Chasing Brittan

by A. D. Herrick

  “Are you saying you want to email and web chat with me, Pet?” He asked, his voice low and husky holding a teasing tone.

  “Only if you want to,” I purred.

  “I never want to let you go, but since I have to. I most definitely want as much of you as you will give me.” my pussy throbbed to life under his deep voice.

  I knew emotions had been running high and having sex was the last thing we should be doing but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the way his body made mine react. It was as though he had a direct line to my libido.

  He was the master pulling all the strings.

  My hand slid down his chest to the top of his slacks. I paused waiting for him to object. When he said nothing, I took it as consent to continue. My hand slid down the length of him, all ten inches, rock hard in his slacks.

  “Pet,” His voice was deep and husky with want.

  I knew in that moment he wouldn’t deny me, no matter how much he tried to fight it, his needs would win over whatever his brain was telling him.

  “We shouldn’t” He rasped out as my hand slipped into the waistband of his slacks.

  Ignoring him I continued. My hand wrapped around his thick shaft pulling a guttural moan from his thick sweet lips. I ran my hand up and down the length of him, the precum that oozed from the tip of his cock provided the needed lubrication. A groan escaped his lips.

  He withdrew my hand from his pants, the look in his eyes was predatory, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

  “Clothes. Off. Now.” His voice was deep and demanding to send my ovaries into overdrive.

  I scrambled from the bed and began to undress. “Slowly,” he said from the bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see him unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons as I unbuttoned the one by one, my back to Klaus.

  The cool air on my bare skin had my nipple drawn up like small pebbles against my bra.

  I let the shirt slide off my shoulders and down to the floor. The sharp intake of air I hear from Klaus lets me know that he is as affected by my display as I had hoped he would be.

  Reaching behind me, I unzip my skirt painfully slow, teasing him.

  The material falls to the floor, puddled around my feet.

  I stood there wearing only my white lace bra, panties, and black stilettos.

  “My god, Pet, you look good enough to make a grown man cry.” His breath was hot on my neck, the heat of his body radiating off of him in waves, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.

  “Close your eyes,” He whispered against the shell of my ear as he covered my eyes in a smooth thin fabric.

  I had no idea where he had gotten the blindfold and I was too turned on to care.

  His large hands wrapped around my wrist, pulling them firmly behind me. I could feel the rock hard solidness of his cock through his silk boxers as my fingers grazed across them. He stepped back out of my reach. His hands worked expertly to bind my wrist. I felt powerless under his careful ministration.

  “On your knees,” He coaxed, his hands gently guiding me down.

  I felt the weight of his eyes as he assessed me, taking me in, on my knees before him, eagerly awaiting my next command.

  I heard the rustling of fabric. I imagined him slipping out of his boxers, leaving them in a pile at his feet. The thought turned me on, leaving me wet and eager.

  His thick finger traced along my lower lip causing my breath to hitch. I wanted him. I wanted him more than my next breath.

  “Absolute silence, Miss Krause,” His deep husky voice whispered across my skin in a commanding tone, causing my body to become further aroused. I could smell the fresh mint on his breath, my lips begged to taste his. I fought my body to comply with his command to remain silent. I want to beg for him to take me. Run my fingers through his hair and feel his body pressed against mine.

  I felt the cool touch of metal as it pressed against my skin. Goosebumps peppered down my side trailing behind the cool steel. The distinct snipping sound alerted me to what he was doing, what he had done. He started on my right side, just beside my breast the moved to my left. I felt the cold air against my exposed breast. With two more snippets, my bra fell away.

  I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as he trailed the cool metal down my side. With another snip, I felt the material of my panties give. The breeze against my slick wet pussy left me breathless. I could feel my clit pulsating, begging for his touch as the last shred of material fell away.

  I wanted him… My pussy throbbed with desire and ached to be touched… Filled by him. I needed him to touch me. To make the pain between my legs go away.

  My taut rose bud nipples stood on end seeking attention like small pink erasers begging for the warmth of his mouth. Goosebumps ran down the length of my arms as my core began to heat. He had yet to touch me yet my body mourned the loss of him.

  The air shifted as he moved around my body. I gasped in shock as I felt the heat of his breath along my spread thighs. I was damp with arousal, his lips hovering just above my prickled skin. My hips rocked forward begging for his touch as I rocked my core toward the source of heat. Ignoring my silent plea, his hot breath slowly made its way down my thighs, away from my wet core.

  I bit down harder on my lip. I knew that if I disobeyed that he would stop, that I would be left a quivering mess.

  I knelt there, my body pulsating with anticipation and need, awaiting his command. I could feel his eyes lingering on my exposed body, drinking me in. I arched my back, pressing my firm taut breast out toward him in an offering.

  I imagined him standing there before me, his cock in hand, as he stroked up and down his thick shaft, watching me, on my knees, eager to please him, desperate to have him deep inside me, filling me with his thick heavy cock.

  I felt the sharp pain in my scalp as he wrapped my long black tresses tightly around his thick firm hand. With a strong jerk, he pulled me into a standing position. His body pressed firmly against the back of mine. I could feel the firm ripples of his muscles against my back. His rich deep woodsy scent wrapped around me like an aphrodisiac. My pussy throbbed with need.

