He sits on the bed, takes me by the hand, and tugs me up. He makes me sit astride him, and he fucks me once more. I want to come. I need to come. I move violently in search of that high.
“Don’t stop, Eric. I want more. I love you both inside me,” I scream.
Through my lashes, I see Eric nod. Björn opens a drawer and gets out some lube. Seeing me so delirious, Eric stops his drilling.
“Listen, love, Björn is going to use some lube to make it easier to go inside you,” he says. “Calm down . . . Remember, I would never allow anything to hurt you. If it hurts, you tell us and we’ll stop, OK?”
I press against him and nod.
Eric brings me closer to his body while his erection continues to give me pleasure. Behind me now, Björn spanks my ass. He takes the jewel out of my anus, and I feel something cold and wet while he whispers in my ear.
“You don’t know how much I want you, Judith. I couldn’t wait to be inside this nice ass of yours. I’m going to play with you. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it.”
God, I want this.
Eric adds, “You’re mine, sweetheart, and I offer you. Make me enjoy your orgasm.”
With his finger, Björn prepares me while Eric keeps fucking me and saying all kinds of sexy things. Seconds later, Björn asks Eric to open me for him. My Iceman, his precious eyes on me, grips my ass and bites my lower lip. I feel the tip of Björn’s erection on my anus; he squeezes in inch by inch.
“Yes, honey . . . little by little . . . ,” Eric whispers after letting go of my lip. “Don’t be afraid. Does it hurt?” I shake my head. “Enjoy, my love . . . Enjoy the possession.”
“Yes . . . beautiful . . . yes . . . You have a fantastic ass . . . ,” Björn mutters as he invades me. “Oh God! I love it. Yes, baby . . . yes . . .”
I open my mouth and moan. The feel of that double penetration is indescribable, and what they’re saying makes me hotter with every second.
“Don’t stop looking at me, honey,” Eric says.
I won’t.
I’m between two men who’ve possessed me.
Two men who want me.
Four hands hold me in different places, and both fill me with tenderness and passion. I feel their penises almost rubbing against each other inside me. Eric looks at me, touches my mouth with his, and takes each of my breaths as his while he offers me sweet and warm words of love. Björn pinches my nipples, takes me from behind, and whispers in my ear, “Feel our cocks inside you . . .”
I’m terribly warm, and suddenly I feel as if all the blood in my body has gone to my head, and I scream, ecstatic. I’m being doubly penetrated, and I’m crazy with pleasure. They thrust against me, demanding more, and I scream again until I arch and let myself go. They don’t stop; they continue with their maneuvers. Eric . . . Björn . . . Eric . . . Björn . . . Their heavy breathing and movements make me vibrate between the two of them, until they utter some very manly grunts, and I know the game, for now, has come to an end.
Carefully, Björn comes out of me and lies down on the bed. Eric stays up, and I lean against him while he hugs me. For a few minutes, the three of us breathe with difficulty as Michael Bublé’s voice resonates in the room, and we regain control of our bodies.
After five minutes, Björn takes my hand and kisses it.
“With your permission, I’m going to shower,” he whispers with a half smile.
Eric keeps hugging me, and I hug him back. When we’re alone in bed, I look at him. His eyes are closed. I bite his chin.
“Thank you, love.”
Surprised, he opens his eyes.
“What for?”
I give him a kiss on the tip of his nose that makes him smile.
“For teaching me how to play and enjoy sex.”
His laughter makes me laugh.
“You’re getting dangerous. Very dangerous.”
Half an hour later, showered, the three of us go up to Björn’s kitchen. There, sitting on stools, we eat and have fun while we chat. Two hours later, I’m naked on the kitchen counter while they take me again, and I gladly offer myself.
26
Life with my Iceman is going well in spite of our arguments. When we’re alone together, it’s crazy, sweet, and passionate, and when we visit Björn, it’s hot and sexy. Eric gives me over to his friend, and I gladly surrender. There’s no jealousy. There’s no reproach. There’s just sex, the game, the attraction. Nothing is dirty. Nothing is dark. The three of us make an exceptional trio. Flyn is another story. The kid doesn’t make things easy for me. Every day that goes by, I can tell he’s more reluctant to be nice to me and to let us be happy together. Eric and I only argue about him. He’s the cause of our fights, and the boy seems to revel in it.
