by Alexis Leia
“It’s only just the beginning”, she promised and suddenly took his cock in a strong grasp, making him groan in pleasure. Her hand began working up and down while she licked and kissed the area of his pelvis. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a river of words; how beautiful she was to him, how much she meant to him, how he enjoyed what she was doing to him. But instead of replying, she did something that stopped every coherent thought in his brain; she took him in her mouth.
“Fuuuck!” he exclaimed, the feel of her mouth wrapped around the thick, velvety head of his cock almost too much to bear. She chuckled, sending vibrations through his very erect member that almost made him cum on the spot.
His skin was covered in sweat from restraining, and he gripped his ties so hard they should’ve snapped, despite the strong knots Selene had made. His head was thrown back as she sucked him, her head moving up and down, with her hand in sync. He moved his pelvis up in the same rhythm, unable to stop himself. She tortured him like that for a while; changing the rhythm, slowing down when he was on the edge of an orgasm, then speeding up and making him forget who he was, where he was. When he was on the verge of losing it and becoming undone, she removed her mouth and her hand, stopping completely.
Just when he was about to beg for her to continue, which was a precedent, she kneeled above him, pulling her thong aside and revealing her glistening wet core.
“You’re so wet for me, baby”, he growled out the words, mesmerized by the sight.
“I want to ride your face”, she demanded, and those words were probably the hottest things he had ever heard. She didn’t have to ask twice.
“Get over here”, he said, already licking his lips. He was the type who always loved going down on a woman, but with Selene his affinity bordered on obsession. The taste of her pussy, overflowing with sweet juices reserved only for him, could almost make him spontaneously combust.
He knew she loved the feel of his tongue on her clit almost as much as he did, which is why she eagerly climbed above his face and stared down at him, lust written all over her gorgeous face.
“You’re gonna make me beg for it?” he asked when she stayed just out of his tongue’s reach. Her scent was tantalizing, along with the view of her bare pussy, partially hidden by the red thong.
“Mhhhm”, she simply retorted. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every bit of the revealed skin. She was worthy of begging.
“Please. I need you on my lips”, he sincerely demanded.
Then she simply lowered down, and he finally got what he asked for. His tongue greedily lapped up the generous juices, making Selene gasp and buck her hips. Chris alternated between closing his eyes to enjoy every bit of her delicious pussy, and keeping his eyes open to bask in the view of her obvious display of pleasure.
He knew exactly how she liked having her pussy eaten; after a slow and sensual start, he sped up and focused on her clit, giving her fast flicks in circular motions. It didn’t take long for her to start moving on his tongue, riding his face as she had wanted. Judging by the increasing volume of her moans, she was dangerously close to an orgasm. As for Chris, he was already experiencing a very intense and painful erection, his precum beading freely.
“Oh my God”, Selene gasped repeatedly, the sound of her moans almost as pleasing to Chris as her pussy’s pulsations. And just when he was about to push her over the edge, she rose up and denied him the orgasm he was so craving to give her.
“Selene…” he warned, but she slid down his body and kissed him wildly, licking off her own juices from his lips. That act alone made Chris’s hips shoot up, the arousal reaching its peak.
She only smiled in response when she noticed his reaction, sat up, and took his dick to guide it inside her hot, wet pussy. They both moaned when he was inside her completely, balls-deep. She was so wet, he slid in easily, but the tightness of her walls was indescribable. He watched her become still for a second, her head thrown back, her back strained backwards, the tips of her hair tickling his thighs and increasing the sensation.
Then she started to move, grinding on him in slow circles. The combination of her tightness, wetness, and her movements made his eyes roll back into his head, the pleasure almost unbearable. It was a real miracle he didn’t cum instantly, his self-control the only thing preventing it.
Soon her movements became more frantic and quicker, her moans louder, and not long after, she came with a scream, squeezing him and pushing him over the edge of the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He came with a shout, her name on his lips, his cock twitching inside her even after she drained him of all the cum.
She fell on top of him, her head nestled in his neck. They both breathed hard, feeling utterly spent and satisfied. When the aftershocks of the orgasm passed, Selene moved away from him, and Chris thought she was going to untie him. However, she only took a chair from the corner and sat next to the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, his gut clenched in a bad feeling.
“I have to tell you something”, she said, her expression cold and disinterested.
Now he had a really bad fucking feeling.
“Untie me and we can talk”, he ordered, pulling the ties, but they wouldn’t give in.
“I will, but after I tell you everything. If I untie you now, you’ll try to physically comfort me and touch me, but I don’t want that at the moment”, she said and he stilled, sensing it was something extremely important.
“I’m listening”, he said, his head turned in her direction.
She took a big breath, stared at him right in the eye and began telling her story, that left him speechless.
“When you left on that Christmas Eve thirteen years ago, everything changed. The foster parents used to be afraid of you, so they mostly left us alone while you were there. But when you left, they finally showed their true faces. Jack started drinking even more than usual, and Gillian simply gave up on us. They only gave us our allowance when he needed more beer, and he constantly forced one of us to go and get it for him. Gillian was under heavy antidepressants, and she couldn’t control her body, let alone help us in any way. I’m guessing the burden of having so many foster kids in her home and having such a lousy husband was too much for her”, Selene looked deep in thought, almost as if she returned to the past to witness it again.
