by Bex Dane
His mouth pulled away and something tightened around my nipple.
"Oh god. Oh god. What is that?" A sting radiated from my nipple straight to my clit.
"Clothespin."
His hand kept working down below as his teeth teased my other nipple to a peak. I anticipated the sting of the second clothespin, but it still hurt.
He withdrew his fingers, and I heard a sucking sound. God, I wanted to see him licking me off his fingers like an ice cream cone. I thrashed my head, trying to dislodge the blindfold covering my eyes.
The feel of his body left me except for a point on my shins where his pants rubbed my leg. He was straddled over me, no doubt looking down on me trussed up and pinned.
I held my breath and listened to him take in two deep sucks of air, waiting to see what would happen next. The soft suede of the flogger snapped the side of my left breast and the drag jostled the clothespin, sending a tantalizing pleasure through me and ratcheting up my desperation.
The ropes pulled taut and clinched my wrists as I groaned and writhed. He hit the other breast and dragged the tassels over the clothespin, which tugged and stung my nipple in the most delicious tease ever. Fire tickled my skin everywhere. He'd left magical flames burning in my soul.
"That's it, Teimosa. Feel it."
The first strike of suede on my clit made me scream. I couldn't control it. The unexpected swat and the following caress felt phenomenal. The wetness between my legs leaked down to my ass. I was dripping wet for him, and he had a bird's eye view of it all while I suffered blindly through the deluge of his touch.
He hit my left breast again, then the right, then my clit. Torrez repeated his circle of torture.
Nipple, nipple, clit.
Nipple, nipple, clit.
"Mercy," I said, breathless.
Nipple, nipple, clit.
"Mercy."
The flogger and its whooshing noise ceased, his panting the only sound in the room. "You callin' cows?" His voice shook like glass over hot coals, barely restrained.
"No, just please. Let me come. I'm dying for it."
Finally, he grunted and answered my pleas. The flogger pounded my sex hard. Slow at first, but increasing to an unbearable pace. He was a master conductor and I was his orchestra. At least ten quick lashes in a row hit me directly on my sensitive nub.
Heaven. Nirvana. I'd found nirvana.
He changed the motion so it hit my sex once. When the wet strands returned to pounding my clit, I cried out.
"I'm gonna... I can't…"
"Yes, babe. You're magnificent. Let me see you come."
His strained voice, the pressure on my nipples from the jiggling clothespins, the relentless flap of the flogger, the whirring sound of Torrez playing me like a Stradivarius. It all overtook me and I was gone.
Holy shit. My stomach contracted, my pussy clenched.
Like nothing I'd ever felt before, a force propelled me into the cosmos, catapulting around like a meteor. Yes, yes. Nirvana.
I gulped in air, my chest heaving. Suddenly, I needed him closer. He felt so far away.
"Torrez. Now. Need your cock in me now."
"Wait."
"I can't wait."
"Next level."
A pointed object with a round end massaged my opening. It couldn't be his dick because it was much too small.
"Is it a dildo?"
"Butt plug. A small one." He skimmed it down between my cheeks and pushed it against my back opening. "First step to me fucking your ass."
"Oh my god." It felt good. I was too far gone to feel embarrassed about that.
"Relax."
"Take the blindfold off."
His fingers worked the knot, and as he came into view, I discovered he'd already removed his pants and was hovering over me naked. Thank the angels and the leprechauns, he intended to fuck me soon! His cock pointed at me from between his legs where he was kneeling and working a plug into my ass. Spectacular.
If I could paint, I would make a portrait of it. But I sucked at painting. Maybe I'd have it commissioned? No, I'd just remember this moment forever.
My head flopped back and I relaxed. The plug popped in place and created a foreign full feeling. After a few seconds, I adjusted and it felt great. I loved it.
"Now, Teimosa. Now it's time." He spoke as he untied one foot, then the other but left my hands above my head. I wrapped my legs around him. His tip teased my entrance. He slammed into me with a grunt. The fullness expanded beyond comprehension.
