Sunday, November 17, 2013

Captive in the Storm part 4

Captive in the storm
by Edward A. Stanbridge

Here's part 4 of Allison an Christopher's story. Please share it if you enjoy it and leave a comment.

Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this short story are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead) is unintentional. The following post contains explicit sexual situations and is not intended for a public under 18 years of age. 
The next morning, I was awoken by the sweet sensation of a man’s hands and mouth over my body. Humm! Definitely something I could get used to. This state of half-sleep giving way to growing arousal was so delightful, I didn’t want to open my eyes, afraid that I would wake up to realize that I was alone in my City apartment and that all that fantasy had been just a dream.
The luxury Egyptian cotton sheets were softly caressing my naked skin and the heat of Christopher’s body over mine was a precious reminder that I had given myself to the man I loved only a few hours before. Flash memories of the dungeon came to mind and my heartbeat immediately spiked. All the sensations, the emotions, the unbelievable pleasure and pain were imprinted in my flesh and in my soul for as long as I would live.
Lying on my back, I felt Christopher kiss his way down, his hands skimming my curves and his overnight stubbles causing a gentle prickling along the way. My skin was still very sensitive from the previous night; every sensation was amplified tenfold. I couldn’t repress a moan when I felt his warm breath on my breast. His soft lips brushed over one of my nipples, teasing it as it grew harder under his touch. He took it in his mouth with a very gentle suckling and the flickering of his tongue over the sensitive peak sent waves of pleasure directly to my lower abdomen. Is there a limit to the number of orgasms a woman can have in less than twenty-four hours?
As his mouth moved to give my other breast the same delicious treatment, my breathing accelerated and my hips started to move on their own accord. My hands found his smooth sexy hair and I ran my fingers through its silkiness. I smiled to myself when I realized that Chris was fully hidden under the duvet. Opening my eyes, I took into the crisp white of the bedding and the darkness of the antique carved wood four posters bed. The room was illuminated by the bright morning sun coming in through the arched windows. The snow storm was over, but I had never been gladder for this country’s crappy weather. I didn’t protest when he resumed his kissing down, but his leisurely pace was killing me.
I felt his lips curl up into a smile against the skin of my belly, but he kept going down. He plunged his tongue in my navel and I couldn’t repress a giggle. His hands took a firm grip on my hips to hold them in place and keep me from squirming under his delicious assault. I was already panting and my head was about to start spinning. As he was approaching his destination, his kisses became wetter and more insistent. My legs were spread wide under him and the aching need between them was burning me like fire.
“Oh! God,” I moaned when he licked me from back to front and I heard his appreciative growl. My fingers grabbed his hair tighter, urging him to continue. His tongue parted my silken fold, going deeper.
“Yes, oh, shit!”
I felt him circling around my opening, plunging his tongue inside me. My muscles clenched at the sensation. This was so intimate and so carnal at the same time. This man I wanted so much was thrusting his tongue inside me, slowly, as if he was savoring a delicacy. I was about to lose my mind.
He started lapping his way up until he got near his next target. He circled around it, increasingly closer and his tongue flickered over it. I groaned and tried to move my hips to meet his mouth, but he was keeping me firmly in place, so I enhanced my pressure on his head and my grip on his hair. His mouth grew more ravenous in response. His tongue was stroking hungrily, as if he was kissing me passionately, there. Oh my God! It’s been so long since someone has done this right! It was as if all the energy of my body was trapped in that tiny knot at the apex of my thighs. I was out of breath and if there was anyone in the house, no matter how far from the master bedroom, they could certainly hear my groaning. My orgasm was building fast and strong, helped by the pleasure sounds I could hear coming from him. So hot when a man really enjoys himself down there. Oh Dear! My legs were shaking, I could feel my blood pulsing under his tongue and I was panting hard. I was just one big ball of sexual energy ready to explode and my assailant was not showing any sign of fatigue. I knew he was not going to let me down till the end and the thought was even more arousing. So close... So much pleasure... There was nothing else but his mouth sucking on my clit and his tongue stroking over it relentlessly.
“Oh God! Chris,” I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me and my back arched uncontrollably. Despite my quaking, he didn’t let me go. His tongue kept its assault on my palpitating flesh and he filled me with two, three fingers, I don’t know. My pleasure went on and on, giving way to another, even stronger orgasm. Tears were rolling down my face as I was yelling almost hysterically under his expert mouth.
“Fuck me,” I screamed with all the energy I had left.
He released me just long enough to come from under the sheets and position his body over my still quivering one. He trapped my legs under his, resting his knees outside of mine and his feet inside my legs. Taking both my hands in one of his, he held them over my head so I was unable to move. Not that I had any energy left to do so, anyway. He entered me unceremoniously, stretching me completely and started to move in my soaked flesh, his magnificent body undulating over me in the most sensual and feral way. My muscles were still clenching around him.
“Damn you feel good. Gonna make you come so much you’ll never wanna leave,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
“Oh God, yes,” I sobbed. I wanted that forever, him inside me, pleasing me, loving me. I wanted to be his in every way.
“Stay with me, Ally.” He picked up the pace, thrusting into me hard and fast.
I thought my body could not take any more pleasure, but it was reacting to his words as much as his touch. Just for now I want to believe it, so much.
“Come with me, Baby!”
As if on cue, my body gave up all resistance and my whole world exploded into a million pieces under him as he shuddered with pleasure and a growl, low in his throat reverberated through my chest.
He released my hands and collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his breathing harsh. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, stroking his back and his damp hair. His weight and the heat of his body on mine adding to my bliss. I wanted to hold him in my arms for as long as I could before my dream came to a crashing end. I could still feel him hard inside me and I wanted to hold on to that connection with him. I inhaled his heavenly smell of hot sex and powerful male as if to commit it to memory. I needed him more than the air I was breathing, knowing for a fact that I would never be able to get enough of him, no matter how much time we had together. No amount of chocolate will help me get through it this time, I’m gonna cry myself to sleep for the rest of my miserable life!
Suddenly, we heard a noise coming from downstairs. Christopher lifted up his head and I stopped breathing.
“Chris, are you here, I saw your car in front of the door,” a feminine voice shouted from the main room. “Are you upstairs?”
“Shit!” He bolted out of the bed, and out of me, as if someone had screamed – Fire!
