Stockholm Syndrome

by Brooks, JB

  “Hmm? Yes, I’m sure she did.”

  “Then why are you doing it?”

  “I’m fascinated. I can’t look away.”

  She snorted. “Try harder. Watching someone chew can’t be that interesting.”

  “I don’t want to try, I want to stare. Will you come out with me tomorrow?”

  Her brows rose. “Where to?”

  “Just here, around the farm. I thought we might have a picnic.”

  “Does the fact that you’re asking me mean that I have a choice?”

  “Yeah, it does.” He smiled his beautiful smile at her. “As long as you say yes!”

  Was he teasing? She couldn’t be sure. But the chance to get out of the house was too much to pass up.

  “Fine. What time?”

  “We’ll leave at ten. I’ll come get you.” His voice was rough.

  She was hearing double meanings in everything he said. She glanced sharply at him. He looked predatory, his pale-green eyes gleaming under his dark hair. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but his manner seemed subtly different.

  She shrugged and went back to her meal. No doubt he was plotting something. She was trying to manipulate him, to outwit him, so it was only reasonable to assume that he was doing the same.

  “Evelyn?”

  “Yes, Mason?”

  “How’s your Stockholm syndrome tonight?”

  She looked up sharply in alarm. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that if we stay for dessert, I’m going to have you. I’m giving you fair warning.”

  “You mean—”

  “Yes, you haven’t misunderstood. I’m going to fuck you, unless you leave the room right now.”

  Panic and desire swelled in her belly in equal measures. Wet and throbbing with arousal from watching him and fantasizing about him, her body hummed for the release it could find with his cock buried deep within her. But this time he would not be taken by surprise. It was too much to hope that he’d remain passive like he had the day before. She didn’t know why he’d done that, but she was sure it wasn’t his usual style. She fancied he’d be rather more…assertive. Like warning her that he wanted to fuck her. God, that was hot! Just knowing that he was thinking about it was enough to send her up in flames. What should she do?

  But she’d waited too long. Edna had arrived with dessert.

  “Here youse are,” she announced cheerfully, seemingly oblivious of the fraught sexual tension in the room. “Homemade vanilla ice cream and hot chocolate sauce.” She put the bowls down with a flourish, and positioned a generously sized jug of chocolate sauce between them.

  “I’ll just clear these plates and glasses. Do youse want coffee with that?”

  “No thank you, Edna,” answered Mason. “It’s late. Please go home now. It was an excellent meal, and we’ll clear up these last few things. There’s no need for you to wait on us.”

  “No worries then. I’m glad ya liked it, and I’ll see youse both in the morning.” She disappeared with the stack of dishes.

  There was a long moment of silence.

  “So, dessert it is then,” said Mason. Evelyn shivered at the richly sensual tone of his voice.

  “I’ve never had homemade ice cream before.” She tried to sound casual.

  “Hmm. There’s a first time for everything. Take off your clothes, Evelyn.”

  “What, here?” Her voice was a squeak. She cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t we go to my room, er, a little later?”

  He sat back in his chair and folded his arms.

  “Here. Now. Don’t argue, Evelyn.” His tone was mild, but she sensed a steely determination underlying the casual words.

  She stood up uncertainly. He’d seen her naked before, so it seemed silly to feel shy, but she did. Should she do this? What would he do if she refused?

  But he’d called her bluff about Stockholm syndrome. Caught in her own lie.

  She grasped the hem of her vest and eased it up, revealing her braless breasts, and pulled it over her head. She draped it over the back of her chair, avoiding Mason’s eyes. Her heart pounded, and her nipples were painfully hard. She resisted the urge to press them with her palms.

  She undid the zipper of her shorts and peeled them down her body. Then she eased off her thong and stepped out of both, quickly retrieving them and putting them on the chair with her vest. She turned awkwardly to Mason, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands.

  He was sprawled in the chair, his turgid cock tenting the front of his shorts. She stepped toward him, thinking that if he would just touch her, she’d feel less self-conscious, but he waved her away.

