Threat 9

The bath was soothing. Again he induldged her by letting her administer first aid to the scratch marks on his back. Once clean of candy residue and dry, he took her to bed. Lucas insisted on giving her a gentle massage. He let her doze as he caressed her, working carefully over her bruises to encourage the body to clean up the wounds.

She’s completely out. Dead asleep.

He smiled at her. Her mouth was slightly open, relaxed and obviously very comfortable with him. It was not something he normally liked but she was polite, considerate and not one to take things for granted.

Nearly Victorian proper in manners. Serving the male without- well, she questions me because she perceives what I do as wrong. But not so much anymore. She trusts me. Let’s see how much.

It was easy to do what he wanted because she was already lying on her back. The massage came to a halt and four long leather straps and four cuffs with rings were set on the bed. He attached the straps to the bed first and then dressed her ankles and wrists with cuffs. She stirred when he spread her limbs but she was exhausted and didn’t wake. The emotion, the wine which she was unaccustomed to, intense sex and followed with a hot bath and massage- she was a puddle of flesh.

Straddling her, he kissed the edges of her collarbone. He backed up, knelt between her knees and kissed down her stomach, over the mound and to her clean slit. Snaking out his tongue, he licked the lips and she wiggled, a sigh coming out of her. He laid down between her legs. His tongue circled her clit a few times and then flicked it repeatedly.

“Mmmmuuh.” Her head turned and he stopped. She settled back down and Lucas chuckled to himself. The tongue pierced her pussy- a wet, small, rapid fuck.

“Uhh,” she murmured, he pulled away just so he wasn’t touching her. Her hand started to lift but was jerked to a halt by the restraint. Lucas held completely still. She grunted and started to yawn- but when she instinctively went to cover her mouth and couldn’t she was instantly wide awake. “Oh no,” she gasped and closed her eyes.

Calm Stella. Be calm.

She took a deep breath and shakily let it out slow. “Calm Stella.” Lucas almost laughed when she said his thoughts aloud. “Oh no.” She yanked on her arms. “I don’t get this. I don’t..oh no. Breathe.” She did some breathing exercises and then told herself, “If he says I’m safe, I’m safe.”

A swell of pride filled his chest, that small statement confessing her trust.

There were a few more deep, well controlled breaths and then she lightly pulled her wrists. Then she yanked hard and grunted. “I hate this. Why does he do this?” She answered. “Because I ran away.” She tsked herself. “NO, it’s to teach me patience. Or maybe he’s miffed I fell asleep. The lesson to be learned is don’t fall asleep. Great.” Several yanks on the cuffs vented some energy. “Darn it.”

Lucas wasn’t a man who giggled, but the tickles in his throat were proving to be a tough match.

She sighed with resignation and then called, “Lucas?” She shook her head. “Officer Lucas?” She waited as the man between her thighs did his best not to shake the bed. “OFFICER LUCAS!?” Nothing. “Oh!” she cried in frustration, kicking and pulling on restraints. “Darn it!” She fell flat and was still for a couple minutes. “No,” she gasped, “not now. Not..” Twisting her body, she was trying to roll on her side. “Darn bruises are so itchy!”

That hit him hard. Lucas sat up and she squealed with fright.

“Where?” he asked, his brows pinched. “Where does it itch?”

“My left breast.” His hand reached, “Oh, I meant right.” He lightly scratched. “More towards the center. Oh. Lower, lower,- oh! Yes!” He scratched a little harder and watched her eyes close. “Thank you. Oh.” Her hand still tried to join his.

“Another?”

“Yes. If you undo my-“

“No. Tell me.” The next couple minutes were spent taking care of itches as he watched her face contort with discomfort and relief.

“I’m good. I’m good.” She said lazily, her eyes not opening. “Much better.” Suddenly she jerked awake, trying to sit up. She frantically rubbed her face on her upper arm.

“Another itch?” he moved closer to her head.

“No,” she said. “I’m fine.” Blinking repeatedly, she shook her head sharply.

“What’s the matter Mrs. Vicks?”

“Need to stay awake. I was rude and drifted off.”

“You think you’re being punished for falling asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re not. I wanted to tie you up so I tied you up. It’s not punishment.”

She looked down, away from the gray eyes looking at her. “Feels like it.”

“What I’m going to do to you will not feel like punishment.” That got her eyes back to his. “And I am not upset you fell asleep. It was expected.”

