“Let's go upstairs, baby girl,” I fake growled at her. I had noticed that everyone had parked away from the house and that there were just a few lights showing inside. You couldn't tell by looking that anything was unusual.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and unlocked the door to the dark and silent foyer. I clicked on the light and suddenly mayhem ensued! Lights came on, confetti and streamers rained down, music started playing and approximately 20 people were screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” It sounded like 200. I was so proud of Flower. She gave a tiny scream and pressed against me, until she realized what was happening. Then she smiled this big gleaming smile and actually laughed. She had giggled off and on but I had only heard her outright laugh once or twice. It was a beautiful sound. I could tell she was beginning to feel safer.
Everyone at the party knew Krystal didn't talk much, if at all. The ATF guys brought their women over and introduced them. They commented on how great she looked and how proud they were of her. My brothers and sisters hugged her, obviously having been told by Maeve how much this tiny girl meant to me.
It was a wonderful party with dancing, cake and ice cream, great food, pin the tail on the donkey and a piñata to break.
When it came to opening gifts, Flower was so excited her hands shook and she made me help her open them. She loved the clothes Maeve had gotten her and when she opened all the art supplies I had bought, she actually cried.
My other brothers and sisters had gotten together and bought her a bicycle. “Awww, we figured she needed a way to get around. You're going to be at school or working and Maeve works all the time,” my brother Adam said, “this way she can get out and go somewhere if she needs to”. Adam and I were both totally surprised when she walked over to him and gave him a hug.
The ATF squad had gotten her an iPhone. They explained that they had paid the bill for the first six months and each of the four men had put their phone numbers, both personal and work, into contacts. “This way,” the Special Agent said, “if you need us, you have us just a touch away.”
Slowly after that, the party started winding down. I was sitting in the recliner with Flower folded into my lap, asleep. She still tired easily and it had been a long day. The Special Agent in Charge, Derick Black made his way over to me and pulled a chair up close.
“She seems to be doing okay,” he said to me.
“Yeah, but she's still not talking about what happened, and she isn't speaking to anyone but me, if you want to count the few words she does say to me as speaking.” I didn't have to say it, for him to know how concerned I was about my girl.
“Well, I think we may have more of a problem than that, Sam.” Special Agent Black spoke quietly. “Word is going around on the street that Krystal knows something very incriminating about Jag, something that could put him in prison for life or even put him on death row. Word says he's asking for a hit to be put on her.”
“Shit!” I yelled and with that Flower moved and I knew my conversation with Black was over. I didn't want my baby girl to be scared out of her mind with the thought of Jag coming after her. I looked at Special Agent Black and calmly said, “Just let me know if you hear anything else”. Black returned my look and nodded soberly.
We finally said goodbye to the last of our guests and Maeve, Flower, and I looked around Maeve’s downstairs apartment. It was a disaster, with dirty plates piled everywhere, half emptied casserole dishes, and steaming over heated crock pots. Flower shook her head and squared her shoulders and started limping towards a stack of dirty plates.
Maeve groaned, “No, you two need to go on upstairs and get some sleep. Sam you have academy tomorrow. Krystal you’re still recovering. You still have bandages and splints. I'm off tomorrow. I'll get the worst of it cleaned up tonight and then Krystal and I can finish up in the morning.”
I grabbed Flower’s hand in mine and started up the stairs to my apartment. I wasn't going to tell Maeve I was off tomorrow also. I'd make it up to her some other time. I was ready to be alone with my beautiful sexy Flower.
Watching my girl trudging up the stairs, trying to carry the most beloved of her gifts piled in her arms made me chuckle. It was obvious to everyone how much the party, the gifts and each person who had come meant to her. I came up to her on the stairs and swooped her and her pile of gifts into my arms and carried her the rest of the way into my apartment. I gave her a loving kiss and started helping her dump her presents on the couch.
Then I looked at her without a smile and demanded sternly, “Now precious girl, put the rest of that stuff down, take off your clothes and go lie down on my bed.” She looked at me with questions in her eyes, but all I did was give her a little finger wave towards my bedroom.
I knew she and I didn't have much more time before the authorities started invading our space. What Special Agent Black had told me made me aware of just how little time we actually had. Somehow, I needed to help her feel secure enough to tell me what had happened during those two days in the shed. I knew a lot of it just from the physical evidence, but Flower, if only for her own mental health, had to become strong enough to tell the authorities what she knew. I believed strongly that her refusal to talk, not just about what happened, but hardly at all was a product of those two days. I couldn't help but think that she would have more faith in her own strength if she testified as to what happened during those days.
I looked at my Flower and knew I needed to help her understand how much strength and power she had.
In the relationships I had in the past with women, I realized my need to be in control of everything that happened. I needed Flower to be willing to submit to my wishes. Then I could make sure she got everything she needed.
As the dominant person in a relationship, I was in charge of making sure the submissive partner had all her needs met. However my submissive was in control of just how far we went sexually and emotionally. I wanted Flower to understand the control she gained by submitting to me.
