by Abby Gale
“Maya,” he said, but this time there was a warning in his voice, and I knew he was awake.
When I felt his erection on my thigh, I slowly moved my leg on it. A noise between pleasure and torture escaped from his throat, but he leaned into me instead of pushing me away. His eyes were still closed.
“Kiss me, Zeke,” I whispered.
“Maya, we should stop. Please, stop,” he begged, but his arm circled around my waist to bring me closer.
“Maya, you need to stop, baby. Cause I can’t,” he groaned, kissing me harder.
“Please don’t make me. I want this. I’m almost eighteen, Zeke. I need this,” I sobbed.
His eyes fluttered like he was about to open them, and I placed my hand over his eyes.
“Keep them closed. My eyes are closed too. This is a dream, Zeke. Just a wrong, twisted dream,” I murmured desperately.
As he considered what I said, I pressed my body harder against his.
I held my breath, preparing myself for his rejection when he turned to lie on his back. His strong hold on my thigh surprised me, but I let him move me as he pleased.
I moaned when he pulled me on top of him. His erection was right between my legs, where I throbbed for him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down to him. I balanced myself on my elbows next to his head and blindly kissed him with all the desperate need I felt for him.
I’d been dreaming about this for years, and finally, I had it. This time I didn’t have to be afraid of Zeke stopping me.
I wasn’t playing games when I said it was a dream to Zeke. To me, it was. A dream that came true.
His hands traveled to my sides, grabbing my ass as I hesitantly rock on him. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, and I shivered with the pleasure of that sweet pain. Pressing me on him harder, he moved me more confidently on his hardness.
We both groaned loudly with the indescribable pleasure shot through our bodies. Placing my hands on his pecs, I pushed myself up so I could rub myself on him better.
“Fuck. Maya,” he gritted out.
His hands continued their journey on my body until he took my tits in his hands. Craning my neck back, I moved my hips on his cock in a circle and then, back, and forth. A circle, back, and forth…
I slowly moved my hands from his pecs to his abs, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Maya,” he warned me again.
“Take off your t-shirt. Let me feel your skin,” I murmured and with a curse under his breath he slowly peeled off the t-shirt., The moment when my hand made contact with his warm and strong skin, I touched him everywhere I could reach.
He placed his hands back on my hips and slid them up along with the t-shirt I was wearing. He hummed with enjoyment, caressing my nipples with his thumbs.
“This isn’t enough, Zeke,” I moaned.
With his arms around me, he pulled me down on his chest and kissed me with a passion that burned me alive.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you. Just you,” I panted, peppering every inch of skin I could blindly found.
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me. You’re killing me so good,” he murmured and hugged me tight before turning us over.
He placed his face into the crook of my neck, licking, sucking, biting my skin. His lips peppered kisses until he found my nipple and he pulled the pebbled skin into his mouth, moving his tongue until I writhed under him. He caressed my skin until he stopped above my pajama bottom.
“Tell me not to do this, Maya,” he whispered.
I held his hands and helped him peel the fabric off my body.
“Baby,” he groaned.
I heard some shuffling sounds and felt the bed move, but my body missed his touch. When he came back to me, I sighed with the warmth radiating from his body.
“Maya,” he gritted out. His voice came out like he was in pain when he continued, “Tell me you have fucking panties on.”
I bit my lip. I only had two panties, and I didn’t do laundry, so I went without it.
Taking a deep breath, I murmured, “Do you want me to lie to you?”
“Fuck. This is too much. This is… I… I have to feel you,” he panted and slowly pressed his boxer-clad cock on my naked flesh.
“Jesus Christ. This… this will be the death of me.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him even closer. “Move,” I whispered.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered after giving me a scorching kiss.
I did as I was told, holding onto him like a koala. And he started to move like really move. My bed was shaking as we desperately, passionately entwined our bodies. We climbed higher and higher on the mountain of pleasure. When we finally reached the top, I pressed my face to his shoulder, muffling my scream in his skin. I didn’t fall from the cliff, I fled from there, and my body was gliding above the clouds as my orgasm shook me to my marrow.
The pleasure dissipated to a sweet buzz as Zeke kept rubbing our bodies together. I fought with the urge to open my eyes, but I tried to keep my promise to him.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck… I’m going to… I’m coming, Maya,” he panted, and I lost my fight and opened my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat when the dark cage of his gaze ensnared me. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who broke the promise. He shuddered above me with his eyes locked on mine. And I knew I would break every promise in this world just to see him like this.
When we both caught our breaths, we smiled with the mixture of satisfaction and sadness before closing our eyes. He lay down next to me, pulling me onto his chest.
“In the morning, we’ll forget this dream. We won’t remember it,” he whispered, and I nodded.
But it turned out we weren’t good at keeping promises. We didn’t just remember every second of the dream, but we also saw the same dream every night after that.
I was panting. My whole body was shaking. Between my legs, I was a throbbing, wet mess. My lungs closed on me, no matter how hard I panted the oxygen didn’t reach them. Digging my nails into my palms, I tried to stop this overwhelming need, burning, longing, and suffocating desperation, but nothing happened.
