by Gina Whitney
“Anyway, one night a man came in my room and sat on the edge of my bed….and gently stroked my cheeks. He brushed my hair out of my eyes and kissed my forehead. Not a word was spoken other than my mother’s grim voice saying, ‘Time’s up. You’ve seen her.’ My door was then closed. Other than muffled voices, I never heard his voice or saw his face. I just had a gut feeling he was someone important to me. I can’t explain it.” I sighed heavily.
“You are explaining it, babe. Go on.”
I rested my head against the tub as he rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. He leaned in to kiss my face. My eyes closed. His scent wrapped around my skin, removing the chill that had come over me. Medusa’s wrath was hardly over. At that realization, my stomach twisted.
“When I was a few years older, I decided to ask. She seemed to have been happier. She had met a man. He seemed to make her happy. Which made me happy, because she was nicer to me. It was the night before her nuptials to said man when I told her of my recollection. Her eyes narrowed. She looked livid. I knew I’d pay for that question. She then proceeded to tell me that she would be extending her honeymoon for an undetermined amount of time. That being said, I had to go into foster care while they were gone. We had no other family. This was before my brother was born.”
He grabbed two towels. One for my hair. The other for me. He carefully removed me from the tub. He winced but made no mention of pain. We sat in a corner chair where he rocked me, humming a lullaby. It wasn’t one I knew. Then again, when did I hear lullaby’s in my childhood. I didn’t.
“Go on, Gia.”
And I did. I dug deep. It had been with me for years. In some sick way, it was hard to let go of it. But, I promised to try. To trust. To love. “My mother had her big, beautiful wedding. I was made to sit off to the side of the reception. She always told me…children should be seen. Not heard. I did as I was told. The next morning a social worker came to the house. My mother packed my bags. As she did so…she told me that if I behaved, she’d take me back upon her return. If I didn’t, I’d have to stay. The social worker took me by the hand as my mother waved at the door, pretending to cry. You see…she had Polio since the age of two. She did suffer. I give her that. He parents put her in rehabilitation for years. She was away from all family and siblings. I was treated much the same way.” I started to pick at my nails. One of my biggest secrets loomed on the precipice. I was scared, sick, ashamed, and disgusted to speak it aloud.
“Beauty, you can tell me your deepest, darkest secrets. I will not run again. This is my promise to you, love. Do you believe me?” His voice gently comforted me into submission.
“I do.” I nodded and kissed the chiseled contour of his jawline.
“Not now, Beauty. I am but a man. A man who’s been deprived of his woman no less. I’m sitting here a Titan with you naked underneath this towel. Continue, it will be worth the wait, baby.” He nuzzled into my neck.
A warm smile split my face as I palmed his cheek. Yes, he was a Titan. The analogy was not lost on me. There was Medusa, Morgana, and now my Titan…my warrior.
“Okay, when I got to my new home, I was treated much the same. They had a daughter and a son who they loved. Me, I was a paycheck. When they took their kids to Toys-R-Us, I had to stay in the car. I fed the dog. I cleaned the house. I was the one the husband visited at night. I had no protection against anyone or anything. The mother worked nights. So, he would come take me to his bed. Make me do things to him. Things a child that age should never have to do or even know about. I was truly captive in the dark. When I told their daughter about it, she tried to protect me. It wasn’t until a visit from my mother when she told me that if I didn’t take back my accusations, she would never take me back. So I did. I was put in therapy for children who were pathological liars. Not much longer after that, my mother came for me as promised.” I looked up, ashamed. I waited for him to run. To leave, disgusted with me for being so damaged.
He didn’t. His tears fell unashamed. He let me watch as the Dom mask disappeared and Abel the man took its place. I reached up, capturing every last one. I wanted everything from that man. But mainly his heart.
“Thank you.” His voice croaked. “I will protect you. You will never have those worries again. Not in this lifetime.” He stood and carried me into the bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed, freeing the towel from my body. “Don’t move.” He turned, going into the bathroom. I heard the water running with some rustling of a bag. He returned with a basin of water, shaving cream, and a straight-edge razor. The gleam in his eye was unmistakable…
He kneeled on the floor between my legs, positioning the basin, shaving cream, and razor neatly beside my thighs. Steamy wisps rose from the water. Thank fuck for that. The thought of cold water between my legs wasn’t inviting. Then again, it was Abel we were talking about.
