Rive_Little Mermaid Retold

by Daniela Jackson

  I pull my knees to my chest and duck my head between them. Axel enters the bathroom, leaving the door ajar and I wonder whether he is able to come up with an even worse idea of humiliating me.

  I hear him urinate, flush the toilet and turn on the water in the shower cabin. Then a malicious voice in my head urges me to move. Peering through the door, I witness him stripping off his jeans and stepping into the shower. He turns his face and watches me with a half smile playing on his lips as he lathers his body with a handful of shower gel.

  Steam blows in my face and my eyes roam over his body. I’m mesmerised. Shocked by my own curiosity. I don’t know whether beautiful is a good word to describe a man, but handsome or well built doesn’t do the justice to his looks.

  “Sive, baby, you wanna join me?”

  I freeze and my jaw drops. This is the most ridiculous and embarrassing experience in my life.

  I scramble to my feet, move into the bathroom, and grab his toothbrush, squeezing a pea size amount of toothpaste out of the tube. I open the shower cabin and pass it on to him. In case he came up with an idea to kiss me.

  He starts brushing his teeth and waves his hand at me.

  I don’t react. My eyes flick over his hard on. A thought strikes against my mind again. His cock is massive. Stiff like a pole. I can’t even imagine myself having him inside my pussy. He would tear me apart.

  “Sive, have a shower with me.” He grabs his cock and starts stroking himself. “Don’t make me beg you. Take off your clothes and come inside the cabin.”

  “Nno,” I say, but my core pulsates with need and every atom of my body screams ‘yes’.

  “Why are you so stubborn?”

  I’m angry not stubborn. You are stubborn. Also twice as tall as me, stronger, very dominant, and fully aware that I have nowhere else to go.

  I back up and take a seat under the washbasin. Axel finishes his shower and steps out of the cabin. He grabs a towel and pats himself dry.

  “Take your clothes off, Sive.” He doesn’t ask this time; he commands me.

  His towel lands on the floor with a quit puff, and he stands naked in front of me, offering me a perfect view of his hard cock. My pussy clenches with need. I feel wetness between my thighs.

  “Nno.”

  “We can help each other.”

  “Nno.”

  “I won’t touch you. I know you are angry with me.” He leans over me, hooks me under my arms with his hands and lifts me. “Just take off your clothes and let me look at your tits. That’s all.”

  Chapter 15

  Axel

  I’m scared, no doubt. It feels like on that Friday evening many years ago when Ma learnt about Boulder’s one-night stand, packed our clothes and we moved out of our house to a cheap hotel, leaving him with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. He shouted that he would kill himself and Ma told him she wouldn’t cry over him. Zane cried though. He was morbidly scared that Boulder would take his own life.

  I’m scared that Sive will decide to move out. She can. I’m not holding her captive. I’m just very convincing, I guess.

  I want to take her to my bed and fuck her. It would tie her to me. Women fall in love after just one quick fuck, and she is young, lost and susceptible to my persuasion. It could work.

  I also want to fuck her because I want her badly. Like no other woman in my life before. When did that happen? I was happy with my life how it was and suddenly I can’t imagine my life without Sive. She is a pure tiny thing in my filthy dark life.

  My head is throbbing, but that won’t stop me enjoying that anxious little thing in front of me. The rest of the alcohol evaporated from my blood in the shower. I’m tired but sober, and I want to fuck like an animal.

  Sive looks at me like I’m mad. To be honest, I am.

  My nakedness and my hard cock touching her belly must disturb her, but there is also hunger in her wide eyes. She wants me even though she isn’t aware of that yet.

  “Sive, let’s go to bed.”

  She growls with frustration. I know, I promised I would not touch her.

  “Take off your clothes, baby,” I say. “I’ll go mad.”

  Sive steps back and pulls her t-shirt over her head, then tosses it onto the floor.

  At last. My finger points to her bra and she unhooks it, bending slightly forward. She is ashamed of her own nakedness; I can see that. Her cheeks are bright red.

