Safe Haven

by Red Phoenix

I lie there in the dark, feeling confused as I stare up at the ceiling. Although I like the idea of being his submissive, and even love some of the things we’ve done today, I’m not sure I’m cut out for this lifestyle.

  It feels like something vital is missing.

  I’m grateful I am only here for another day. While I don’t mind playing this role as his sub while I learn new things, I’m anxious to get back to school.

  Despite the hard floor I fall asleep quickly, exhausted by the day’s events, and wake up the following morning to find Liege staring at me from the bed.

  He picks up something from his nightstand, opens it, and hands me three Listerine breath strips. “Give your Master a morning blowjob.”

  I feel a little insulted that he thinks I need to freshen my breath before sucking him, but I dutifully say, “Yes, Master,” before putting them in my mouth.

  While they melt in my mouth, he sets up his camera. By the time he’s ready, my whole mouth is tingling intensely from the minty coating left behind. Apparently, Liege feels that same intense sensation when I wrap my lips around his shaft and start sucking.

  I am overcome with a sense of power as he squirms and groans with each lick and suck I give him. It’s addictive, and this is the very first time since coming to visit Liege that I feel good in my role as a submissive. I like bringing him pleasure through my actions—it really excites me.

  But Liege doesn’t thank me for my incredible blowjob. Instead, he announces, “Today, we will test your endurance.”

  I feel a little uneasy about it until he produces a feather duster, and I giggle.

  “Undress and lie on the bed.”

  I follow his command, and he ties me spread-eagle to his bed. I feel extremely vulnerable and a little sexy in this pose.

  Liege proceeds to tickle me with the duster, making me giggle and laugh. But, after a while, I realize that tickling can be torture. When he starts using the handle of the feather duster to lightly stimulate the sensitive parts of my feet, I finally call out my safeword.

  Liege stops. However, he notes the time on the clock and makes scribbles in a notebook before he moves on to a new tool, a hairbrush.

  The rest of the day, Liege logs my reaction to every pervertible he has, and even retests my response with a few he feels I called out my safeword too quickly over.

  By the end of it, I feel as if I’ve been stretched well past my limit. When he finally tells me we’re done and unbinds me, I’m so exhausted I just curl up into a ball. I’m surprised when Liege lies down on the bed beside me and wraps his arms around me.

  “You have done well, my little sextoy.”

  I find myself coveting his simple praise.

  Soon, I feel his hard cock pressing against my body as we continue to lie together. He’s gentle when he takes me, still holding me in his tight embrace. Afterward, he allows me to sleep in his bed.

  I wake up early that final day. To bide time while Liege finishes sleeping, I make us breakfast using the few items he has in the fridge.

  Today, I head back to school to face a mountain of assignments, but I’m happy. I stare at Liege while he sleeps, wondering if our relationship will continue after this.

  He wakes up before I’m done cooking and praises me for the meal I have made.

  “I want you to stay longer.”

  I smile as I hand him the plate of food. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have way too much work waiting for me.”

  Liege frowns.

  I immediately realize I’ve forgotten to call him Master and quickly blurt, “Master. I meant to say Master. I’m so sorry.”

  His tone changes, becoming deadly serious. “I was not asking. You will stay longer.”

  My smile fades. “I can’t stay…Master.”

  “But you will.” His eyes flash with a dangerous glint.

  For the first time, I feel true fear.

  He finishes the rest of the breakfast in silence, but I have lost my appetite.

  When Liege is done, he hands me his dish and tells me to put it in the sink. I take it from him with trepidation and go to wash it.

  When I’m finished, he turns on the camera.

  “Go to the table.”

  I shake my head and refuse to budge.

  Liege grabs my arm and pulls me over to it. “You need another lesson in obedience,” he states harshly. “First, a little refresher about calling me Master, then I will teach you never to say no to your Master again.”

