“Whatever flyboy, just don’t screw around with my friend and we’ll be ok.”
“I guess Bree didn’t tell you, but that warning is about fifteen hours too late. I’ve already screwed around with your friend and enjoyed it I might add. In fact, we plan on doing it a lot more. Don’t we Bree?” he teased.
“Be careful with her flyboy. I know you and men like you, better than you think, much better than you think. If you hurt her, in any way, you will have me to answer to and that will not be fun. I got your ‘Master’ Instructor comment. Bree’s well read, but not well versed.”
“Matt, don’t play with her, she’s very dangerous when poked. She’s a lioness, protecting her cub right now. You don’t want to poke your stick into her cage.”
“I have so many comments I could make about that statement, but I’m going to be a gentleman and avoid all of them,” he said and gave a gentlemanly nod of his head.
“Smart man, otherwise you’d be spending a lot more time checking your gear today than you normally would,” Diana smirked back at him. Then she walked towards the girls and left the couple together.
“Damn Bree, she is one tough cookie. I like that she is so protective of you though.”
“I told you, Di’s the sister I never had. I’m going over to talk with the girls, how long before we go up?”
“About twenty minutes. Then we’re off. I have some last minute stuff to do.” He kissed her and turned to go. “Bree, one more thing, the bullet in the alley comment, should I be worried?” he said more or less jokingly. At least he hoped it was a joke.
“Let me just say, Diana was born and raised in Texas until she was thirteen. She’s a better shot than most men I know. Now, that being said, do I think you have anything to worry about? EHH!” She made a wave of her hand, indicating fifty-fifty.
“Great, I feel like I have to go check my gear again! Do me a favor and keep her away from my stuff! And my car! Will you please? Oh and Bree, I like that I gave you goosebumps.” He winked to her and they both laughed as he walked towards the jump plane.
Once all the gear was checked and the students strapped in, they boarded the plane. It was a clear day but the winds had picked up some. Matt checked the wind speed before they took off and felt it was safe for the jump to occur. It was a beautiful day for it and the flight was smooth. As always, Matt would be the last to jump and Bree with him. The first students exited without a problem. The pilot received a message from the ground team that the winds had picked up some and were now at twenty-five m.p.h. Matt wasn’t concerned.
“Bree, the winds have picked up and ground control just called. I’m not worried about the wind force, but you will feel it. The closer to landing we get, the more you’ll feel the pull. It could toss us around a little, do you want to cancel and wait until another day?”
“Are you concerned? Do you think we should wait?” she asked. She looked to him to decide.
“I’m ok with it, but I worry about you. Yesterday’s landing wasn’t so great. Today we’ll be landing in higher winds. We’ll probably hit a little harder and feel the pull once we touch down. You’ll need to land this one solid,” he warned.
“I’d really like to make the jump if you’re okay with it.”
Matt spoke to the pilot and the plane circled back around. Two minutes later they stood at the door counting off their exit. “Three, two, one, jump,” and out they went. This time Bree kept her eyes open all the way. It was a perfect jump and a perfect day. The sky was clear blue, the sun was shining, and she was strapped to a handsome man. A handsome, sexy man with whom she just happened to spend the last several hours having sex, rather great, kinky sex, she might add.
She looked back to see Matt’s face right over her shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed her, giving her a wink before nodding his head forward. She turned and started to watch the ground activity as they got closer and closer to the marked zone. Bree was happy and life was taking a turn for her. She felt she’d finally made the right choice at that forked road. Matt excited her and made her happier than she had been in months. Being with him was thrilling in its’ own right. Jumping from a plane, free falling, all while being in his arms was amazing.
As they came within a few hundred feet of the drop zone, the winds took them and put them into a spin. Matt got control, but they hit the DZ hard. Bree’s left foot was too far back and tripped Matt as he tried to land them.