These days I sometimes go with Norbert to drop him off at school. What Flyn doesn’t know is that when Norbert drives away, I watch him, unseen. I don’t understand what’s going on. I’m unable to comprehend why Flyn is the butt of his supposed friends’ jokes. They beat him up and push him around, and he doesn’t react. He always ends up on the ground. I have to do something about it. I need him to smile, to have confidence in himself, but I don’t know how I’m going to do it.
One afternoon, while I’m in my room humming the song “Tanto” by Pablo Alborán, I see it’s snowing again outside. It’s so pretty! Delighted by it, I go to the playroom where Flyn does his homework and open the door.
“You want to play in the snow?”
The kid looks at me with that typically serious expression. “No,” he says.
His lip is split. That makes me furious. I grab his chin.
“Who did this to you?”
The boy looks at me scornfully.
I decide to wait and see if he’ll tell me about it on his own. I go searching for Simona, who’s making soup in the kitchen, to see if I can recruit her to help me make him feel more at ease.
“Simona.”
“What can I do for you, miss?” she asks while drying her hands on her apron.
“Uff, Simona, for God’s sake, call me by my name! Judith!”
“I try to, miss, but it’s hard to get used to it.”
“Is there a sled in this house?” I ask.
She thinks for a moment.
“Yes, there’s one in the garage.”
“Great!” I say, applauding. “I need to ask you a favor.”
“Of course.”
“I need you to go outside with me and have a snowball fight.”
Incredulous, she blinks, not understanding a word. Enjoying myself, I take her by the hand. “I want Flyn to see what he’s missing,” I tell her. “He’s a kid, and he should want to play in the snow and ride on a sled. C’mon, let’s show him how much fun it can be to play with something other than electronic devices.”
At first, she’s reluctant. She doesn’t know what to do, but when she sees I’m waiting for her, she takes off her apron.
“Give me two seconds to put my boots on.”
“Perfect!”
While I put on my red down coat and gloves by the front door, Simona picks up her blue down coat and a wooly cap.
“Let’s play!” I say, pulling her by the arm.
We walk through the snow until we’re in front of Flyn’s playroom and then begin our very own snowball fight. At first, Simona seems shy, but, after a few of my attacks, she warms up. We pick up the snow and, laughing the whole time, throw snowballs at each other.
Surprised by us, Norbert comes out to see what’s going on. At first, he’s reluctant to join in, but two minutes later, I’ve won him over, and he’s in our game. Flyn watches. I see him through the windows.
“C’mon, Flyn . . . Come join us!”
The kid shakes his head no, and we carry on. I ask Norbert to bring the sled from the garage. When he brings it over, I see it’s red. Delighted, I scamper on and push myself off a snow-covered slope. I experience quite a thump when I hit bottom, but the fluffy snow cushions me, and I can�
�t stop laughing. The next one to slide is Simona, and then we go together. We end up covered in snow, but happy, in spite of Norbert’s look of discomfort. He doesn’t trust us. Suddenly, and against all odds, I see Flyn coming outside.
“C’mon, Flyn, let’s go!”
I invite him to take a turn on the sled. He looks at me with misgivings, so I tell him, “C’mon, I’ll sit in front, and you sit behind me. Sound good?”
Encouraged by Simona and Norbert, the kid does as I say, and, as carefully as I can, I push us down the slope. My shrieks of joy blend in with his, and when the sled stops, he asks me, overjoyed, “Can we do it again?”
Thrilled to see a look on his face I’ve never seen before, I agree. We both run up to Simona and slide down again.
From that moment on, it’s all laughter. For the first time since my arrival in Germany, Flyn is acting like a kid. When I manage to convince him to slide by himself on the sled, the look of satisfaction on his face fills my soul.
