by TorreS, Pet
"I SAID I WOULD FIND YOU EVEN IF I HAD TO GO TO HELL!"
Chapter 10
I slipped into a white, fluffy robe after getting out of the bathtub. I had the same feeling as when I was in this home for the first time and enjoyed this same bathtub and a similar robe to the one that now hugged my body.
My hair was still slightly wet. I looked into the mirror and tried to resign myself to my fate which now lay in the hands of the man who stole my peace and my hopes.
I opened the bathroom door and saw Larsson TIGER standing before me. He had escorted me like I was something very valuable or very dangerous, like a criminal who needed permission to go to the toilet.
He raised his eyebrows at me. He kept his left arm extended and was leaning against the hallway wall.
"We need to talk," he said to me. "In my bedroom."
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I walked in front and he walked behind me, making sure I could not escape again.
He remained completely silent as we walked down the corridor and I did too.
He opened the door to his room and I went in first. He entered after letting me pass and shut the door behind us. His fingers turned the key three times to one side. Then he removed it from the lock and put it into the pocket of his black overcoat.
I walked on and stopped on front of an oil painting hanging on his wall. It was above his bed. There was a naked woman lying on red sheets, and snuggled around her belly was a tiger cub.
Tears flowed freely as I contemplated this work of art. It had been painted by Larsson TIGER himself.
This was the first time I had seen this picture. It was the same one that Larsson had painted on the night that I was his for the first time.
And my virginity was stolen.
"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed still looking at the oil painting.
L and T were the initials of the name at the bottom of the painting. Larsson TIGER, creator of the most beautiful artwork I had ever seen in my life.
He took two steps forward and stopped behind me. His hand touched my right shoulder and he dared to say next to my ear, "It is you who is beautiful!"
The tip of his nose slid down close to my ear all the way to the skin of my neck. In a low voice he whispered, "Without your splendid nudity, there would be no work of art so beautiful! The most beautiful picture I have ever painted in entire my life!"
I closed my eyes and opened them at the sound of his hoarse but soft voice against my humid skin.
However, the alert in my mind told me to keep myself away from this dangerous man. Even if he was the most attractive and beautiful man I had ever seen in my life it was prudent for me to stay away – if I could.
Larsson TIGER was a man who would never be worthy of the true love of a woman. He did not deserve the exciting heartbeats of a human perhaps not even from a tiger which he worshiped and treated as if it were himself.
My feet carried me to the other side of his room where I stopped walking behind his black armchair. Who knows, it was probably a type of defense for me.
Larsson walked over to a small table next to his bed, grabbed his cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking his time.
When the smoke came out through his nose, he began talking in a disappointed voice.
"What you did was very cruel, Emily!"
I wrinkled my forehead not expecting to hear those words. I stood, looking at him, however, I remained silent.
"I spent six months wondering if you were really dead!" His eyes looked out of the glass wall. "Although I always felt certain within me that you were alive."
He diverted his gaze from the glass wall and faced my stunned and confused eyes.
"And that one day you would return to my life."
My feet now took me to the front of his armchair.
"To return to your life for what? For you to take me back to that house of prostitution?"
Larsson bent and squeezed his cigarette against the ashtray. He stood straight and looked at me again.
"You will not go back to that house."
I shook my head, not believing his words. His promise meant nothing to me.
"What are you saying?"
My suspicion made him angry. His voice changed, became harder.
"I am saying that you will never prostitute yourself again."
I walked and stopped in the middle of his room. "I do not believe you! You have always deceived me! And why would you do differently now?"
His hands touched my waist. He ensured I faced him. I felt so confused.
"Believe me! I'll not make you prostitute yourself again! I swear!"
“So what will I do? Stay here? Why would you want to keep me in this house? For what?"
His hand moved to my face. His fingers moved up and down. He blinked and stared at me again.
"Because I always want to have you around."
I tried to escape from his touch but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him.
"I had the experience of living a cursed six months away from you and I'm not willing to live six more months, years, weeks or even seconds without you again."
I closed my eyes and tried to control the tears that were again threatening to fall.
"Stop it! Why do you torture me? Damaging me and making me suffer? I think I do not deserve any of the bad things that you have done to me."
"Emily, I'm willing to give you another life. I want you to come and live in this house, at my side."
I closed my eyes and shook my head as I realized that his words seemed to be true, like my love for him. But I had no guarantee that he would actually do what he was proposing to me.
"I do not want it!" I informed him looking into his green eyes.
He shook my arm, freed me and walked away from me.
"Why? I'm offering you a roof over your head without you having to open your legs for money! And also without you having to serve customers in a poor snack bar!"
"I do not want to live under your roof." I looked at him standing beside his bed. "I just want my freedom, which you stole from the day you met me on the roadside."
Larsson walked over to me and looked at me seriously.
