Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey

by Damara Blackthorne

  The thought had me a little concerned. I liked this type of pain. And I wondered where might that lead…and is Ryder aware of it yet…if not, can I keep it from him? Do I want to keep it from him…what does this mean?

  Ryder lifted himself up and looked deeply into my face. "Maeve, whatever you are thinking about, stop! Don't think, just relax and enjoy…okay?"

  I barely nodded and tried to reply. "Uhhhnnnnnhhh."

  "Good girl. Continue to be a good girl Maeve. I promise I won't hurt you…unless you want me to…"

  My eyes popped open. Oh shit. He knows…what now…?

  "That's exactly what I'm talking about. What is it?"

  "I'm scared to tell you."

  "Sweetheart, what we are doing and are about to do, well, you need to be able to trust me completely. You can tell me anything."

  "Oh…sure…You're right, I should…be able to…trust you…I do…it's just…that…I'm embarrassed and a bit…scared…"

  "Ohh…Now you have my curiosity peaked…" He growled.

  I giggled and blushed like some silly schoolgirl. "It's just…well…"

  He bent down and began to suck my nipple again. My head flopped back and I moaned deep. "Well Maeve?”

  "Well…what?" I had already forgotten what we were talking about.

  "What has you embarrassed and scared?" He was licking and nipping all along the outside of my breast.

  "Oh…Uuuhhhhnnnnnn…I can't seem…to…remember…"

  He sat up so quickly I thought maybe I had fallen off the couch. "Then I'll stop doing anything until you can remember."

  The loss of his body and his mouth on me left me feeling cold…and I hate the cold!

  "It's just that…well its…some…of the…things…"

  He braced his left hand on the back of the couch and his right hand grasped onto the very edge of the couch. He leaned over ever so slowly towards my breasts and stopped. He looked at me expectantly, but didn't move any closer.

  I arched my back trying to get closer to him and he moved back out of my reach. "Uugghhh…fine…" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of air, knowing full well that the only way I was going to get this out, was to rapid-fire it, without thinking or breathing.

  "Some of the things you were doing to my nipples earlier kind of hurt, and I kind of liked it. I don't like pain but I liked that and I was scared because I don't know where it will lead and how much it will hurt and what does it all mean?"

  Ryder took a deep breath. He held it for a minute, which seemed like hours. He finally let it out slowly, like a tire with a hole in it. "Baby, you think way too much!"

  He walked over to the far wall behind my head. I turned trying to see where he was going and what he was doing. He approached another piece of furniture, all hand carved with a humongous mirror behind it, and then I noticed glasses.

  He walked up to the bar, and turned to face me. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to change out of this suit. I'll be right back…"

  He walked past the bar and seemed to disappear. A few moments passed and I was starting to get a little worried. More minutes passed and he finally returned wearing his faded blue, tight-in-all-the-right-places jeans and a polo shirt, a soft emerald green that matched his eyes.

  He walked behind the bar, picked up two glasses, and set them on top of the bar. He reached under the bar and the mirror split into three pieces. The two outer pieces opened up. The right side showed bottles and bottles of liquids. The left side looked like a stainless steel refrigerator.

  "Oh, I don't drink alcohol."

  "Yes, I figured as much." He grabbed some bottles from the right side and set them on the bar then he went to the fridge and retrieved a few bottles from it, setting them on the bar as well. He started pouring and mixing all the while shaking his head. When he was finished, he carried the two glasses back to the couch. He handed one to me.

  "Seriously Ryder, I don't drink."

  "Maeve, honey, I'm not trying to get you drunk. Just trying to help you take the edge off a bit and help you relax. Hopefully help you stop thinking so much." He sighed and I felt so bad, like I was a major disappointment to him. I put my hand on his hand and took the glass he offered.

  "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be such a disappointment."

  He smiled. "Baby, you are not a disappointment. You are a little high strung and a bit clueless at times but definitely not a disappointment."

  I took a sip of the drink. "Wow, this is really good."