  My legs wobbled like a newborn lamb from lack of use. Klaus used his grip on my hair to keep me upright and propelled me forward as I stumbled along. The darkness behind my blindfold provided no aid as I followed his command.

  “Did you like it when I spanked your ass?” His voice heavy with need whispered along my spine.

  I swiftly nodded my head, eager to have his hands on me. I needed his touch, craved it like a junkie needing a fix. The irony not lost on me.

  With cat-like reflexes, I was thrust onto the bed face first. My hands behind my back kept me from catching myself as I landed. Klaus’ hand on my back held me still as his hand rained down on me. Smack after smack. My ass was peppered with stinging hot lashes, each slap biting into my skin causing it to heat more and more. I quietly whimpered as I held still. The air crackled with sharp electricity, the sound of his hand as it slapped against my flesh was music to my ears that left my body writhing in sweet agony. Every lash was a double edge sword that had me teetering between pleasure and pain. My body both loved and loathed the abuse.

  My ass was on fire, the pain nearly unbearable. The wetness between my legs that trickled down my thighs made me flush in shame. I could feel my cheeks flaming as heat crept up my neck.

  “I fucking love the way your body reacts to my touch, Pet.” Klaus’ voice pulled me to the present.

  My ass was on fire from the lashes he had given me. I could feel my thighs dripping wet with arousal. I longed to feel his flesh pressed to mine, his body molded to mine as he pounded into me over and over again until I couldn’t take anymore and came all over his cock.

  I could feel his hot breath on the flush skin of my ass. His sharp inhale left me aroused. “You smell so fucking sweet, Pet.” He purred inches from my hot wet pussy.

  His hands gripped the globed of my ass, parting my cheeks, allowing his the perfe
ct view of my arousal. I whimpered in the back of my throat as his nose trailed along the inside of my thigh. I wanted to beg him to continue, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

  The moment I felt his tongue on me I knew it would be impossible to stay quiet, I had failed and I didn’t fucking care. The sound that came out of my mouth was inhumane. A guttural moan that continued as he lapped at my pussy, like a kitten with a bowl of milk.

  “You like my tongue on your pussy, Pet?” he growled from between my legs.

  “Mmmhmm,” Was all I could manage.

  I was weak, my knees threatened to give in as he licks and sucked my pussy, leaving me a quivering mess on the verge of breaking. I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching, threatening to cum, begging for his cock.

  He gave my pussy a long lick, his tongue swirled around my clit then dipped into my wet hole before he released me. Leaving em bent over the bed on the cusp of my orgasm.

  “Bed. Knees. Now.” He barked out through gritted teeth.

  I scrambled onto the bed as graceful as Bambi on ice. His thick hands encircled my waist, lifting me up and placing me where he wanted me.

  I had no sooner gotten my bearings before he slammed into me in one smooth thrust. His hands wrapped around my waist were the only thing holding me up as he pounded into me, each thrust more forceful than the next. His balls smacking against my clit drove me further over the edge.

  I came like a volcano around his cock. My pussy clenching and unclenching around his thick hard cock as he pounded into me from behind.

  I moaned and cried out his name over and over again, each thrust making his name harder and harder to say until soon I didn’t even recognize what was coming out of my mouth but I didn’t care. I was speaking in tongues. My pussy clenched down on his cock as I came again, the orgasm taking me by surprise.

  Klaus’ hands tightened on my hips to the point I thought he was going to crush my pelvis with his bare hands before he roared his release, filling me with his hot seed. He pumped into me, emptying his load in my greedy pussy before collapsing beside me, pulling me into his arms.

  My body gave in, relaxing into his strong arms. I felt safe. The heavy beating of his heart and his ragged breaths were hypnotic and caused my eyes to grow heavy. My eyes fluttered close as I fell asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Klaus

  This woman had seriously fucked my brains out. There was no doubt about it. The way her body fit against mine, her small frame tucked under my arm. I knew letting her leave would be the hardest thing for me to do. Now that I had her I didn’t want to let her go. That wasn’t my choice to make, though. I had to let her go. I had to let her find herself. I only hoped that she did it quickly. A moment without her would be too long.

  I woke up to an empty bed. Panic immediately seized me. I bolted up from the bed, my eyes searching the room. The place where she had lain was empty and cold. I had always been a light sleeper. What the fuck?

  I darted from the bed, grabbing my pants and shoving them on in haste. Looking around the room I noticed that her clothing and personal items that had been stored in my room were gone. I felt the pain slice through my heart like a dagger. I flung open the closet door to find her side empty. I ripped the drawers from the dresser, the same. All of her things were missing. She had left me while I slept.

  I ran from the room crashing into Edgar as I rounded the corner. “Where the fuck did she go?” I bellowed out angrily.

  Edgar didn’t flinch. A smirk twitched at his lips. A smirk that I was more than ready to wipe from his face if he didn’t start talking.

  “Where the fuck is she?” I shouted again getting up in his face.