I watched with amusement as he jumped awkwardly into his old jeans.
“Gotta take care of this, give me a few minutes. You can take a shower if you want. I’ll be right back.”
I knew it was probably one of his numerous conquests who had come here to request more attention than he was willing to give her. I didn’t want to hear their talk. I didn’t even want to acknowledge her presence. That night had been the best night of my life and even though it was just an illusion, I wanted to keep the memory intact. As if he had heard my thought, Christopher shut the door on his way out, effectively silencing every noise that could come from the rest of the castle.
I rolled over and hugged his pillow against my naked chest for a minute, inhaling his fragrance, probably for the last time. I would never have thought when I had woken up Saturday morning that I would end up in Christopher Harrington’s dungeon, gagged and blindfolded, tied down on a torture table, and that it would be the most mind-blowing sex memory of my entire life. I sighed. Time to get back to reality...
I got out of bed and let my eyes wander around the vast master bedroom. It was surprisingly plain compared to the rest of the castle, no artwork or colors other than the stone walls and dark wood floors. Beside a chest at the foot of it, the majestic bed was the sole furniture in the middle of the space. The thought that it was probably not Christopher’s bedroom, but just another fuck room left a bitter taste in my mouth. What were you expecting, really?
I was glad to see that my clothes had been brought upstairs, carefully folded and placed over the chest along with my purse and portfolio, saving me the walk of shame back to the dungeon to retrieve them in front of what was probably Miss Saturday Night. Realizing that I had not even once thought about checking my iPhone since I had entered the castle, I opened my purse to take out what I considered as my second brain. I had 36 emails, most of them from my project managers and directors, keeping me informed. I also had two work-related text messages from Noah, my assistant, one missed call from my friend Ursula who had certainly called me for a girl’s night out and a voice message from my mother. Crap! I had to feed her cat! Awww, poor Snowflake, I’m so sorry!
My mother and Aaron had fled to Ibiza for the weekend to take some rest before their upcoming wedding, two weekends ahead. She was probably just calling to remind me to feed Snowflake, knowing that I would most likely forget. Wise woman!
“Hello, Sweetheart, it’s me. – Sigh. – I really want to talk to you... about Aaron and that whole wedding thing. – sigh – I really don’t know if I can do it...  Please call me back, okay.”
No! No! No! Not again! I’m not gonna let you ruin your chance at happiness with one of the most wonderful man in this world just because you can’t make up your damn mind and you keep living in a fucking fantasy! I hit the call button. Last year, my mother had left the poor man at the altar when she had gotten cold feet about marrying her long-time companion, a  man who was so completely devoted to her that it was almost pathetic to witness. I knew that, even after all those years, she was still secretly longing for that dirty rotten piece of crap who was no more to me than a sperm donor, hoping that by some miracle, he would see the light and leave his wife for her.  I had seen her my whole life, never being able to move on after she had given her heart to a man who had not only dumped her for another woman and denied his own flesh and blood, but had also managed to make both their lives miserable for many years after that. I sighed in relief when the call went to voice mail, reassured that she had gotten her senses back together and that she had boarded Aaron’s private jet as planned. I could not go over that psychodrama again, not now.
I started walking to the bathroom. Oh dear! I’m so sore; I’ll have trouble walking for a few days... I took a deep steadying breath. Like two years before, the soreness would go and the sensation of his skin on mine would slowly vanish, except when I would occasionally bring a man to my bed. It would not feel as good, of course, but it would change my mind and help calm my hunger for an impossible castle in Spain for a few days. I snorted at the irony of the whole situation. Yeah, right, look who is passing judgment!
The palatial en-suite bathroom was every spa aficionado’s wet dream. The polished travertine floor was a perfect match with the cream stone of the walls and the dark carved wood double vanity was a baroque masterpiece with its curved legs and marble countertop.  The remains of the candles used the previous night were still there as were the red rose petals spread across the floor. I felt a lump in my throat when I recalled how tender and loving Christopher had been after our scene in the dungeon. The way he had massaged me and then carried me upstairs to the most romantic setting, it was almost as if we had become more. My breath caught at the sight of the freestanding soaker tub where a few hours before, I had been sitting between his powerful legs, chin deep in warm, luxuriously scented water, resting against his broad chest while he washed every part of my body as if I had been the most precious work of art he had ever laid is hands on. Guess it was just part of his dominant’s duty towards a sub, nothing more.
Approaching the vanity, I got a better look at myself in the antique silver framed mirror. Whoa! Holy Shit!! My alabaster skin was covered with red streaks. No wonder it feels so sensitive. Even my nipples looked a darker shade than usual. However, I felt all warm inside when I noticed small circular marks on my hips and recalled how hard Christopher had been gripping me the night before. Hummm!
The shower was large enough to accommodate half a regiment and displayed a whole assortment of body products, Crabtree and Evelyn Avocado, Olive and Basil. What’s that, salad dressing? Guess that will have to do. I decided to forgo the use of the multiple body jets given the angry color of my skin, but took full advantage of both rain shower heads.  As I poured shower gel in my hand, my nostrils were caressed by a heavenly smell. Hummm, forget the salad, this thing smells good! Relaxing under the warm water in the foggy glass enclosed space, I tried not to think too much about how Christopher had helped me out of the bath the previous night, wrapped me in a plush towel and dried me before he had taken me to bed and spooned with me all night, naked. We had barely exchanged a word or two, but I had felt him so close to me, it was melting my heart every time I was thinking about it.
When I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in the black silk kimono, Christopher was nowhere to be seen. I was hoping that Miss Saturday Night would be gone before I had finished my ablutions. I realized that Chris was probably in the kitchen, fixing us some breakfast, so I decided to join him. As I reached the mezzanine, I heard voices coming from downstairs. I padded to the corner of the wall and looked down to the main room. Christopher was standing on the central Persian rug, a stunning dark haired creature kneeling in front of him, her arms clasped around his waist. Shit!
There it was before my eyes, my inevitable fate. In one hour, one day, one week maybe, I would be that girl breaking down in tears and begging when he would tell me that he has found a new exciting puppet to play with and that my services are no longer required. No way will I ever give him that satisfaction! I’ll never let myself become one of them.
