“Yeah, do it,” she said, “Cum in me, baby, please,oh please, God, cum inside me!”- Harden kept grinding into her, Kerri’s head starting to swim but he wasn’t releasing yet,- she swatted her little fists onto his muscled chest. “Please, baby, please do it!”- She swatted him harder until he grabbed her wrists and wrenched them behind her back in one swift, certain move. She released a little whimper as their eyes locked; chests pressed together, her shoulders rising up in a feeble struggle.
He asked, “You want it?”
“Yes, baby, please!”
“Scream for it.”
“What ? Out here ?- No!”
“I said scream, baby, like you did in the movies ! Scream for me and I’ll cum so hard inside you.”
Kerri felt the scream coming, and her own orgasm rising. She knew it would bring unwanted attention, probably the police. It was social suicide for them both. But with that cock ramming her and that authoritative voice commanding her, exposed and half-naked and being fucked out in the open, Kerri let the fear from the dreams and the driving and the loan shark and everything else rise up in her in another colossal orgasm.
But she’d have to scream her lungs out for it.
“You know I could kill you right now, Kerri, kill you down here and leave your body for the coyotes. You poor dumb thing, coming down here with me, now I’m fucking you so hard, you don’t know what’s going to happen next … ”
Kerri started to whimper, lips twisted as tears rolled down her face. “Maybe I’ll just reach up and break that pretty neck right now, with my cock right up inside you, so deep and so hard inside your tight pussy.— ”
Kerri’s head started shaking, voice rising from a panicked whine to a thrilled and terrified wail.
“I love your fear, baby, it’s so good, so exciting, makes me wanna cum so hard, so hard it kills you!” -Kerri let out a sob, shaking her head. “Your mother warned you about this, because she was the only one who cared enough about you to try to protect you. And what did you do? Ran off to be a trashy actress, attracting deadly attention, my fine little fuck doll! -Now you’re going to see how right she was, how vulnerable you really are!”
Kerri’s head rolled on her shoulders, smacking it back against the tree trunk.
“Maybe you can get away,” Harden rasped, “Or scream out and somebody comes to your rescue, saves you from me … before it’s too late, Kerri! Do it, do it now ! Scream, Kerri, scream!”
And she did. It was a blood-curdling cry, throat tearing, terror filling the empty canyon and echoing again and again. And with that scream, Kerri’s orgasm burst forth, louder and longer as her cry lingered on.
Harden’s own cock could not refuse her explosion of passion and horror, his massive sack sending a mammoth load down his shaft. Even beyond her own mind-shattering orgasm, she could feel his, that meat stalk twitching.
Kerri’s scream died away and she collapsed forward into Harden’s chest. Her legs unlocked from around his waist and she fell into his embrace, completely spent. Sobbing, panting through her ruptured throat, she could barely wrap her arms around his shoulders. But he was still strong, holding her close to him and enjoying the echoing quiet of the wake of their lust.
Ten motionless minutes later, they began to make their way back up to the car.
Chapter Seven
Though Kerri was already exhausted, Harden took her directly to the Malibu Sports Pier, where his twenty-five foot sailboat, Silverstar, awaited them. Red and white and highly polished, the small crew nodded respectfully to Harden and stepped aside as he led Kerri onto the boat, water lapping casually against the hull.
“It’s beautiful,” Kerri said.
“It’s nothing compared to you.”
They retired to the sun deck while the crew kept out of sight, rigging the sails and setting them out onto the choppy blue Pacific. Sunlight bounced off the water in silver slivers, shards of glare cutting through the endless marine blue ocean. The wind was stronger farther out on the ocean, and that gleaming boat was soon racing across the surface, sails filled and round, hull bouncing against the water.
Kerri felt each strike of the water against her loins, the entire experience like some great public fuck; the hull pounding against the wet waves, over and over in a quick cycle, faster and harder and farther than she’d ever gone before.
Then something off the starboard bow caught Kerri’s eye, a flash of black and white leaping up out of the water. It seemed to hover slightly before falling back with a splash of white foam. Kerri’s heart jumped and she pointed it out, Harden following her line of sight. “That was a killer whale, I think!”