  "See, I'm not trying to get you drunk…this time…" Waggle, waggle. There went those gorgeous eyebrows again. "I'm merely hoping you'll be more at ease with me."

  I took a big sip. "Okay." I smiled.

  He watched me intently as he sipped his drink.

  I took a big gulp. "This is really good."

  His eyes widened as I downed the last of my drink. "Really good. Can I have another one?"

  He took the glass from my hand shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I don't think you can right now. I want you relaxed, not drunk."

  I frowned and he smiled. "Maybe later."

  I beamed. "Okay!" He shook his head as he set both glasses behind him on the coffee table.

  "So…you said something I did earlier hurt but in a good way?" He had turned back to me and braced his hands against the couch like he had them previously. "Can you tell me what it was?"

  I blushed with a frenzy. It crept up my neck and set its sights on corrupting my face. I turned my face away from Ryder. I kept my eyes on him, though, as I licked my lips and then sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. "Maybe, if you do it again, I might remember what it was…" I gave him a sweet half smile, which earned me a deep chuckle that turned into a rumble. The vibrating rumble started in his chest but ended up leaking from my core.

  "Let me see if I can remember what I was doing…" He shot me a glance filled with fever and his should-be-illegal hell in a hand basket smile. He leaned down towards my breasts again. He took one nipple in his mouth and suckled…I moaned…He stopped and sat up.

  I gasped "What? Why are you stopping?"

  He grinned, "Was that it? Was that what hurt?"

  "NO-uh!"

  He smirked "Well, Hhhmmmm…maybe it was this…" He leaned forward, taking my nipple back into his mouth. He sucked briefly and then licked it, laved it back and forth and then around and around.

  I groaned and he stopped and sat up again.

  "What the hell…why are you stopping now?" My mind was foggy from the drink starting to hit me, plus when Ryder started loving me, my mind usually went haywire.

  His smile was adorable. "Well how else am I supposed to find out what it is I did that hurt you, if I don't stop, my sweet?"

  "Red! Red! Remember the safe word? Red! If you hurt me I will say the safe word…You do not stop until I say it…got it?" I sounded exasperated but really I was just way too horny.

  He smiled his should be outlawed smile. "Your wish is my command, my Queen."

  Oh Holy! My inner core got hot and felt way too heavy in that moment. Those last two words caused something deep within me to combust, igniting a flame I didn't even know existed.

  He resumed his loving management of my breasts, stroking them with both the pads of his fingertips as well as his fingernails. First he would scrape my breasts and nipples with his nails, causing tiny prickles of pain. I gasped sharply with each prickle. He would stop again just briefly, as if waiting to see if I would say the word. He turned his attention back to my breasts as he eased the pain by rubbing my breasts and nipples with the pads of his fingertips. I moaned in appreciation with each rub.

  He placed my right nipple into his mouth and began sucking, gently at first and then increasing the intensity. I mewled. Then he switched to my left nipple. I hung my head over the arm of the couch and arched my back in an attempt to shove more into his mouth. His right hand left my breast hanging in his mouth, and began a burning campaign down my side and settled on my hip. He gripped it tightly and I gaspe
d. He looked at me expectantly. I smiled and tried to nod.

  "I'm…fine…" I blinked a few times before my eyes drooped of their own accord.

  He clutched onto my hip even tighter but I didn't flinch at the pain. A moan escaped from deep within me. He smiled and moved his hand further down my thigh. He tightened his hold on my thigh, my heart rate increased and my breathing started to sound like rapid-fire exhaust leaks. He clamped down even tighter on my thigh and I felt my mound become wet. "Oooouuunnnhhh…"

  Ryder chuckled and moved down between my legs. He leaned back and started rubbing my pussy.

  "Uuuugggnnnnhhhh…"

  With his finger he began an invasion campaign. First my outer lips, then he trailed a finger inside, splitting them open. He started that rub of up and down. I mewled and arched, trying to get his finger in me. As soon as I tried it, his finger was suddenly gone.