I rushed to the bedroom, swallowing back my tears and got dressed, except for my panties; they were too much of a mess, so I decided to leave them for him to put in his collection. No doubt that he has one. I was fastening the last button of my shirt when he came through the door with a wide smile on his face. God, he was handsome, shirtless and barefoot in his old ripened jeans. Everything female inside me came to attention. No wonder he made them all weep. I felt like weeping as well. Fuck no! As soon as he saw me fully clothed, his smile faded and his brows knitted together. I braced myself for the confrontation.
“Where do you think you’re going,” he asked coldly.
“I’m leaving, Chris, you obviously have other stuff you have to take care of.”
“What? No!” In three steps, he was in front of me. “Ally, it’s just a girl I saw a couple of times, it has nothing to do with you and me,” he said softly.
He raised his hand to touch my face, but I took a step back. I vowed my voice not to break.
“I don’t care about her. It’s Sunday, I have things to do. I can’t stay here and play that game with you,” I managed to say as sternly as I could.
“What game? What are you talking about?”
I glared at him. “Being this week-end’s sex toy!”
“Jesus Ally, stop that bullshit,” he hissed.
“Look who’s calling bullshit.”
“I never promised any of these girls anything! Is it my fault if they all turn out inventing a fucking fairytale that I told them will never happen in the first place?”
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Fair enough, I won’t bother you any longer.”
I bolted to the door, but he seized both my shoulders in a firm grip. I tried to shrug out of it, shooting him my fiercest glare.
“Let. me. go.”
“Fuck you,” I shouted about three inches from his face. “What’s your fucking problem with me leaving? I’m just making things easier for you. Or is it that it pisses you off because it’s supposed to be the other way around? Hell will freeze before I let you humiliate me!”
A muscle twitched on his jaw and a dangerous gleam twinkled in his eyes. I could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.
“You really wanna know why I never got serious with anyone?”
“I’m dying to know.”
“Cause I’m in love with you and you will not leave this place until you admit that you’re in love with me.”
I busted into a nervous, borderline hysterical, laughter.
“Oh, please, that’s ridiculous!”
“I’m dead serious.”
“There’s really nothing you wouldn’t do to win an argument, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck, Ally, look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me. Tell me that when we make love, you don’t feel like you’ve found the other half of your soul. Tell me and I’ll let you go.” His voice trailed into a whisper on the last words.
I stared at him, trying so damn hard to summon the strength to tell him what he had just asked and kill that hogwash before it was too late and I had lost all dignity, but my heart was ripped open by what he had just said. He knew he was right and with that realization, I couldn’t sustain his gaze anymore.
“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered.
“What doesn’t matter? That you love me? Because I sure as hell love you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I raised my chin to look at him with renewed energy. “A couple of orgasms in a row, a good blow job and suddenly you’re in love,” I said petulantly.
“I’ve been in love with you since college!”
“Yeah, right!”
“Stop it,” he warned. “I’m tired of that denial bullshit.”
“If you were that much in love with me, why is the first time that I ever hear about it?”
“I tell you all the time, but you’re so busy building that fortress around yourself that you always react as if I was talking about the weather in another country. The only time you let your guard down in when we have sex. And don’t tell me that you give yourself so completely to everyone you have sex with because I won’t believe you.”
“Love takes much more than a great physical connection.”
“You’re mine body and soul, Ally, stop fighting it.”
I knew with every fiber of my being that he was right.
“Where does that leave me? You want me to be your pet for a while? You want me to kneel beside your bed and wait for you to fuck me whenever you please, is that it?”
“No,” he shouted, running both hands through his hair. “I fucking wanna marry you!”
My heart stopped. I looked at him, incredulously, for what seemed to be half a century. Had he really said what I thought he had just said?
“You never said that you loved me,” I whispered, lowering my head to avoid his stare.
He took my shoulder forcefully, as if to shake some sense into me.
“I tell you every fucking time we talk on the phone. I’ve told you a million times that you were the woman of my life. I’ve told you that I wanted us to live here together, what else do you want? You want me to go down on my knees and beg, because I’ll do it, Ally, if that’s what it takes.”
I had barely heard the last sentence. I was trying to process what he had just said. Have I been that blind? Ever since college, he had told me from time to time that I was the only one he wanted, that all the other women didn’t matter because he was waiting for me, but I had always assumed it was some kind of pleasantry he was making because I kept turning down his flirting attempts. I had never in a million years thought he was serious. Oh, shit! I had always been convinced that when he was saying – Luv ya at the end of every phone conversation, he was doing the same with all his lady friends. Was he really serious about that?
“You always made it sound like a joke,” I said, perplex.
He sighed, relaxing his grip and running his hands up and down my arms.
“I know you don’t think so, but I also have a heart and you broke it.”
 “I’m sorry.” My voice was barely audible. “But when I’ve told you that we had to stop, you’d seemed okay with it.”
“I was a great deal less than okay, for Christ’s sake! I’ve been hiding here, licking my wounds for the last two years. I couldn’t go back to the office, but I couldn’t let go completely either. I feel like I’m stuck in limbo and I can’t take it anymore, Ally, so either you’re in it with me or I’m going away. I’ll sell you my shares, I’ve already discussed it with our lawyers, I won’t cause you any trouble, but this has to end.”
“Clearly, you were so crippled with pain that you had to build a fucking dungeon with a revolving door on it,” I hissed.
“What was I supposed to do, become a fucking monk? Don’t you see that I’ve built this whole place thinking of you? The kitchen is huge cause you love to cook, the library has every book you ever talked about. As for the dungeon, well, you’re right. I need to exert control over women because the only one I ever wanted is denying me everything even though I know that she’s in love with me. You’re so afraid to get hurt that you don’t even want to give yourself a chance to be happy. I’m not gonna let you down. I’m not your father, Ally.”
I felt so cheap all of a sudden, so selfish. I had been so busy protecting myself from him that I had ended up hurting us both in the process. Tears were clouding my eyes and cascading along my cheeks, but I could still see the pain I had caused him. He was not playing a game; he had genuine feelings for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I threw myself at his neck and kissed him with everything I had, no longer afraid.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed.
His resulting kiss was devastating, as if he had been starving for it for years. In some ways he had, I guess. One of his hands fisted at my nape while the other pressed me so hard to his chest that my ribs almost cracked. His mouth ravaged mine, our teeth clashed; his tongue was so demanding I lost my breath. It was desperate and it was beautiful, the need we had for each other was finally allowed to break free. No more hiding, no more pretending, I was his and he was mine. Christopher Harrington was in love with me. Oh God!