Harden said, “Really ? Maybe we should have brought the yacht.”
“Maybe the yacht ? Well, that’s a question we all have to ask ourselves eventually, right?”
Another orca broke the surface, this one much closer to the boat. It was huge, a thick round torso shining with a watery film, white patches over perfect, unblemished black. It fell back to the surface with a great, almost vengeful splash, water hitting Kerri in the face.
“It almost seems like it’s mad as us, like it wants us to get away.”
Harden chuckled. “They swam up to us!”
“Even so.”
Another big orca breached a few yards from the boat, opening its mouth to reveal those rows of deadly teeth before landing with another hard splash. Kerri’s heart jumped, looking around with greater terror to realize that the water around the boat was bristling with black fins and blasts of blowhole steam.
“They’re all around us!”
“It’s okay, Kerri, don't worry!”- Kerri was holding on to her seat as the boat bounced around, careening forward, surrounded by the deadliest creatures of the ocean, Harden stood up walking with the steadiness despite the boat’s chaotic bounce, all the way to the bow. He grabbed a cable stretching from the bow to the mast and stood facing outward. Another orca jumped up out of nowhere, a few yards off the port side.— Despite its size and swiftness, the boat rocked in the wake of the whale's landing. Kerri felt sick, but Harden just laughed.
“Yes, yes,” he called out, laughing even harder as another black and white whale leapt up out of the chop and then dropped down hard, showering him with white spray and inspiring his laughter to even greater heights. Harden leaned back, bellowing his laughter as another orca jumped, massive against the boat before dropping down again.
Harden kept laughing, the boat sailed on, and the orca escorted them for another two hours.
Kerri had never known such a man, nor had she ever even imagined such a man could exist. And in that wondrous moment, she realized that she would soon be saying goodbye to him, perhaps forever.
They went from the Malibu Pier to its partner in Santa Monica, where instead of a nearly barren pier there was a line of restaurants, little shops, midway games, and carnival rides. Kerri walked along with Harden, feeling as if she’d stepped back in time, to the 1920s, when simpler pleasures were easier to find.
They rode the metal rollercoaster, bringing them up and down, ‘around and ‘around, but sparing them anything too reckless; no loops, no vertical plunges. Kerri enjoyed the rush of the relative safety of the risk. But she enjoyed even more seeing Harden smile and laugh, throwing his hands up as he might have done as a young boy, smiling radiantly. He’d been so serious, so seductive, so authoritative; it was refreshing to see a more guileless, innocent, almost childlike side to his many-faceted persona.
Shortly thereafter, Harden stood proud and tall at the B.B.gun shooting booth, raising the rifle to his eyes. The pimple-faced teenager was cocky in his orange-and-white striped shirt. Behind and above the white paper targets were rows of plush toys, teddy bears of various colors. Harden pulled the trigger on his target, a small white square of paper with a red star in the middle. The B.B.s tore through the paper near the metal clip at the top, the paper flexing and jittering before finally falling away from the clip, leaving only a small white stub.
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bsp; The teenager picked up the paper and handed it to Harden. “Sorry, sir, you didn’t hit the star at all.”
“No,” Harden said with authority, “The part I was shooting at is that little stub still connected to the metal clip. And as you can see, I completely obliterated the red star from that piece.”
The teenager looked at him with pubescent uncertainty, but Harden wasn’t about to be refused. The teenager slumped. “Which one would you like?”
Kerri looked them over. “The white one.”
She felt giddy as a schoolgirl, happy just to revel in the company of a man she was fast growing to love. But this only brought back the twinge of sadness, that it was soon to come to an end.
Well, Kerri wondered, why does it have to ? Things may have started off this way, but it doesn’t mean they can’t take on a life of their own, develop into something entirely different; but still kind of the same, in a lot of ways exactly the same.
It only occurred to her then that there was still so much about Harden that Kerri didn’t know, that she needed to know those things before the end of the weekend.
