My Body-Mine

by Blakely Bennett

  “Oh Chase, oh, I don’t think I can wait, oh fuck, that’s so good.”

  “You start … I’m right behind you,” he grunted out.

  He pounded into me as I wrapped my hands around his neck, completely lost in his eyes. “Yessssss,” I shouted out, “oh god, oh Chase … don’t stop, oh you fuck me so good, please baby, now!”

  I convulsed around his shaft and carried his orgasm along with mine. Chase’s guttural noises stirred me. No intelligible words came along with his grunts and groans but his ecstasy was apparent. For the first time in my life, my orgasmic release was not a solitary experience. Never breaking eye contact, I felt the energy of our coupling crackle around us, making me feel elated and stimulated instead of spent. Chills overtook us as we tried to recover our breath.

  I melted against his chest, hearing his ragged heartbeat.

  “That was fucking incredible. Wow,” Chase said.

  “Yeah,” I whispered.

  We stumbled to the bed, where we lay facing each other.

  “Thank you for coming to me,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face.

  “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  “I think you hurt my ego more than anything else, but the spanking helped a lot.”

  I laughed. “Did it now?”

  “Most definitely.”

  I loved the man before me in a new way. I silently thanked everyone who came before him, who led me to that very day.

  Breaking the silence, Chase said, “Tell me something that you’ve always wanted to do sexually but haven’t experienced.”

  “I’d really like to feel what it’s like to squirt. Janice did when she and I played one time. Have you ever been with someone who could?”

  “No, but I sure would love to. Tell me what to do.”

  “I’m honestly not sure. I gushed a bit with Marcello … Hey, don’t give me that look! I’m here with you.”

  “You’re right, and I’m sure after I have you to myself for a while we can share all those kinds of things, but for now …”

  “Fair enough. Janice left me a gift I wouldn’t mind trying, and she said the first time she squirted she used the same kind of toy … anally.”

  He jerked up in bed and said, “Oh fuck, yes. Where is it? Do we need to go to your place?”

  “It’s in my purse.” I laughed.

  “That’s convenient!”

  “A mere coincidence.”

  “Uh-huh, right, whatever you say,” he teased.

  “We’ll need some lube and you’ll need to stretch me out a bit first I think. Olive oil?”

  “Are we making a salad?”

  I cracked up. “Do you have some?”

  “Sure,” he said.

  “Well go get it and some towels too, and I’ll grab the glass toy from my purse.”

  We reconvened on the bed and spread out a couple layers of bath towels. My whole body flamed in excitement, and Chase looked equally turned on, his cock raring to go.

  I lay down and lifted my knees up and open for Chase, who crouched between them. After he covered his fingers in oil, he rubbed them around my anus.

  “Oh, that feels good,” I said. I situated a few pillows under my head, which raised me up so I could watch him touch me.

  He slowly thrust his middle finger past my anal sphincter and moaned along with me. “Jesus, Jane. Will you let me put my cock in there too? Oh fuck,” he muttered. I could see precum gathering at the head of his erect penis.

  “Yes, anytime you want to baby,” I whispered as he plunged his finger in deeper and circled around. “Oh … oh,” I cried.

  He then drizzled the oil over the six inch glass dildo, rubbing some more on my opening. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes,” I muttered, stimulated as never before. The anticipation had my body humming before he had even begun.

  He inserted the head of the glass phallus into me and I yelped. “Oh god, slowly, it’s so cold, oh … oh … oh!”

  “Should I stop?” he said, sounding concerned.

  “Definitely not!”

  “Okay, oh nice,” he said with a chuckle.

  Capturing the wetness from my drenched pussy, I rubbed it around my clit as Chase slowly pushed the first few inches of my new toy in and out of my anus. The ferocity of the experience had awakened every single nerve ending in my body. I began to writhe against the invasion.

  “Oh, god! Oh fuck. That’s so damn intense.”

  He watched me squirm and lash as I massaged my swollen clit. The sensation of needing to pee came and quickly abated and I believed we were on the right track.

  “Jane, you’re so fucking hot and sexy, and you’re making one of my hottest fantasies come true,” he said as he forced more of the length of the cold glass intruder into my ass.

  His slow strokes coupled with pearling over my most susceptible spot quickly brought me right to the edge of a wave ready to suck me down in its undertow. I tried to moderate my breathing, but found myself holding my breath.

  “Oh Chase, oh help me, oh god, oh yes, I’m so close, please, oh god. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee,” I screamed, as the wonderful rampage lifted me over the crests of the surging wave, rising up, dipping down and rising even higher over the next one. My body convulsed uncontrollably, and the squirts began to fire. The endless orgasm continued to slash through me as I watched Chase being drenched by my ejaculate. He then lowered his mouth to taste me and drink in my marrow. I sank into the bed as if gravity itself lay upon me and left the world behind.

  “Fuck, oh man, I have never seen anything like that. I’m … I’m … I’m beyond flabbergasted.” He started laughing.

  “Flabbergasted?” I chucked, my eyes still sealed shut. Although I floated in a sea of ecstasy, feeling like I could languish there forever, I also felt jazzed and energized. Finally peeling my lids apart, I saw the man of my dreams, gazing down on me.

