by Alex Algren
“You tell me, Angela, what should happen if you don’t do what I ask?” His fingertips trailed down my throat. His mouth was a grim line but his eyes had a soft, avid gleam. His long lashes glinted in the lamplight.
My other foot rested on the bed. My cunt was lifted and stretched toward him, and before I could twist away he’d cupped his hand over the nest of damp curls. My labia swelled toward his fingertips. He watched my face. It was suddenly so hard to keep my eyes open.
“Tell me, Angela, tell me. Do you want me to hit you?” He closed his eyes then, waiting for my answer.
Again something broke open in me, this time a series of small detonations along my spine. It felt as if I was there for five minutes, the blood rushing to my head, my cunt seething under the cool brush of his fingers. His touch was languid, innocent.
“You tell me, Angela.”
“Yes.”
I’d always thought that if I let a man tie me and hit me, I would let it happen only once, and I would never see him again. But when I saw how badly he needed it, the tiny shivers along his rigid arms, the small veins writhing in his temples, I didn’t see how we could stop. I’ll never forget the first time, the way he panted as he fastened my legs apart, the way he watched me struggle, his eyes entranced. I screamed when he finally entered me.
I have one cell phone just for his calls. When it vibrates, I drop everything. I feign sickness if I have to. I once left court and ran twenty blocks in the fog because there were no taxis. I thought my heart would burst.
Each time he opens the door the fugue starts again. I know once I see him I’ll feel the shock in the solar plexus, the painful flash of heat behind my pubic bone that sears out all questions, that cauterizes my mind until it’s closed and quiet. With Josh I’m a starfish, spread flat and writhing gently, mindless and swollen and tingling.
But come back. My eyes fly open and I sink my teeth into the gag. The wind lifts as the sky outside darkens. I strain to hear him in the front room. Come back right now.
Three
I jump when the door opens. Two shapes enter, one after another. I turn my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Angie, look.” Josh’s voice quiets me, even as I turn to stare at the girl.
I know her. The bed shifts gently when she sits. Her laugh is hot, sparkly.
She works in the café across the street from Josh’s building, a shabby little box of music and chaotic colors. I’ve waited there more often that I’d ever admit, wondering when my cell phone would buzz.
“It is you,” she smiles. I knew she was beautiful, her hair a glossy tumble of indigo black curls, her eyes enormous and startlingly dark, with long sleepy eyelids.
She’s always flirted with me, although I’ve made a point of not speaking to her. I usually sit at a stool, alone, and she eventually finds an excuse to sit beside me, smirking and sleek, turning her head quickly and trying to meet my eyes.
“Is your deal that you don’t talk to strangers, ever? Or just girls in cafés?” She doesn’t even take her boots off as she reclines beside me. She’s still cool from the evening wind and goose bumps ripple over my waist.
But her eyes are distracted, over her feral smile. She keeps glancing toward Josh. She whispers him a plaintive question, one that I can’t hear over the roaring in my head. His refusal is curt.
She turns to me and stares at my gag. I roll my head away when her fingertips rest on my stretched lips. Her hand fits over my cheekbone, pulling my face back toward hers.
“Josh, do you always gag her like this? I couldn’t take it.”
When she raises herself on one elbow, I can see the monitor again. The gag’s straps are cutting welts into my cheeks. I look like a bloated white snake next to her tiny form. Her heart-shaped bum is writhing slowly, a lush swell under soft black leather.
“Do you like this gag?” She kisses my temple and her hair slides across my face, pooling over my eyelids. My head fills with her scent, honey and cloves. I bite into the leather, my tongue fighting miserably for space.
“Ah, don’t suck on it, you’ll just make it worse.” She pushes on it delicately. She glances toward Josh and he gives a soft noise of approval.
“Do you want it out? I asked you.” Her eyes are close to mine. She tickles along my jaw. Her fingernails are sharp in my neck. I nod once.
“I’ll take it out.” She sits up. The monitor flashes behind her and I can’t see her face in the dark. Just her eyes glittering dully.
“I’ll take it out after you come.”
She smiles with all her small kitten teeth, crouches between my knees. The tops of her dark breasts swell out of her camisole top, nuzzling each other softly. Holding my gaze, she places her thumbs along my labia and spreads me open. Her eyes widen.