The bad landing rolled them head over heels and the wind got under their chute. The wind power dragged them about a hundred yards before the ground team was able to get them and down the chute. Everyone on the ground ran to them to see if they could help. Tommy and Diana were the first to reach them.
Matt was a little banged up, most likely sprained his ankle, and had a few brush burns on the right side of his face and along his arm. He was more concerned about Bree though. They had rolled about three or four times and were pulled pretty hard out of the DZ.
“Bree, honey, please open your eyes. Bree talk to me,” Matt pleaded.
Bree heard them all and wondered what the problem was, as she tried to clear her head. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so they had a hard landing. Hit the ground harder than expected. If she could have held her legs together the way she was supposed to, they could have landed much better. The only problem was the landing came sooner than she expected on the last fifty feet of descent. When she tried to pull her legs together, her left one was behind her and they touched down. She tripped up Matt’s landing when her leg tangled in his. Then all she remembered was tumbling and rolling and being dragged along the ground. Her thoughts went to Matt.
Oh God, please don’t let Matt be hurt. Please don’t let my stupidity cause him any pain or injury. Maybe we shouldn’t have made the jump. I don’t think he wanted to do it. I think he knew I’d screw up the landing, but he did it because I wanted to. I hope he’s not hurt. I feel like shit, but I hope he’s okay. Take a breath Bree, you’ll be okay. You’re hurting now, but it’s no big deal, just a little banged up. Take a few deep breaths and concentrate. Shake it off and get up. Ok, breathe. Relax. Deep breath, that’s better. It doesn’t hurt so much now. Good just relax your body and breathe. Thank God Matt’s here. Oh good, he’s okay and standing. You’re good, now get up and stop whining.
“Matt, I know you said you didn’t want to help me choose a tattoo, but will you at least look at the ones I like if I pick a few out while we’re here. I put it off forever and I really don’t want this birthday week to pass without getting one. I’ve always wanted it and I want to check it off my list with everything else you and I are doing together.” She closed her eyes for a second and rubbed at her arm.
“Are you ok? Are you in pain?” he asked.
“Oh my god, you must have asked me that a dozen times already. That’s all you keep asking me.” She looked at him a little annoyed and shook her head. “I figure while my body is sore from the fall and I already have this whopper of a head ache, my arm and most of my body is still throbbing, I might as well just have the pain from the tattoo also. Will you help me pick one out if I say pretty please?”
“Are you sure this is what you want? Bree are you ok? It’s going to hurt and it will take a while before it feels better. You’re going to have to hold still.” He started his lecture again. “Once you get one, it’s permanent; you can’t take it off. You’ll have a few scars. It’s going to hurt either way.”
“I want one. Matt, I need you to help me.” She could hear herself whining out the words like a cry baby. Matt, I need you to help me. Since when did I start sounding so needy?
“Honey, I’m here for you. I’ll do anything for you, but I can’t do that. I told you, don’t ask me to help with that. I don’t want you to roll over in bed and blame me twenty years from now when it’s ten inches further south than it is today.” He laughed nervously at his slip.
“Oh that’s a pretty picture, thanks for that visual.”
Matt complained she had
looked at thousands of pictures and if she couldn’t decide, she must not really want one. Bree decided she wanted a beautiful dove in flight. She watched as Matt checked out the Eagles and the Marine emblem of ‘Eagle, Globe and Anchor’. Her father had been a Marine and they flew the Marine flag for years off the front porch of her childhood home. She looked at him and made her final decision, but first she wanted to address something he said to her.
“Matt, you realize you suggested that we’d be together in twenty years, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I was wondering if you heard that or not.” He held her hand and squeezed it.
“Ouch! That hurts,” she winced as she rubbed her arm, “my whole arm hurts. I hope he’ll be able to do the tattoo there.”
“Relax honey. You’ll have to relax and let him work. You’ll have to stay still so he can get it right.”
She wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying; she wanted him to answer a question. “Matt, did you mean what you said, about the twenty years?”
