JOINED (The Joined Series)

by Alexia Stone

  “Don’t think I’ll ever forget about this tush.” He emphasized by pinching at the fullest part of my butt.

  I tried to suppress a wail, but couldn’t. “That’s right, Rebecca. You can experience the best sensations in almost every orifice of your body, especially in your ass.”

  “I bet. Here I thought it only functioned as an exit!”

  He snickered. “You can stand up now.” As I stood up and stretched, he looked at my calves. I didn’t even remember that I have five-inch heels on.

  I stood in front of him and placed two of my fingers into his mouth. He nipped at them and released them. I massaged his nipples until they grew erect. His penis was engorged again and cupped my face.

  “Your touch…”. Leaning into him, I twirled my tongue on his nipples. When I pinched his pointed nipples, and licked his areola, he grabbed me. He charged me against his huge window, lifting me up again. I wrapped my legs around his lean waist, rushing my hands through his silky hair.

  With a grin, he moved forward, flinging me over his shoulders. “Wait-what-“

  “You forget, Rebecca. I haven’t gotten to your ass. And there’s no way I’ll go without a proper introduction!”

  I slapped his back hard, trying to reach for his ass. Instead, he playfully swatted my ass hard—twice.

  “I want to you too, baby.” I almost cried at the term of endearment. I reminded myself to leave my emotions at the door and I let my lust reign again.

  He laid me on his floor and I bent my knees and spread my legs wide for him. Mateja moved down and bit each of my calves, groaning low in his throat.

  His cock tented through his boxers near my chest, he lowered his head and kissed me hungrily, no longer warming me up to his touch. My neck and collarbones were covered with his kisses. Motioning me to remain still, he took off his boxers, revealing his handsome shaft and sack. He traced his tongue on my outer sex. After putting a ton of lubricant on his fingers, he massaged my back entrance, the touch tingled the nerves from my sex to my rectum.

  “Close your eyes. Relax.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  The sensations all over my body left me on edge, as his fingers and tongue worked in beautiful accompaniment. “There you go, baby.” Passing through my tight rim of muscle, he worked my rectum until it no longer clamped around his finger. I lifted my hips up to get more access to his touch, unsure of my ability to speak. He brushed his finger up and down my ass, and began penetrating me again. This was the most vulnerable I felt in my entire life. It felt so forbidden and the pain washed away, the pleasure soared.

  Penetrating my core and my anus, I moaned. I opened my eyes, meeting his relaxed glance. Each thrust he gave into my openings left me stretching and tightening on his fingers. He thrust into me deeper. When I came, I cried from the aftershocks. The on-going gratification I felt was inexplicable.

  CHAPTER 11

  Mateja took out a condom from a pocket near the opening for his crotch of his boxers. Deep inside me in one plunge, his heavy balls hit the nerves near my anus. He kept slamming into me, pulling my turgid breast each time with his talented fingers. My body revved up even more.

  Hardening even more inside me, Matega grunted, a purposeful look formed over his face. “Ahhhh.” As he moved more rapidly, his sack smacked into me harder than before, creating a new rush and needfulness in my anus, one I thought was impossible.

  Mateja never looked away, aware exactly of what my body needed, and how satisfy me. My eyes kept opening and closing from my carnal high. Fractionally, his speed slowed. Just when I thought he was as taxed as I was, he rubbed my sensitized clit.

  “Now baby.”

  I couldn’t hold out any longer. I thrashed as I climaxed again. Disappointed that I couldn’t hold out a little longer until he did, I covered my face. “This is not a race,” Mateja murmured. And in that precise moment I felt him come inside me. Tentatively gazing up at him, my post-coital bliss heightened by the heat radiating in his eyes.

  “You’re the best aphrodisiac.” Carefully, he easily carried me. My limps felt numb. He brought me against his wide window, the lights of the city were bright and the surrounding buildings were beautiful. The night came to life. A finger brought my head back. “You thought I was going to fuck you here earlier. You’re right.” I brought my hands above my head, my breasts lifted higher, brushing against his chest. I watched him as he sheathed himself with another condom.

  He pumped into me hard, leaving my thighs quaking to not shake. My grip around him tightened. His fingers pressed into my hips. “See. How. We. Fit.” He punctuated with each plunge. My head banged against his thick window.

  “God! Your pussy sucks me in like a vacuum. Always tight and ready.” With heavy lidded eyes, he motioned his head in disbelief. I felt his forehead pressed down on me. “And to think that anyone with a window is watching us, jacking off, wishing he’s the one to have you to himself.”

  I gasped at the thought. My heels flew off the moment. His hands moved down my ass, moving me away from the window by a few inches. He flipped me over, removed himself, and penetrated me to the hilt

  “Ohh myy. Oh myyy...God.”

  “Oh. Fucking. Yes.” We came at the same time. Still inside me, my vagina jerked around him again and he blew out an audible sigh.

  Almost falling to the ground, he carried me again. He sat down and pulled me down to him. Gently rocking me in his arms, a sense of peace and comfort seemed to wash over him. I linked my arms over my swollen and sore chest, fearful that I looked like a soiled mutt.

