Beyond the Pale

by E. J. Wood

  ***

  ‘AMELIA,’ my eyes open staring into Laura’s blue eyes and I laugh opening my eyes wide creasing my forehead as I am shook back to present day away from my daytime reverie.

  ‘You bring out the worst in me Laura now behave,’ I state and she nods and returns into conversation about work, politics and recent events. My twitching groin sparks more memories of how my rekindled sexuality has since advanced. What remains of my Earl Grey is cold and leaves a bitter taste in my mouth as I finish it off. The hunger pangs are debilitating in their severity and I groan loudly pausing Laura in her tracks. I usually fantasise about a feeling but hard to endure in day to day real world society. Perhaps one day Guy and I will take it one step further.

  ***

  My phone bleeps an incoming message.

  From: Guy Davidson

  To: Amelia Sharpe

  Message: I need you home now

  ‘Excuse me a moment Laura, it’s an emergency,’ I state as I stand and walk outside.

  ‘Of course.’

  Guy answers on the first ring.

  ‘Amelia?’ his voice is low and agitated.

  ‘What is the urgency?’

  ‘I need you home now, I miss you.’

  ‘I’m out with Laura; I can’t just get up and leave,’ I sigh at my fanatical and neurotic Guy on the other end.

  ‘Are you sighing at me?’

  ‘Yes, yes I am sighing at you,’ I answer exasperated.

  ‘Hmm I will have to address that. I’m just worried about you.’

  ‘Don’t be, I’m fine. I will be home soon enough.’

  ‘I love you.’

  ‘I love you too,’ and hang up and welcome a deep breath of relief.

  I return back to my seat in front of Laura with a puzzled look on my face. My forehead is creased and my eyes are squinting smaller than usual.

  ‘Everything al-right?’ she smiles.

  ‘Yes, just Guy, he is worried about me.’

  ‘Over the top isn’t he? You have only been out a few hours.’

  Laura hasn’t met Guy and I had not told her of recent events. I neither had explained why Guy had become so protective of me lately. I went with the flow, nodding and smiling to detour the subject away from him.

  ‘Another tea?’ she asks.

  ‘Sure, can I ask a personal favour?’

  Her eyes light up as if she is about to hear some unknown secret, I guess in some respect she is.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘I need your opinion on a subject matter, but it is to stay strictly between you and me.’

  Seeing as Laura has never met Guy, she should be impartial. Here goes;

  ‘You are worrying me Amy.’

  ‘Nothing to be alarmed about, I don’t think. It’s Guy.’

  ‘Oh no, what has that fucker done now, has he hurt you?’

  ‘No, it’s not that, just I don’t know what to think. I found a book on Sadomasochism in his house.’

  ‘What did you do?’

  ‘I read it.’

  ‘I knew he was a sad bastard,’ she scowls. I chuckle and laugh out loud.

  ‘It’s not like that’

  ‘Then what, spit it out girl.’

  ‘He gagged me.’

  ‘Did you enjoy it?’ she questions.

  ‘I don’t know, we had sex whilst I was gagged,’ I lean in close whispering.

  ‘Probably to keep you quiet, you do talk a lot,’ she laughs.

  ‘Hey, that’s not funny.’ I shove her arm and laugh at her comment and smile at the fond memory of him fucking me silly.

  ‘Then what is the problem?’

  ‘I don’t know if he is going to hurt me.’ I bite my bottom lip.

  ‘My understanding of sadomasochism is that there is a distinction between being a Dominant and inflicting pain like an abuser. The Dominant shall at no time injure or harm the submissive or slave; that’s you. In no way physically or emotionally hurtful, has he done so?’

  Memories from that night flood back and I lick my lips, fuck I just don’t know. Yes, no yes no.

  ‘Amelia, all I can say is go with your gut. See how it goes, he might just be a control freak and more than likely is so.’

  ‘You are probably right, I am over reacting.’

  ‘You have my number and you know I will always be there for you no matter what.’

  ‘I know.’