“On a New Year’s Eve, only a few days after my 17th birthday, we weren’t allowed to go out on the town’s square to watch fireworks, because someone needed to do all the cleaning around the house, since Gillian slept through the entire day. Jack made us stay inside and do all the work. We did as he said, and I finally sent the other kids to bed, because they were all exhausted. I was on my way to my room, when Jack stopped me and demanded I go to a gas station and get him some more alcohol. Something snapped inside me in that moment and I refused to go. At first, he laughed and shoved the money in my hand, but when I threw it back in his face, he saw I was serious. That’s when he first slapped me. He repeated his order again, and even though my lip was bleeding and I was crawling on the floor, I refused to go. I called him a dirty alcoholic and that’s when it got worse.”
Chris was frozen in spot, listening to every word of Selene’s testimony, the picture she painted so clear, he almost felt as if he was there. He couldn’t imagine how it had gotten worse, but she continued talking, and he was appalled.
“He tried to... force himself on me, but when he noticed he was too drunk to get it up, he got even more furious. He started beating me with his fists, legs, elbows, hitting every part of my body. I was bleeding everywhere. Both of my eyes were completely shut and swollen, I bit my tongue numerous times and I couldn’t speak. I felt each and every hit, but I was unable to say anything, not even scream. When he broke five of my ribs, that’s when I finally passed out. But before darkness took me, I saw the kids standing on the staircase, crying and screaming. Annie was holding a phone in her hand and that’s the only thing I remember before falling unconscious�
��, she was talking as if it had happened to someone else, but there was fire behind her icy words.
“I woke up three days later, in a hospital in Denver, because my injuries were too severe for our Mountainview medical team. The doctors put me in an induced coma while they performed surgeries on me; I had a severe case of internal bleeding and they barely managed to save my life. When I woke up, they refused to give me a mirror, because my face was seriously messed up and they didn’t want me to get scared. They said the swelling would pass with time and the bruises would heal, but my entire body was covered in bandages, and I freaked out in panic. They put me to sleep again, partially due to my hysteria, partially due to the pain I was experiencing. When I woke up the next day, I was able to think a little clearer. They told me Wilson was there in the waiting room, that he never left the hospital since he brought me in. And I was so damn confused. I didn’t know who saved me, what happened to Jack, where the other kids were. But then Wilson came in, and before telling me what happened, he started crying so hard I thought I was dreaming. I thought it was all a nightmare I needed to wake up from”, she said, her voice completely deprived of emotion.
She was still telling her story like it hadn’t happened to her, but Chris... his blood was frozen, his mind unable to cooperate, the images in his brain as he imagined what Selene told him burning him, destroying him. He didn’t dare to speak, and even if he did, there would be nothing to say. Most of all, he felt so damn guilty. He never should have left! Had he been there, he would have protected her. She was too good to be hurt like that, and again he felt that surge of self-hatred. He had betrayed her so many times, breaking every damn promise he had given her.
“When Wilson calmed down a little, he told me that Annie had called the police when I passed out. They showed up in record time, six police cars rushing through the town, their sirens on and all. Wilson was on the square, celebrating New Year with thousand other people, but when everybody saw police cars and ambulance, they all came and gathered in front of the foster home to witness Jack running away from police. They chased him, knocked him down on the ground, and handcuffed him. But people didn’t know what the hell was going on until the paramedics carried me out. Wilson said there wasn’t a person not crying that night after seeing what happened to me. They found Gillian dead in her room. She overdosed on meds and died in her sleep. Jack was arrested and got a life sentence in a maximum-security prison in Colorado. What happened to him later on, I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”
Selene leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “So that’s the story behind my tattoo. I survived that day that changed me, that broke me. After I recovered, Wilson and the other citizens wouldn’t let me return to foster home. Instead, I lived in their houses, spending a few months with one family and then the other, and so on. I’m grateful for that, because everybody treated me right. In the end, I settled in Wilson’s house and lived with him and Martia until I went to college”, she finished.
Chris didn’t know what to say. He wished he could kill Jack with his own bare hands, he wished he had been there to defend Selene and take the beating instead of her. But most of all, he was incredibly proud of her strength and he was left in wonder at how she managed to become such a strong, happy, spirited person she was. He always thought he was strong and indestructible, but Selene... she was made out of titanium.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry you had to go through such a trauma. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry I left you alone”, he whispered, his voice breaking, the words not nearly powerful enough to tell her what he really felt.
“It’s not your fault, Chris. You’re not the one to blame”, she said with a weak smile.
“If I was there –”, he began, but she interrupted him.
“That wouldn’t have changed anything. You can’t know what would’ve happened; if you had been there, maybe Jack would’ve killed you. He beat me hard, not caring I was a girl, and I believe he would’ve killed you because he hated you, because he was afraid of you. You said some people just aren’t right in the head, and that’s true. Jack was one of those people. You can’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t stop. And I’m not blaming you either”, she said and sat on the bed next to him.
