Chapter Five
Nick stood outside Lucy’s door, wracked with indecision. Steam billowed out of the open bathroom door and the air was filled with the aroma of her lemon scented soap. He had been determined to finally put an end to this torture one way or another but at the last moment it seemed his nerve had failed him.
He was about to turn back when Lucy’s door opened. She had a towel tied around her torso and another wrapped around her head. All of a sudden, she looked extremely small and vulnerable.
“Nick,” she said. “I heard a noise. Is everything okay?”
Nick just looked at her, unable to articulate how much he wanted her at that moment.
“Did I make too much noise coming in? Some friends dropped me off,” she said.
“No,” Nick said hoarsely. “I wasn’t asleep.”
She looked at him curiously and her eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his boxer shorts. He didn’t try to hide it. He had come this far, it was all or nothing now.
“I thought you said I was safe,” she said, but she didn’t look afraid.
“You are,” Nick said. “If you want to be.”
She reached up, revealing her smooth armpits, and undid the towel around her head. Her damp hair fell around her shoulders and her skin glowed, fresh from her bath.
“I haven’t shown you my art as I promised,” she said, standing to one side. “Would you like to see it?”
Even with the sexual charge that was crackling between them, she still had to be a smart mouth. But it was an invitation, nonetheless.
“That would be nice,” he managed.
Lucy picked up a stack of sketchpads and they sat side by side, thighs barely touching, on the bed. She opened one of the books so that it straddled both of their laps. Nick tried to concentrate as Lucy turned the pages wordlessly, feeling the warmth of her body and the caress of her toes against his feet.
Most of the pictures were landscapes, animals, trees and flowers, and a couple of figure studies, all rendered in the same precise style.
“These are excellent,” Nick said. They really were, but it wouldn’t have mattered if they were terrible - he could have continued sitting next to her forever. She picked up the next tablet. This one was filled with manga cartoon girls, brightly colored with pastels, little nymphets with large green eyes and impossibly bright red, blue and yellow hair.
“I do these for fun more than anything else,” Lucy smiled. She put the book to one side and turned to face him. “So what do you think?”
Nick looked into her fathomless eyes and touched her cheek. “Incredible,” he said. “Just amazing.”
They were just inches apart now, and her breath was hot on his face. He traced his finger down her neck and over her shoulders. He leaned towards her and she raised her face and their lips touched. There seemed no need to hurry and they remained connected like that, unmoving, feeling the energy flowing between them. Then Lucy’s little pink tongue popped out and flicked between Nick’s lips.
Suddenly they were lying down together, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Lucy’s towel came undone and Nick felt her breasts against his chest. Her breathing quickened and she threw one naked leg around his waist, the thrashing of her tongue becoming more urgent.
Nick felt himself losing control as she thrust her hand into the opening in his shorts and pulled out his prick. She was panting heavily into his throat now, making guttural noises and rubbing her now exposed mound against his thigh.
It was all happening too fast. Lucy was going crazy. Nick found himself on his back as Lucy ripped his shorts down and straddled him. She leaned forward and grabbed his hair, pushing her labia against the length of his shaft. She bore down on him again, grinding her body against his, and sticking her wet tongue into his ear. She was like a wild cat. It was more like a fight, than making love. Again, she clamped her mouth over his, banging their teeth together, and he tasted blood. With some effort, he managed to push her off him.
“Lucy,” he gasped. “Slow down!”
She looked down at him, her hair strewn across her face, her breasts swaying.
“You’re going too fast,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
Lucy didn’t seem to hear him. Her eyes glazed with lust, she slipped down the bed and began kissing his cock. Grateful for the reprieve, Nick lay back and relished the dart of her tongue around his glans. Then she went lower and took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked on it hard.
“Ah! That hurts!” Nick said sitting up, but Lucy didn’t let go. All he could see was the top of her head as she sucked harder on his testis which was now beginning to ache.
He grabbed each side of her head and pulled her off him.
“Take it easy!”
She knelt at the end of the bed, her body quivering, nipples erect.
“Fuck off!” she yelled, her eyes flashing venom.
“What?”
“I said get out!”
“Wait, Lucy, I want to… but you’re like a tornado. Can’t we slow it down a bit?”
She grinned at him unpleasantly.
“I was right about you,” she said. “You’re fucking gay!”
“Hey!”
“You came here to fuck me, but you can’t handle it. Well, now I’ve lost interest. If you can’t do it, I’ll find someone who can.”
She stood up, and even in his shocked confusion, Nick was stunned by her breathtaking beauty. It was the first time he’d had an opportunity to see her completely naked.
“Go on,” she flung one arm out towards the door.
“Lucy, can’t we…?”
“No.”
Nick picked up his shorts, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Just as he reached the door, Lucy said, “Wait until I tell Summer about this.”
She seemed to have calmed down and her voice was more mocking than angry. You bitch! he thought. Is that what this was all about? You let me in just to humiliate me?
Slowly, he turned to face her. “You want to fuck, then we’ll fuck,” he said in a low voice.