"It is not me who imprisons you."
His hand touched my heart under my white robe.
"What imprisons you is the 'love' you feel for me."
"That is not true." I shook my head but my eyes never left his.
"Yeah, Emily. It is true. And you know it perfectly!"
I looked up at my picture painted in oil and I felt naked, like I was in the picture - so still and so unprotected before the only man who could violently shake my heart.
I turned to the side and I tried to get out of his way, then I walked to the glass wall. I looked out at the garden.
Larsson sat down on his bed keeping his back to me.
"If you want your freedom so much," he looked down at the floor. "I will give it to you."
I looked at his back..He seemed sincere in his words, even though I did not feel I could trust him completely.
"But on one condition."
"Condition?" My eyes narrowed.
He got up and walked toward me, stopped in front of me and looked deep into my eyes. His own eyes seemed to be emanating with love. I had never seen him like this before.
"I’ll leave you alone if you take a risk.”
I held my breath.
“Make love to me in the cage with my tiger."
I wrinkled my forehead. "Make love? Have I heard you correctly? Larsson Tiger now makes love to women?"
His hands reached out and grabbed my wrists tightly.
"To women no, but to you, yes."
I started to laugh at his joke - 'making love'.
He wrinkled his forehead and narrowed his eyes, condemning my mocking behavior.
"You should worry about the risk that you will be running if you accept to join me in that cage."
I stared at him with determination. "I'm not afraid of the risk that I'll be ru
nning if I accept your proposal. For me, any business is valid! Even my death! After all, I have nothing to lose, Larsson TIGER."
"So you accept to help me accomplish my biggest sexual fantasy." His eyes glowed.
"Now here’s the Larsson TIGER that I know."
"But you have not answered my question yet!"
I looked into his eyes then lowered them down to his luscious lips.
"All right." I reached out and my fingers caressed his face gently. "My freedom in exchange for your biggest sexual fantasy. Is it fair?"
I turned and moved out of his way.
"When will it be?" I asked.
"NOW."
My eyes widened as a cold ran down my spine. I thought of that ferocious animal before us. But it was too late for me to go back on my decision. I had already given him my word.
"Okay and after that I'm leaving this place and your life forever!" I looked back at him.
"You will not be able to leave me. I'm sure of it. Not while you still love me."
His hand slid down to my belly under my white robe and his lips grazed my hair.
"You think so?" I said after stifling a small moan of pleasure as his fingers brushed against my skin.
I walked on, withdrawing myself from his physical contact.
Chapter 11
Larsson finished his bath and put on his black robe. Opening his bathroom door, he saw me sitting on the edge of his bed. I lifted my head and looked in his direction.
There was a different glint in his eyes, an excitment running through his veins that I had never seen before.
Then I guessed that since he was facing the one and only woman who would help him achieve his biggest sexual fantasy, it would have been something very exciting and unique for him.
It became clear to me that this was something he had been waiting for for years, but he had never found the perfect woman make it happen – until now.
"Are you ready?" He asked me, smiling excitedly.
I stood up and stretched my spine, trying to show my courage and determination.
"Yeah, I’m ready."
We walked in silence through his garden. He made sure to switch off the electric bulbs in the garden to make the place more exotic and exciting.
We approached the cage where his tiger was lying. The animal raised his head when he heard the movements of his owner opening the cage door.
Larsson entered the cage and remained for a time with his pet, making him tame and comfortable so he would be calm when it was time for me to go in.
"Come!" He said to me. He remained standing in the middle of the cage, making a barrier between me and the tiger with his own body.
It took a few seconds before I dared to get into the cage. I knew I was putting my life at risk and perhaps the life of Larsson too.
"Come in , Emily ! Or will you give up now?"
I stepped forward boldly even though inside I didn’t feel brave at all.
"I never give up!" I said hoping my voice sounded strong. I tried to convince myself that I had made the right decision when my fingers touched the cold iron barrier. I opened the door and walked into the cage for the first time. The tiger rose and seemed to be double his size. He still stood behind Larsson.
"Zulu, lie down now!" Larsson ordered the animal.
I closed my eyes in fear and dared not to open them until I heard Larsson's voice.
"It's okay," he said gently.
I opened my eyes slowly. I looked down and saw the tiger lying towards the back of the cage. But his eyes were aware of our every move, especially mine as I was a stranger to him. I was very aware of my movements and tried to move slowly so as not to alarm the tiger.
I began to feel like an ice doll, something which wasn’t flexible but rigid in its movements. Everything I had ever said in that place was always after being the green light from Larsson, with the famous phrase -
GO AHEAD!
I kept my back glued to the bars and did not dare to move to far away from the door. I felt as if my every move represented each second of my life and I could not make an error or slip up in any way because it could mean my precarious end.
