Rescuing Rudi

by Carter, Polly

  “No, sir,” she assured him hastily, intrigued by this new rule. Okay, she thought, it’s odd, but again she couldn’t deny that she found it also wildly exciting. She squeezed her interior muscles tight as she felt her arousal level shoot up, but that only intensified it.

  And even worse was to come as Denver stood directly behind her and took one cheek in each hand.

  “Ah, your fat bottom is so deliciously hot and red. It is even more beautiful than before, and I am going to thoroughly enjoy watching it bounce while I take my pleasure with you.”

  Rudi felt him move his hands down and gently part her folds to expose her hot, dripping entrance. By twisting her head further, she could see the look of profound arousal on his face as he watched himself press the head of his full, hard organ against her, and then the triumph as he pushed it deep inside.

  Her hips moved automatically in response, but a sudden sharp slap and a “Keep still,” stopped her.

  He looked at her as he slid slowly out until only the tip was still inside her, and then spoke as he slid slowly back in.

  “You are not to move. You are not to come. You are to just relax your body and watch me as I use your body for my own pleasure.”

  Her head spinning, Rudi watched him, forcing herself to relax and ignore the waves of sensual pleasure coursing through her with each of his strokes. Something strange was happening inside her that she’d not felt before: a heat starting from her core and radiating out.

  With sudden panic, as her breathing started to come in gasps, she realised what was happening. She had to stop it. She bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would distract her and tried to think of anything else other than the wonderful sensations he was generating with his maddeningly slow movements.

  “Careful,” he grunted without interrupting his rhythm.

  “Oh, Denver,” she cried, desperately clinging to her self-control, her body alive with carnal delight. Forbidden from releasing it, she had to allow it to completely fill her every sense until she was aware of nothing but the sensation of him sliding in and out, his hands gripping her bottom, his belly sometimes touching her back, his thighs touching hers as he went deep.

  “Hold on,” he ordered her as she heard his breath becoming louder and harsher, his hands gripped her bottom more tightly and his plunges became harder and more deliberate. Determined to add to the amount of pleasure she could bring him, Rudi fought back her own rising tide; she wasn’t going to orgasm, if that was what he wanted, no matter how much she longed to.

  He moved his hands to the table near her shoulders and leant over her as his thrusting became harder and faster until she felt him shudder and heard his cry as he reached his own climax. Spent for the moment, he lay on her, motionless, gasping for breath.

  Her own body was still tingling with the arousal he’d forbidden her from releasing. She gripped the slipper tight as she felt him slipping out of her and raised himself, leaving her abandoned and still unsated.

  He bent and kissed each of her cheeks, and then stood up.

  “Put the slipper away and come to bed,” he told her.

  She did so and found him sitting up, waiting to take her in his arms and snuggle her against him as he kissed her long and slow.

  “Am I mean and horrid for forbidding you to orgasm?” he asked.

  She looked at him in surprise, caught out by his question. He chuckled.

  “I take it that’s a yes.”

  She blushed. It was more complicated than that. She felt on edge because she’d not been able to relieve her arousal, but she also got a totally different type of satisfaction from obeying his somewhat strange commands.

  “Well,” he said, kissing her again. “If you are a very good girl all day, perhaps I’ll give you a nice orgasm later. Would you like that?”

  Rudi looked up at him, and her heart melted. He was so gorgeous, she thought again, and so much more interesting than she’d imagined. She smiled to herself at how turned on she was by the thought of his seeming so straight and conservative in his daily life while being so kinky behind closed doors. She loved it so much, and she snuggled harder against him.

  “Come here,” he said, sliding down into a lying position and pulling her down with him so she was curled up in his arms. “Sleep a little longer now,” he commanded her.

  “Grace,” she whispered.

  “Grace?” he murmured.

  “My name. My real name. Grace Ruth. I was called Ruthie, so it was easy to just change it to Rudi.”

  She felt him smile against her hair.

