Black Limit

by Charlotte Byrd

  “Wider,” he instructs and I do as he says.

  He takes his finger and pushes it inside of me. I exhale deeply. He takes his finger out of me and licks it.

  “Delicious,” he says. I feel myself blush. I move my head to look at him, but he pushes me back down.

  “I didn’t say you could look.”

  “Can I?”

  “No,” he says, slapping my butt. “And you are supposed to call me Mr. Black, remember?”

  I nod.

  He grabs my butt cheeks with both hands and pulls them apart. I moan in pleasure. Then he runs his finger around my butt and inner thighs, toying with me. Large concentric circles become smaller concentric circles. He focuses his energy around my core, but he doesn’t dare touch. Games. Games. Oh, how I love his games.

  A moment later, he is inside of me. In my ass. He pushes his finger deeper and deeper and I moan louder and louder. With his other hand, he presses on my clitoris and begins to rub.

  “Oh….Mr. Black,” I moan. Just calling him that gets me wet. But just as things get even more exciting, he stops.

  “Noooo,” I complain. But he just rearranges me before him. He takes his tie and ties my hands behind my back. Then he opens his fly, pulls down his pants, and positions my face in front of his hard cock. Then he opens my mouth and slides inside. I suck and lick until my jaw feels like it’s about to clench shut. He moans my name and it sends shivers down my spine.

  Just as he is getting close, he pulls out.

  “Oh, please?” I moan. “Will you come for me, Mr. Black?”

  “No,” he says categorically. “You are going to come for me. When and where I say.”

  My body thrusts into a cold sweat. I’m both excited and scared at the same time.

  He pulls me up to my feet. Keeping my hands tied behind me, he flicks one of my nipples and then the other with his finger. Then he puts one in his mouth as he massages my other breast. The space between my legs starts to throb. I step from one foot to another trying to calm myself down. Mr. Black grabs another tie and ties it around my eyes. Now, I can’t see anything.

  “Sit down as if you were sitting on a chair,” he instructs. I do as he says. “Now, open your legs. Wide.”

  Again, I do as he says. “Wider.”

  Now, I’m balancing on the balls of my feet, with my womanhood opened wide in front of him. I can’t see a thing, but suddenly, I start to feel everything. Every breath he exhales. Every tense muscle in his body.

  He presses something cool and hard against my clitoris and begins to move it up and down. I’m so wet that it glides along easily, adding to the sensation. He walks around me, keeping his one hand on me and then pushes something smooth and hard inside of my butt. It’s small, but it fills up every space within me.

  “Oh my…” I whisper.

  “Yes?” he asks. I can sense the smile on his face.

  “Oh, Mr. Black,” I say. The sensation is overwhelming me. At any moment, I’m about to burst.

  But right before I do, Mr. Black stops.

  “Get on your knees,” he says. I do as he says. He unties my hands and ties them again in the front. Then he pulls me forward.

  “Follow me,” he says. I follow him on my knees across the room. Occasionally, he stops and I suck on him until he tells me to stop. He ties my hands to something hard. He doesn’t let me get up. Instead, he pulls my butt up higher in the air.

  “Now, we’re really going to have some fun,” he says. With that, he pushes the familiar smooth object inside my butt as I moan from pleasure. Then he pushes something big and hard inside of me and turns it on. It starts to vibrate, sending impulses through my whole body. Another part of it presses on my clit, only intensifying the sensation.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head, even though I’m blindfolded.

  “Mr. Black,” I moan.

  “Yes?” he asks, turning the speed up and sending my moans into overdrive.

  “I need to come.”

  “No,” he says. “You will wait until I say so.”

  I try to hold on. I grab on to something that feels like a bedsheet in front of me and dig my fingers into it. Just as I think that I can’t hold on any more, he pulls away from me.

  Again, he pulls me up to my feet. This time, I can barely stand up. I’m angry with him. Furious. How dare he not let me experience pleasure? Who the hell does he think he is? What if I can’t get there again?