  “Stop it.” He slapped my hands away from my chest, pried my legs wide open with his knee. “You keep forgetting that this is when you’re your most beautiful, other than when you come, of course.” Mateja looked at me seriously. I wanted to suck him dry and numb for such a wonderful compliment. And that’s when I knew. My fear grew. I began to feel anxious; in the short time that I spent with him, my body was ruined for other men.

  He held me in his lap, watching me with a small smile hovering the edges of his lips. Mateja Guvo was the first man that made me think of sex as a shared experience.

  “Thank you…for your words and the sex. Around you, I constantly feel grateful.”

  “You didn’t ask me.”—He ran his sticky fingers through my scalp and I giggled—“In time, you’ll accept compliments more easily. It took me time too…” His voice trailed off.

  “Hmm,” I murmured, relaxing as he massaged my scalp more tenderly. “Why would you have difficulty accepting compliments?” The idea to me sounded ridiculous.

  He ignored my question. “Upstairs, you’ll find a bathroom to your first right. There’s a phone inside the bathroom should you need to get ahold of me. Dial 3. Connects directly to my cell phone.”

  I inclined my head to him. Feeling better and less wobbly, I stood up. He remained seated, slowly peering at my thighs, and up to my face.

  “Next to the bathroom, there’s a sitting room, where you’ll find a fridge with water and juices, some crackers…and dry fruit.”

  “Okay. I am going to go for that shower now.”

  “Take as long as you’d like. I’ll be taking a bath too. I recommend you do the same, soak your muscles a little,” he remarked with amusement.

  Mateja sped up the long steps and he was gone.

  I ran back down to retrieve my purse from the floor and I walked upstairs. I took my phone and responded to a few messages. R u ok? –Bray-. In response, I wrote: Safe and Sound. Be home 2nite. Bray: C u then. I knew Sarah was still busy studying, probably pulling her hair out, so I’d text her later.

  Why didn’t he invite me to shower with him? Mateja treated me with kindness and made me feel treasured. Even if he didn’t think so, he was a generous lover, knew when to be affectionate and when to be aggressive. Endless women would happily be at his beck and call. But that wasn’t the point. He chose me for tonight.

  Once I opened the bathroom door, I clutched my hands to my chest a
nd processed the light floral scent and mist in the air. The bubble bath was already prepared and a tall wide mirror directly in front of the light blue bathtub had a note attached to it:MY REBECCA, SAVORING YOUR BODY AND YOUR PASSION HAS BECOME MY GREATEST JOY. I THANK YOU. ENJOY YOUR BATH. MATEJA.

  As I languidly descended into the heated claw foot tub, I held the small note in my hand, reading it more times than I could remember. I didn’t want to let it go because I felt like that would make it less real. The texture of the off-white stationary paper was crisp, probably Neenah paper. I placed his note on the slim black stool. After playing with the bubbles and scrubbing myself thoroughly with the dainty washcloth and washing my hair, I almost fell asleep. The bathroom was so serene and it seemed so separate from the rest of his apartment. A small mechanism between both turn dials kept the water at a warm temperature, maintaining the romantic look of the mist in the big room.

  More a combination of a woman’s dressing room and a bathroom, I sat on the stool, combing through my hair when the loud ringing disrupted my reverie. I applied a light facial crème to my pale looking face, realizing that I forgot to bring the small make-up case that Sarah told me to bring for tonight. Hastening my hair in a coil at the crown of my head, I answered the phone, deciding to detangle my hair later.

  “You alright?”

  “Yes,” I replied shyly.

  “Good. Do you have everything you need there?”

  “Yes. It’s really… all perfect, just wonderful, Mateja.” My voice vibrated with excitement.

  “I am happy to hear that. You make me happy.” He fell silent for a moment, yet I could hear his breathing over the phone. He hung up the phone and a knot formed in my throat.

  ***

  With my robe on, I padded into his living room bare-footed, and headed into the darky decorated kitchen. Steel pots and pans hung on a thin bar at the center of the island. Mateja was behind his island in casually understated clothing. Clearly moneyed, though. His dark brown hair was combed back, still damp from his shower. Prior to approaching him, his soap and masculine scent dispersed into the air. Over powering his scent though, was the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food.

  How could he look so sexy in the kitchen? I never would have pictured him doing anything in the kitchen besides drinking a glass of coffee or liquor. I didn’t even know what his liquor of preference was. Another reminder that there too much I didn’t know about him.

  A grin flashed on his face. “I was just checking up on you. Hope you didn’t rush.”

  I sat on one of the three wooden stools, not feminine at all like the one in the bathroom. “I didn’t rush. The bath set-up. All of it was lovely, Mateja, especially the note. You can be quite romantic.”

  “Good. I meant every word,” he said, taking out three flatware dishes and silverware. His voice softened and his body lost its rigidity. “I made a vegetable salad, roasted chicken, and seasoned rice. Chilled wine and other beverages are also available,” he added.