“I must have because: a) I said it, b) I didn’t choke on the words, c) after I said it, I kind of felt happy about it and d) now that I’m talking to you about it, it seems right. A little crazy considering we’ve known each other for about twenty four hours and now we’re talking about twenty years, but yeah, I really think I did. How about you? What do you think?”
“I think I love the sound of that. I love the fact that you like the idea too. So much so, that I know what my tattoo will be now.”
“Bree, you and this tattoo are killing me. I wish you would stop thinking about it. You should be resting.”
“I need to get this list thing done. It’s important to me. I’ve had it for years now and haven’t even gotten half way through it. I’m following my cards. I’m making adventurous choices.”
“Is that what I am, an adventurous choice?”
“No, you’re a great choice! The adventurous part is simply a bonus!”
“Good answer. Ok then, if you want to talk about the tattoo, let’s talk about the tattoo. I just want you to relax. So, what did you decide on?” He resigned himself to the fact that she would not rest until he talked to her about this tattoo of hers.
“Not what did I decide on, but what did we decide on?”
“Oh, no, honey, I have nothing to do with this. I’d be happier if you didn’t get one, but if it’s what you want, I’ll support your decision. Now, what did YOU decide to get permanently inked into your beautiful soft skin for the rest of your natural born life?”
“I’m going to get the eagle from on top of your ‘Eagle, Globe and Anchor’ emblem. That will symbolize that you’re always with me to protect me like you did today when we landed so hard, and a dove to represent me. I want them flying side by side with the eagle’s wing protecting the dove. Just small ones though. Right here on the inside of my left arm, just above my wrist.”
“If that’s what you want. It’s your body, but maybe we should wait until you’re fully healed.”
“Funny, I don’t remember you saying, ‘it’s your body’ last night or this morning for that matter. What happened to this is my pussy, these are my breasts, I love my ass….blah, blah, blah…now all of a sudden, it’s my body again. Well, I have to admit, regardless of whose it is, it hurts. It hurts Matt.”
“I know honey, I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt for a while.” He was trying to reassure her in one sentence and get her mind off things in the next. “Well, when you decided to let someone jab you a hundred thousand times with a needle, it became yours again. I’ll take it back later when you’re done here.”
“Oh, well maybe I won’t want to give it to you then,” she teased back.
“Oh yeah, I think after what I saw last night, you’ll still want to give it to me. In fact if you want to place a little bet on it, I’m willing to take that bet.”
“You’re crazy, I wasn’t that bad.”
“No one said bad honey, in fact, you were very good. Very good! With time and a little instruction from yours truly, you’ll be great. I promise, if you listen to me, you’ll be just fine.” He winked at her and she felt his hand on her bottom as his fingers seemed to search for something. Then she swore she felt his finger slide between her legs.
“Matt, stop it. Someone will see.” She tried to pull away and push at his hand.
“Now stay still.” His voice was stern. “That’s still mine, especially if that’s not where you plan on placing this tattoo. That ass is MINE too!” He swatted her ass as she went to walk away.
“Ouch! Matthew.”
Bree felt every pick of the needle as she received her tattoo. Matt was right, it was like being stuck a hundred thousand times with a very sharp needle. When she looked at the strong looking eagle with his wings spread and the beautiful white dove flying under his right wing, she thought it was worth all the pain. She felt another connection with Matt.
“Bree stop touching it. You can’t keep touching it. You’re going to get an infection.”
“It hurts. It really hurts. My whole arm hurts,” she cried out and tears fell. Matt wiped them away.
“I know it hurts but if you keep touching everything, I’m going to tie your hand down.” He held her hand and moved the other one away.
“I like the tie me down part. You know I want to try that tonight, right?” she whispered. “I’ll let you tie me down if you promise to use the spreader bar thing on me.”
Matt laughed, “Somehow honey, I think you have this whole thing confused.” He shook his head, “I think you’re very confused about what’s happening here, but I’ll go along with you. It sounds like a fun ride so far. I think the bump you took on the head is affecting you though.”
