Smuttily Ever After

by R. S. Owl

  Her free hand grips the back of my head, interchanging between pushing and pulling. The sensation reminds me of how far I used to push her and how much pain she wanted to feel. It makes me want to take her back there and remind her how explosive we were together. The connection was unrivalled – the devil only meets his match once. She was my queen. My secrets were hers, and her sorrows were mine.

  The darkness was ours.

  Determined to reciprocate the delivery of pain, I stop with the tenderness and bite her nipple. She gasps. Moving to her other nipple, I make sure both of her breasts have received equal attention – every inch licked, squeezed, bitten, and sucked.

  Pushing her breasts together, both my thumbs fondle her stiff peaks as my tongue makes its way through her cleavage. As my head moves lower, my tongue takes me to my next destination. Releasing her breasts, I let my fingertips glide around and down her stomach.

  Her body trembles. The anticipation is palpable.

  My lips are pressed together, right above her clit. Inhaling deeply, the smell of her arousal only spurs me on. Swiftly, my hands push her legs apart to their furthest point, and I rush to dig my hands under her ass and lift her pussy closer to my face.

  “Ready, baby?”

  She takes control and pushes my face down and breathlessly pleads, “Please.”

  I lap up her wetness. Gliding up and down and sliding my tongue in and out, I can’t get enough. I tease her and swirl around her clit. She tugs at my hair in frustration and I bite her clit. “Fuck,” she screams. Sucking on her with unusual tenderness, I alternate between pleasure and pain. With every sigh, she has me wanting to stay here forever.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re so close.” As I thrust my finger and tongue inside her at the same time, I decide to show her who’s in charge and drive her crazy one last time.

  HER

  My pussy drips, and the fucker stops. I try to find my breath and focus on him. As he rises, he’s unbuckling his belt in a frenzy, but his haunted eyes never leave mine. “You were so close weren’t you, nena?” he taunts. “Keep your legs open, baby. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  He unzips his pants. Wearing nothing else, his cock is front and centre. Hard and glistening with precum, all I want to do is have it in my mouth.

  My body is on fire. I can’t wait on his instructions any longer. With my legs open wide, I use one hand to spread myself and the other one to rub my clit. I hold his gaze and watch desire dance around in his eyes. He grabs the head of his thick cock and spreads the precum, slowly stroking up and down.

  “Rub harder, baby. I need you to come.”

  My fingers move faster, desperate to please him. I can’t stop staring. Everything about him consumes me. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought of him before this moment. The club, this room, his eyes – he was my heaven in hell.

  My body is ravenous for him. With old emotions bubbling to the surface, my greed is at an all-time high. As I watch him continuously stroke himself, my eyes indulge in the man in front of me. One more touch and I will burst.

  “Now, nena.”

  “Oh, God.” My orgasm rocks me. From head to toe my body pulsates from pleasure.

  I close my eyes and let my head fall backwards. Taking a deep breath, I exhale loudly and let my body sink into the couch.

  “Nena,” I hear him whisper, his warm breath tickling my face, bringing me back to reality. He’s close and I’m not alone. What have I done?

  Reality settles in and my head and body begin to wage a war against one another. Adrenaline races through my veins as guilt simultaneously settles in my stomach. I want to bask in my post-orgasmic haze and replay every touch. Every kiss. Every moment of unforgivable bliss. Outside these walls, responsibility and routine fill my days. Monotony has become my safety net. Convincing myself the past never happened; a new name, different hair colour, and numbness instead of emotion have guaranteed that nena can’t be found. Until now.

  For the first time since walking in this room, I think of Cage. My Cage. His eyes are the darkest of browns, yet they always manage to shine with so much light. The way he looks at me, filled with adoration and reverence. His heart is pure and his soul is mine. With him I feel clean, whole, and untainted.

  Will we ever come back from this?

  I know he can see through me, no matter how much I try to hide. The cracks are showing, and the debauchery and deceit are making their presence known, screaming at me loudly. There is a fine line between want and need, the difference between addiction and infatuation, and the way my mind unconsciously gravitates to everything I’ve tried to stay away from.