If a person could die by desire, I knew I would’ve been dead already.
Jumping off my barstool, I left the Circle 1 and ran to the stairs. When I reached the second floor, a girl was there, behind her computer. Her eyes widened, her lips parted when she saw me.
“Maya?” she asked like she knew me. “I thought… I never thought I'd see you,” she added.
Digging my nails in my palms harder, I frowned at her. “Do I know you?”
She shook her head. “No, but I know you. I mean… I don’t really know you,” she kept mumbling nonsense. Finally, she giggled nervously and pointed to the door on my right. “You must come to visit Master Wyatt’s room. Go in there. That’s how I know you,” she said and shaking my head I walked toward the door.
Circle 9.
When I turned the doorknob, I heard her say, “I’m Nikki, by the way.” But I didn’t turn to her. Instead, I walked inside.
The room was dark. Dark except the dim lights coming from the picture frames on the wall. Those soft blue lights reminded me of a freezer. They gave the room dim lighting. Enough to see around, but not enough to make out the details.
I didn’t care about the details, though. The only thing I focused on was the pictures on the walls.
Twenty photos.
Twenty photos where I smiled or looked mischievously at the camera.
This was Zeke’s special room. This was Circle 9… the deepest hell of Dante’s Inferno.
CHAPTER 27
ZEKE
“Maya?” I called out after her, running behind her to catch her. She was fast. She was always fast.
I looked around and finally headed for the stairs when I heard the murmurs coming from there.
Nikki was looking at me with wide eyes.
“Where?” I asked.
I felt everything all at once when I saw her in the middle of the room, the room of my every fucked-upness. The room of my undying obsession. The room of my perverse.
“Maya?” I whispered.
It was slow motion as she turned to face me.
“Me…” she murmured.
I wasn’t sure if it was a question, but I finally let the words I’d tried to keep for years out, “You. It was always you. It’ll always be you.”
A sob broke away from her throat.
Taking a tentative step toward her, I waited for her to tell me to stop, but she didn’t. I stopped in front of her, bending my knees so I could see her face better.
“I’m so overwhelmed. I feel like dying, but it’s not good or bad. It’s just too much. I...“ she trailed off.
I waited until she put her thoughts in order.
Taking a breath, she looked up at me. “I need you to hurt me.”
***
I was shaking like a teenage boy who was going to kiss his crush for the first time. The only difference was my kiss of love was going to hurt her until she shook in my arms with a sated look on her face.
Finding the control panel on the wall, I turned the light on above the spanking bench. I slowly walked toward her, trying to gage her reaction. When she looked at me, there was an excited glimpse behind all the sadness. It was the first glimmer of hope that she’d be my Maya again.
“Here?” she asked, pointing at the bench.
I nodded, expecting her to take a position, but instead, she padded slowly to the board where whips and floggers were hung. Hesitantly, she reached for a flogger.
I smirked. She wanted to experience the scene she watched.
When she came back with the flogger in her hand, I took it from her. She turned her back to me, and I pressed my body on her. My front to her back. She shivered, and I felt dizzy.
Holding her waist, I glided my hands up to her shoulders and reached for her zipper. Her back tensed as I unzipped her dress and pushed making it fall to her feet. She made a move to take off her boots, but I stopped her.
“They stay. You look hot in them.”
She blushed at my words and let me position her on the bench. As I pushed her torso down, I leaned forward with her. I was hard, and I knew she could feel it in the crack of her ass. Thrusting my hips softly, I tested the water to see if she was afraid of me, but she moaned and pushed back into me. My dick twitched inside my jeans, ready to be inside her, but I pushed the thoughts away.
“I want to take off your panties,” I whispered.
After a sharp intake of breath, she nodded.
I sniffed her scent into my lungs, peppering her back with kisses as I slowly moved to my target. On my knees behind her, I placed my forehead on her ass, letting her musky scent fill all my senses before I finally peeled the offending fabric down her legs. She moaned when I spread her legs to tie her ankles.
She was wet… so wet, I could see her juices dripping from her thighs. It was mouth-watering. I remembered her taste. We got carried away until my head was buried between her legs, it was still the best taste I’d ever put my mouth on. It was our last perfect moment.
Maya was sleeping peacefully in my arms, still naked and stunningly beautiful. I was watching the ceiling of her dark room without seeing, her taste still on my tongue. My face and my fingers still smelled like her.
We got carried away. Even the first time we dry humped, we’d gotten carried away, but now we were blindingly walking to our ruins. I was angry at myself for letting it come to this point. I hated myself for not being a better man. I despised myself for being a twisted pervert. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I wanted to stop too many times to count, but I couldn’t.
When Maya was in my arms, everything in this world seemed right. When she looked at me with those big eyes, everything disappeared but her and her desires, her needs, her wants. Even I wasn’t important when it came to her. Even my needs meant nothing to me next to hers. And she wanted me to give something I wanted to take so desperately.