I jump when the flash hits. Josh is standing over the bed now, the Polaroid exploding again and again. The photo cards drop to the floor. After five, he lets the camera fall near my head and gathers the photos.
The girl parts the hair from the top of my mound, where the labia cleave. Josh crosses to the window and throws the photos out into the dusk.
Her pinkies are at my anus and she giggles when I flinch. She lets them stray close to my cunt, almost close enough for me to snatch them in.
She fits her mouth over my clit, nursing intently, her beautiful head turned to the side, her long lashes resting on her cheeks. Her dark skin shimmers with ruby glints. Two strong fingers slide into me and I start bucking. My thighs are tingling; a rush of sweet yearning fills me. I lift my hips and she presses hard, her mouth a burning center for both of us.
My back snaps straight. Pleasure flashes along my spine, twisting and writhing like a chemical fire, full of strange colors, uncontrollable and fearsome. I can’t stop writhing against her sweet, sweet mouth. The camera flashes again, again, again.
I’m still coming when she moves up my body. Her chin is glistening, her mouth smeared with wine-colored lipstick. As she rests her cheek on mine, my own scent, a cloying musk of merlot and crushed flowers, fills my head.
“Well done, Angela.” I feel her fumbling for the buckle at the base of my skull. “Well done. And now I want this gag off you so we can hear you scream.”
Fear prickles over my skin, making my body tighten again. When the gag comes out all I can do is gulp the cool air and lick my lips, closing my eyes to breathe deep. Her slim thighs straddle my hips. She holds a thin cane, glowing ivory. She rests her forefingers on either end of it, balancing it delicately as if it were a violin bow.
The room is dark now, thick with turquoise-blue night air. The only light is the flickering of the monitor and the distant topaz glow of the streetlight. Josh is walking toward us.
“Will you let me watch this film later?” She wets one thumb and brushes it over my right nipple, making small crosses, her touch light as a moth wing. She catches my gaze and flicks her wrist, snapping the cane to the underside of my breast. She clamps her legs around me when I buck. Her wild hair bounces.
The pain spreads through my rib cage. Warming. I look at Josh and hear myself saying, “Again. Please.”
I feel the bar being removed from my feet, then my body being turned over, my wrists still fastened. The cane taps lightly on my ass, then slides down one thigh. Josh stretches out beside me. He pushes one hand under my pubic bone and lets me fit my fat, aching mound into his palm. My clit is like a tiny bird struggling to fly.
His shuddering voice is so close at my ear, his tongue tracing along the ridged skin between words. “Which do you want more, Angela, the cruelties or the tenderness?”
“Both,” I whisper, and his other hand traces the back of my neck.
When he kisses my cheek, pain flashes over my right buttock. I wonder if she’s split the skin. I gasp for air. My cunt sucks at Josh’s fingers and I’m dizzy as if I’ve been caught in the churning center of a wave.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
KATHLEEN BRADEAN’s (KathleenBradean.Blogspot.com) stories are in
The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 6, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, She’s on Top and more. She reviews erotic literature at EroticaRevealed.com and Erotica-Readers.com.
ILY GOYANES is a writer, editor, publisher, and miscreant. Her work has appeared in several anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, and she is the editor of Power Plays (Ampersand Editions) and Girls Who Score: Hot Lesbian Erotica (Cleis Press).
TERESA LAMAI’s erotic stories have appeared in several anthologies, including Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Lips Like Sugar: Women’s Erotic Fantasies, Dying for It: Stories of Sex and Death, Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, and Zane’s Caramel Flava.
SHAKIR RASHAAN broke into the BDSM erotica genre with his debut series, The Awakening, Book One of The Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld in March 2009. He is also the author of the novel Obsession. He founded Kemi-Ka Publishing to promote African American writers in this genre. He lives in Atlanta, Georgia with his family.
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS writes romantic erotica and erotic romance for lusty romantics of all persuasions. Her work has appeared in Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2; Best Bondage Erotica 2012; Orgasmic; Spanked; Playing with Fire and other anthologies with similarly provocative titles. She writes erotic romance for Samhain and Phaze.
SASKIA WALKER (saskiawalker.co.uk) began writing in the late 1990s. She’d traveled the world, gained degrees in art history, literature and visual arts, and worked in several diverse careers, but the stories in her head needed to be written. Since then, she’s penned a dozen novels and more than eighty short stories. She lives in the north of England with her real-life hero, Mark.
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