Threat 8

It was ten minutes to eight when he heard the garage door open. Pleased she was early, he smiled to himself and continued to stir the tomato sauce.

“Come into the kitchen,” he called when he heard her enter the house. A very nervous, hunched, Mrs. Vicks stood to the side of the kitchen entrance.

Ah. She dressed up.

“You look lovely in peach Mrs. Vicks.” She looked down at her well tailored sheath dress. “Edible.”

“Um. Thanks.” Not knowing what to do with her hands, they kept fluttering around her thighs. “May I help you with something?”

“No, I have it all under control.”

“Stir or boil something?” His glance made her silent. She couldn’t help but defend herself, “I’m just not used to-“

“I know what you are used to Mrs. Vicks. But you will sit. Your glass of wine is waiting for you-“

“Oh, I don’t drink-“

“It’s Zinfandel. Sit and sip.” When he went to take her coat as she passed him, she flinched. He showed nothing, but he blinked. I won’t hurt you Stella. After he peeled it off her shoulders as gently as possible, he excused himself to hang it up. He returned to see her sniffing the glass contents.

He picked up his wine glass, stuck two fingers in the copper liquid and held them up to her mouth. “Suck.” He was delighted when she didn’t hesitate. Her eyes closed, he pulled them away. It looked like she wanted to say something. “You may speak freely now and through dinner.”

 “It’s nothing.” He stared at her so she blurted, “You know what’s weird?”

The fact that you always surprise me?

“What, Mrs. Vicks?” He turned his back to her as he stirred the sauce.

“It tasted better off your skin. I wonder if it’s your soap. You use that hand made soap. It smells great. What’s in it?”

You’re the first to ask but not the first to comment. “Sage, sweetgrass, cedar and musk.”

She quietly said into her wine glass before she took another sip, “It tastes good on you.” Her eyes wandered the kitchen as Lucas mused over her comment. The pasta slicer caught her eye, it meant he made the noodles from scratch. Lucas glanced at her over his shoulder on occasion; she was always looking around the room. It was an elegant kitchen, state of the art, but empty of personal decor. It was more of a magazine ad than a real home.

The garlic bread was done, he took it out of the oven and set it on the counter. He returned to the kitchen table, dipped his fingers again but this time wiped them on her neck. She was stiff, frightened. He watched it run down and before it hit her dress he pressed his mouth to it, licking it off. It became soft kisses and ended up with him asking her nibbling her ear and whispering, “How are you feeling?”

She turned her head away, color rushing up her neck. “I’m fine.”

“Were you questioned?”

The corner of her mouth descended fast, she fought to stop tears. “No.”

A finger on her chin, he turned her head toward him. She couldn’t look him in the eyes and he let it slide. “What happened?”

“I have some bruising. But..he didn’t say anything,” she said faintly.

“Did he see any marks?” Her eyes closed when she shrugged. About to call her Mrs. Vicks, he deemed it too clinical. She needed to be handled delicately. “Stella. What-“

It rushed out in a frantic whisper, “He never looks at me anymore. He never notices anything.” Eyes shiny with fluid, she glared, but it wasn’t for Lucas. “He doesn’t look at me. I didn’t realize until the other day. I am covered in bruises and he-“

“Covered? Surely you are exaggerating. There should not-“ Her jaw pushed outward, defiant. “Strip.” She stood and began to undress, ready to prove her point. “There may be some bruising but you are not covered in them.” He turned his back to tend to the sauce.

She said quietly, “I’ve never been bruised this bad in my life. Not even when I got thrown from a horse.” Hands at her sides, her back was to him, her head low.

He looked.

Fuck.

Grotesque shades of green and yellow tugged at moody purple cloudbursts under her skin. Slash marks, hand prints, even his fingers had marked her ass and ribs.

What the hell? I’ve never seen-

Inspecting her buttocks closer he felt twinges of guilt. He insisted, “You seem to have a vitamin deficiency.” She clicked her tongue. “You should not have bruised so easily. Please go put on the red robe hanging in my closet.” Still wearing her high heels, he watched her leave the room. Normally he would have been aroused but he felt ill, especially when he noticed the wide muddled bands around her ankles and wrists.

