Elsie can feel the wetness oozing from her as she clenches her thighs. The heat pouring off the men burns her in the most delicious ways. They are equally powerful, dominant, and pillars of male perfection, but in very different, intoxicating ways. One alone is intense, both of them together promises to be explosive. Elsie watches them from under hooded eyes, drunk with desire, burning with need and hunger.
“Are you excited right now, Elsie, do you like being bound like that?” John questions her huskily.
“Yes,” the answer comes quickly but quietly.
“If we touch your pussy right now we’ll find it soaking wet, won’t we Angel?” he asks, moving now, beginning to circle her.
“Yes,” she says tightly.
“Have you ever been spanked, Elsie?”
“No,” she squeaks out.
The thought of it makes her heart jump.
“Have you ever been whipped, or caned, or flogged,” comes the next question from very close, but barely a whisper behind her. His face is so close to her ear that his warm breath licks her skin, so softly and seductively it makes her lids dip with desire.
“No,” she whispers.
“You want us to do this, don’t you Angel?” John rumbles deeply. His lips are a breath away from her shoulder, she can almost feel them gliding across her hot flesh as he speaks.
Elsie swallows hard, trying to hold back the moan creeping up her throat. Her head rolls to the side silently, begging him to touch her with his mouth, to please do something. The need inside her is becoming stronger.
“Yes,” she finally lets out a quiet plea. If John hadn’t been so intimately close to her, he wouldn’t have heard it.
“Tell me, Angel,” his lips like a butterfly on the thin skin of her ear with his words, “Does the thought of the kissing sting of the crop, on this beautiful body of yours, make your pussy clench with need?”
“Yes,” she calls out with need as her eyes close and her head dips back.
Brian kneels at Elsie’ feet, separating them and attaching something to her ankles. Her eyes open and she looks down. It’s a bar that holds her legs spread open. The cool air on her hot, wet, sex sends a ripple through her. The thrill of having her legs spread, leaving her open and waiting, is exhilarating. The intoxication that’s coming over her is hot and thick, and it’s seeping through her veins like the sweetest, most delicious drug.
John moves to stand in front of her now, a riding crop in his hand.
Elsie’s mouth goes dry and she lets out a little gasp.
“Feel the leather, Angel,” John says as he glides the cool tip over the front of her body.
He starts by placing the edge at the base of Elsie’s neck. It makes her head dip back as he glides it down her chest, around her nipples, over her stomach, down one leg and up the inside of the other and finally over her sex. She’s getting drunk from its touch.
Suddenly, another is caressing the skin on the back of her body and a visible chill moves through her.
“I’m going to blindfold you, Elsie. We want you to get lost in the sensations, put you in a world where nothing exists except feeling,” John tells her, his voice low and deep as his eyes sear into hers.
John moves to stand behind Elsie, so close they’re almost touching. Their body heat is embracing and enveloping each other, pulling them closer. He snakes a hand around Elsie’s neck and captures her chin. Pulling her to him slowly, her head dips back and she leans against his naked chest. John turns her face to look up at him as his mouth takes her. He needs to taste her, savor her, and make her moan. Nibbling along her cheek, he moves down to enjoy the perfect line of her jaw. His mouth comes to kiss her swollen lips and he sucks and bites them. A soft moan passes through her lips and John swallows it as if it were the elixir of life. Tasting her lips, feeling the softness of her tongue, he sends her into a world of erotic darkness.
Elsie is bathed in darkness, feelings, and sensations. Her skin is already singing with anticipation for the first stinging kiss from the crop.
John takes this opportunity to let the raw primal hunger he has for Elsie show. He looks on her longingly, ravenously, and possessively. To him, in this moment, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. She is open and waiting, the hunger on her face is so beautiful. Her whole body is alive with desire, passion, and wanting. She has opened the door to that passionate woman who she’s kept locked up for so long and is giving her to them. Freely and without inhibitions, she has surrendered her passion. For them, for him, and for what she knows only he can give her. Because he knows without a doubt that he is falling in love with her.