  I whimpered. "Nooo…"

  He smirked. "Shhhhhh, Maeve, just relax…"

  “I…thought…I was…relaxed…"

  He chuckled and started rubbing his finger up and down just inside my labia. I groaned and arched again.

  "Un-Uh…" He wagged his finger at me.

  I pouted and then sighed as he put his finger back to begin his torturous teasing, rubbing his finger inside my labia but not quite entering me. Over and over again he tortured me in this way. Then he laid his finger lengthwise against my opening, just holding it there and began stroking my clit with the palm of his hand. I thought I would come unhinged. I seriously thought about moving to try and get his finger in me but I didn't want to lose any connection with him so I tried to keep still. I shuddered. He leaned forward, placed his mouth against mine.

  "Sweetheart, I know this is all new to you, but I want to try something different with you. OK?"

  "Hunnnggghhh?" I couldn't get my eyes to open.

  "Maeve, I need you to look at me…"

  My eyes opened just a crack. "Huh?"

  "I want you to try and not come until I tell you to do so. Do you think you can do that?"

  My eyes popped open wide. "What? I…just…started…having…doing…that. Why do you want me to stop?" I pouted.

  He chuckled and it sounded like a car driving over a gravel road. "I don't want you to stop, sweetheart. I want you to hold off, if you can, until I tell you to come."

  I shot him a look of complete confusion.

  "It will intensify your pleasure. If you can, great. If not, we'll just keep working on it until you’re able to."

  I got a devious look on my face. I started thinking that this would be a great way to keep having sex with Ryder; we'd have to keep working on it, because I wasn't gonna try and stop it.

  Ryder laughed his deep vibrator laugh. "No Maeve. I don't want you to pretend to try."

  Can he read my mind?

  "I want you to really try. It will be worth it, I promise. Besides, this is only the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more that I want to introduce you to, so much more I want to do with you. So there is no need to pretend. Okay?"

  I nodded, unsure of my ability to even speak.

  "Good. Here's how it's going to work. I'm going to get you close and then stop everything."

  "But…" I huffed. "I thought that…you would only stop if I said the word red."

  "We've moved past that. You only get to say the word red if you're hurt or it’s too intense for you. Understand?"

  I didn't say anything as I thought about it. I must have taken too long to think about it.

  "Maeve, sweetheart, do you want me to stop?"

  "No!"

  "Then what is it?"

  "Too much information, not enough blood flow to the brain…"

  He chuckled. "Just do as I say and you'll be fine…hell, you'll be more than just fine."

  Somewhere inside of me, I must have liked the idea. Ryder bent over again and placed his hand against my pussy. "Oh God, Maeve, you are so wet." He gulped hard.

  "Still all your doing." I smirked lazily.

  He grinned. "Good, let's keep it that way." Waggle, waggle. I see he was back to the waggling eyebrow review.

  He laid his finger back flat against me like before and placed his palm on my clit. My body convulsed but he didn't move his hand.

  He rubbed my clit once in a circular motion and then stopped. We both took a deep breath. His was labored and mine was shaky. While keeping his finger flat, he swept his finger up and down the opening of my pussy. Once, twice then stopped and rubbed my clit in a back and forth motion. Once then twice. My body twinged and he stopped.

  "Ryder, please." I begged. "I don't think I can take much more."

  "Tell me what you want Maeve."

  "I want you to not stop." I was feeling frustrated and exasperated.

  "No Maeve, tell me, what do you want…exactly."

  "Uh…I…you know."

  "No, Maeve, I don't know. What do you want?"

  "Um…I want…you…to keep…doing what you were doing."

  "What was I doing?"

  "Ryder, I don't understand." My face was colored with more frustration.

  "Say it Maeve, say the words. Tell me exactly in complete words what do you want."

  "I want you to finger me." I looked hopeful that I had gotten the answer right.

  "Where Maeve, where do you want me to finger you?"