“Oh,” she said beginning to blush.

Lucas bent down and kissed her jaw and cheek, then dragged his lips back and forth. “I liked it. That you felt safe falling asleep with me.” She nodded. “You had some great sex, ate dinner, drank wine, took a bath and had a massage. Of course you were ready for sleep. Your body had done what it wants most. To eat and fuck and be touched.” She gasped. “And it went to sleep because what else is there? You had it all. Didn’t you Mrs. Vicks?”

“I-“ she cut herself off and nodded instead.

Lucas lifted his head to hover over her, “What were you going to say?” She looked away from his gaze but he said, “Eyes on mine Mrs. Vicks. Now finish your thought.”

Her eyes flickered, tempted to look away but she held on. “Um. But we also want..other things.”

“Like what?”

She couldn’t help it, she stared at his chin instead of his face. “Love.”

Love. Of course she would say that.

“There are many forms of love Mrs. Vicks.” She nodded and nervously looked him in the eye. “I loved your body. Didn’t I?” She shrugged, startling him. “What does that mean? Explain.”

“Is that what you think love is? Because..because I felt like I was-“

“I do love your body Mrs. Vicks,” Lucas protested, his jovial mood was gone. “I love to see your face while I love your body.”

Timid, she still said, “But don’t you feel that you do it for yourself and not for me? Wait, let me explain. I mean that you are doing this for your pleasure, not mine. That you come first. That’s not love that’s..it’s, uh..” she closed her eyes to think of the word.

“Narcissistic?” he offered clinically.

“Self serving.”

“Self serving?” he glared.

I know I’m selfish Mrs. Vicks but I repeatedly have been more gracious with you than any other woman.

Seeing the storm brewing, she did her best to dispel the gray thundercloud. “Lucas, I was just saying that you don’t love me. You like to use me-“ He ripped open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a length of black fabric. “Lucas,” she said calmly like one would to a hysterical child. “I did not mean to upset you. I-“

Whipfast, he had the fabric through her mouth and around her head. “No talking.” He tied it tight and dropped her head back to the bed. “Used you. Tonight I wined and dined you lady. I fucked you, kissed you and bathed you and caressed you. Held you.” Her eyes were wide with fright as his face hung inches over hers. “But I will prove that I didn’t use you Mrs. Vicks.” The smile on his lips was evil and made her eyes well up with tears. Lucas ignored them. “Once I’m done you’ll know what it’s like to be used.” He hissed, “Be thankful I don’t call my friends and invite them to use you however they wish.” He bit her lower lip, pulled and let it go. “Prepare to be used.” She screamed as he shoved three fingers into her pussy, quickly fucking her with them.

“No!” she said audibly through the gag. “Uu-kas!”

“Shut up or I’ll put a hood over your head.” He pulled out his fingers and got between her legs. He slid his semi rigid cock in and began a fuck. The goal was to come quick. He pulled on her nipples with a free hand, twisting them and then letting them snap back. She gritted through, sometimes whimpering. Eyes squeezed shut, she had her head turned away, far from him as possible. He jabbed harshly, knowing it didn’t feel good to her. “Gonna come. Hm. Now where should I go? Oh. Yes. I will use her face.” He pulled out and yanked his cock as he kneeled beside her head. “Face me Mrs. Vicks.” She refused to turn her head. Lucas straddled her chest and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to face him. A grunt was the firing gun to start the come race. The first strand went over her closed eye and onto her forehead. The right below, on her cheek. He turned her head and go the other side, covering her other cheek.

Leaning over her, he wiped the tip of his cock on her lips. “I have only started Mrs. Vicks. This is a lesson you need to learn. Not a punishment, but a lesson.” He realized he was sitting his much of his weight on her chest making it difficult to breathe, he quickly got up and looked.

Damn bruises trying to make me feel guilty. No. Not anymore.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Wearing a dark gray silk robe, he strode back into the bedroom and opened a drawer. Smirking, he held up the apparatus for her to see. “I will be kind and lube it up for you.” A bottle was opened, poured and applied. He crawled onto the bed and saw her tighten her muscles, trying to close up shop. “Keep trying Mrs. Vicks. I will use you.”

