by Roz Lee
“Do you want this, Elgin?”
“Mistress, you know I do. Please, let me loose so I can make you feel good. I promise, I can make you feel good.”
“I’m sure you can, but I can take care of myself, Elgin.” She dropped into the chair and spread her legs. Her pink pussy glistened with moisture, and he thought he’d go off right there if he didn’t get to touch her soon. “You can have it, Elgin, when I’m sure you’ve told me everything. You said you trust me with your life, but I want you to trust me with the things that are killing you.” Her fingers, still streaked with clay, parted her folds and stroked through her juices as she spoke. “Tell me, Elgin. Why did you abandon your grandmother for fifteen years?”
What the fuck? Hud couldn’t wrap his head around what she was asking him. His brain suffered from oxygen deprivation as his entire blood flow was directed at maintaining his erection. “I. . .I didn’t abandon her.”
“Then what do you call it? You left and didn’t return until it was too late.” Mary Beth dipped one finger into her pussy. Her head dropped back, and she closed her eyes. Her lips parted on a ragged sigh. Shit. Every cell in his body strained to get to her, to claim her as his.
“I wrote to her. I sent her money.”
“Was that enough, Elgin?” She added another finger to her pussy. Hud watched her hand pump in and out. “Why did you leave?”
“I couldn’t stay.”
“You were the town bad-boy.” Her other hand joined in the fun, setting up a matching rhythm against her clit. “I’ve heard the stories they tell about you.” She bucked her hips off the chair and groaned in ecstasy. “Did you know you were a sub when you were a teenager?”
“Yes, goddamn it! I had to leave this town. I couldn’t stay here. There wasn’t anything here for me. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Why didn’t you come see her, Elgin?” Mary Beth reached for something on the sofa. Hud tried to jerk the eyebolt from the wall when he saw the dildo in her hand. It was as big as his cock, and lifelike in appearance.
“Don’t, Mistress. Let me, please,” he begged. She lubricated the rubber cock with her own juices and spread her legs wider. Hud almost choked on his tongue as she rammed the thing home in one hard stroke.
“Answer me, Elgin.” She slid the cock out and back in. Her hips left the chair, and his head swam. He tried to focus on the conversation, though how she carried on a conversation and fucked herself at the same time, he didn’t know.
“I was such a disappointment to her. I. . . I couldn’t stand to see it in her eyes.” God, how was it possible to be so damned aroused and cry at the same time?
Mary Beth pumped the cock harder, rocking her hips with each thrust. “She was so proud of you, Elgin. She told everyone about her grandson, the government agent.”
"Ah, shit! I didn’t know.” Tears ran in rivers down his cheeks. “I didn’t know,” he sobbed.
Through his tears, he watched Mary Beth fuck herself. He was desperate to sink into her body, to find the comfort he craved there between her creamy thighs. Buried inside her body, he wouldn’t be able to think of anything but her, and her pleasure.
A shrill sound pulsed through the air like a nuclear warning siren. The alarm. Shit.
“Come for me, Elgin. Now,” Mary Beth commanded.
Hud pumped his hips while the alarm screeched. Tears streamed down his cheeks and wet his shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut and within moments, hot come shot against his stomach as he lost control. Beyond the roar in his head and the screeching of the alarm clock, he heard Mary Beth give in to her own climax.
He fought to remain on his feet. His mistress hadn’t given him permission to move, and he wouldn’t disobey her order. He needed her too much.
* * * * *
Mary Beth released Elgin from his restraints and led him to the shower. She pulled his soiled shirt over his head and pulled him under the spray with her. He stood like a docile puppy while she soaped him and gently washed the sweat and come off his body. When she was through with him, he stood by while she cleansed herself. Afterwards, she dried them both and retrieved their clothes. Elgin stepped into his jeans, but didn’t want to wear the shirt, still wet with his come. Mary Beth insisted, and he pulled it over his head.
