Mallory

by Michelle Love

  It was amazing. He pulled his mouth away.

  “Do not come until I tell you to.”

  She moaned a little, and he kissed her again. His mouth was wet and hot and the way he kissed was amazing. She could really focus on how his mouth blended with hers.

  His tongue ran over her teeth. Something happened, and the vibration went faster. He pumped it faster and took the belt away to use his finger to stimulate her clit.

  She had to focus on his kiss to stop herself from climaxing. Her legs were shaking from the need to release. When he finally pulled the vibrating thing out of her, he placed the wide tip right on her clit and she knew she couldn’t hold back much longer.

  He moved his body over hers as he continued to kiss her. Her head moved along with him and when he pushed himself into her she arched up to meet him, desperate to let it out.

  Arsen didn’t make even one stroke. He stayed perfectly still then pulled his mouth away. “Come.”

  Her body crashed around his and he groaned along with her as her body pulsed around his cock. “Fuck, that’s amazing, Baby!”

  He pressed into her as deep as he could go then pulled out and slammed back into her. Steele’s body was shaking as he began his assault on her. Slamming into her hard and fast.

  It felt as if a Wild-man was on her. After repeated, hard thrusts he suddenly pulled out of her and took her bound hands from the bedpost.

  She was jostled around as he moved her. He took her by the ankles and moved up with them until her heels were by her ears and she felt him press his hard cock into her again.

  He took her bound hands and placed them over his head and around his neck. Then he moved them both as he seemed to be sitting back on his feet.

  He began lifting her body, making her stroke him. She was amazed as he lifted her over and over. She had to say something as she was just too stunned. “Wow! You’re really strong, Arsen!”

  His words came out a little strained as he was exerting himself.

  “Uh, huh. And no coming until I say.”

  “Of course, sir,” she said with a little giggle. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “And no talking. You’re distracting me.”

  In their position, their mouths couldn’t reach the others to kiss so her mind wandered to what they must look like. A human pretzel was what she came up with.

  The way his muscles felt around her body had her mesmerized. The sight deprivation let her hear everything. The little sloshing sounds their connected bodies made was kind of sexy and she found that along with the muscles moving around her and the little pumps he was making inside her too much.

  Her body was about to let go and she had no idea how she was going to control that in the crazy position. So she resorted to the old Kegel trick and in no time Arsen was telling her to come as he climaxed.

  As they caught their breath, Arsen began to untangle their bodies. He laid her back, removed her arms from his neck and let her legs go back down.

  “You’re very supple. Not everyone can do that position.” He kissed her forehead and put her bound hands back over the bed post.

  “More?” she asked. “And I didn’t have any real choice in getting into that position. You kind of pretzeled me into it.”

  His lips pressed against her clit and she arched up as it was still pulsing and tender to the touch. The mere touch was about to set her off again.

  “Of course more, Baby. You pulled your trick on me and I have to get you back.” The sound of the vibrator filled the air, and it was on her.

  He moved it over her as it warmed up and vibrated her entire sex. She moaned and wiggled.

  “Oh my God, Baby! Can I at least come when I want?”

  “Hell, no! What kind of relationship do you think this is?” He leaned over and took one of her tits in his mouth. Licking it constantly.

  She was writhing trying to hold it back. Her voice was shaking as the vibrator had her whole body vibrating. “But you love me, Arsen!”

  His hot mouth moved off her tit, and he trailed gentle kisses over her chest and along her neck. Then his voice spread warmth over her as he said.

  “I do love you, now come for me, Baby.”

  Steele moaned loudly as she fell apart and the sound of the vibrator stopped, but the buzzing feeling in her didn’t.

  He pulled her hands down and let them out of the bind then rubbed her wrists then her shoulders. Then he took the blindfold off and kissed her cheek.

  With a smile, he said, “You do remember our safe word, don’t you, Baby?”

  She nodded and ran her hand over his cheek.

  “I knew I could’ve used it, but you didn’t hurt me.”

  “I never want to hurt you. You need to always tell me if I do and I’ll stop. To excite you is all I want. To love you is my only priority.” His fingers ran over her lips and he leaned up on his elbow with his head propped on his palm so he could look down at her.

  Her heart ached with how beautiful she thought he was. The man was changing right in front of her eyes and she wished liked hell it could just be like any other normal relationship without the constant threat of prison or any of the other things she felt hanging over their heads.

  The truth was his ways did excite her. Even as he ordered her to get out of the tub and wait for him, she felt little fear he was actually going to hurt her. There was a part of her who loved it.

  His changes were making him into a man who would be perfect for her and now that their relationship was out in the open everything would be great. If only they weren’t being implicated in the disappearance of Gwen, and the murders Arsen was still being considered for.

  Arsen laid back with his strong arm around her.

  “Good night, Baby. Try not to think about a thing. Worry never solved anything. If you wake up and feel upset or have any bad feelings, wake me up and we can deal with them together. You’re not alone, ever. I want you to know that. I’m here for you.”

  “The same goes for you, my sweet man. I’m here for you.”

