RECLUSE

by Andrew, Nikolai

  I try to convey all my feelings, of comfort, of contentedness, into what I’m giving him with my mouth. And it seems to work, because he stands stone-still as I’m guided by his hand, twisted into my hair as he buries his huge cock to the back of my throat.

  I gurgle and flinch as he plugs my airway, trying not to gag but it’s impossible. He eases out, just enough for me to gasp a grateful breath before he slips forward again, filling my mouth, my throat, my whole world.

  “Don’t forget to take care of my balls,” he says as his fingers tangle tighter in my hair. “Your mouth may be full, but your hand isn’t. Get it on my sack, suck and cup. Give ‘em a little squeeze.”

  I do as he asks. The weight of his scrotum, the tickle of the hairs there in my palm, sending a shiver through me that releases another hit of liquid need. I can feel it, dripping down my inner thighs as he looks down like he’s reading my mind.

  “I can smell your soaking cunt, little one. Now get your other hand on your pussy. I want to watch you play with yourself while you please me.”

  I do as he asks, my entire being possessed by this enormous man. He slips in and out, giving me breath when I need it, before sinking deep into my throat again. Back and forth, back and forth, until I’m getting used to it, the rhythm of breaths and movement, the pop of the ridge around the head as he moves through my lips then his hands are on the sides of my head.

  “Ready for your face to be fucked? Really fucked?” He hisses the words, and I try to nod, desperate for more, for all he can give, but my mouth and throat are filled, his massive hands holding me in place. “Because I’m ready and it’s what I want. What I like. Having you down there, serving me, taking all I can give, giving you all you can take.” There’s a dangerous lust behind his eyes, but his filthy words and the way he looks at me only make my pussy gush into my palm, lubricating my needy fingers.

  The spinning tightness gathers inside me as he begins to fuck my face without mercy. I give up trying not to choke and make guttural gagging sounds. I’m just a toy for him right now, a vessel for his desperate lust. I feel like I’m going to explode with my own desire.

  I want to taste him. I want to swallow every drop of his warm cream, to know he’s fed me and I’m honored by what he gives.

  He tilts my head back another inch, the new angle allowing more of him to sink inside my throat as he grunts, my jaw aching.

  “Relax, little Goldilocks,” he rumbles as he stops his thrusts, the head of his cock knocking against my tonsils as I focus on relaxing my throat. “Swallow around the head, take care of those balls too and don’t stop with that clit either. You’re a big girl, Daddy knows you can do it all. Make me proud, little one.”

  It’s so much. My head is spinning. But I do my best to follow his orders, loving the sensation of being taken over completely, of having to struggle to give him everything he wants.

  I open wider as he pushes forward, slow, and I swallow around him, tears streaming down my cheeks, spit falling from my lips onto my chest as I moan and sniff and feel him gaining access down my throat.

  “Fuck…fucking hell!” he roars, heaving mighty breaths, fingers straining in my hair. “That’s it, baby. Daddy’s close, he’s going to fill your tummy this time.”

  He lets out a growl as he retreats a few inches, and I take the opportunity to gasp a desperate breath, then he’s back, deeper even this time, and the world starts to dance as stars flicker behind my closed lids.

  I can’t do it. I’m going to pass out. But then I feel the first explosion of hot spend hit the back of my throat and I spin into my own bliss right along with him.

  Burst after warm burst of his salty, delicious man flavor coats my mouth, my tongue and throat, and I’m surprised at the pride I feel, knowing I’ve pleased him like this.

  I feel his balls tighten, the bottom of his cock pulsing and jerking with each delivery of his cum, my own orgasm twisting through me, filling my hand with my own flood while Vincent grits out every swear word known to man from above, easing his cock out of my windpipe just as I start to melt into nothingness.

  I’m boneless, dripping with my own cum along with his, mixed with thick saliva that covers my face, chin and chest.