He sat on the stool she provided and watched her work. She stopped at noon, pulled sandwiches and sodas from the fridge, and they sat at her worktable and ate. When they were done, she gave him permission to speak.
“Tell me about your grandmother.”
For the next few hours, Mary Beth sculpted and Elgin talked. He went through most of the sodas in her little refrigerator, and every snack she had squirreled away for those times when she got so involved she didn’t want to stop to fix a meal.
When he finally ran out of words, she walked around the table and kissed him on the lips. It was a soft kiss, not sexual in any way. He kept his hands in his lap, so their only contact was at the point where their lips met. Mary Beth drew away. “Go home, Elgin. Don’t take the shirt off until you come back to me tomorrow. Bring a clean shirt with you then.”
Mary Beth locked the door behind him, and curled on the sofa in a ball and cried. Damn. She’d tried so hard to remain detached, but she’d failed miserably. She’d never forget the sight of Elgin, so strong, so damned beautiful, chained and vulnerable. Crying. Dear God. His trust humbled her, and made her heart ache for him. She’d never met anyone like him. Strong, yet fragile. Brave, but frightened.
Every protective instinct in her body had told her to go to him, to let him loose, take him in her arms and tell him it would be okay. But it wouldn’t be okay. The rope he’d woven was unraveling, and if he was going to stop it, he had to understand what was causing it to come apart. Platitudes from her wouldn’t help.
She knew he harbored secrets, but she’d had no idea how deep the pain went. You didn’t have to be an artist to see and appreciate his physical strength. But more important was his inner strength. He did a damned good job of holding the pain in, but if you looked close you could see it in his eyes, in taut lines of his jaw. She supposed most people didn’t see past the long eyelashes, the strong cheekbones and that scruffy, un-kept look he sported—more because it was easier, she suspected, than a fashion choice. It took a very strong person to live with that kind of pain and turn it into something productive, a life dedicated to public service.
His grandmother had been right. He was a hero, more so than Mrs. Huddleston had known.
She was helping him. He wouldn’t have come back if their first session hadn’t touched something inside him, but keeping her hands off him, except in her role as his Mistress, was harder than she had imagined it would be. All the while she’d touched herself, she’d envisioned Elgin’s strong hands stroking her, his trim hips between her legs, his cock splitting her in two, his body and hers, one. He’d pleaded for her to free him, so he could do all the things she was imagining, and resisting had taken every bit of strength she could muster. Nevertheless, he’d touched her in the most intimate way possible – he’d touched her soul.
She was falling in love with Elgin Huddleston, and he would break her heart when he left.
Chapter Six
Elgin was in better spirits when he came to her the following day. His posture was straighter, his eyes clearer, and there was even a hint of a swagger in the way he walked. Whether he knew it or not, he was getting better. He was slowly weaving the ragged ends of his life back together. She allowed herself a moment to admire this new, improved Elgin. A man like him, fully in control of his life, would be a magnificent lover. He’d give his body and soul freely, and without internal baggage, his focus would be entirely on pleasing his mistress. A wave of sadness swept over her at the certainty that Elgin would never be hers. As soon as he found what he’d come home for, he’d be gone again.
He wore the shirt with the come stains from the previous day, and carried a small plastic grocery sack with a change of clothes inside. “I couldn’t be s
een walking across the street carrying my clothes, now could I?” he asked. “What would the neighbors think?”
“Do you care what they think, Elgin?”
“No, not about me. I don’t want them getting the wrong idea about you, Mistress.”
“Take all your clothes off, and stand in your spot.”
Mary Beth watched him follow her orders. He remembered to fold and stack his clothes as she’d told him before. Her body responded to his without reservation. She reminded herself these sessions were for him, not her. He was a magnificent man, all hard, sculpted muscle and golden skin. Some of his color was inherited, perhaps from his unknown sire, but most of it was from lots of time in the sun. Her fingers ached to feel his taut skin, to trace the lines that defined his muscles, to feel the steel hard strength beneath the smooth marble. Touching him without satisfying her craving would be pure torture.
