Touch Series

by Lucia Jordan

  Too tired to think anymore he closed his eyes and forced all thought away but sleep still eluded him.

  **

  Kelly dressed carefully, making sure her makeup hid the redness of her eyes and that her makeup concealed the tear blotched skin on her cheeks. She took her briefcase and headed for the door but her cell phone rang before she could go out it.

  She froze when she saw Michael’s number in the screen. Trying to keep her voice even she answered with a hello and nothing more.

  “I would like to talk to you tonight. I’m sorry if I hurt you and I want you to know I didn’t mean to. I am sorry you saw me with Lolita but I really wish you had given me a chance to explain. She is an ex, and she will stay an ex.”

  “Yeah well your ex is crazy. She literally accosted me in a café. She left half of her claws in my arm.” There was resentment in her voice and she couldn’t hide it, didn’t want to.

  “Yes, she is crazy. That is not my fault but I will do whatever it takes to protect you from her. I promise.”

  “Maybe you should tie her to the nearest tree.” The words left her mouth before she could remember the time he had done that very thing to her. Her nipples tightened at the thought and he chuckled, a slow and wicked little chuckle that let her know he was remembering the same moment with just as much pleasure.

  “No, I think I’ll reserve that for you.”

  Her face heated and so did her pussy. He could drop her over the phone and that made her feel defensive. Before she could open her mouth he said, “So let’s plan to be out the door by nine then.”

  Her hackles rose. How dare he just decide to tell her what to do? Greg had done the same thing and so had her parents, they had treated her shabbily and then just expected her to forgive and forget. The phone clicked off and her irritation revolved around to real indignation. He had not even waited to hear her answer!

  Grabbing her things she headed out the door, her back straight and her chin up. Determination filled her; she was not ever again going to be someone’s gullible and adoring doormat.

  Not ever again.

  **

  Michael had a veritable metric ton of work to get finished that day. He ignored lunch, settling for a protein bar he found in the bottom of a desk drawer and a fifth cup of strong black coffee. He didn’t take much time to walk the floor but he did simply because it was habit and he liked to check in with the other people in the department, to see where they were with various projects and to remind them that he was always available to them.

  By eight forty five he was more than ready for dinner. He cleared off his desk and put his things away. The office was deserted except for Kelly’s office and he went to her door and knocked on it.

  Kelly felt a mutinous irritation rising up in her chest but there was an answering yearning in her heart. She took a long breath, trying to decide what to do and the door opened and his dark haired head popped into the opening.

  “Is there something I could help you finish up?”

  Flustered she stared down at the papers. The sight of him was too much, it was too easy for him to brush aside all of her defenses and she already had experience with those kinds of men.

  To make matters worse she had spent half the afternoon fantasizing about him having rough and wild sex in the park with her, up against the tree she had be bound to. She could recall the feel of the bark against her back and the rope around her wrists and she had had to go to the bathroom and run cold water over her wrists and take a brisk ten minute walk around the parking lot just to get her mind back on work.

  Being right down the hall from him was torturous. She wanted to go to his office, open the door and slide to her knees, take him into her mouth and watch him squirm beneath her touch the way she always squirmed beneath his.

  “Sure,” she knew her answer was short and strained. She saw his head tilt like it did when he noticed something but she didn’t give him a chance to ask any questions, she simply grabbed her things and headed for the door.

  He took her to a small and very quiet French restaurant. The food was delicious and the wine was a rich and velvety red that relaxed her. They spoke mainly of trivialities- work and the weather and the assorted polite topics that people discuss when they dread the larger ones- so it wasn’t until they were sitting over a creamy and elegant mousse that he asked, “Would you like an explanation as to why I seem so distant lately?”

  His heart was pounding even as he asked. “Yes.” Her answer was direct and a little startled since nobody had ever asked her that before. “I mean, that is, if you would like to tell me…”

  “I take care of my father. The night nurse quit and it took me a few days to find a new one.” Her face didn’t register any shock and he recalled that she had spoken to Lolita. “I guess you know that already.”

  She stared down at her dessert plate. “Yes.”

  “Then you know the general consensus is I let him shoot himself.” It wasn’t a question.

  Her head came up and her face flamed with passion, “I don’t know what your father did to make you tell him no but I won’t blame you for it.

  “At least, not if he was anything like my own.”

  His hand was warm as it swallowed her fingers. “What was yours like?”

  “My parents are, were, hell I don’t know, I haven’t talked to either of them in years… for all I know they’re dead. Or back in prison. They thought of themselves as modern day Bonnie and Clyde and they used to say that to each other all the time. What they really were was two bit thieves and hustlers and addicts.”

  “Your childhood was frightening?”

  She had never told anyone about it, not once in her adult life. Her head lifted and her eyes blazed as she said, “You have no idea.”

  “Oh I think I do.” The ball of his thumb caressed the back of her hand and his eyes were steady. “My dad was a drinking, gambling womanizer with big dreams and no ambition beyond getting more women and alcohol and money to gamble with. I did plenty of midnight moving and school shuffles. I made it to juvie once and a foster home twice. How about you?”

