by Paula Mabbel
She screamed as the tremors of her monumental orgasm rocked through her, convulsing her with spasms, sweating and quivering with the power they had unleashed together.
Felicia continued stroking and massaging her until finally, Elizabeth’s body started to go limp. “Oh my god…Oh my god,” was all that she could say. Felicia withdrew, and Claire stayed there at the table with her, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear, and undoing the restraints.
The masseuse came back in and began to sponge her down and towel her dry, then massaged scented oil into her skin. Claire stayed with her and brushed the damp hair away from her forehead, and continued to whisper words of comfort and encouragement.
When the masseuse finished, she and Claire bundled Elizabeth into a luxurious fluffy bathrobe, and brought her over to lay on the chaise where Felicia was lounging and having a snack from a plate of fruits and cheeses.
“Would you like to eat something?” Felicia offered. “Perhaps a little wine?”
“I’m so relaxed already, wine would probably be too stimulating,” she joked. “But I will have a couple slices of apple.” After biting into it, she said, “Ummmm, so sweet and delicious. My senses are always heightened so much after a session. I just loved it. Thank you so much, both of you.”
The two Dommes positioned Elizabeth between them on the chaise and held her close while she relaxed. Her head was curled down toward Felicia’s chest, and above her, Claire and Felicia’s eyes met. Each of them could tell that the other was terrifically turned on by the tag team sex. Felicia licks her lips suggestively and Claire blew her an air kiss.
After spooning with Elizabeth a while longer, Felicia escorted her to the door, then came back to where Claire was relaxing with a glass of wine. She stood up and embraced Felicia in a passionate kiss, then slid her finger under Felicia’s thong and down into her pussy, which she can feel is wet with desire.
“I think this is what I wanted all along,” bringing up her finger to her mouth and sucking it.
Felicia laughed and agreed, “It took me a while to get you there, but finally, it seems like I have found a worthy playmate.”
*****
THE END
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Taming The Alpha Wolf
Annika Mabrey hated working the night shift in the ticket booth at the movie theater. The Black Fox was the last theater in Maryville that showed classic films, and while they tended to be busy on the weekends when they did horror double features, week nights were dead. The 10pm show had sold three tickets, and Annika sat in the booth reading a romance novel she'd picked up at the drug store before her shift. It wasn't so much the boredom that made her crazy; it was the fact that no one ever seemed to really see her.
Night after night, she would sit in the ticket booth, and people would slide their money through the hole in the plate glass window, without really looking at her. At twenty-four, Annika already felt like she'd missed the best part of her life. She would work from six to midnight, then close up the theater, and go home to her studio apartment and her cat, Monica. Maybe she'd clean, maybe she'd watch TV, but she'd always go to sleep alone. Then she'd wake up the next day, and everything would start over again, leading to a night at the theater in which customer after customer would buy their ticket, but pay no attention to her.
Annika knew she wasn't the kind of girl that stopped traffic, but she'd never felt bad about herself until she became a shadow working at the movie theater. Annika was the youngest of four girls, the shortest, the curviest, the quietest. Her mocha skin was flawless and her big chocolate eyes twinkled with a spark of cleverness, but she wore her wavy hair in a tight pony tail, and almost never bothered with makeup. The more time she spent behind the unforgiving glass of the booth and under the harsh lights of the lobby, the less effort she put into her appearance. Over-sized sweaters that hid her body and comfy jeans became her uniform, slowly turning her into a piece of the furniture at the theater.
Yes, with every ticket taken, with every stranger who didn't bother to make eye contact with her, Annika was becoming more and more confident that she was never going to have an interesting life. Until the night came when she saw his eyes, watching her from the shadows. Until the night when a stranger followed her home from work, and tried to murder her for the ten dollars she had in her purse.
The 10pm showing of Shanghai Express had just let out, and the three people who had shown up to watch were long gone when Annika finally looked up from her book. The teenager who worked behind the concession stand gave Annika a cursory nod as he walked out of the theater and headed home. That meant it was time for her to do a spot check, and lock up. Even though nothing remotely interesting ever happened at The Black Fox, being alone in the centuries-old theater always made her nervous. Dark corners and creaking pipes gave the space a haunted feeling that Annika didn't care for after dark. She always rushed her week night closing ritual, anxious to get to the safety of the city streets.
But tonight, the streets outside the theater didn't offer any safety. As soon as she locked the huge, gothic double doors, and pulled her coat tighter against herself to block out the wind, she felt that something was wrong. Maryville wasn't an exciting city, especially during the week, and Main Street was always deserted when Annika got out of work. But tonight, she felt like she was being watched. In fact, she was sure of it. Yet, she couldn't see anyone, so she grabbed the strap of her purse as tight as she could and began walking with purpose toward her apartment building, which was only a few blocks away from the theater.