  Acknowledging his patience, I finally open my eyes and we stare at each other. This is that moment in your life that changes everything. The decision that maps out the rest of your life. The presence of good, bad, and free will.

  I’ve worked too hard to fuck up now. Like before, I’ll continue to repress. Internalize. I don’t really need this.

  Hastily I stand up, unbalanced, disorientated but determined. “I have to go,” I mumble to myself. I put my clothes on. With robotic movements I clip all my clasps and zip all my zippers. Like a hunter watching his prey, he stares as I put my clothes on. Not moving. In minutes, my clothes are in place and I can almost convince myself that nothing happened.

  I try not to be distracted by his stare or confused by his silence. It’s better this way; I don’t want to be lured back in with a soliloquy of sweet seduction. Like a ticking time bomb, the clock started the minute I walked into this room. This is my only chance to cut the wires and avoid decimation.

  Turning away from him, I stalk towards the door. My body feels lighter with every step I take, closer to the new me, closer to my safety net. Done with the temptation, I place my hand on the cold, silver door handle and press down. Before I can pull the door open, his arm flies past the side of my head and slams the door back shut, my hair is being pulled with his other hand and my head snaps backwards. Heat and tension radiate off his body.

  “It was great watching you think you were leaving here before I fucked you,” he murmurs.

  HIM

  I’ve got her hair pulled so tight the length of her neck is exposed. Her veins are stretched and the thrum of her pulse visible. If I could fuck her like this I would, but I love the chase. I want to play hunter and prey. Coax her and then pounce. Remind her that there is no shame in what we do in here. There’s no harm bringing the past and the future together. I need to show her what we can be. One time, where hopeless can be hopeful.

  “I have to go,” she tells me. I can feel her moving her head forward, trying to pull her hair out of my grip.

  “Go where?” I growl. I slowly release her hair from my tight hold and watch as she maneuvers her neck back to a normal position. Her hand reaches for the door handle and I grab her and twist her body to face me. Her head is down and she refuses to look at me.

  I grab hold of her chin and tilt her head up, waiting till her eyes meet mine, “I asked you, where do you have to go?”

  “I don’t want to do this,” she seethes. Her fingers circle around my wrist; she holds on tight and squeezes. She tries to push away my hand but her attempts are futile. I will always be stronger.

  I ignore her desperation to get away from me. I won’t hurt her, but sometimes we like it rough.

  I release my hold on her chin and let my fingers lightly graze their way down to where her dress strap sits on top of her collarbone. “All your clothes are back on. It looks like we’re going to have to start from the beginning,” I tell her. I stop touching her and stand back. I’m expecting her to run, but she surprises me and remains in front of me.

  “What are you going to do about it?” I ask. I hook my arm behind my back and pull my top off over my head, throwing it to the side of the room. My pants are already unbuttoned. I push them down, step out of the legs and kick them to the side with my shirt. My eyes are focused on her, waiting for a reaction. I’m naked an
d soon enough she will take notice. After all that foreplay my dick is hard and ready. I can hear her breathing start to pick up, but I don’t acknowledge it. Her eyes roam, they stop for a second too long on my cock, and then I notice she licks her lips and looks me straight in the eye.

  “Or would you rather get on your knees and let me fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.” I wink.

  She pulls her body back and shoves both hands at me, trying to push me out of the way. “I told you, I don’t want to do this. Why can’t you just let it go?”

  My body doesn’t move. “Baby, what you’re telling me and what your body is screaming at me, don’t match up.” I stalk back towards her. “Now, get back on that couch or I’m going to tie you to that stripper pole that I know you love so much and fuck you till you can’t stand straight,” I threaten. “One way or another, it’s going to happen.”