How could her husband not notice? How could she hide all..I wonder if they hurt. Fuck they look awful. It looks so damaged. So much dam- Vitamins. She needs to take some C with rose hips. Vitamin E and K.

A task nudged aside his guilt, he went to his cupboard and pulled out his collection of vitamins. It was easy to find what he needed, he gathered three pills and set them on the counter. She returned. The robe was cinched tightly at her waist and pulled closed all the way up to her neck. He made a note to have the neck tailored so her sternum would always be exposed.

But for now he allowed her modesty, she was too vulnerable today. “You also look lovely in your robe.” He smiled when she looked down at the robe and noticed the embroidered S on the breast.

“My robe?” He nodded. “I thought it looked too small for you. I was wondering what the S stood-“ she stopped and stared at him. “Oh. Thank you. It’s beautiful.” Running her hands down it, she added, “It’s..it’s beautiful.” She blushed and didn’t know what to do.

“Sit and drink.” The chair was no longer tucked under the table, but facing him. She sat. “Cross your legs and-“ the robe slipped open to reveal her long stems. She went to adjust it. “Leave it.” Her hand froze and she slowly released the fabric.

Dinner was quiet, she complimented his cooking and ate heartily, more than he expected, he liked that. She took the vitamins without argument and promised to take them regularly.

The following hour they spent sitting in front of the fireplace on the couch while he rubbed her feet, he informed her she was not allowed to speak without being prompted. He was careful around the bruises on her ankles. Within ten minutes she was sighing and trying not to squirm. Lucas was knowledgeable in the art of massage, how to provoke or relax. The only light in the room was the fire, casting its gold glow over her bare legs, her hair and the satin fabric.

When he untied the wide sash of her robe she opened her eyes, a little fearful of what was next. A firm pull, and the belt came out of the loops but robe still covered her.

“Sit up.” She obeyed quickly, sitting up stiff, frigidly. “Close your eyes.” She swallowed and started to tremble. It had nothing to do with arousal- it was fear. Lucas got on his knees before her and began to tie the sash over her eyes. “Why are you shaking Mrs. Vicks?” She shrugged. “Speak.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Now she shook harder. Lucas didn’t like it, it made him feel ashamed. “Being punished.”

“But you’ll obey.”

“What if I mess up or I pause or something? Then I’m..” she held her breath.

There were many strange impulses when he was with her, impulses he was unfamiliar with. He shook off the urge to kiss her and tell her she’d be fine. Instead he tightened his hold and asserted, “You will be cautious. Aware.” He realized he was stroking her bare thighs, trying to soothe her. He watched his hands as if they didn’t belong to him, before he corrected himself he saw her calming down and deemed his actions appropriate. “Are you sore anywhere?” She thought and then nodded once. “Is it painful?” She shook her head. “Where?”

“My shoulders. I think I pulled something when I tried to get aw-..when I struggled-” She cringed backward, afraid of bringing up her past behavior.

He pet her hips. “Both shoulders or just one?”

“Both.”

Wanting to massage her bare skin, he pushed the robe off her shoulders and bit back a gasp when he saw the marks. He was grateful she was wearing a blindfold and couldn’t see the horror on his face. The sickening color of her flesh had mangled stripes over her breasts. His handprints were evident in three of the places he had slapped her. He carefully pushed her knees apart, needing to see what damage had been done to her delicate pussy. He clenched his jaw when he saw small blood blisters where he had hung the clips.

He got up and went to the kitchen, poured a full glass of wine and downed all of it.

Never. Never seen anything like it. She must have a serious deficiency or disorder. I’ll have Doc check her out. Make sure- anaemic. She’s probably anaemic. Iron. I’ll make steak for lunch tomorrow. Medium rare. Bloody. Very bloody. Oh god.

Refilling the glass, he returned to the living room and paused. There was panic on her face. Her hands were woven together tightly in her lap, sweat on her brow and upper lip. Shoulders pulled in tight, wanting to curl up but trying to obey and stay sitting fully upright.

I hate this. Seeing her like..she’s terrified of me. Fear is one thing, but this..no. Not this. I can’t have this. I don’t want this. I’ve hurt and terrified her.