She hadn't gone more than a few feet when she heard the sound of steps closing in behind her. Annika's stomach turned in panic, and she cursed her prior decision not to carry pepper spray or a knife, something to protect herself in the event of an attack. Her whole body was alight with fear as she increased her pace, trying to stay as quiet as possible so she could hear if the footsteps got closer. Annika didn't know what came over her, but she stopped walking, and turned around to see if anyone was actually there.
And all at once, there was.
He wasn't much taller than Annika, but he was bulky, with muscles that were visible even through a puffy winter coat. His face was angry, his eyes raging, and she saw a scar that stretched from the top of his forehead, all the way down his cheek, and to the base of his neck. Annika tried not to look in to his eyes, but she couldn't look anywhere else, until suddenly, there was a knife pressed to her throat. She went to scream, but the scream died in her mouth, which was for the better, because the man snarled at her,
“If you make so much as a sound, I will kill you where you stand, do you hear me? Now give me your bag.”
Annika shook her head, reaching up slowly to pull the strap of her purse over her shoulder, but something she did set the man off. She wasn't moving fast enough, or perhaps she was moving too fast. Either way, the knife pressed into the soft flesh of her neck, causing her to cry out in pain. She thought it was the end. She was about to die. An angry man with a knife was about to kill her for what little cash she had in her bag, and she was going to die without having lived at all. Annika took what she thought for sure was going to be her last breath, when a growl filled the night air, and echoed off the buildings around her.
The man with the knife at her neck looked up in a panic all his own, searching the streets for the source of the howl. Annika knew that she should be afraid as well, but right now her mind was prioritizing one fear over another, and as far as she could tell, an animal was less terrifying than a psycho thief with a weapon. She tried to squirm away just a little bit, to use the distraction to sneak off, but the man just pushed the knife tighter to her skin.
“Don't you move an inch. Not one inch.”
Annika tried to catch her breath, but the knife was cutting off her air supply. Another snarl
echoed through the night, closer this time, so close that Annika could practically feel it reverberate across her skin. I was wrong, she thought, an animal is going to eat me alive before this maniac can kill me. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for whatever might be coming next. Then, in one felt swoop, the man was gone, as if he'd never been there at all.
Annika tipped forward, thrown off guard by the sudden disappearance of the implement that had been holding her upright. She felt the warmth of her own blood dripping down her neck, staining her clothes, making her dizzy. She tried to gain control of her legs, but she felt them collapsing out from underneath her. The last thing she saw before she fell on to the sidewalk were a pair of glittering shamrock eyes, looking into her own, full of concern.
*****
When Annika came to, she was shocked to see she was in her apartment, in her bed, covered in her favorite quilt. At first, she thought it must have all been a horrible dream, that perhaps, she'd come straight home without a single problem, and passed out, exhausted. Yes; she'd dreamt the whole thing up. She was sure of it now. Sure, until she began to sit up, and felt a gnawing, tearing pain in her neck. A pain so horrible, she cried out in a combination of surprise and agony. Before she had time to panic, there was a rush of wind in the room, and all at once, those same green eyes were upon her once more.
Annika scrambled to the back of her bed, and pressed herself against the headboard. Her mind couldn't make sense of the image of the man in front of her. He was tall, so much taller than her, and lean, with a torso that looked longer than her own entire body. His face was proud and strong, with a bushy brown beard and long straight hair that was mostly piled up under a wool hat. He wore a flannel work shirt rolled up at the sleeves, which showed off his tattooed, muscular arms. Annika didn't know whether to be enamored or terrified.
“Who... who are you? What are you doing in my house?”
Her voice came out as a husky whisper, her throat aching from the damage the crazy thief had done to it. She wanted to ask a million questions, but she couldn't eek out even one more before the pain was too much. Before she could gesture that she couldn't speak, the man reached out a hand and placed it on gently on her leg. Annika couldn't place why, but the gesture was comforting, familiar almost. His voice was like the deep, soft growl of a contented dog, settling down in front of a warm fire. He had an accent she couldn't entire place, but it sounded slightly Australian.
“My name is Kyan. You were hurt, and I... I just wanted to help you. So I brought you home, and put a bandage on your neck. Is it too tight? Can you breathe okay?”
Annika took a longer breath and realized her problem wasn't in her lungs, but in the pain she felt digging against her skin. She nodded that she could breathe, and tried to force out another question.
“How... did you...”
Kyan smiled, his teeth blindingly white, and Annika couldn't help but notice that his canines were just a tiny bit more pointed than she had ever seen. She was at once frightened and intrigued by him; frightened because she still didn't know how this strange man entered her home, but intrigued because his smile made his eyes light up in such a way, she got the sensation that he could never harm her, even if he tried.
“Your license was in your wallet, and your keys. I didn't want to take you to the hospital in case you didn't have insurance or something, and I knew I could fix you up. I hope that's okay. You didn't need stitches. Just some cleaning up and a bandage.”