  “I did three stints in juvie, mainly for helping them steal.” The anger had been leached out of her and sorrow took its place. “I was always in foster or group homes and when they did come to get me all I could do was do whatever it was they wanted so they would keep me that time. Somehow it was always my fault. Once my dad wanted me to steal a huge pile of clothes and I said no, so they did and they got caught. They went to jail and it was my fault…” her voice trailed off but not before he understood how deeply her parents had damaged her.

  “Well, aren’t we a pair? Two messed up people without a prayer who somehow made it out and up.”

  “Are the next words coming out of your mouth going to be ‘this is fated’ because I’ve heard that one before.”

  The anger was back. She didn’t understand it but Michael did, he understood it all too well. Under that was real fear. She was afraid to trust him, life had dealt her a fairly shitty hand and she wasn’t sure what else was up that sleeve. To be honest, he wasn’t any better than she was, at least when it came to trusting, he had never really been able to either but he was willing to try.

  “No, they were more along the lines of there’s a place I want to take you if you will let me’. I’m a firm believer in making my own fate, just an FYI.”

  She wanted him, she couldn’t deny it. Her body cried out for him, her heart cried out for him. “Do I need to change clothes?”

  A dark grin spread across his face, “No, but I hope you aren’t particularly fond of those.”

  Passion rushed over her like a tide at those words. She literally lost her breath. He paid the check and they went to the car but before she could get in he grabbed her and slanted his mouth over hers, sealing it with a furious kiss that left her limp and gasping. He released her and opened the car door, he practically had to toss her into it she was so floppy. Her panties were sticky and soaked and she tried
to think of something to say as he sped through the streets but her brain was too focused on what her body was doing to take heed of anything else.

  **

  The building looked decrepit and she gave it a doubtful look as she clambered out of the passenger seat. It was a tall two story warehouse situated in the middle of a rundown industrial park, corrugated iron flanked the walls and a rusty fire escape ran from one window, which was boarded over.

  The entire street felt desolate and lonely and a shiver ran through her. The street lights were broken in some of the lamps, there was a jumble of broken glass on the sidewalks and trash filled the dumpsters. The gutters were full of cigarette butts and a single emptied out bottle of cheap wine.

  The door was solid and imposing; painted a dull black with little red slashes across it the very sight of it made her shiver. Michael pressed a hand into her side, giving her strength. They stood still while a camera rotated and then the door sprang open with a rusty screech.

  The smell of old sweat and some other indefinable odor drifted out, Kelly balked, her senses lighting up at that scent. The darkness did not seem welcoming at all and she wanted to turn around and hightail it out of there.

  Michael moved forward and she fell into step beside him. Her heart jackhammered against her chest walls and her throat was arid, her mouth parched and sour at the sight of the room that lay in front of them.

  Dim red lights flickered across the black painted concrete walls. The floor was covered in a crazy series of what looked like gymnastics mats, also black and red. In one corner stood an enormous wooden structure, a St. Andrews cross, cuffs dangling from its tall hand and foot rests.

  Spanking benches sat about, all of them empty. A complicated contraption of steel and chain dominated one wall and a set of stocks sat at an angle, across from a shower and tall and wide wooden structure comprised of very solid beams and a series of metal rings that looked seriously heavy.

  Along one wall on a studded board hung a wicked set of implements: crops and whips and heavy cuffs as well as some other things she had never seen before although she did recognize the floggers since he had used a set on her a few weeks before, the heavy thud of them against her back had sent her into a powerful trance-like state that she had been afraid to repeat.

  Michael held her close, pressing her body into his. Her face nuzzled into his shoulder and she could smell his expensive cologne and the faint tang of his arousal in the small beads of sweat starting up on his skin. His cock lay plump and long against her thigh, she pressed firmly against it, needing to feel that hardness.

  “Take off all of your clothes.”

  Her eyes darted around the room; as yet she had seen no one yet someone had let them into the place. Shame and fear rose up and she crossed her arms over her breasts in a protective gesture that made him smile fondly.

  “It’s okay. We’re all alone here. I arranged it so that you could feel comfortable.”

  She swallowed hard and began to take off her clothes. Halfway through removing her blouse a boldness overcame her and she tossed it over her shoulder with a little hip bump for good measure. The approval on his face made her smile and when she stepped out of her slacks and kicked them across the floor she was already wet, already willing for whatever would come next.

  The bra and matching red lace panties were the hardest things to take off. She knew this was an activity that she did daily, that he had seen her naked before but somehow the fact of his watching as she removed the flimsy material form her body was difficult and incredibly erotic all at once.

  Michael didn’t disrobe, instead he crooked a finger at her and she went to him, never thinking to question his calling her. When she stood face-to-face with him under the heavy wooden structure he told her to wait there and moved to a small black bag that had been placed at the base of the heavy crossbeams.

  He pulled out long loops of rope and she shuddered. She loved being bound, she could not explain why but the feeling of being tied up was delicious and sensual. He had tied her up before but she was totally unprepared for what happened next.

  He nuzzled his face against her breasts then he raised his hands and pinched her nipples lightly at first then harder. She arched her back, her nipples rising in the air as her back curved. Her ass plumped out as a natural result of that and he ran his down it, cupping that rounded flesh in his hands while he kissed her passionately.

  Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths and she could feel the shape of his teeth below his tongue. His mouth was hot and tasted of chocolate and spices. She relished the flavors on his tongue as it delved into every crease and crevice of her mouth.

  “Are you ready for something harder and deeper?”

  She blinked at him, not understanding the true meaning behind the question. Her hands went to his slacks front and she gave him a hard squeeze as she answered, “Oh I think so.”

  “That isn’t what I mean. I want to do something that we haven’t done, that is going to take a lot more trust on your part. Will you let me?”

  She looked into his face. His bluer than blue eyes were cast deeply into shadow and his cheekbones stood out in stark relief. The light and shadow gave his face a devilish cast that was devastatingly attractive.

  Michael began by laying her face down on the floor and hogtying her arms and legs so that her pussy was exposed and open and her ankles and wrists were bound together. The rope ran over her belly and around her thighs in a complex series of loops. He hitched them to the rings above her head and she shrieked as she was lifted bodily off the ground.

  She fought at first, her body swung over and around him and he laughed, his hands coming out and tapping her ass cheeks with quick and stinging slaps. Red fingerprints appeared on her ass and pussy juice dripped onto the floor below her. She had never been so turned on and terrified in her entire life.

  Michael kept up the slaps and then he grabbed a section of rope and brought her careening to an abrupt halt that left her dizzy and gasping. Sweat poured from her body and her breath was a ragged pant. He squatted down so that he was below her and lifted his head, licking her nipples until they tightened into painfully hard peaks before he rose and moved behind her.

  Cool air brushed her exposed slit, the wetness there was apparent to both of them, the sight of it glistening along her plump pink lips and tangled pubic hair.

  Kelly had lost her fear to a marvelous sense of weightlessness. Her head dangled and her arms ached, her whole body was balanced there in the air and he was able to spank her as he wished.

  His hands rubbed across the smooth firm surface of her ass cheeks, varying the blows, enjoying the way she hissed in pain and then moaned out in pleasure. He knew the two things were becoming so fused together she couldn’t tell them apart any longer, which was exactly where he wanted her to be.

  He didn’t wait, he moved behind her, his fingers going to the button on his slacks. They zipper made a low burring sound and she shivered all over. His cock teased at her lips, pressing but not entering and she bent her knees, flexing them in a vain attempt to move her body backward and onto his hard length.

  Every part of her body registered his absence. She could not touch him, her breath rasped in and out as he slid a finger along the seam of her pussy, thrusting his fingers deeply into the heated oiliness of her channel. She bucked again, the ropes swung wildly and he had to grab them to hold her still and steady.

  “You like to fly?” he chuckled.

  She didn’t know what that meant, exactly, but she had an idea. The ropes had grown slightly tighter and her pussy even wetter, she wept out, “Yes. Please will you fuck me before I die?”

  He chuckled again, “I don’t think you’ll die.”

  She wasn’t so sure. She ached, desperately, for the feel of him inside her. She wanted to feel him buried deep within her walls, feel him thrusting and grinding into her.

  He walked in front of her. Her head lifted as he grabbed a handful of her hair. S
he smiled up at him as he tapped her lips with one finger, “Open your mouth for me.”

  She did. His hardened flesh slid between her lips, filling her throat. Breath cut off and she whimpered as he pushed into her again and again. Saliva dripped and pooled behind her tongue and she worked harder, unable to use anything except her mouth she varied the pressure and used her tongue to tease at the flesh where the tiny little circumcision scar was, bringing a stifled moan of pleasure from his mouth.

  Before she could articulate those thoughts he slid a bare inch of his cock between her lips, letting that weight register before withdrawing and leaving her hanging there, breathless and helpless before the lust that had taken her over so totally.

  He drove into her deeply. The ropes swung form the force, sending her forward, only his hands on her hips kept her from flying out to the other side of the structure, that knowledge coupled with the stretching of her walls around his member made her come.

  A huge explosive orgasm burst through her in a completely involuntary expression of her pleasure. Gushes of sweet and sticky fluid soaked the front of his slacks.

  He used his fingers to coat the tight seam of her asshole, enjoying the way she shivered under the pressure of his fingers against the tight little ring of muscle.

  Kelly whimpered; her ass cheeks clenching as she fought the pain that came when he slid one finger inside her. It felt intrusive and too big and she could feel him inside her pussy, shoving at the incredibly thin membrane that was all that separated his questing finger and cock.

  Heat flushed her entire body. Sweat broke out along her skin, making the ropes feel slippery if no less tight. Her mouth opened in a low groan and her eyes rolled back in her head when he added a second finger, probing her dark depths relentlessly.

  “I want to fuck you in the ass,” Michael panted out.

  Her pussy dripped out more juice at the coarse words. “Yes,” as all she could say to that statement and he moved his soaked rigid flesh from her opening and placed it against the smaller little hole. There was pain, searing, intense and sudden, it burst through her and she tossed her head up and back, screaming at the fire that burned that quickly turned into ecstasy as he made his way further inside her.