From urgent and distressed, our kiss became heated and carnal. I wanted to touch, kiss and cherish every inch of that splendid body to reach the soul inhabiting it. His skin was so soft under my palms, enhancing the contrast with the steel muscles underneath. My palms ran over his well defined torso, up to his shoulders and in his hair.
“I love you so much,” I whispered against his ear.
“I’d do anything for you, Ally. Just give me a chance.”
“I will... I mean I am!”
His hands were all over me, his mouth consuming me. In no time, my silk blouse was joined on the floor by my skirt and the cups of my bra were under my breasts, pushing them up to his avid palms.
“Keep that sexy underwear on, and don’t take off the heels. I want to fuck you in those heels again,” he growled.
I took a step back to admire my man and had to bite my lower lip to silence a whimper. His hard length was peeking over the waistband of his jeans by several inches, the think head glistening with his arousal. That’s so freaking hot! I couldn’t help but closing my fingers around the firm head and rub my thumb over it, spreading the clear liquid.
                “It’s yours, Baby. Take me as you want me,” he said with so much heat, I almost combusted on the spot.
I hurriedly undid the top three buttons of his jeans and yanked them down his legs, leaving him gloriously naked and proudly standing at attention, the most beautiful sight a woman can ever have. Every muscle in my abdomen clenched in anticipation.
                “On the bed,” I ordered. “I want to ride you for a while.”
                “Yes, Ma’am,” he chuckled. The wide smile on his face was breathtaking and at this moment, I got a glimpse of what our life together could be, happy, loving and sexy as hell.
                He sat on the mattress and reared back to the center of the bed with the grace of a panther, his heated blue eyes never leaving mine. He fisted himself and slowly stroked his impressive length looking at me with a mix of pure lust and something I had never noticed before, love. Damn! Hottest thing I’ve ever seen!
                “You’re so sexy like that,” he said with the most feral tone.
I climbed on the bed and moved toward him on all fours, licking my lips as I crawled over his long muscular legs, hypnotized by his penetrating gaze. He was right; I had never felt sexier in my entire life. My breath was short and I was so wet, I could feel it drip along my thighs as I was moving to him.
“You do that, sometimes, thinking about me?” I barely recognized my own voice, laced with that of a sex vixen, leaving me almost shocked at my own boldness.
“Oh, Baby, you have no idea,” he breathed.
I tingled all over at the thought of Christopher pleasuring himself while thinking about me. If only he knew how many times I had done so myself. So many orgasms we could have shared. I straddled him and sat on his powerful thighs, inches from his throbbing erection. He encircled me with one strong arm and the heat of his body made me feel all weak. My breath caught as his knuckles brushed over my sensitive flesh while his hand came down his shaft. He lifted me in the kneeling position and spread my wetness with the huge head of his hard length. I moaned both from the feeling and the anticipation of what was about to happen. I was so hungry for him; I couldn’t take it anymore, so I lowered myself on him, feeling every inch stretch me to my limit.
“Oh, God you feel good.” I moaned.
“You’re so tight around me. I’ll never get enough of you.” His other hand cupped my naked breast and gently rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me even wetter as I slowly started to move on him.
“I certainly hope so; you’re stuck with me for a while,” I panted.
“You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, Ally.”
His lips found mine and soon our tongues were dancing around one another at the same tempo as our bodies were moving against each other. I took his lower lip between my teeth as he sneaked one hand between us and his thumb started to draw circles over my clit. His passionate groan was like a powerful blow over my internal embers. The pleasure was building inside me hot and potent, inescapable. He was meeting me thrust for thrust, his moves amplifying my own, the blue flame in his eyes burning onto mine, our heavy breaths filling the air in unison. The little voice at the back of mind that was always telling me it was impossible was finally silenced. I could allow myself to love Christopher Harrington as I had always dreamed of, at last. The thought alone was enough to push me over the edge.
The look on his face was one of torturous delight. He was there with me, connected as if our bodies and souls were wired together. Our hard panting became pleasure cries and as my body clenched around his, I could feel the hot liquid pouring inside of me, adding another layer to our shared ecstasy. He engulfed me in his arms, our wet skins gliding easily.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he panted in my ear. “Don’t stop, I want to see that face again.” Oh God!
My whole body jerked at the sound of his low carnal voice and the promise within his words. I was still riding the wave of my orgasm and he already wanted more. I had almost forgotten his capacity to remain hard as steel and go at it again immediately after. I’m one helluva lucky bitch!
In one swift move, he was over me and I was placated to the mattress, my legs wrapped around his waist, my nails digging into his fantastic ass, moaning my pleasure as he was moving inside me with renewed energy. His mouth was tracing fire patterns on my throat, his teeth grating the skin and softly biting. My body was instinctively moving to meet his, urging him to take more.
“You want me as bad as I want you,” he growled. That was not even a question.
Kneeling between my legs, he un-wrapped them from around his waist and rested my Louboutin clad feet on his strong shoulders, caressing the sheer silk of my stockings along the way. He lowered himself over me again till every thrust was sending an electric current through my whole body. He bucked his hips forward and I cried out as pleasure radiated through me.
“Oh, shit, yes! That’s so good!”
He did that repeatedly, letting the wave submerge my body then retreat, bringing me closer and closer every time.
“Please, Chris, more!”
“Patience, Baby. I could do that all day.” The knowing smirk on his face was one more proof that he was perfectly aware of his capacity to do so. Mmmmm!
He increased the pace and I couldn’t hold back my screams as his repeated pondering was knocking the air out of my lungs. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and focused. His whole body tensed, but in perfect control. My heart was ready to explode with all the love I was feeling for this man and so was my body from all the pleasure he was giving me. He slammed into me faster, harder until I lost all sense of reality and my orgasm exploded through me. My convulsing body jolted uncontrollably under him as he was keeping the exhausting tempo; holding my body hostage under his, and forcing me to take all he wanted to give me. I was out of breath, out of voice, trapped in an endless ecstasy.
His grunting became louder and with one final slam, he let go a harsh rasping animal cry and convulsed on me as I was hungrily taking every drop he had left. Taking my legs down, he lowered himself and rested his forehead against mine, trying to catch his breath. His damp hair fell all over my flushed face, but I couldn’t care less.
“I love you so much,” he said, bringing tears to my eyes.
I fisted my hands in his hair and kissed him passionately. “I love you more.”
He let himself fall at my side and took me in his arms until my body stopped shaking and my shattered breath calmed down.
To be continued...