“Wrap your arms underneath your thighs and spread wide for me, Beauty.” I did so. He nodded once and opened the razor wide, laying it to the side. Abel grabbed the can of shaving cream, shaking it vigorously. The sounds of cream squirting into his palm sent a tingle right to my clit. A palm-sized amount was lathered onto my pussy, clear down between my cheeks. I swallowed hard. It was beyond intimate. A show of trust.
“I’m going to shave you, my darling…going to shave your pussy clean. Then I’m going to spend the better part of the day showing it how very missed it was. Stay still and let me do this for you.”
All I could do was nod weakly. What little I had learned about his lifestyle, I knew what he was doing was a symbolic gesture. There was beauty in his exercise of power. I was consensually giving him power over me. He needed my submission. In turn, he accepted it willingly. Returning it ten-fold with love— adoration. For me, it was a win-win situation. I got something, too. Something I never had in my life. Power…love…purity…joy.
After lathering my pussy, he pulled both lips down as he took the first downward stroke in one clean movement. The razor was rinsed. In two more strokes, I was bare. But, he wasn’t done. He then separated one lip at a time to get the inner hair from each one. His face was free from worry. He worked methodically— intently. I steadied my breathing, counting to ten in my head. When his fingers reached my forbidden hole, I winced.
“Breathe, baby. Just a little bit more. Now, be a good girl…turn over for me. Face down…ass up.” He said matter-of-factly.
I knew if I were to submit, I’d have to check my humility at the door. He didn’t make it awkward, but that wasn’t what got to me. That was completely normal…expected even. Sigh. I turned over, sticking my ass high in the air. His deep breath was all I heard from him. He was soon back to his task…my ass. I realized he was caring for me the only way he knew how. Though, foreign to me, he needed it. I needed him. It was us giving to each other.
He leaned in to inhale close to my pussy. A growl escaped his chest. I thought maybe he’d given up shaving for the time being. Nope. A man on a mission. Shaving cream was deposited in the crack of my ass. He used his index finger to apply it. Then his middle finger found its way into my pussy for a quick pump. He circled his finger, finding my g-spot expertly. As soon as I leaned into his finger, sighing, he removed it. The razor nearly scraped along my forbidden hole. He was very careful. I’d give him that. He pulled the razor gently down to finish his handiwork until I was finally bare to him.
He smiled at his masterpiece, kissing both cheeks softly. Then he retrieved his iPhone and took a snapshot. I knew enough not to move or speak. He cleaned the basin and razor, placing them back in the bathroom. And then returned with a warm cloth to wipe any residue from my body.
He crawled on the bed like an animal in search of its prey, stopping between my legs. “Lift that ass higher. Lean onto your forearms.”
I dug my heels into the bed and pushed my bottom up, arching better than any cat putting that kitty where he wanted it— his face. No matter how high I arched my body, or how much I leaned back on my forearms as he instructed, I couldn’t quite reac
h him.
“I’ll tell you what. You lean over. Meet me halfway,” I demanded back. I was not going to lose.
He growled and I could tell my scent enticed him. “Push that sweet pussy into my face. If you can’t, I will find some other kind of torture,” he threatened as he leaned down, pressing his face into me.
“I’ve missed you.” He stuck his tongue deep in me twirling it. Christ, he was circling my hole with his skilled tongue. “Mine,” he rumbled. I didn’t know if it was his wet pussy-kisses or my own juices running down my leg, but it felt cool like menthol. I shuddered hard and he chuckled. “Turn over and spread yourself to me. Let me see my cunt. I want to eat what’s mine.”
He smacked my ass hard enough to leave his print.
“Ow.” I flinched.
“Ah ah ah…no words, baby girl, unless I ask for them.” He waited patiently until I turned over, baring my pussy to him with my ass perched high in the air.
