EVERYTHING'S BETTER WITH A CUP OF COFFEE
1349 Words
I woke up feeling sore in all the right places and wanting more. Tana was not in bed with me this morning, yet her scent on the sheets and pillows still prevailed along with the memory of our encounter last night. Sliding my hand under my pillow I looked for my cell phone blindly, I dragged it outside and when I saw all the alarms that had gone off non-stop while I was sleeping peacefully I understood why Tana had left the room. I forced myself to get out of bed and put on a pair of sweats before going in search of my fiancée. Tana was not in any part of the cabin either. Most likely, she went for a run through the woods. I went into the spacious rustic kitchen and helped myself to some coffee, black, no sugar. Sugar was for the weak. After we had been hiding for a while, Julien contacted us one day and said it was safe - Richard's obsession with wanting to destroy our lives had lessened enough that he became interested in someone else. Apparently, he had become involved with a psychologist. Even knowing that, Tana and I weren't ready to go out into the world just like that, so we decided to come here - to this cabin buried deep in the woods just outside of Seattle. It belonged to a friend, a famous rock star who had recently moved to New York with his new girlfriend.
Bringing my cup of coffee with me, I left the cabin and admired the fall foliage that covered the surroundings of the cabin from the porch. Truth be told, both Tana and I hated spending a lot of time in nature, we had both become slaves to our busy lives in the city; we hated mosquitoes and furry little inhabitants who might want to visit us unexpectedly. But there was something about this cabin, I didn't know what it was and neither did Tana ... there was something comforting in knowing that no one would find us here, that we had all the time in the world to heal together.
I put down my coffee cup and walked a few steps to where the shed was located. The door was half open before I pushed it with my fingertips. I winced when the hinges made a sharp noise, probably alerting all the animals now to the presence of two intruders in the forest. The shed kept various basic tools such as hammers, saws, a large collection of screwdrivers and wrenches. An ax ... I winced at the sight of it and explored the other rack. Now this one is more my type. I thought to myself without realizing it. Why did I say that? I had no idea. Chains, rope, and zip ties hung from this particular rack. I reached out to pull the rope down. The texture was rough, itchy, probably ... it was just as uncomfortable as the one Richard used. I audibly quieted and closed my eyes remembering a moment with him.
Richard had tied my hands above my head and then used a hook to hold me upright. My legs were open in a wide V, my feet had been shackled to the ground to ensure I wouldn’t be able to close my thighs for no reason. My naked body was exposed to his gaze. We were in a kind of basement equipped with all kinds of whips and ropes. "I'm not covering your eyes today, Madox." he said as he walked towards me with both hands in his pockets. "I want you to take a good look at what you are going to become." In front of me was a long, rectangular mirror. I didn't seem real. It was not possible that I was the man in that reflection. Suddenly the door to the basement opened and a beautiful black-haired woman entered holding a cardboard box in her hands. She smiled at me and winked as she set the box on the floor beside Richard's feet. He thanked her and the woman left shortly after.
“What is that?” I asked with as much calm as I could muster. Obviously, I wasn’t calm. I was scared shitless for whatever this fucker wanted to do to me.
“You will see.” Richard reached down and opened the flaps of the box. From it he took out a small metal bullet. No, it wasn't a f*****g bullet. It was an anal plug! I trashed in my bonds trying to free myself even though there was no way out of it. If anything, it only amused Richard to see me struggle. He liked it when I fought. “Why are you making such a big deal?”
“You are not putting that thing in me!” I growled at the top of my lungs.
“I’m not asking for your permission.”
I wanted to snap his neck with my bare hands right there. “You should!” I was getting tired of being his toy, his puppet. I was nothing but a thing to him. An object to play with whenever he got bored.
“Listen to me, puppy,” I hated that he called me that. “You have to trust me on this one, you’re going to enjoy this session of play.” Then he grinned cruelly. “Unless you want me to do this with Tana, instead.” I widened my eyes at that. I shook my head, simply unable to draw a single word out. “Then be good and thrust your ass back.”
Then he proceeded to walk around me, and I did as he asked. When I felt his fingers on me, just gently stroking- I tensed. Richard ordered me to relax. Sure, you do it then. But I did. I took a deep breath and convinced myself that everything was fine. Richard kept caressing the puckered hole with the pad of two fingers. Through the reflection I saw he was crouching behind me. He was so close to me, f**k, it was strange… having another man there. Then I saw him reach into one of his pockets for a small bottle of clear liquid; he squirted some into his palm and rubbed his hands together. When he began stroking my asshole again my d**k twitched. No, no, no. I would never hear the end of it if he realized I had started getting hard from having his fingers prodding.
“Now push against my finger- let me in.” I closed my eyes and pushed when his finger did. It was… odd. Having something in there, a pressure that didn’t hurt at all. He let me adjust before he swirled his finger inside. Another twitch. Richard added a second finger and that did it for me; I was hard as a rock from him pumping his fingers into my ass. When he withdrew them, I knew what was coming. “Push again.” Richard shoved the plug into me with ease and I felt it hit my prostate.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, throwing my head back.
Richard stood up and I listened as he pulled the zipper down from his pants. His c**k slid between my cheeks, pressing against the plug. I groaned then. I didn’t want to admit it to him, but it felt good, so good, the best thing I have ever felt. The most exquisite of all sensations. He began thrusting into me, my erection bobbing up and down shamelessly. Just when I thought he would leave me hurting, Richard took pity on me and took my erection between his fingers. He pumped his fist up and down my c**k until I came with a hoarse cry, spurting c*m all over the floor and Richard’s hand. He sighed into my ear and stepped back. In a blink of an eye he was standing right before me, rubbing his d**k under my balls. He stared at me as he spilled his seed on my skin.
“I want you to get on your knees now and clean this mess with your tongue. When you’re done, there’s more.”
I think, the scariest part of that memory is accepting I f*****g enjoyed it.
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