  New Horizons

  Charles Walker

  When Stacey arrives for her shift, I escort Ellen out of the bar. “I’d offer to drive, but I don’t have a car,” I laugh.

  Ellen smiles. “Not a problem, as long as you don’t mind being seen in my Daisy.”

  “Daisy?”

  She points to a rusty, yellow VW Bug.

  I smirk. “I have no issues with flowers.”

  Ellen apologizes as she opens the passenger door and quickly throws everything on the seat in the back. When she turns to face me, I place my hands on her shoulders. “There’s no need to apologize. You’re the one doing me a favor.”

  She gazes up at me with a look of adoration. I feel the need to kiss her and I give in to that impulse. Her lips are soft and yielding. The simple kiss quickly leads to a more sensuous embrace lasting for several minutes. When I pull away, her eyes are wide and luminous.

  “Wow, you can sure kiss,” she says breathlessly.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “I knew I should have stopped you from leaving that day,” she says with a wink.

  “Well, I’m here now.”

  “Then get in, Charlie! Let me take you where we would have gone on a date.”

  I’m curious about where that would have been and get into her tiny car, buckling myself in. It’s a bit cramped, but I’m not about to complain. I’ve gone from having no place to go to going on a date with this beautiful girl. And, based on that kiss alone, I suspect we’ll be doing more before the evening is through.

  Ellen takes me to the local burger joint, and I smile as she pulls into the parking lot. “I’ve been craving one of those greasy burgers ever since I left.”

  “They are as greasy as ever,” she replies.

  “Yeah, it seems nothing really changes around here.”

  “But you have,” she says. “I always knew you were something special.”

  I laugh. “Well, it’s too bad you didn’t let me know before I headed out.”

  Ellen rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I was easily distracted back then, but I’m not anymore.”

  After our delicious but greasy meal, Ellen takes me to her place. I’m sad to see she’s living in a rundown apartment on the west side of town. She deserves better than that.

  She unlocks the door and opens it wide for me. “Ta-dah! Home sweet home.”

  The small place is sparsely furnished with only a stained couch, a small kitchen table with two chairs, and an old TV set on a milk crate. I can see from the open door that she has a twin-sized bed in her bedroom.

  I instantly think, That’ll make it interesting…

  “I’m sorry my place is so small, Charlie. But I have this couch you can sleep on.”

  “You know, it’s not any smaller than where I stay on the base so, basically, it feels like home to me.”

  She lets out a sigh of relief. “Good. Well, I may not have much in the way of furniture, but I do have a fully stocked fridge. Would you like a beer?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She walks over to the tiny kitchen, and I see why it’s a fully stocked fridge. It’s only the size of a small icebox. Ellen couldn’t be living any leaner.

  “So, you’re waitressing now, but what are your plans for the future?” I ask, as she hands me a beer and we sit on the couch.

  “I’m saving up to take an art class. I’ve heard from several people that I’ve got talent.”

  Art certainly isn’t a moneymaker, but it’d be a better future for her than w
aitressing for Arnold in this stagnant town. “It’s good you are pursuing it, Ellen.”

  She shrugs and smiles at me. “What about you?”

  I give her a modest smile. “My plans haven’t changed since leaving here.”

  “Oh, so you really are going to be a Captain?”

  “In two years, if things go well.”

  “Wow! When you set your mind to something, you really do it, don’t you?”

  “This may sound crazy, but I’ve known it was my calling since I was a boy. I’ve never questioned it.”

  “I don’t think that’s crazy at all, Charlie.”

  I chuckle. “Well, not everyone feels that way.”

  “If you’re talking about your father, well, he doesn’t deserve you.”

  I look at her tenderly. “You are kind to say that.”

  “I mean it, Charlie. You are a remarkable man.”

  The way she’s looking at me invites another kiss that quickly ignites my desire for her, and there is no way to hide it.

  She glances down at my erection. Rather than look shocked or embarrassed by it, she smiles and tells me, “I feel the same way, too.”

