“You.” She whispers. I don’t really understand, and I see the pain that’s lurking beyond her look of passion for just a moment before it hisses out like a match dropped in a puddle.
“I love you.” It comes out suddenly, an impulse that I’m unable to control.
“Break me.” She whispers, the tears forming again in her eyes that pain me so much to see. “Please.”
I pull her towards me, sliding her body off of the bed and into my lap, pressing her against the mattress. Those eyes are inches from mine. “I don’t want to break you. I just want to love you.” I whisper. She tries to speak again but I can’t bear it, so I cover her attempt at words with a kiss.
The kiss goes on and on, the passion blazing between us as I feel my cock swelling again, still buried inside her perfect body. I peel the bulky sweater over her head, the long, brown hair falling messily into her face. Brushing it away, she’s trying to speak again, and again, I stop her with my lips. She’s found her feet and she’s using them to slide up and down on me as her lips give as much as they’re getting.
I break the kiss only long enough to say a few words, not giving her a chance to respond. “I need you.”
Another kiss.
“I want you.”
More tears.
“I’ll never let you come to any harm.”
She pulls back, her lips shying from mine, but instead of words, she moans. It starts as a deep rumble, then soars to a crescendo as her movements intensify, her entire body shuddering and quivering with my body as its focal point. I feel myself erupt into her for a second time, feeling like I have no control over the situation. Her hands wrap tightly around my back and she buries her wet face in my neck, sobbing.
9. Emma
B lake sets the drink on the table next to the couch where I’m sitting, wrapped up in one of his robes. My body is still humming from being with him, and there’s some distraction in me as I listen to the soft music it makes. I need to open up to him, tell him how I’m feeling; but I don’t know where I’ll find the words.
He’s not speaking, though. I long to hear his voice, long for the things that he said as we embraced, there at the end. Those words couldn’t be real. Could they? I’ve lived in doubt and loneliness for so long…even before. I can’t stop looking at his eyes and I know that I must be creeping him out at some level, but I can’t help it. They’re so many things I never imagined eyes could be. Caring, loving, tender, but with the hint that they could fly into a rage at a moment’s notice…but not at me. For some reason, I just can’t imagine it. He’s looking back at me, and there’s something there that I don’t recognize.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, his drink going to his lips for a moment before he seems to change his mind, setting it back down on the table.
I feel the blush creeping across my face. It’s something I haven’t heard for a long time, longer than I can remember. “I’m fucked in the head.”
The eyes flash, just like they did back at my house, but this time his words and his actions so far give the flash a new power. They make me trust him even more. It doesn’t really make sense.
“Please don’t say that, Emma.” He says.
“I…” I start, but there’s a pause. When I finally find the words, they flood out of me, a torrent of thoughts and feelings that are sure to overwhelm him, push him away. I tell him about my feelings, even the dark ones, my fantasies, my captivity. I tell him about the eyes and that shocks me to my core. I feel raw and empty by the time the words start escaping me again. He’s done nothing but listen, those eyes urging me on to spill my heart for him; a man whom I’ve just met.
He’s quiet, and I know that I’ve gone too far; I can just feel it.
“Come here.” He says, rising from the couch in front of me. I feel myself coming to my own feet automatically, no conscious choice made at all. One kiss, almost chaste in its purity, and he scoops me up into his arms and carries me back into the bedroom. This time, he lays me down in the center and I feel that softness envelop me once again. He climbs up next to me, sitting cross-legged at my side.
“Emma, I’ve been looking for you. For two years, I’ve been looking for you.” He says, then shakes his head, running his fingers through his closely-cropped beard, then though his short, tousled hair. “No, I’ve been looking for you my whole life. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted before I even knew I wanted it. Everything changed when I first saw you coming out of the courthouse.”
Everyone in the world had seen me coming out of the courthouse and the relief and shame of that moment came down hard on me, even in memory. “You can’t possibly love me.” I say.
One of his fingers presses against my lips, silencing any further words. “You had your say, Emma.”
I bite my lower lip as he continues. “There’s nothing but you. You’re free to walk out of my door, but I’ll always want you. I’ll always desire you until my last breath. I don’t want to own you, I don’t want to break you; I just want to be with you.”
I can feel my breathing getting shallower as he talks, his words like nothing I’ve ever heard before. They’d be empty if they weren’t coming from those eyes. “If you need to be broken, I’ll find a way. I could never harm you, but I’ll give you everything you need if you’ll have me.”
There’s a moment where he pauses and I’m not sure if he’s expecting me to say something, but I feel compelled to nod. Those lips come down on mine, gently. I reach out, getting a fistful of his robe to pull him down over me. Even with his strength and incredible build, he feels soft on me, his lips hungry but tender. The kiss turns into more, his hands parting the robe trapped under me, his teeth toying with my nipples without moving to a bite. I feel them rising at the flick of his tongue, but something seems to be missing. I know what’s missing, but I try to push it away, try to enjoy the sensations he’s lovingly providing as his hands wander my body seeking noting but my pleasure.
