He walked over, placing his hand on Brad’s shoulder. “I have to stay focused. I need you to try, because if you don’t, I won’t be able to leave. I won’t be able to say goodbye again. There is no way I’ll be able to move on.”
“You are not making sense. If you love her why would you want me to…?”
“I can’t love her. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I have to go. Brad, if you don’t, I will never be able to go. Trust me, you should see the way she looks at you. You won man. You already won.”
“You have to be nicer to her, Dylan. I don’t want her to try and leave again. She may not make it back next time. I need your help to get her stronger before you leave. At least get her started. You used to be a personal trainer when we were younger. If he does come after her, she needs the strength to get away. ”
Chapter 38
She was deadly. She was poison. She would break him. Again.
~Dylan Richarson
Obsession and Sacrifice
Tiffany Carmouché
*Nicole*
“I can’t.” I sat on Dylan’s bed. There was no way I had enough strength in my arms to pull my body up.
“You have to try, Nicole. This isn’t a game. This could mean your life.” Dylan stated matter-of – factly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. Brad had asked him to train me, and when I realized it was the only way I was able to spend any time with him I decided to participate. Dylan wanted me to be able to protect myself, so he agreed.
Painfully, I took each step, making my way to the little metal bar he had put up in the doorway. It appeared so innocent, but I knew it would soon laugh at my defeat. Putting my hands on the cold bar, I squeezed my biceps. Even gave myself a cheating jump, but my efforts were uneventful. In fact, they were pitiful.
Dylan came to the doorway, gently nudging me out of the way. His hands grabbed hold of the bar. It seemed so small next to him.
“It’s not fair. You’re almost as tall as it is.”
Holding the bar, he folded his knees under himself so his height wouldn’t help him do the pull ups. As he raised his body, his beautiful muscles flexed--his biceps bulged and his chest grew. My hand almost tingled, longing to touch him. He rose and fell with such ease. The corners of my mouth gently lifted as his body exhibited power and strength. As he went up and down on the bar, I watched his muscles contracting and a sudden warmth came over me. He used to be mine. My subconscious remembered something I hadn’t because although I had hardly any memories of him, I began feeling we belonged together. I had a secret desire to reignite whatever it was that we had. Why had I messed everything up?
With each day, I grew more infatuated with him, and the more he seemed uninterested, the more I craved him. I watched his body begin to glisten. My mouth dried. My tongue wanted to taste his moist salt. I wanted his body to slide against mine, wet with passion. My hormones were all out of whack and controlling my sexual curiosity grew harder. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but he would again avoid my advances. As he finished, I couldn’t help it, my hand shot out and caressed his chest. So hard. So moist. So warm.
His huge hand covered mine as if I was violating his space, and he led my hand away from his body. Even the brief moment my hand touched his, my heartbeat increased. I knew, however, if I didn’t try to do the pull up, I would be dismissed and have to leave his company.
“I want to learn to do that.” I used his arm to lift myself up from the wall. A thin layer of his sweat moistened my hand. I had to seem uninterested or he would leave.
“Nicole, you need to. You need to be able to pull yourself up in case we are not there and he goes after you again. You need to build up your strength. I’ll help Brad get you stronger but then I have to go.”
I didn’t want him to leave, ever. He was like a drug I didn’t think I could live without. I reached for the bar. My fingertips grazed at it. I jumped up to reach it, but pain shot into my shins when I landed back on my legs and I wobbled. Missed.
“You make it look so easy,” I whined. “Help me, please.” More than wanting to conquer the challenge, I wanted him to touch me. Even if it was just to help me with an exercise, I wanted to feel his strength.
He came close to me. He bent his arms to put his hands around my waist. His body, so close. So close. I could smell his sweat mixed with the gentle dab of cologne. I closed my eyes. Kiss me. His hands warm. I liked his touch.
He lifted me slowly. As my body traveled above his, my head slid up next to his muscular chest and I let out a little sigh, reaching for the bar. I tightened my arms, as if my strength had done something to raise me. As he continued to lift me, my breasts almost grazed his face. My nipples hardened. Couldn’t he tell how much I wanted him?
Chapter 39
*Dylan*
Nicole’s stomach moved past Dylan’s face. If he lowered his head slightly he could taste her, but her sweat pants covered her essence. She gently curved her hips forward. Why was she taunting him? His mouth watered and he felt driven to her scent as if she was in heat.
Dylan lifted and lowered her slowly. Each time her body moved so close to his, his desire for her increased. His heartbeat intensified with each pass. Her breast gently grazed his face. He closed his eyes for a moment. He had to be strong. But her lips looked so delicious.
She was deadly. She was poison. She would break him. Again.
Her breath grew more erratic with every pull up, even though Dylan did most of the work. Her lips were inches away. He tried to resist her, but then she wrapped her legs around his body and begged him.
“Dylan, make love to me,” she whispered.
“I would need to be in love with you to do that,” he lied. He loved her as if it were her blood that ran through his veins, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t care.