  An hour passes at a phenomenal rate as we discuss Laura’s funny bedroom antics and experiences and it really opens my eyes up that bedroom life isn’t as vanilla as ordinary daily life, it can be far more interesting. My phone vibrates and bleeps notifying me of an incoming call distracting me away momentarily from our laughter. An incoming call from Guy. I choose to ignore it and head for the ladies leaving Laura to order another round of drinks. When I return Guy is sitting in my chair. His eyes meet mine as I walk closer.

  ‘What are you doing here?’ I ask and gulp at the thought of Laura knowing Guy is a total control maniac.

  ‘You didn’t answer my call, I was worried,’ his smile, that smile and his eyes, oh I sigh.

  ‘And you just happen to be in the area? How did you know where I am? Wait, don’t answer that!’

  ‘Mr Davidson I presume?’ Laura greets with her hand outstretched.

  Shit, double shit, I don’t need this.

  ‘Laura is it? It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ He leans towards Laura shaking her hand firmly but not too firmly.

  ‘No, the pleasure is all mine.’ Laura answers and she gazes at me with that how hot is he? look.

  ‘Can I get you ladies a drink?’

  As Laura’s lips start with a ‘Sur’…..I interrupt.

  ‘We’ve just ordered,’ and I’m baffled as to my feelings of stop looking at my man and return my gaze to Guy, stop looking at my friend. I have to get out of this situation and quick.

  ‘On second thoughts Laura, I do have some work to catch up on at home, can we re-schedule?’

  ‘Anytime Amelia,’ and as I hug her goodbye she whispers in my ear.

  ‘I never realised, when you said psycho, you didn’t mention hot. I mean he’s like slam you against a wall fuckable. You go girl!’ Laura’s eyes bulge as she babbles and smiles her pearly whites.

  I nod in agreement, my definitive fuckable dude.

  ***

  ‘Are you going to tell me what this urgency is?’ I smile as we open the door to the Jaguar.

  ‘I thought you’d never ask,’ he answers in relief.

  ‘You had better take me home now, oh and Guy, next time you try to seduce me, don’t do it with words, women are far better at that then men.’

  ‘I don’t intend to,’ his smile curling at the sides as the engine starts.

  ‘Then what is your plan with me? I am not so fickle and susceptible as you may believe; you don’t need to resort to trickery to have your wicked way with me. You should know by now that I don’t succumb to your ingenuity that easily.’

  ‘Who are you trying to prove that to? Yourself?’ he laughs as his hand lets go of the steering wheel and caresses the side of my face.

  ‘Ahhh,’ I chuckle and my thighs clench tightly together in anticipation of my fate.

  ‘We need to make a pit stop first,’ he declares.

  ‘For?’

  ‘Supplies.’

  After pulling up outside a DIY store he returns moments later with a carrier bag, inside which the only thing visible is a rope. What on earth?

  ‘Do I dare ask?’ I whisper.

  ‘Nope.’

  I gulp and look straight ahead at the overgrown vegetation covering the familiar road home. The grass is high beneath majestic trees, and streams of light prevail through the tall undergrowth bouncing off particles in the air like insects. The journey home is peaceful and neither Guy nor I utter a word to one another after his last comment. It seems we are in a dream, something from a fairytale without having any human hand having ever touched it and destroyed its magic. An oran
ge glow of daylight through the autumn canopy casts its shadows in the mystical air. I’m disturbed from the reverie as a large black crow sweeps across in front of us cawing as we disturbed his flight path. I’m in awe of the wings brushing through the leaves before it abandons us into the depths of the forest. Moments later we arrive. Home sweet home.

  CHAPTER 16

  ‘Do you trust me?’

  ‘Do you trust me?’

  I can smell his scent as he enters the room and I sigh.

  ‘Turn around,’ he demands, his voice is thick with arousal and rough velvet and the smell becomes more apparent the closer he comes towards me.

  ‘Place your hands in front of you, I want you bound.’ I face the side cabinet with hands outstretched as he coils them in rope pulling them over the cabinet so I’m bent at a ninety degree angle.

  ‘Don’t move and don’t speak until I ask.’ He walks away and disappears into the bedroom, I hear the scraping of a side drawer, the drawer of goodies and moments later he reappears. The familiar face mask and something gold, precious and glistening in the mood lighting of the room is in his hands.