Monday, October 14, 2013

Captive in the storm part 3

Captive in the storm
by Edward A. Stanbridge

Here's part 3 of Allison an Christopher's story. Please share it if you enjoy it and leave a comment.

Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this short story are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead) is unintentional. The following post contains explicit sexual situations and is not intended for a public under 18 years of age. 


Christopher led me down a corridor that was only lighted by small DEL insertions in the floor. The angle by which their dim light was catching the stone walls really made the texture stand out. We stopped in front of a wooden door similar to all the other ones in the castle and, producing an ancient-looking key from his pocket, he unlocked it. As he opened the door, he flipped a switch and a diffuse light appeared, showing the contour of a circular stone staircase. Oh crap! We’re going down. My heartbeat dramatically spiked as my memory brought back images of torture chambers I had seen in movies. What if he went crazy in the last two years and turned into Bluebeard?  Nobody knows I’m here... Shit!

I had known for a long time that Christopher was into way kinkier sexual practices than what I had ever experienced. My sex life had always been more on the vanilla side. Sure, I had tried some light bondage and a bit of spanking with one or two former lovers, never with someone who really knew what he was doing, however. I had always wondered what all the fuss was about. Isn’t touching and looking at each other a big part of the fun? Ever since I, like every other woman on the planet, had read Fifty Shades of Grey and too many copycats, I was more intrigued about the dark side of sex than I had ever been. I wanted to try it, but I had never believed that I could one day have Mr HotSex himself do me the honors. During the short period of our affair, Christopher and I had not done anything like that. Our relationship had been so passionate that we had never gotten to the point where we needed to spice things up even more between us. We just couldn’t get off of each other. I think that during the three weeks we’d had together, he’d spent more time inside me than outside. That memory alone was doing things to me that I could not explain.

I knew of his predilection because we had talked about it during some drunken party discussion several years ago and that had fueled my fantasies about him to a point of near obsession. I couldn’t help but picturing him with a cane or a whip, making me obey his every whim. Normally, I would fight for control with him in every other aspect of our life. That’s the way we’d been with each other since the beginning. I loved the energy between us when we went into an argument; it was one of the most arousing things ever. I could see the passion burning into his beautiful eyes, his whole body tensed and ready to pounce. In my dreams, he was becoming so turned on from the fight that he threw me against the wall and fucked me senseless. I had no idea if it even made sense, but I wanted him to lose control over himself and take control of me at the same time. I had always dreamed about giving myself to him entirely and see how far he could get me.

I’d had many lovers and met my fair share of assholes. I’d had a few significant relationships with some great guys too, but something had always been missing. In the end, despite their merits, they were just not Him. I’d kicked myself repeatedly for letting a fantasy destroy my chance at a real relationship, but I preferred to be alone than settle for less than what I felt for this one man who had turned my world upside down with only one look in my eyes, twelve years ago.

Christopher had not said a word since we had left the main room and I was growing more and more anxious. He was holding my hand in a firm grip as we began our descent. I realized that alcohol and apprehension were making me vacillate a bit on my skyscraper heels and the uneven surface of the stairs was not helping my stability. I would normally have asked questions and confronted him on his change of attitude, but at that moment, not a single sound could come out of my mouth. The air between us was getting thicker and his mood seemed to be getting darker as we were going down the stairs. What has made him change so quickly? Did I do something wrong?

When we reached the lower level, I was breathing harshly and it wasn’t caused by the physical effort. You’re over-thinking again, Ally... Breath... Breath...
“Are you cold?” He asked. His free hand caressed the silk of my blouse, sending shivers through my whole body.
“No... I... I’m fine.” I tried to avoid his inquisitive stare.
His fingers brushed the thin material over my shoulder, then along my backside and his palm came to rest at the small of my back, its heat making me tremble even more.
“You’re shaking like a leaf.”
My eyes met his; they were darker and the look in them even more feral in the dim light.
I swallowed. “This place is creepy.”
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in his signature low seductive voice. “I’m never gonna hurt you... unless you ask me to.” Oh shit!
“I’m not afraid,” I lied in the most convincing way I was able to achieve.
Taking a look around, I noticed that we were in a spacious room with a vaulted ceiling. The cave was lighted by amber torch-looking lamps on the walls.
“What’s behind that grid?” I asked, looking down the long hallway that was leading to a single grid door and what seemed to be another room behind it.
“That was originally the oubliettes; they were only accessible through a floor trap, but it’s not there anymore. The trap has been sealed for centuries. Guess some previous owner may have tried to hide something there that he never wanted to be discovered.”
“Oh...” A chill ran up my spine. “Did you – huh – find something?”
“Not yet, we’ve just discovered them with the help of some plans that were hidden behind a false wall in the original dungeon.”
I breathed again.
“I thought that’s what you wanted to show me, the dungeon.”
 “What I want to show you is just here, behind that door.” He smirked. “Dungeons were initially the highest tower of a castle. It was where the safest rooms were located, usually where precious belongings were kept and where the owner had his private apartments. That’s where I built my office.”
“But, I thought it was some kind of... prison.”
“That came later. In early medieval years, taking prisoners was not very common. They had other forms of punishment.” Something twinkled in his eyes at that moment, but I had no idea what it was. “They first used the towers as prison, but it was later moved to less desirable areas like... the basement.”

On the other side of the room was a thick wooden door with what appeared to be a state of the art medieval lock. I swallowed. He started to walk in that direction and tugged at my hand. I followed, apprehensively. He was looking taller and more impressive in this room. The warmth of his palm and the tight contact of his fingers closely entwined with mine were calming, but the fear of the unknown was still there, lurking at the corner.
He sighed. “Come on, Ally. I’m not gonna eat you...” The corner of his lips curled up. “Well... maybe.” He winked.
Oh gosh! Apprehension was suddenly giving way to hot thick arousal. Christopher used the same antique key to unlock that door. I held my breath when the old hinges creaked as he pushed it open. The woody, spicy, very masculine odour emanating from the room made my whole body tingle in expectation. That was the smell that had lighted me up since the moment I had crossed the threshold of that castle. The smell of Christopher and hot kinky sex!