Annika worked up a small smile, and crawled out of the bed. She gestured for Kyan to follow her to the kitchen, which was only a few steps away since she lived in a studio. She began pouring two glasses of water from the pitcher in her fridge, and hesitantly handed one to Kyan. When his fingers touched her's as he took the water, she felt a spark surge through her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She almost dropped the glass, but Kyan grabbed it before it had the chance to slip out of his grasp too.
Annika felt her eyes go wide.
“You have quick reflexes, huh?” she whispered.
Kyan shrugged as he gulped down the water. Annika couldn't help but notice the way the muscles in his neck rippled as he swallowed, the way his eyes were always twinkling like he had a secret. She couldn't explain her attraction to him, but it was overwhelming. Still, that same old feeling washed over her, the feeling that she wasn't good enough, that a man this beautiful couldn't want her.
Annika took another slow, deep breath and sat down at the bar that separated off her kitchen from the rest of the apartment. She began taking small sips from the water, and eventually found that she was able to swallow a few ibuprofens from the bottle on the counter. It took her a moment to realize that Kyan had been watching every move she made, as if he were hunting her in the dark of a forest. She forced herself to start a conversation, even though it hurt, just to break up the silence.
“I'm sorry I didn't thank you for saving me. That man... he would have killed me.”
Kyan sat on a stool next to her. Now he wouldn't look up at her. He just fiddled with a loose string on his jeans.
“Not a problem. Anyone would have done the same,” Kyan mumbled.
Annika furrowed her brow. “No. No they wouldn't have. You could have gotten hurt. Or he could have attacked you too. What if he'd used that knife on you?”
Kyan burst out in laugher, with a booming chuckle that almost startled Annika off of her stool. Kyan put his hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter, mostly because Annika was staring at him with one eyebrow raised, and a confused tilt of her full lips.
“What's so funny? Are you bionic or something?”
Kyan finally looked up from his jeans, and once again Annika was astonished at how she felt as if he were looking right through her. Those green eyes seemed to contain some kind of magic, and it was making her nervous.
“Bionic? No. I'm not bionic. But I was never in any danger. And I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you. You shouldn't have been in any danger either,” Kyan said. But then, as if he realized he'd said something wrong, he jumped to his feet and headed for the door. Annika went after him, suddenly afraid to have him leave.
“Wait, what do you mean? Don't go, please,” she stumbled.
Kyan's hand was already on the door, but he turned back with a small smile.
“I won't be far. I promise.”
And then, as mysteriously as he'd appeared and saved her life, he was gone.
Annika locked the door, and crawled in to bed, bewildered, where she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
*****
The next night, Annika found herself dressing differently for work. She didn't know for sure that Kyan would come back, but just the idea that he might was enough to make her heart race. Her neck still ached a bit, and the wounds didn't look terribly attractive, so she pulled an old turtleneck out of mothballs, a dark purple one that complimented her curves and her dark skin. Then she slipped in to a tight pair of jeans, and finished the look off with knee-high black boots, with just enough heel to make her feel a bit taller. A few swipes of makeup, and Annika felt pretty for the first time in a long time.
It was a Friday night, and The Black Fox was doing a double-feature showing of Vampyr and Häxan, so the theater was going to be packed. Silent horror films always brought in a varied crowd of hipsters, older people, and genuine film aficionados. This meant that there was a chance someone might actually stop and talk to Annika for a while, but this was the rare occasion where she was too busy scanning the shadows for Kyan to try and make conversation with any customers.
The theater was full, which meant that once the movies started, Annika would be alone in the booth for at least three hours. It was a warmer night than it should have been, leaving Annika stifled in her turtleneck. She pulled up her sleeves, and rested her head gently on the desk in front of her. She had just given up hope of seeing Kyan again when a voice from outside the booth whispered to her,
“Heya, gi
rlie. I don't think you should be falling asleep in there. What if someone wanted to buy a ticket?”
Annika shot up like a flash, too quickly, because it ended up stretching her neck uncomfortably. But she smiled at Kyan anyway, and felt herself swoon at the sight of him. He was in faded jeans, a white t-shirt, and work boots, with a pair of suspenders slung down at his waist. His long brown hair was all swept to one side, which only highlighted those damn glimmering green eyes. Annika could talk just fine, but she didn't know the right words to say. Luckily, Kyan filled the silence between them.
“Have you seen the movies they're showing before?”
There was something about Kyan's accent that made her head spin. Something about the cool husky tone, the dialect she couldn't quite place.
“I have, many times. I used to come to this theater all the time, before I worked here. My dad...” her voice trailed off, and Kyan picked up on it easily.
“Your dad brought you here?”
Annika nodded. She didn't talk about her father often. He had died when she was a teenager and she missed him deeply.
“Yeah, all the time. I guess I grew up in this theater...” Annika couldn't hold back her questions any longer. There were too many too keep inside, and they were eating her alive.