by Anna Collins
"Then what happened?" Emily asked.
"Actually, after doing that to me he was feeling very bad and later he realized that he had fallen in love with me from the very first sight" She paused.
"How sweet" Ben Wyatt smiled at me, but Emily was still angry.
"Seeing that he was genuinely sorry I felt pity for him and decided to give him a chance and we were married. The end," she finally stopped.
"And after marrying him, you fell in love with him, right?" she nodded, blushingly. How cute.
"What a heart touching love story. I liked it" Ben Wyatt commented and I sighed in relief. The story was not completely a lie, it was partly true.
"Then Freya, is he keeping you happy after marriage?" asked Emily.
"I am very happy with him," Freya said and hit my leg with her high heeled shoes.
I nodded, she smiled.
"Okay Robert now, tell me about your mom and dad. I heard they died in a car crash? And you were also there with them? Who saved you, dear?" his questions made my heart bleed. I wanted to avoid remembering all that. I would prefer dying rather than remembering those.
A storm was building up inside me. I clutched the table cloth to stop myself from getting violent.
"Sir, let's avoid this topic, please" Freya requested as if she could read my thoughts. I stared her, feeling amazed.
Chapter 11
Freya
I looked up at him and saw the sadness, but didn't press him. He was crying from inside and for the moment I could not see him as my enemy, I saw him as a person who was buried in the pain of losing his most valuable thing, his family. A part of me wanted to reach and hug him. His crude and angry face was looking so soft.
Instead, I simply focused on walking, trying to ignore the thoughts about us spending the night together in the same room. I knew he would be too proud to sleep on the floor so maybe I would let him have the bed it was for one night after all, as Robert had said earlier we would be leaving tomorrow, he would make some excuse.
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Later in the room,
I was standing on the balcony enjoying some fresh air and thinking about Robert Hudson, just his look of pain had touched my heart, I never knew that a bad person like him could ever react like that, and something told me that he was not as bad as he pretended to be. Soon Robert joined me "you did well," he complemented.
But I did not listen to him; I was busy in staring at his chest. He was still wearing his shirt, but the top few buttons were left undone. He followed my gaze and smiled naughtily. I turned away, blushing.
"Freya, you look good in white" his voice came as a whisper.
When I turned to thank him, he had returned to the room.
The sky was roaring with thunder and the sound that the wind was making was actually giving me goose bumps.
Maybe he read my face, "it's just the wind, relax" he smiled.
I nodded pursing my lips. Then all of a sudden the light went off. And nothing scared me like darkness.
I reached for him and without thinking anything I hugged him. I felt his arms around me "don't worry, the light will come back in a second" he tried to reassure me. No, this could not be my monster. His closeness and scent were waking up my lady parts. The whole husband-wife thingy that we have been doing has really turned me on. I could not stop myself from pressing my lips on his chest. He was so intoxicating.
He questioned hesitantly. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I answered and moved softly nudging his balls with my knee. A soft moan escaped me at the friction.
And the light came back, but we made no attempt to move away from each other.
"I didn't bring you up here for that." He stated as he tilted my chin up with his fingers.
Meeting his eyes, "I know. But I want it." There was nothing else that I needed, or wanted, to say. I couldn't make it clearer what my intentions were. He searched my eyes for so long that I almost felt ashamed for being so brazen. But then he cautiously leaned in and touched his lips to mine. It was just a brief and gentle meeting. But I wanted more. He searched my eyes again before kissing me with a little more pressure. I brought my hand to his hair and slightly tugged, bringing him closer. He took my lead and leaned into me so that I ended up flat on my back with him hovering above.
His tongue traced my seam, asking to be let in. I parted my lips and the taste of him exploded in my mouth. It became a dance of seduction between our tongues— like we were dueling for dominance. He deepened the kiss, rolling himself and I opened my legs to position him beneath my thighs. He met my fervor and our movements became nearly desperate. He pressed himself against me and rocked his hard length on my center. I moaned into his mouth in want, needing the delicious friction. My dampened panties uncomfortable, my nipples hardened and the material of my bra irritating. My heart was racing and I could feel his slamming against my chest. " Robert," I whispered his name as a plea.
He sat up and gently peeled down my dress, all the while keeping eye contact. Laying beneath him in just my bra and panties, I shivered at the hunger in his eyes and knowing that it matched my own. I ran my hands over his shoulders, his chest, down to his toned abs before reaching to remove his belt. I managed to unbuckle him and unbuttoned his jeans before he crushed his lips to mine once again.
Robert playfully flicked his tongue against mine before kissing me along my jaw and neck. I reached to the front clasp of my bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor. He ran his eyes over my exposed skin. "Beautiful." He said softly. He moved downward and wrapped his lips around my hardened peaks making me, I cry out at the sensation. While he licked one, he pinched the other rolling them between his thumb and index finger. He alternated between the two and it heightened my arousal.
