Seeing Peak again had brought the past crashing back in. All day the day before he had been caught up in terrible memories and sadness, he had locked himself into his office and when he had come out he had found Meghan waiting for him. He had been unable to speak to her but she had seemed to understand, she had simply come to bed with him and lain beside him until he went to sleep.
He rolled back onto his back, instantly Meghan snuggled close, placing her head on his shoulder and her body curved into the hollows of his own so completely it felt like she had been born to inhabit that space. He stroked her hair and she mumbled a few blurred and indistinguishable words.
Danny knew he had to talk to her, to tell her about his childhood but he had no idea how. He knew she had heard the words he had spoken to Peak but he also knew she had no way to understand the true horror of what he had lived through.
And would she forgive him if she knew of all the things that he had done?
“Danny?”
Meghan spoke softly and Danny turned his head to look down at her. She could see the worry in his face and she wanted nothing more than to reassure him. She squeezed his hand and he responded by smiling at her.
A long tense silence followed. Neither knew what to say or how to even speak. The phone rang, signaling the arrival of the breakfast that Danny had ordered. Meghan shrugged into a robe and went to fetch the order, when she returned he was already up and sitting at the small high-topped counter that served as a breakfast space.
The coffee was fragrant and hot; Meghan poured his out and handed it to him with the handle out so that it would not burn his hand, as he had taught her. She put a fat, flaky pastry on the thin china plate and added slices of orange. Next she took down two tiny bowls and filled them with the plump and almost too ripe strawberries, spooning the rich cream that they had been sitting in over their rosy crowns.
The silence was uncomfortable and the scraping of their silverware seemed far too loud. Finally Danny spoke, “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
Meghan answered quickly and she meant it but as she sat there looking at his closed off face, a twinge of nervousness began in her belly. When he shoved his chair away from the counter and said, “Go to the bedroom, kneel by the large closet and wait for me there,” that nervousness grew. She slid off of her own chair and followed his order without asking why.
In the bedroom she stripped the robe off and hung it up neatly before kneeling as he had instructed her to do. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel the thick and soft carpet below her knees, the light trickle of cool air from the nearby vent running across the soles of her feet.
The locks on her cuffs rested against her delicate wrist bones and the lock on her collar rested against the nape of her neck. She could feel the solidity of those objects; feel their warmth against her skin.
Time lost meaning and she began to feel stiff and awkward, she wanted to get up. She began to wonder if he had forgotten about her and behind that came a swift flash of anger she had never thought to feel at him.
To stop herself from shouting through the open door, she focused on her own body: the sensations in her tightened nipples, the slow stir of desire in her belly and the resulting fluid that lightly coated her inner lips, a bare drop or two of it ready to smear her inner thighs. The feeling if her own breath inside her ribs and lungs.
“Close your eyes.” Danny said from the doorway.
She immediately obeyed. She could not hear him moving, the carpet was too thick, so she gasped in surprise when his fingers traced the slope of her right shoulder, then the long column of her spine. A band was placed around her head and a mask slid over her eyes. It was soft, thick and very comfortable and she found she could open her eyes even with it on, though the thick foam padding kept any light from trickling under or through it.
The loss of her sight intensified her other senses. She could hear the doors of the large closet opening; hear an ominous creaking from inside of it. Danny coughed, a short and sharp explosion of sound, she could hear the faint snatch of melody he was humming below his breath. Her skin felt incredibly sensitive, she could feel his warmth next to her and she reached out instinctively, her hand coming in contact with his bare leg before he told her to remain still.
A light tickling sensation began as something soft and fluffy teased at the skin of her back and then her nipples. Giggles flew out of her mouth to be replaced by a gasp of sheer pleasure as the tickling stopped and a soft stroking began.
Danny, smiled as he watched her arch her back and ass up towards the long feather he held in his hand. He drew the nib of it across her nipples then he knelt and pushed her all the way upright, her knees grinding further into the carpet while his tongue and heated mouth suckled and teased her taut peaks. He drew back when she raised her hands and put them in his hair, he could feel the tension in her fingers as they pressed into his scalp but he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible so he stood up, pulling her up as well.
“Walk,” he said in her ear, “Take three steps forward.”
She wanted to refuse. She was terrified she would bump into something or fall down. She took a long breath and raised her foot, then stepped forward.
“Good girl,” Danny said, “Now take two more steps.” She did and he continued
“Now turn around, very slowly, and step to the right, just two steps this time.”
She did and then she stood there, her breath coming in hard bursts as a strange rattling jangle sounded out from somewhere behind her. Her hands were placed behind her back, she could feel the silk rope being drawn through the D-rings that he connected to her cuffs. She was bent over, a long and strange feeling device was placed between her legs and she wanted to say stop but she also wanted whatever it was he was about to do.
“I am giving you a safe word,” Danny said as he fastened her securely to the spreader bar that would hold her legs open for him, “If you get too scared or something does not feel good you use it, don’t worry that I will be mad or that I might not have come yet. This is about you; about you trusting me and if you can’t trust me to stop when you need me to, you’ll never be completely mine. Do not ever think you have to do something just because I want it. Do you understand?”
