by Anna Collins
"Hi Freya" he greeted me.
"Hi…Hi" Shit I forgot his name.
"Babe, you chat with Freya I will go and grab my purse. And Freya, don't be mean" she warned.
I pouted. She was the one who was both mean and nasty.
"Aww, you looked so cute when you made that face to her.
Trust me if I were your boyfriend, I would have never left you alone not even for a second. Look at you, you are so beautiful" he said with a flirtatious smile.
Was he flirting with me? I rolled my eyes at him "thanks" I said and turned to leave.
"I wished I met you before Kate," he said on my back.
I turned back "excuse me!"
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that but I really like you" he bit his tongue after saying that.
It was so awkward, I felt clueless, I wanted to rebuke him for hitting on me but at the same time, it felt good that a good-looking guy like him thought that I was beautiful. Only a few guys had asked me out, though I was not keen to make a boyfriend but it felt nice when someone called you beautiful.
"See stay in your limits. Kate will kill you if she came to know about this. If you don't want me to tell her then behave yourself" I warned.
He nodded and went to Kate's room.
"Stupid" I shook my head.
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I lay on my bed but could not sleep. I kept tossing and turning while my mind was unable to remove the image of Robert Hudson from its memory. Why was I still remembering him? Ahh! I closed my eyes and forced closed my eyes.
Robert
That feeling of emptiness took over my senses. I wanted to beat and hurt myself until I passed out but I knew even that would not help me. My insides were craving for Freya, I wanted to see her. I wanted to touch her. But that was impossible, she hated me, she hated me more than anything in this world. She considered me to be her biggest enemy. I was just a revenge project for her.
I gulped down a full bottle of alcohol but my senses were still very much alive. I had never craved for anything like I was craving for her at that very moment. Just a sight of her would mean a lot to me.
Then the little voice inside my head told me to go and see her. And I decided to listen to it.
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I was standing at the door of her apartment. My tie had disappeared somewhere, the first four buttons of my black shirt came undone. My hair was unruly and I left my jacket in the car. In short, I looked like a complete mess. So the idea of impressing her with my looks was out of the syllabus.
I had two options, No.1 ring the bell, see her and hear a mouthful from her. No.2 go back empty handed. But there was a problem, I was in an urgent need to see her. I took a deep breath and went for option one.
I kept pressing the bell but there was no answer. Maybe she was not at home. I was about to go away when I heard the sound of the door, someone had opened it, not someone it was her.
"Who is it?" she asked yawningly.
As her face came into my view I forgot all the confusions, all the worries and everything else. She was wearing a pink flowery T-shirt and cotton pajamas. Looking extremely cute, I have always liked her better when she wore these cute night clothes.
As her eyes met mine, her eyes turned bigger. Then she rubbed her eyes for a clear vision.
"You are not dreaming," I said plainly.
Did it mean that she used to dream about me often? Argh! Now I was thinking like a hormonal teenager.
"What do you want?" she asked imitating my plain voice.
I want you. I want to take you right here by this wall.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Listen I am feeling very sleepy so make it fast" she raised her face.
"First, answer me, why are you being so rude?" I asked inching close to her and she backed away immediately.
"I have learned this from you" she stumbled, my closeness was clearly intimidating her.
"Yes, now you can act all rude with me because now you don’t have to pretend to be in a relationship with me. Right?" I smirked.
"Wrong! We were never in a relationship" she threw those words at my face.
I gritted my teeth, then grabbed her arm and pushed her inside the house, closing the door behind us.
"Ouch! Stop manhandling me" she pounced and hit on my arm.
I smiled mischievously "oh I thought you liked my touches. Ups, I forgot that those words were fake like you are" I growled.
"I'm not fake. I thought you were evil so I just wanted to expose you to the world" she looked away.
I held her face, making her look at me. "You wanted to expose this?" and with my other hand, I began unbuttoning my shirt, soon all the buttons came off and I yanked out the shirt standing bare-chested in front of her.
Her mouth was silently open when she scanned my bare torso with her eyes. It was not because of the beauty of a male chest; she was awed to see the number of scars that was resting on my chest.
"This is the real me. You were right Freya. I am a maniac, I am a masochist and I enjoy inflicting pain on myself. This is what you wanted to expose, but could not capture the image. Why are you standing still like this? Take out your camera and capture my madness. An evil person like me deserves all the hatred in this world." I yelled.
Tears were beaming out of her eyes as she slowly brought her shaky hands onto my chest. The slight touch of her finger on my scar felt just like electricity.
Then she looked up at me, her face was filled with affection and tears and she slowly spoke "why do you do this to yourself? Don't you feel any pain?"
I sighed "the pain of guilt is more profound than this one Freya. I did something that is unforgivable" I breathed.