The three prong vibrator was large. The main piece was thick and nine inches long, an inch longer than him. It easily slid in despite her attempts to close the gate. He worked the narrow prong into her asshole, it took some time, but he waited for the inner ring to loosen and in it went. The last piece had a small loop on the end which he hooked around the swollen clit. Remarkably, there were three motors with different speeds. The one up her ass was set to a hard but slow shake, the one in her pussy was set so the spiralling beads inside the dildo moved at medium speed, but the one on her clit was set on high.

“I’m going to go have dessert,” he said as he left. The toy was vibrating the fight out of her. The first orgasm came quick. Lucas heard her scream as he cut a piece of the cheesecake he had made. While he ate he listened. Another orgasm, another scream. There were four and then the screams became muffled pleas for him to take it off. At first it was polite, but became desperate as the toy continued to play. After forty minutes he heard nothing. That made it worse for him. Hearing nothing. It made him mad.

He stealthily went down the hall to listen outside the door. The toy was loud but he could clearly hear her crying.

NO!

He nearly leapt through the door to peel it off but stopped.

She needs to be used. To learn the difference. That I did love her body, not used it.

Walking in as casual as he could, he avoided her face and sat by her hip. Facing her lower body, he slowly turned off each motor and then pulled it out and off. There were no sighs behind him. Nor a thank you. She was crying softer now, face smeared with his come, pressed against her upper arm.

Time to fuck again.

His cock wasn’t in the mood. Not seeing her like this. Bruised, tied up, crying and disgraced with seed all over her face.

DAMMIT!

He stormed out of the room, she had never spared him a glance. Looking at him one would never know he was furious. The silk billowed behind him as he sped toward the hutch. Digging out his next tool, he pulled down the chandelier and hung the sex basket. Handcuffs in his pocket, they bumped his thigh as he walked to the bedroom.

Without saying anything he undid her ankles and realized she wasn’t crying anymore. As he unfastened her wrists, he immediately snapped on cuffs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her lashes dewy with tears, her head and lids lowered. He pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall. When the chandelier came into view she gasped and froze but he jerked her toward it. She didn’t resist which surprised him. A number of straps were fastened near joints and bends of her body. She had her eyes closed and focused on breathing but she couldn’t stop trembling.

FUCK! Should I tell her I’m not going to hurt her? Just make her uncomfortable? Those damn bruises are fucking with me!

When he hoisted the basket up she squeaked, startled to be on spread eagle in the air. She began panting, fearful of what was next. Lucas went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of ice water. He slid the armchair underneath her and sat. The view directly in front of him was her very moist slit. His head between her legs, her shins were resting on the back of the chair. Plucking an ice cube from the glass, he made her jump when he slid it over those folds. He spread her wide and rubbed along everything, making her inhale and squirm.

So swollen. That vibrator did its job.

He took his task seriously, making sure she was never comfortable, that his moves were unpredictable. The ice cube disappeared into a puddle and he worked another. Once that had been depleted, he stood and left her hanging while he sat on the couch reading a magazine with his back to her. The straps were made for long term use- but when you’re just hanging there and not being played with you notice the cramps and pinches sooner. He saw her reflection in the window, her head was low, body slumped.

Once he finished the article he walked over and fondled her nipples purely for his enjoyment. He rubbed his face against one and sucked it. Then moved to the other and nursed on it for awhile, trying to judge her reactions. She was limp, listless. Somewhere else, lost in her head.

He lowered her and when her knees touched the floor, she fell bonelessly to her side. Disregarding her, focusing on her as if she was solely an object, he left her there and returned to the hutch. A handful of leather belts were set on the floor beside her. Unbound from one get-up she was wrapped in another. The black straps held her arms behind her back, wrapped round her ribs and upper arms, bound her thighs, knees and ankles together. A human goth caterpillar. He lifted her by the back and thigh strap, awkwardly bending her backwards. He was tempted to drop her on the floor, but he carefully set her down by the couch. Lying on the side of her face, her eyes were open but not focused on anything.

Ah. Did you snap? Did you finally realize that you’re safe and secure- but bound? And mine?

Returning to the hutch yet again, he had a bottle of lubricant which he doused generously between the cheeks of her ass. It was cold on her skin but she didn’t notice.  The robe was discarded and he straddled her thighs. Leaning forward, he rested his erection in the ditch of flesh. Arms fully extended to hold him above her, he watched her face as he used her as a slip and slide. When he glanced at his cock he couldn’t help but stare at her bruises.

Careful. Just using her, not punishment. No physical harm.

