Still Taking Chances

by Roz Lee

  He described the heat, the humidity, the bugs and snakes and exotic wildlife. He told her about the beauty, and the ugliness the drug growers brought to the land. His erection didn’t waver as he spoke. She wondered what it would be like to have him concentrate that hard on giving her pleasure. Her body ached to find out, but, she reminded herself, this wasn’t about her needs, but his. Elgin needed her. That’s why he kept coming back, day after day for more of the punishments she meted out.

  “You’re doing well, Elgin. She held a water bottle to his lips. He drank greedily.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “What do you want right now? Tell me exactly what you want, Elgin.”

  “I want to fuck you.”

  God, she wanted that too, but she couldn’t let him know it. His admission didn’t shock her, she expected it from a slave. It was natural to grow attached to a mistress, and want to pay them back in the only way a slave could. “But that wouldn’t solve anything, would it? You’re still holding out on me. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what makes you who you are. There’s another reason you came back to Prairieview, something you’re keeping from me.”

  “No, Mistress. I’ve told you everything.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Elgin.” She added more weights to his already painfully stretched balls and waited while he made the mental adjustment to deal with the pain. “I won’t tolerate your lies or your evasions. But since you aren’t ready to tell me everything, why don’t you tell me how you would fuck me, if I were to let you. Details, Elgin. I want details.”

  Mary Beth moved her bag of tricks to the floor and stretched out on the sofa. She propped her head up with a big square pillow so she could see all of him. “I’m going to lie here, and you’re going to make me come with your words. Talk to me. Fuck me with your words.”

  “Mistress? Will you take your clothes off for me?”

  “No. You’ll have to rely on your memory today. Remember, the alarm clock is your signal to come. Do not come before the clock tells you to, even if you manage to make me come before the alarm goes off.”

  Elgin closed his eyes and she saw his chest fill and deflate as he took a deep breath. Then he began. “I’m touching you through your clothes. Your nipples are hard little peaks, begging me to taste them, but not yet. I slip my hand underneath your blouse and cover your breast. When I brush my finger over your nipple, you arch your back and press your breast into my hand. I push your shirt up so I can see you. You’re perfect in every way. The perfect size, the perfect shape and color. Your nipples get hard and darken with just my gaze on them. I get so hard just looking at you.”

  Elgin groaned and his cock jerked. He paused and she knew they had the same vision in their minds. Mary Beth swallowed hard and touched her breasts, wishing it was Elgin touching her.

  “I take one berry into my mouth, and it’s like the sweetest fruit. I can’t not taste the other one. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my life. I want to eat you up, every inch of you. I slide one hand under the band of your shorts and find your smooth mound. I love the feel of your downy soft skin, as smooth as a baby’s butt. Your clit peeks out, begging me to touch, but I move on. I wedge my big hand between your thighs, and you have to part your legs to let me go there. I don’t give you any choice. I’m going to touch you. You’re wet, soaking wet, and hot. Your juices feel like molten lava against my fingers. I wet my fingers and drag them over your clit and you press your mound against my hand.”

  Mary Beth wiggled her hips, seeking the pressure he described. He went on. “I can’t wait any longer. I drag your shorts off and use my hands to spread you wide. Your scent is a drug I can’t resist. I need to taste you. Your sweet pussy is a feast for the gods, but it’s mine. I put my mouth to you and drink you in. You raise your hips and push your pussy against my face. It’s all I can do to keep my mouth on you because you are so wild in my arms. You taste like honey, and I can’t get enough. As good as you taste, my cock is so hard I think I’ll die if I can’t put it inside you.”