In position with my hands pulling my thighs back wide, I submitted and closed my eyes. God, I knew what was next. I relished it. And also despised it. I would be slowly tortured with that gorgeous, pierced cock of his. At that thought, a trickle was released. That did not go unnoticed, either. I was met with a raised eyebrow and decadent smile. Oh, fuck. My eyes betrayed me with a spark of passion. My pussy betrayed me, as I didn’t have control of that anymore as well. I controlled nothing in the situation. Only my willingness to submit. The caveman controlled my body. It no longer belonged to me. Truly, beauty being owned by the beast!
“Open your eyes, Beauty,” he spoke gravely while stroking his shaft. My eyes focused on that bead of pre-cum winking at me. So close but yet so far. I licked my lips in anticipation. “You miss this baby?” He slapped my pussy lips with his hefty cock. I jumped instinctually, bracing for insertion. No such luck. However, I did know how hungry he was for me. He was solely focused on my pussy. Reaching down to capture the smell of my juices, his eyes closed as if it were nirvana.
Nirvana. Fucking Nirvana. Her pussy was my kryptonite. My sunshine. My happiness. My world. And mine. I had a fine thread holding me to reality. She bared herself to me. Told me her truth. It fucking gutted me. I fought not to go berserk. Rage consumed every ounce of my body. Appearing to be calm wasn’t easy. Not at all. But I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted all her truths. The good, bad, and ugly. She’d been through enough in her short life. Fresh in my mind was her recent attempt on her life. A life that up until that moment I never realized I needed to sustain my own. She was my sustenance. Beauty didn’t have a clue just how true it was. She would come to understand fully in the coming days…months. I would make it up to her. That promise was my truth.
“Do you want this, baby girl? You may answer.” I pussy slapped her with my cock.
She jumped, eliciting a trickle of wetness. Her pussy was a thousand glistening diamonds. My eyes’ were held hostage in delight. My patience was threadbare. I wasn’t entirely positive I could or even wanted to deny either of us any longer. What I really wanted was to take her hard. Fuck my frustration. Fuck my anger…fuck my happiness out on her. I owed her more, though. However, I needed to do right by Beauty. She not only needed Abel the Dom. She needed Abel the man.
“Yes, desperately,” she uttered solemnly and squeezed her legs, reassuring her grip. I saw how tightly she was wound. No one knew better than me.
I leaned the head of my cock to line it up perfectly with the door to my nirvana. Fuck it! I was so rock-hard I didn’t need to hold it anymore. It pointed to where it wanted to be. I poked her hole with my Prince Albert. “Eyes on me, baby. You know the drill. You look elsewhere and you don’t get this,” I said with short jabs into her hole. She was wet as fuck.
Her eyes snapped up, displaying fire. “Fuck you, you punishing prick. Fuck me already,” she commanded.
I bellowed. I couldn’t help it. I missed her. “There’s my feisty fucking girl. What did I tell you about trying to top me from the bottom?” That time, I used my fingers to swat the naughty pussy.
“Ugh, you fucking suck. You know that?” she sneered.
“Yea, baby, I know. Watch how much I suck. Change of plans.” I laid down on the bed beside her. “Get on my face, Beauty. I want that pussy to suffocate me. I also want you to choke my cock down that bratty mouth of yours.”
She hurried off the bed. My beauty sure was in a hurry to have my mouth on her again. She crawled over me, kissing my nose, mouth, flicked my nipple ring…until she was settled with her pussy over my face. I’d been dreaming of that sixty-nine since we split. I watched below as she licked her lips, ready to dive onto my cock with her hungry mouth. But not before she looked around at me with a twinkle in her eye. You see, that right there…that’s a look that will be forever etched in my mind. My beauty loved my cock, as I did her pussy. What that little look was…I win. Either way I get your cock. For that, I wanted to put her over my knee. However, at that moment, all my wanted was to eat that lovely pussy above me. And so I did.
Her legs trembled as I gripped her thighs, pulling her pussy on to my tongue. I flicked her clit with my tongue ring.
“Ah, fuck. Tiny baby Jesus. When did you get that?” Her hot breath tickled my cock, causing a near eruption.