I stood looking at her for a few more minutes breathing deeply. Thinking about being in charge of my tiny girl was so exciting that the tip of my cock was shoving over the top of my pants. My muscles swelled and the light fuzz on my body felt electrically charged.
“Go now Flower, do what I say.” My excitement made my voice hoarse and low. She looked at me, but went into my bedroom and I could hear the rustle as she took off her clothes and got onto the bed. Then I followed her into the bedroom.
As I watched her squirm on the bed covered in just her underwear I knew this was what needed to happen. I slowly took off my clothes including my boxers. My cock bounced out from under my boxers, with drops of pre-cum on the tip. I grabbed it around the base, nearly unable to reach my fingers around its circumference, and rubbed my hand roughly from root to tip several times.
Flower had never seen me completely naked and I got a certain amount of satisfaction seeing her head turn to look at me and her eyes go round at the sight of my cock.
“Flower do you trust me?” I asked her. She nodded her head but I knew somehow that wasn't going to be enough. “No baby, I need you to say it.” I was going through the same ritual that I had started during our loving at the pond. So I stood there and waited for her to say it.
“I trust you,” she whispered. I realized tears were rolling down her cheeks. I so badly wanted to go to her and cuddle her into my arms and kiss away those tears. But I couldn't. She needed to know I would do what needed to be done to protect her and care for her. She needed to know in her very atoms that I would be there for her.
So I took another breath and said even more sternly, “I need you to say that louder Krystal Flower. Do. You. Trust. Me.?”
Krystal
He was watching me with hard eyes and almost yelled at me, asking me for the second time, “Do you trust me?” I felt hurt that he didn't realize how much I trusted him. He was my life. I owed him everything. As far as I was concerned he owned me now and forever. I knew he wanted me to talk, but he didn't re
alize how dangerous that was. I needed to protect my mom, and him and Maeve. If by not ever talking again, I accomplished that, I felt I would be doing the right thing. I guessed it didn't really matter if he understood I was trying to protect him. In my heart I had already promised him everything and I would give him whatever he asked, except his life in exchange for mine. I couldn't understand why he didn't see that.
I sat up and looked at him and almost yelled at him, “I trust you Samuel Blue. I trust you. Are you happy now?”
He came over and sat next to me on the bed. He pulled at my underwear and said, “‘Take off your clothes’ means all your clothes.” I scrambled up quickly and pulled them off. They were some of my new clothes and I loved them. I didn't want him to tear them off of me and ruin them.
Then I saw Blue’s eyes and saw he wasn't looking mean at me but he was looking at me like he wanted to swallow me whole. I remembered what he had done to me that afternoon. I thought how it felt for him to lick my folds and open me up with his tongue and hands and make me feel like I was falling off a cliff and floating to the bottom. I was dripping from my slit and liquid was running down my thighs. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted. I certainly trusted him for giving me pleasure. So I laid back down on the bed, face up, and waited for him to own me once again.
Samuel
Oh she had almost yelled back at me. I was so proud of her. I was so hot for her. I got on the bottom of the bed and stalked slowly over to her on my hands and knees. I leaned down and just kissed her lips as lightly as possible. Then I took her hands and pulled them up to the metal bars of the headboard and showed her how to grab hold of the bars. “I don't want you to let go, no matter what I do to you until I tell you to let go. Do you understand?” She was quivering all over and I reached down and touched between her legs and felt how wet she was. “Don't let go.” I warned. “Understand?”
She nodded, but I wanted more from her so I lowered my voice and told her, “Say it.”
She grimaced and frowned at me. She was so cute, but I needed her to obey me. Then she said, “I won't let go.” Right then I knew this would work. I could tell she was angry at me. I also knew she wanted me badly. If I could drag her kicking and screaming back into her self-confidence, I would be happy.
So with her arms up over her head I settled in next to her on the bed. “Flower do you think that was the right way to talk to me”? She looked at me without a clue of what to expect.
“Flower, answer me. Was that any way to talk to me?” She bowed her head and shook it no.
“I think you deserve some punishment Flower.” I told her quietly, “For how you talked to me.” So I am going to spank you, six good swats to make your ass red and to help you remember to talk politely to me.
If I didn't know how scary this was to her, I might have laughed at the horrified look on her face. I knew she was thinking back to all the abuse she endured in that shed and was comparing what I might do to that. So I said once again, “Do you trust me Flower?”
Flower took a deep breath and said in a quivering voice, “Yes.” Then tears started streaming down her face.
“Okay Baby, I want you to let go of the bed and crawl over here to my lap. I want you to lie across my lap with your ass up.”
She slowly let go of the bars and did what I asked her. I admired her smooth white ass cheeks and told her quietly. “I'm going to give you six swats and I want you to count out loud as I give them to you. If you forget or get confused I will start over again, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath and tensed up. I rubbed her ass with my fingers and slowly I felt her relax. Then my hand came down firmly on one ass cheek. I said loudly, “One”.
I was proud that she remembered and whispered into my knee, “One”. Then I rubbed her stinging ass and admired the pink hand print. The next slap was on the other ass cheek. Now she was even and had a beautiful handprint on both sides of her ass.