She wrapped her arms around my back and rested her face on my chest "Robert I'm sorry" she said and kissed all over my chest, placing the beautiful imprints of her moist lips on each and every scar on my chest. I inhaled deeply and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer and closer to my body.
At that moment nothing else mattered in the world. Her touches were healing me.
Soon I became more and more desperate to take her when I lost all my control, I picked her up in my arms and impatiently headed towards the bedroom.
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She was still kissing my wounds as my hand moved all over her waist and butt.
She looked at me "I will not ask you about your guilt. I just want to request you something, stop doing this to yourself. No one deserves to be punished like this" she said.
I sighed "Freya, you will not understand this. I have already gone too far on this path and I have reached the point of no return"
"Rubbish! Nothing is impossible, you will just have to try. I will not let you hurt yourself" she said innocently.
"That's even worse Freya, then I might just end up in hurting you and if that happens I will not be able to live with myself anymore," I said gripping tightly on her arms.
"You mean, if I try to stop you from hurting yourself, you will hurt me instead?" she asked.
"I don't know, I become a totally different person at that time. I lose all control over myself Freya. I become the scariest monster ever" I said.
"I can handle my monster" she cooed and got on her tiptoes to peck on my lips.
I raised an eyebrow "I see, but you were saying something else in the morning, in front of Ben Wyatt"
She looked down and bit down her lower lip "I said because I was mad at you. You didn't let me speak anything when I came to your house and yesterday when I told you I was kidnapped you refused to believe that as well and when I hugged you, you pushed me away"
"I am sorry," I said softly.
Her eyes went bigger "This is the first time. I can't believe this! You are actually apologizing" she said.
I smiled "there has been a lot of first times with you like this" I said and began kissing her on the lips. She moaned.
Chapter 39
Freya
He was standing in front of me just in his boxers and his warm chest and hair s
melled of soap and shampoo. As he nibbled on my ears and pecked at my cheeks, I could also detect the aroma of whiskey. With his body weight pressing me down, his hands were free to wriggle on my pajama bottoms to my knees then down around my ankles. Through my vehement gestures, he grasped the elastic waistband of my undies and ripped them from my quivering ass.
I barely had time to protest when I felt his sturdy cock forcing itself between my legs and plunging, ever deeper into my tightly clenched pussy. With the bulbous head of his thick pole lodged securely in my twat, I felt him thrust into me and his hands began to work their way under the thin, cotton fabric of my T-Shirt. My sheer bra was no match for his exuberance and within seconds I was topless with his big paws groping my breasts. He pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingers. The forceful sensitivity carried a sensuous seduction. His cock was now firmly ensconced in my snatch and his hands had a death-grip on my tits.
I bounced into the bedroom naked and shiny with sweat. With just a nod and a sharp slap on my butt, I flopped on the bed on my elbows and knees. While my face was pressed into the pillows.
I shyly reached behind me and with one hand, spread the taut flesh of my asshole. I could only imagine the puckered opening preparing for the final assault. I slobbered a load of saliva into my other hand and fumbled for his cock. Still slick with cum, I guided his missile towards my rear entrance and clenched my teeth and furrowed my brow. With one sheepish appeal "to be gentle with me", I ushered his slippery totem to the brink of my anus and prepared.
It didn't take long. We were both excited and nervous. Surprisingly, maybe from a mixture of relief and relaxation, I felt the uncomfortable pressure of his advance, but not nearly the anticipated pain. We both felt the initial resistance of my body, and then he reached out and took a firm grip on my tits. He paused for a second and noticed my body relax and adjust to the new intrusion. Robert then re-squeezed my jugs, inched ever-closer on his knees and pressed forward. The mushroom-shaped head now eased its way up my dark passage.
With a shallow intake of breath and a shudder from my insides, I felt the great snake slither forward. Again he positioned himself closer to my back. I heard and felt his heavy balls slapping on my pussy lips. His grip strengthened on my tits and then I heard a low guttural moan from deep in his belly. He leaned heavily on my back and appeared to catch a second wind. Soon, comforted by the lack of pain, I was able to arch my back and drive my ass back towards him. He then gathered momentum and soon we were lunging and flexing like a well-oiled machine. I trembled to my first anal orgasm and Robert then bellowed a roar as his steaming load shot deep into my ass.
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"Was that enough for you? Or do you want more?" I cooed in his ears.
He smiled in comprehension. "Well, in that case, I should tell you that I'd love to rub up on your hips and beautiful butt if only I could get to them."
Oooh, that was smart. I sighed and faked boredom. "Well, I suppose you can go ahead and take my panties off if you really want to."
He slid his hands up inside and onto my cheeks. Rubbing my hips and upper thighs. I lifted my legs out and let him continue rubbing. I rolled over onto my front and rested my head in my arms so he could rub my butt and legs. He pushed hard and worked my muscles loose.