  I grab the back of her neck and kiss her more passionately this time, my libido spiking through the roof. I want this woman, and I want her bad.

  “Maybe we should retire to the bedroom?” she suggests.

  I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom without another word.

  “Oh…” she giggles. “You’re so strong, Charlie.”

  “Call me Charles,” I tell her, having replaced that childish name at boot camp with Chuck. However, that was not what I wanted her to call me.

  “Charles…” she repeats in a seductive voice.

  Oh, yeah, that sounds much better.

  I lay her on the tiny bed and go to unbutton my jacket.

  Ellen pops off the bed, crying, “No, let me do that. I have always wanted to undress a man in uniform.”

  I have no complaints and watch as she slowly unbuttons the jacket, glancing at me with those bedroom eyes each time the next button is undone. After she slips off the jacket, she carefully places it on a small dresser and returns to start on the tie.

  I take pleasure in seeing her enjoyment in undressing me, from unbuttoning my shirt and slipping off my shoes and socks, to unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. I stand before her in my briefs, sporting a major hard-on.

  She falls to her knees and smiles up at me. “That is as much fun as I thought it would be, but this…” She looks at my crotch. “…this will be my favorite part.”

  I hold my breath as she pulls down my briefs.

  Ellen stares at me hungrily. “Oh, yes, that’s nice.”

  Without my having to ask, she takes pity on my cock and grasps it in her hand before placing her lips on the head of my shaft. I release the air in my lungs and groan as she goes down on my cock.

  Oh hell…

  Even though she doesn’t go deep, her repeated bobbing drives me wild. I have to stop her several times to prevent myself from coming to soon. When I can’t take any more, I help her up and begin undressing her.

  Her skin is soft, and those breasts are sweet and perky.

  I must taste them.

  I lift her small frame and take a liberal taste of one of her nipples. Her soft moan shoots a current of electricity straight to my groin. I move to the other nipple, sucking harder.

  I want her. I want all of her.

  She clings to me with her legs around my waist as I walk to the nearest wall and push her up against it.

  I need this girl, and I release my pent-up desire by sucking, licking, and biting her skin. I could eat her up, she tastes so good to me.

  Ellen cries out in passion, inviting the attention.

  Her cries incite my baser instincts, and I take her to the bed, throwing her on it. I move between her legs, needing to bury myself deep inside her. Her pussy is wet and ready, but I stop myself just in time.

  Through gritted teeth, I tell her, “I have a condom in my bag. Let me get it.”

  “Don’t bother. I have one in the top drawer,” she answers, pointing to her dresser. I lean over to pull the drawer out and retrieve it. I rip at the wrapper and slip the rubber over my cock. I move back into position, and ask before I bury myself deep inside her, “Do you like it rough?”

  “Oh, God, yes!” she cries.

  Her answer is music to my ears because I want her too much to be gentle. I spread her legs wide and push my cock into her wet pussy in one solid stroke. Ellen cries out lustfully, begging for more.

  I love the sound of her passionate screams and give it to her harder and deeper. I revel in her warm pussy squeezing my needy cock. But it isn’t enough.

  I want it deeper, so I pull out and flip her around.

  “On your hands and knees,” I growl huskily.

  She immediately assumes the position, and I sink my shaft back into her, giving her the pounding of her life. I stop a few times to feel her pussy milk my cock with her orgasms. However, it feels too good and I finally give in to the urge to release myself.

  All reason leaves me as the buildup reaches the edge of my endurance. I groan loudly as I come hard, thrusting as deep as I can. I stop, keeping my shaft buried inside her, and sigh in satisfaction as she comes around my cock one last time.

  Afterward, I hold her in my arms on her impossibly small bed, while we catch our breaths.

  “You…” she says in a voice hoarse from good sex, “…you are a fucking machine!”

  “Thanks.”