“Mmm. Where is my giftziege?” he teased unpleasantly. He lowered his head and lightly bit her jaw, she closed her eyes. “Where is my hell cat?” He bit again and she turned her face into the furry rug. “No fight?” The voice was so dark it felt like it had weight, “Good kitty. Sweet pussy. You know what you are now. You know you are mine. To use as I see fit. To use as I feel.  On whims. With intent. Whatever I want. Do not let my manners and career blind you to the truth my little giftziege. I am cold and hard. I have needs and you will fulfill them, my giftziege.”

He tore his head away and feverishly fucked those cheeks. Moving to his knees he pushed her buttocks together and watched her face as his cock burned a path on her sensitive skin.

“You are my slave. Obedient.” He groaned but held back his orgasm. “Eager. You will fear me but most of all Mrs. Vicks,” he grunted and held back, “you will crave me.” The first stream of male liquid heat hit her lower spine. He pulled away and wanked himself, spraying as much of her as he could. Cheeks, hip, thigh and lastly he pried her buttocks apart with a single hand and got a dollop on her tight little bud.

 A sigh of arrogance and satisfaction, he wiped his dick on her clean hip and then put his robe back on. He plopped onto the couch and picked up his magazine. Adjusting his legs, he set one foot on her shoulder blade and slid the other under her neck.

He began to read and she turned her head away. Trying to gauge her emotions was difficult with a gag distorting her face.

I wonder if she’ll curse at me if I take it off? I want her to do something else anyway.

Bending down, his agile fingers released her of the silk. Her lips were dry, as was her mouth. As subtle as possible she clicked her tongue trying to jumpstart her saliva glands.

She’s probably dehydrated. I should- No. I’ll wait. She won’t die. She’s fine.

Pushing his foot under her face, he ordered, “Kiss my feet, my sweet little giftziege.” The sound of her trying to moisten her mouth made Lucas second guess about waiting to hydrate her. But he waited. She lifted her head and jerked it, her hair falling to one side. To hide her face from him. They weren’t kisses, her lips were stuck to her dry teeth so she slightly bobbed her head to make the motions of kissing, her lips touching his skin.

Clever. But so am I.

 With his other foot he lifted her hair and she paused. She was about to look at him but stopped herself.

He waved the foot, “This one.” This one he placed closer to himself, she couldn’t hide, only turn. The motions were repeated until he got up and walked away to get the glass of water.

The ice had melted, but he took a drink of the cold water. Then another. The swallows were loud and meant to provoke her, she hid her face in the rug again. He kneeled beside her and got his face level with hers. “Look at me.” Her eyes were closed as she turned her head but she forced them open to look at him. He still couldn’t read her, she was blank. “When I kiss you, you take what I give you. You are not to move.” Without giving her a chance to acknowledge she understood he touched his lips to hers.

Very dry. Any longer and they will crack. But I’ll take care of that.

His tongue slid along the inside of her lower lip and then under her tongue. It was void of moisture but surged with fluid when his wet tongue ran over it. Her body slightly convulsed as she resisted the urge to swallow, her eyes squeezed shut briefly.

He pulled away, took a swig of water and pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue splashing the water into her mouth. This time she couldn’t help but pull away, bury her face and start coughing. Lucas watched silently, waiting to see what she would do. She sputtered a few times, her face now turned away since she couldn’t cover her mouth with a hand. Once settled he saw her shoulders tighten as she held her breath. She swallowed what little she had and turned  to face him. It was coated with fear.

“What did I say Mrs. Vicks?”

“Don’t move.” He smiled, for once she answered as he expected. Then she surprised him as she timidly added, “But you said that our bodies sometimes take a natural course, make noise and things.”

“Yes. But why did you pull away?”

She became confused, “I didn’t want to cough all over you.”

“Why not?”

 “Because it’s rude.” She pleaded, “You didn’t really want me to cough- uh, on you? Did you?”

“Manners. Hygiene. After all of your body parts that I’ve licked-“ She blushed and glanced away. Very cute. “You think that a healthy cough would bother me?” When she nodded he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Surprising. Very surprising.

She was still waiting for a rebuke. “You are mine to be used. I will know all of you Mrs. Vicks. I will know what you like and dislike. I know what you want. But I will fulfill my wishes first.” Enough said, he got back on the couch, one foot firmly planted on her sticky buttock, the other wiggled its toes in her hair. It felt silky between his toes, he let it spill and then pet her head with it. He picked up his magazine and made sure she heard him getting situated for long term reading. She set her face back down, resigned to being used as a footrest.