"Minha." He growled into my neck. I kissed his cheek until he turned his head to mine and our lips locked in a deep kiss. His chest pushed the clothespins down, and they tweaked my nipples. He pummeled into me, each stroke hitting my G-spot and my clit at the same time. And something in my ass I never knew was there. Another climax grew deep and came on fast.
"Again, babe, again."
My orgasm ripped through me. He planted his cock to the base and groaned a loud long moan into my mouth. I imagined swallowing his energy as if he was coming in my mouth.
We froze like that for a long time, heaving and coming back to the stratosphere.
He was the first to manage words. "Fuck." The awe in his tone was obvious.
"Yeah."
That about summed it up. Torrez and I were astronomical together. We couldn't deny it.
He untied my arms and rubbed my wrists. My nipples stung as he released the pins. He sucked them each in turn gently.
He trailed kisses between my breasts, up my neck, to my lips. "That was real."
"Yes. Couldn't think of a better reality."
He pulled out and situated me to his side with my head on his chest, one arm around my back, and my hand resting on the Brazilian flag on his sternum. "Let's lie here for a bit, then get some grub and hit the road again." The lazy rumble of his voice massaged my ear.
"Okay." I smiled and closed my eyes.
"See. Your fear is gone."
"Yeah."
"Anytime you feel scared, let me know, and I'll hook you up with some ultimate reality."
"Mmm." Deep in the recesses of my mind, a tiny voice protested. But for the life of me, I couldn't think of one reason why I should say no to Torrez. If there were more reality sessions in store for me, I'd be insane to turn him away.
Chapter 12
"Oh my word, that was divine." My hand circled my big belly, bloated with hubcap-sized red-velvet pancakes from the Stuffed Pig Country Diner in Jackson. Leaning back in the passenger seat, I turned my head to Torrez at the wheel and felt the thoroughly-fucked smile return to my face.
He threw me the same smug grin he'd worn all through breakfast. "You love my cock."
"I meant the pancakes."
"You meant riding the bull."
"I did not."
"Admit it. This morning was the best sex you've ever had."
I laughed. No point in denying it. "By a long shot." Torrez was a beast in bed. Taking charge, exuding confidence, teasing me to the bitter edge. He'd lit flames in every crevice of my skin. The total acceptance I felt rolling off him made it even better. He wasn't judging me for what we did. He was proud of me, and he made it clear he enjoyed it too.
He started the engine, and we glided out of the parking lot. "No one's ever given you what you truly need?"
Uh-oh. This just wandered into dangerous territory. If Torrez called me a slut again now, after all we'd been through, it would hurt too much. "Let's not talk about that."
A serious frown replaced his confident grin. "Have you slept with anyone besides Yegor?"
Desperate to change the subject, I punched the screen for the music, switching out the blues he'd been playing for anything else. A rap song I happened to know came on. "This is my jam! Yo, yo, gangsta rap in da house!"
He cast me a sideways glance and smothered a laugh as he turned the radio off. "That's so not your jam. Why're you shutting down?"
I looked back at him and took in his handsome profile. "I'm afraid you
'll judge me. Again."
He kept his eyes on the road. "I apologized for that. Sounds like you need to hear it again. I'm sorry. You know I'm not that guy."
I wanted to believe him, and so many signs pointed to the fact he could be compassionate and selfless. "So why'd you say those things? Your ex did a number on you that makes you distrust women?" It must've been really bad to make him think the worst of me.
"She did several numbers on me. A Vegas revue has less numbers than the crap she pulled." We passed out of the small Mississippi town and accelerated onto a two-lane highway lined with tall trees. Dark clouds filled the horizon, but it wasn't raining yet.
"Tell me about her." I wanted to hear it, and it would distract him from asking about my sexual history.
"It's a long story."
"We have endless road ahead of us. Are we stopping anytime soon?"
"No."