The realization of John’s feelings for her fills him with apprehension…and with hope.
But right now, it’s time to take Elsie to the world she’s yearned for.
The cool leather strokes the flesh of her back and she arches from its touch.
Snick, the light sting pops on the front of her thigh, just at the crease where it V’s.
Pulse goes her loins.
Elsie sucks in a deep breath at the light stinging sensation. It feels so deliciously good.
The soft leather strokes her front.
Smack on her ass cheek.
Throb goes her pussy.
Yes, don’t stop, please…she moans inside.
The wave of desire is building, getting stronger and stronger. Her whole body is ignited with lust. She’s falling, swirling, giving herself over to the sensations, there is nothing but her and the feelings. She is almost gone.
The stroking and the smacks go back and forth, alternating from front to back.
The abyss of erotic oblivion has almost completely enveloped her. There is nothing but the crop and her hunger. Each kiss of the leather sends her further into its embrace. She’s throbbing and pulsing, open wide for it to take her completely. She can feel her need tighten and rise, her desire becoming stronger and heavier. That orgasmic cliff, she’s certain to fall from, is getting higher and higher, they’re taking her to a new level of hunger and she’s sure the fall is going to kill her.
Smack, smack, smack on her ass.
“Yes…,” she moans dreamily.
Thwap, thwap, thwap, back and forth on her nipples.
“Oooooooooooooooohhh,” comes the long moan from Elsie’s lips.
She pushes her breasts out for more. The shock waves shoot straight to her throbbing core making her want to cry out with need…….for something.
“Please…,” she sighs dreamily as her head dips back. She’s no longer here, but in that mystical place of desire.
The veil of arousal is getting heavier and thicker, consuming her almost completely now.
Smack where her thighs meet below the cheeks of her ass.
THROB, THROB, THROB goes her pussy.
“Yessssssssssss,” she moan
Snick, snick again on her nipples.
She’s panting, delirious from the high.
Smack between her thighs, on her wet sex.
“OH PLEASE…,” she moans.
So close…
Thwap, thwap, thwap on her mound, just above her clit.
The riveting, electrifying, sensations jolt through her, shooting her full of that erotic drug.
“PLEASE…,” she pleads again as her head falls back again.
The torture is exquisite.
Her body is rigid with her need coiled tightly, like a snake waiting to strike when her orgasm finally explodes inside of her.
Her nipples are clasped tightly between fingers, holding out their points.
Smack, smack, smack, smack back and forth across her nipples.
Jolts shoot to her pussy, teasing her with the orgasm that is sure to explode.
“PLEEEEEEASE!!!” Elsie screams, her need almost unbearable.
Still those fingers hold her nipples, twisting them between their tight grasp.
Thwap! on her clit.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” she yells.
Almost, just a little more. Whit
e hot flashes explode behind her eyelids with the whispers of an intense climax that’s teetering on the edge.
She’s so close, so incredibly, deliciously, painfully close, so close it hurts. Hurts so good.
THWAP, THWAP, THWAP on her clit without stopping. The fingers holding her nipples pinch harder.
“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Elsie screams.
The orgasm tears through her with the unending stimulation and it’s almost unbearable.
“OHGODOHGODOHGOD!” she moans loudly.
Tears begin to run down her cheeks from the intensity of it.
The hands from her nipples move to release her from the chain.
The hand holding the crop drops it and bends to remove the spreader bar from her feet.
John sweeps her up and carries her to the bed, holding her close and feeling her body tremble in his arms with the intensity of what she just experienced.
Brian picks up his shorts and walks to the door. He turns to look at his good friend and his woman. His heart constricts with longing so deep, it goes beyond his comprehension. Maybe one day he’ll find the woman that makes him feel like that. He suddenly misses something he’s never had, someone he’s never met who already holds his heart.