Gradually the come dried on her back, he knew it itched by the way she flexed her muscles. She gritted her teeth and suddenly wiggled. He tapped her buttock with his foot, “Still.” A silent deep breath went in and out of her.

Lucas read for another half hour and then tended the fire, he acted as if she wasn’t there. He left the room and returned with a sponge and towel and wiped her clean.  As he dried her he rubbed the red splotches a little harder than he normally would have, but he liked seeing her trying not to make noises of relief as he eased the itch.

 Again she was picked up, this time he sat her in a chair. Lucas put on another set of leather straps- this was purely for decorative purposes. It crossed her breasts, lifting her tits, squeezing the edges.

Holding up a glass of water he said, “You will drink all of it.” She quickly downed it. The next couple she had to breathe inbetween swallows, by the time he got to the fourth glass she was forcing it down, her face pinching as she shoved it into her stomach. The gag went back on, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Lying her on the tile he knew she would be thankful for radiant heating. She would be there for awhile.

He undid the straps on her legs and pried her legs apart. He slowly pushed his rigid cock into her cunt. She wasn’t really wet enough but Lucas wanted rough. He wanted to come before she got too moist. Holding himself up on his arms, he fucked her quickly. She grunted every time his body hit hers. He was staring at her eyes and glared when she was tempted to look away. Lost in those gray circles, she endured this coarse lay. Her muscles loosened so he fucked harder, wanting her to tense up, to make it tighter. It worked.

The eyelids lowered, cutting the steel circles in half but the growing turn of his lips was as frightening as a bird in a snake’s gaze.

Yes. Using you Mrs. Vicks. You’re nothing but meat. A hole, hand or tongue to please me. I need nothing else. I want nothing else.

Chanting to himself, chanting what he wanted to be the truth. He didn’t want to want anyone. He wanted them for a little while, a night, even a week but she was different. A few times he rolled over in bed at night and wished she was there. To pull her to him, have her curled into his body. But he couldn’t live like that. He knew what he was and he wasn’t one to follow emotions. Emotions change. They’re fickle.

The icy thought lodged in his head, he fucked the meat. The hot meat. He groaned loud, grimacing with anger as he came. “FUCK!” he yelled as he realized why he was angry. He wanted her to come. To see her enjoy him. He turned his head away as his back arched with each spurt of white.

DAMMIT!

He pulled out of her and stomped to the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

FUCK!

He paced crisply, arms at his sides.

I DON’T WANT THAT. I DON’T NEED IT.

He groaned and rubbed his face. “Get her tied up,” he hissed at himself. More straps, he returned to the bathroom making sure to avoid eye contact.  The straps around her breasts were removed and replaced with one that held her arms at her sides. Looking up him as he stood over her, he was a masterful sight. Muscles and grace even when he stood still. “Under any circumstance, do not move.”

After throwing on workout gear Lucas went to his garage to lift weights. To punch the bag. To beat the hell out of himself. To beat her out of him.

She is to be conquered. Not me. I am not the subject. She is mine I am not hers.

Ninety minutes later, a gasping and exhausted man went into his bathroom. Her eyes had been closed when he opened the door, but now looked at the ceiling. He saw her toes curl and hands tighten but knew she didn’t even notice. He undressed, tossing his shorts and socks at her. They landed on her arm but she didn’t budge.

She couldn’t see him as he stared at her through the glass shower door. Going through the motions of cleaning, he was waiting for his next signal. He cussed under his breath when he wiped the glass clear of steam, she heard it and became absolutely still. Turning on the cold water, he aimed the spray at the glass to keep it clear as he waited. Minutes later he saw it. Her body clenched- the axis was her abdomen. Legs squeezed together, she slightly sat up.

Off went the water and she laid flat. The towel went around his waist as he stood over her. “There is a drain in the floor near your hip.” She looked puzzled. “If you need to urinate-“ She gasped through the gag. “-you just release your bladder.” Stella stared at him, bewildered. “Do you have to go?” She nodded. “Then go.” She held completely still. Then he saw her try to relax but the concentration on her face contradicted it.

“Like this.” He peeled off his towel and tossed it onto the edge of the tub. Cock resting in hand, he began to pee on the floor beside her legs. Whimpering through her gag, she tried to roll away. A firm foot pushed her down flat and pinned her thigh. “I didn’t say you could move.”