  Sweat trickles down my temples and beads my chest so I open the window and hold her hand, pulling her behind me towards the couch. A wave of cooler air blows in my face as we saunter across the living area.

  I know that I’m behaving like an animal. The worst kind of animal. But there is too much tension inside me, too much anxiety and too much of a wild need to have her in every way.

  I sit in the couch and set her on my lap. She straddles my thigh, resting her back against my chest. My face sinks into her hair, and I breathe in her intoxicating scent.

  “I just want to be with you for a moment,” I murmur as my arm crosses over her chest and my hand strokes her breast.

  “Pro-mi-ssed.”

  “I know.”

  My rationality is non-existent, but I’m still conscious that I can’t cross the line Sive has drawn.

  My fingers roll her nipple, and she arches her back against my chest. Her crotch rubs against my thigh. Well, it seems like my little Sive wants to lose herself for a moment as badly as I want to.

  “Touch yourself, Sive, and let me watch you.”

  She shakes her head, but it’s not very convincing.

  “Don’t be shy,” I insist. “Let’s help each other.”

  Sive rests her fingers against her other breast and strokes the nipple lightly as I bite her earlobe. My little mermaid is pure sex now.

  “Good girl,” I murmur. “Don’t be shy.” My fingers close around my throbbing cock and I stroke myself slowly. “I want to see you come.”

  “Nno.”

  “Sive, that’s okay. We won’t do more; I promise.”

  If she wants more, I won’t mind though.

  Sive wiggles on my thigh as her hand moves down to open her jeans. Her fingers slide under her panties and she starts rubbing herself. I could come just watching her. Her forehead wrinkles and her wide eyes lock on mine.

  “It’s not very comfortable, huh?” I murmur, seizing her around the waist with my arm.

  Twisting my chest, I lay her on the couch and pull her jeans down, tearing them off her. She gasps and shakes her head, levering herself up on her elbows.

  “I promise,” I say but honestly, I’m not sure what I’m promising to her.

  I lift myself from the couch, leaning over her. My fingers tear her panties off her, and I part her folded legs. I’m insane and I can only think about tasting her glistening little pussy with my mouth.

  “Relax,” I say, pull her hips to me and kneel on the floor, sinking my face between her thighs.

  She has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life. My tongue whips over her clitoris and her body shivers.

  “Just relax,” I say.

  Her muscles are still taut and I want to make her feel good.

  “A-xel,” she hums from her throat.

  I could listen to her saying my name for eternity.

  My tongue penetrates her pussy and it’s like drinking from a fountain. My whole face is covered in her juices. Her tantalising scent whips my nostrils. Her taste makes my mind twirl in a daze. My cock hardens further. A tingle goes down my spine.

  Sive collapses onto the couch with a sigh, finally surrendering to me. I push her thighs wider for me, then lick up and down her slit, inserting one finger into her. She lets out a low scream. I close my mouth around her clitoris, pumping my finger in and out gently. Her body tenses and relaxes and I know that she is on the brink so I work her harder. Her back arches and a soft moan leaves her mouth. It’s the sweetest female orgasm I’ve ever seen.

  I’m urged by my most primal instinct as I rise to
my feet and lean over her, stroking my cock with more pressure. I slip my palm under her neck and pull her up, then drive my shaft into her mouth. She sits on her heels as her wide eyes roll, still deeply in a haze. Her hands grip my hips and it gives me a perfect view of her back and ass as the most sensual lips in the world wrap tightly around my cock.

  I don’t need more. Just watching her like this. I guess, she’s the right person. I move my hips forward, sliding my cock deeper into her mouth, and she gags. Tears fill up her eyes. I pull myself back and thrust again. Her throat contracts around the head of my cock.

  I’m a ravenous instinct seeking relief. Nothing more. My hand pulls her hair together on the back of her head and I hold her in place. Then I fuck her sweet hot mouth without mercy. Sive digs her fingers into my flesh and gags each time I slam on her throat, but I can’t stop. A wave of delirious heat floods me. My muscles become taut and the ultimate bliss ripples through me as I empty myself into her mouth. I can hear my own moans as push my cock in a few more times, wrenching in my pleasure.

