Kink

by N. M. Catalano

  She chews again.

  His tongue caresses her lips.

  She chews again, gliding her mouth against his lips and tongue, as if feasting on him, wanting to suck him into her.

  His mouth nibbles along her jaw, her chin, and her cheek. She swallows the tomato and lets out the moan that’s welling up inside her. His big body presses against the length of hers, and his hands slide down her arms to clasp her hands. He wraps both of their arms around her body.

  “Could you cut them up, Angel,” he asks her with his mouth close to her ear and his voice deep.

  “Mmhhmmm,” she quietly answers, as her head leans back against his broad shoulder.

  His tongue strokes the column of her neck which she’s exposing to him and her ass is molding into his groin, feeling the massive length of his hard-on beneath the denim of his pants.

  “…and make a pretty tray,” he continues as he guides their hands up the insides of her thighs, while separating her feet a little more with his foot.

  John bends their bodies so Elsie’s cheek is on the cool stone of the countertop.

  “I can’t wait to have you moaning, with nothing between us. I want to watch your beautiful face when you explode,” he growls. He’s holding himself back as he lightly bites her neck wanting to devour her completely, the hunger he has for her is intense.

  “God, Elsie, I’ve imagined tonight,” he rasps out, taking Elsie’s hand in his. He brings it to cup her sex, molding it over curves and valleys, the touch so much more erotic as she’s touching herself with him.

  He feels Elsie responding beneath him, her back arching as she pushes her ass against his cock, and he feels her fingers searching for her clit. He moves her other hand up her body, under her shirt and inside her bra. Both of their hands claim her swollen breast and she begins to writhe under him as ten fingers begin to tease her screaming nipple.

  “Oh, God...,” the long moan comes from deep within Elsie.

  She’s fighting to keep a tight hold on her restraint. Hear heart and body want to run wild on the magic carpet that John is promising. But her mind is yelling at her to hold back, to remember she’s damaged.

  John can feel her threatening to pull away from him. He decides to push her further, to push her boundaries even more, until he can finally break them down completely.

  Taking the fuse that’s been lit, he moves their hands up to the button and zipper of her jeans. He puts her fingers on the zipper as his clasps the button. He flicks it open and then takes her hand again to slide down inside the front of her pants. When his fingers graze over her naked mound, he almost throws her onto the counter, desperate to rip her clothes off and take what he wants.

  No, he thinks, she’s a wild and skittish stallion who needs to be tamed.

  He guides both of their hands through her folds and into her wetness, both of them stroking and caressing her. John’s cock is throbbing, aching to be where those hands are. His fingers separate hers, opening her up so he can explore her. John pushes Elsie’s hand back so her clit is exposed, peeking out between their fingers. He takes that magical little button between his two fingers and rubs.

  “Oh, God, John!” Elsie yells out as her hips grind into his cock and his hand.

  “Yes, Angel,” he whispers, his voice sounds like dark silk.

  With his other hand inside her bra he guides Elsie’s fingers to grasp her nipple. When she has it squeezed between two of them, he flicks it nonstop with one of his own.

  “Please,” she moans guttural and deep.

  “Slide two fingers inside yourself, Angel,” John growls as he takes her hand in his in the confines of her pants, he puts two of her fingers together and guides them inside of her.

  “Move them, stroke yourself inside, Baby Girl,” he directs her.

  Her fingers begin that slow dance, gliding in and out of her, and his fingers join in, moving to an erotic melody. He is leading her perfectly, playing her with precision, each touch, flick, squeeze, and bite sending her higher. John takes her swollen clit between his fingers and slides one of his inside of her, to join her two fingers. The fullness in her, the teasing of her nipple, and the explosion of sensations on her clit are more than Elsie can take. She shatters into a million beautiful shards, screaming John’s name as she soars.

  Her body goes from tight rigidity, to a mass of rubbery muscles. Her knees buckle and her legs threaten to give out on her from the intensity of her orgasm. John’s arms tighten around her, to hold her up, before she slithers to the floor in a puddle of sexual satisfaction.