To remind her of the lesson, he began to piss on her thighs. “You are to be used Mrs. Vicks. Mine to use as I see fit.” Her legs were squeezed together tightly, the fluid gathered into a small puddle. “See, I do not mind if you get the floor wet. So go.” Panic on her face, she tried to talk through her gag. “I didn’t say you could speak.” He swayed his hips making a wet loop on her stomach. She whipped her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. The gag kept her mouth open but she did her best to close it, making the fabric dig into her face. He stopped his stream and watched as she began to quietly cry.

Why do I feel guilty? I’ve done much worse to others. Much worse.

“Let it go Mrs. Vicks.” She cried harder and was trying to hide her face again. “Mrs. Vicks-“

Her head snapped in his direction, tears rushing down, she screamed something through the gag. Red forehead and cheeks snarled, she was angry.

What is she saying? Is she defying me?

“I said to be quiet Mrs. Vicks.” He urinated on her chest. She screamed again and writhed on the floor, trying to scoot away from him. “I said to stop.” He rolled her onto her stomach and spanked her hard. She stopped, but the crying resumed as she murmured something over and over. Unhappy about taking off her gag, he did it anyway. “What is so important that you will be subjected to punishment?”

“I can’t go,” she cried. “I have to and I tried but I can’t because..” she sobbed. Lucas rolled her back over and helped her sit up. Nose and eyes running she attempted to stop crying, “Okay. Thank you. I can try again now that I’m sitting up.” She inhaled and held her breath. Her eyes darted around the room. Nothing happened. She exhaled slowly and shook her head and shoulders, loosening her tension as best she could.

Lucas barked, “Pee.” She gasped as her body obeyed. A deeper shade of crimson crawled up her neck and into her face as she relieved herself. It was a long time before she was empty, the drain gurgling everything down. Her face was pounding with blood and he knew she was done when she slightly fidgeted. “Why couldn’t you go when you were lying down.” She bit her lip. “Answer.”

“When I was seven I spent a summer..” she attempted to wipe her eyes on her shoulder but failed. “I was disciplined by..” She cleared her throat. “Can’t.”

“Speak, Mrs. Vicks. All of it.”

“It’s not nice,” she said quietly.

“Speak.”

“Um. I spent a summer with my grandma. My stepdad’s mom while my parents..they went on vacation. I had never been away-“ She cleared her throat and quickly said, “I can’t pee lying down.”

There was pain in her past. I was beginning to think she had a perfect childhood or-

“Finish the story Mrs. Vicks. You had never been separated from..?”

“My..” Her voice was faint. “My daddy had died a year before in a car accident and my stepdad was his friend and he and my mom fell in love while they were grieving. And they left me to go on a honeymoon for the entire summer. I had never been away from my Mom. Not even a night. And now I was in..I was..” She cleared her throat, sniffed and sat up straight. Staring at the wall ahead, she said robotically, “They left me with his mother who was nice most of the time. But I started wetting the bed. I was worried that I would never see my mother again. The very first time it happened the woman wrapped the sheets around me and made me wear them all day.”

Fuck.

Lucas watched, horror growing in his belly as she spoke without emotion. “Then she put the same dirty sheets back on the bed. It happened again and I was made to kneel on pebbles in the driveway for an hour. But it happened again and again. I was deprived of food and drink one day but it still happened. The next day I was made to sit on the toilet for half the day. I could not walk because my legs were numb. I fell onto the floor and split my forehead on the sink.”

The small scar on her forehead.

Lucas turned her head and pushed her hair back. “This?” He ran a finger over it.

“Yes,” she said blankly, her eyes unfocused.

“Did you stop?”

“No. The last discipline she made me stay lying down in the wet bed. I stayed there for two days and two nights. She..” Still holding her face in his hands he watched as her eyes filled with tears. It was like seeing a mannequin cry. She didn’t move. “She would come in and..”

His hold on her softened, he forgot about his petty frustration. “Stella? Have you ever told anyone?”

“My mom.”

“What did she do.”

“She thought I was lying so she wouldn’t leave me again.”

Oh god.

Pressing his lips against the side of her face, he quietly asked, “There’s more. Isn’t there?” She nodded. “Tell me.”

“She made me drink a glass of water. It felt like every hour but I don’t know. And since I couldn’t leave..and since I..”