  Sive moves back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing my cum, as I try to return to reality.

  “You okay?” I ask then grab the blanket from the backrest.

  Sive lifts herself from the couch, but I enclose her with my arms from behind. We tumble onto the couch, lying on our sides as I cover us with the blanket. Sive curls into my body and her sweat merges with mine.

  “Are you mad with me, baby?”

  “I hha-te yyou.”

  “I’m certain of that. But only till Saturday, okay?”

  She growls in frustration and hitches up the blanket. To me, everything is as it should be. It will take her a moment to get over her anger but she can manage.

  I like the feeling of her tiny soft form within my body. I’ve never wanted that, but she landed in my life like a shooting star and changed my perspective entirely. I will be her first in everything. She belongs to me.

  I drop off to sleep with an eerie feeling wavering inside me that my life will take an unexpected turn from now on.

  I wake up with a start and notice that Sive is not beside me. My heart skips a beat.

  “Sive,” I roar and sit up. “Where are you?”

  A pleasant smell teases my nostrils as I look around and spot her bustling in the kitchen. Her drawings cover the table and she stirs a dish in the pan. She takes out a plate from the cupboard and piles it with the food, then saunters towards me. I can’t read her face; it’s stiff like a mask. She slams the plate on the coffee table and hands me a fork.

  My stomach growls so I wolf down my meal and watch her. She sits at the kitchen table and leans over her drawing.

  “It’s delicious, Sive. I’ve never eaten such a delicious spaghetti Bolognese. It’s better than my Ma’s.”

  Sive bobs her head and I exhale with relief. She will stay with me.

  “We can watch TV, baby.”

  Or have more sex. If she wants that. I definitely want some proper fucking.

  I put the fork on my empty plate and my eyes travel to the side. My jeans lie on the backrest. I reach out for them and pull them on. Walking towards Sive, I carry the plate and put it into the kitchen sink, then wrap my arms around my little mermaid from behind. She is drawing Dash. He will be an elf. Funny.

  “Blaze gave me thirty bucks for your drawings. I’ve forgotten to tell you.”

  Sive turns her face to mine and a bright smile parts her lips. Her hand reaches for a folded piece of paper and she hands it me. Another letter. Uneasiness flows through me. I open it and read:

  Don’t touch me again.

  “You liked it, Sive.”

  She nods at me.

  “But you want to have more time for being angry with me?”

  She snorts and her body tenses in my arms.

  I’m not good at relationships or communication but I have a strange certainty that I should keep her as close to me as possible.

  “We will sleep in one bed,” I say. “That’s all.”

  “Rea-lly?” Sarcasm radiates from her.

  “That’s the plan.”

  I return to the couch and stretch out my body, switching on TV. Sive is occupied with her drawings until the grey dimness of the evening filters inside the house. She prepares supper for me and we eat at the kitchen table, but this is her body I want to devour not the tuna salad.

  Chapter 16

  Sive

  Axel stares at my drawings and one corner of his lips crooks up.

  “Gunner as a hermit?” He laughs. “Boulder as a warlock? That’s odd, Sive.”

  It’s how I perceive them. Each of them is unique. Blaze will be a werewolf.

  I do the dishes and hurry to the bathroom. I need a few moments in solitude. Axel’s presence suffocates me like a silky scarf is tightening around my throat.

  He owns me. Literally. I’m his possession. This realisation evokes both my fury and excitement, but I won’t admit the latter to myself. My dark desires frighten me. I want that wild man more than anything in the world, but I know he can hurt me. Even more than Owen did. Because I love Axel.

  I love all the dirty things he is doing to me and it contradicts everything I believe in. I was taught at school to be a good girl. No sex before marriage, they said. No sinful thoughts, no following one’s animal instincts, no trampling one’s dignity.

  Just one touch of Axel’s lips or fingers makes me forget who I am, turning me into his whore. And I love it.

  I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and pull on my nightdress. Peering through the door, I notice Axel in the couch. He is watching TV. He looks much better. I guess his massive body eliminates alcohol very efficiently.

