed a single word, “Yes,” and she felt his hand travel up her body to her throat. He had been so gentle with her lately; she’d fully healed but found herself always yearning for his choking grip. She moaned against his skin and rolled it in her teeth. He cupped her ass with his one hand, pushed her hard against the wall and leaned into her. He wrapped his huge hand around her throat and fucked her harder.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, staring down at her on his shoulder. “Open your eyes, look at me and come on my cock.”

  She knew he was about to finish so she allowed herself to relax, fall into her orgasm and bear down as she came. He grunted at her bite, but she felt him spasm his release deep inside of her. They were frozen for a moment, two imperfect creatures tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs, thrusting and reaching for their own perfection.

  Columbia released her teeth and felt his hand loosen. She looked up at him; his face was serenely savage, a mix of determined desire and absolute love. “I love you,” she said and exhaled her own pulsing response. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she leaned against his chest to finish. “I love this, how did I ever survive without this? Without us?” she asked and closed her eyes.

  He gave one sharp final thrust upwards and wrapped his arms around her. She was no longer propped against the wall, but completely enveloped in his strong hold. He breathed against her neck and in a low voice replied, “We weren’t living, we were just surviving. Limping along with half our heart.”

  She opened her eyes and said, “I believe that to be so,” and sighed her final release. She was spent; she closed her eyes, leaned her head against his chest and felt his strong heart pounding fiercely against the cage of his bone and flesh. It fluttered for release, to join hers and sweep up on the winds like two hawks, diving and loving in the wildest of places. She had a sudden image of the two of them living like savages, naked and wild in the Savannahs of earliest humankind. She knew in that moment she would be content to live any way she could, as long as it was with Dimi.

  “I love you, little dove,” he whispered in her ear. The breath caught in his throat and she understood how much she meant to him. She’d always known, but at that exact moment, she knew he would give his life for her. The thought terrified her, living without him in the world seemed impossible. She knew that she would have to try even harder to learn the complex fighting moves the concierge was teaching her. She knew that she would have to take this seriously as life or death, for if Dimitri lost his life protecting hers, she might as well end up dead.

  “I love you too,” she said and opened her eyes again. She looked up at his strong jaw and calm face and felt her heart flutter in response. He was hers, she was his, and that’s all that meant anything to her anymore.

  “Now let’s go for a swim. I want to fuck you in the water again,” he said and set her down. He ran his hands up and down her arms, over the lines and scars. She knew this was a comfort to him now, a habit he did when he wanted to connect to her.

  “I’m famished, can we at least grab a bite to eat at some point in your planned orgy?” she giggled and reached for her clothes.

  He grabbed her hips as she bent over, pulled her against his cock as it hardened again. “I’ll fuck you in the pool, on the table, in our bed, it doesn’t matter to me,” he said and held her tight, “as long as I get to fuck.”

  She wiggled away, turned and held up her clothes. “Mercy,” she said and laughed, “you really are going to fuck me dead one of these days.”

  He smiled, and then grew serious. “I don’t like you speaking of death,” he said, “it doesn’t bode well to speak of things that will never happen.”

  She frowned and replied, “That’s silly though, we’re all going to die some time,” and slowly pulled her clothes back on holding her torn blouse together with her hand. “It doesn’t matter if we speak of it or not, it’s a fact.”

  “I don’t care about the fucking inevitability of death,” he said and drew his own clothes. “All I know is that there won’t be any room for me in a world that doesn’t have you in it.”

  She felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of her great beast of a man mourning for her, his heart breaking. “Don’t say that,” she whispered, “I can’t stand the thought of you giving up just because I’m gone.”

  “See?” he replied and grabbed her hand. He gave her a smug little smile and continued, “This is why it does not bode well to speak of death. Look at how sad you are now, not ready to fuck me at all.” He cupped the obvious bulge in his pants and said, “And I am, so what are we going to do about it?”

  She laughed and cried out in mock protest, “You set me up! I wanted to eat and now you’ve gotten me off track and wanting sex. I need fuel for my fire though, Dimi, I swear if I don’t at least have a cracker we won’t be getting very far tonight.”

  He laughed with her and put his arms out in a gesture of defeat. “You figured me out, my brilliant woman. I wanted to get you sad so I could pounce on you and take advantage of your weakness. But you win; you have a point. Let’s get some food in you so I can get my cock in you.”

  “Ok, I can agree with that,” she replied and reached down to grab his length. She lead him through the gym and down the hall to the dining room, all the while dodging his nibbles and kisses on the back of her neck.

  She didn’t know ho
w she had ended up in this place, in such a happy and wondrous relationship with such a fierce and loyal man, but she thanked whatever god or goddess of old who had brought them together.

  They ended up not lasting long before Dimitri was pinning her down to the thick wooden table, the food swept off and scattered on the floor, and he declaring his love for her.

  It turned out she hadn’t been that hungry after all.

  Chapter Three

  “It will be fine,” Columbia told Dimitri as she adjusted his tie one more time. “Nobody will even notice your face while they’re busy looking at your smoking hot bod poured into this fine suit.”

  “I don’t like this,” he said and looked sideways, like a nervous animal. They were going shopping and for dinner at Causeway Bay. Columbia almost vibrated with excitement; this was the first time they’d left the apartment since they’d first moved in.

  When Columbia had shown up at his apartment, covered in blood and panicking, he had instantly switched into protector mode. They’d left for Hong Kong within two days, using the forged identification he had ordered for her previously. She had wanted to dye her hair or chop it off, but he wouldn’t let her. Apparently the extremely wealthy were afforded different luxuries in respect to privacy than the rest of the planet. The customs official had barely glanced at her passport as they’d boarded their private jet.

  On board had been the hardest. Columbia had finally broken down at the cold reality that she was a wanted murderer and she had killed her little sister’s biological father. She was terrified that she would never see Eden again, but Dimitri had reassured her they would still have her sister come visit.

  He’d been amazing that day, stroking her hair and holding her as she adjusted to the dramatic change in her life. She didn’t know how she would have ever managed to kill her stepfather or survive in the aftermath if it hadn’t been for her Dimi. She suspected that she would still be hobbling along in a fugue state, barely existing, if he hadn’t kicked down the walls surrounding her heart.