“Come on my giftziege,” he whispered into her hair as he kissed her scalp repeatedly. “Tell me.” When she curled to be closer to him he gripped her tightly, pulling her even closer. “Tell me Stella.”

The words were faint, “I would wet the bed. And when she saw that I wet the bed..” her voice cracked and nearly disappeared, “she spanked my vagina with a switch from a blackberry bush.”

Clinging tighter, Lucas gasped, “Those have thorns.”

“Yes. I was spanked seven times. Four swats each time.”

He was infuriated. He wanted to know who the old woman was and torture her. He knew how. He knew pain. His body was trembling with rage, “What happened after that?”

A frightening smile curled her mouth. “I didn’t wet the bed. For six hours I did not wet the bed and she let me go. I could hardly walk. So many punctures between-“

“Stella,” he groaned and pulled her legs closer.

“I’m all right. After that I would sneak out and sleep in the tub every night in case I peed again. But I didn’t.” He pulled her to his lap, cradling her. His hand on the back of her head, holding her face against his neck, rocking her. He kissed her forehead over and over, as if he could rid her mind of the memory. “I’m all right. I just had a hard time trying to pee lying down…” She was sobering, coming out of the haze of dark secrets.

Sensing this, Lucas pulled her to her feet and quickly removed the straps. He guided her to the shower where he gently washed her. Wanting to erase the story from his head, hers. He was kneeling, washing her shins when she ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up to see her faintly smiling at him.

“I will be what you want,” she said.

He stood and slipped his arms around her waist. “I will be what you need.” The look on her face was easy to read this time. Lucas kissed her deeply until he felt her rub herself on him.

Both of them dripping wet, he walked her to the kitchen and fed her a bite of the cheesecake. The air was cold on their skin. A content look on her, she started to speak but snapped her mouth shut.

“You may speak tonight.”

“That is delicious. Can I get the recipe?” Lucas laughed and nodded. She touched his hand holding the fork. “May I have another bite?”

“In bed.”

“Eating in bed?” she giggled. They dashed down the hall and cuddled under the fluffy down comforter. Propping himself on his elbow he fed her bite after bite. He loved seeing her eat, to feed her. Seeing her react as she savored it. “Oh my goodness that is delicious.” He handed her a bottle of water and she drank several swallows. She covered her mouth and turned her head as a small burp escaped. “Excuse me.”

There was a little left on the plate. Lucas smeared it on her breast and put the plate on the nightstand. As he started to bend over her, her fingers went into his hair, riding along as his head ventured to her chest. He sucked the thick of her breast. Licked it- so close to the eager nipple.  He pulled as much of her fleshy tit in his mouth as he could, his teeth making a dotted oval on her skin.

When he lifted his face to look at her, she was in sensual fog. She watched her fingers slide from his hair, over his jaw and to his chin. Her thumb swished over his cheek, she stared at his mouth.

I know your need. I can feel it.

Lucas kissed her and she inhaled deeply as her body tried to curl around him. A desire burned through him. He wanted to please her. To watch her lose control, to come hard and screaming.

Mounting her in the very vanilla missionary position, he kept kissing while she expected him to press his way inside. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide as she fluttered her tongue into his mouth. Lucas got a handful of hair and pulled her head backwards to kiss her neck. She was panting and lifting her hips, wanting him. He bit her neck and sucked, giving her a faint mark and then sucked and bit his way down her body.

Holding her thighs, he pushed them further apart, as far as they could go. It spread her lips enough to expose that tender bump, he licked her entire slit. Every crease, bend and flap was licked and sucked.

Stella was moaning, her body quaking as he brought her to the brink of coming over and over. Two wet fingers slid inside her and massaged her gspot, preparing her for what was next. The slight burn on her urethra made her  whimper over that peculiar mix of pleasure and pain. He attacked her clit, her cries getting loud and louder by the second, her hips rising with the pitch.

She held crumpled sheets in one hand and his hair in the other. Lucas loved her tugs on his follicles. She was pulling hard, unaware of anything but his touches. The pain made his cock harder.

Suddenly she bucked, her breath catching in her throat. “Luc-“ she was going to ask permission.

“Come.”

Her orgasm was hard, curling her to sit upright and yank his hair even harder. He groaned and bit her inner thigh. Then she fell backwards, her tits rising and falling fast as she caught her breath.