John pulls Elsie’s blindfold off and kisses her passionately and tenderly. Her legs open for him as she pushes her body into him.
“Make love to me,” she whispers to him.
His mouth devours hers with an intensity he’s never felt before. All of his reservations are crumbling. Each touch and each kiss tearing down that wall he’d built around his heart. He’s no longer afraid of being hurt, or hurting someone. He no longer fears the demons that have tormented him for so many years. Nothing can stop him. He can no longer fight the need to make her his. She is what he’s been waiting for all his life, she is why he was born. It took allowing himself to have her, with the only other person he’s trusted in his life, to realize that.
John pours everything that he feels, all of the need that has built up in his body, all of his heart, and his soul into making love to Elsie.
This is a union of love, of bodies, and of souls.
CHAPTER 14 “We are scanning the scene in the city tonight. We are looking for you to start up a fight. Seek and destroy.” Lyrics “Seek And Destroy” by Metallica
Elsie woke up alone, sprawled out naked in John’s big bed. As she stretches, every part of her body reminds her of the unbelievably erotic night the two men had given her. They took her to the moon and back, twice over. A tremor of arousal rolls through her body with the memories of the mind-blowing sensations she’d experienced.
“Oh, my Goooooooooood,” she moans, laughing as she buries her head in John’s pillow.
Wow, wow, wow!! That was infuckingcredible last night! her mind screams as she feels her loins clenching and wetness beginning to spread between her legs. She inhales deeply, and John’s scent fills her, making her breath hitch.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she says quietly as she rubs her cheek tenderly against the white pillow.
“Good morning,” she whispers to him hugging his makeshift replacement tightly.
She knew she would be alone because he’d warned her he’d be gone early. He needed to get ready for the competition today. It doesn’t matter that the competition is only for show, there are no titles at stake tonight. A fighter isn’t a fighter if he doesn’t always fight to win. Take down the enemy, that’s the mission…no exceptions.
As much as she doesn’t want to, she gets up. pausing by the side of the bed to stare out the window that overlooks the backyard. Memories of her and John sitting on the dock, gazing out over the narrow canal and listening to the sounds of the early evening, slowly wash over her. She remembers their fire and making S’mores and how she pulled his head down so she could lick the smeared, melted, chocolate from the corner of his mouth. Oh, how she laughed at the silly sight of this big tough guy roasting marshmallows. But mostly, she’s overcome with how good it felt to be held in the crook of his arm as they sat quietly, wrapped in a blanket, looking up at the stars and how she thought she had never been so utterly content before in her entire life.
John, what are you doing to me? she wonders as her heart swells.
Emotions fill her, and memories of the feel of his skin against hers take her breath away. Her heart skips a beat again, remembering the sight of him when she’d opened the door to her trailer on set and found him waiting for her with those beautiful roses.
Was that only yesterday? she questions.
They have history now, memories branded within the deepest, most intimate, parts of each other. She knows she’s not alone. She can feel it when he takes her in his arms, and when his lips touch her. There is a deep connection between them that they have both been afraid to acknowledge, constantly skirting around and pretending it isn’t there.
Oh God, it’s happened, she moans. I’ve fallen for him…hard!
She heaves a sigh and walks quietly across the large room; it feels even bigger now without John and Brian filling the space. She goes to the shower and turns on the water. As she waits for the water to warm up, she opens his drawers and cabinets, looking at all of his things. She wonders if he keeps peroxide and alcohol under the sink, does he have Band-Aids and a styptic pencil, like her dad did, and does he use spray or stick deodorant. Every little one of his private secrets, she wants to know. She wants to see in her mind how he goes about his day, so that when she’s not with him she can feel him close.
*
-I’m downstairs girlie- Janie texts Elsie.