  Edgar made a show of looking at the watch on his wrist before answering. “Flying over the Atlantic right about now.” He said giving me a knowing smile.

  It wasn’t until my fist connected with his jaw did I realize what I had done. Edgar flew back into the wall, his body crashing against it with a sickening thud.

  His hand flew up to his face where my fist had landed.

  “Dude, you’re a dick. You’re the one that told her she could go.” His words were lost on me.

  When had I told her she could leave? I thought we had something. Where the fuck did she go?

  Sensing my confusion, Edgar filled in the blanks. “She is on her way to Germany.” His eyes studying my reaction to his words carefully.

  Fuck. I had forgotten I had told her about Germany. I had forgotten that she was going. I had gotten so lost in having my dick buried in her that everything else had faded away.

  Edgar fished around in his Jacket pocket. Pulling out an envelope he shoved it in my chest before walking away.

  I knew I would have to apologize. I knew I was being a dick for hitting him. I had no excuse. When I had realized she was gone I had just seen red. I was truly a dick.

  I looked down at the letter in my hands. My name was scrawled across the envelope in her dainty feminine handwriting.

  I ripped open the envelope her scent was still in the letter, reminding me that she was gone.

  Dear Klaus,

  I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did. I knew that if I had waited until you had woken that I wouldn’t have left at all. I need some time and space before I can try something with anyone else. Just know that you will never be far from my mind. I am going to hold you to the emails and video chats.

  Edgar has been a dear and arranged everything for me and will have my workload sent over to me. He really is a nice guy, be sure you treat him well.

  Thank you for saving me when I could not save myself. No matter what happens at the end of the six months, just know that I couldn’t have done this without you. I owe you for everything you have done for me.

  Yours Truly,

  Shelby

  The letter crumbled in my hand as I fell back against the wall. Six months was going to be a long fucking time. I hoped like hell that she would find her way home to me, that we could make a go of this. I knew she was broken and that it would take some time for her to find herself. I just wished she could find herself with me. That I could be the one there with her. I wanted to be the one to help her build her life. I was turning into a fucking vagina, but I didn’t fucking care.

  “Need a tissue?” Edgar asked from a safe distance away.

  I had to chuckle at him standing there, half hidden around the corner.

  “For what?” I asked rolling my eyes at his cowardice.

  “To wipe the sand from your vagina.” He shot me a shit eating grin and ducked when I threw the crumpled up letter at him.

  “Fuck you, man,” I said flipping him the bird.

  “Nah, you’re not pretty enough.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. I was glad he had gotten over me hitting him. I would have hated for him to stay pissed. He was my right hand and I needed him, now more than anything.

  “Look, man,” I began to apologize.

  “Shut the fuck up. Let’s go get drunk before you start your period and start asking me to braid your hair and shit.” I gave his a curt nod and followed him down to the bar.

  He was right, I was going to need a drink to get over this Shelby shit. So much had happened in such a short time. Hell who knows, by the end of the six months I could be completely over her and back to banging random chicks. I had to laugh at myself. I knew there was going to be no getting over Shelby Krause, at least, not anytime soon. I wasn’t sure six months or even a year would do it.

  “Do you still have security cameras up in the flat in Germany?” I asked Edgar only half joking.

  “I do, and no, you cannot have access to them.” He said. His tone let me know he was serious.

  I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to kick his ass all over again.

  This book is in no way intended to glorify the use of illegal substance abuse. If you or someone you know is suffering from addiction, it’s never too late to get help. There are people out
there willing to help you without judgement.

  Call 1-888-984-9456

  There are people out there willing to help.

  You may ask, what brought you to write this book. Who writes a book about addiction anyways? The truth is, life. This book holds so much truth in it. The Character, Brittan, is based off a real man. A man I knew well, he was my high school sweetheart, my first love. The story about what happened to Brittan is true. It’s heart breaking, devastating, but true. I loved him more than life its self.

  We shared 7 amazing years together. I had no idea he was addicted to drugs or involved with dealing until the last year of High School. We took a break. It was almost a two year long break. He swore he would clean up his act. I believed him. I watched him struggle. I watched him try to turn his life around. I also watched as he fell back into old patterns, old habits. I watched as his old friends began to filter back into his life.

  I beat myself up for years wondering what I could have done differently that would have changed the outcome of his life. The truth is, there is nothing I could have done.

  I begged him, I pleaded with him, I did everything humanly possible to get him to quit. I started hanging with his friends. I experimented with drugs just to piss him off and to make him see that what he was doing was wrong.

  Unfortunately, none of it worked. It only pushed him further away from me. For a long time I blamed myself. That maybe, just maybe, if I hadn’t tried to push him that he would have stopped on his own. The truth is, that wouldn’t have saved him either.

  Even when me and ‘Brittan’ broke up, we remained close. We talked often. I moved away. I just knew I had to get away from him or else I would follow him down.

  A week before he was found dead in his truck he and I talked on the phone. He told me that he had wished that he had listened to me. That he wished he had moved away like I begged him to do. He told me that he wished that he was with me, that he had got his head out of his ass and seen what his life was coming to.