  “Thank you. The food smells amazing.” At Mateja inclining his head at me in question, I told him that I wanted a serving of all three. Serving me hefty portions, he said, “Enjoy.” I wrapped the white robe closer to my body, wondering where my clothes and heels went but I didn’t want him to think that I wanted to leave him.

  “Wine? The hard stuff?”

  “Water will do. Thank you.”

  Mateja brought me a tall glass of ice-cold water. “You’re very welcome. When you drink alcohol, what do you drink?”

  “Red wine, champagne sometimes. I don’t care for beer anymore.”

  “I like red wine too. But I am scotch or rum man,” he offered and I inwardly smiled because we were having a simple conversation.

  “How’s the food?”

  “Yummy.” I placed the silverware down. “You’re not hungry?” I wondered, considering earlier.

  Mateja shot me a knowing glance. “I ate before you came. I knew I would break a sweat.” He wickedly grinned at me. “You’ve sated me, for now.”

  I almost choked on my food. Re-directing the focus of the conversation, I reminded him, “There was something you said we needed to talk about at the hotel.”

  “Yes, Rebecca,” he said implacably. “I want to talk about us.”

  “Us?” I liked the sound of that but I inwardly bristled at the reminder. It wasn’t like he broached the subject with care before at his room in the yoga studio. “‘Under my command”” I pursed my lips at him with mirth. “What does that entail? About to dish out another serving for myself, Mateja took the plate from me.

  Mateja chuckled as I reminded him what he told me. “The same?”

  I nodded, sitting down again. He served me a second portion.

  “So, what—you’re like a Dominant or something? Am I supposed to be your submissive? I feel like I am being selfish. And I have a problem with being selfish.”

  He chortled. “I am not a dominant. I just like things done my way sometimes. There’s more to being a Dom than wanting to have control, a much greater responsibility. The BDSM culture has been stigmatized for far too long. It’s been applied incorrectly…to the point of comprising one physically and mentally.” He paused, his voice was raw and he frowned. “the complete opposite intention of the lifestyle. As for being a Submissive, it’s humorous to give you to that title.”—I stopped eating and I crossed my arms—“And don’t even dare try to look affronted. About your struggle with selfishness, work on it.”

  I ignored how he reduced my vices to a “work on it” and I was proud that he respected the BDSM lifestyle and wasn’t close-minded about it. I knew that his control during sex and talking dirty helped me maintain my libido. “So, do you get off on tending to every woman you’re attracted to?” The tension was palpable again. I intentionally asked him, knowing that I sounded petulant, not sincerely curious with this question.

  “Not ‘till I met you.” He finally took a seat on a stool. “Look, I’ve been with many women. I can get laid whenever I want. I never got off on that and I still don’t. Just isn’t my gig. Okay?”

  “Hear you loud and clear.”

  “Good. I don’t think of you as my latest walking and breathing fuck. We owe each other this: to be safe, responsible and inform each other of any pertinent changes in status, including place of residence, occupational status, relationship status, physical and medical health. Agreed?”

  “I agree but—“

  “But? The only butt you should concern yourself with is that luscious one cushioning you on my stool.”

  I crossed my arms at that very truth and he looked at me amusingly. “I figured as much. Does that mean that we don’t have to be monogamous?”

  “I don’t want to share you with anyone.” His voice came out strong and he paused. “However, I am not unreasonable.” He finger combed his hair.

  “I don’t want to have sex with other people.” I quirked the side of my face at him. “If we continue to have sex, I am not going to share you.”

  “I am glad you feel the same way. Because quite honestly, if I see you touch another guy, I’ll have to fight my impulse to break his face in.” He sighed. “Let’s do this for one to two months.”

  The corner of my lips started to curl up and I pinched them. After a long stretch of silence, I said, “Sounds good.”

  Mateja got up and leaned into me, chastely kissing me on my forehead. Everything about his touch and the way he looked at me felt different. “Stay with me tonight,” he said softly and my breath halted. I was shocked. He still sounded strong, but there was no disguising the tenderness in his face. “We won’t have sex. I know I don’t deserve you. I just need you with me, at least for tonight. Let me be your lover.”

  I placed my hand on his heart and felt it thumping hard. I was so proud that I didn’t unleash the water works. I knew this was major for him; even though I had a relationship before this was a big deal for me. I wanted to be his lover too. “I am not going to settle for having your
body next to mine for a night. I need more. Can you give me what’s locked up in here?” I made circles around his heart. I already wanted too much from him as it was.

  “God…Rebecca what are you doing to me?” He whispered and he held my face in his hands.

  “You need to get to the point where you know that you deserve to connect with someone else, Mateja. And not just by having amazing sex.” He waggled his eyebrows for a slight moment and I crossed my arms. “Being with you makes me want more too and that has to count for something. But I need to know that I can say no to you.” I brushed my finger on his soft lips. “Because I know we deserve it, because I value what can develop between us. I am not giving in anymore tonight.”