He trailed kisses down my body, over my ribs and abdomen, before sitting up once again. Removing my panties almost reverently, he stared at my moist cleft. "Freya." He whispered as he took in the sight of my intimate flash. "So wet." There was no warning, no preamble. One minute he was staring at me, the next his mouth covered my swollen pussy. His tongue stabbed into my entrance, causing me to yelp in surprise. Then He licked and flicked and circled my sensitive bundle with his tongue— lapping up my juices, then back to tongue fucking my entrance. But damn, the man was good. I mewled and moaned. I sighed and keened. Wrapping my legs around his head, I buried my hands in his hair and I fucked his face, wanting—no, needing— to cum.
But I felt there was something missing. I just needed one more sensation to send me over the edge, yet I wasn't sure what it was—my brain was too foggy in the sex-induced haze.
I jolted and moaned. My world exploded, vibrating and iridescent. I was overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of lust and sensation as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. I bucked and thrashed wildly beneath him, but he didn't relent, determined to make the feeling last as long as possible. He stopped his assault just before I became too sensitive. But he gently lapped up my cunt juice, slowly bringing me back down to Earth. Giving one last kiss to my clit, he popped his head up. "That was beautiful."
Trailing kisses up my body until his lips reached mine, he took advantage of my parted lips.
Settling his dick at my entrance, he didn't enter me in a rush. Ever so slowly, he pushed his cock into my body at a torturous pace. I could feel every ridge, ripple, and vein— every inch. "You're too big." I moaned in surprise at the pinch of pain when I realized that he wasn't done yet.
"I'm almost in all the way, sweetheart. Just a little more." He said in a strangled voice. I could see the strain in him as if he was fighting the urge to slam home. Once he was fully seated, I could feel him butting against my cervix. He stilled his movements, allowing me to adjust to his length. In fact, he held still for way too long. "Stop moving." He hissed when I wiggled and purposely clenched my pussy muscles around him. "I don't want to hurt you."
I could not believe that the man whom I called a monster could be so gentle, loving and caring.
Chapter 12
Freya
Next morning as Robert had planned, he made an excuse to Ben Wyatt and soon we were out of the farm house.
None of us talked a single thing about last night. I guess we both knew that the heat of the moment had caused us to react in that way and the ‘thing' that happened to us last night would never happen again.
I requested him to drop me at Kate's. He did not say anything to stop me. And that made me sad.
"Soon you will get a call from Brad Kent; he will confirm you when to join back and tomorrow someone will come over to hand you the keys to your new apartment. Thanks for helping me" he smiled casually and drove away. And I just kept looking at him, hoping that he would come back and embrace me with a tight hug, but he did not come back. Tears of sadness were forming in my eyes and this time the reason behind them was only me.
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By the night, I was restless. I needed to see him and this time, I could not stop myself. I went downstairs and took a cab to Hudson Mansion.
It was 2am, The sleepy maid informed me that everyone was sleeping. Ignoring her I ran to the 3rd floor, just to see him. Yes, I was behaving like one of the heroines from the black and white movie, but my body was not ready to listen to my brains.
I pushed open the door, he was not there. But the servant had told me that he was in his room. On looking around, I remembered about the secret room hidden behind the wall cabinet.
My face lit up, yes he was there! No Freya don't go there, he will only think of you as a desperate bimbo. Last night meant nothing to him. Again the voices in my head tried to stop me. I will not meet him, I will take a peek and will run away, I said to myself.
I went inside the cabinet, near the secret door. It was partly open so all I had to do was to peek. The sound of skin ripping, and bones crunching wasn't something I had expected. It hurt my ears to listen and I could have sworn someone was dying, it sounded that painful. My insides were shaking and crying for the person who was enduring that pain. I slid the door to get a better view. Holding my heart in my hands and shaking like I was standing in a freezer, I gained enough strength to lean down and see what was actually happening.
Robert was standing there; his upper body had no clothing. And he was hitting himself mercilessly with a hunter. The strokes were so powerful that fresh blood began dripping out, but he did not stop.
As I saw it, I just stood there frozen, a state of shock. My body was screaming, telling me to get the hell out of there, but I stared blankly at the sight before me.
Chapter 13
Robert
The proud flames of yellow and red exploded into the blackness; the hungry flames of fire were rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud as they quickly formed a circle around me.
Oh hell no! I was trapped in a violent circle of fire. I looked around, only to be welcomed by the scary gazes of darkness.