“Wait for me a second while I light the room,” he said, walking in.
“What? You don’t have electricity in there?”
“I prefer candlelight for what I have in mind.”
My heart beat spiked. That smell alone was driving me crazy with need. I heard Christopher move around the room. He obviously knew perfectly how to navigate into it, even in the dark, without bumping into anything. I felt the spear of jealousy piercing my heart. How many women has he brought to this room before? It doesn’t matter, Ally! Stop that romance novel bullshit and enjoy the moment! I closed my eyes to shake off all negative thoughts and took deep breaths of the beguiling fragrance.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the whole room lighted up with black candles, their flame flickering and casting odd shadows on the cream stone of the vaulted ceiling. The back of the room was covered by a floor to ceiling dark red velvet drape, as if there was something behind it. A giant black wooden cross with several anchoring rings was fixed on the left stone wall. There was what looked like a black tool chest next to it. Chains were anchored to the right wall with shackles attached to them. A shiver ran through me when I saw the black table in the middle of the room. Its wooden structure rose almost to the ceiling, like that of a canopy bed. Several cables, chains and pulleys were hanging from the posts and a leather mattress was covering the lower section at about three feet from the floor. The bottom was semi-open and seemed to serve as storage. 
“Welcome to my dungeon,” Christopher said at my side. I repressed a surprise jump. His deep sexy voice made my body vibrate in all the right places and I had to remember to close my mouth before I turned to face him.
He took a step towards me and his eyes locked on mine as he put both hands on my shoulders.
“I want you here, Ally, on that table.”
I was so excited; the only thing that could come out of my mouth at that moment was a whimper.
“I will blindfold and gag you, then I’ll tie you to the table and put music on so the only thing you will have left is the feeling of what I do to you. Do you want that?”
I nodded frantically.
“I won’t hurt you, but I won’t be able to hear you, so I’ll give you a yellow ball to drop if something goes wrong. It’s like a visual safe word, you know what a safe word is, don’t, you?”
I was hypnotized by his magnificent blue eyes.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good.” He walked to the door. “You noticed the lock on this door?”
I nodded. He showed me the key he had in his pocket.
“The only thing that opens it is this key. Once I close this door, you can’t get out unless I allow you too. You understand that?
I decided that if I was going to try that BDSM thing, I would go all in. The situation we were now in was very different from what I had envisioned in my romantic daydreams, but if it was the last night we had, I wanted him to remember it and me, so I lowered my gaze.
“Yes... Sir.” I’d never thought I’d feel such a thrill in my belly just from saying those two little words.
I heard his sharp intake of breath and the metal of the centuries old hinges squeaking as the door closed, making me his voluntary prisoner...

“Take off your clothes and put them on the chair over there,” he said in a soft, but authoritative voice, pointing at a large black leather wing chair with nail head details that was facing the torture table. The chair was on top of an 8 inches platform, probably to allow a better view over all the torture stations. What’s that? His throne?
“Yes, Sir.” My voice was trembling with anticipation. Oh crap, this is it! I’m really gonna do it!
My hands were shaking and it took me more time than I expected to undo the tiny buttons of my blouse. I was more nervous and excited than when we had closed our first business deal height years ago and more aroused than the first time we’d had sex. I took off my skirt and stood there wearing only my bra and panties with garters, stockings and heels. I felt exposed and not at all confident in my charms at that moment. I was not the stick thin models with long blond hair I was used to see Chris with, but I had always felt rather confident in the way I looked. My generous boobs and hips were showcased by my gorgeous Lejaby Couture black lace underwear. I had never been gladder to have decided to put it on this morning.  The 5 inches heels of my patent leather Louboutins were merely making me reach his mouth, but they were making my legs look long and shapely. As I was trying to rationalize that I was the one here at the moment, and not any other, I felt his strong warm hands on my hips and grasped.
“You look stunning like that,” he said with a heated tone. His warm palms traveled along my sides, cupped my breasts and his lips brushed against my ear. “Now, take it all off and sit on the table.”
I did as he asked, hyperconscious that his eyes never left my exposed body.
I climbed on the step beside the table and sat. The chilly leather of the mattress on my naked butt cheeks was not enough to cool the burning sensation between my legs. I was beyond turned on. I noticed that he had laid several things on the table while I was undressing. Oh gosh, this is some serious stuff!

Christopher came near me and pushed the step back under the table. I was unable to take my eyes off the shiny black gag ball and the leather straps attached to it. What does he intend to do to me that necessitates gagging, in an empty castle, in the middle of nowhere...?
“I don’t want you to be able to talk,” he said, answering my unspoken question.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
With one finger under my chin, he turned my head in his direction.
“Ally, look at me.”
I did, reluctantly.
“What I have in mind for tonight is mostly pleasure, but I need you to feel that in this room, you are mine and that means that I have total control over your body.”
Every muscle of my abdomen clenched. I was unable to speak. I was feeling as if I had been waiting for this moment all my life.
“Now open your mouth,” he said, placing the ball between my upper and lower teeth. He quickly fastened the leather straps on each side of my head as if he’d done it a million times with his eyes closed. I fought the thought of the numerous other women that must have been exactly in the same position on this table. I sure hope he cleaned that damn leather mattress!
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. He took a black silk blindfold and put it over my eyes, making sure that its elastic band was correctly placed and that I wasn’t able to see the light of the black candles anymore.
“Lie down on your back.”
I did as I was told. I felt him move around me and I tried to calm down by breathing in the most sensual male odour I had ever smelled. Christopher tied one of my wrists with a leather cuff, then the other. I felt him put something in my right hand. A tennis ball?
“This is your safeword, Ally. Should anything go wrong, you just have to drop the ball and everything will stop. You understand?”
I nodded. He tied each one of my ankles with the same kind of leather cuffs and I was glad that they were comfortable, kind of. I was feeling completely helpless. I could not move, I could not see, I could not even scream. My heart was beating like crazy at the thought of what he was about to do to me. That’s it, girl! No turning back, now.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said running his warm palms over my calves.

The sound of his leather soles on the stone floor was helping me situate where he was in the room. I heard him move around, but suddenly, my ears were filled with the strangest music I had heard in a long time, if ever. It started with timbales mimicking the rhythm of a heartbeat and chords, then a deep haunting voice started to recite some sort of incantation in an unknown, probably East-European, language. Each verse was answered by a single violin. A shiver ran through my entire body and my mind started to race a thousand miles per second. What is that? A ritual?!

I tried to hear something that could tell me what was to come, but the music was completely taking up the space. The perfect acoustic of the room was giving the impression that the musicians were right beside us. That voice from beyond the grave kept reciting its mantra, but with more chords, now. I was panting hard, both from apprehension and excitation. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. I had never been so overwhelmed with emotions in my entire life. I was feeling vulnerable, exposed, completely at his mercy and I had never been one to forgo the control I exerted over every aspect of my life. One cannot reach that level of professional success without being stubborn and a bit controlling, a trait I undoubtedly shared with my business partner.

I felt his warm hands on both my arms, gently caressing their way down, barely touching my skin. They traveled along my extended limbs and continued at my sides, skimming my curves down to my waist, then my hips, thighs, legs and back up to my chest. His fingers brushed in circular movements over the delicate skin of my breasts, making my nipples harden instantly and then his whole hands palmed them, feeling their weight and firmness. I wanted to roar when I felt the tip of his tongue flickering on one hard peak. He took it in his mouth, suckling gently and rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin. I wished he could hear me moaning, but he had made sure he couldn’t hear a sound coming from me. I needed to close my legs to find some release, but that too was impossible in my position. My body started to undulate to let him know how much I wanted him now, how much I had needed him for hours. For years.