  As I struggle for breath, I feel hands and arms wrapping around me, lifting me up and into his chest as he moves to the bed, taking a seat, curling me into him as he leans against the pillows.

  “Your mouth could bring down kingdoms, Goldilocks. Men would kill for what you have.” His chest moves up and down with heavy breaths. “But, you’re all mine. Pussy, ass, mouth…whatever you have, it belongs to me. And I belong to you.”

  I sigh, swallowing down more of his flavor as he strokes my hair.

  “You taste yummy, Daddy,” I whisper into his chest, and he hugs me tighter. “Not too hot, not too cold. Just right.”

  “I’m glad you think so. Because your tummy is going to be full of my cum a lot. It will be a tough decision where it goes, you’re going to be my three-hole wonder, aren’t you, baby?”

  I lean back, looking up at his face, remembering his size and how he felt like he was going to split me in two the first time he fucked me.

  “I don’t think it will fit in my behind, Daddy.”

  His warm lips touch my forehead, then he answers into the top of my head. “It will fit, baby. In time, it will fit.”

  I feel the twitch of his erection, a flutter down low in my belly as he starts to hum into my hair, and just as I realize he’s humming ‘Hush, little baby…”, I’m already drifting off, into a warm, safe slumber, wrapped in the big arms of my Daddy.

  11

  Melanie

  I lie in his bed, sore but content. Bathed and comfortable and full and happy. After my nap in his arms, Vincent was rock hard and ready for more, and to my surprise, so was I.

  We fucked on every surface of the bedroom, against the wall, knocking over a desk, and then he leaned me out the window and I think we scared away even the bears with our noises.

  He brought me more orgasms than I can count, and took his own pleasure from me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved in my life than I do right now. Everything is perfect.

  Yet…

  Yet there’s still a weight hanging over me. The thing I haven’t told Vincent. That if I don’t find the money for the treatment, Peaches won’t live more than a few more months. I hate asking for money. It reminds me of the power my parents had over me. Over everyone that needed or wanted something from them. I sigh and shift on the bed, and Vincent reaches out to hold me.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  I shake my head, but the words that come out of my mouth sound dry and heavy. “Everything is perfect.”

  He grips my chin, turning my face so that I have to meet his eyes. And looking into those deep, dark pools, I could almost forget my problems.

  “I said, what’s wrong? Don’t hold things back from me. I told you I’d look after you, but I can’t do that if you keep things from me. Rule one was no lying, but I need to amend that…there are lies by omission, little girl, and that’s a rule breaker as well.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but what’s the point? The only thing that will change what’s going to happen is money. But he’s asking for the truth. He’s told me not to hold back. Pushing down the panic, I force myself to explain.

  “It’s just…” I hesitate, then press on. “Peaches has a tumor. She needs an operation. And now I’ve lost my job for sure. I was already finding it impossible, now I’m going to have to accept what’s going to happen to her. I don’t want to lose her but I’m not sure what else I can do.”

  He shakes his head, leans in and kisses my forehead. “Baby, is that all? When I said I’d look after you, that meant Peaches as well. I’ll give you the money. Everything I have, everything I am, is yours.”

  “You don’t understand. The operation, it’s going to cost ten thousand dollars. It’s too much.”

  “Nothing you need is too much. I’ll
take care of it.”

  The calm in his voice makes me hope, just for a second. But this is the real world. It’s so much money. He doesn’t know Peaches like I do, he doesn’t love her like I do. “Ten thousand dollars? Where are you going to find that kind of money?”

  “Baby, you need to learn to trust me. When I say I’ll take care of you, I mean it.”

  “I just…” I’m trying to trust him like he says, but it seems impossible. “She needs this right away. It can’t wait. Even if you sold your sculptures, it would take months to get that kind of money.”

  “The sculptures aren’t for sale,” he says, shaking his head and smiling. Then he sighs and takes my hand, climbing out of the bed and pulling me after him. I’m naked, and feel uncomfortable, but he doesn’t wait for me to dress, pulling me along behind him, out onto the landing. “Come on. I need to show you something.”