Kerri found her moment on the big Ferris wheel, slowly rising in a big loop that brought them hundreds of feet above the pier. The sun was just setting; the sky was burning with shades of red, orange, and blue, streaks of purple cutting through that celestial fire.
Clutching her big, fluffy bear, Kerri said to Harden, “I, um, I wanted to thank you for a wonderful day, Harden, and a wonderful weekend.”
He smiled. “Neither one are quite over yet.”
Kerri smiled too, but it didn’t last. “No, but it’s gonna be over soon, isn’t it ?” Harden’s smile also faded. “I don’t suppose I’m the only girl in your life; and that’s okay, I don’t have any right to ask that.—” Harden said nothing, allowing Kerri to prattle on, despite her better instincts. “I notice there’s no ring, but … I wouldn’t want to go on being one of your, um, your regulars, y’know ? That’s just not my style.”
“Are you really willing to say, definitively, what your true style is ? I’d have thought you’d be ready to reconsider all that by now.”
“Oh, well, I’ve … I’ve reconsidered a lot, believe me, and I’m ready for whatever’s coming.”
“You may think you are.”
“Why don’t you try me and find out?”
They stared into each other’s eyes, hot lust unspoken between them, the temptation to throw themselves into each other’s arms and legs and tongues almost irresistible. But the wheel was just passing low, at the level of the pier, and a familiar face sent a blot of cold terror through her body.
Mister Death, the New Jersey loan shark, was standing with his partner, Mr. Kill. They wore their black dusters and were staring directly at Kerri when she noticed them. She gasped and looked at them, Harden turning to follow her line of sight. “What is it, Kerri?”
“I … that man, those two men in the black jackets.”
Harden fixed his glare at them even as the wheel brought them back up again. “What about them?”
“I owe them money; well, they say I do. My late husband’s gambling debts.”
“Really? How much?”
“Two hundred grand. They’re hooked up, I think.”
“Mafia.”
“From Jersey, if I’m guessing the accent right, maybe Philly. It’s why I’m here, among other … financial difficulties.”
Harden gave it a little thought, keeping his eyes on Mr. Kill and Mr. Death, still in the crowd. “You’ll have more than enough to cover that, but even so; what proof do they have that you owe them anything at all ? And how do you know that, once you pay them, they won’t come back for more later?”
Kerri cleared her throat. “I guess I don’t.”
Harden shook his head. “No, that’s unacceptable.—” He pulled a smartphone from his breast pocket and swiped the screen. “You got names on these puds?”
“Um, Mr. Kill and Mr. Death, but I don’t think those are their real names.”
“What was your first clue?—” He turned his attention back to the phone just as the wheel brought them down again, Mr. Kill and Mr. Death holding their position, glaring at Kerri and Harden. Harden clicked a photo of them on his phone as the wheel passed, Mr. Death and Mr. Kill breaking their menacing stillness to exchange worried glances.
Kerri asked, “What did you do ? What’s going on?”
On the way back up, Harden swiped the screen a few times, pressed it a few times more, then raised it to his ear. After a pause, he said into the phone, “Yeah, it’s me … put him on.—” He waited, Kerri looking on in silent awe. Harden said, “Paulie, it’s the Iceman.—” After a quiet moment, Harden chuckled. “Yer still a riot, Don Paul, funniest man in the Garden State. But lemme ask you a question, Paulie, you got two jamokes down here, collecting on some croaked actor, Mark McCall? -I just sent their picture.” -Harden listened, nodding and glancing at Kerri as the wheel paused with them at the top. They looked down, Kerri still able to spot their twin black leather dusters in the lighted crowd below.
Harden went on, “Tell you what, Paulie; call ‘em off, I’ll cover the debt. And any … further responsibilities, so the widow’s completely well.” -He listened, giving Kerri a wink. “No, I wouldn’t say they offended me personally, I just want the matter taken care of to everyone’s satisfaction, and I want that done right now. Sure, five minutes will be fine, no rush.” Harden smiled. “In fact, that should be perfect.—” During another long pause, Harden looked Kerri’s body up and down, his eyes resting on her pretty face and grateful smile. “Yeah, she sure is.” Harden chuckled into the phone. “I’ll have someone take it out of petty cash and hand-deliver it to your office tomorrow. Still in the Boom Boom Room, I take it?” Harden chuckled again, the Ferris wheel resuming its cycle to inch Harden and Kerri back toward the pier level. But the wheel kept stopping to let out the riders, and Kerri knew they’d soon be out on the pier with Mr. Kill and Mr. Death, and nobody could say what would happen.