  He chuckled. “Sweet. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that word being used about me.”

  “Go to sleep, Arsen.” She ran her hand up to hold his bicep.

  His strong arms made her feel safe, and she loved how they felt around her. Just before she fell asleep, one thought ran through her head.

  Please let them find Gwen alive!

  GWEN

  Distant voices woke Gwen up. It was dark out and she was confused at where she was exactly. She listened to try to hear what the people were saying.

  A woman’s voice she could hear saying, “You idiot! No one told you to take that girl. Now you have the cops looking for you. You’re going to have to ditch that car. They’ll find evidence you took her and then you’ll be back in prison before you know it.”

  Gwen stayed perfectly still. She remembered what had happened. She’d gotten away. Somewhat anyway. At least she was on the other side of the fence and they couldn’t get to her.

  Allen’s voice was a bit high as he said, “I can’t go back. Anne, you have to help me. This was all your idea. To get back at Arsen. The girl was a mistake. I admit that.”

  “Look, you dimwit,” she heard Anne say. “This is getting much too complicated and Arsen will not get what he deserves if I don’t step in and completely take charge. So, first things first. You have to be punished for this. Get back inside while I figure out how to deal with you. Strip and put your hands against the wall and wait for me. However long that takes, your ass better be waiting just like I said or the punishment will be ten times worse. Arsen can tell you about not doing as I say. His body still bears the scars of disobeying me.”

  Gwen’s heart went to her throat as she realized the woman must have been the big and powerful Arsen’s master at one time.

  I have to get to Steele and Arsen before it’s too late for us all!

  For Ever Part 10

  Arsen’s Rules

  By Michelle Love
/>   GWEN

  Cold night air had goose bumps covering her skin which felt every little prick of the brittle, dry, tall grass she crawled on her belly through. Gwen kept picturing herself as a military hero in a jungle somewhere.

  Anything she could do to take her mind off the way her body was shutting down was what she was doing to get to help.

  Haunting sounds of Allen’s cries as Anne whipped him with something moved through the night air. They seemed so far away and Gwen almost felt sorry for the psychotic bastard who’d kidnapped her.

  She had to keep reminding herself that she had a mission. Her body would refuse to move at times and she’d have to stop and rest for a while. Each time she did that meant she was losing precious time.

  Anne and Allen had their own mission. To ruin Arsen and kill Steele. Gwen had to make it to someone to get her to the police before it was too late.

  If I can make it to the road without dying myself!

  ARSEN

  Steele slept fitfully in his arms, keeping him from sleep. Not that he could with all which was happening. The light from his phone caught his attention as he lay there in the dark, listening to Steele’s mumbles as she talked in her sleep.

  He reached over to pick up the phone on the nightstand beside his bed to find a text. The number was odd, all sevens. He hesitated before opening it to read it.

  With a swipe of his forefinger it was open, and it said

  -We need to meet, you and I. Dawn in front of your apartment. I’ll be waiting in a blue Camaro.-

  Arsen placed the phone back on the table and then he was really awake. Dawn was a mere three hours away.

  His mind was racing with who it could be and if they could help him out of his current situations. Any of them.

  Arsen’s problems seemed to keep building. Like all things which build up too high, he had hopes of everything crashing, but not down on him.

  He held the love of his life in his arms. Never had he known love like he knew for Steele. Not even his first love had been so complete.

  Finally, a real future with a wife and kids stood before him. Only a tall fence with sharp, pointed tops stood between him and that future. He had to climb that fence to get to the other side, and it felt as if led weights had been placed around his ankles, keeping him from doing it.

  He lay his head back and closed his eyes as he thought about what he wanted for Steele and himself. A nice mansion with a swimming pool for their children. It would have to have some acreage with it and a barn for her horse and the many other animals they’d get.

  Arsen wanted it all. The picture perfect life of a normal couple with a normal life. His heart wanted it so bad it ached.

  Right after Steele had fallen asleep, Arsen had gotten up and went to his office. He got on his computer and made a purchase he hoped would be the beginning of the real thing for him and Steele.

  Even though so much was happening, he wanted one constant, one thing in his control to help him get through that horrible time.

  To have a plan and start moving towards his ultimate goal was a thing he needed and wanted. He just hoped Steele did to.

  She grumbled about something and rolled away from him. He reached over and pulled her back to him as she was close to the edge of the bed and he was afraid she’d fall off with her constant dreams or nightmares. He wasn’t sure which.

  Her long, dark hair had wrapped around her and he gently tugged it out from underneath her and brushed it back from her face. Arsen could look at her face forever and he planned to do just that.

  His mind wandered to his past. Anne had taken him in when he was in his first year at Stanford University. Not sure what he was going to be at that time. He only knew he wanted to be something which had to do with the law.

  Arsen wanted to prove to himself he could make something out of himself. He hadn’t seen Anne since she’d left him at the emergency room, just a few months before he turned eighteen.

  He lived out of the old Chevy Cobalt he’d earned enough money while living in the foster home to buy. Working at the closest fast food place to the house he’d been sent to, he walked to it each day after school and worked until near dawn.