She looked down at his crotch and smirked. “With what?”
Nick didn’t have to look down to know that he had lost his erection.
He was suddenly enveloped in a consuming whirlwind of rage. Lucy had succeeded in dredging up a primordial being that Nick had never known existed. Before he knew what had happened, he was back on the bed and had delivered a backhand to Lucy’s face. Her head snapped around but she quickly recovered and smiled up at him, a feral glint in her eyes.
“Is that the best you can do?” she hissed. “You come in here to rape but because you’re not capable, you have to beat up on a young girl?”
Nick was beyond rational thinking now. He slapped her again and Lucy went for his face with her nails, but Nick grabbed her slim wrists and easily held her down. He sat on top of her, and the blood rushed to his penis which jutted between her breasts.
Lucy seemed to be aware of this because she said, “Come on then, rape me!”
Nick noticed a change in her voice however and he realized she was becoming excited. He thought about the bondage drawings and how he had begun to be featured in them, and he began to understand.
She wants it this way! She’s not into gentle lovemaking and she deliberately goaded me into this.
It no longer mattered. She was lying naked beneath him, her arms pinned, unable to get away. Yes, he guessed this was rape, but if he stopped now, what difference would it make? She could still go to the cops and have him charged with sexual assault.
He let go of her hands and roughly twisted her over onto her stomach. Then he slipped one hand underneath her and hauled her up onto her knees. She started to struggle, but Nick barked at her, “Stay the fuck where you are!”
Incredibly, she did.
“Open up, you cunt!” he shouted, slapping the insides of her thighs. Again, Lucy complied, displaying her neatly packaged and hairless mons. Even in his agitated and deranged st
ate, Nick paused to appreciate the view. This was Lucy, the stuff of his dreams, exposing herself to him in the most submissive of positions. Then he brought his open hand down across her buttocks as hard as he could.
“Didn’t hurt!” Lucy cried out.
Nick gave her another one, then another, and from the sounds Lucy made, they were certainly hurting now. Her ass cheeks were coming up bright pink and her thighs were quivering.
“You still think I’m gay?” Nick snarled, landing yet another stinging blow.
“Yes,” Lucy sobbed into the pillow.
“Want me to prove I’m not?”
“Yes,” she sniffed again.
Nick had never laid a hand on a girl in his life but somehow, Lucy had drawn this out of him. He took his stiffened member in hand and pressed the swollen glans against her pussy lips. He was going to be rough and he didn’t care if he hurt her. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he was inside her and discovered that Lucy was already well lubricated - in fact; she was dripping, her bodily secretions coating her inner thighs. He grabbed her hips and started pumping into her. He hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but he was past caring now. Her pussy was tight and warm as he made long thrusts into her body. He grabbed her small waist and she arched her back, impaling herself deeper.
“How’s this for gay?” he asked.
Lucy didn’t reply. She was making little high-pitched yelping sounds with each thrust of his cock. Nick quickly built up momentum. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was animal lust, and he needed release. It came quicker than he expected, a hot rush of his seed flooding into her.
Lucy remained in position, ass up, head down, as his dam broke and he emptied his load into her womb. As his orgasm subsided, so did all of the fury and the passion. Looking down at Lucy’s sore ass and her compliant posture, he suddenly felt sorry for her. In the throes of his pent-up passion, he had blamed her for provoking him, but there was no point in denying the fact that it was he who had entered her room.
He slipped out of her moist depths and turned her over. “Are you okay?” he whispered, lying beside her.
He half expected a sarcastic response, but Lucy merely nodded and buried her face against his neck.
Nick pulled the sheet over them, turned off the Chinese lantern, and tried to slow down the raging torrents in his head.
Chapter Six
Nick awoke in Lucy’s bed and blinked up at her bonsai trees, silhouetted against the morning sunlight. Lucy was gone. Images from the previous night rushed into his mind and a bolt of panic flashed through him.
Did all of that really happen?
He broke into a cold sweat as he realized the potential consequences of his actions. Even though the girl had led him on and baited him terribly, the simple reality was that he had gone to her room and raped her. That was of course, the only way the police would view it. How could he have been so stupid? He was effectively at her mercy now.
A quick check of the house told him that Lucy must have gone to her Saturday morning classes - or at least he hoped so. He showered, made coffee, and did a little tidying up. He tried watching TV and then he logged onto the internet but he felt restless. All he could think about was the frenzied sex of the previous night. In one alcohol-fuelled moment of madness, everything had changed. This cute, funny, sexy girl that had so captivated him had been reduced to a naked, writhing beast. I hit her, for Christ’s sake!
He needed to do something to steady his troubled state of mind. He realized that he hadn’t been down to his workshop since he had first laid eyes on Lucy, so he went out to the back patio, down a flight of stone steps, and unlocked his basement door. When he turned on the fluorescent lights, a crouching tiger was still standing half-finished on his work bench. He ran his hands over the surface of an oak table, another work-in-progress, and then surveyed the complicated framework he was constructing, now standing seven feet high. He still had no idea what he intended it to be. He had dubbed it the ‘tetra frame’.