  Dear God, he was good, and these were only his words. She knew his tongue would be as skilled at lovemaking as it was at creating an illusion. He painted a vivid image with broad strokes of his silver tongue. The man was an artist in his own right, and Mary Beth desperately wanted to let him loose so he could fulfill the promise of his words, but she couldn’t, not yet anyway. She couldn’t give into her needs until she’d taken care of his. It’s what a good mistress did—take care of her slave first. Still, she struggled with what was right and what she wanted.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I push your milky white thighs wide and hold them there with my hands behind your knees. Your pussy is open. I want to take it slow, to savor your heat as you take me in, but I can’t, not this time. I put the head of my cock there, at your core, and when I see the look on your face, the need in your eyes, I shove it in as hard as I can. When my balls slap against your ass, I shove harder, trying to shove my whole body inside yours. It’s like heaven inside you. It’s tight and hot, and you fit me like your were made for me.”

  The word stop was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t push it past her lips. This was torture, and somehow she knew Eglin understood what he was doing to her. She couldn’t take her eyes off his face as he described the indescribable joy of fucking her. He felt it every bit a much as she did and it showed on his face, in the lines bracketing his lips, in the hard muscles along his jaw and the rapid pulse in his corded neck. Dear God, she was on the brink.

  “I stay there as long as I can, then something in me snaps. I have to fuck you. Hard. I pull out and drive in again and again and again. You touch your clit, and then you’re coming around me. The little sound you make low in your throat drives me crazy. Your pussy clenches my cock, milking the come out of me. I try to hold it back, but your climax goes on and on, and the come is burning my balls. I tunnel into you one more time, and fill you with the hottest come you’ve ever felt. I keep pumping until the come is running out of your pussy like a hot river.”

  The muscles in Elgin’s jaw twitched. Every muscle in his body grew hard. Mary Beth imagined his body going stiff over hers, in hers, and the climax he described hit her with the force of a head-on collision. Her pussy clenched around the phantom cock Elgin described, the one jutting from his groin, decked in a crimson condom. What her body couldn’t feel, her mind wove from Elgin’s words. She tried unsuccessfully to choke off the gasping moan the climax wrenched from her. How had he known the sound he would coax from her in that moment? She lay there for a long moment, absorbing the satisfaction, as well as the disappointment that it had been a solo experience.

  When she spoke, her voice wavered. “That was very good. You’re control is admirable, Elgin. Now, when the alarm goes off, I give you permission to come. Fill the condom for me, just like you described, but don’t move your hips. Not one twitch, Elgin.”

  He stood as tense and hard as a marble statue. His cock seemed to grow harder, if it was possible. His balls were as tight against him as the stretcher and weights would allow. Mary Beth admired his stamina. He wouldn’t break easily, but he would break. Not today, but soon.

  Time seemed to stand still. Mary Beth jumped when the alarm went off. Elgin stood perfectly still. A muscle jerked in his jaw, and he pulled his chains tight. His cock jerked and spasmed, and the reservoir tip on the condom began to fill. His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. At last, his face crumbled. A sound burst from his lips as if it had been wrenched from the depths of his soul, but his hips remained perfectly still.

  Mary Beth went to him. She stroked his sweat-drenched chest with one hand and cradled his cock in the other. “Shh. It’s okay, Elgin. I’m here for you. It’s okay.” She continued to stroke him until his breathing evened out and he began to relax. “Don’t say anything, just let me take care of you.”

  She removed the condom, complimenting him on the amount of come he’d produced. After discarding it, she wet a
towel and heated it in the microwave. She washed his body with tender strokes. He stood perfectly still while she administered to him. He didn’t move a muscle when she removed the ball stretcher and held another heated towel to his scrotum.

  “I’m going to release you now. I have sandwiches in the refrigerator. I want you to serve us, then after lunch you may return to this spot. I won’t restrain you again today, but I want you to stand here, legs spread and your hands behind your back. No erection. If you get an erection, I’ll restrain you again.”

  They spent the remainder of the afternoon together. Elgin served their simple lunch, and after removing the mess, resumed his position. Mary Beth returned to her work. They talked, but she didn’t ask him anymore questions about his life, or why he’d returned to Prairieview.