  I’m watching her assess the situation, trying to decide how she’s going to get out of here. I show her the most patience I have ever shown anyone. If it wasn’t for the fact that I can’t shake the memories of how we fuck, I would’ve made her walk right back where she came from. I miss this too. The void needs filling. I’ve tried everything to make it go away but after years of suppressing it – her, here in this room, there’s no way I’m not taking everything I can. This might be my one and only chance.

  Explosive, rough, and fierce.

  Finally, I see a flicker in her eyes and it gives me all the permission I need. As I turn to the pile of clothes on the floor, she makes her way to the pole and begins to undress. I reach for the clothes and find my pants. I take out both the turquoise and black satin dress ties that I never leave the house without.

  She stands in front of the silver pole and holds her hands out, waiting for me to tie her up. Even though I know standing there reminds her of hell, she looks ethereal, angelic and innocent – everything this moment is not. I gently pull her hands to my mouth and kiss both her wrists.

  “It will be worth it, Nena, I promise,” I whisper.

  Still holding her wrists, together we walk backwards till her back touches the pole. Her body breaks out in goosebumps from the cold metal. I raise her arms above her head and I skillfully tie her wrists to the pole. I then blindfold her with the black tie.

  I step back and watch as her body is offered up to me. Like a sacrificial lamb, she is now at my mercy. Her heavy breathing, the red hue covering her stretched, tight body – she’s ready and I feel like a fucking god.

  I begin to kiss her behind her ears and move my lips down her neck. The silence in the room amplifies the sexual tension and does nothing to ease her anticipation. I bite, kiss and lick my way down her whole body, with such tenderness – I worship all of her. If this is the one time we both get to be back here, then I need to show her that the two worlds she has created for herself can coexist. It doesn’t need to be a choice of me or him. She can have it all.

  My mouth has touched her whole body, from head to toe; there isn’t an inch of skin that doesn’t know that she is the love of my life.

  I stand up, my dick throbbing – it’s show time. I turn her around and her back is flush with my front. I bury my head in between her neck and her shoulder and lick. My hands pinch and pull at her nipples and my cock settles in between her plump ass cheeks. I can feel her body bending forward, I release one of her tits and use my hand to push her forward more. I grab hold of myself and let the head of my cock slide up and down her pussy; she’s ready for me.

  In one fluid movement, I bend down and whisper in her ear, “Remember, I love you.” I ram my cock in her cunt. She moans, and I still. Fuck. I’ve missed this. I need to move but I don’t want this to end.

  HER

  “Fuuuuuccckkkk,” he groans. Both hands grip my waist as he slams into me from behind. His words are still ringing in my ears; he loves me. Somewhere along the way it seems I forgot that. I forgot the depth of his love. The intensity and that when he said forever, he meant it.

  The fight between push and pull continues with every stroke. There’s no escaping this. I’m here, in this moment and every moment we’ve had before. Thoughts I’ve kept locked up and hidden, explode underneath my eyelids. The memories cause a shiver to run through my body and goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. A smack across my bare ass cheek causes my body to jolt.

  “I’m just bringing you back, baby.” he tells me. I can feel him smirking at his not-so-subtle way of reminding me who’s in charge.

  He teeters on the edge of rough and refined; mixing between the two, we find a rhythm that is both familiar and yet, so very different. With each thrust, the euphoric sensation rises. He pushes harder and harder and I’m in deeper and deeper.

  “This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” he says with clenched teeth. Sliding in and out, his thick cock hits the spot every time. I feel so full and complete, there’s no denying he owns me.

  He slaps my ass again. It’s a warning.

  “Yes. Yes, it’s yours,” I whimper. His large palm connects with my already reddened skin.

  “What’s mine?” he growls.

  “This pussy. My pussy. It’s yours.”

  He stills and slides himself out. My breathing is loud and heavy, my panting filling the silence in the room. He bends his body flush with mine and takes hold of my wrists. He slides them up the pole and guides both our bodies into an upright position. With one hand behind my head and the other on my wrists, he simultaneously unties the blindfold and the satin holding my hands together.

