My eyes itch. I need to scratch my eyes. Someone needs to scratch my eyes. Scratch my eyes and give me a drink. If I have a drink, it will make me pee. I don’t want a drink. All I need is my eyes scratched. That’s’ it. If someone would come scratch my eyes, I would be fine. If someone could scratch my eyes, they could untie me, so it wouldn’t matter.
If someone untied me or scratched my eyes, they would see me naked. No, that’s not going to happen. No one except for Erik is seeing me naked. I didn’t need anything. I could lay here for a lot longer and need absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. There was blindfolding me, tying my arms, and then he left. That’s when…no, wait. We had salad. And then we came into the room. And then, there was the blindfolding. And. I counted to six hundred. Six hundred seconds is sixty minutes, there’s sixty minutes in an hour, so I counted for an hour.
I have been here, tied up for hours. What did I do? Did I make him mad at me? Did I deserve this?
What did I do? When did I make him mad? When?
We ate sushi on Tuesday, and on the way here, I sucked his cock in the car. He didn’t cum. We got here, and we had sex, and fell asleep on the couch. On Sunday we watched movies. I didn’t do anything on Sunday that was bad.
Oh, maybe the blowjob in the car? Maybe it was that. Maybe I made him mad because I didn’t make him cum. He came when we had sex. Before we fell asleep on the couch. But maybe he wanted me to make him cum in the car. I don’t ever want him to be mad at me. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me, ever. I didn’t make him cum in the car when we left the sushi place.
That’s it, this is punishment. I deserve it, I am so stupid. I should have demanded we stay in the parking garage until he came. He wanted to cum, and I didn’t do it. I gave up too early. It was a test and I failed. I am so stupid. God, I am so stupid. I am so sorry, Erik. I am so, so sorry.
Wait. Six hundred seconds. That’s six hundred seconds. That’s. There’s sixty seconds in a minute, so divide. Divide. Divide six hundred by sixty. Sixty goes into six hundred. Ten.
Ten.
Ten what?
Six hundred seconds.
Ten fucking minutes. You’re such an idiot. You’ve been here ten minutes. Well, no. You’ve been here ten minutes, plus everything else.
Thirty minutes.
Maybe an hour.
This was so disappointing. Not Erik, but me. I was so disappointed in myself that I didn’t make him cum that day in the car. How stupid am I?
God, please make Erik come back. No, God, please let Erik forgive me for being so stupid. No, no…no. Stop. Stop. I’m not stupid. Well, I am stupid, but I don’t want to say ‘stupid’ in a prayer.
God, please let Erik forgive for making the mistakes that I so easily make. Let me be a better person, and make good decisions for Erik, like a good girl. Let Erik see that I am not a bad girl, and that I always want to do whatever I can to make him happy, above all. Above all except you, God. In your name, Amen.
I woke up. I think I woke up. I may have been asleep. Maybe I wasn’t asleep. I am not sure what is going on. I’m hearing noises. There’s someone in the kitchen. Oh my God. Someone is in the kitchen.
It’s got to be Erik. He came to untie me. My punishment is over.
What if it’s not Erik?
Lay here and be quiet. Be quiet in case it’s not Erik. Be quiet, Kelli. Be quiet.
The footsteps are getting closer. Someone is in the room, I can hear them breathing. It’s really dark, maybe they won’t see me.
I felt a hand on my thigh, and I twitched.
“Erik?”
“Erik, is that you?”
“Erik?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Motherfucker, if Erik finds out you were here, he’s going to fucking kill you. Erik Ead, he’s a fucking bad-ass, and he’s going to cut your fucking throat, do you hear me?”
I felt a finger on my face. It was on my lips. I spit at it.
“Get your hands off of me, asshole. I am serious, he’s going to find you, and he’s going to cut you in little fucking bitty pieces.”
The hand covered my mouth. I felt pressure on the bed, and heard breathing next to my head. By my face.
“Shhhhhh,” the voice said.
“Shhhhhh,” it said again.
I felt a hand on my thigh. It moved closer to the inside of my thigh. It slowly creased against my pussy. I felt a finger touch my pussy lips.