He’s smiling!
His smile is addictive, precious, and wonderful, until his face suddenly changes. When I turn to see what he’s looking at, I see Susto running toward us. Norbert left the garage open, and, hearing our play, Susto couldn’t help himself and has come out to join us. Afraid, the boy goes stock-still, and I whistle. Susto comes up to me, and I grab him by the head.
“Don’t be afraid, Flyn.”
“Dogs bite,” he whispers, paralyzed.
I remember what the boy said that day in bed, and, stroking Susto, I try to calm him down.
“No, dear, not all dogs bite. And Susto won’t; I know that for sure.” But the kid isn’t convinced, and I insist while I hold out my hand, “C’mon. Trust me. Susto won’t bite you.”
He won’t come any closer. He just looks at me. Simona encourages him, and Norbert too, until finally the kid takes a step forward but then stops again. He’s afraid.
“I promise, darling, he won’t do you any harm.”
Flyn keeps looking at me with distrust, until Susto suddenly jumps into the snow and flops down with his legs in the air. Simona rubs his belly.
“Look, Flyn. Susto just wants you to tickle him. C’mon . . .”
I do as Simona does, and the dog sticks his tongue out one side of his mouth as a sign of his happiness.
Suddenly, the boy comes closer, crouches down, and, with more fear than anything else, touches the dog with his finger. I’m sure it’s the first time he’s touched an animal in many years. When he sees Susto is still not moving, Flyn seems to feel encouraged, and he touches him again.
“What do you think?”
“Soft and wet,” the little boy murmurs, already touching the dog with the palm of his hand.
Half an hour later, Susto and Flyn are friends, and when we slide down on the sled, Susto runs beside us while we shout and laugh.
We’re all soaking wet and covered in snow. It’s fun. We’re having a good time, until we hear a car pulling up. Eric. Simona and I look at each other. On seeing it’s his uncle, Flyn is frozen in place again. That surprises me. He doesn’t run up to him. When the car gets closer, I can tell Eric’s watching us, and, from the look on his face, it seems like he’s in a bad mood. But, hey, that’s normal.
Unable to hold back, I murmur to Simona, “Uh-oh, he got us!”
She nods. Eric parks the car. He gets out and slams the door hard enough that I can estimate the caliber of his anger before he stomps toward us intimidatingly.
Good Lord! My Iceman is really pissed this time!
When he decides to be mean, he’s the worst. Nobody breathes. I look at him. He looks at me. And when he’s closer to us, he shouts with reproach on his face, “What is this dog doing here?”
Flyn doesn’t say a word. Norbert and Simona are stumped. They’re all looking at me.
“We were playing in the snow, and he was playing with us,” I say.
Eric takes Flyn by the hand and growls, “You and I need to talk. What did you do at school?”
The tone of voice he uses with the little boy distresses me. Why does he have to talk to him like that?
“They called me from school again. From what I can tell, you’ve gotten yourself into another mess, and this time it’s a big one!”
“Uncle, I . . .”
“Quiet!” he shouts. “You’re going straight to boarding school. You’re finally going to get it. Go to my office and wait for me there.”
Faced with Eric’s stern gaze, Simona, Norbert, and the boy walk away.
With sadness on her face, Simona looks at me. I wink at her, even though I know I’m in a fine mess too. It doesn’t take much to get a German mad! Once we’re alone, Eric sees the sled and the tracks it left on the slope, and he hisses, “I want that dog out of my house, you hear me?”
“But, Eric . . . listen . . .”
“No, I’m not going to listen, Jude.”
“Well, you should,” I insist.
We exchange intense stares, and he finally shouts, “I said out!”
“Look, if you’re angry about something at the office, don’t take it out on me, you lout!”
He breathes in, touches his hair, and mutters, “I told you I didn’t want to see that mutt here and, as far as I can remember, I never gave you permission to let my nephew get on a sled, much less anywhere near that animal.”
Surprised by his burst of bad temper and ready to put up a fight, I protest.