Standing before her he lifted her hand to the glass. “Drink.”

The glass was fuller than she expected. It went down the wrong pipe, her hand slapped over her mouth. She was coughing harshly, trying not to make a mess or spill at the same time trying to creep away from him. Afraid of being disciplined.

I am fucking up!

Locking his jaw, he summoned his steel will. He took her glass and set it down on the end table. “Calm down Mrs. Vicks,” he said firmly. She nodded and covered her mouth with both hands when another round of hacking came. She tried to say something. “What is it?” She motioned, asking to stand, “Yes. Of course.” He helped her to her feet and she grabbed her knees, coughing loudly. He patted her back and bumped her shoulder making her wince. It took a moment for her to regain her composure, but she was still holding her knees. Face bright red, robe hanging open to display her bruises, her stance and expression extremely timid- Lucas was at a loss. It lasted only a moment.

Delicate. This one is delicate. She seems tough but her body..her body may not be.

Standing in front of her, he gently hugged her. It was awkward with her bent over but he wanted to soothe her. He helped her stand upright, barely stroking her back. “It’s all right. It happens,” he tried to reassure but she was stiff in his arms. Upset with himself, he shoved emotion aside and kissed her cheek. “You are not in any trouble.” A fragment of tension left her shoulders. Another kiss and he added, “Is your throat sore?” She shook her head. “Excellent.” He let go of her, checked the blindfold and removed his belt, “I have a task that needs attending.” Picking up her hands, he set them on the waistband of his pants. “Take it out.”

She fumbled with the slide, it wasn’t a button. He watched her brows furrow with puzzlement and then rise when she figured it out. When she slid her hand down inside his trousers before unzipping, he was baffled until he realized she was worried about catching him in the teeth if he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The heat of the back of her hand against his boxer briefs was warm. He’d had a fuck buddy over the night before and it did the job but Gloria didn’t arouse him like Stella. Gloria was too jaded, her eyes too needy.

Unzipped, she carefully pulled his shorts down to his knees then stood and waited for instructions. “Kneel.” She went down slow, Lucas saw how sore she was. She was trying not to grimace as she adjusted herself on her knees. He bent and kissed her lips, startling her into jerking backwards. He smiled as she tried to correct herself but he was already gone. Instead of apologizing verbally she dropped her head. He pet her hair, “You are doing well Stella.” The frown on her face said she didn’t think she was. Holding her face in both hands, this time he alerted her, “Let’s try again.” She lifted her head and met his mouth.

So eager!

Pleased with her enthusiasm, he moaned and moved to his knees. Arms around her, he pulled her tight and the kiss became consumption. His hard cock was pressed against her, but he focused on the kiss. Small noises came from her, telling of her arousal. Wanting her arms around him, he lifted her arm to wrap around his neck but when he raised it higher than her shoulder she broke the kiss with a gasp of pain. He spoke without thinking, “Sorry. That bad?”

Sorry? You apologized?

She shook her head and had a mental relapse of her own, she leaned in for a kiss. Lucas couldn’t believe it and before he could correct her, her mouth was on his. Instead of lifting her arm which he had let go, she slid her hands up his chest and began working the buttons of his shirt. He grabbed them. “No. I didn’t give permission-“ the look on her face said she had forgotten, had been carried away- and now she leaned back, bracing for punishment.

I have to punish her. I let too many things slide and I didn’t intend to mark her up, but she can’t regress. But I-

Her nipples were clear of markings so he pinched one cruelly. She squealed, grasped it with both hands and curled over it. Watching her, she was swallowing the notion of saying ow loudly. Gradually she released her breast and stood straight on her knees but her head was bowed. His erection deflated.

“You’re doing well Stella.” She turned her head away but he held it in his hands and turned it to face him. “You are. You are learning very quickly.” The frown on her lips was cute to him. “Do you believe me?” The tiniest nod shook her head making him smile. “I do have something I want you to do.” He stood and pressed his soft dick against her lips. “Suck it until it is hard. But do not use your hands.” At least it won’t hurt her shoulders. Mouth open, she slid it in the moist hotness of her. Lucas exhaled silently as he watched her head slide down his cock. It wouldn’t be long until he was hard. Twice she lifted her hands to steady herself but stopped, the third time her palm landed on his thigh when she lost her balance. The sucking paused a moment. She knotted her hands into fists and put them behind her back so she would not err again.