  Holy shit, it was only his fingers!!! she thinks. And mine! That was so hot!!

  “Oh, my God…,” Elsie breathes heavily, shocked by how he just rocked her world.

  “Come here, Angel,” John coos to her as he turns her around, picks her up, carries her to the table, and sits her on it. He takes her face in his hands and covers it with light tender kisses. She can smell herself on his hands, and it makes her breath catch.

  “That was just a taste, Angel, of what you’re going to have tonight, a tiny little taste. We’re going to take you to places you’ve never even imagined before,” John tells her as he pulls her lower lip into his mouth, tasting and sampling her lips.

  Elsie’s arms snake around his neck as her body leans into him, her pussy is still spasming from the mind-blowing trip it just took.

  “If that was just a taste, Mountain Man,” Elsie purrs in his ear, “Then I’m glad I’m starved.”

  John smiles wickedly and says, “Me, too, Angel.”

  His mouth captures hers, feasting on it, consuming it, kissing her with a hunger so deep, she feels it in her womb.

  John lifts his wet fingers to his mouth and smiles wickedly down at Elsie. They’re glistening with her cum. He inserts each finger one by one into his mouth and sucks off every last drop.

  “Kiss me, Elsie, taste yourself on my tongue,” he says quietly, but with a firmness that takes her breath away.

  He wraps a hand around the back of her neck and pulls her mouth to his, holding her tightly. Her tongue strokes his, wrapping around it, licking it clean, until all of her flavor is gone. She moves to his lips, licking and sucking them with such fervor, she buries both her hands in his hair, not letting him go until she’s done.

  When they separate, Elsie’s head begins to clear like sunlight filtering through a cloudy sky. She quickly realizes that her pants are still undone and her shirt is bunched up. Her stomach is showing. She quickly yanks her shirt down as far as it will go so that John won’t see the scars covering her abdomen.

  He’ll see everything in the sunlight. Not yet, don’t ruin this just yet. Please! she tries to push the fear away so it doesn’t ruin their perfect moment.

  John noticed the urgent way Elsie pulled her shirt down. His gaze lowers along with his hands, sliding down her arms, over her hands, then coming to rest on her hips.

  “Let’s fix you up, Baby Girl,” he says before he lifts her effortlessly off the table and sets her feet gently on the floor.

  He lowers himself until he’s kneeling in front of her. As he moves his hands to her zipper, his eyes glimpse of a couple of scars across her abdomen, peeking out over the top of her black lace underwear. His hands open to hold her hips more firmly and more possessively as his fingertips caress the skin on her back lightly. John can feel Elsie’s body tense under his hands. He lowers his face to place a tender kiss on her scar. He feels her jump under his touch. He begins to leave a trail of kisses, as gentle as a butterfly, across her taut, creamy, white stomach, the splattering of old wounds is his lover. He wants to kiss away the pain he knows is deeply embedded within them on this fragile, beautiful woman.

  Elsie’s body shifts and melts into the tenderness of his kisses, John can feel it. He rests his cheek against her soft skin and wraps his arms tightly around her.

  What is he doing to me? He’s amazing, Elsie thinks, as her heart wants to burst with everything she’s feeling for him….and for her
self…right now. She buries her hands in his hair and presses him tightly against her in the most intimate hug she has ever had in her life.

  He lifts his face from her body and looks into her eyes. The raw, unguarded emotions in their eyes say more than any words ever could. He lowers his gaze and closes her pants. Then John stands and places his hands on her shoulders as hers come up to hold tightly to his sides. He kisses her firmly on the top of her head and holds the kiss, both of them motionless, sealing this tender moment.

  “Alright, Angel, time to get to work. That’s why I kidnapped you, I needed a slave,” he smirks at her winking.

  “And I bet it’s for a lot more than just cutting up vegetables, Big Fella,” Elsie replies, smirking right back at him.

  He throws his head back and lets out a deep belly laugh that fills the room. Elsie can’t help but join in, his laughter is contagious.