"Then start talking. You thought I was like her?"
"For a brief moment, I thought you were working me like she did so often. I was wrong. I shouldn't have assumed to understand your situation or motivations. I should've trusted the real you I saw inside."
That was nice and made me feel somewhat better about what happened. "So what did she do?"
"She got pregnant, racked up a huge debt, and sucked me into doing business with Greco."
Oh. I didn't expect his ties with Greco to be related to his ex-wife. "How so?"
"We were dating. I was set to leave for deployment. A week before my go date, she's crying over a positive pregnancy test. Saying it was mine. I was actually happy. Always wanted to be a dad. Woulda liked to get to know her first, but I did the right thing and married her. I left the next week and didn't even get to see my son until he was six months old."
I didn't realize Torrez had a son. "What's his name? How old is he now?"
"Drew. He's sixteen. He's an amazing kid. Looked just like me so I knew he was mine. He's got my drive. Wanted to ride a sheep when he was two years old." He chuckled and shook his head.
"Did you let him ride a sheep?"
"Yep. He was good too. Took his falls like a champ. I taught him to ride and rope. He's getting real serious about it now. I hooked him up with the best trainers in the rodeo industry. He rides calves on the junior circuit. He wants to go pro."
His son sounded brave like him. "And you want that too?"
"Fuck no. I'd like to see him take a desk job, but Lavonte blood runs in his veins. He'll never choose the safe road. I'm proud as hell of him and I support him. Pay those trainers to teach him safety mostly. He's got natural flair. Even if he doesn't go pro, he'll learn courage and determination and how to take a hoof to the balls."
I could tell by his voice he adored his son. "So where does Greco come in?"
"Two weeks after I get home on leave, she tells me she's pregnant again. In the same sentence, she tells me she spent all our money while I was gone. Every penny I sent her she blew on spa days, expensive purses, plastic surgery. While I was in the desert fighting for my life, she was here bleeding me dry."
Ooh, I was not liking this woman and the way she manipulated him when he had important duties with the Navy and probably his own stresses related to those duties. "So what did you do?"
"She introduced me to Greco. Said he'd hire me to work construction for him. I thought the guy looked shifty, but I needed cash for two kids in a hurry. I was between deployments and the pay was great. I dug us out of the hole in about six months. Good thing too cuz my daughter came early."
"She did?"
"Yeah."
The threatening rain started pounding the windshield. The pavement darkened as Torrez flipped the wipers on. "I know what you're thinking. She's not mine. I'll tell you I do not care. Peyton is mine. She's my girl. She's not Greco's and he'll never get to her."
"How old is she?"
"Fourteen. Beautiful girl. Cheerleader. Straight A student. Does all kinds of charity work."
"So what happened with Greco?"
"I was set to deploy again. Peyton was three months old. Caught Jacqueline in bed with Greco."
"Oh no."
"It got ugly."
"I'm sure."
"In the end, Greco had me by the balls. Said he'd claim both my kids as his. Take them into his crooked family."
"No!"
"He offered me a deal. I launder money through a construction business he'd front the money to start, he leaves my kids alone."
"So you agreed?"
"Yes. Had no choice."
"And you've been laundering money for him all this time?"
"Yeah. At first I stayed on with the SEALs, not wanting to give up my training and hard-earned position because of Greco and Jacqueline. But she kept spending every dime I made, and he kept offering me more money. So, I retired and grew Bravo Construction into Bravo Development Corporation. Been outta the Navy for ten years now. Divorced for nine."
He gave up his career for his kids, and all because of his ex-wife. "And did he leave your kids alone?"
"For the most part. He threatens to track them down every time I try to get out of our deal. But he can't find them, so he burns my places down."
"He can't find them?"
"Nope. Jacqueline moves all the time. I gotta follow her around to see my kids."
"Do you know where they are now?"
"Texas, outside Galveston."
"Oh. Is that why you spend time there?"
"Yep."