He did the same with the other while rolling the first one between his thumb and forefinger. I didn’t care what sounds were coming out of my mouth, I knew that he couldn’t hear me. I was moaning and groaning shamelessly, allowing my body to feel without restraints and the pleasure was all the more intense. He went alternatively between the two, sucking, stroking, and nibbling increasingly stronger. The tingling sensation between my legs was becoming unbearable. I wanted him to touch me there more than anything at that moment, but he didn’t. I had never thought I could feel so much pleasure from my breasts. Nobody had ever played with them long enough and so expertly to make me feel that an orgasm could build from just that. My hips were moving back and forth, my body begging for release. It was both too much and not enough at the same time.

Suddenly, another, more melodious, masculine voice started to sing, still in that mysterious language. At the same moment, I felt a sharp biting sensation. Ahhh! I cried out, almost combusting on the spot. Oh God, nipple clamps! He did the same on the other one. It was not at all disagreeable, nothing like I had imagined those things could feel. It was as if the sensation was intensified and kept at its peak permanently.

His hands moved down my body, to my hips followed by his warm lips, getting closer and closer to my palpitating wetness. Oh, yes ,yes ,yes!  The music was becoming hypnotic, both voices now entwining with the violins. I was panting hard, inhaling that sensual smell that was making me giddy with anticipation. I was tugging at my links to show my impatience, but he continued along my thighs, much to my disappointment. He was reverently caressing his way down, followed by his mouth, kissing, licking and nibbling. Oh please! He did the same on the other leg on his way back up. I was dripping wet. I nearly exploded when his fingers parted my fold and entered me. He tugged on the clamps at that moment, almost sending me over the edge. Then I felt a strange, yet not unfamiliar sensation inside. Vibration. Hummmm!

The slow pulsing of the vibrating egg was in sync with the rhythm of the music. How can he do that? I didn’t care. It was a slow torture, driving me wild. Each pulsation was bringing me closer. I was starting to lose my mind. His fingers traveled along my sex, spreading my wetness and started to draw circles around my clit. I could feel my orgasm building quickly. My whole body was so tense, it was ready to detonate. He applied a light pressure on the clamps, amplifying the sensation. I was pushing my hips up to meet his fingers, but he would not let me have more. Of fuck, make me come!

I was so close and yet so far, I desperately needed release and he didn’t want to give it to me. He’s torturing me with pleasure. Asshole! Another finger moved on me, closer to a place nobody had ever been before. Oh God, what is he doing? No! He gently caressed around the area while he was still doing all those other torturous things. My resistance was failing. I would never have allowed anyone there, but now I could not protest. I was so close to what I was sure would be one of the most memorable orgasms of my life. I had to admit that, taboo left aside, it was feeling surprisingly good. I took a deep breath and when I released it, I felt the alien sensation of his finger inside me. Oh crap! It made the internal vibration feel more intense. My muscles were clenching around everything within, amplifying the waves of pleasure. He tugged on the clamps again and I cried out, convulsing on the leather mattress. Please don’t stop!

I felt his finger leave me for a few seconds then something warm was pushed in its place, something that was reverberating the pulsation of the egg and was spreading it not only there, but upper, on my clit. My whole body was vibrating in sync with the music. The feeling was out of this world. I wanted to surrender to the pleasure and let it take over my body entirely.

I suddenly felt many sharp pinches on my legs, then higher. Holy shit, he’s flogging me! It was stinging, but it was more surprising that really hurtful. My skin was singing under his repeated assaults. The pain, the heat, the clasping of my muscles as I was bracing for the next blow, was making the pulsation more intense. I was about to lose my sanity. Every single inch of my skin was hypersensitive. I was wriggling over the table. How long can he keep me on the edge like that without me going into a cardiac arrest? Every blow was pushing me closer and closer to a mind-blowing explosion. I wanted to sob, to yell. Not because of the pain, the pain was offering me a temporary release from the unbearable pleasure. I want pain to stop the pleasure? Oh God! I’m going completely crazy! What had started as soft blows was now amplifying as the music was coming to its climax. It felt so good, the sting not really hurting anymore, as if my body was getting used to it and needed more to feel the same. As if it wanted more. I was screaming wholeheartedly and wiggling over the table. I was so close, just one more and I would come apart, but everything stopped. No!

I was trembling, soaking wet between my legs and frustrated. I clenched repeatedly around everything that was inside me to get the final little push over the edge, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to cry, but he couldn’t care less. He had made sure that I would not interrupt his torture session under any circumstances. He wanted me at his mercy and I was there, totally helpless for God knows how long, till he decided that I could come or not and leave me hanging there desperate and humiliated. Motherfucker!

The music started again and I hoped that it would make him finish the job, but nothing happened for a while. My heartbeat was matching the rhythm of the music. My raging breath calmed down and only when the second voice started to sing did I feel something impossibly soft glide over the warm sensitive skin of my left leg. What is it? Fur? Feathers? It was soothing after the blows of the flogger, causing goose pimples all over. Every inch of my body was hyperaware of the slightest sensation. I could feel my blood pulsing under my skin, especially at the apex of my thighs. The soft touch fluttered over my leg, then up to my hip, over my stomach, the light tickling becoming more intense as he reached my ribs. My reflex to move aside and protect myself was prevented by the links holding me firmly stretched over the table. I squirmed under the feathers and was rewarded with a single pulse inside me and a tug on the nipple clamps. Oh yes! I screamed as the sensation brought my arousal back to its highest point. He continued his torturous journey to my aching breasts, making my already hard nipples fight against the grip of the clamp. I arched my back to meet him. I needed release so much, I was on the verge of a breakdown. If I could have moved at that moment, I would have hit him for what he was making me go through. Let me come, God damn it!

He trailed the feathers along the delicate skin of my extended arm, slowly, then up from my hand to the tip of the fingers that were almost bursting through the yellow tennis ball. It hit me then. I was not helpless and at his mercy against my will, I had chosen to do it and I could stop whenever I wanted. I had control. Well, the control he had given me, but still, I had a say. The realization made me feel completely different about the whole experience. I could walk out of it if I wanted to, but as long as I was keeping that ball in my hand, I was giving him the power to do whatever he wanted with me, to make all his fantasises come true. Isn’t it what you always wanted? YES!! I took a deep breath and felt the calm infuse through my nerves. You really are a control freak, girl. You have to learn to let go.