  “No, I’m serious, Charles. I’ve never experienced anything like you before.”

  “You date a lot?”

  She blushes. “Not much, because nobody meets my standards.”

  “So, Arnold wasn’t kidding, huh?”

  “Do you mind if I’m totally honest with you?”

  “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  Ellen gives me a shy smile when she confesses, “I compare them all to you, Charles.”

  “But you hardly knew me in high school.”

  “Not true. I followed everything you did—all your track meets, all those scholastic competitions. I kept up on all of it.”

  “Why didn’t you ever let me know?”

  “Are you kidding? You’re so smart, and handsome, and…” She moves back a little to look me over. I am totally expecting to hear her say, “A great fuck.” Instead, she surprises me. “You’re ambitious, Charles. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  “But that doesn’t explain why you kept dating other guys if you were interested in me.”

  She shrugs. “What would a girl like me have to offer you?”

  I run my finger over her lips. “You have that beautiful smile.” My hands move down to her breasts. “And these delicious breasts.” I then place my hand over her heart. “As well as a generous heart. That’s more than enough for any man.”

  Ellen looks as if she’s about to cry. “Damn it, Charles. That’s not fair.”

  I chuckle. “What’s not fair?”

  “Now I love you even more.”

  I pull her onto me, pressing her small body against mine, and kiss her on the head.

  After a few moments, she says, “Charles.”

  “Yes, Ellen?”

  “Is that…?”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “I’ve never had a guy get hard again that fast.”

  “My cock likes you. So, are you ready for round two?”

  By the end of my leave, I find myself reluctant to go. Ellen is too important for me to treat this like a casual hookup.

  I’m in love with the girl.

  I debate with myself what to do, but I can only see one solution if I want to keep her in my life without compromising my career.

  I enter the bar, dressed in my Army service uniform, and walk straight up to her. She looks distraught. “It’s not time yet, is it? Don’t you have a few more days?”

  “I do,”
I answer, holding my arm out to her. “Would you care to come with me?”

  She shakes her head, smiling. “What’s this about? I still have five hours on my shift.”

  I nod to Arnold. “I okayed it with the boss.”

  She looks over to him and he nods. Wrapping her arm around mine, she giggles. “I must be dreaming. A handsome man in uniform is asking me to leave work on a date? Pinch me now.”

  I lead her out and take pleasure in her squeal. “A limo? Oh my… I really am dreaming.”

  I open the door for her. “Your chariot awaits.”

  “Oh, Charles, I can’t believe this,” she gushes as she gets inside.

  I have already instructed the driver where to go. I want to share a special place with her. One that no one else knows about, except my brother, Jacob.

  The ride takes nearly forty-five minutes from the bar. That whole time, Ellen is bouncing from seat to seat, wanting to take it all in. “It’s so big!”

  “That’s what she said.”

  Ellen looks at me and then bursts out laughing, moving back over to me to give me a hug and a kiss. “You’re my dream come true, Charles Walker.”

  I take her hand and kiss it, anxious to reach our destination.

  The driver takes us up to the summit of the hilltop and pulls to the side of the road. I exit the vehicle and help her out. “This is the place I used to go to as a kid,” I explain.

  “All the way up here?”

  “Yeah, it made for a challenging bicycle ride as a kid, but I liked the view.”

  “It is impressive,” she agrees, looking at our town and the great expanse of plains beyond it.

  “Seeing my world from this view opened my mind to the possibility of life beyond this place, beyond my father’s expectations. Once I was set free of those boundaries, I realized I could dream as big as I wanted. It was when I allowed myself to imagine a future without limits, that I had my vision. This exact spot,” I point to the ground, “is where I knew I was meant to be part of the Army.”

  Ellen hugs herself against me. “You were extraordinary, even as a kid.”

  “I say all this, so you can understand how important my future plans are.”

  “I know, Charles.”

  “However, coming back here made me realize I’ve left out an important part of my life.”