She is sore. And blindfolded always throws off balance and not using her hands only makes it- “You may use your hands for balance only.” She grasped his hips. It took him a moment to realize she was working methodically, she was more concerned about doing it right than enjoying it. In the past that was what he insisted on, but he wanted her to like it. Touching her jaw he slowed her moves, hoping she would focus on the sensation of it. A minute passed before her face loosened its concentration.

Holding her head still in his hands, he slowly fucked her mouth, gradually pushing back further and further toward her throat. Since he was steadying her, her hands returned to her lap. She loosened her posture and sighed with desire, her hands came up but stopped mid air.

Yes. Want me.

“You may touch me as you wish.” Immediately she cupped a buttock and his balls. Lucas quietly groaned and fucked her face faster. “Excellent Mrs. Vicks.” She moaned when he slid his thumb into her mouth alongside his cock. “I am fully hard.” He pulled out of her mouth, she frowned and dropped her hands. “Very good Mrs. Vicks.” The frown dissipated into nuetrality.

Wait until you feel what I do with it.

Slick with her saliva, he began jerking his dick. “Just sit back on your knees and relax.” She sat on her heels and reached behind her back to scratch an itch. Her hands returned to her lap, her face upturned to him. She wiggled then straightened her shoulders. She reached behind her back again, her lips a tight line as she tried to reach the itch.

Nothing is going to plan so far. I’m a roller coaster of mess myself. What does she do to me?

Lucas stopped stroking his cock and kneeled beside her. Breathing hot on her ear, he asked, “Have an itch?” She nodded. Lightly scratching her back, he said, “Guide me.”

“Lower. Lower. To the left- ah! Oooh. Yes,” she leaned into him and smiled, he mirrored it. “It was driving me nuts.” Her shoulders slumped and she sighed again. “Thanks. Sorry I interrupted..” Wanting to play her part, she straightened her spine, became quiet and still.

He didn’t like it, he liked her sighing and leaning into him. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, he said, “You’re welcome.” For once he wanted to make love not just fuck.

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I getting my period or something?

The fire needed attention, he let go of her and threw two more logs on it, causing it to spark. Kneeling and holding still, she waited for him. Now he wanted to jump her. Knock her over and fuck the hell out of her. The thick alpaca rug was soft but she was wounded. He pulled the cushions off the couch and made a bed. “Lie down, on your back. Legs spread,” her lips parted as she sucked in air.

The coffee table drawer was opened and he pulled out a bag of suckers. This was something he’d never done before, never had the right flavor female, but tonight he did. She was just right.

The red robe was gone, she was lying on the cushions as he had asked. The ivory rug and cushions blended with her skin, but they seemed to highlight her vile markings. He ignored them.

This will be fun. She will like this.

Unwrapping the first small lollipop, he said, “Mouth open, tongue out and wide.” Seeing her like that, he dropped his face to hers and licked her tongue making her jump. He smiled at her. “You may swallow as needed.” The tongue disappeared, convulsed as she swallowed and came back out. “Very good Mrs. Vicks.” She smiled briefly. He placed the flat sucker against her tongue. Her brows jumped to the middle of her forehead with surprise, Lucas grinned. “Suck.” She did and then he pulled it away. “Tongue out.” He pressed the sucker against it and then ran his tongue over the other side of the candy. “Mmm. Lime.”

Feeling his saliva gland doing its job, he pulled away. “Swallow as needed.” She did although lying down made it difficult. But he was done with her mouth for now. He dragged the sticky edge of the candy down her throat toward her bellybutton. It tugged on the skin as it quickly dried, but he didn’t stop. Circling the indent on her stomach, he watched her chest rise and fall faster. He licked around the delicate edges of that overlooked hole, making her shiver.

Yes Stella, I’m not all severity. I can play. Toy with you. Tease and tempt.

A wet circle lined the little valley. He set the sucker down, covering it like a lid. He left it and opened another stemmed candy. Her tongue was still out, he rubbed the purple lolly over the edge of her wide spread tongue. Saliva glands spurted to life causing her to quickly swallow so she wouldn’t be covered in drool.