She hung from the bar, her legs gripping around his waist. “Dylan, please.”
He grew angry at her temptation. He couldn’t care. He couldn’t allow himself to admit that he wanted her, but his desire became uncontrollable.
“Please,” she yearned.
“You want me to fuck you, Nicole? Is that what you want?” His harshness upset her. He could see the hurt in her eye.
“I want to make love to you.” He wouldn’t respond. He couldn’t. She finally whispered, “Fuck me, Dylan. I need you. Please fuck me.”
Almost as if unleashing a wild animal, the blood rushed through his veins. As she hung on the bar, he took her shirt in his hands and ripped it open. “You want me to fuck you, Nicole?” His biceps bulged as his hands tore the lace bra that bound her breast, releasing them for his pleasure. His lips, like a magnet, were instantly drawn to her nipples, as his mouth engulfed them, she gasped.
His hands fondled her beautiful breasts and as he tasted every inch of them, he needed more. He released her from the bar, and her shirt and bra fell to the floor as he carried her to the bed, throwing her down. Her breasts bounced as she landed.
Stripping off his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, and pulled down his pants. He stood there at the base of the bed, naked, panting like an animal.
He leaned over, sliding the sweat pants and panties off her so her naked body lay before him. He paused for a moment gazing at her. So beautiful. Her body pink--breathtaking. His hands slipped up her calves to her thighs and he touched her. As he stimulated her body, her hips arched, as if she yearned for him to touch her moistness.
As he made his way up her body, his manhood finally touched her vagina and she arched even more, spreading her legs as if she wanted to feel him inside of her.
“Oh, Dylan.” A burning feeling began in his stomach and overwhelmed every cell in his body when the head of his erection rested outside the moist opening.
His breath erratic. Hers in a frenzy. She lifted her pelvis even hi
gher so he would enter her.
“Aaaahhh,” she moaned.
Just his teasing on the entrance sent little jolts of energy through him.
“Take me, Dylan. I need to feel you inside of me.”
She wrapped her legs around him. “Dylan, make love to me…” He couldn’t. “Fuck me, is that what you want to hear, Dylan? Fuck me,” Her nails dug into his back as she begged. But he stopped.
“You want to be fucked?” He became agitated, realizing he almost gave into his passion.
“I want to make love to you.” She sighed.
He slid himself off of her.
“What are you doing? I need you.”
“You want to get fucked right?” He began to stand up.
“Shhh, please Dylan, please.”
He ripped a piece of the sheet and tied it to her wrist. Then he ripped another piece and tied both ankles as well as both wrists. He was silent as he worked. She lay there breathing hard. He could tell she was nervous, but she wanted him so badly, she was willing to do anything to be his. She is poison. He lifted her, throwing her over his shoulder and began walking away from the bed. He walked out the door to Brad’s room.
“What are you doing?”
He threw her on the bed and began tying her to the bed posts. She thrashed her body.
“What are you doing?”
He spread her legs. She squirmed, trying to break free. “What are you doing, Dylan? Stop.”
“I just went out with you, Nicole, because you were the only girl who wouldn’t sleep with me. Once we had sex, I would have dumped you. I know you will fuck me now, so the
challenge is over. I’d rather not waste my time. I’m not going to make love to you, because I don’t love you Nicole. And I can’t fuck you because Brad’s in love with you. He doesn’t have the guts to do anything about it, so maybe this will help.”
“I hate you. You can’t do this to me.” She continued thrashing.
“It is for your own good. Maybe if you get laid, you’ll quit bugging me. I’m never going to be interested, Nicole. You are not my type,” he lied.
“You can’t do this to me, you can’t leave me here.”
“I can do whatever I want. The sooner you sleep together, the faster I’ll get you out of my hair. He loves you. He is a good guy. A really good guy. You’ll thank me later.”
Chapter 40
*Nicole*
“I hate you!” I screamed as he left the room. “Dylan, get me out of here, DYLAN!” My screams became high and shrill and frantic. Bradley couldn’t find her here, tied up. I felt so humiliated. Dylan was such an ass. “Dylan, Please!” I tried thrashing my body free but he had tied the sheets too tight. There I lay, naked, sprawled across Bradley’s bed, my arms tied to the bed post, as if crucified, and my legs tied open so I would easily be taken. “DYLAN!” My throat raw from my pleading, it hurt to swallow. “Please!”
Finally I broke into tears feeling defeated, feeling stupid for craving this man who obviously had no feelings for me at all. Why had I been so eager to give myself to him? What was Bradley going to think of me when he saw me like this on his bed? And worse, what was he going to do? Was he an animal like Dylan? Would he humiliate me as well?
I came on to Brad weeks before, but I didn’t want him now. I didn’t want anyone. I was ashamed of my lust and wished I could cover my exposed body before he returned home. Would he force himself on me? “Dylan, please.” My voice cracked as I made one last plea. Just then Dylan re-entered the room.
“If this won’t get you laid, I don’t know what will.”