As his fingers slip into me I squeeze them, contrasting with his soft touch, bringing the sensation into a stronger focus. I try to push my hips up at him to get him deeper, but a palm presses down on my pelvis, holding me in place.
“Slow.” He whispers. I cringe. I don’t want to go slow! The cravings in me are out of control but I feel helpless to fight him. Even in that, there’s some solace.
The fingers spread me open and the feeling is delicious, if not nearly enough. Kisses are still trailing over my body, lighting up receptors here and there. I’m aching to have him inside me, but for now I’m left feeling mostly empty. His thumb is strumming my clit and it brings me up a level higher as I wet my lips, feeling the urge to vocalize my pleasure for him again, maybe even in the hopes that it will intensify his actions.
I’m out of luck, there. He moves down and his mouth is on me. It’s exquisite, don’t get me wrong, but the cries of my body are getting more and more urgent in its need for him. I do realize that I’m gripping the sheets again, looking over to see my knuckles as white as the silky fabric they hold tightly. He hits a spot, his tongue rolling around my clit and it does force out a moan and I feel a tingle running down my spine. Finally, he seems ready, towering over me as he guides that beautiful cock into my body. It splits me open and the next sound I make is more of a sigh of relief than one of pleasure. The sensations are there, but there seems to be a glass ceiling they’re bumping into, crowded together against an immovable and unbreakable barrier.
“I love you, Emma.” He says, holding my cheeks with one hand as he looks down at me, the steel piercing my own eyes. I feel it; feel something at least, but I don’t know that it’s love, simply because I’ve never experienced it before. He’s deep inside me, and I think I can feel the beat of his heart in both places; on my breast, where the course hair of his chest is pressed against me, and between my legs, where he’s buried in me, hard and firm. I want to run from it, but there’s nowhere to go. His body is on top of mine and I’m almost immobile as he starts to move insid
e of me.
Suddenly, there seem to be tears there, in his eyes. “I’ll do anything for you. I want to have you, I want to own you, but I want you to be free as well. Free from everything that hurts you, even if it’s your own mind and past. I want to free you from that.” He says, and the thrusts increase in intensity. The words are doing more even than the touch of his flesh against and in mine. I can hear an imaginary clatter, tapping noisily against that barrier in my heart. Could it really break it?
“My biggest desire in this world is for one of us to be the last thing the other’s eyes see in this life.”
I wrap my legs around his strong waist, feeling the muscles there as I try to draw him in deeper, hearing his last words over and over in my head as I look into those eyes. Instead of the roughness I desire, I feel the need to just have him inside me; to have him crawl completely in my body and live there in my heart. To my complete surprise, I feel him explode into me, that beautiful invader pumping deep inside, and I follow him, as my heart tells me I should.
The orgasm is different than any I’ve ever experienced. Like it’s coming from somewhere else, more emotional than physical. Through it all, those eyes are burning into me and I feel nothing but comfort there.
10. Blake
C licking the button to turn the intercom off, I’m packing up the few things I’m going to take home with me. Elizabeth gave me the vocal equivalent of a knowing smirk when I told her that I was going to take off early, but I’m laughing it off. After all the years of putting up with my hard-edged demeanor, I guess she deserves to give me a little hell. She seems happy that I’m happy, and today’s break day, after all.
It’s been two weeks, and we’ve fallen into a routine. I feel the love coming from her, though she hasn’t chosen to voice that emotion quite yet. It’s going to take some time to understand how we fit together. Happily ever after isn’t something that turns on like a switch and stays on, after all. It’s going to take work. As much as her life has tangled up her emotions, I’m coming to realize that mine aren’t all sorted out, either.
I focus my thoughts on the moment I’ll arrive at the house as I drive. Last night was beautiful. I bathed her, spent an inordinate amount of time worshipping her beautiful body with the aid of some coconut oil, which brought on a slow, tender love-making session. Tonight, things are going to be different.
Lolo brushes hard against my legs as if ushering me in through the front door. I’ve become almost as attached to him as to the companion he’s spent his whole life adoring. I hope to be allowed to follow him in that. I hear the clink of dishes in the kitchen as I silently edge my way towards the doorway. Looking around the corner I see her, her wardrobe changed from her baggy sweats to a loose pair of cotton shorts, displaying those beautiful legs. In a flash, my hand goes around her mouth from behind, eliciting a muffled snort of air from her lungs.
“Don’t talk.” I say, seeing her wet hands slip out of the dishwater, going to the edge of the sink, the water dripping to the floor silently. She puts up little resistance as I lead her into the spare bedroom, which has been stripped of almost everything but the bed. As we slip into the room, I pick up a tie from the hook on the wall, hastily binding her wrists behind her back before pressing her forward once again.
The scenarios she’s spoken of in our late night sessions, either in bed or out in the air on the deck, are sinking into me, and I’m surprised that I do feel the stirring of heat for them. At first, my body didn’t respond very well, but by the time I’ve pressed her down over the ottoman, stripping her shorts off her feet, I’m more than eager as I strip off my own pants. Her beautiful face is pressed into the leather, her gorgeous ass perched beautifully in the air for my eyes. She grunts as I force myself into her, hard and fast, filling her in an instant. A hard slap lands on that tender, pale flesh, bringing the image of my hand in searing red to my eyes to contrast against that creamy perfection. One hand takes up the majority of her long, brown hair, pulling hard enough to arch her head up off the ottoman as I start thrusting hard and deep into her accepting body.
