by Aurelia Fray
“Smart ass.”
“Yeah. But admit it, you like my ass.” Wiggling her ass, Emily giggled as she continued back to her room.
***
Two months later:
Opening the last box, Emily could hear the phone ring in the background.
“Karen?” No response. “Damn it, where she’s at now?” Grumbling under her breath, she rushed toward the front room, hurtling toward the phone, grabbing it in the last second.
“I’m at the hospital, hubby is with me. Can you get Nugget and come?” Relief ran through Emily, followed by happiness.
“Of course Sarah. Don’t you worry. Do you want me to come to the hospital, or keep him here?”
“Could you take him to the hospital? I don’t want him to see me in pain, but I want him to see his sibling.”
“You got it. On my way.”
***
Arriving at the hospital, Emily was happy to see both Angela and Sonya there, waiting as well. Giving Nugget some crayons and a coloring book, they all four sat down to wait.
After a few hours, Sarah’s husband poked his head out to wave them in, smiling at his son. Everyone tiptoed into the room, curious to see the newest member of the little family.
“Hey. Are you alright?” Emily looked at Sarah, who gave her a tired smile.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Come and meet your little sister, sweetheart.” Hugs and kisses were given and after a few minutes, the three friends left the little happy family. Hooking arms together they walked outside the hospital toward their cars.
“Have you heard from Janus yet?” Angela looked over at Emily, who shook her head.
“No.” Sorrow stabbed her in the heart. Trying to push it away, she gave both Sonya and Angela a smile. “I’m sure he’s just busy. He’ll call when he has the time.” Even when she said it, she knew it was a lie. It hurt that he wasn’t there, more than she thought it would. Brushing it away, she gave her friends a last hug before getting into the car.
Arriving at her apartment, she could see lights burning in the store. Sighing under her breath, she got out of her car.
“Damn it Karen, all I asked was that you shut of the lights and locked the doors.” Sighing again, she walked up to the front door of the store, only to find it unlocked. Furrowing her brow, she opened the door and walked inside. Looking around, nothing looks out of place. Noticing a forgotten coffee cup on the table, Emily grabbed it on her way to the back.
Pushing open the back door, she stopped right in her tracks, gasping. The entire back room had been changed; a blanket lying on the floor, a small picnic set up, candles burning all over the room. Blinking her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, a shadow moved from the darkness.
“Do you like it?” Unable to respond coherently, Emily simply nodded.
“It’s…. I… You did this? For me?” Tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes and Emily blinked rapidly a few times to clear her sight. Stepping up to her, Janus took her face in his hands, removing a single tear with his thumb.
“For you.” Giving her a gentle kiss, he stepped back afterwards to look at her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there at the hospital. I just got home. I have something for you that you might like though. As compensation for being away all week.” Ice spread in her blood, making goose bumps appear on her arms. She was getting better at not comparing Janus to her past experience with Adam, although sometimes little things brought it up, just like now. Adam had always bought her some trinket when he had been doing something behind her back. Realizing she was still standing with the coffee cup, she moved toward the kitchen area to put it down.
“Ems?” Hearing him call after her didn’t help. Putting the cup down, she grabbed the counter to steady herself. “I got these while I was at a boring meeting.” Leaning over her shoulder, he placed a kiss on her bare shoulder before laying down a folder before her. Surprise removed the ice enough for her to reach out with trembling fingers to open it.
Inside was her freedom. Literally.
Turning toward Janus, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead she leaned her forehead against his chest, heaving her breath in and out. Her shoulders shook, she released all the pent up fear and anger she had held too close to her heart for far too long.
“I thought this was worth celebrating.”
Laughter escaped Emily and she nodded.
“You’re right. “ Touching the papers with a fingertip, Emily smiled. “I can’t believe the divorce finally went through.” Wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her, she gave him a devious smile. “Now…. What kind of celebration did you have in mind?”
“The very naughty kind baby girl. The best kind.”
THE END
CONTROL
By Caroline Baker
I said...
Baby, I feel scared
I've never had
My hands not there
And I'm sitting here
Totally exposed
Without any
Of my clothes
And it's so hard
For me to try
And even look you
In the eye
He said...