Larsson TIGER turned his back to his tiger and walked towards me. He stopped in front of me. This eased my fear somewhat but did not take it away completely.
His hands reached over to the bars and I found myself doubly imprisoned by his arms which were on either side of me.
He stared at me and his breathing began to increase as the seconds ran on his wristwatch.
"Be prepared for the biggest thrill of our lives."
His lips slid down my ear and down my neck. I closed my eyes and shudderred as he touched me. The feeling of being inside that cage about to make love with Larsson, in the presence of a tiger, was something so out of the ordinary and incredible that I really had no place to file it in my mind. There was nothing to protect us from danger.
At the same time that it terrified me it also excited me.
Larsson stood erect and his hands traveled down my shoulders to my arms stopping at my waist. He undid the belt on my robe and opened it staring down at my naked body as he inhaled sharply.
His fingers moved silkily over my skin from the bottom up and they removed my robe from my body. It pooled on the floor around my feet.
His eyes were completely green and I felt like he was touching me with them as he looked at my nakedness. I closed my eyes delighting in his boldness as he touched the ditch of my breasts with the tip of his index finger.
My hands held onto the bars of the cage and I let out a small moan.
I opened my eyes and saw Larsson looking at me seriously with his narrow eyes. With his eyes still locked on me he got rid of his black robe. I moved my gaze down his body admiring him in silence in all his awesome nakedness. The tiger tattoo on his ribs excited me even more.
No man in this world could ever have a tattoo as exciting as his.
He moved closer and bent over touching his lips on my belly. Then his head came up gradually, while his tongue ran over my soft and slightly wet skin.
My fingers intertwined in his hair just below his nape and I pulled at it as his tongue massaged me. I let out another moan when my nipple was sucked and bitten by his mouth and his hot tongue moved in circles driving me mad.
"Hmhmhm!" I moaned and he raised his head and looked into my face. His lips slid down my chin and came back up and joined my hot lips.
His kiss became smooth and then violent, our tongues duelled as our mouths joined.
His erection became increasingly firm and warm against my groin.
His hands slid down my buttocks and squeezed them savagely. I was lifted into the air with my back still against the bars of the cage. My legs opened and I twirled them around his waist.
His hands squeezed my breasts without pity. I felt them enlarge as he touched me. His moan of pleasure made me throb with a hunger I hadn’t known before.
And more than ever I wanted him inside me.
"Is this good?" he asked me quietly.
"Yeah.” I could barely speak.
"Do you feel pleasure with me?" he continued.
"Yeah," I said again with my eyes closed.
Another kiss invaded my mouth and soon his erection found my cunt. I felt him inside me, coming and going in a hurry and without haste at the same time.
He moaned between my lips and I gave him the same in return but lower and more delicate, like a cotton shrinking in contact with acetone.
His feet were on the ground and his hand slid down my belly. He licked my ear and my neck, biting my nape. His arm turned me to keep my back to him still facing the bars.
My face and my breasts were pressed against the bars, and again I felt him behind me. His middle finger invaded my mouth and I sucked it with desire.
His left hand moved below me and he realized that I was quite wet.
"You are very wet!" he whispered into my ear. "This is a delight!"
I sucked his finger
strongly between small moans.
His fingers grabbed my hair and pulled it back. His erection moved into me harder, this occured one, two, three, four times...
"Mumhmhm."
He moaned in my nape and I grazed my lips on the bar, wanting more and more, once, twice, three times, or even all night.
He turned me to face him and covered me in desperate and passionate kisses. His hands held my face and he breathed into my mouth, completely taken by ecstasy.
"Marry me, Emily!"
My heart raced. I couldn’t believe he had just said that. I never imagined I would hear anything like that from his lips.
"Say yes, and you will be Mrs.TIGER."
He smiled next to my lips, and I embraced him, but I did not answer his question. He kissed me on the lips again, smothering me in his warmth.
That night of love with Larsson TIGER inside that cage had been the most extraordinary experience of my sexual life.
And sex had become something dangerous and delightful as a tiger watched on and was a witness to our erotic performance.
Chapter 12
Everything seemed so perfect as I found myself lying in the bed with Larsson. My back was to him and his right arm was crossed around my waist, holding me to him. As if I should never escape from his arms, even though he was asleep.
Our naked bodies were under a black sheet.
Both of us were completely satisfied. I fell asleep next to Larsson Tiger.
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7:04 am
Larsson TIGER furrowed his brow and took a deep breath. He opened his green eyes.
He looked at one side of the bed and saw it empty. He supported his elbows on the mattress and looked around his room.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers over them. He opened them with caution.
"Emily!" he screamed while putting his feet on the floor and rising from the bed.
However, there was no sound.
The profound silence in his room botherd him. He thought that maybe I had really left him – this time for good. This made him desperate.