The three of them are driving to the competition together, Elsie, Janie and Elizabeth. The men are doing whatever it is that warriors do before battle. Elsie’s not quite sure how the driving arrangements worked out for the men, but it was senseless for each of them to drive alone when they are all going to the same place.
Elsie grabs the phone as she’s shoving a foot into one of her boots.
-Putting my shoes on, be right down-
Shoving the other foot in its mate, she takes one last glance in the mirror to check her appearance.
After last night, she feels different. She doesn’t look different, still the same short blue-black hair and blue eyes, same cocky half-grin, same clothes, but there is something definitely different about her. She moves closer to the mirror and studies herself. There is something different, she can feel it. She narrows her eyes at her reflection, looking a little more closely at the woman gazing back at her. That’s it, that right there is exactly it. It’s the look in her eyes. She looks calmer, more serene, more comfortable in her own skin, and she finally feels like a woman, not a young lady, or a girl, anymore. The thought that she’s finally finding herself makes her smile and fills her with a sense of pride.
Maybe the time has come for the caterpillar to turn into a butterfly.
A ping on her phone alerts for another text message.
-Hi Angel, was thinking about you, can’t wait to see you. You’re still coming right?- it’s John.
Oh, my God! He texted me! she thinks, feeling like a teenager.
A tremor of excitement ripples through her. Her body throbs all over, just from his simple message. Her heat rises and her heart rate accelerates. Yep, she’s definitely got it bad. And it’s not just the sex.
-Of course I’m coming, Janie’s waiting for me downstairs right now. See you soon-
-Don’t let her speed, see you soon-
He’s over-protective even long distance, she thinks, smiling broadly to herself.
Realizing she’s taking a long time, Elsie slips her blue pea coat on, then grabs her pocketbook and keys, shoving her phone in her pocket while running out the door. When the elevator arrives, and the door opens, she exhales a brief sigh of relief. There’s no Beach Barbie in there that she’ll have to stare down. But not even she could ruin her mood tonight.
Elsie turns the corner outside and finds Janie in her usual spot, by the hydrant. T
hey wave at each other as Elsie jogs the few feet to the car.
“Elizabeth next?” Elsie asks, as she gets in the car, closes the door, and puts on her seatbelt.
“Yep, then we’re off,” Janie answers her smiling. She turns to look at her friend with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. “I’m really looking forward to watching the boys tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes and no,” Elsie laughs. “As long as they all win.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that, those guys have more talent than we can even imagine. I think we are going to be in for one hell of a show tonight,” Janie says as she pulls out into traffic. She can’t hide the excitement in her voice.
*
Driving down highway 17 in Myrtle Beach is like being stuck in a bad dream of tacky tourists. All along the roadside are miniature-golf courses and so-called surf shops, which are filled with souvenirs and beach crap. In reality hardly anyone surfs here. The six lanes of traffic are always slow and often bumper to bumper. It’s easy to forget that the ride takes about an hour and a half until you’re halfway there and you’ve already been in the car almost an hour.
When they finally arrive at the Convention Center, the parking attendant tells them the lot is full and they’ll have to use the pay lot on the next block. The sun’s almost completely down and the temperature has really dropped. With the icy ocean breeze blowing in from a couple of blocks away, the short walk is going to be hell.
They park and finally enter the exhibition hall, and the energy level instantly shoots through the roof. The girls step to the side and look around the room. There are banners and signs hanging from the ceiling and on the walls, with mean-looking fighters plastered on them. Angry metal music is being pumped in, fueling the fervor of the crowd and the fighters. The girls are looking for any familiar faces as they’re assessing the crowd. There’s a wide mix of people filling the space. Fighters dressed in their gyms’ logos, starry-eyed boys hoping to get noticed by their idols, and lots of groupies. Many of the girls have on skin tight t-shirts, with their favorite fighter’s name stretched across their breasts, and some of them are in booty-shorts. There are so many people packed in the hall, all the body heat making the temperature rise, the air conditioner needed to be turned on.
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