  The afternoon turned to early evening, and she gave him permission to move. “I promised you could touch my breasts before I sent you home.” She removed her tank top and motioned him to come closer. “You may touch me. Put your hands on my breasts, but do not move your hands. No squeezing, no movement at all. Count to ten out loud. When you get to ten, your time is up.”

  She thought she’d steeled herself for his touch, but when his palms flattened over her breasts, she felt the current all the way to her toes. His bronzed hands were a contrast to her cream skin. Her nipples hardened against his palms and she noticed the change in his breathing, not that she was doing any better. She had no idea it could take so long to count to ten. Damn the man, he’d found the flaw in her instructions. She hadn’t indicated how fast he was to count. “One.” Time stretched out. His fingers twitched against her breasts. “Two.” At this rate, it was going to take an hour to count to ten, but she couldn’t bring herself to scold him or to break the contact. She’d established the rules, faulty though they were, and she’d let him have his revenge.

  When he reluctantly reached ten and his hands dropped away he had a raging hard on, and she was close to dragging him to the floor and begging him to do everything he’d described earlier. “Get dressed, Elgin. Go home. I’ll be here tomorrow if you need me.”

  As soon as the door closed behind him, she buried her face in the tank top still clutched in her hand and wept. She’d fallen hopelessly in love with a man she couldn’t keep. No chains on the planet could keep Elgin Huddleson in Prairieview, and she couldn’t go with him.

  Chapter Seven

  Hud refused to open his eyes. Two bands of sunlight breached the edges of the roll up shade and sliced across the bed. One band brushed his right cheek that was turned up to the rapidly warming room, and told him he’d slept past dawn. Well past dawn if his internal clock was right. He should have felt rested from the first full night of sleep he’d had in months, but every muscle in his body ached as if he’d been beaten by a gang of drug smugglers.

  He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. No gang. One woman. One woman he should stay the hell away from. She was trouble. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and groaned with the effort. After a shower that drained the hot water tank, he dressed and went in search of food. He’d probably lost ten pounds in the last few days. The woman could open her own weight loss clinic. Guaranteed weight loss. If you’re chained up, you can’t very well help yourself to what’s in the fridge or call for pizza.

  Hud chuckled at his musings. There wasn’t a damn thing funny about what Mary Beth Winters did. She might be a little thing, but she had him by the balls, figuratively, and sometimes, literally. He adjusted his package in his jeans. Damn, even after ice packs last night, and the hot shower this morning, his balls were still sore.

  He found a soda in the refrigerator and some pizza that looked like it might have been left over from a nuclear Armageddon. He popped the top on the soda and put the pizza in the microwave, figuring if Mary Beth hadn’t killed him, the leftover pizza probably wouldn’t either.

  She was probably over there waiting for him. God only knew what kind of torture she would subject him to if he went back. He wouldn’t go. Not again. He’d learned his lesson. Actually, he’d learned too many lessons from her, and she’d made it clear she wasn’t going to let him have more of her delectable little body unless he caved and told her what had sent him running home with his tail between his legs.

  He might be horny, but he wasn’t stupid. The sadistic witch could rot waiting for him to knock on her door again.

  * * * * *

  Mary Beth tried to concentrate on the lump of clay in front of her. Most of the morning was gone, and Elgin hadn’t arrived. She’d pushed him hard for the last few days, maybe too hard. She couldn’t regret her impulse to help him, or the progress he’d made in a short period of time, but she did regret she might have pushed him beyond what he was ready to accept.

  He carried a lot of baggage, and he’d kept most of it bottled up inside for so long he didn’t even recognize that it was eating away at his insides like an aggressive cancer. At least he’d purged some of it from his system. He’d be a better man for it. He already was. She could see the change for herself. He was more open, sharing tidbits about his life without prodding to do so. He’d fallen into his role as slave naturally, a sure sign that he was born to the role.

  She missed him. In a few short days, she’d come to enjoy his company, perhaps too much.