When the music started again, the vibration was there, in time with the music and my heartbeat as the feathers continued their journey over my hypersensitive skin. I surrendered to his will. I let the music, the smell and the sensations take over my body. I moaned as the feeling eclipsed everything around and I became one with everything surrounding me. In no time, I was back near the brink of the blast. My breath was short, my core tight like fist and every fiber of my body ready to snap. As the second voice started, the pulsations ceased and the vibration became more intense, the pressure on the clamps increased. Oh God, yes! FINALLY! Please don’t let me down this time! The pressure of the vibrating device over my clit amplified. My whole body started to quiver. I let out a scream when he pulled on the clamps hard enough to take them off and my orgasm ripped through me, sending me crashing to a brick wall at a thousand mile an hour. I was convulsing on the table. Every time my muscles clenched around the egg, it was sending me over the edge again. Holy fuck, it doesn’t stop! My whole body was convulsing relentlessly, the leather handcuffs biting into my wrists and ankles, but I couldn’t stop. My mind no longer had control over my body. I was crying out uncontrollably as each and every one of my cells was exploding and scattering out of this plane of existence.

The song ended and the vibration stopped. My body sank into the mattress and I thought I might never be able to move from there again. I was so spent. I had never been so tired in my entire life. My breath was shattered. I could still feel the remnant of tremor everywhere. I grasped when he took off what was in me. Christopher untied my ankles and rolled me over, making the chains that held my wrists cross and bringing my hands together in front of me. What is he gonna do, now? I felt him climb behind me and kneel between my open thighs. One of his strong arms came under my hips and he lifted my ass in the air as if I was as light as a feather. He brought my legs under me so that I was kneeling in front of him, submitted to his will, opened and offered for him to take. I felt him against my damp quivering flesh, the warm head of his impressive manhood pressed at my entrance, sending a tingling to every nerve ending of my body. With the first measure of the song, he filled me. Holy fucking shit! I felt an electric current surge from my sex to the tip of my toes and fingers.

He slowly moved out of me and slammed back in, making me cry out in pleasure and pain. He did that again, repeatedly. It was so deep that way; he was reaching my core every time. I was already trembling under him. He increased the pace, holding my hips in a grip firm enough to mark me, but I didn’t care. It felt so good and I was his to take. I wanted his mark on me for days, if only to believe myself that being here with him was not a dream. I was building again under his repeated assaults. He was thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow, his sac smashing against my throbbing clit, his fingers digging in my flesh, his rigid length ripping me apart. I was panting so hard, the gag ball was making it a challenge to breath and I was starting to get dizzy. My body began to shudder, clamping around him as he kept moving at a punishing pace. My orgasm exploded inside me and everything around disappeared.

Christopher kept pounding into me, tirelessly, intensifying my orgasm even more. I was quaking uncontrollably, screaming incoherently and my heart was about to burst out of my ribcage. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back, the drops rolling on my already damp skin and falling over the cliff of my shoulders. Suddenly, he slammed into me and stilled. His fingers gripping me so tight, I thought my hip bone would break under the pressure. I felt him jerk inside as he was filling me, each spurt hitting the very end of my body so hard, I cried out. My body greedily took every drop he had to give me.

The music stopped and Christopher’s hands traveled along my damp back up to my wrists. In one swift move, he untied me and I realized that I couldn’t feel my hands anymore. He took the ball out of my cramped fingers and expertly massaged my forearms and wrists to bring some blood back into my extremities. The intense tingling was at least a proof that it was effective. He undid the straps of my gag and took it off. My jaw was numb as well and it took me a conscious effort to close my mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice as he took the blindfold off.
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy, I gave up.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, unable to articulate a single word.
“I’m gonna take care of you.”
I felt him get out of me and my body instantly started to mourn his presence. He helped me straighten my legs, then I felt a warm liquid on my back and my new favorite fragrance caressed my nostrils. I drifted in and out of consciousness as his strong hands spread the massage oil and brought back life into my limbs.

“Wake up, Sleeping beauty,” a warm voice whispered in my ear while a hand was gently caressing my hair. My eyes fluttered open and I saw the most handsome face I knew. Christopher was at my side, looking at me intently. Shit, I fell asleep!
“Did I nap for long... Sir?” I said prudently, remembering where we were and the implicit rules I had agreed to.
The smile on his face was heartwarming.
“You needed to recuperate; I let you nap for a little while.”
I was almost disappointed to see that he had put his jeans back on. On the other hand, it reminded me that I was still naked and I started to feel self-conscious.
“I brought you a bathrobe,” he said as if he had felt my internal struggle.
He took my hand to help me sit, then he dressed me into the black silk kimono and tied the belt around my waist. I felt like a child. A part of me wanted to protest, but another one needed to be taken care of at this moment. I hated myself for feeling so helpless. That was nothing like the image I was putting out there for the world to see: the strong business woman who runs a very successful real estate investment trust and deals with bankers, investors and contractors on a daily basis.  I had no idea that kinky sex could be so emotionally draining. I was feeling extremely vulnerable. As if a single little pressure could break me into pieces. I needed reassurance that the last two hours had been somehow up to his expectations.
“Did I do okay?” I asked in a barely audible voice, looking at my entwined fingers.
Christopher came closer and took me in his arms, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes and rested my head in the crook of his neck, my lips brushing over his warm skin.
“I’m the one who should ask you that,” he said, closing his embrace. “You want to talk about it?”
To be in his arms and see him so tender and caring after he had beaten and fucked the hell out of me not so long ago was overwhelming. I loved him so much, it hurt, but I would have died rather than admit it to him. It was just a game he played with dozens of women. The thought was hurting me so much; I couldn’t bring myself to speak without bursting into tears. I’m sure they all end up professing their undying love to him at the end of a scene. I shook my head and pushed away from him.
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I said, eyes fixed on my lap, praying that he would just drop it.
“It’s normal to feel fragile after a scene, Ally.”
                My eyes darted to his. I’m not one of you needy little things!
“I said I’m fine, no need to spend the evening on the subject.”
He sighed.
“I prepared a bath upstairs. Would you care to join me?”
At this moment, I wanted to slap him for being so nice. How am I supposed to fall out of love with you when you are like that?
“Come,” he said, picking me up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I squealed. “I can walk. I’m not impotent!”
“The floor is cold.”
I snorted. “What happened to that fabulous floor heating system?”
“Jesus, Ally! Can you please just let me carry you upstairs?” He said, exasperated.
“Okay, fine!” I leant against his broad chest, smiling to myself because we were back to our usual type of interaction and glad that he had decided to carry me because I didn’t think my legs would support me for climbing three flights of stairs, not that I would have admitted it to him, of course!

 To be continued...