  “What’s so funny?” Brian asks as he walks into the kitchen from the living room.

  “Hey Bri, I was just telling Elsie that I kidnapped her because I needed a slave,” he answers Brian, still chuckling at the inside joke they’d shared.

  “I think it’s gonna be more like we’re her slaves, Bro,” Brian says with a shit eating grin that matches John’s.

  “You got that right,” John agrees, as he goes back behind the counter to finish putting the groceries away.

  “Hey, Baby Girl, is John treating you good, or am I gonna have to kick his ass?” Brian asks Elsie, before he bends to brush his lips against hers. It is a soft, gentle kiss and it takes Elsie by surprise.

  “Yeah,” she answers, and she feels a blush creeping up her chest, then her neck, across her face, then covering her scalp. “He’s putting me to work. I guess it’s better than sitting on my butt all day.”

  “Yeah, me too. You’d better have some good food here to make it up to us, right, Elsie?” Brian teases John, as he comes up behind Elsie and wraps his arms around her waist, while resting his chin on her shoulder.

  Elsie is completely out of her element, being coddled and smothered with affection by these two very caring, genuine, and sexy men. It has her a little off balance, but she feels good, comfortable, and appreciated, but most of all she feels desired and wanted. This new territory has softened her edge and taken the knife from her tongue.

  She’s relaxing, John thinks to himself. Her guards are coming down and she’s letting us in, thank God. Seeing this change fills him with relief and happiness. Hopefully, soon, we’ll find out what she’s hiding, and what’s holding her back. What the hell is her secret?

  “That’s right, ‘cause I know I’m going to be starved in a little while, and these vegetables aren’t going to be enough,” Elsie joins Brian in reprimanding John.

  John comes around the counter towards Brian and Elsie.

  “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t take care of all of your needs, Angel? I think I know what you need better than you do,” John tells her with a knowing smile. He lowers his face to hers and holds her chin in on one of his hands. He kisses her hard and deep, pushing her mouth open with his tongue, as Brian’s hands hold her, molding her to his front. Brian’s big hands are splayed open on her stomach, his fingers threatening to touch both her breasts and her sex.

  The sudden onslaught of arousal and stimulation breaks down more of Elsie’s guard, and she melts into both of them, her body leaning into Brian and her mouth returning the fervor of John’s kiss. When John breaks the kiss, Elsie is breathless and shaky.

  I am in so much trouble! Elsie thinks. But it’s going to be so worth it!

  John’s eyes bore into Elsie with hunger and desire. She can feel Brian’s erection pressing into her back and the heat from his hands penetrating her, as his heavy breathing from above her head fills her ears.

  “I guess we need to get to work, or else everyone will find us in a compromising position,” John says, his voice gravelly.

  “I suppose you’re right, I would have some serious explaining to do,” Elsie says, her voice a little high.

  All three of them laugh at the idea of the guests walking in and finding them naked, their limbs and bodies entwined together. They would all have some serious explaining to do.

  An hour later, not only has Elsie gotten the vegetables cut up, but she’s also carved flowers, trees, bowls and other works of art from the vegetables and fruits.

  “Holy cow, Elsie, that’s beautiful! It looks too good to eat. I didn’t know you were so artistic,” John praises Elsie’s food tray masterpiece.

  “Thank you, I’m a designer and have always created things from everyday stuff. My mom used to freak because I’d drag garbage home, then I’d turn it into something new. I’m not much of a cook, but I can make food look pretty,” she laughs, stepping back to admire her work.

  “Really? I didn’t know that, I’d love to see some your work,” he says looking at her with pride in his eyes.

  “Maybe one day you will,” she winks at him, not promising, but not putting him off either.

  “Well, I don’t have any more food for you to play with right now, but when I get everything out of the oven maybe you can help doing something nice with the table...,” he says, looking off into the dining area and grimacing.

  “Yeah, it does look kind of lame in there. Just point me in the direction of the decorations and I’ll put something together for you,” Elsie says, cocking her head to the side while her artistic wheels start turning.