  Arsen knew he had a limited amount of time with that roof over his head and he made good use of that time. The car had cost him two thousand dollars, and it got him around once he was out of high school and out of the foster home.

  He went to the small, local college and applied for the financial aid he’d need to go to college. The two years in the small college had him in a dorm room with a party crowd.

  Arsen knew he couldn’t get sidetracked by the other young men. He slept most times in his small car in the student parking lot of the dorms. The other guys always seemed to have girls in their beds with them and Arsen wanted nothing to do with sex at that time.

  Sex equaled pain in his memory. He wanted none of either. His heart was still mending from the rejection his first love gave him.

  Thanks to staying out of trouble, Arsen made excellent grades and was accepted to Stanford University after completing his Associate’s Degree at the small junior college.

  On his first day there, after a horrific day of trying to get to all his classes and get settled in, he went to a small bar to get a drink after the tough day. That’s where he saw Beth’s mother.

  She was tall, thin, and had long blonde hair. Mrs. Sinclair was not wearing her normal clothing, though. Her heels were tall and her dress was short. Minuscule.

  The top of her shirt plunged all the way down to her pierced bellybutton. And Arsen found his mouth watering for the older woman who resembled the love he’d lost in her daughter.

  He was too shy to go to her though. Arsen sat at the back of the small bar at a table alone in a darkened corner. He watched as his ex-girlfriend’s mother made some phone calls while she sat at the bar. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

  That someone finally joined her. Another tall woman, wearing all leather. Her shiny boots had high heels on them and her short, blond hair was in tight curls under a leather cap.

  Arsen watched with great interest as the two had another drink and talked as they sat on stools at the bar. Then Mrs. Sinclair got up and made her way to the ladies’ room. Which was behind Arsen.

  His ability to breathe ceased, and he sat perfectly still, trying to become invisible as she walked towards him. Her boobs bounced, and he knew there was nothing between them and the barely covering top she wore.

  Her light blue eyes moved to him and after a moment they lit up. She stopped dead in her tracks.

  “Arsen Sloan! Is that you?”

  He nodded slowly, unsure of how she was going to act. She was caught, busted by him. This was not the Mrs. Sinclair he, nor her husband and daughter knew. This woman was into some tough shit and he knew it by the way she was dressed and made up.

  “Wait here,” she directed him as she went to the restroom.

  He fidgeted in his seat. Arsen felt like running out of that bar as fast as his feet could take him. But he was paralyzed for some reason. The woman had him wondering about her.

  Arsen knew Beth’s mother was twenty years older than him. He was twenty-one, making her forty-one, but she didn’t look old at all. Not one wrinkle. Not one ounce of fat. Not a trace of gray in her long, silky, blonde hair.

  Her hand grazed his shoulder as she came back to him.

  “Arsen, how have you been, darling.” Her lips touched his cheek and sent chills through him.

  “Fine, Mrs. Sinclair.” He tensed and butterflies filled his stomach.

  Arsen was a skinny thing back then. He’d not yet begun to do his strenuous work outs. It was she who had him start that.

  His dark hair was cut short, and he wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans with Nike running shoes. Not quite the polished man he became.

  She took the chair on the other side of the table and looked him over. Her hand rose into the air and her friend came over. She smiled up at the woman close to her
age.

  “This is Arsen, Sheila. What do you think about him?”

  Sheila gave a nod.

  “He’s got potential, I’d say.”

  Arsen gulped. He felt on display or for sale or something. He looked down at the empty glass of rum and coke in his hand which was nearly trembling.

  Mrs. Sinclair leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. Her fingernails were long and painted shiny black. Her eyeliner was dark black too, making her light blue eyes pop.

  The other woman’s eyes were dark brown and her eyes were lined with a dark green liner. She was attractive in a scary sort of way. Her lips were deep red and so were Mrs. Sinclair’s.

  The two woman gave off a vibe of sexy fear and Arsen wasn’t immune to it. He was nervous though.

  Mrs. Sinclair’s breasts were about to pop out of her tight dress as she leaned forward and reached out to touch the top of his hand which was nervously running around the edge of his empty glass.

  “Shelia’s apartment is only a few blocks away, Arsen. She and I were going to go out, but since we found you, we’d like to take you back to her place. How does that sound?” Mrs. Sinclair winked at him, making him extremely uneasy.

  His voice was shaky.

  “For what?”

  Her dark red lips curled into a smile and the other woman who stood next to him placed her hand on his shoulder. Arsen looked up at her as she said, “We want to fuck you, Arsen.”

  With the eloquent statement, he sat back and looked at both of the women with confusion riddling his expression.

  “Why?” he asked.

  Mrs. Sinclair laughed.

  “You’re attractive and young. I assume you can fuck for days with your youth. It’s Friday night. I would guess you’re free for the weekend. We can have so much fun together, the three of us.”

  Knots had formed in his stomach and Shelia gave him a wink.

  “I’m going to go and get you a drink to help you decide. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit.”