After a few minutes, he said, "You know, I could also give you a shoulder rub if only I could get to your shoulders."
I sat up and said in a fake, disaffected voice, "Proceed."
He leaned in and kissed me softly. As he slowly pulled his mouth away, I leaned forward, trying to keep the contact. I exhaled slowly and looked up at his eyes. He put his hands on my arms to direct me how to turn, then started rubbing my shoulders. I hung my head and closed my eyes, hands still in my lap as I sat cross-legged on the bed. It felt heavenly.
After a few more minutes, Robert said, "You know, if I could get to your back, I..."
Reaching my hand to the back of his head, I pulled him into a kiss and breathed out, "Just take me, now."
Robert guided me onto my back and kissed me with a vengeance.
His hand worked down to my ass and when one of his hands was able to spread out and cover most of my curves there, I felt small- small and...safe. Here was this larger, stronger person that merged his body with mine, enjoying my body, pleasuring it and finding pleasure in it. In that moment, I felt like his.
I had to get closer. I had to feel him on me. Robert had been lying to my side, leaning over me as we kissed. Now again he moved in between my legs, which I gladly spread for him. Shifting his hips a few times until his cock got nestled at my entrance, he asked, "Are you ready?"
He slid only one finger inside of me. I shuddered and held my breath, waiting for more. But there was no more.
"Yes! Yes, I'm fucking ready! Just...aaaAGH!"
I didn't get to finish my sentence because he pushed a few inches in. Robert closed his eyes and shuddered at the sensation. I put my hands on his chest and gasped. We both needed this- him to remember, me not to forget; him to feel, me not to stop feeling ever. I realized that we weren't just using one another for physical pleasure; we were using each other to seek wholeness. I didn't know why Robert thought he could find that with me, but as long as it felt like this...
His thrusts were slow and strong and deep. My back arched and my breasts pushed against him. He reached his mouth down to kiss my neck and breasts. I put a hand on the back of his head to encourage that. My other hand explored his back, enjoying the smoothness of it. I felt the tensing and relaxing of his muscles as he pushed into me and pulled out. Over and over, hypnotically. He wasn't thrusting to seek release, it was too slow for that. He was thrusting to feel again and again the pleasure of entering and being joined with another person, with me.
He stopped abruptly and wrapped one arm all the way around my back. Moving his knees into a kneeling, he said, "Hang on to me." I tightened my grip on his back just as he pushed us up off the bed with his free arm. He pushed and balanced himself until he was kneeling, with me still connected to him, my legs extending behind him. He readjusted his legs until they were crossed beneath me, making a nice seat for me to rest in. I bent my knees and put my feet on the bed, allowing me to sink lower onto Robert's lap.
In that seated position, we were face to face, arms around the other to keep us from falling back. We didn't even need to thrust for a while- just being on his lap and letting my weight provide pressure at the point of our union felt nice. Every once in a while, one of us would wiggle just a bit. We kissed slowly, languidly, tenderly. We explored ears, chins, necks with our lips. Robert pulled back and looked at me.
"Freya, you are beautiful. You are so, so beautiful." It was the sex talking, I knew. Hormones racing, mood out of control. Hell, my vagina was clamped onto his penis and was making gentle squeezes. Of course, he thought I was beautiful, I was fucking him.
The problem was, his weren't the only hormones racing at the moment. I opened my eyes and looked into his. We held still and stared deeply at each other for a few seconds and Robert lifted his hand to caress my cheek. In an unchecked moment, I said, "Robert? Robert, I..."
I'm afraid to think how I might have finished that sentence. But I didn't. Instead, I leaned forward, putting my head on his shoulder and started grinding down one to him. I had been getting close. His voice had broken into my building tension and had actually driven me further and faster towards release. I put a hand down between us and split my fingers around the spot of our joining.
I rubbed down and up, spreading my fingers to go around the base of his cock and closing them as I pulled up to rub my clit. Only half a minute of that focused attention and I was whimpering for release. So close...so...close. It wasn't just anybody making me feel this way. It was Robert's body. Robert, who had tasted the darkness and I were now part of his dark world, who knew what it meant to hurt. Robert, who was trying to feel alive in the midst of overwhelming death. Robert, who thought I was beautiful and special. I clenched my eyes shut a
nd used both arms to grip him tight as I found my release.
I called out his name in the midst of mindless ecstasy. I pushed down into his lap as he pushed up into me. Strong arms holding me safe, not letting me fall. My mouth at his shoulder saying over and over, "Robert...oh!...OH!...oh, Robert." I felt control slipping away from me. In a wash of feelings, I felt like it was inevitable that we should be together, that we had been drawn together. I felt like I should be his and he should be mine. I shuddered and closed my eyes, not wanting it to end. Part of my brain was warning me that as soon as I came down from this peak, I would get scared and run, I would push him away.