She put her hand on his cheek, gently caressing his skin. He gazed up at her, taking in the sight of her, thankful to God or whichever force that had kept her alive thirteen years ago. If she had died... he didn’t even want to imagine that.
“And now you know. That’s why you’re not the only one carrying darkness inside you, that’s why you’re not the only one who’s broken. You told me you’re afraid your darkness will destroy my light, but Chris, nothing can destroy that. Because I choose to live like this, I choose to prevent the past from destroying my present and abolishing any chance for future. The only person who ever loved me was my mother, but she died and left me alone. I haven’t felt love for a long time, because I chose not to. I didn’t see how much Annie loved me, how much Emmet loved me, Wilson and Martia, and dozens of other people, because I built an emotional wall around myself, thinking I didn’t deserve love. After all, if the people who were supposed to care for me, for all of us, didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy and love for us, how could we be worthy of anything? But when I finally pulled myself out from that self-pity vortex I was in, I saw that I have people who I love by my side. That saved me”, she said.
When he didn’t reply, she chuckled darkly and shook her head.
“And since I learned to be honest with myself, I realized I’ve fallen in love with you, Chris. I love you”, she admitted, her face regretful.
Her words froze him, made his heart hammer inside his chest, and his mouth went dry. He knew Selene wouldn’t admit it if she didn’t feel that way for real, but he was so fucking scared and shocked, he had no idea what to say. He cared about her so much, there were no words to describe it. But how could he return those words, when he didn’t know how?
“Selene...”, he began, but she put a finger on his lips, silencing him.
“I know. I know you care about me, I know you want me to yourself. But... You remember our deal. You remember I told you I will be the one to end this, under my own terms, when all of this becomes too much for me. And this is me ending it. I’m not blaming you for anything, so don’t bother to apologize. I now see that this is where you belong, that this is your life. And you were right, life without love... I can’t live like that”, she said. She quickly kissed his lips for the last time and then stood up, putting her clothes on.
“Selene. Don’t leave like this. Please”, he begged her, the fear deep in his veins.
He couldn’t let her go! She was his life, for God’s sake!
She turned around, her suitcase in her hand, a sad smile on her face.
“Can you say you love me? Because that’s the only thing that could make me stay.”
“I – fuck. I’m sorry”, he said in surrender, his mind completely blank. But his lifeless heart threatened to burst, to break inside his chest. He was choking on his own inability to say the words that would keep her here.
“It’s okay. I know you’ll never change. And I don’t want you to. I just hope, one day, you’ll find someone who is going to change your perspective about love, and prove that you are capable of it. I’m obviously not the one”, she said.
She took a deep breath, gave him another one of her breathtaking smiles and spoke her last words that killed him.
“Goodbye, Chris. Have a good life. You do deserve it”, she said and walked out, leaving him to shout her name until his voice became hoarse.
He managed to free himself from the ties and he ran down the stairs only to open the front door and see she was already gone. His legs gave up and he sat down on the doorstep of his mansion, staring at nothing, replaying the scene of her departure.
He’d been wondering how he was going to feel once she left him, but nothing could have prepared him for the real deal. She
was gone and she took his soul, his heart, and his mind with her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
It’d been twenty-eight days since she left. Almost a month of pure agony and emptiness. He disconnected his phone a while ago, he didn’t go out, he didn’t eat, he barely slept. He only... survived. If he had known it would be like this... No, he still wouldn’t have changed his decision to be with her. Because remembering those precious moments he spent with her were the only thing keeping him sane. Well, more or less.
At first, people tried to contact him. His company, which heavily depended on him, was now in his COO’s hands, because Chris couldn’t even make himself step outside the house, let alone go and get some work done. He took a sick leave from work, saying he had a severe flu. What else could he have said? That he was suffering from a hard case of loss? His ‘‘friends’’ tried to reach him in the beginning, but after a while of not returning their calls and pretending he wasn’t home when they showed up in front of his house, they all gave up. He didn’t mind that; they were irrelevant anyway. The only person who didn’t give up on him was Jackson, but Chris was acting like a real jerk and treated him like the others; he didn’t return his phone calls, didn’t let him inside when he showed up day after day and eventually, Jacks stopped calling him and showing up. It’d been three days since he last talked to him, and he couldn’t blame him. Chris was a fucking wreck and nothing could make him feel better. Only if she showed up, but that was now pretty much impossible.
A week after she had left, he gave up on trying to resist the urge to hear her voice again, so he tried calling her. But she changed her number, and that was it. It was exactly like she said; goodbye forever. He tried numerous times to get himself up, to get into that old routine that his life was, but without her... everything was empty. Even this mansion she had spent only few days in reminded him of her. Especially the bedroom, where he last had her and saw her. When he had finally managed to get his ass of the doorstep after she left, he went straight to the bedroom, feeling empty and lifeless. Then he saw her scarf on the floor, the only thing she’d forgotten to take with her. It was a light green little piece of fabric that he carried around with him everywhere. It was the only thing that was left of her.