Love Uninhibited

by Destiny Moon

  I wanted him in my pussy so bad. The thought of him finishing in this position was too much to bear, but I knew better than to take charge now. He was in his dominant mode. I capitulated, trusting that he would give me the satisfaction he always provided. It was his special way of tormenting me. He could tell how much I wanted his dick, so he withheld it to drive me crazy.

  Briefly, my mind revisited the highlights of the past few weeks in which we’d gone from being friends to lovers. I’d known him for a while, but nothing had prepared me for what had blossomed that day he stood in front of my desk holding my paperweight. Sure, it was a bad thing that we were dating, according to company policy, but my love life had never been better.

  Chapter Seven

  Giving a flirty wink, Hunter stopped, grabbed me by the dress and pulled me onto the couch.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. “Get on your knees.” He patted the leather sofa and I knew exactly how he wanted me. I could hold on to the back, while he stood on the floor and entered me from behind.

  “The only condition is I want you to tell me what the pirate who’s going to capture you later tonight will force you to do.”

  Aha. This was the plan. He’d done this before. He’d gotten me to tell him my fantasy then he’d found a way to act it out. That was how we had ended up having sex on a hiking trail. Well, I was game. It wasn’t every day we went to a costume party, and I knew the dress turned him on. Frankly, it was working its magic on me, too.

  “The pirate takes me back on board his ship,” I began.

  “Yeah?” He toyed with me by pressing his dick against me without entering me. He was such a dominant guy. I knew he was not going to fuck me until I satisfied him with my admission. This was the tactic he’d used in the past to get me to admit I wanted him to tie me up, so I figured I had nothing to lose.

  “Then he takes me back to his cabin and fucks me.”

  “You’re holding back,” he said, running his fingers seductively over my nipples. “There’s something else you’re imagining. Don’t think you can censor your fantasies from me.”

  That was Hunter. I breathed in slowly, feeling the tip of his cock against the folds of my opening.

  “He fucks me hard,” I continued.

  “Be honest with me, wench. Tell me everything. Everything.” He smacked the back of my ass hard. The sting shocked me and I turned around to look at him. He smoothed the rounds of my cheeks and kneaded my butt.

  “Hunter,” I pleaded.

  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You know that, baby. I just want to hear more about what you think about.”

  Momentarily out of character, he bent down and kissed my bum, then stood again and gave me another smack. I loved his playfulness. Never before had I had a lover who brought this kind of fun to the bedroom—or hotel room, in our case.

  I’d admitted to him on previous occasions that there were things in the darkest part of my mind that I dared not divulge. He’d told me back then that he’d pry them out of me with his unbelievable charm. I’d laughed, but I did know he’d meant every word. There was no time like the present to tell him, but years of social conditioning made it nearly impossible to talk about what I really wanted.

  He fondled my nipples again.

  “He calls to the other pirates,” I finally said.

  “Oh he does, does he?”

  “They come in and see him fucking his wench, and they watch for a while. Then he gives them a nod and one by one they begin to undress.”

  “Yeah? Then what do they do?”

  I gulped. Was I really about to tell him my deepest secret? I wanted to feel him inside me so bad. It was a daring thing to do, but I was so turned on at that point that I invited him into a fantasy world I never thought I’d share with anyone.

  “He blindfolds her and ties her hands to the bed so she can’t move, and he tells her she’s going to get manhandled by the whole crew.”

  “Is she afraid?”

  “No, she wants it.”

  “Mmm.” He slid his cock into me just a tiny bit. “Tell me more.”

  “She has no idea who is touching her or how many men there are, but she feels the warmth from their hands on her. Before she knows it, one man’s cock is inside her and she knows it’s not the pirate’s. It feels different. He fucks her until he finishes then he pulls out and another enters her. The pirate goes to her mouth and forces her to give him oral sex.”

  “Oh yeah,” Hunter said as he slowly entered me and began to thrust in and out. “Go on.”

  “When all the men have had a turn, he finally tells them all to leave so he can claim her for himself. He unties her, lies back and pulls her onto him. He orders her to ride him until she comes. They orgasm together.”

  He fucked me harder and harder, until he again pulled out and lay down right there on the floor. He pulled me on top of him. I couldn’t believe my own demeanor. No one had coaxed that kind of slutty talk out of me ever—not even close. I was so turned on I could barely contain it.

  “Ride me, baby,” he instructed. “Take what you need. I want you to come harder than you ever have before.”

  With his hands on my nipples and his cock hard and deep in my pussy, I did what he ordered. Freeing my fantasy from the constraints of privacy was an immense aphrodisiac. It was almost as if talking about it was the same thing as doing it. It was not long before my clit sent the signals that I was reaching the point of no return. He held on to my hips and thrust into me.

  “I’m coming,” I cried. The wave of delight came over me, and as I felt my pussy tighten around Hunter’s cock, I looked at his face. He, too, was on the edge.