I wanted to believe something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong, but it was.
I wanted to believe being with her wasn’t impossible, but it was.
But, nothing had changed how much I wanted her. No matter what. No matter the consequences. Only one thing could’ve stopped me, and that was Maya.
I knew Maya would’ve never stopped me, though. She wanted the same thing I wanted. But tonight, I was this close to taking her virginity. That thought had the effect of a bucket of ice. I shouldn’t have done that to her. I could never stain her with dirt like that.
If I stayed here, if I stayed anywhere near her, I knew I was going to do just that. I knew we would never stop. Our love was like a poison that couldn’t be stopped. It was moving in our veins, burning away all the common sense inside us. Our love was a poison that didn’t have an antidote.
That was why I had to leave.
I had to leave to protect Maya from any more damage than I’d already caused her.
I had to leave to give her a chance for a normal life.
So, I left her.
I left her even though she begged me not to.
I left her with her scent still on my face and hands.
I left her with her taste on my tongue and branded in my mind.
I couldn’t stop myself any longer. The emotions inside me made it only worse. So, I buried my face between her legs. She shrieked and moaned as I groaned with the taste that hypnotized all my senses. I wanted more and more. I wanted not to stop. Ever.
In a minute, she was screaming my name and coating my mouth with her sweet juices. I couldn’t get enough. As she was lying on the bench, looking relax, I grabbed the flogger and hit her ass.
She cried out and moaned with the impact. I kept hitting her, watching her every move, every breath closely to understand her limits. As her ass turned to a perfect shade of pink, I stopped and caressed her skin, making her hiss.
“More. I need so much more than this,” she said.
I looked back at the board, eyeing the whip. I wasn’t sure how she would react to that, but if she needed more than we were going to find out.
I didn’t warn her before I gave her the first blow.
She screamed, but her cry ended with a loud moan.
“How about this?” I asked teasingly.
“Yes. More.”
I hit her again and again until a sob escaped from her throat. Throwing the whip away, I freed her from the cuffs and wrapped her in a blanket.
With her in my arms, softly sobbing, I carried her to my office.
“Bring her a cup of hot chocolate,” I told Nikki as I passed her.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” I whispered.
She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. “Don’t go,” she whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m here.” We were now in a highway without an exit.
CHAPTER 28
MAYA
I sighed in his arms, breathing in his scent, fresh and earthy, like a forest. As he carried me out to the car like I was a feather, I noticed I was feeling like that - a feather that floated on the wind.
The suffocating pressure in my ribcage disappeared. My heart stopped weeping, and the screams in my mind were silent for the first time in two years.
I felt… healed.
I shuddered when I remembered his hands on me, his mouth on me. My ass still throbbed with a sweet buzzing pain. It was like an anchor that held me to the ground. I loved it, and I already wanted more of it.
I didn’t even realize the time that passed on the drive. Time and place lost their meaning in the bliss I’d found in his arms. He’d hurt me, but no pain felt that amazing or peaceful until he applied it on my body. Another sigh escaped from my mouth when I felt his arms wrap around me one more time. As
he carried me to his apartment, I was in my happy place, my hometown, where I always should’ve been.
Zeke slowly put me down on the bed, trying to unwrap my arms around his neck, but I didn’t let him. I pulled him closer.
He chuckled, “You must be tired. You need to sleep, baby girl.”
“Don’t go,” I murmured.
With a chaste kiss on my lip, he whispered, “I won’t.”
I smiled and unwrapped my arms. I heard some shuffling noises, but my eyes were heavy. I felt the bed dip after a few seconds, and Zeke’s arms wrapped around my still naked body. I think Zeke was whispering something, but I was already half-asleep to make sense of it.
***
When I woke up, the sun was slowly rising over the horizon, casting the room with dreamy colors.
I was in Zeke’s arms, naked.
It took me a few moments to get a grasp of what happened last night. I was the happiest I’ve been in the last two years, but I was also nervous. I didn’t know what was going to happen when Zeke opened his eyes. I didn’t want to find out. The last time I was this happy ended with him leaving me. I didn’t want to relive that day.
I woke up with a big smile on my face, reaching for Zeke only to find his side empty. He must be preparing breakfast, I thought.
Pushing the sheet away from my body, I looked at my nakedness. My stomach fluttered, my pussy clenched with the memory from last night. His mouth was down there. He kissed me there the way he kissed my lips; starting soft and slow before getting desperate and rough. I had to bite my palm to muffle my scream.
The knock on my door was the first alarm bell.
I frowned, but as a reflex, I covered up with the sheet again. “Yes?” I called out, my voice was shaky.
Zeke opened the door and came inside. I smiled at him, but he didn’t return my smile. That was the second alarm bell.
I expected him to sit next to me on the bed like he always did. I waited for him to kiss me sweetly like he did every day. But, today wasn’t that day. Today, he sat in my chair in front of my desk, as far away from my bed as my small room allowed. This was the third alarm bell.