  “Well, little girl, I will call you Grace when you are a good girl, and Rudi when you need a spanking; what do you think?”

  She smiled happily against his chest as her heart broke. What a beautiful, unattainable dream.

  “It’s perfect,” she whispered, as they both drifted back to sleep.

  * * *

  It was after midday when they finally surfaced for the day, the happiest day of Rudi’s life.

  She awakened to a thorough kissing and bottom-massage, after which Denver took her into the shower with him and they played and laughed, soaped and washed each other, then only parted long enough to get dressed before meeting up again in the kitchen to make lunch.

  Denver opened a bottle of wine and put on some music and, putting all thoughts of the morrow from her mind, Rudi sang and danced gaily as she chopped vegetables, laid the table, and hugged her silver fox at every opportunity.

  After lunch had been cleaned away and their usual Saturday chores done, they played and swam in the pool.

  “Put your pyjamas on. We’ll watch a movie,” Denver told her as she went to change after they’d finished swimming.

  Rudi was a bit surprised; it was only six o’clock, but whatever Denver wanted tonight, she would do for him without question.

  Before she joined him, she grabbed her backpack and stuffed in some clothes ready for the morning. She couldn’t take too much or Denver would wonder why her backpack was so full, so it was only a couple of pairs of clean knickers, her grey tights – she’d wear her jeans – and a spare jumper. She planned to wear as many layers as possible and take her coat, and she’d have to make do with that.

  When she got back to the lounge room in her pyjamas, Denver was there in his robe. Neither was particularly hungry after their late lunch, but he’d laid out some snacks: fruit, cheese, nuts, avocado dip and crackers, and the half-bottle of wine left over from earlier.

  And this time, Rudi got her wish. She was snuggled up against Denver on the couch, touching, nuzzling, kissing, feeding each other tidbits of food, talking nonsense, and making each other laugh.

  When the movie finished, and they’d cleared away, Denver took her in his arms and kissed her. His robe did nothing to hide his arousal and intent, and Rudi immediately felt herself respond to his carnal desire.

  “You ready for a spanking?” he growled into her ear.

  Squirming hungrily against him, Rudi nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

  Covering her mouth with his, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Then he sat down, took her across his knee, pulled her pyjama pants down to bare her bottom and set about getting her bottom hot and red and her ready for lovemaking.

  Now she knew this was a prelude to sex, somehow it didn’t hurt nearly as much and she was able to relax and enjoy it, especially the ripples of pleasure created by her bottom wobbling which spread through her lower abdomen. It felt so good, she was surprised and a little embarrassed to realise she was pushing her bottom up to meet his hand.

  He’d noticed too.

  “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. “You like that do you? Well, as it’s not a punishment spanking, I don’t mind. And as you are being such a good girl while I spank you, I think I will reward you with an orgasm. Would you like that?”

  “Oh, yes, please,” Rudi breathed heavily, lifting her bottom still higher as he spanked harder until she was writhing and moaning unable to separate pleasure and pain.r />
  And, when he stopped, and she felt him pull her pyjama bottoms right off, reach for a condom and slip it over his long, hard shaft, she knew the spanking was nearly over and she would soon feel him inside her again.

  Ready, he held her tight and laid a flurry of spanks across both cheeks until she was crying out, then he quickly pulled her up and straddled her across his legs facing him, watching her intently as he lowered her down onto him. For a second, he caught and she reached down to hold herself open so he could slide in. Closing her eyes in ecstasy, she lifted herself up and lowered herself down along his shaft.

  “Turn around,” he muttered suddenly. “I want to see your bottom.”

  Obediently, she raised herself right off, turned around and then straddled him with her back to him, her feet on the floor and her hands on his knees to balance herself.

  He groaned appreciatively and nipped her back with his teeth while gripping her hips and watching her pink bottom moving against his shaft. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he stood up without slipping out, turned around and put her on the bed, still inside.