  “Hey now, be gentle,” John mocks injury, as he holds his hand to his chest. “Go down the hallway to the first door on the right, the decorations are in there.”

  Elsie heads out, following John’s directions. Her voice comes from the other side of the house, “Really nice place.”

  Her compliment makes him feel good. He grown up poor and he vowed never to live in those conditions again. He knew all too well how it was to do without, to live everyday ashamed of being dirty and hungry, of the ripped, filthy clothes he’d had to wear every day. Never again.

  “Thanks,” he calls back.

  She re-enters the kitchen carrying a box.

  “Is there anything that’s off limits?” She asks, with a playful smile on her pixie face.

  This time it’s her enthusiasm that’s contagious, and he can’t help but give her a very wide grin.

  “Nope, knock yourself out,” he tells her happily.

  “Ok, just remember you said that, Mountain Man,” she warns, giving him a big smile as she turns on her heels with the box of treasures in her hands. She walks back out while humming Jingle Bells merrily to herself.

  A minute later Christmas carols are floating through the rooms from the IPod dock in the living room. John is filled with a feeling of…coming home, the emotion almost overwhelming.

  When Brian comes in later, after decorating the yard, he stops in his tracks. The first thing that hits him is the Christmas music. Next, the aromas of different foods which are making the air smell delicious. He finds Elsie putting the finishing touches in the dining room, glass ornaments hang beautifully from the chandelier over the table which now has a winter wonderland in the center. Looking around, he sees the other rooms have also been transformed with magical Christmas touches, instantly transporting you to an enchanted place full of miracles and wonder.

  “John!” Brian calls out.

  Elsie jumps, a worried look on her face.

  John comes around the corner… a towel hanging from his jeans like an apron.

  “Incredible, isn’t it? This place looks amazing. Did you know Elsie is a designer?” John says, looking around the room with a fascinated and pleased expression on his face.

  “Yeah? Where did you get all this stuff, Elsie?” Brian asks his eyes following John’s gaze around the room.

  “John had everything, I just put it together,” she answers them as her eyes follow along with theirs, her hands on her hips and a satisfied smile on her face.

  “You are incredible, Elsie,” Brian beams at h
er, then goes to her, lifts her chin up with one of his fingers, and places a light kiss on her lips. “Full of surprises, aren’t you, Dollface?” he remarks, before he heads into the kitchen.

  “Come one, Angel, why don’t you finish up and we’ll have some lunch,” John suggests, smiling proudly at her as well.

  “Ok, I’ll be right in,” Elsie answers him and turns back to the decorations she has in her hand. Taking advantage of the fact that they can’t see her, she mouths a silent, but very expressive, “Hell yeah!!!”, and does a fist pump.

  Elsie finishes up in the living room and puts away the remaining decorations. After she returns the boxes to the room she got them out of, she joins Brian and John in the kitchen. Brian and John are sitting at the breakfast bar with half-eaten sandwiches and glasses of milk, in front of them. There’s also a sandwich on a plate at the empty seat between them.

  “Come and eat, Baby Girl, then we’ll have to get cleaned up. I made you a turkey sandwich on wholegrain bread, I hope it’s ok. People will start arriving in a little while,” John tells Elsie, patting the chair between him and Brian.

  “John makes a mean sandwich, he’s gonna make someone a good wife someday,” Brian teases.

  “Shut up! You’re just jealous ‘cause you don’t know the difference between a stove and a washing machine,” John says as he slaps Brian on the back of the head.

  Elsie can’t help but laugh at the playful banter. Their laid back, and very familiar relationship, makes her feel like there is already a place for her with them.

  “I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other yet, the way you go at it,” Elsie laughs as she takes her seat between the two big men.

  “He would miss me too much if I wasn’t here,” Brian goads John.

  “Hmmph, more than likely I’d be too bored without him,” John huffs out the admission.

  “This looks wonderful, thank you, John,” Elsie says smiling shyly at him. She is still a little tentative, not really knowing how to act in this completely foreign situation.