The dizzying radiant heat from the violently whipping flames pulled me in deeper into the burning abyss as I struggled to fight it. The unwithstandable scent of smoke reeked in my nostrils, scorching and sweltering hot. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I couldn’t breathe, nor could I move; only the sound of the profound beating of my heart told me that I was alive.
Though the smeared tears all over my eyes gave me a hazy vision, but I could still make out that a figure was roaming around me. No, she wasn’t just anyone, she was my mom! And I could say that by seeing her long shiny hair and by her fragrance.
A hint of a smile appeared on my face, "mom!" I called her.
She was still pacing outside the circle of fire; I was certain that she had heard my voice, but why was she not coming to rescue me? Couldn’t she see that I was burning? Couldn’t she see that I was in pain?
She was saying something, in a language which I had never heard before.
The fire was spreading quickly; it was about to reach my legs when I decided that the only one who could save me was myself so I tried to jump out of the circle, but before I could do that a strong force pushed me back in there; and before I could realize, I found myself engaged in a fight with the unknown.
"Mom! I'm in pain, save me" I cried out again, with the little hope in my heart that told me that my mom would save me, that she was equally in pain by seeing me in that condition.
She didn’t respond; she even didn’t look at me.
The heart-wrenching pain was capturing both my heart and body.
"Damn it, mom! I am your own child, save me for God's sake," I shouted in anger.
And for the first time, she turned towards me. She looked different from the last time I had seen her, her eyes were blood red, the flames reflecting in her red eyes were making her look scary.
"Why should I save you? Did you save me when I was dying?" she asked, her voice sounded harsh and demanding.
Her words hit my head like a hammer, "No... I" before I could complete my sentence her whole body converted into some dust of black smoke and she disappeared into the thin air.
"Mom! Listen to me" I kept yelling and crying, but nothing happened, she was long gone.
Opening my eyes, I looked around to find her, but there was no one else in my room. Shit! I was dreaming, again!
I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down my racing heartbeat. Wiping away the drops of sweat from my forehead, I reached to the washroom. Sighing, I uttered, this nightmare will never leave me alone. Then I looked down to the scars lying over my naked chest. Even this can't get me out of the guilt....the guilt of killing you, as I said this a tear rolled over from my eye down to my cheek.
I turned on the shower and let the cold water run over my naked body. The cold water surely managed wash away the droplets of blood that had dried on my body, but they didn’t do a thing to stop the pain that was tearing my heart apart. Will I ever get rid of this guilt? I asked to myself.
Freya
Darkness had its own meaning for everyone. Some found peace in it, others used to sleep it over, but there were also some unique creatures in this world who used these dark layers of the night to practice some activities which they wanted to hide from the world. The activities had to be done discreetly, because normal people would consider them as sinful.
I hated the darkness, it was something that used to make me feel suffocated, it used to bring out the fears that I had hidden in the deepest corner of my heart.
The dim light of the bedside table-lamp somehow managed to fight the darkness of the moonless sky. The light was low, but soothing.
Holding a round cushion across my chest, I could still feel the chills running down my spine.
No one would ever believe me, how could they? When I myself was still having doubts on the clearance of my vision. How could he do this to himself? The eyes that had shown so much care and gentleness how could they be so dark and cruel?
The memories of him, hurting himself mercilessly came in front of my eyes and I shut my eyes tightly. He was so brutal, so merciless, that too to himself!
It was so scary; I couldn’t believe that I was actually feeling bad for a person whom I hated. Hate? Did I really hate him? Arghhh! I had no idea, but for the moment, it felt like there was something heavy inside my heart.
That night with Robert changed a lot of things. I saw his soft side, then what about the insane animalistic character of him?
Biting the nails of my right hand I pulled my laptop on to my lap with the other.
'Someone-who-inflicts-pain-on-ownself', with a shaky hand I managed to type these words on the keyboard.
The results shocked me, Jeez, these people really did exist, they got pleasure my hurting themselves and they were termed as ‘Masochist'. I kept clicking the links to know more about this type of people.
Masochist
Definition
(noun) someone who obtains pleasure from receiving punishment
mars+own+chest.... one who mars(beats or disfigures) his own chest is a masochist
the word was coined after
a person named John MASOCH who used to derive pleasure by inflicting pain on himself.....so people like MASOCH were called masochists....and hence masochist means a person who enjoys his own pain
masochist sounds like massagist.....during massage u feel little pain...but also enjoy the pleasure in it....so masochist is a person who enjoys his own pain...
2nd part sounds like cyst. So one enjoys the pain of his own cyst.
Were these people for real? Jeez! My eyes were bleeding to see the pictures of cuts and blood on the bodies of those people; they were hurting themselves like they were their own enemies. Even enemies would think before hurting and torturing people like that. Unable to take in the image I forced shut down my laptop and covered my face with my shaky, cold hands.