Nick went to his workbench and regarded the tiger for a moment, then he put it on a shelf along with some of his other incomplete carvings. He selected a piece of sycamore from a plastic bin and sat at his work bench. He remained still for a while, waiting for some kind of inspiration but when none came, he picked up a jack knife and began to scrape.
Most wood carvers work from a pattern, but Nick believed that the finished sculpture was already waiting to be discovered inside the raw wood. In time, its identity would emerge. Testimony to this were the multitude of wooden animals, figures and faces, buildings and trees, which lined the shelves of his workshop.
Carving was therapeutic for Nick and as he cut steadily into the wood, he let his mind wander back to Lucy. Actually he had never stopped thinking about her. Without being aware of it, he had allowed the girl to completely intoxicate him.
He was still feeling uneasy about any possible repercussions from the previous night, and he was also rather concerned at the violent side to his nature that Lucy had managed to expose. He replayed the scene again, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement. He certainly hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but he couldn’t deny the rush he had felt when he had physically overpowered her. It was a new and frightening emotion which he was still trying to process.
Then there was Lucy. There was no doubt that she had deliberately incited him. He could still see the passion in her eyes when he was straddling her. Unless he was seriously mistaken, the chick really got off on violence. And what about her drawings? Self portraits of being spanked, stretched and suspended. It occurred to Nick that he really knew nothing about his young tenant and yet he felt as though he had known her his whole life.
More than all of this however, he wanted to fuck her again. He recalled the exquisite scent of her smooth pale skin, the tightness of her juicy cunt, the taut muscles of her thighs and the roundness of her dark, puffy nipples.
They were certainly in some kind of a relationship now. There was no way Nick could allow this to be a one off. He wouldn’t be able to stand living in the same house if he couldn’t have her again. Unfortunately, she held all the cards. She might have woken up and regretted the whole thing. Or worse, she had set him up and gone to the cops.
Oh fuck, he thought. She’s driving me mad.
He continued whittling away, trying to turn his mind elsewhere, always coming back to Lucy. When he finally snapped out of his reverie it was past one o’clock. He’d been working for two hours. Sometimes his freestyle approach didn’t work and he had been known on occasion to whittle a piece of wood away to nothing. That wasn’t to be the case here though. He laid down the knife, picked up the wood and examined it - he had carved the shape of a naked Asian girl.
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Nick fitted the padlock on the basement door and went back up to the house. There was an empty glass and plate on the kitchen table, and Indian music and the scent of incense drifted in from the front living room.
He went through and found Lucy sitting on a mat, eyes closed, palms pressed together, and legs-crossed, each foot resting upon the opposite thigh. She was wearing a sheer red leotard and Nick paused in the doorway to watch.
“Hi,” Lucy said, without opening her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Nick replied. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“You weren’t. It’s your house.”
She remained in her pose, and Nick took the opportunity to examine her more closely. The leotard clung tightly to her lithe body and the outline of her breasts and pudenda were clearly pronounced. During their wild sex - or whatever it was - Nick hadn’t had the time to fully appreciate her physical beauty, and the longer he gazed, the more inebriating it became.
“Stop staring at me,” she said, a ghost of a smile fluttering across her lips.
“How did you know I was still here?”
“I can sense you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Actually, now that you are here, you can help me if you want. I usually do this with Summer.�
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“I don’t know anything about yoga,” Nick said.
“I’ll show you. You won’t need to do much; I just need to draw on your energy.”
Nick hesitated, then came towards her. Lucy gracefully uncurled herself and rose to her feet, standing directly in front of him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said. “Strip down to your underwear.”
Alrighty.
He quickly undressed, until he was standing in just his boxers.
“We’re going to start with a sacred embrace,” Lucy said. “The idea is to transfer as much loving energy as possible. It’s better with a man and a woman. A woman’s energy is passive, or of emptiness, and a man’s is active and full of movement. Shiva and Shakti, what the Taoists call Yin and Yang. This is the duality of all energy forms in the universe, man and woman, spirit and matter, Heaven and Earth.”
“Could you repeat that again?”
“Be serious, I need you to concentrate.”
She inched closer and raised her arms. “Put your arms around me and rest your head on my shoulder.”
Nick had to lean down a little but they actually fitted together quite comfortably.
Yin and Yang.
He could feel her breasts squashed against his chest and her mound pressing against his crotch. Inevitably he started to get hard.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Shush. Sexual energy is good. Just don’t move.”
That’s going to difficult, Nick thought, as his member swelled defiantly.
They stood holding each other for a couple of minutes, Nick feeling the warmth of her breath on his neck, and realizing that this was the way it should have been last night.
“Can you feel it?” Lucy asked.
He could certainly feel something - this gorgeous young body wrapped around his.
Finally, Lucy broke away. She looked up at him and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’, too.”
“Ah, I see. Thank you.”
“Lie on the floor. On your back.”
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