  We head downstairs, and he opens the door into the long corridor, the one that ends in the room with my shrine. “I’ve already been in here, Vincent.”

  He laughs. “I know. But you haven’t seen everything yet. How do you think I knew where to find you when I came in the house each time?” He turns and grins as he opens the door, then points up to a small light as it turns from green to red. “This room is alarmed. It’s a silent alarm. I don’t—” For a split second, he seems to be fighting a battle with himself. Something he isn’t sure he should say, but when I take his hand it seems to give him the strength to continue. “I don’t like loud noises. Especially sudden ones. So the alarm is silent. It makes a receiver I keep with me vibrate to let me know someone has opened this door.”

  “I’m confused. What does that—?”

  “It’s the room where I keep my valuables. Top of that list is everything I have of yours, baby.”

  Valuables…

  Family heirlooms? Sure, maybe they’d sell fast if they’re in demand, but not for what they’re worth. “I can’t ask you to—”

  “You’re not.” He steps across the room and pulls back a hidden panel, pressing a button that reveals an enormous black metal safe nestled in the wall. “I always take care of what’s mine and I always will.”

  He turns the tumbler, back and forth, then again until it clicks, then he turns a large lever, opening the heavy metal door. My hands fly to the sides of my face, fingers pressing into my eyebrows, the sight leaving me speechless.

  My mouth hangs wide as I stare in disbelief. A stack of at least fifty large gold bars, along with dozens and dozens of bundled piles of cash and one open stack, half used.

  “I don’t trust banks,” Vincent says. “I trust myself. This isn’t all of it either. I have other places. On the property. For storage.”

  I don’t know how much gold is worth exactly. But either way, I must be looking at millions of dollars. Tens of millions. And, there’s more?

  “I… I don’t understand.”

  “I’m just letting you know everything is going to be fine. Before I came here, I was an investment banker. I was good at it.”

  “But…you’ve been here for ten years.”

  “I was good at it, baby. My mind…it’s unusual. I remember everything. Every word from a book, every calculation, everything. It’s a curse in a way but it made me a lot of money. I was recruited by an investment firm when I was just eighteen, and rose quickly to become CEO. But I hated it. I sucked at running the business. I hated the corporate structure, the way they crushed anyone that stood in their way. The way money was God. And when what happened with Robert…and my parents. I left that life. I wanted to get away. It was a hard time. Lots of things happened at once, so I cashed in and bought this land. I never thought for a second of going back.”

  “I feel like I don’t even know you.” I turn away from the safe. I thought he was the wild man of the woods. I thought maybe he had come here from a commune or something. He was an investment banker?

  A millionaire. More than a millionaire. Hundreds. Maybe a billionaire. That puts him squarely in the same world as my parents.

  No, it puts him above my parents. He says he has more. Other places on the property. With the same amount? More? It must be many times the whole Crawford family empire put together.

  “That was the old me. You know the real me.”

  I can’t think straight. Words tumble in my head. “What happened?” I blurt, not realizing for a second that I’ve said it out loud. But yes, right now I need an answer. “You said something happened so you came here and never left. I need to know, Vincent. Please. I know you don’t want to betray Robert. I get that. But…please.”

  “Okay, baby.” He takes my face in his hands, and immediately I start to calm. “You need to know. Robert would understand. It’s just so fucked up, I can still hardly believe it myself.”

  He grabs a stack of money, hands it over to me and meets my eyes.

  “For Peaches. Get her the best treatment. Whatever it costs.”

  “Thank you.” I breathe a sigh, having the money in my hands. It’s no guarantee, but knowing that my kitten has a better chance of survival now means so much to me. “I’ll pay you back.”