"Wherever she settles, I buy property nearby and build a house on it. I watch over her till she spooks again then I gotta chase her down again. I'll do anything for those kids. They know it too. They started calling me now and telling me when they move."
"That's good. So you have a close relationship with them even though she tried to keep them from you?"
"Yes. And that's where you enter the picture."
We came out from under a cloud and the rain stopped. "Me? I'm in the picture?"
His eyes cut to mine and I felt it deep. "You changed the whole picture."
My stomach twisted and spirals of hope sprouted up. "I did?"
"Made it beautiful."
I was part of his picture? And I made it beautiful? "Not sure I'm following you."
"Up until now, I never had a compelling reason to make running worth it. I kept women at a distance. Not wanting to drag anyone into my shit. Also not willing to risk getting duped again like I did with Jacqueline."
"You didn't have a girlfriend?"
"Nope."
"Weren't you lonely?"
"I had women I had sexual arrangements with. Took off some of the edge. But yeah, now that we're being honest. I was lonely." He reached over and brushed his knuckles down my cheek. "Missed having someone to talk to like this. Sharing my life."
All this stuff seemed very serious. We were on the run together in an RV. We'd had great sex a few times, but Torrez talked like it was so much more. I felt it too, but didn't trust it because I didn't know if I could trust him. "Am I sharing your life?"
"I'd like you to. After this morning, I'm excited as fuck. I didn't expect that from you, but you obviously like to play, so we can do that again."
"Oh we can? Can we?" He made it sound like it was my idea and he was entertaining my kinks. I had nothing to do with it. That was all Torrez and what he wanted to do to me.
"I sure as shit want to. Every chance we get to stop."
Me too. "Do I get to learn how to use a flogger?"
"On yourself?"
"No, on you."
"Nah. I don't switch." He sounded a little offended that I asked.
"How about clothespins on your nipples?" I decided to push him.
"No." He cringed and looked at me like I was crazy.
I laughed. "Why not? You can dish it out but you can't take it?"
"In the bedroom, I'm in charge. You wanna be on top, ride me hard, I'd love every second of it. But you're not tying me up or putting anything up my ass."
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sp; My laugh bellowed through the cabin. "C'mon, Torrez. Let me put a plug up your ass. It'll be hot."
"No."
"Never?"
"Never." His voice was stern, no joking.
"Darn." It would be fun to turn the tables on him, but I guess that wasn't happening.
"We're getting off topic here. You know who you're dealing with now. I want you in my life. Want you to be my shotgun rider."
I had to swallow the lump in my throat. Torrez was saying a lot of things I'd always wanted to hear. He was being honest with me. Too honest. I felt like running from it. "I need some time to think on it."
"Can give you that. We got time."
It all seemed too incredulous to believe. "You never wanted this with anyone else?"
"Nope. Just you."
"Why?" I'd thought he was phenomenal from the start. Handsome, strong, brave, funny. I was drawn to him right away. But I didn't know what he saw in me.
"Knew from the first night. The way you flirted with me like a big goof and covered it up with your practiced social presence. The way you go wild and let loose when we fuck." His smile spread a sweet warmth through my body. "Despite all you've been through, you've got an innocence about you, makes me wanna be the man to give you what you need. I could make you very happy."
The glow of his kind words jumbled with the confusion and fear brewing inside me. We'd completely passed out from under the storm, and now cottony white clouds filled the horizon. My heart wanted to believe it was a sign. That it would be safe to go all in with Torrez and enjoy the ride. The logical part of my brain kept saying he was still a criminal, he'd technically kidnapped me, and I could get hurt. By him or the people he associated with. He'd already said I was at risk because I was with him. I just didn't have enough information to make sense of all this.
"I can see you're still worried. I'll take you out tonight. We're heading to Biloxi, the mini-Vegas of the South. It'll be our second date."
That got my attention. "Ooh, I heard about Biloxi on the news. Hurricane Katrina blew the riverboat casinos out of the water."