“Don’t you leave me here. Please Dylan, I won’t bother you anymore, please. I’ll do anything. Please.”
He ignored my pleas, lighting a few candles and turning on the stereo.
“Please, Dylan.”
He turned off the light as he left the room, leaving Bradley’s door wide open. He went back into his room, locking the door. A tear streamed down my face as I lay there naked, ashamed and vulnerable.
That is when I heard it. The front door opened, and I knew I would soon be discovered. I made one last failed attempt to escape. I heard Bradley enter the kitchen. The footsteps slowly made their way down the hallway towards me, I breathed in. I heard the bathroom door close and the water from the shower turn on. I struggled again to break out of the binding but soon gave up.
Chapter 41
*Bradley*
Bradley got out of the shower, grabbed the towel, rubbed the dampness out of his hair, and then dried his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his clothes from the counter and began walking toward his room. He heard the music playing. What’s going on? He peeked in. Candles were flickering and that’s when he saw her.
“Nicole?”
He dropped his clothes on the floor in shock and closed the door to his room. Lying on the bed was Nicole. She was naked.
The candles softly touched her, dancing light over the curvature of her body. I stood there for a moment mesmerized at her beauty, posed on my bed, waiting for me? Could it be? Could it be she wants me? Silently she lay there and he too, lost all sound in his voice. His heart raced as he approached the bed. Her legs spread open as if they were inviting him to make love to her. Under his towel his erection grew harder as he gazed in disbelief at every curve, at her porcelain skin, at her body waiting for him to take her. As he approached the bed in his towel, he could see her nipples harden, standing erect, wanting to be tasted. And her vagina unconfined, waiting for his lips to please. Am I dreaming? Am I in heaven?
He dropped his towel, reaching the bed. The softness of her skin, so beautiful, so beautiful. He got to the base of the bed. He touched her thigh gently. Tracing her leg with his fingertips, he traveled up her supple thigh and back down her calves to her ankles, till he got to the binding. Had Dylan suggested this? The candles flickered, caressing her body and he realized he wanted to begin with her lips. Her kiss. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to experience every aspect of her, but I wanted more than anything to kiss her lips.
He unbound her legs and brought them together, protecting her virtue. He approached the top of the bed. Her breast gently lifted and fell with each breath. So alluring. Almost distracted by the banquet of her breast, he focused on her succulent lips. Our first kiss. But he realized suddenly her arms, her arms were bound as well. She couldn’t have done this to herself.
As he gazed back to her face, he noticed her eyes, the sweet sadness in her eyes and the stain of a tear that had fallen down her check. As he reached over her body to untie one of the restraints, his face almost braised her voluptuous breast. He so wanted to consume her. But he finally realized, this was not her idea.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she finally asked in a timid voice.
He was horrified by the question. “Nicole, I would never fuck you. You’re not the kind of girl a man fucks.” He caressed her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes. “You’re the kind of girl a man makes love to.”
Her lips were so full. Both their bodies were there in the candlelight--naked. He gazed at her and untied the last restraint, pulling a corner of the blanket up to cover her. He picked his towel up off the floor and covered himself, feeling stupid for thinking she wanted him.
Tears began to flood her eyes. And he held her.
“He didn’t want me, Bradley. He didn’t want me. I hate him. I hate him!”
She squeezed him tight. “He said he wanted you to fuck me so I would leave him alone. He tied me up here and left me like this for hours. I screamed and he left me here. I hate him.”
Brad held her tight, disgusted that Dylan would do such a thing. His heart sank. Seeing her naked on his bed, waiting for him, filled him with a hunger, but it was all Dylan’s sick plan. He craved her--his pulse throbbing. Her nipples beca
me erect as I approached her, she had to feel something. He gazed into her eyes. Her lips, damp with tears, seem to be inviting him to taste them. For a moment their mouths gravitated toward each other. I want her. I need her. His lips were just about to meet hers when her hand stopped them.
“I’m sorry, Bradley.” Her eyes lowered, breaking the connection building between the two of them. “I can’t do this. Just hours ago I was throwing myself at Dylan. I can’t do this. I’m in love with him, and he doesn’t want me. I hate him so much Bradley. I feel so stupid.”
Chapter 42
“I will always love you, he whispered to himself. That is why I have to let you go.”
~Dylan Richarson
Obsession and Sacrifice
Tiffany Carmouché
*Bradley*
“What the hell is wrong with you, Dylan? What the hell is wrong with you? How could you do that to her?”
“I was helping you out, Brad. I knew you wouldn’t do anything until she was laying there waiting for you. So was she good?”
“That was so messed up, so degrading to her.”
“Quit whining man. I was doing you a favor.”
“You don’t get it, do you?”
“Look, it wasn’t like I left her for some stranger. You love her. She’s attracted to you. I thought it would just speed up the process. I figured once you were together, she’d stop bothering me.”
“You can’t treat people like that.”
“I did nothing wrong. She wanted to get fucked. Who knows the last time you’ve gotten laid. I wanted her off my back. It was a win-win situation. So was she any good?”
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