The first orgasm comes quickly, bathing my shaft in her wetness, which I know will only grow as I continue, reddening her ass with the slapping of my body against hers. As much as I want to be tender and sweet, I know this is something she needs; something she desires. To be honest, it’s starting to grow on me as well. The contrast between last night and this one is remarkable, but both have a place in our lives. Both are just expressions of love, in different ways.
Things are progressing for me much more quickly tonight than usual. Her moans are driving me on, so I withdraw and pick up her small frame, practically tossing her to her back on the bed, trapping her arms behind her. She’s got a look that just burns through me, and by the time I’m back inside her, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last. She’s urging me into her harder and harder and I’m wanting it as much as she is.
The explosion is not quite simultaneous, but I feel her breath in my ear as I collapse on top of her.
“I love you.”
The tears well up in my eyes almost immediately, hearing her soft voice. I don’t know how to respond other than embracing her shuddering body even tighter. Another whisper follows.
“You know, we’ve never talked about protection.”
I lift up, looking into those eyes. “I have to bind you with more than just cords.”
11. Epilogue
The light, billowy dress is shielding my body from his eyes, but his body knows me like no other ever has. Even him. The voices are no longer there, and the flashbacks are mostly gone. My feet have just come up off the floor, his hands gripping tightly, supporting my ass against the wall as he pushes into me. My body’s more than ready for him, though. The teasing has been going on all day and I’m hungry for him. Even the thought of the crowd out on the lawn, gaily enjoying the summer barbeque isn’t a distraction. I only have eyes for him, and those eyes of his are mine and mine alone. We’ve gone slowly from break days and soft days to a blurred blending of the two, settling down into what I think is the closest thing to perfection I could ever hope to experience.
“Shh, keep it down, baby.” He says, hoping to stifle the moans that are starting. Since finding my voice, though, keeping it down is the last thing I ever want to do again. My body just can’t show enough passion or him, so my voice needs to pick up the slack. My back is thudding against the wall as he thrusts into me, the force of is blasting the air from my lungs with each repetition. One sandal has fallen to the floor, the other dangling from my toes. I watch it over his broad shoulders, wondering how it manages to perch there so delicately, but I guess it’s a fitting image of the two of us. I know his nature is nothing but tenderness. This started as something he did just to satiate my darker needs, but it’s definitely grown into more than that, just as I’ve begun to embrace the feather-soft caresses of his rough hands.
We both hear voices in the other room at the same time and one of his hands clamps over my mouth, simply serving to ramp my need higher as his body keeps slamming mine into the wall with blissful precision. I feel it coming, the curl of my toes finally causing the sandal to drop with a thud, as the fire inside me continues to grow.
“Mom?”
Sebastien. Blake takes over, his words somehow perfectly calm and measured, despite his exertion.
“Be out in a few minutes, buddy. Mommy and I are just talking about something.”
He’s slowed some, likely to quiet the sounds our bodies are making and it causes me to hover there for a minute on the brink of orgasm. His cock is still moving in me, though and I’m liking it. I’m starting to feel like his tenderness is only frustrating to me because of the delay. The delicious force of him taking me brings me off quickly, while the other builds slowly. This time, like others, though, I can see it’s bringing me to a higher peak and I want it. I bite his finger playfully, hearing his stifled grunt as he stares at me, still listening for our son.
“Okay, D
addy. Love you.”
“Love you too, bucko.” Blake says. We both listen to the footsteps padding away outside the bedroom door.
“Oh, you’re going to get it for that, love.” Blake says, turning his attention back to me. His thrusts increase in intensity as his hand uncovers my mouth, but a wash of emotion pours over me from the place my orgasm should have come.
I put one hand over each cheek, looking into his eyes. Another’s eyes. They were what I needed all along. I whisper to him.
“No.”
He questions me, silently and I kiss him gently.
“Go slow.”
End of Another’s Eyes
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About the Author
Mariska Hutchence was born in the former Yugoslavia, but she feels no desire to return. Part of that is because she never really lived there, part of it is that it doesn't exist anymore. A classically trained pianist holding a degree in social work, Mariska uses her education and experience to model complex characters for her novels, as well as keeping her kids on the straight and narrow.
A fan fiction writer for years, she's finally turned her talents into publishable works with her own stable of relatable heroines and soul-searching heroes in stories torn from the latest headlines. Living her own 'Happily Ever After' with her husband Scott, she likes to put a positive spin on the vast majority of her stories, while reminding us that 'HEA doesn't mean perfect.'
Other Books by Mariska Hutchence
Bolo
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His only obsession was her…
Avery Boles was stuck with his former military nickname, but the last thing he wanted to be stuck with was the life he was currently living as a civilian. Working part-time as a bouncer at Club Raza while doing less legal work on the side more suited to his talents, Bolo is just biding his time until he can retire…but he didn’t count on The Goddess.
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