He stood docile and respectful as she bound his arms straight out from his shoulders, parallel to the floor. He’d been good about keeping his feet where she put them, so she left his legs unshackled. She could always restrain them if it became a problem. His cock was at half-mast this morning, a good sign that he was trusting her more and more. She set the alarm clock, took up her place at the workbench, and uncovered her project.
“What did you learn yesterday?”
“I learned what an ass I’ve been.” Mary Beth smiled inwardly at his lack of hesitation.
“True. What else?”
“I learned that my grandmother loved me, and I didn’t have to do anything to earn her love. My existence was enough. I was wrong to stay away so long. I told myself it was for her, that she’d be ashamed to have me visit, but I did it for myself. I was afraid to see the disappointment in her eyes.”
Mary Beth kept her eyes on the work in front of her, afraid if she looked up, he’d see the sheen of tears in her eyes. It took a strong man to see and admit to his vulnerabilities. Elgin was a very strong man. She thought her heart might burst in her chest from all the love she felt for him. It was stupid, and entirely against all the rules to fall in love with a slave after so little time, but she had to admit, she’d fallen in love with him the first time she looked into his troubled eyes and saw how much he needed her unique brand of love.
On the outside, he was big, gruff, and powerful, but that was window dressing to hide the insecure, and oh so vulnerable man inside. He’d done a great job of hiding his true self from everyone, including himself. Hearing his soft confession made her want to throw herself at him. She knew he’d be a tender lover, that he’d make her feel very, very good, but it wouldn’t help either one of them. She was already too close to him. Letting him any closer would destroy her ability to help him. It’s how Elgin had managed to get this far in life without examining what made him who he was by substituting sex for intimacy. Others had taken advantage of his need. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, add herself to the list.
She let the silence grow, imagining all the wonderful things Elgin could do to her body, all the while reminding herself he wasn’t going to stay. He’d come back to Prairieview to find something he’d lost, to tie the ends of his fraying rope back together, and once he accomplished what he’d come for, he’d be gone, and she’d be left behind to try to sculpt a new heart out of the pieces of her broken one. She sucked in a cleansing breath. The best thing she could do would be to help Elgin find what he came for, and as quickly as possible, before the damage to her heart became irreparable.
“Tell me about your work,” she prodded.
“What would you like to know, Mistress?”
“What do you do for the DEA?”
“I hunt down drug growers in the jungles of South America.”
“It sounds dangerous.”
“It can be. Mistress?”
“Yes, Elgin?”
He twisted against his chains, demonstrating how much movement he was capable of. “Is this enough?”
So. He was ready for more. She couldn’t help but admire the strength it took for him to ask for what he needed. “Perhaps not.” She slid off her stool, went to her bag of tricks, and returned with several items she spread on the workbench in clear view. Perhaps later he’d regret his question, but it signaled his willingness to dig deeper, to purge yet more of the poison thoughts that were slowly killing him.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have questioned your judgment.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. I was content to just look at you today, and wait for the alarm to go off so I could watch you come, but I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.” She dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed his balls, and tugged on them as hard as she could. He clenched his fists around the chains and sucked in a harsh breath, but to his credit, he didn’t beg again or use his safe word.
As Mary Beth worked, she told him what she was doing. “I’m putting you in a ball stretcher.” She wrapped the leather band around his ball sack and tightened it so his balls couldn’t slip back through it. “We’re going to talk, and if you lie to me, or I believe you’re being evasive, I’ll add weights to the stretcher.”
She returned to her stool and resumed working. “Oh yeah, when the alarm goes off you will come for me.”
“Mistress, please. I’m sorry, please. I can’t. . . . ”
“You can, and you will. I won’t help you this time. You have to do it all on your own. If you use your hips, I’ll add more weights to your balls. If, however, you come to my satisfaction, I’ll let you touch my breasts before I send you home today.”