Baby, Hush
I'm right here
And there is nothing
For you to fear
I know that this
Isn't easy
But you're trying
Just to please me
He leaned in
And kissed my lips
Placed his hands
On my hips
Pulled me close
Deepened the kiss
I feel my body
Respond to this
He takes his finger
And with the lightest touch
Circles my nipple
Making me blush
When it puckers
And pulls up tight
I feel my pussy
Clench and I fight
Not to cum
Then and there
When I feel his fist
Clench in my hair
Deepens it more
Pulls me in
Pinches my nipple
And I begin
To move my hips
Round and round
But no friction
Can be found
I start to whimper
As my need builds
I want so badly
To be filled
Start to struggle
Against the rope
To free my hands
Is my only hope
He says...
Baby, don't fight
I know what
You need tonight
He pulls back
I feel dazed
He tips my chin up
To catch my gaze
Desire is burning
In his eyes
He says lean back
And I comply
Takes the flogger
Starts in on my tits
It stings so good
Each time it hits
He catches my nipple
And I cry out
My pussy is dripping
And I have no doubt
That he can smell
My desperation
And feel my growing
Frustration
I start rubbing
Against his jeans
Hoping for friction
From the seams
He keeps hitting
And I feel the burn
And my mind
Starts to turn
I start to give in
Just let it flow
Let him take
Over control
I'm lost in the moment
The pleasure and pain
When I feel
His hand move in
He undoes his jeans
Pushes them down
His cock springs free
Bead glistening on the crown
My mouth suddenly
Begins to water
And my need rises
As I get hotter
My pussy weeps
Crying to filled
To be the place
His seed is spilled
Flogger still moving
In his left hand
He drops it now
So he can stand
Lifts me up
Then slams me down
On his cock
And turns around
Backs up fast
I hit the wall
He starts moving
Giving me all
Of his power
His hard upward thrust
Pounding my cunt
Until I just
Can't take anymore
And I let go
Drenching his cock
As my juices flow
I keep cumming
Just can't stop
Screaming his name
As he goes over the top
In and out
He glides real slow
Looks in my eyes
And I know
I give him this power
When I feed his need
To dominate me
So we both are freed
He kisses me softly
I slide down slow
He says
I love you, Baby. Hope you know.
INEVITABLY YOU
By Aurelia Fray
ZERO.
~Izzy~
“Izzy, baby, look at me,” Trey begged me. The floor, which had captured my anxious gaze, swam in and out of focus.
“I…can't…I can't,” I stuttered through salty tears. The whirls in the ancient wooden floorboards were moving now, sliding around and reordering themselves into unfamiliar patterns.
“You can. I need you to look at me. This isn't what it looks like,” he pleaded. His words stabbed me. I wished they could cut out what I had just seen—what I had walked in on—but nothing would remove that from my memory. The woman on her knees in front of him made a strangled, gargling sound, but her mouth was full so she wasn’t intelligible.
“Just wait, Zara. I will let you up in a moment,” he snapped and ironically, I felt sorry for her. His sharpness demonstrated a startling lack of concern for the semi-naked woman. Was it really only a moment ago that he stared at her with passion in his eyes?
“Izzy, you need to look at me and focus on what I am saying, okay Baby?” he whispered gently trying to micro-manage my reaction to this clusterfuck. When I hesitated, he roared. “Now!”
My eyes flicked upward. Despite the harsh order, I witnessed his soft and patient gaze focussed upon me. “That's good, Angel. Now, I need you to understand what is going on. Look around the room and take in the scene, Izzy. See what I am and am not doing.” He put much more emphasis on what he wasn't doing, so I tried to focus on that instead. However, he was a clever bastard because it transpired that I couldn't do one without the other.
“Out loud, Baby.”
“Your bed is a mess. There are things all over it.” I stumbled to release the words from my mouth. I tried to find the most innocuous thing in the room to look at. Yet, even there, on the rumpled sheets, were things I didn't want to see. Oils, silk ribbons, a chain attached to a metal bar, something that looked like my hairbrush but without the bristles.
“What else?”
“You, you're wearing only your leather pants and you . . . you have a whip in your hand.”
“Not a whip. This is called a—”
“I don't care what it is called!” I bawled frantically. The shock was wearing off. I was freaking out. How could he be so rational?
“Okay, Izzy, what else?” I couldn’t quite believe he wanted me to continue detailing the scene, but I knew if I didn't, he wouldn’t let it go. He would keep me here until I saw what he wanted me to see.
“What else? What fucking else?” I screamed, “You have a semi-naked woman, bound by her wrists and ankles, kneeling in front of you with a ball gag in her mouth. You two-timing, no-good, fucked-up, lying piece of shit!” Finally released from my haze, I let loose my more immediate anger.
“But, Izzy, look. It’s not sex. I'm not technically cheating. I don't want you thinking I betrayed you in that way, Baby.”