  “Oh, baby,” he called out. “Oh yeah. I can’t hold back any longer.”

  We were both sweaty and messy and exhausted.

  I rested on his chest for a while afterward, listening to his heartbeat return to its regular tempo.

  “That was incredible,” he said, stroking my back and buttocks. He was such a great lover. I could always count on him for a massage afterward.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “So hot.”

  He motioned for us to sit up and we clambered onto the couch, where he put his arm around me and stroked my hair.

  “How much of that fantasy was true?”

  I blushed worse than at the diner. It was harder to own up to it when I wasn’t in the heat of the moment. I almost wished I hadn’t told him.

  “Have you ever had more than one guy at one time?”

  I shook my head, feeling incredibly reserved. More than one guy? Who does he think I am? I had always been the unquestionably good girl. Up until he and I found each other, vanilla was my only flavor.

  “Would you ever like to?”

  I blushed. “I don’t think so.”

  “Well, telling me about it was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

  He knew just how to reward me. “Every time I come out of my shell a tiny bit more, you compliment me. Do you know that?”

  He feigned innocence.

  “It’s like you want me to be a slut.”

  “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m just here to make sure you fulfill every single fantasy you have.”

  I kissed him. I hadn’t told him the three little words yet, nor had he said them, but I was really feeling them.

  “Hunter?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You make me feel safe and protected. If I was ever to have group sex with a bunch of pirates, I’d want you to be the head pirate.” I laughed. It was my defense mechanism to make light of things. Telling jokes was how I dealt with the pressures of the world. The truth was that as he fell asleep that night, my mind raced with possibilities. I was going over the checks and balances until the wee hours of the morning.

  Chapter Eight

  We were on the road by nine in the morning, listening to Rihanna as we sped along the highway. I was in the driver’s seat. Being behind the wheel was fun. I
liked being in control. The farther along we got on our road trip, the more my old life disappeared along with the road in the rear-view mirror.

  I tugged at my cardigan, needing to shed a layer, and Hunter tried to help pull it all the way off. Something about the gesture seemed symbolic, and I wasn’t ready.

  “Leave it,” I said.

  “But it’s just sort of half off,” he said. “You want to drive like that? Is it comfortable?”

  My protective layer was almost peeled off. I started to cry.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” I said.

  “What? Baby! Pull over.”

  I turned off the interstate down a smaller road headed toward some random town.

  “Maya,” Hunter said. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

  “I can’t. I’m a wreck. I need to find a church.” I sobbed over my words and couldn’t control it. My eyeliner, so perfectly done this morning, would probably smudge and I didn’t even care.

  “Baby, pull over here,” Hunter said.

  I didn’t listen. I kept going until I turned into a church parking lot in the middle of this town I’d never been to. Then I put the car in park, cradled my face in my palms and cried.

  Hunter passed me a tissue and put his arms around me. “What happened?”

  “Never mind. You don’t need to know. Just drop me off at the nearest bus depot and I’ll be out of your life for good.”

  “Maya, no. What the hell?”

  I couldn’t look at him. Memories came flooding back of harsh words spoken by my ex-husband who’d been so controlling. Hunter took my hands in his. He exhaled.

  “Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he said.

  “I’m…I’m…unlovable.”

  “No, baby, no. That is completely incorrect. Totally one hundred percent false. In fact, all this trip I keep looking at you and thinking…”

  “Don’t say it,” I blurted, interrupting him. The last thing I needed to hear was that he was falling for me. How could anyone get involved with someone as disturbed as me?

  “But, Maya, you must see it in me. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you.”

  It only made me cry more to hear him say that. “I need to go in there and get down on my knees and beg forgiveness.”

  I gestured to the church in front of us.

  “Well, okay, if you insist. But you haven’t done anything wrong. Is this about last night?”

  I said nothing, but continued to look down at my lap. My polka dot dress was spattered with tears.

  “I thought so,” Hunter said. “I never should have forced you to tell me about your fantasies.”

  “It’s just the way I grew up—and my last relationship. I’m not used to open-mindedness.”

  All my life I’d been in search of it, actually. And just when I found someone who seemed to be able to give it to me, I was the one who couldn’t take it.

  “I’m sorry I pushed you,” he said.

  “You didn’t. I wanted to tell you,” I whispered. “I just have such a hard time admitting to things like that in the light of day. It’s so weird. I mean, all I ever wanted was to be free of the ideology I grew up with. I felt like it was crammed down my throat. Plus, there was the whole awful fiasco with Darrin.”

  “Your ex?”

  I nodded.

  “You never really told me about him.”

  “That’s because I vowed not to look back.”

  “It can help to talk about it, you know.”

  “He left me with a lot of shame,” I started. It was so painful to share this memory with Hunter, but I knew if I didn’t, I might as well leave now and never try to have another intimate relationship again. It was for my own sake as much as his that I took a deep breath and continued. “He was judgmental of me. When I wanted to try new things in bed, he called me dirty, and it didn’t feel good, the way it does when you say things like that.”