This candy strolled a gooey path down her skin to her breast. As if tilling a field, he plowed the edge of the sucker over her areola and nipple, hardening the flesh. The candy was dry, so he popped it in his mouth, savoring the faux grape flavor. He pressed the sugar circle to the center of her tit, nearly covering all of the darker flesh of her aerola. He held it until it stayed on its own. Then repeated it to her other tit with a red, cherry sucker.

“You are all sticky Mrs. Vicks.” She tried not to smile, her hand started to head for her left breast but stopped. “You may feel them.” She found the stick of the candy and pulled lightly- it pulled her skin making her gasp. “I will take them off for you, but not yet. Lie still.”

The next sucker was slipped between her legs. She was panting as he slid the confection inside her cunt, he left it there and removed her blindfold. Giving her a moment to adjust, he hovered over her face. Once she could focus, without looking away from her hazel eyes, he plucked the sucker from her pussy and put it in his mouth. When her mouth popped open with disbelief he chuckled.

“Does it bother you?” She shook her head. “Surprised?” She nodded. “Why?” She shrugged and covered her smiling mouth with her hands.

Oh Mrs, Vicks, you surprise me.

“And what surprises you about this?” She closed her eyes, shook her head and giggled. Lucas was intrigued. “Tell me Mrs. Vicks.”

She nodded, still hidden behind her hands. “It’s..it’s just that..” she laughed and tried to calm herself. Lucas’s gray eyes stared at her. “Okay, okay, okay. It’s just that- that I would never think you’d have a sucker in your mouth.” Lucas let his grin slip. “It’s..cute. Oh! Remember Kojak?” She laughed loud and covered her face again, Lucas absorbed it. Bathed in it. Was warmed by it. “Ohhhh. I’m sorry. Sorry I..” her humor was fading. “I liked this and I messed it up. Sorry.”

Sorry?

“Why are you sorry Mrs. Vicks?”

“I killed the mood.”

“I disagree.” He pulled the sucker from his mouth and pressed it into the folds of her cunt between the hole and clit. Wiggling it gently, he let it adhere to her lips. The touch- so teasingly close to the hot spots, had her breathing deep again. Reaching for a different shape sucker, he unwrapped the small sugary ball as he said, “It added to the mood. Builds it. Refreshes it.” He spun the one inch globe in his mouth, getting it just wet enough to stick well. Watching her face, her eyes, he spread her pussy lips wide and pulled back the scrap of flesh that hit her clit. Holding the stick pointed toward the ceiling, he pressed the candy to her little nub.

Stella lifted her head to look, gasping as she realized what he was doing. “Oh.”

“Lie down Mrs. Vicks.” Her head fell back, her eyes closed for a moment as she came to grips that she was his toy. Lucas blew on the connection, drying the edible glue faster. Letting go of it, the narrow, white stem dropped slowly, tugging on her clit as it went from a 90 degree angle to around 60. Stella was panting, the pull was arousing in ways she had never fathomed. Lucas felt the same way- this was always something he wanted to do and he had finally found the right playmate.

Another sucker, this one was also round but the size of a golf ball. He handed it to her, “Suck on this please.” She took the blue, raspberry flavored candy into her mouth and wondered what was next. Lucas had another sucker in his hand, it was small like the one on her clit, he popped it into one corner of his mouth. He moved to his knees between her legs. “Knees up, feet flat on the floor.” She did and he smiled as he pulled the sucker from his mouth and dragged it down her inner thigh. Down, down, down, it went until it met her pussy. It slid past her opening and stopped on her taint. “Ah, here it stays.” While he held it in place while it dried, he watched her suck the candy and began to wiggle the stick stuck to her clit.

“Oh!” She flinched with surprise, not pain. Lucas noticed she was sucking on the candy harder as he rubbed her little spot. The one on her taint was done, he unwrapped another sucker and quickly wet it as he continued to play with her. She was panting and using the bulbous sucker in her mouth like she was giving head.