  Maybe it was better this way. Every minute she spent with him, she fell deeper in love with him. Any deeper and she’d be at the bottom of a well she’d never get out of once he left. Perhaps it was best if she never saw him again. Whatever else had brought him back home, he’d have to figure it out on his own. Perhaps some other mistress would find the key that would set his demons free.

  She was contemplating the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach at the thought of another mistress probing into the depths of Elgin’s soul when she heard footsteps outside her door. He’d come back. Her heart sang, even as she warned the organ to shield itself against certain destruction.

  She picked up a tool and pretended she was hard at work.

  * * * * *

  The fight or flight symptoms returned the minute he crossed the street. He told his feet to turn around, but they ignored him, propelling him closer and closer to her door. His breakfast churned in his stomach, and he thought he might be sick before he made it to her torture chamber. He wouldn’t tell her anything else. Today he wasn’t there to submit. He just wanted to see her, hear her voice, and listen to her laughter that sounded like wind chimes. She didn’t smile or laugh often, but when she did, her smile was as warm as the dawn, and her laughter felt like a warm breeze.

  He knocked, and her soft voice invited him in.

  Mary Beth didn’t look up from her work, which from what he could see looked like it was coming along nicely. He wished she’d let him get a better look, but she’d erected a cardboard shield that was still in place. She looked like a teenager in her summer shorts and top and bare feet. Like all the other days, her clothes were stained where she’d leaned against the worktable, or absently wiped her hands on them. She was utterly beautiful, from the glimpses she’d offered of her soul, he knew her beauty was more than skin deep. For the first time in his life, he wished he could stay in one place and have a mistress like her. Someday she’d find a man who would love her and do anything for her.

  The thought of someone else chained in her studio, baring body and soul to her, made his stomach cramp. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and waited for her instruction. Damn it. He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to submit to her again. She spoke, and he knew he’d been lying to himself all along.

  “Undress, Elgin. Today, I want you on your knees.”

  Shit. Hud pulled his shirt over his head, folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of the table. His gut clenched, and his hands shook as he unbuttoned his jeans. He had a sinking feeling she meant that comment literally. He’d been on his knees before, but it hadn’t meant a damn thing. He’d done it because it excited his mistress at the time, not because
he was truly humbled in her presence. He wasn’t at all sure he could do it this time. Everything in him knew it would be different with Mary Beth.

  When he was naked, he went to his place and stood facing her. She didn’t look up, just continued to work. He knew without her speaking that she was giving him a chance to obey before she made him. His mind said she couldn’t do it, but was that a chance he was willing to take? He went down on one knee and then two, but he refused to shutter his gaze. She might have him on his knees, but she wasn’t going to break him. Not now. Not ever.

  She didn’t speak to him. He had no sense of time. She’d removed the alarm clock, something he would be eternally grateful for; except that he was sure she had some other form of torture in mind for him. She was fucking with his mind even more so than she was fucking with his body. She could keep it up all day, he wouldn’t beg. He didn’t need her. Didn’t need her touch, her attention, her love.

  Lies. All of it lies. He’d crawl on his belly if he thought she’d let him have just one taste of that sweet, pink pussy he’d glimpsed the other day.

  Maybe ten minutes passed, or it could have been half an hour, before she hopped off her stool and went to her bag of tricks. He’d come to hate that pink bag, but his heart rate accelerated anyway. He recognized the wrist cuffs and the short length of chain dangling between them. She dropped them on the floor in front of him and stood over him.

  “Get hard for me, Elgin. Now.”

  He cursed his stupid cock for obeying her. She tore open the small packet in her hand and rolled a fluorescent green condom over his shaft. “I know it’s ugly, but you weren’t going to return today, were you? You don’t deserve a pretty condom. I’m going to make you come today.” She took his wrists in her hands and buckled the restraints on him. “You’ll fight me every step of the way, but you will come for me. You’ll fill up that ugly condom.”