Oh my God, I am soaked. I am so wet. Why am I wet? I shouldn’t be wet. I shouldn’t. I can’t see this person. It isn’t Erik. It is Erik, Erik is playing a game. What if it’s not Erik? Cross your legs, Kelli. Cross your legs.
I can’t cross my legs…they are tied to the bed posts.
Fuck.
The finger slid into my wet pussy. Oh God. It is so wet. I could feel the wet dripping down my crotch and in between my butt cheeks.
Oh God, this isn’t happening.
The finger slid in and out, slowly. In and out. Another finger started to tickle my clit, while the finger was sliding in and out of my pussy.
Oh God, no. This feels so good. Why does it feel so good? I have no idea who this is. Oh God.
Another finger is starting to slide in. Oh God. Oh God. It is so wet, and so tight. His fingers are huge. My stomach muscles tightened and released, then again. I pulled my hands against the restraints, but I could not move. As I pulled against the restrains, my muscles tightened, and contracted. I stopped fighting, and let him…
Oh God. Yes. Slide them in and out. Oh my God. In and out. Slowly fuck me with those fingers. Please make me cum. Make me cum. Slowly.
The other finger was rubbing my clit, and getting a faster rhythm. The fingers were sliding in and out faster. Oh God. He’s going to make me cum. Oh my God.
The fingers sliding in and out feel so good.
I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.
I bit my lower lip as I felt myself start to climax. My stomach muscles tightened, and my body jumped up and down on the bed as I came over and over and over. This was insane.
Holy fuck, I am still cumming. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
As I started to cum, his fingers began to slide in and out faster, and so deep I could feel his hand against me when they slid all the way in. Faster and faster, they slid in and out. I continued to have orgasm after orgasm.
Fuck yes. Keep fingering that pussy. Fucking slide those fingers….Oh God, yes.
In and out…..Yes, in and….oh, my God.
Yes. Yes.
Yes. Deeper. Oh fuck. God. Yes. Holy God.
I have never felt an orgasm like that. I could feel the cum running down my inner thighs and onto the bed as his fingers slid in and out. I felt wet under my butt. The fingers kept sliding in and out. Slowing down, but sliding in and out. I could hear my wetness.
Wet, slippery sounds as they slid in and out, his pace beginning to slow down.
He’s moving in between my legs. I can feel his thighs between my legs.
Oh God, he is huge. The head is pressing against my lips. It’s not going to fit. There’s no way. Oh. My. God. Please stop, you’re going to rip me.
Oh. My. God. He’s in. It feels sooooo good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me like a dirty whore. Fuck my little slut pussy. Fuck me hard.
He began to find his rhythm. In and out. His fingers touched my nipples. I flinched, and squeaked. No, Kelli, be quiet, he said to “shhhh”.
His cock feels so good. He’s going inside of me so deep. I can feel his balls against my butt crack when he goes all the way in. Oh my God, his cock is so long, I can feel it in my chest. Fuck yes, yes…fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me.
I could feel every inch of his cock. Sliding in deep, and sliding back out, all the way out. The soft tip piercing my lips again, and sliding in slowly…It was so dark, and I could feel so much of his cock…the friction.
God, fuck me….holy fucking…fucking fuck, yes. Oh God, yes.
Harder. De
eper. All the way in. Pinch my nipples. Squeeze my huge tits. Suck them.
“Suck my tits, bite my nipples, suck them,” I screamed.
“Shhhh,” the voice said.
“No, suck them. Suck my titties. Bite my nipples. Squeeze them. Fuck me harder. Fuck me….oh God, please fuck me…”
I felt his hands around my neck. They began to squeeze my neck as he continued fucking me. Tighter and tighter they squeezed.
Oh God, I like this. It’s so exciting. God, I fucking love this. Choke me. Choke me. Fuck me harder. Shove me full of cock and choke me. God yes.
His hands squeezed harder, and held my neck tight.
As he held my neck firm, he pounded in and out of my pussy. His cock sliding inside of me made me feel as if I was being fucked for the last time in my life. One last time. This. Felt. So. Good.
Please, keep fucking me.