  "In me…in my…hole?"

  "Which hole Maeve?"

  "Uh…" I was conflicted. I had let this man do so many things to me, with me and in some very unusual places. Why was it so difficult for me to say one little word?

  "Say it…I'm not going to start again until you do…"

  "Pussy, dammit. I want you to finger my pussy…Happy now?"

  "Not yet, but I'm getting there and you will be too!"

  "Now will you start again?" I'm not sure where this bossy person was coming from, but if she got him to continue, she could hang around for a while.

  "Say it, Maeve…"

  I was getting tired of this game. I took a deep breath and then huffed. "Ryder, please, will you finger my pussy? Will you please make me wetter than I have ever been in my life?"

  He grinned…"It will be my pleasure, my sweet!"

  * * * *

  Ryder jammed two fingers into me at once. I felt an electrical current surge through me causing my body to convulse, and my back to arch. His fingers pumped into me several times when he suddenly brought his fingers to the edge and swirled them. Then he took them and dipped them down towards my anus. I gasped loudly and froze mid arc. He stopped but didn't remove his fingers, he just waited patiently. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I started breathing again.

  He moved his fingers back up and inserted them into my pussy. He began pumping me furiously and just when I thought I would come apart, he removed his fingers. He brought his fingers to the very edge, swirled them a few times and then slowly dragged them back to my ass hole. Once again I gasped and froze. He stopped and simply waited.

  "Maeve, sweetheart, I'm gonna let you have one orgasm. Then I'm going to fuck you hard. Are you okay with that?"

  I tried to pry my eyes open and nod. I'm not real sure if I managed either but I heard Ryder chuckle deeply.

  He reached back down, inserted two fingers back into me and began another assault. Pumping furiously into me. He leaned forward and ensnared one of my nipples with his teeth. When he touched my clit with his thumb, my world started a brutal spiral. He let go of my nipple and whispered near my ear. "Come for me, Maeve."

  I cried out and my body seized. The waves cascaded and crashed so vehemently that I saw stars behind my eyes. As soon as my breathing eased, I felt Ryder remove his fingers from my core. I took a few more shaky breaths.

  "I told you waiting would be worth it." Ryder was rubbing small circles on my stomach with a look of satisfaction implanted on his face.

  I smiled the smile of a very appeased woman.

  My breathing had just returned to relative normality w
hen he grabbed my left hand, pulling me from the couch. As I stood up, my skirt billowed around me, caressing my curves as it slid down my hips. Ryder growled. He pulled me into him and kissed me deep as he walked me backwards towards his desk. He spun me around so I was facing his desk. He bent me over and drove me down onto the desk. My breasts were bare and the cold of his desk caused my body to shudder violently.

  Ryder inched up behind me. He leaned over on top of me and grabbed my wrists. He placed my hands above my head and had me grab the edges of the desk with them. "Keep your hands here. Do not move them unless I tell you to."

  "Okay." I mumbled.

  He squatted down, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart in a wide stance. "Don't move your feet either. Understood?"

  "Un-huh."

  "Good girl, Maeve."

  He ran his hands under my skirt and began to roam them over my ankles. With his hands on my legs, he slowly stood up. He took his sweet time caressing my legs, roaming his hands up my legs and then back down again. Teasing me, taunting me. Up again, grazing the outsides of my thighs and stroking my ass, then he reversed his course and fondled my ass then the outsides of my thighs. On his next trip up he rubbed the insides of my thighs. When he got to my mound he rounded his hands, dipped them forward, and cupped me. He slowly reversed again, barely brushing my inner thighs and calves. My body was quaking from excitement overload. He began another survey up my legs, savoring every inch and in the process he pulled my skirt up over my thighs, then my hips and eventually shoved my skirt up over my backside.

  He ground his hips into my ass. I could feel his bulge in his jeans. I shuddered and moaned. "Please Ryder."

  "Please what, Maeve?" His voice was deeper than I had ever heard it before.

  "Please fuck me."