I had to breathe deeply before answering. “Ahhh, I had it baby. Just put it back in your mouth, Beauty. Suck my cock before I explode all over that beautiful face,” I growled at her, just like the fucking animal I was.
Hey, I’m but a man. I can only take so much.
Those last few weeks had been a testament to my mental health. I was nearly rampant to get inside her. I went back to using my barbell as a battering ram. Each time I hit her clit, she leaked a delectable drop of juice into my mouth. I opened, taking it like the sacrilegious host it was to me. “Wider, baby. Open that sweet fucking mouth and take me deep. Spit on my cock. Lube my rings, Beauty.” I surged up into her mouth.
Fuuuck. My girl took me deep. I sucked her clit, pumping two fingers while I did so. Beauty’s pussy had a nice suction. However, I wanted it sucking my cock. I could only thrust my hip harder. Pumped my finger faster. My teeth were biting her clit until she screamed my name so loud her voice went hoarse.
I flipped her over in one move until she was on her back. I got to my feet, positioning my cock at her entrance. “I need to come while buried deep in you, baby. No mouth for me. I want that cunt squeezing me as I ride my way home. Intertwine your fingers above your head. Spread those gorgeous thighs.” I pulled her hard to the edge of the bed.
I was done. Real fucking done. The scent of soap and pussy swirled through the air along with power. My power. My chest drew in a deep breath. Fuck. I hadn’t even started and I was spent in one breath.
“Please,” she begged.
At those simple words, I rushed forward, giving her two inches at a time. I waited before feeding her my rings. I swirled my hips, spreading her juices around my cock over and over again. Her eyes widened and then softened. I brushed a kiss to her lips before sinking home.
She tilted her chin up to meet my gaze. “You are my titan. You are my heart. Please, never let me go.” She leaned up, locking her lips to mine. A warmth spread throughout my body like no other. It almost felt like it was the first time for us…for me. I couldn’t have been happier.
“You’re my heart, Beauty.” I fed her the remaining inches of my cock until I was balls deep. I bottomed out, grinding my hips to each scream she produced. Electricity sparked to life, setting every nerve ending on fire.
I was careening hard into an orgasm. I picked up a steady pace of breathing and pumping. Swiping her mouth with my tongue, I needed to taste her. She opened for me. I fought hard not to come. Fuck. It took every ounce of willpower not to explode in my pants. I opted to kiss her pretty little mouth. She fought, trying to dominate my tongue. She was a spitfire for sure. Even trying to top me with her kisses. I widened my mouth, nearly consuming her. I couldn’t get close enough. My orgasm built as hers ebbed. My
pace never wavered. I brought my face close to her ear and my voice broke over the sounds of her moaning. “Baby, I’m going to come. When I tell you to, squeeze my cock with your pussy as hard as you can. Don’t let go.” I pumped harder.
“I won’t, baby. I won’t let go.” She was breathless. It was beautiful. Her hair fanned out on the bedspread and I reached up to grab a fistful. Then, with the other hand, I pinched her nipple until she came again.
“Ahh fuuuck, Beauty.” I pumped again. “Keep squeezing, baby. Keep squeezing my fucking cock.”
She tightened her pussy walls and held. Her nails pierced my skin. Her pussy fisted my cock as I painted the inside of her walls with my come. Each jet of come inside her had me grinning. Marked and Mine. Mmm.
I rested on my forearms to plant kisses all along the column of her neck. My fucking hand was hot and throbbing. I was in pain. However, she was worth every twinge of pain I was feeling. The best pain ever. There wasn’t a spot on Beauty I didn’t love. She was perfect. She returned the kiss along my jawline.
“I’ve missed you, Abel.” Her voice was weak. Her body was flushed, and she pulled me closer.
“I’ve missed you, too, Beauty. With all that I am, baby.” I held her gaze, not allowing her to look away. She needed to know. No. She needed to feel the demand in my voice. Energy still rippled through me as I removed my cock to lay next to her.
“Can we stay like this forever?” She soothed my chest with her nails. Her head tucked safely in the crook of my arm. Our legs intertwined. Our hearts beating as one.