“This? This is not a betrayal? This isn't cheating? Are you damaged in the head? Did you hit yourself with that thing? Of course this is cheating. You have another woman in your bedroom! Are you trying to say this wouldn't have progressed to fucking?”
The woman moaned behind the large black ball in her mouth and Trey bent down to release her from her bindings. He did it slowly, taking care to caress each limb before he released the next buckle. When he proceeded to reach for a tube of gel and lather her in it, I left the room.
I should have walked out the second I caught him slapping at her flesh with that fringed stick-thing, but the woman's pleasured moans and Trey's blissed-out expression had stunned me into becoming an unwilling observer. It took nearly three minutes for him to spot me in the doorway. Those three minutes felt like an eternity.
I packed a bag with random items of clothing. I needed to leave. I knew my best friend Kye would take me in for a while; he was the best option I had. For once, I was glad Trey and I had maintained separate rooms. I wouldn’t have coped if I had to stay in there for a moment longer. The humiliation of packing my things in front of his other woman would have killed me.
For the last three months, Trey slept with me in my room. Before that, we were simply colleagues that shared an apartment. I’d found it odd that we only ever stayed in my bed, that Trey kept his room locked, but now his reticence made sense. Well, a fucked up kind of sense, anyway.
He edged into my room fifteen minutes after I’d left his. He stayed silent at first but when we heard the door close behind Zara, he began to speak.
“I understand why you are upset, Izzy—”
“Good for you!”
“But it isn't a sexual thing. Well it is kind of, but we don't have sex. Zara and I, we have a mutual need.”
“Shut up. I really don't want to hear it.”
“You need to know. You have to understand. I love you. You are mine. I make love to you and no one else, Baby. Zara and me—”
“Zara and me. Zara and me! For fuck sake! Why do you care whether I understand this? Zara and you can go fuck yourselves!” I spat the words into his face.
“Zara and I,” he continued, undaunted by my anger, “we like to give and receive. We indulge in a little bit of danger play; exploring pleasure and pain. Nothing too heavy, nothing too dark, just light spanking and flogging. A little bit of command and control. Do you understand what I am telling you?”
“You like to beat her; she enjoys getting beaten. I get it.” I slammed my shoes into my case and threw my makeup bag on top of the pile.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving. You lied to me. Maybe not openly, but by omission. You should have told me. I would never have got involved—“ I didn't mean the words in the way they came out but it was too late to take them back. Trey looked devastated. He looked how I felt.
“If that's what you want.”
“No that's not what I want, Trey! I am destroyed. I fucking love you. I thought you felt the same. I gave you my trust and you were playing with me the whole time. I'm the girl you fuck nightly and she is the girl who really gets your rocks off.”
“I wanted to tell you. I would have given her up if I thought you would be interested in—”
“In what? Letting you tie me up and beat the crap out of me?”
“That's not how it works!” He shouted in return. My ignorance annoyed him but he never gave explaining a chance and it was too late. The damage was done.
I pulled my bag onto my shoulder and faced him. I felt determined. I had to be strong.
“I want you gone before I get back.” I said these last words before I walked out the door. My
heart kept it together until I got to Kye's place and then it burst into a hundred million jagged pieces.
ONE.
Trey Grant ruined me.
It had been three years since the last day I saw him and that statement was as true now as it was then.
Trey Grant ruined me.
Those words rebounded around my head as I reclined on a luxurious bed, in a five-star hotel, in the middle of Paris. The man above me—Pierre? Emillion? Jean-luc? Who knows?—grasped for the hooks of my bra and I was not making it easy for him. Why? Because I already knew the outcome: He would grab, pinch, poke, smother me in his spit and utter nonsensical grunts into my hair as he thrust himself, messily, into my body. Then, after all that, I would still have to fake an orgasm, make a weak excuse and kick him out of my hotel room so I didn't have to wake up next to a stranger. That was the inevitable ending to my night.
I had hoped the romantic setting and the excitement of a one-night fling with a handsome stranger would heat a fire in my knickers, but no—nothing. The only outcome of a moderately pleasurable date was a horrible choice: indulge in meaningless sex with my handsome French tour guide or send him packing with his dick half-mast and a frown on his chiselled face.
What to do?
“Isabella? Where did you go, my sweet?” What'shisname whispers at the side of my neck. In a cheesy novel, the writer might have said his words caressed my ear, but this wasn’t romance. I was on used bed linen and his words tickled. The only desire I felt was the desire to put a finger in my ear hole and wiggle it about. I was not in the mood.