  Now, he was doing the work as he pressed hard against her back, rocking in and out, breathing harder and faster, and she was lost in the might of his possession.

  “Come now,” he ordered.

  She relaxed and allowed the sensations to overwhelm her until she stopped breathing. Her body went rigid. And then with a gasp, heat and light flooded in waves through her.

  It acted like a trigger, firing Denver to give four hard, fast thrusts and then pause as he shuddered with his own release before they collapsed together on the bed.

  Denver had promised to reward her, and he made good on that promise. Before they finally, happily and deeply satisfied, curled up together and slept, he laid her out on the bed, parted her legs, raised her hips, and used his lips and tongue to gift her further heavenly delight.

  * * *

  “Are you sure you are okay?” Denver asked again the next morning, as they finished their Sunday breakfast. They were sitting outside their usual cafe in Emerald overlooking the park and playgrounds on the other side of the road. “You look pale, and you’re very quiet. Is something on your mind?”

  She shook her head, hating to lie to him especially as she knew how much he hated that. And she wouldn’t if she didn’t need to protect him.

  “Well, I think you need to either buck up or tell me what’s wrong or I will have to take you home, give you a dose of cod liver oil, spank your bottom, and put you to bed for the afternoon. On your own!”

  He grinned at her as though he was joking, but Rudi knew him well enough now to suspect that he would have no compunction about doing just that if he thought she needed or deserved it. She certainly didn’t want it, but it gave her a nice warm, sad feeling to think this gorgeous man whom she adored with every fibre of her being would do that for her.

  “I’m fine,” she tried to reassure him with a weak smile. “Maybe still just a bit tired, that’s all.”

  “Okay, well, you have until we get home to convince me that you are fine, and I think I will get some cod liver oil from the chemist, just in case.”

  Rudi screwed her face up.

  “Please, no. I don’t eat fish at all.”

  He laughed. “Okay, how about some seaweed instead?”

  Despite his semi-teasing, his eyes were shadowed as he watched her trying to be light-hearted. He covered her hand with his and spoke gently, “Come on, little girl. I’m not sure what’s bothering you, but we’ll sort it out when we get home. I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t fix together. Let’s get the rest of the shopping done, shall we?”

  Guilt made Rudi even more miserable as she let Denver buy enough food for both of them, even picking special treats. Totally unaware of what was coming, he was in such cheerful high spirits and she was about to snatch all his newfound happiness away.

  She felt absolutely wretched. It was such bitter irony that the very thing that had brought them together, her past, was about to rip them apart.

  With the groceries in the boot, they made their way across the road to the farmers’ market. As Denver stopped at a vegetable stall, Rudi took her backpack from over her shoulder, slipped her arms through and hung it over her back.

  “I might just go and have a quick look around,” she said as casually as she could manage above her pounding heart.

  “What for?”

  She tried to grin. “Stuff.” She hadn’t expected him to ask that and was thinking as hard and fast as she could. “A new bag?” she tried. “Sometimes I don’t want to have to lug this backpack around!”

  Ha! That was clever, she thought. He frowned but nodded.

  “Okay, I’ll meet you back at the car in fifteen minutes. No longer. I don’t want the shopping to melt.”

  “I’ll be back in ten,” she said, knowing it wouldn’t matter if it is was five or ten or one hundred, she wouldn’t be there.

  She hurried off; she had to stay out of sight and try and find someone who’d give her a lift to Melbourne before Denver realised she was missing.

  She ducked in and around the stalls. It would take a bit longer than going straight around the outside, but she wanted to mingle with the crowds for cover. She reached the edge and was about to cross the road, when she was stopped by a hard hand on her shoulder.

  “Well, look who it is.”

  Recognising the voice instantly, she spun around, her face dark with fury and hatred.

  Chapter 11

  “Lenny! I hoped I’d seen the last of you. Fuck off and leave me alone.”