  Vincent shakes his head, smiling, and kisses my hair. “No you won’t. What’s mine is yours. But the fact you want to makes you different from every other human I’ve ever known. Everyone except my brother, the only other honest person in the world it seems. We didn’t grow up together, Robert and I. I didn’t even know he existed until fifteen years ago when he found me. My parents kept it a secret, the kid my mom had from an affair, her willingness to give him up just to satisfy my father. I didn’t care about any of that though, I was just so happy to have him. It felt like a part of my life had been missing and then there he was, making sense of it, restoring order.”

  “I can’t believe they kept that from you.”

  “They had their own issues. I forgave them. I won’t ever understand what they did, but it’s not for me to judge them for it. But when I started noticing discrepancies in the finances at my company, that was when things started going wrong. I should have kept it to myself, I know that now, but that’s not how my mind works. I saw a problem so I confronted them. How they thought they’d get away with it, I have no idea. With my head for finances, I would have noticed a dollar missing, a single cent. When there were millions unaccounted for, I couldn’t fail to spot it. Still, they’d hidden it well, taking only small amounts here and there. It’s the only reason they managed to keep it from me for so long. I noticed the discrepancies and put it down to someone’s mistake. Watched, waited, expecting to find someone who needed more training or who wasn’t paying proper attention. It never occurred to me that it could be deliberate.”

  “They stole from you?”

  He nods. “I can’t understand it even now. They weren’t poor. They didn’t need it. They just wanted more, and rather than ask they just took it. I knew it was them, but somehow they convinced the police that it was Robert. I guess he was an easy sell. Not respectable like us, in and out of foster homes growing up, minor convictions for vandalism and petty theft. But I still…” He laughs. “I still thought the courts would find him innocent. I told them it wasn’t him, showed them that the thefts had started before he even came back into our lives. It didn’t matter.”

  I sigh. “Oh, Daddy, I’m so sorry.” It’s the most he’s told me about his life and I can tell it hurts. “You trusted in justice and it let you down.”

  “It let me down and it let Robert down, baby girl. And on top of that, on the way back from the court, after hearing the guilty verdict, there was that mugger, the poor woman trying to hold onto what was hers, and this.” He points to the scar on his face. “After that, I knew what I had to do. I called my realtor, bought the first piece of land he mentioned that was big enough for my purposes and came out here that day. Slept in a tent until I had the porch completed on my cabin and took it from there.”

  “I’m so sorry. None of that was right. Families are hard sometimes.”


  “I know, my Goldilocks. But, that’s the past. I want to live now, with you and Bear and Peaches. So, whatever treatment she needs, I’ll take care of it, but there’s something else I need to take care of first.” Vincent leans into the safe, reaching inside, behind a single gold bar, and pulls out a small black leather box. “Baby, I’ve had this since the first day I saw you. I didn’t know then how things would turn out, but I did know one thing.”

  Suddenly, he drops to one knee, looking up at me as he holds out the box, opening it and reaching out. Inside, sparkling in the lights overhead, is a round diamond the size of a nickel at least. It’s set in filigree gold with what looks like a thousand more tiny diamonds around the rest of the band, glinting like a galaxy of stars.

  “I knew I wanted you in my life. For the rest of my life. I drove all night that night to Portland, to the biggest, best jewelry store I could find. Being around all the people, that city, I hated it, but I knew I had to get a ring. For you. I bought the biggest one they had. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you whatever you want. Pick out anything, but Melanie, marry me. Please, baby, be my wife.”

  Tears fall over my lids and I nod, sobbing and laughing at the same time, trying to find words. I outstretch my hand and my mountain man, my recluse…my Daddy slips it onto my finger as I watch the way it sparkles. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to thank him. I want him. I want this. And the bonus, is Peaches is going to have the best chance at survival and it’s all because of him.

  Finally, the only words I can think of fall from my lips. “I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you too, baby. Now let’s go make sure your Peaches gets the best treatment we can find.”

  “Okay, but I think there’s something we need to do first.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, I have a phone number for the prison. The social worker there told me when I had any information about you for Robert to please call. Since it’s minimum security, she said she can have him come to the phone. Let him know you’re okay.”