  I rush upstairs and dive under the comforter. Two opposite desires torment me, to be with Axel and to escape from him as far as possible.

  He walks into the bedroom after ten minutes, peels off his jeans and lies down beside me. His nakedness scares me and turns me on. I feel myself getting wet between my thighs.

  Axel tugs me to him and my back moulds against his chest. His skin is hot against mine and the scent of shower gel lingers on his body. His hard cock throbs against my lower back.

  Don’t do this to me again. Don’t make me crave your touch like a thirsty traveller craves water in a desert. Don’t tie me to you.

  “Sive,” he rasps into my ear and bites my neck.

  The pain from his teeth makes me shiver in pleasure as fire seizes my skin and my thighs become spongy. “A-xel.”

  “I just want to touch you. Like before. We will touch each other, Sive.”

  He informs me not asks for my permission.

  His hand gathers up my nightdress and he pulls it over my head as I roll on my back and wiggle out of it.

  Axel removes my panties, his lustful eyes roaming over my naked body, and he crawls atop me, pushing my folded legs wide open. His cock touches my opening as he eases his weight onto his elbows at either side of my head.

  “I won’t bring another woman into this house again. You have my word, Sive.”

  It’s your house and you are a free man. We are not married. Are we in a relationship?

  His lips press against mine and his tongue touches the inside of my lower lip. I’m burning for him and my arousal leaks from me.

  “Do you want me in your pussy, Sive?”

  I want that and I don’t want. What will happen next when he takes my innocence from me?

  Axel’s mouth runs down my throat, planting hot kisses on my skin, and my neck arches. He strokes his cock and moves the head along my slit. My body shivers in anticipation and I stop thinking. I spread my thighs wider for him.

  “I will be good to you,” he says and looks into my eyes.

  Does it mean that he will love me as much as I love him? Does it mean that I will be the only woman in his life?

  So many questions tumble in my head, demanding his answers, but I can’t articulate them. Tears prick my eyes.

  “Sive, bab
y, what is wrong?”

  Everything. Promise me that you’ll love me. Promise me that you’ll be faithful. Promise me that we’ll have a future together.

  His mouth grazes my chin, and I hiss in pain. His palm strokes my hair and his knuckles move down the side of my face. It makes my whole skin tingle. My thighs quiver and I cross my ankles on his back.

  “I can wait, Sive.” He sounds like he will hurt me at any moment.

  I don’t think so. You look like a mad man. But that’s okay. I want you. Here and now.

  “Tell me to stop,” he says as though he’s gritting his teeth and his hand runs up and down my outer thigh, causing me pain.

  Really? You hypocrite. You drove your cock into my mouth without even asking me.

  Axel kisses my lips and his tongue slips in. He must have taken my muteness as my permission or maybe his previous two sentences were just formalities to say without any meaning. It doesn’t matter. I want his cock in my pussy. I want to taste what sex is. I want Axel.

  A wave of anxiety rolls over me as the head of his cock pushes at my entrance.

  I suck in a breath and he moves his hips, burying his whole length inside me in one thrust.

  One second of nothingness passes then a pure agony claws me. Wrenches life out of me. I can’t breathe. I want to scream but I can’t do that either. I can’t move.

  My body trembles and blackness obscures my vision. The pain between my legs is growing in fury. Tears trickle down my cheeks as my lungs finally expand and I breathe in shallow pants. I lever myself up on my elbows but it only causes more of this burning pain to radiate from pussy and a low scream escapes my mouth.

  Axel pins me down to the mattress with his weight and his lips touch mine. I avert my face and dig my fingers into his arms. My thighs push against his hips, and I want him to stop, to take this burning and tearing torture from me. But he doesn’t move. We remain like this, clenched tight, and I sob. The pain attacks my whole body, wave after wave like gashing, and I feel cold like the temperature in the bedroom has just dropped massively. My whole being centres on the agony pulsating from my pussy. It’s like I’m impaled. Like my inner walls are ripped apart.