  “No. Get up on the table. Lie on your back.”

  She gaped at him.

  “Are you going to question everything I say to you?”

  “If I think you’re insane, yes!”

  “I’m many things, Evelyn, but I’m not insane. I know exactly what we both want. Now. Get. Up. On. The. Table.”

  She retreated until her ass brushed against the white tablecloth, then hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on it, her legs dangling.

  “Wiggle back and lie down. Move that bowl of ice cream to the side.”

  Flushing crimson, she did as he said, feeling awkward and exposed as she maneuvered herself. When she was far back enough to rest her feet on the snowy linen, she lay back, crossing her arms over her breasts and pressing her legs together. The table was hard against her back, and she stared up at the ceiling in a resentful fume, aroused, embarrassed, and annoyed. Mason didn’t speak or move, but she imagined that she could feel him studying her body, and the thought made her squirm.

  “Well, what now?” she demanded. “This isn’t exactly the most comfortable surface to lie on, so I’d appreciate it if you’d get on with whatever you intend to do!”

  He chuckled. “Very well. I’ll get on with it then.”

  He rose to his feet and came to stand next to the table, at her side, and looked her over. He didn’t comment on how she’d folded her arms, but he seemed amused. He propped his elbows on the table next to her head and leaned over to capture her mouth with his, probing her lips open with his tongue. It was their only point of contact, but fire burned along her veins as the smell and taste of him flooded her senses. Her eyelids closed as he rubbed his tongue over hers, so intimately, and her awareness of the hard table beneath her faded.

  A few minutes later he lifted his head and smiled, his beautiful pale-green eyes darkening as his pupils dilated with lust.

  “See, Evvy? There are much better uses for your mouth than arguing and questioning.”

  Before she could think of a suitably scathing reply, he straightened and gently lifted her arms away from her breasts, stretching them out above her head.

  “You must leave your arms up like this now. Don’t thrash around or you’ll knock our ice creams off the table.” He returned to his position at her side.

  She craned her head around, trying to see where the second bowl of ice cream was, then jerked it back when his lips closed around her nipple. Sensation tore from her breast to her cunt as he suckled the rucked peak. She arched her back helplessly, pushing up her breasts, and he opened his mouth wide, drawing in as much of her flesh as he could, rubbing the puckered tip with his tongue. While he captured her attention with his sucking, he reached for her hair, wrapping strands of the luxurious silk around his hand, pulling lightly and securing her in position for his delectation.

  With his other hand, he cupped the neglected breast, pinching the tip with his fingers. The double stimulation racked her body, and her legs strained open involuntarily.

  He released her breast and swept his hand in a long caress down her torso to her cunt where he parted her sopping curls and fingered the length of her cleft. Her desire had overtaken her rapidly—hot, urgent, and intense—coating her thickly with slick cream. Without ceremony, he plunged two fingers into her hot channel. She jerked frantically against his hand. Her orgasm was so close…
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br />   But he was determined to torture her.

  “Oh, little drama queen,” he rasped, “you’re so ready for me to fuck you.”

  Even his voice made her quiver. It was gravelly and low, strained with sexual tension, an unadorned expression of male lust.

  “But it’s too soon,” he went on, parting his fingers inside her, stretching her channel. “You’re supposed to be my dessert. Dessert has to be savored slowly, not gobbled up in one bite. We have to make the sweetness last.”

  She moaned. Oh, she wished he’d gobble her up. He could be as quick and greedy as he liked as long as she could come!

  But he withdrew his fingers and trailed them up her body again, leaving cool streaks of her own juices across her stomach.