  “Sorry, baby,” he sneered, gripping her arms, his long, carefully manicured fingernails digging into her skin. “No can do. The boss is pretty angry you ran off like that. He wants you back. He sends his regards and says he’s already given you and your old man plenty of time. His patience runs out in twenty-four hours.”

  “You creep. Is that a threat?”

  The rough-shaven, fat-bellied man in his ill-fitting suit winked lewdly and laughed, his breath so fetid, Rudi wanted to retch.

  “You know it is, doll-face. If you don’t want your old man to have a,” he paused and leered, “nasty accident, you’d better come quietly with me now. The boss isn’t waiting anymore.”

  Cruelly, he dragged her along as he headed for the black car parked on the grounds among the others.

  “No! Denver!” Rudi cried out, struggling to get away. Swinging around, her captor slapped her hard across the face.

  “Here, mate, you can’t do that!”

  A young man seeing the assault, broke away from his friends and confronted the kidnapper.

  “Fuck off, kid, unless you want your ma to find you in the ditch in the morning with a knife in your guts,” Lenny snarled, dragging the now crying Rudi behind him.

  “No,” she wailed. “I don’t want to marry Mr. Avery.”

  “Too bad. If ya didn’t want to marry the boss, yer old man shoulda paid his debt.” He started dragging her towards his car again. “See, sugar, the boss has been real patient. He told yer old man he could give him his money back, or the boss would take you instead. Now, ya gotta admit that was real fair. In fact, it was real decent of the boss to give yer old man a way out and make you a much better proposal of marriage than a slag like you could have hoped for. If you wuz any kind of loving daughter, you’d be happy to save yer old man. Now get a move on, or I’ll stick ya myself and tell the boss ya refused to play nice. I don’t care if he dumps yer old man in the sea.”

  Sobbing, Rudi allowed herself to be towed along. Her mind was racing but she couldn’t see a way out. If she didn’t go back to Sydney with this foul-smelling thug, her father would likely be murdered. She hated him for selling her off to the disgusting Mr. Avery in lieu of his gambling debt, but he was a weak man, not an evil one, and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let them kill him.

  Lenny dragged her to his waiting car, and reached out to open the door.

 
; “Not so fast.”

  A cold, authoritative voice stopped him. He spun around as two members of the Victorian Police Force had come up behind them.

  “You okay, miss?” one of them asked Rudi. “Do you want to go with this man?”

  “No! Yes! No! I don’t want to marry that horrid old man, but I don’t want them to hurt my father,” she sobbed.

  “She’s a crazy bitch,” Lenny broke in. “I dunno what she’s talking about marrying anyone. She stole from her papa and ran off. He sent me to get her and bring her home. She takes drugs and he’s worried about her, worried she might be selling them too and her body. No telling what she’s been getting up to. She can’t look after herself.” And he tapped the side of his head to signify there was something mentally wrong with her.

  “He was threatening her,” the young man who’d tried to come to her rescue before told the police. “Here, look, we filmed it on our phones.”

  “Right. You the guy who called us?” the policeman asked.

  “What’s going on?” another voice bellowed, and Rudi felt darkness closing in on her as she recognised the thick, warm, honeyed voice, now sounding angrier and more concerned than she’d ever heard it before.

  Denver had come to rescue her again, was her last thought as she felt him catch her as she slipped, fainting, to the ground.

  * * *

  The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Lenny was arrested and charged with assault. The New South Wales Police were informed and sent a message to Mr. Avery, who was well known to them, that they were watching him even more closely, and they were also watching Rudi’s father, Mr. Li Fonti, to ensure no harm came to him.

  After finishing with the police, Denver took Rudi home and they put the shopping away. Now that most of the story was out anyway, Rudi finally told Denver the whole truth. Her father had been a regular at the illegal gambling table at Mr. Avery’s nightclub since she was a little girl, and he’d taken her with him. When she’d been old enough, she’d got a job behind the bar. She’d worked there for most of her adult life. It was easy and she’d liked to party.