Sweat stood out in tiny beads along her upper lip as she answered, “Yes Sir.”
He removed the blindfold and she stared at herself in the floor –to- ceiling mirror. Danny had utilized a hook that a large potted plant normally hung from; he had placed the length of rope that was attached to her cuffs over it, neatly trapping her. The spreader bar was a long shiny metal bar with two cuffs that had been placed around her slim ankles and locked shut. She could not close her legs, although she tried, straining against the bar for a moment.
The feeling of fighting the bondage, and losing, made her passion ignite. She raised her head, staring at her own flushed face in the mirror. “Please,” she whispered, “I want you so badly.
Danny smiled and picked up the black rabbit fur mitt. It fit snugly over his hand and when he used it to caress her ass and back she shivered, the softness making her relax. Danny waited until she sagged forward slightly and her eyes shut before he slapped her, very lightly, on her right ass cheek. Instantly he rubbed the mildly red patch that appeared with the mitt.
Meghan twisted in her bondage. The slapping came again, but so did the soothing fur mitt. She was caught up in that moment; caught up in the vying sensations of the minor pain and the pleasure that followed it.
Danny kept it up, spanking her and caressing her while she whimpered and alternated between trying to dance away and trying to move closer to his hands. “Do you like that?”
“Yes sir,” she replied, “Please don’t stop.”
Slick fluid dripped and ran from her pussy. She could see a small puddle of her own juices forming on the floor between her feet. She stared at it for a few moments, bemused by the fact that she could be so turned on she was literally soaking the car
pet.
Danny did stop but when she protested he placed a finger on her lips and whispered for her to hush. She did but not for long, Danny went to the drawer where he kept the toys and brought back a powerful vibrator and a tube of lubricant.
He plugged the vibrator in and then he poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up before applying it to her pussy. Meghan shuddered and whimpered while she rubbed her throbbing clit back and forth on his fingers, enjoying the way he pressed down just a little too hard as he made sure that every crease and crevice was well oiled.
The vibrator clicked on and she sobbed out loud as it nudged against the swollen nub of her clit. The friction was intense and she moved her hips, shamelessly grinding against the vibrator.
Danny grinned as he used a long strip of red bondage tape to affix the heavy vibrator to her body. “If that tape falls off you are going to be without,” he said merrily, laughing when Meghan instantly ceased moving. He knew he had just frightened her into stillness in the best way possible.
He moved around behind her, his hands parting her ass cheeks. He bent his head, letting his tongue ride the thin pucker of skin that lay between her soaked folds and her asshole. She shivered, a fine silvery shiver that let him know just how little it would take to make her come right then.
To further torment her he ran his tongue against her asshole while the vibrator worked against her clit. She screamed, her eyes closing involuntarily as sensation overtook all thought.
Danny rubbed the head of his cock against the swollen entrance to her tunnel, enjoying the feeling of the vibrations lacing through her. He slid inside her, just an inch, holding her hips captive as he did so.
He pulled back out and Meghan began to beg, she could feel the emptiness he had left behind and she was desperate to have it filled. Danny slid back inside her hot oily channel, allowing her a few more inches of his stiff cock before pulling completely out again.
He was transfixed by the sight of her face and of his cock moving in and out of her. He pulled her head up, whispering, “Watch while I take you. I want your eyes wide open when you come.”
Those words sent Meghan over the edge. Her orgasm rocked through her, allowing her no time to ask properly and she howled out an apology even as Danny began to pound his slick cock into her tight pussy, faster and harder.
Her breasts swayed and bobbed and he spanked her ass cheeks one last time, not hard, just enough to bring a slightly stinging sensation to her. Yet another orgasm pealed through her, she kept her eyes open as he had ordered, watching his face as he watched hers.
Danny could feel his balls tightening, moving closer to his body. He grit his teeth and rammed into her one last time, grunting with effort and then he came, a flood of rich white seed spurting out of the head of his dick and into her waiting slit.
“Thank you,” he said as he untied her. He could feel the trembling in her arms and legs and he picked her up, holding her close to his chest as he carried her back to the bed and placed her gently upon it. He lay next to her, snuggling her and reassuring her.
“You did so well,” he murmured. “I was afraid it would be too much for you to take.’
“I liked it,” Meghan whispered. “I liked it a lot.”
Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked at his nipples, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. Her fingers ran along his chest and flat belly. The feel of his skin seemed to ground her and she allowed herself to simply feel him, to enjoy the tactile sensation of his flesh.
“We need to talk,” he said finally.
Meghan felt tears swirl in her eyes, and she wondered if he were going to tell her that it was over after all. “Okay,” she said as quietly as possible.
Danny held her closer, stroking the hair back from her forehead. “I was a foster kid... I was a foster kid because your family closed the plant my parents worked at, forcing them into poverty.” He paused, feeling the weight of his words as they fell from his lips. “My dad killed himself when the bank foreclosed on our home. He was a good man, loving father and husband, but he was weak. He couldn’t handle the thought of having lost everything – of having to rebuild his life. He had seen poverty before, in his childhood, and he didn’t have the strength to face it again.”