  ‘Open wide,’ he whispers as he strokes my hair encouraging my mouth to gape. I part my lips and open my mouth and a golden hard ball is placed inside and the straps are clasped behind my head. The face mask covers my eyes and I’m in a dark abyss with total absence of light. The silence is soon removed by music filling every inch of the room, his breathing disappears and I’m alone, vulnerable and exposed.

  Guy’s white linen slightly crumpled shirt hangs on me loosely and a breeze whistles between my skin and the fabric as it hangs in front of me as I bend forward over the side table. My breasts hang and my nipples harden at the sudden cool air and my skin pimples as I shiver, trembling at the anticipation. I smile envisioning my last image of Guy before covering my eyes, waltzing around the room casually, sincere and pleased with himself. His hair is unruly school-boyish and I just want to ruffle it and tug at it with my fingers. I bite my lip. I wonder if he has removed his trousers yet? His body is trim, light boned and near sculpturally perfect with shoulder to waist hip ratio. My heart beats faster and my legs twitch.

  ‘Chewing on a toffee?’ his gentle voice whispers over my shoulder. I go to answer but I am silenced by the gag and mumble in protest.

  ‘Now, keep still, very still,’ his voice is threatening and assertive.

  A cool metal flat surfaced instrument strokes the side of my arm and I stiffen. My body is motionless and my legs tire from standing. The edge of the blade reappears underneath me encircling my nipples that hang and bring goose pimples. I gasp as it’s dragged to my right side slicing through my lace panties like a knife through butter. The elastic springs and they fall effortlessly to the floor and the cool blade wipes over my mound towards my hip. I wince at the unsuspecting blade imagining the damage it would inflict. A firm belt across my bottom jolts me upwards and the smacks ring in my ears. My breathing accelerates as I try my upmost to ignore the sting. His palms stroke the soreness that begins to welt and I brace myself for another blow twitching at every sound like a cat stalking a mouse. It does not come and my hands tense into tight fists as my eyes dart from side to side trying to catch a glimpse of light, a clue, a glimmer of blade stroking my skin. My shirt lifts from my back as he lifts it at knife’s edge and blows a warm breeze to the spine of my back. I groan and mumble shifting my body with angst.

  ‘Hush Amelia,’ his voice is menacingly, assertive and I still immediately. The mask is whisked from my face and light soars into my pupils like daggers. I blink rapidly and notice the blade has left a visible yet temporary mark around my nipple and suck at the ball gag at the exquisite memory of the pain I felt.

  ‘I want you to watch,’ he whispers and my eyes fixate on the graceful arc of glinting steel. Guy moves out of sight and places a hand astride my back wiping the blade between the cheeks of my bottom. My fear subsides as the knife slows and there it was; the smack I had been anticipating, the snap of the blade slaps my skin and I wince in pain, exquisite pain. I smile and I can practically hear him smirking, the blade spins on my pert nipple and sends prickly dangerous sensations throughout my lumber body and I beg he mimics his actions on the other.

  ‘I want you to lie on the floor,’ he demands. I turn and kneel to the floor still unable to speak, my jaw aching, and I lie flat outstretched with my arms still bound. The face mask reappears and covers my eyes. I enter the dark abyss once again sucking at the ball gag as my body writhes. The rustle of ice pricks my ears as ice cold droplets stab my body as a cube is pressed against my lips. The clasp of the gag springs loose and I push it away with my tongue. Guy buckles and contorts above me and pushes the cube firmly into my mouth. My brows creasing at the complexity of the warmth and coolness and another cube sits on my nipple. I wince again unable to speak with the melting cube in my mouth. The intensity forces an agonised groan as I struggle to free myself and in doing so find light emanating between the mask and my cheek. His smile broadens and he sees the pain and pleasure he delivers and revels in his torment. Remember Amelia he thinks he is in control but control is an illusion. My subconscious awakens and offers me some consolation. The freezing water melts and trickles either side of me tickling my ribs as it cascades past my breasts from my nipples and on to the wooden flooring. I lick my lips and my tongue darts outwards gesturing Guy to come near. The champagne now thoroughly chilled glistens at me, the label old fashioned writes Krug and I open my mouth wide begging for a taste. He lifts the bottle and takes a large swig wiping his lips with the back of his hand and sighing in contentment spilling it over my body; the liquid as cold as snow crackles its bubbles against my skin. His hand grabs a handful of ice and strokes it across his skin desensitised to the coolness and kneels before me stroking between my legs. My body jolts, writhes and shakes uncontrollably as conflicting feelings overwhelm me. My legs lift to feel his hands and I beg for warmth. I can’t take it anymore. Violent waves thrash and tear throughout me and my clit blossoms and fills with a throbbing pain radiating to the tips of my toes. It suffuses me and then he stops.