  “Hmm, let’s see.” He teased her nipple, and she wriggled. He was being much too gentle. “I really like homemade ice cream.” He released his grip on her hair and picked up the nearest bowl, scooping a large dollop of the treat onto the spoon. Her eyes widened and she forgot to breathe as he held it against her nipple until her body’s warmth eased it from the utensil. The sensitive tip contracted so tightly that the resulting spasm in her pussy made her sob. He let the vanilla cream run slowly down her skin before bending his head and licking it off. When his lips closed over her areola, the heat and suction set off another wave of contractions in her core. He added more ice cream, and still more, until the pleasure-pain became so intense that she begged him for mercy with wordless sounds. He finished by licking her whole breast clean with long sweeps of his tongue.

  When he was satisfied with her state of abject, whimpering arousal, he paced slowly around the table, giving her plenty of time to anticipate what he was planning for her other breast.

  But he stopped between her splayed legs and looked at her dripping pussy.

  “We need something…” He glanced around then picked up a thick white candle. He blew out the flame and pulled it from its candlestick. The base was smooth with slightly rounded edges.

  He spread her labia and eased the end of the candle into her channel. She bucked and jerked her hips at the unexpected invasion of the rigid length of wax.

  “Shh, just relax, Evvy,” he whispered. “This will hold you nicely open, and keep you stretched until I’m ready to fuck you.”

  She felt the unbending hardness penetrate her cunt, deeper and deeper, reshaping her inner walls. Her muscles bore down on it, resisting, but he pushed it inexorably inward until it reached her limit. He slowly twisted it from side to side, screwing her with it, causing a strange hollow, pulling sensation deep inside, and she flung her legs open, writhing and gyrating helplessly, vaguely aware of his smile as he toyed with her.

  She didn’t care. At that moment, he could do anything to her pussy, and she wouldn’t mind as long as he kept driving her toward climax. She was open to him, exposed, waiting for him to fill her in any way he chose.

  He left the candle embedded in her cunt and completed his circuit around the table, to spoon ice cream onto her other nipple. The cool rivulets of vanilla trickled over her skin, and his nimble tongue pursued each one and mopped it clean, leaving tingling trails in its wake. Then he raised the jug of hot chocolate sauce and held it high above her breast, letting it drip, drip, drip onto her puckered flesh. She cried out at the contrast of hot and cold, and cried again as he sucked, sometimes softly, sometimes powerfully, until she thought she could stand no more.

  But he understood her limits better than she did. He filled her belly button, alternating between the sweet treats, and slurped it out. Then he overfilled it with ice cream.

  “Now keep very still, Evvy. You are not allowed to spill. I will punish you if you do.”

  His words sent a frisson down her spine. What would he do? What more could he possibly do?

  ***

  Mason left her belly button brimming with rapidly melting ice cream, and moved between her legs, spooning ice cream into his mouth and smiling to himself. Of course she was going to spill it, he’d made sure of it. But the punishment would just be playful. He hadn’t intended to fuck her tonight, hadn’t scripted a scene for her, but her heated stares throughout dinner had been too blatant. And there was no incentive to resist, in this game they were playing.

  Spreading her labia wide, he set his mouth to her clit, and she shrieked at the icy touch of his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves into his mouth and oscillated it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Her back bowed, and he saw the trickles of ice cream running down her sides. She’d messed already.

  He changed his hold on her labia so that he was spreading her open with one hand and licking at her between the vee of his fingers. He used the other hand to manipulate the candle, sliding it slowly in and out with twisting strokes as he flicked and sucked her clit. Her body primed itself for orgasm and she lifted her knees, spreading her legs as wide as she could, straining open. But he lifted his head seconds before she could reach completion.

  He paused for a moment, assessing her arousal, then trailed his fingers lower, spreading her natural lubricants from her pussy to her ass, pushing one leg up so that he could caress the little puckered hole. He circled it three times, and she made no protest, so he pressed the tip of his forefinger against the tight sphincter until it gave under the pressure, and his finger slid inside to the first joint.

  As he’d expected, she jumped as if scalded and then froze.

  “Mason, don’t… I can’t… I… I’ve never…”

  “Shhh, it’s okay, Evvy. It’s just the tip of my finger, nothing more. Let me leave it there for a minute.”