We did this four more times. Each time she remembered to count after me. I was so proud of her. She had overcome her fear and was now learning deep in her bones that I would never treat her like those thugs. She was a survivor! I needed to show her she was stronger than Jag and his cohorts.
I laid her back down on the bed without any consideration for her sore ass, but to calm my pretty girl I slid my hand from her neck down to her knees with careful attention to her ass cheeks. I kept petting her over and over again until I felt her begin to relax once again.
Then I turned her back over and put her hands back up to the headboard. She immediately grabbed the bars like I had shown her previously. I started licking and kissing her where her neck met her shoulder. I slowly kissed and licked down to her breast and sucked her pale pink areola into my mouth. It was such a perfect mouthful. My hand went to her other breast and I fondled it, rolling and pinching her nipple at the same time I was tonguing and biting her other breast. My darling Flower was flushed a pretty pink from her hairline down to her feet.
I could tell she was having a hard time keeping hold of the headboard. She was holding onto the bars so tightly her knuckles were white. I grinned because I didn't want obeying me tonight to be easy. I knew she enjoyed my touches, that was obvious. I wanted to show her that when I loved her completely, how good I could make her feel.
I continued to roll one nipple and suck the other. Then I asked her, “Can you relax and let Blue make you feel good, sweet girl?"
She looked at me and with no anger at all and said very quietly, “Yes Sir.”
I loved that “Sir” she added. I had never suggested she call me sir, but oh fuck, it was a turn on. My cock was so hard I thought I could probably pound nails with it. Drops of pre-cum were glistening at the head.
I continued kissing, licking and biting her from her neck down past her breasts with special attention to her belly button. She smelled so good, I started grunting and growling as I got closer and closer to the sweet smelling apex between her thighs. Then, without warning her, I got up and started running the bath.
I pulled out my scissors, the double bladed razor and the shaving lotion I had bought last night and put it next to the tub. I went and tapped her hands for her to let go of the bed and I swooped her up and sat us both down in the bathtub. I knew I was confusing her, having her do one thing and then telling her to do something else, but I wanted her to be able to obey me without wondering why or asking questions. That was for our enjoyment and to increase her level of feeling and being secure.
“Honey, I'm going to shave your pussy. You are such a beautiful little girl, I don't want any hair to be between my pussy and me. I love you so much. “Who does your pussy belong to?”
She answered with a barely heard squeaky sound, “You, Blue”.
“I want to be able to see all of you all the time. Once you heal a little more we’ll take you to get waxed, but for right now I’ll just shave you.” I took her into the bathroom and sat her on the wide edge of the tub.
She looked at me questioningly but didn't say anything. So I put a warm wet washcloth over her pussy to soak and started to enjoy myself nibbling her ears and sucking on her fingers. I put her fingers around my cock with mine over top of hers and started sliding her fingers up and down my thick length. She watched carefully and leaned back and kissed my neck. After a while I carefully shaved the hair off her pussy and between her folds. She was beautiful, her pussy gleaming pink and smooth. I couldn't wait to be able to put my mouth and my cock there. I rinsed her carefully and stood up with her in my arms. I wrapped her in a soft fluffy towel I knew she liked and carried her back into the bed one more time. Once again I climbed the bed in search of her pleasure and hopefully my own.
I put her hands back on the bars and immediately dived into the deep inner folds of her labia. I took my nose and rubbed it against her clit and then took her whole clit and yanked it hard into my mouth and sucked it like a piece of hard candy.
Flower was spread out in front of me making breathless sque
aking noises and clutching the bars as hard as she could. She kept trying to push her pussy up into my face and I sharply told her to be still. She was mine and she would do exactly what I told her to do. I backed away from her slick wet pussy. She was wet from her own salty sweet liquid and from my licking and kissing her. She moaned and arched her back so her hips pushed her closer to my face.
I chuckled at her and darted back to her and started licking and nipping down her inner thigh. Once I bit hard enough that I knew it might leave a mark. She jerked and opened her eyes but then I licked and kissed her at the same place until her eyes fluttered shut again. I kissed and nipped and licked down one leg and then up her other until I was at her beautiful lower lips. They were swollen and pink and glistening with her juices. Her hard little nub was peeking out just ready for any attention I wanted to give it.
I looked at this wonderful woman who was able to put aside a horrible experience and trust me enough to give herself to me with such abandonment. I was in awe at her strength and how much love she had to give. I swore to myself that I would try hard to always be worthy of what she had given me.
Chapter 8
Krystal
I thought I was going to die as my Blue with his amazing and beautiful mouth kept kissing and sucking my newly shaved pussy. I felt so sensitive I thought I might explode. It was exquisitely painful, and excruciatingly pleasurable at the same time. I kept moving my hips and legs trying to get closer to his mouth.
He stopped and then started kissing and licking down my legs. He suddenly bit down hard on my inner thigh. It hurt and I jerked back from him. He just reached down and kissed and swirled his tongue on the stinging bite mark. Slowly the pain turned into pleasure and I once again tried to invite him back to where he belonged. He must have listened to what I was trying to tell him and he moved his mouth back between my legs. I kept wiggling, it felt so good and I was so excited.
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