He seemed to brighten at that little bit of encouragement, so she ignored him for a while, letting him think about his choices.
“You were in the Marines, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress, for ten years.”
“Why did you join the Marines?”
“It was a job.”
Mary Beth studied his face, then slid off the stool. She picked up two chrome-plated weights and knelt in front of Elgin. “I’m not an idiot.” She hooked the weights onto the ball stretcher and returned to her stool. “Tell me.”
“The mistress I was studying under in Dallas said I needed discipline. She said the Marines would make me a better slave.”
“Did your time there make you a better slave?”
“I learned to follow orders.”
She smiled at him. “I can see that you did. You follow orders very well when it suits you, but you still rebel against anything you don’t want to do. Why do you do that?”
“I like doing things my way.”
“Do you still take chances like you did when you were the town bad-boy?”
“No, Mistress,” he lied.
She added more weights to the ball stretcher. His face masked the obvious pain in his groin. His lips drew into a fine line, and a muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. “I don’t believe you, Elgin. Tell me about your job, how you hunt down drug growers. I would think there would be plenty of opportunities to work outside the rules.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay then. How is the pain, Elgin? Are you managing it?” She detected a slight tremor in his legs as he struggled against the need to bend his knees and rest the weights against the floor. She’d hung them low, nearly to his ankles, so all he had to do was flex his knees to get relief. She gave him credit for stamina and stubbornness.
“You still haven’t managed an erection today. I’m going to give you five minutes to summon one, and then I’m going to get out the pump and give you one myself. I meant it, Elgin, when I said you would come for me when the alarm went off.” Mary Beth made herself comfortable on the sofa. “Do whatever you have to do to get it up. I’m waiting.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Elgin closed his eyes. Mary Beth couldn’t take her eyes off him. He looked like Hercules chained to the temple. He was by far the best-looking man she’d ever seen. His body was the kind artists only wished they could depict
. As good as the sculpture was that she was working on, it didn’t come close to capturing the real beauty of a man like Elgin. She’d spent the better part of the morning trying to capture the lines of his face as he tried to deny the pain, and she’d failed miserably.
Minutes ticked by. Mary Beth could hardly breathe, waiting for him to conquer the pain. “Use the pain, Elgin,” she advised. “Think about how good it’s going to feel when you come. See it in your mind. Feel it happening. Feel your balls trying to draw up tight. Feel them filling with come.” She shouldn’t be helping him, she knew it, but he needed to learn to control his ejaculations. For the last two days, she’d made him come when she wanted him too. She wanted to give him this gift of control so he’d always have the knowledge, no matter who his Mistress was in the future. To command one’s own orgasm, using only their mind, was a great asset for a slave.
Her encouragement did the trick. She watched as his cock stirred, then gradually swelled to a full-blown erection. “Beautiful, Elgin.” She took a small packet from her pack and went to him. She stroked the length of him with one finger from his distended scrotum to the smooth rounded head. She wrapped her hand around his girth and tested his strength. “Your penis is magnificent, a warrior’s sword, so to speak. But you know that, don’t you?” She tore the packet open. Elgin’s eyes flew open and he gaped at the bright red condom in her hand.
“Mistress?” She couldn’t mistake the hope in his voice.
“No, I’m not going to let you fuck me.” She placed the condom over the head of his penis, and rolled it down his length with skilled hands. “Every warrior needs to learn how to wield his sword, how to control its power. I chose red so you won’t forget what I expect of you. I want to see you fill the condom with your come.” She closed her fist around his turgid length and stroked, once, twice. “If you don’t do it on your own, I’ll make you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mary Beth settled on the sofa so she could devote all her attention to Elgin. “Now, I want you to maintain your erection while you talk to me. Close your eyes. Concentrate on your cock, and tell me what a jungle looks like.”