  “You are the most gorgeous, sexy, kinky, debauched woman I’ve ever known and I’m dead in love with you,” he said to me, just before he kissed me deeply and passionately.

  “Thank you,” I murmured as he gently broke away. “I taste good on you.”

  “Yes, you most certainly do. Are you sore?” he asked.

  “No, not at all.”

  “Are you willing to try something for me?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I have another long-standing fantasy you can help me with.”

  “Oh?” I thrilled to rock his sexual world, and loved that after all I had been through, I could still share firsts with him.

  He lay down beside me on his back and lubed his already hard cock. I intuitively knew what he wanted. Straddling his waist, I aligned myself over his thickness, which he held up for me. As he penetrated my already stretched anus, I still had to negotiate the entirety of his shaft inside me.

  “Whoa, wow, that’s …” I said, at a loss for words.

  “Oh Jane, it won’t take me long. I’m already so close.”

  I wriggled myself against him, getting him as deeply seated as I could stand. Then I shifted back and forth over him, causing us both to grunt over the intrusion.

  He drew me toward him, wrapping his arms around my waist and conquering my mouth at the same time. My breath hitched when he began to thrust deeply into me as he held me tightly against his chest. In and out he ground and I felt encompassed, captured, and so wholly turned on by my new lover.

  In Chase’s arms I experienced a new, more intense orgasm coupled with the release of my gush that took us both by surprise as the warm liquid flowed between us.

  “I … love … you,” Chased grunted just before he came into me.

  He held me as we both floated and tried to catch our breath and regain our composure. Tears of joy fell from my eyes. I was, finally, home.

  My journey had led me to the right place, with the right man, and my body and mind finally stood united. The intensity of the physical connection with Chase coupled with the perfect meeting of mind
s allowed me to relax in a way I had never done before.

  After we recovered and cleaned up, we snuggled in bed together. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the two of us breathe.

  “So, have you moved into the beach house yet?” Chase asked.

  “No,” I said slowly.

  “Why not?”

  “Well … I … I had hoped you’d come live with me.”

  He scrunched his eyebrows and said, “First you keep me at a distance, taking it really slow, and now you want to move in together?” A smile played around his full lips, so I knew he was teasing. “Are you just plumb crazy?”

  “Bat shit nuts, but I figured you had my psyche sorted out by now.”

  “Hmmm. Well, since you seem to be a damsel in distress yet again … I suppose it’s my duty to rescue you.”

  “Does that mean yes?” I held in the excitement that threatened to spill over.

  A serious expression clouded his face, “I’d love to live with you, Jane, but do you think we can make the house our own? Or will it be too muddied by the past?”

  “Yeah, I think so. At least I believe we can if we’re together.”

  His radiant smile returned, crinkling his eyes. “I love you, and … yes, I can’t wait to live with you.”

  “Excellent! Woohoo! We have a lot of shopping to do, and if you don’t mind, I’d prefer we do the decorating ourselves,” I said, pointing to the odd chandelier hanging above.

  He rolled over onto me and started tickling. “I’m going to tell my mother you said that.”

  I laughed and tried to push him off. “Oh, no you don’t! What kind of a woman will she think I am?”

  “My woman,” he said.

  After snoozing and snuggling for a bit, we went over to the beach house to make a list and to decide what we would bring over from Chase’s condo. I definitely wanted the photo by the bar and the wicker loveseat.

  Opening the windows and French doors, we let the winter breeze fill the place. Having Chase with me felt so right and I knew we’d make the place a truly happy home.

  Ambling down the hall toward the bedrooms, Chase asked, “What’s in this room?” We stood in front of Luke’s closed office door.

  “Luke’s office and studio. I haven’t been in there yet,” I said.

  Chase, not waiting for an invitation, opened the door. The space stood empty except for the rack that used to hold Luke’s devices for discipline. My energy shifted when I noticed something hanging there. A chain with nipple clamps on the ends held an envelope.

  My breathing became erratic enough for Chase to notice. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said, “I’ll leave you alone for a few. Come get me when you’re ready.” As he encompassed me in his arms, I allowed myself to take strength from his embrace.

  “Thank you,” I said, feeling tremendously lucky and grateful for him. I’d finally found the kind of man who’d always take care of me while allowing me also to take care of myself.

  I unhooked each clamp to free the envelope. Shaking, I ran my finger along the edge. Taking out two cream colored pages; I sat on the floor against the wall, pulling my legs up toward me.

  Dearest Jane,

  The house has been packed up and I am left feeling gutted like our empty home.

  I’m sorry about so many things, but nothing more than waiting so long to say all the things I should have said to you long ago. Even on our last night together.

  I came to our relationship so guarded, and instead of letting you free me of some of the weight of my world, I tried to morph you into mine. You were beautiful and perfect the first time I met you, but I was too distant from myself and my emotions to have even a shred of sympathy for what I put you through.

  The last night at the party, it killed me to watch the others touch you, and yet that’s who I was and I didn’t know how to be different. When you said Marcello was more available, I saw red, and the pain of that rejection and all that I drank that night drove me to act in a way I never have before and never will again.