“Take me home and it can affect you too,” she flirted and kissed him softly.
Bree was in a hurry for Matt to get them home and to start their night of play. In her mind, she was fixated on what Matt told her about his play room. All she knew was that there were toys and the infamous spreader bar at Matt’s house and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She hadn’t been able to get the thought of using that bar out of her mind since he first described it to her. Once he said the magic words, “I’ll spread you wide open and have full access,” with that little sexy grin on his face, she was hooked. She could still hear his words in her head. She couldn’t wait for him to say them again and this time with the bar in hand.
She didn’t know when they left the tattoo gallery or how they arrived at Matt’s house, but she knew he had a fun night planned. Things seemed to move pretty quickly once they entered his house. Bree felt like it was a world wind of movement and one thing seemed to lead to another a lot faster than it did last night. She felt like she was flying down the hall to his playroom; everything rushed by so quickly.
It was really bright compared to what she expected. Apparently, not all playrooms were dimly lit or darkly colored. Matt’s was bright and the walls were surprisingly painted white. His equipment hung all over the walls. There was some metal rigging on the ceiling and a few pieces of equipment around the room. Much of which she couldn’t name.
The one thing that did grab her attention was the very real looking exam table in the middle of the room. She wondered how often he used that. Then she realized, she was about to find out. She was surprised at how fast he picked her up and practically tossed her onto the exam table.
“Let’s get those clothes off first?” She heard him practically yell. “I’ll have to cut these off.” Without further discussion, she felt the scissors cutting up the legs of her jeans. Then her shirt, bra, and panties were cut off. Her clothing was pulled off of her and she was lying under this bright overhead light, naked, and now cold.
“I’m going to tie your wrists down for your own safety. Don’t fight it Bree. Let me do it.”
She watched as her hands were restrained. He was clouded by the light and she couldn’t see him clearly, but one by one her hands were tied down. She cried out as her left arm was p
ulled and she felt an electric like pain.
“Ouch, watch my tattoo. It hurts,” she cried out.
She was nervous and tried to kick, he tied her legs down to the side of the table. She tried to relax, but she couldn’t, her body started to shake and she could feel tears running down the sides of her temples. Don’t cry you big baby. Isn’t this what you’ve been looking forward to?
“Relax baby, I’m right here with you.” She could hear Matt’s voice, but she couldn’t see him. This damn light was too bright. Then she felt his hands all over her body.
He started at her head. She felt his hands rub over her scalp, behind her neck, along the sides of her neck. She started to relax finally. It felt like a warm sensation started to spread out through her body. It simply ran through her veins, warmed her, calmed her, and soothed her, just like Matt’s hands were doing to her. She lay there as quietly as possible now, trying to absorb everything that he was doing to her. Her eyelids were heavy, almost too heavy to keep open.
His hands continued to explore her body. He stroked and pressed over her chest, her abdomen, over her pubic area. She cried out a little as his hands pressed over her hips and groin, then found their way to press over her mound. All she could think was how much she loved his hands on her.
He spread her legs wider and she quickly felt some cold gel slide along the inside of her pussy. She could feel his fingers as he glided one into her and left it there. God, she loved the sensation of Matt’s hands on her. Without warning, she felt the same gel rubbed over her back hole. Oh no, I’m not ready for that. She strained to pull away, but she couldn’t because of her leg restraints.
She tried to tell him to stop, but for some reason, she just didn’t. It was like her mouth wouldn’t move, like the words wouldn’t come out. She wanted the experience. She remembered she told him she would try anything at least once. She felt his finger enter her and realized it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. She felt the wet cold gel placed around her entrance and over his finger. He was smooth, but swift. One second she felt the touch of his finger on her anus, the next she felt the pressure as he entered her none to gently. She felt his finger inside her and felt him moving around. It was an odd feeling to be touched there, to have his finger inside her ass. It was erotic in its taboo nature. It was something she had never experienced before.
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