Meghan remained still though she wanted nothing more than to comfort him – she dared not utter a word or make a move, for fear that she would pull Danny from the dark space that he felt he had to go. She knew all too well that it wasn’t easy to face the past, if only just in bringing old memories to the front.
“I hated my father for a very long time,” Danny continued, sucking in his breath. “I saw him as nothing more than a coward, and I was ashamed.” He shifted slightly, awkwardly, before his eyes fell to the floor. “My mother was very different from him. She had more strength than any man I’ve ever known, but she had little choice in the direction of her life. She was forced into dancing just to keep food on the table.”
Meghan felt her throat tighten up, an indication that if she opened her mouth, she would not be able to stop herself from sobbing. She swallowed hard, forcing the feelings of sorrow down her throat. She had to be strong for Danny.
“She was murdered…caught up in a drug deal gone wrong and in the blink of an eye, I had no one. I was alone.”
Danny shifted again, his shoulders arching before sagging down, his spirit deflated by the haunting memories of his childhood.
“I went to a couple of homes before they placed me with the Peak family. I was a problem kid, and I wasn’t easy for the other families who were looking to adopt. They couldn’t handle me – they didn’t understand why I was the way that I was. I was pissed off, alone, scared. It was a volatile combination and I acted out a lot.”
“The Peak’s” his voice trailed off and Meghan stroked his hand while he worked past the lump in his throat to go on, “They were crazy, every single one of them. The only thing they abused more than the system were the kids under their roof. The father used to … he used to beat on me almost daily. Enjoyed it, too. The bloodier, the better. I was only twelve but it didn’t matter to him. He’d force me down, and whip me until the ground was soaked in my blood.”
Danny got up from the bed suddenly, and headed for the kitchen. Meghan started to follow him, but he waved her back to the bedroom and she returned to her place. Her eyes were filled with tears and her heart was heavy from the pain she felt for him, she could see him, a lost and frightened kid with nowhere to go and nobody to turn to for help.
Danny came back holding two steaming cups of herbal tea; he passed her one and then sat on the edge of the bed. “I built my business – myself, from nothing. I used drug money, and money I earned running numbers and protecting prostitutes who didn’t want pimps, to get myself into college.”
He turned towards her, “Can you stay with me knowing everything that you do?”
Meghan took a long sip of her tea. “I peed in milk bottles.”
Danny blinked. “What?”
“I broke into the Barnes’ house, their daughter Barbara went to school with me. You never met such a sanctimonious bitch. She would date every guy I liked, even if it meant having sex with them just to get them to go out with her. I broke into her house almost every night and I didn’t steal anything, I just pissed in her milk. She was always upset because the milk was always sour, it drove her insane. She was an athlete and she had to have milk for muscle and so on, she would harp on the subject for hours. She would tell everyone she could not even get the milk to her mouth because she could smell it, and it was always sour no matter where or when her mom bought it. Can you stay with someone who did that?”
“Only if you promise not to ever piss in my milk.” Danny’s eyes twinkled, his lips curled into a wide smile.
“I promise,” Meghan replied, laughing
“Then, I think we’ll be just fine,” Danny replied, chuckling. His heart felt like it would leap out of his chest, like a heavy weigh
t had been rolled off of his shoulders.
“Good,” Meghan said happily. “Are there any pastries left? I am starving!”
~ * ~ * ~
Sal dug an elbow into Danny’s ribs as he watched Meghan walk across the crowded restaurant toward the ladies room. “Now that is one class act right there. I can’t believe she was a cat burglar. I wish someone that looked like that would crawl through my window. Why don’t you ask her if she has any sexy thieving friends she might want to hook me up with?”
“Don’t you get robbed enough by the call girls you see?” Danny asked humorously.
“Hey,” Sal managed to look wounded, “I’m supporting the local economy here. What’s wrong with that?”
Sauce dripped down Sal’s chin and Danny stabbed at the perfectly al dente pasta and sauce in front of him. “Not a thing.”
Meghan ducked into the first empty stall in the ladies room and plopped down on the toilet, uncaring that her dress was on the seat. Her head ached and her belly was in utter revolt. She leaned far forward, hoping to stave off a bout of nausea but within just a few seconds she knew that was not going to work and she spun around, her knees hitting the cool tile of the floor, as she was sick over and over again.
There was a loud knock on the door, “Open up!” an imperious and heavily accented voice demanded.
“Sorry, not now,” Meghan said weakly, resting her cheek on her balled up fist.
“Yes now, you will never be better if you don’t get some of this into your belly.”
Meghan was too tired and sick to argue. She slid the lock and slumped back against the toilet while a massive woman with an unlined face and jet black hair crowded into the stall with her. Meghan had been introduced to Sal’s mother, Maria, earlier in the evening and staring up at her she suddenly felt a relief she would not have thought possible that she seemed so calm and ready to help.
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