“Thanks, Paulie. I owe you one.—” Harden swiped the screen and slipped the phone into his breast pocket before turning to Kerri. “Done.”
“I … I don’t understand. Did you just pay that debt for me?”
Harden nodded. “And made sure they won’t pester you again.”
“Well, Harden, thank you, but … that’s too generous. I am getting money out of all this, that’s what it’s for.”
“Pay it forward if you like, it’s all right. The main thing is those foot soldiers are out of your face, and that you’re off the mob’s books. You never know when that’ll bite you on the ass.” He offered up a seductive little smile. “Or when I might.—” He clacked his teeth closed and Kerri chuckled, setting a hand on his chest.
But Kerri’s nervousness returned when the Ferris wheel brought their carriage to the pier and the operator opened the door. Harden led her out with a gentle, “It’s all right.—” She took a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage, slipping her arm into Harden’s and stepping away from the Ferris wheel.
Misters Kill and Death were standing there, intimidating, legs splayed and posture loose, staring Kerri and Harden down. Harden walked Kerri directly toward them, despite her gentle pull in the other direction.
Mister Death was about to speak, but Harden simply said, “Aren’t you going to answer your phone?”
This took Mr. Death by surprise, twitching and turning his head. “Wha?- What the hell’re you talking about?”
“Your phone,” Harden repeated, “I asked you if you were going to answer your phone. Or are you deaf as well as stupid?”
“Stupid ? Man, I’m gonna rip your head off and piss down your neck.—” He glared at Kerri. “And that’s nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to this little-”
But Mr. Death’s smartphone rang, surprising him again. He looked at his partner, then at Harden and Kerri as his phone rang again, a chorus of Speak Softly, Love, the theme to The Godfather.
Mister Death hesitated, sharing curious glances with Mr. Kill. With that familiar melody playing muffled in his jacket pocket, Mr. Death pulled his phone out, swiped it, and raised it to his face. “Yeah?” Harden and Kerri stood, silent but stalwart, as Mr. Kill looked on in confusion. Mister Death said into the phone, “Yer kiddin’ me!” Another pause later, Mr. Death nodded exaggeratedly. “No, of course not, Don Paulie, whatever you say, but … Yes, sir, a wife ... and a son, barely out of diapers, sir.”
Kerri glanced at Harden, who was focused on Mr. Death and his phone call, not a single word missing Harden’s attention.
Mister Death finally said, “Okay, yes sir, whatever you say, of course, absolutely.—” Mister Death pocketed the phone and glared at his partner. Then the two men turned to Kerri and Harden, Mr. Death putting his hands up, palms flat and head low, as he and Mr. Kill backed away, fading into the crowd, sheepish, defeated.
Kerri turned to Harden, who offered only a wry smile in return. Kerri was breathless, and since they had only one more night together, Kerri didn’t want to waste another minute of it on talk—.
Chapter Eight
“This is what you wanted,” Harden hissed from just behind Kerri’s head. The cleave gag pressed her cheeks back and her tongue down, intrusive. He tied it tight behind her head, letting her blonde hair fall over the knot. Mocking her simpering voice, he said, “‘Are you going to tie me up?’ You should have heard yourself, Kerri, so transparent. You were dying for this!”
Harden sat her down on the bed and turned her to face him, holding her wrists together while he lashed a long stretch of thick black nylon rope, folded over, around to bind them. “But why not ? You’ve been trained since childhood to want this, and to be ashamed of your desire. But on every TV show, in every movie, the pretty girl gets kidnapped, tied up, frightened but never hurt, marauded but not raped, always rescued by her loving hero, adored and adoring.”
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