Without drawing attention to another piece of candy looking for a new home, this time Lucas went straight to the target. He pressed the one inch sphere to her asshole, she bucked and looked at him, eyes wide. He held it against that muscle, wanting to glue it shut with sugar. He wasn’t trying to sink it in, just keep it closed.

Once it stayed he plucked the sucker from her mouth and grinned at her. “My sweet little fuck. My sugar tits. My candy cunt.” She was panting hard, dirty talk was new to her. The fat sucker slid into her pussy, she groaned. “I’m going to make you come Mrs. Vicks.” His knee pressed the stem touching her ass and taint, his hands worked her clit and pussy. “Tug on the ones on your breasts Mrs. Vicks.” Her eyes closed as she found the stems and began to push and pull the candy stuck to her areolas.

A sticky foam gathered around the opening of her pussy. At first Lucas resisted the urge to lick it but then decided he wanted to try it. “Hold still.” She froze and felt his tongue licking her hole. It was much silkier, gentler than the sticky grip of the candy. She sighed and relaxed as he slid his tongue inside. “Mmm,” he quietly groaned as he tasted raspberry and pussy mingled together. Clean of candy residue, he kneeled again. “Ready?” She nodded. “Go.” She worked her nipples as he focused on her lower half. The fluid and jerking had caused the one on her ass to peel itself away, it had aroused her, much to her surprise.

Lucas was impressed at how the suckers held tight. His mouth watered as he thought of sucking them off her skin. Stella was on the brink of orgasm. He pulled the sucker from inside her pussy and popped it into his mouth. Now he focused on her clit, he wanted her to come that way first. He took the sucker from his mouth and slid it into hers. He bent over her and pushed her hand from her left breast. He sucked in as much of her breast as he could. The stem was in the way but he soon pried the candy away by forcing his tongue under it repeatedly. Her hard nipple popped up, that sole remaining part was still stuck to the candy. He yanked the sucker away making her yelp- it also made her come.

“Lucas!” she cried as he body bucked. Before her symptoms stopped, his mouth was clamped to her clit, working on removing that sucker. She squirmed and moaned, her sensitive bit being pegged again and again. It came off and he tossed the sucker onto the table, he went after the one in between her pussy lips. He tugged but it was stuck and he didn’t want to cause more blood blisters. He worked his tongue, bathing her slit with his saliva.

Stella raised her hips, spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to help. Soon the confection slid loose. He tossed the candy aside and straddled her face. “Open.” She obeyed and Lucas quickly fucked her mouth for a few strokes. He yanked himself out and climbed on top of her. She moaned with delight as he slid himself in. She was tight but also sticky, it pulled at his sensitive skin. Balancing on his hands, he didn’t wish to touch her bruised torso, he began a fuck.

“Oooh!” She cried as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. One nipple still held a purple sucker. Her bellybutton had held the green one. Lucas ripped the one off her belly, she gave a sensual gasp. His dick loved this new sensation- tugging at him. It wasn’t muscles gripping tight or the silky breath of lube- it was a greedy clawing. His balls were ready to go, but he wanted her to come first.

He smirked at her, she was nervous but under the haze of lust. He yanked the purple sucker on her tit- hard, but not hard enough to pull it off. She groaned, her back arched. He fucked her faster, her moans building and building. He yanked it again and she screamed, clawing his back. He tore it off and she screeched, her orgasms squeezing her body, her lungs. Seeing her completely over the edge, Lucas plunged callously three times and then his balls burst, adding his stickiness to hers.

He bucked again and again, violently pressing himself into her, bending her spine. She moaned with pleasure as she came again from his brutal ending. Panting, he rested above her on his elbows, still very aware of her injuries.

He rolled away and onto his back. She turned onto her side to face him. “Would you like me to start a bath?” she asked.

Normally he would want the woman to be quiet, but he wanted to know what Stella thought. “Feeling sticky?”

“Yes and so do you,” she touched his dick with her finger. Remnants of come and corn syrup made for a tacky mess. He nodded and she started to get up. He leapt to his feet and offered her a hand. “Oh. Thank you.” He helped her up but didn’t let go. For once he held a woman’s hand because he wanted to, not just to guide them.

Oh Mrs. Vicks. Things are so different with you. So wonderfully different.

To be continued…

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