“Oh!” she yelped as she let go of the cruel grip on his hair. Covering her mouth, she sat up, “Oh! Lucas!” She tentatively touched his scalp. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to pull your hair! I don’t know what came over-“

“I do,” he said grinning as he chased her back down. She was nervous as she fell back. He slipped his dick inside her before she realized it.

“OH!” She squealed with surprise. Lucas chuckled, she shyly smiled. “I wasn’t ready.”

“I know,” he dropped his head to kiss her surprised face. It was easy to kiss because his thrusts were shallow and slow. He was only fucking her with the first three inches of his dick. Pausing the kiss but keeping his lips close he said softly, “Pull your knees toward your shoulders.” She did it quickly. He smiled and said into her mouth, “Good, my sweet little pussy.” The kiss was restarted, he adjusted his hips a little and knew he hit the target when she whimpered. Again he barely broke away, his eyes closed, his breath deep and quick, he said firmly, “It may feel a little sore but relax and focus on my cock.” The tiny nod he felt made him chuckle once and he went right back to the kiss. He couldn’t believe he went for another, how feverishly he wanted it.

“Mmmm!” she urgently mumbled into his mouth.

“It will change.” Quieting her with his tongue, he was impressed with her kiss. She had been withholding some talent.

Fuck she feels good.

Neither of them was getting enough air, he lifted his head and they gasped as if coming to the water’s surface.

“Oooh!” She moaned and held his face in her hands. Her brows pulled together.

“You trust me.” She nodded, her eyes on his. “It’s not sore anymore, is it?”

She shook her head and he slid his entire cock in her. “Iiiiiiiii-“ her back arched hard, pushing her legs apart further. Lucas licked her nipple as he continued to fuck her deep. She tried to say something again, “Iiiiiii-“ then she screamed. Lucas moved to his knees and lifted her ass off the bed. Holding her buttocks he jabbed shallowly again, hitting the gland. Clutching her knees she’d squeeze her eyes shut and groan when he slide his whole cock in. When he resumed the shallow, she’d stare at him, wide eyed and waiting.

“Would you like to come?” She nodded repeatedly. “Not yet.” She groaned and gritted her teeth. Already at the threshold, Lucas started to come. Still fucking just deep enough to prod her, after the third spray he gasped, “Come.”

She panted loudly a few times and then screamed. Her legs broke free and were instantly parallel with the bed. Her feet hit the mattress, Lucas quickly shoved himself all the way in before she could throw him off. Hips flew upwards at him as he continued to fuck- buried deep, he only pulled out a couple inches before he thrust back in. She screamed and he felt it, a handful of fluid spilled over his balls.

She sat up, fully aware with the knowledge that he did know her needs. Her hands reached for his face, “Oh Lucas,” she cried and kissed him shakily on the mouth. She hugged his head and whispered, “Thank you.” Her voice was thick with emotion. “Oh thank you Lucas. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The feeling of warmth radiated from the center of him, heating his skin and making his heart rush hot blood through his veins. Still buried inside her, he rolled them onto their sides. She was hugging him tightly but looked at him. Large tears rolled over her nose and temple. He kissed them away and then found her mouth hungry for his. Hands stroked skin as they kissed and sighed.

After awhile her skin cooled. Not wanting to pull out of her, he reached down carefully and pulled up the comforter. A couple goodnight kisses and then they were quiet. He stroked her back and reveled in her presence. She was finally spending the night again.

“Lucas?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to stay in me? Or should I go clean up?”

“I’m staying, until you need to sleep in another position, or I do.”

“Okay,” she said and snuggled closer. “I’ve always wanted to do this but I..but I go clean up.” He could sense a confession. “Because John doesn’t like me to leak in bed.”

“I am not John.”

Pressing the side of her face to his chest she said quietly, “No. You’re not.” Her hand slipped under his arm and over his waist. “Thank goodness.”

It was all he needed to hear. But she added something.

“Thank you Lucas. For..for choosing me.”

Another surge of scorching blood flew through his veins. He kissed her crown and held her closer. They fell asleep, neither moved for hours. But she eventually had to use the bathroom and cleaned up. Lucas pretended to sleep and in the dark he watched through slightly open eyes as she stood beside the bed looking at him.

So beautiful, smiling at me. Hurry to bed my giftziege.

She got on her stomach and scooted toward him. He raised his arm, giving up his ruse. Under the arm she went, sighing as it laid over her back and up her ribs. His upper leg slid over hers.

Beyond content for once, Lucas kissed her shoulder and happily fell asleep.

To be continued…

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