  He was patient. Her anal virginity would be his, but he’d have to prepare her, and now was not the time. He returned his mouth to her clit, using all his skill to bring her to the peak of desperation. When she was undulating on the table like a wave, mindless with need, he stepped away.

  “Look how you’ve messed the ice cream. This is your punishment, Evvy. Now you’re not allowed to come until I do. I’m going to fuck you, and you have to wait for me.”

  Already stripping off his clothes, he ignored her inarticulate protests. In a matter of moments, he stood naked, his cock huge and throbbing, desperate to sink into her cunt.

  He removed the candle, and it came out coated in her cream. He stared at her passion-flushed face and ran it slowly, deliberately across his tongue, from end to end, savoring her sweet, tangy taste and enjoying the way her eyes widened in shock at the blatant carnality of his action.

  He tossed it aside, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down the table toward him, tablecloth and all. Glass shattered as the remaining tableware scattered, and she brought her arms down from above her head but he didn’t care. He lined up her ass with the edge of the table and propped her legs up against his shoulders, granting himself unrestricted access to her succulent pussy. Thinking what a beautiful sight she was, arranged for his indulgence, he positioned his cock against her opening. She squirmed, trying to sink onto his flesh, but he grasped her hips and held her firmly, restraining her movements. She grasped his wrists, slim fingers wrapping ’round, nails sinking into his skin.

  “Tell me what you want, Evvy,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Ask me for it.”

  Her mouth gaped for a moment, but she was too far gone to resist his command, and she gasped the sweet words.

  “I want your cock, Mason. Please fuck me. Please make me come!”

  The last word ended on rising moan as he drove himself into her, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back as he fought the urge to climax on the very first stroke. She was so tight and hot, and he was so aroused, it took every ounce of self-control to hold himself in check. As always, he marveled that she had the capacity to take him all, right up to the root, since she was so small and he so large. The fact that she could do so excited the hell out of him, pandering to his primitive urge to fill her and possess every inch of her.

  He worked himself in and out, anointing his flesh with her juices until he w
as slithering easily within her constricting grip. Her abundant tits jiggled in time with his thrusts, and he had the overwhelming urge to suckle them deeply as he rode her. He bent forward, pleased to discover she was flexible enough for him to lean over between her legs and capture her bobbing nipples, one by one, with his mouth while she lay folded in half under him, helpless and unresisting. Melted ice cream slicked their skin together. He felt his orgasm approaching, unstoppable this time, and arched his body so that his cock pushed against the front wall of her vagina, stimulating her G-spot.

  Her panting became a frenzied whine, and he knew she was very close. Pistoning his hips, feeling the heat gathering in his pelvis, he held on as long as he could.

  “Now, Evvy. Come now! Give it to me, baby!”

  Disjointed spasms tightened her channel convulsively around his bursting cock, and he exploded into her with a guttural shout of triumph. On and on he spurted, coming harder and longer than he could ever remember.

  ***

  He carried Evelyn out of the dining room so that she wouldn’t cut her feet on the glass they’d broken then returned to sweep up the mess. When it was clear, they carried the last dishes to the kitchen, threw away the candle, and put the stained and crumpled tablecloth into the laundry. They did all this naked, laughing, too sticky to put their clothes on. Then he walked her to her bedroom door.

  “Go take a shower then get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day.”

  She nodded. “Thanks for dinner, Mason. I’ve never done anything so kinky, but I liked it.” She blushed.

  He laughed. “Oh, little drama queen! I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but you have so much to learn. By my standards, that was pure vanilla—and I’m not talking about the flavor of the ice cream!”

  He pressed a kiss to her open lips and walked quickly down the hall before she could stop him… Before he admitted that it had been amazing for him too.

  Chapter Six

  The next morning, Mason knocked on her door at ten, as they’d agreed. She’d had breakfast and was ready and waiting, dressed in her olive-green hot pants and a white vest. This time she had her hiking boots on, since she didn’t know if they’d have to walk through the bush to get to the picnic spot.