He began to fuck me harder and harder, faster, deeper, and found a new rhythm. He was going so deep, his balls were hitting my butt crack and I could feel him all the way up to my throat. I felt relief for a second as he slid out, and then he would slide right back in…Oh, God, I can’t take this. He bit my nipple….and bit the other.
Back and forth, his mouth on my nipples. Licking and sucking…nibbling.
In and out. In and out…Oh, my God. Yes, fuck me.
I’m going to cum again, oh fuck, here it comes. I am going to cum. God yes. Squeeze my neck you son-of-a-bitch. Oh my fucking God, yes. Go….go…..go….make me cum….go…go….fuck yes, fuck me.
He kept up the rhythm, slowly sliding in and out, I began to climax, and I started to cum. It felt as if I were being electrocuted from the inside out - slowly and softly as I continued to have small orgasms from the outside…and it increased as he thrust in and out. The electricity got more and more intense, and he began to…
“Oh my fucking God….Yes, oh please keep fuck me…” I screamed
“I’m cumming….oh, God, I am going to cum…I am cumming…again….oh God…..I’m cumming….again……again…oh. God….”
I felt his cock begin to swell, and he began to cum…..his warm cum shot out of his cock like it came from a gun. Oh God it felt so good. He slowed down as he came, and buried himself deeper, he was throbbing and convulsing inside of me…small spurts of warmth inside with each convulsion.
As he came, I came with him, hard. “Holyyyyy Fuckkkkkkkk.
“Oh, my….”
“God.”
I could feel his shirt on my bare chest and stomach. It felt like silk. It was skin tight. Smooth. I could feel his chest muscles, and his rippled stomach. He was huge. He covered my entire body.
I felt him slowly side out. His weight shifted on the bed. And then the bed was free of all weight.
His lips press against my lips. Softly they kissed me, and were gone.
Fingers on my face. Sliding to my cheeks. My blindfold sliding…
Oh wow. So bright. I can’t see. I’m fucking blind. Jesus, I went blind. Bright. So bright.
I blinked my eyes. I could see a halo of a man in front of me. A shadow. A silhouette. I blinked again. And again. I focused my eyes, and blinked again.
“Erik?!”
“You didn’t sound very certain,” he said, laughing.
“Well, I couldn’t see you, I was blind for a minute, I knew it was you,” I assured him.
“Did you?” he asked, still laughing softly.
“Yes, I could tell by your touch, your cock, your smell,”
“I purposely didn’t wear cologne here tonight, and when I left, I went to the basement and put on different cologne,” he said.
“Well, I could smell you,” I said, “You have a scent, and I know it.”
“Okay, I’m sure you do, baby girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.
As he kissed me, he reached up and unbuckled each of my arms. Surprisingly, they didn’t hurt. I reached around him, and held him in my arms. As I held him, he sat up, and pulled me with him. As we sat on the bed, he reached behind him, and unbuckled my ankles.
I raised my legs above his thighs, and wrapped them around him. My arms around his neck, I held him tight.
“Did I make you mad the other night?” I asked.
“Nope,” he responded quickly.
“Well, wait. You don’t even know when I am taking about. This was the night…”
“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I have never been mad at you,” he responded.
“Okay, well, did I disappoint…”
“Nope, same answer, you’ve never disappointed me,” he said sharply.
“Never, not once,” I asked, excitedly.
“Not one time baby girl,” he responded.
I felt warm inside. I hugged him and held him tight. I had so much to say. So much to tell him. I held him in my arms. He held me, his hands sliding up and down my back slowly, pulling me closer to him.
Love that is developed….
ERIK. As I pulled my bike in and parked it beside Teddy’s, I look at the patio. He was sitting where we were seated the last time we were here. He turned and watched me as I shut it off and pulled the key from the ignition. As I began to walk toward the patio, he stood up and walked to the patio entrance.
As soon as I got to the entrance, he shook my hand, and embraced me in a hug.
“How’s it going, brother?” I asked.
“It’s all good,” he responded.