  I am not making excuses for what I did to you, and my relentless rejection and abandonment after the fact. What I am trying to say is that none of it was your fault. You are the most wonderful, giving, open woman I have ever known, and I will regret my choices for the rest of my life. Of that I have no doubt.

  You continue to amaze me because you offered me the forgiveness I can’t even offer myself. Thank you for giving me that last night. It pained me to have to walk away from you, but it also reduced some of the guilt that haunts me.

  I want to thank you for sending Janice my way. I don’t know if we will end up together, but we both seem to need time to regroup and we know each other well.

  I just finished your memoir, which has motivated me to write this letter. You’re an amazing writer and I hope you stick with it.

  If you ever need anything, no matter how big or small, I will make it happen.

  Wishing you all the love you deserve,

  Luke

  Tears fell as I pushed myself away from the wall. I ambled out of the room to find Chase. Tremendous relief washed over me at the sight of my new love. He lounged in the breeze on the far side of the deck and upon hearing my approach, stood with his arms spread wide. Snuggling in tight, I knew I had found good love, the long lasting kind this time. I silently thanked Luke for his letter, feeling strong and ready to embark on my future.

  EPILOGUE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  I checked myself out in the mirror as I hooked a silver pendant earring in each ear. I pulled the front of my hair away from my face, letting the long brown waves flow down my back. At the last second, I’d decided to go fresh, without panties, just in case Chase got creative. The mid-length flirty cream chiffon dress with a one-shoulder neckline was the perfect choice for the late spring sun. Yellow satin wrapped around the dress just under my breasts, with a silver embellishment off to the right side. The fluttery hemline, my favorite part, shimmied as I moved. I slipped into my cream-colored high-heeled sandals and set off to find Chase.

  Chase looked more than handsome in his dark suit. He glanced up as he heard me approach, placing the newspaper to the side.

  “Holy smokes, you look lovely.”

  “Thank you,” I said, swiveling my hips from side to side. “You don’t look bad yourself. You clean up nice.” I perched on his lap and straightened his tie. “How much time do we have?”

  “We should probably get going. You need to be there early to help Sandy get ready and your mother wants to introduce us to Georgia before the wedding starts.”

  “This is crazy wild. I’m so excited to meet her.” I stood and smoothed my hem.

  “I know you are. Before we go, I wanted to remind you what day it is.”

  “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, but blushed anyway.

  “Whenever I say,” he insisted.

  “I haven’t forgotten. Let’s go,” I said, reaching for his hand.

  * * * *

  Watching Sandy and Jason marry and my mother dance with Georgia, I realized that my life had come full circle. I didn’t miss the insanity of my relationships with Luke and Marcello. In its place I’d found peace and comfort as well as incredible sex. Chase was right when he said I could have both.

  “Would you care to dance?” Chase said to my mother, leaving Georgia and me alone for the first time.

  After meeting Georgia, I understood my mother’s transformation. Her eyes sparkled, and she held herself with the grace of an athlete. Her short gray hair spiked at the top and her earrings, bracelets, necklace, and rings screamed “spiritual hippie.” What an odd pairing, I thought.

  “I know your mother promised that she wouldn’t read your memoir, but I—” Georgia said as she leaned in toward me.

  “You read it?” I said, my mouth hanging open in surprise.

  “Yes, and I must say, you’re an incredibly brave, strong woman and an awe-inspiring author. I told your mother that, but not the details of
the story. She doesn’t want to know.”

  “That’s a relief.”

  “You should know, she’s very proud of you and is thrilled you’re living with Chase.”

  “He’s definitely a keeper,” I said, looking out at him as he spun my mother around in a traditional waltz.

  “Yes, he is. You know,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, “I was a Girl Scout for many years.”

  “Oh?” I said, drawing my attention back to Georgia.

  “My favorite badge was in knot tying,” she said with a wink.

  I laughed hysterically, just as Chase and my mother rejoined our table.

  “What’s so funny?” my mother asked.

  “Oh, you don’t want to know,” I said, grateful that the band had started playing our favorite song, prompting Chase to lead me away onto the dance floor.

  “What was that about?” Chase asked.

  “I think Georgia was implying she’s into bondage, but I must have misunderstood,” I said, shaking my head.

  He opened his eyes wide, and we both giggled.

  “Did you request ‘Under Pressure?’ ” I asked.

  “But of course,” he said, “although we might need to pick a new favorite song should we decide to marry.”

  I smiled up at him as the music overtook us and we swayed to the beat.

  Whispering in my ear, he said, “Right after this song.” And I knew what he meant.

  Making eye contact with my mother, I could feel her love and contentment. Each of us reveled in the other’s happiness. Although I’d never reconciled with my father, my mother and I had surprisingly become friends.

  Parker and Andre danced nearby, and I rejoiced to have both of them in our world. Andre and I found better footing and I grew to respect the loyalty he felt for Chase.

  Chase led me away from the music, and I willingly followed him to the gate house that held bathrooms and a coatroom for the wedding reception.