  Even though he’s massaging the stiffness out of my wrists, his eyes are locked on mine, “Can I trust you without the tie?” he asks. I nod. At this point in time, I’m a puppet and he is the master. Pulling all the strings, the outcome known only to him. “Lift your arms up above your head and hold onto the pole with your hands,” he instructs. “Don’t let go.”

  I do as he says and wait to see what he does next. With both hands he holds my face, ensuring I can’t look anywhere but at him. He lowers his mouth to mine and with such finesse he kisses me. It starts off as little pecks, from one corner of my mouth to the other. I feel his tongue caress my upper lip and I can’t help but moan into his mouth. My hands are clenched around the pole, holding on for dear life. Delicate and tender, I have to use all my strength to not release my hold and deepen the kiss.

  As if he can read my mind, his tongue makes its way into my mouth and like the striking of a match, it lights the flame. Matching stroke for stroke, with no words, his mouth tells me everything I need to know. Hungrier for more, the kiss loses its warmth and desperation sets in. My body is on fire. I pull back and lower my hands to his cheeks. His face in my hands and with clarity I tell him, “I need you.”

  He kisses me and murmurs into my mouth simultaneously, “Hands back up, baby.” I get back into position and with both hands on my upper thighs, he lifts one of my legs off the ground and viciously drives his cock into me. “This is it, baby.”

  My hands and arms are holding me up and I’m pressed back up on the pole. His self-restraint has vanished, and he’s fucking me with reckless abandon. He’s so deep I can’t breathe, but I want more.

  “From here on out, there’s no turning back,” he tells me. “No more running.”

  He uses his free hand and tweaks my hard nipple. “I need to taste these.” Bending his head, he fastens his mouth onto my round breast. With every brush of his tongue, I grind my hips into his, desperate to get closer.

  “My hands,” I plead. “I need them, please.” He kisses me and drowns me out. I feel his hands on my arms dragging them down. He’s locked his lips on to mine, his tongue mimicking the motion of his dick. With my hands free to move, I wrap my arms around his neck and let my fingers weave themselves into his hair. Loosening the kiss, I move my mouth to his neck.

  Peppering his neck with nips, kisses and licks, I try to reciprocate the attention he’s given me and my body. “Nena, baby,” he says breathlessly. “You know how much I love your tongue on me. If y
ou keep doing that…” He can’t even finish the sentence and I know it’s time to throw the match and let our bodies’ burn.

  I let my nose graze the length of his neck. I reach his ear and bite the lobe. His grip on my cheeks tighten and he pumps into me ferociously. Every touch is littered with pain, and I bite harder at the thought. “Come on, baby, let’s bring it home,” he pants. I close my eyes and lean back on the pole. Touching my nipples, I alternate between pinching and pulling, getting lost in the overwhelming sensation at the pit of my stomach.

  “Open your eyes, baby, and let me look at you when you come.” We stare at each other, and I hope everything I see in his eyes is mirrored in mine. Love and lust consume us. He reaches for my clit and my body tenses.

  “Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” I incoherently try and string a sentence together. “I need to come. Please let me come. I can’t hold on any longer.” His fingers skillfully continue to rub my sensitive bundle of nerves. Faster and faster. “Fuck, baby I can feel you clenching my cock.”

  My orgasm is within reach but I don’t want it without him. “Come with me Cage, please.”

  “Damn, I love hearing my name come out of your mouth. Say it again,” he insists.

  “Cage.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he responds.

  “Cage, I need to come,” I moan.

  “Come on, Ava baby, let me hear you scream my name, while I feel you drip all over my dick.” With one last long push, he groans and I scream, “Cage!”

  We both explode. I feel his release surge inside of me and the aftershocks rock my body. Intoxicated by ecstasy, we hold each other and come down from this unexpected high. There’s so much to think and talk about, but right now we’re not moving. Rooted in this moment, I bask in the reality of what has just happened. Everything has changed and yet nothing is different.

  I should’ve known he loved me unconditionally. Every. Single. Version. Of. Me.