I walked to the table where he was sitting and sat down in the same seat I sat in the last time. That is one thing I never quite understood or complained about either. With bikers, when we frequented places, wherever it is that you sit in an establishment, it is always your seat. If we went into an establishment for the first time, and I sat in the third seat from the left at the second table from the end, that seat would become my seat. The next time we went there, if someone tried to sit there, one of the fella’s would say, “Hey, that’s Doc’s seat”. Strange, but comforting in the same respect.
“I ordered you water and I got a beer. I just got here myself,” Teddy said.
“I heard your exhaust crackling as soon as I shut my bike off, I knew you hadn’t been here long,” I said as I motioned to his bike.
“Ride it like you stole it, you know how I do it, Doc,” he said, smiling.
I shook my head.
“So, how’s Heather?” I asked.
“She’s god damn good, Doc,” Teddy responded, nodding his head.
“Good, you guys actually get along?” I asked.
“Oh hell, Doc, all we been doin’ is fucking for the last few weeks. She fucks me silly. Gets those big titties out, gets on top of me, and she just rides my meat like she’s getting’ paid,” he said, laughing.
“Do you guys get along?” I asked.
“Shit, I just told ya,” he said, scowling at me like I was an idiot.
“What’s her last name?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows.
“Middle name?”
He raised his eyebrows again, and shook his head.
“Birthday?”
“Fuck Doc, we been fuckin’, not filling out applications for employment. I ain’t got no goddamned idea what her fuckin’ name is - beyond Heather. Wouldn’t know that had you not told me. I don’t know where she lives, when her birthday is, or nothing. I know this, she’s six foot fucking two, and her titties are 34 J’s. I looked at her bra.
“Jesus, J’s?” I asked.
“Yep, J’s,” Teddy responded, smiling as he nodded his head in an exaggerated fashion.
“Biggest fuckers I ever seen. They’re crazy big. And, she ain’t got no kids, so they’re still good and high. Well, as high as a ten pound titty can be.”
“Well, that’s good, I suppose,” I said, laughing.
“How’s baby girl,” Teddy asked.
“She’s good. She’s a damn good girl. She may be around for a bit,” I said, waiting to
see how Teddy would respond.
“Well, if she makes you happy, Doc, it makes me happy.”
“Hey, you hear about A-Train?” Teddy asked.
“Well, I heard there was some mess with him and his wife, but that’s it,” I answered.
“Listen to this. Lemme see. Okay, Train’s wife was hanging out with that friend of his, Steve. They’re going to lunch, getting a coffee, and shit like that. So, people start telling Train, Hey, Steve’s fuckin’ your girl. Train tells ‘em all, Nope. I don’t believe it. This was maybe a month ago, from the way I heard it,” Teddy said, stopping as the waitress walked out.
The waitress delivered our drinks, and left menu’s at the table.
“Where’s Heather?” I asked.
“Working inside. She ain’t got the patio today. Okay, so this goes on for a bit, people telling Train that his girl’s being laid by his buddy Steve. He tells ‘em bullshit. So, I guess a week ago, maybe two, Train pulls her aside one night. They’re at home. He asks her, you fucking Steve? She tells him no. He says he can tell by looking at her she’s telling a damn lie. He asks her again, she starts balling. Admits to fucking Steve for a few months,” Teddy stopped and took a gulp from his beer.
“So, he tells her, okay, it ain’t that big of a deal. He says they can get through this. Work it out. Tells her to agree to stop fucking Steve. She agrees, and begs Train to not beat Steve’s ass. Train agrees. Now I am telling you, I’d a beat the brakes off that motherfucker if he had fucked my girl. But, you know A-Train; he’s all about giving a guy a chance. Guy. Girl. Hell, anybody. Heaven help a motherfucker crosses him twice, though,” he took another gulp from his beer, swallowed, and took a breath.
“Let me get this straight…he caught her fucking Steve - or she admitted to it, and he said they could work it out?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Yeah, wait. There’s a bunch more. So…a few weeks or maybe a week or whatever passes, and she don’t come home from work. Sends Train a text. Says she’s working late – which she does often. But it’s a Friday, so Train wonders. He says he gets to wondering why work Friday night and not Saturday or Sunday morning. You know how he’s always thinking, he’s slick…”
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