  “Well, like… What do you mean? You can tell me. I won’t judge.”

  “Promise?”

  “Cross my heart,” he said and drew an X on the left side of his chest.

  “Okay, well, Darrin was big into the missionary position—like that’s all he liked—and one day I thought I’d give myself a little rub since he’d never made me come and I wanted to.”

  “Wait a second. What? He never gave you an orgasm?”

  “Nope.”

  “That bastard! And only ever missionary?”

  I was pretty excited that Hunter was so outraged.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Maya, you deserve so much better.”

  “I know that now,” I said. “But… So the day I touched myself in front of him, he stopped everything and looked at me with so much disgust. He even told me I was unfit to be a mother.”

  What a relief to finally share that shameful part of my past. Even just telling him relieved something in me, as though I’d been carrying around the burden of that memory for a long time and was finally able to let it go.

  “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”

  “I know. It gets worse. That was our first year of marriage. After that, I tried to give him a blow job and he freaked out.”

  “What? Where is this guy? I want to give him a piece of my mind.”

  I wanted to laugh. The thought of Hunter showing up in my ex-husband’s life for any reason was hilarious, but to think of Hunter schooling him on sex gave me such a satisfying inner glow. I didn’t even need to laugh.

  “Don’t bother. He’s back in Utah running the ministry. The irony is that after he left me, he got promoted. He’s seen as some kind of holy man now.”

  “Maya, I find it so hard to believe you were ever married to a guy like that. I’m glad you left.”

  “I didn’t. He left me.”

  “No!”

  “Yes.” It was hard to be honest about, but it was true. I had begged him to stay. Although I now felt freer than I ever could have imagined, it was me who had argued with Darrin about staying together. “I grew up in total isolation from the outside world in a tiny little fundamentalist town. I mean, life began when I got to Boston.”

  “That’s my girl. I’m so glad you stayed.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes, and you are very, very lovable,” he said, taking my hands in his. “I want you to know that you don’t ever have to act out the stuff you told me about yesterday in the heat of the moment. I know it’s just fantasy.”

  “Well, you see,” I hesitated. “That’s just it. I do want to act that stuff out.”

  “Really? Pirate group sex?”

  I laughed. It did sound sort of funny when he said it.

  “Hunter, I’ve been running away from my own shadow my whole life. I don’t know if that makes sense to you but I do know that I’m a sexual person, and I’m sick of feeling guilty about it. Until I met you, I would have thought that all that stuff I said last night should remain buried deep within my psyche somewhere, but the thing is, I want to do it.”

  He listened with patience, still holding my hands. He even lifted them to kiss them, which felt like his way of telling me I was still delicate and feminine, even if I was not a proper lady.

  “You make me feel safe, Hunter. Being in your arms, I feel like I can do things I never would have thought possible.”

  “I’m glad, baby. But I mean… I don’t want to pressure you into going further than you want.”

  “You’re not. This is my fantasy.”

  “Okay,” he said. “If it’s pirates you want, it’s pirates you’re gonna get.”

  Chapter Nine

  The rest of the drive he took the wheel and we talked practicalities.

  “It helps to wear a costume,” I explained. “It was much easier to think of having that kind of group experience last night when I pictured myself as a maiden aboard a pirate ship.”

  “Well, it just so happens we’re going to a costume party tonight.” He flashed a playful smile.

  �
��I know.”

  “Where you’ll be dressed as a maiden.”

  Gulp. “Uh-huh.”

  “How adventurous are you feeling now?” he asked with the seductive tone I had come to adore.

  I took his free hand and guided him to my wet pussy.

  “Very,” I said.

  “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “I have to keep my eyes on the road, baby. Don’t go distracting me like that.”

  “Sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for. Maybe I should pull over to the side of the road here,” he said.

  “I’m thinking about tonight,” I reminded him.

  “I want to make this happen for you, baby.”

  He had always told me that there was not a single thing I could come up with sexually that he would be opposed to or judgmental about. He showed firm resolve to be more open than I was and willing to try anything and everything. It was supremely strange to admit to him that I wanted to experience sex with a bunch of strangers, but if there was anyone I could admit this to, it was Hunter.

  I sat up straight. Reality check. “Ground rules. I don’t want to know these guys at all.”

  “The guys we’ll see tonight are old frat mates. You don’t know them.”

  “Perfect,” I said. “I don’t want to see their faces. I just want to hear them and feel them.”

  “So you want to be tied and blindfolded?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can make that happen.”

  “No cell phone cameras or anything like that.”

  “Not even a little memento for the two of us?”

  “Nothing winds up online. Ever.”

  “That I can guarantee. I wouldn’t want that either.”

  It was a relief to hear that. I had worked way too hard at starting over and too many of my dreams still lay ahead to have it all take a strange turn with a leaked sex tape. I trusted Hunter completely to see to it that no one else recorded anything.