  ‘MMM,’ I groan and lift my pelvis upwards writhing from side to side.

  ‘You come when I allow you to,’ his brows rise and he stands leaving me breathless. My heart is stopping, I need to come and I bite my lower lip – when in need resort to puppy look. Please. My ankles are clasped and spread eagled; he springs free and points it at my bullseye. His thrusts are rampant, violent, fast and aggressive and I tip on the precipice of implosion. My body bucks and jumps and one flash of heat follows another and another as I groan harder as his thrusts become more violent. The smack of the hard fuck brings tears to my eyes, tears of joy as my body convulses and our contractions synchronise with one another, I still and open my mouth closing my eyes and releasing a long drawn out sigh, an orgasm never felt before, so different, so wet, swollen. I fall. My body jerks and muscles twinge as Guy lays abreast me sighing heavily at his release. As my body calms he lifts his head, smiles and kisses my breasts and undoes the rope that tied my wrists. His velvet lashes flicker inches from my face as my arms relax either side of me, heavy, unknown and foreign. I have never danced like this before and my eyes rage with a fire and terror that pricks at my skin. I try to speak but no words come. The mask is freed and Guy comes fully into sight.

  ‘Hey Stranger,’ I smile.

  ‘Heya back.’

  As I smile at Guy I turn my head and see the knife lying on the floor not far from us. Its blood thirsty edge points right towards me having delivered judgement on my silken skin. The light from the room glistening on the metal revealing the tiniest amount of encrusted crimson blood and it winks at me.

  ***

  The door lock clicks as it opens. Guy is home, footsteps sound louder and louder as they creep closer to the bedroom.

  ‘You’re awake; I hope I didn’t wake you?’ his eyes wide and shocked to see me.

  ‘You didn’t,’ I lie, ‘what
have you got there?’

  ‘Chocolate; I heard it’s the best cure,’ his smile is insatiable and he leaps onto the bed unravelling the packaging of the extravagant chocolates that I’m sure are sinfully overpriced. Guy never does anything half heartedly. Weaving a tale of chocolate seduction; I just cannot wait to taste the chocolate, to feel the plumpness of its texture against my teeth, and to run my tongue across its smooth lines but I resist, one does not want to appear too greedy.

  ‘Go on, try one, you know you want to,’ he holds a small square in front of me tempting me. As I bite into the chocolate I grab one from the box.

  ‘Here you have some too.’

  ‘No they are for you Amelia, they are all for you. I’m not that hungry, here today, gone tomorrow, eat up.’

  ‘I insist,’ and push the chocolate up against his luscious lips. He lowers his head, eyes never leaving mine and his lips part slowly encasing themselves around the chocolate square neatly between his perfect pearly whites.

  ‘Come on, surely you have never met a chocolate you didn’t like?’

  Guy’s eyes close as he saviours the taste, his lips moving slowly from side to side groaning at his indulgence. I grab another square lingering it in front of my nose inhaling its heavenly essence. Ticking my list of things to do today 1. Eat chocolate – tick. Guy tucks a stray hair behind my ear smiling at me licking the remnants off his lips, his thumb moving towards my lips stroking my lower lip.

  ‘You make me think all dirty thoughts.’

  I sigh and tut.

  ‘Not at this time in the morning – look at the state of me I’m full of flaws, wasn’t last night enough for you?’