“I didn’t think I had to ask your permission to play in the snow. If you tell me so, from this day on, I’ll ask your permission to breathe. Fuck, I thought I’d heard everything!”
Eric doesn’t respond, and I add, pissed off, “Where Susto is concerned, I want him to stay here. This house is so big, you don’t have to see him if you don’t want to. You have a backyard as big as a park. I can build a doghouse for him to live in, and he’ll guard the house. I don’t know why you’re so set on throwing him out, especially in this cold. Doesn’t that make you sad? C’mon, Eric, please.”
My Iceman, impressive in his suit and deep blue jacket, looks at Susto. The dog is shaking, poor little thing!
“Do you think I’m stupid, Jude?” he says, surprising me. And, when I don’t respond, he goes on. “This animal has already been in the garage for some time.”
My heart stands still. Has he seen my bike too?
“You knew?”
“You think I’m stupid enough not to notice? Of course I knew.” My jaw drops. “I told you I didn’t want the animal in my house, but even so, you brought it in and . . .”
“Since you’re talking about your house again . . . I’m going to get mad,” I seethe, not mentioning the bike. If he doesn’t say anything, I’d better not bring it up right now. “For a long time you’ve been telling me to consider this house my own, and now, because I’ve given shelter to a poor animal in your goddamned garage so he won’t die of cold and hunger in the street, you’re acting like . . . like . . .”
“An asshole,” he finishes.
“Exactly,” I agree. “You said it—an asshole!”
“Between my nephew and you, the two of you are going to—”
“What did Flyn do at school?” I cut him off.
“He got in a fight; the other kid had to have stitches in his head.”
That surprises me. I can tell Flyn’s not that much of a fighter, even though he has a busted lip. Eric brushes his hand over his head, furious, looks at Susto, and shouts, “I want it out of here now!”
The cold out here is nothing compared to the cold I feel in my heart, and before he says anything else, I threaten him. “If Susto goes, I’m going with him.”
Eric raises an eyebrow, leaving me aghast. “Do what you want. In the end, you always do,” he says before turning around.
Without another word, he walks away. He leaves me standing there, looking like an idiot and wanting to keep on arguing. Ten minutes go by, and I’m still outside the house with Susto. Eric doesn’t come back out. I don’t know w
hat to do. On one hand, I understand I was wrong to bring Susto into the garage, but, on the other hand, I couldn’t leave this poor animal in the street.
I see Flyn peeking out his playroom window, and I wave at him. He does the same, and my heart skips a beat. Playing, the sled, and Susto all went well, but I can’t have the dog in this house. Simona comes out to talk to me.
“Miss, you’re going to catch a cold. You’re wet, and . . .”
“Simona, I need to find a home for Susto. Eric doesn’t want him here.”
She closes her eyes and nods, her expression gloomy.
“You know I’d keep him at my house, but the boss would get mad. You know that, right?” she says. I nod. “If you want, we can call animal protection. I’m sure they could find him a place.”
I ask her to find me the phone number. There’s no other way. But I won’t go in the house. If I see Eric, I’ll go ballistic. I walk down the path with Susto until we get to the huge fence. I go outside and play with him; he’s happy to be with me. Tears start creeping up my eyes, and I let them come. It’s worse to hold them in, so I cry while throwing stones for Susto, who goes running after them. Poor thing!
Twenty minutes later, Simona hands me a piece of paper with the phone number.
“Norbert says you should ask for Henry and tell him Norbert sent you.”
I thank her and take my cell out of my pocket, and, with a heavy heart, I do as Simona said. I talk to this Henry, and he tells me they’ll come by in an hour to pick up my dog.
It’s already nighttime. I tell Simona to go into the house so she can have dinner with Eric and Flyn. I stay outside with Susto. I’m frozen. But it’s nothing compared to the cold the poor dog must have felt this whole time. Eric calls, but I refuse to answer. I don’t want to talk to him. He can fuck off!
Soon, lights appear at the end of the street. I know it’s the car coming to take Susto away. I cry. Susto looks at me. An animal protection van pulls up.
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