  And just as I’m about to call him an asshole to his face, he clips something cold and sharp onto my right nipple. Then my left.

  “What’s that?” I ask. It feels…good. There’s a little weight to them and they are connected by a chain. The clips send a tingling sensation through my body, especially when he plays with them with his tongue.

  “Hmmm, that feels…good,” I whisper.

  “I’m glad,” he says sternly.

  He pushes me back down on my knees.

  “Follow me,” he instructs again. I do as he says. My nipples burn a little as the chain moves along with me, but in a really arousing way. What’s next? I wonder. I don’t think I can handle much else.

  Just then, my legs run into something round and hard and he guides my body up and down onto it. It’s like a desk except that it’s soft and cylindrical. Mr. Black unties my hands and ties them around this object. I lie down on it with my ass exposed on the other side.

  Mr. Black walks all around me, running his fingers over my back and down my butt cheeks. Then he inserts the familiar hard object back in my ass. This time, I almost come as soon as he touches me with it.

  “No, not yet,” Mr. Black says, and I do as he says. I’m expecting him to finally glide himself inside of me. I’m practically begging him to. But he doesn’t. Instead, he walks around and pulls my head up by my hair. He thrusts his large cock inside of my mouth and then pulls on a string, activating the object inside my ass.

  “Oh my God,” I mumble with my mouth full of him. With each thrust, he pulls on the object a little more and I squeeze my butt cheeks in pleasure.

  After a few moments, I’m dripping wet. He pulls out of my mouth and finally glides inside of me. Deep. Strong. His thrusts fill me completely.

  “Come for me,” he says and every inch of my body fills with warmth and pleasure before he finishes his sentence.

  While I’m still in full swing of my pleasure, he starts to move faster and moan louder. A few moments later, he yells my name and collapses on top of me, completely spent.

  Chapter 32 - Ellie

  When we make plans…

  The following morning, we manage to finally untangle from one another and leave the hotel room. I had forgotten how much I have missed actually being with Aiden. It’s not just the sex though. It’s the way he makes me feel. Loved. Protected. Understood. Seen. Our sex life is an expression of that. I can give into him because he is there for me. I can give up control and let go because I trust him implicitly. In addition to my lover and fiancé, and soon the father of my baby, Aiden Black is also my best friend.

  It’s a cold dreary day where the clouds are hanging far lower than they have any right to. What is it about the cold in the Northeast that chills you down to your bones? As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I knew that the last thing that I wanted to do is go outside today. But Aiden insists on it. He got us in to see one of the best OBGYNs in the Boston area and she is squeezing us in between patients. Basically, this is a big favor. So, we can’t just not show up.

  “But it’s raining,” I complain as I am getting dressed. “And I’m pregnant.”

  “So?” He laughs, putting on a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt. No tie. Only a jacket.

  “Don’t I get to not do things I don’t want to do when I’m pregnant?”

  “Yes, typically. But not when it comes to going to the doctor. Besides, we’re going to find out the sex today!”

  His eyes light up at the statement. He’s really excited to find out. Don’t get me wrong. I am, too. Bu
t I’m also really tired and run down. Just standing up is making my head swim.

  “Okay, how about this? If you hurry and go, I will get you anything you want afterward?”

  “Anything?” Now my eyes light up. Aiden nods, handing me my coat.

  “How about I never have to go again?” I joke, but only partly. Seriously, I hate going to doctors. And I particularly hate going to see gynecologists. That’s one of the reasons I never have until I got pregnant. Doctors are a fear of mine. An irrational fear, I know. But what fears are rational? Aren’t all of them irrational simply as a result of the fact that they are fears?

  “How about we get some ice cream on the way home?” Aiden asks. “A gallon of whatever you want.”

  “It’s freezing out!” I stare at him, dumbfounded. Shocked by the fact that he would even suggest such a thing.

  “So? It’s ice cream. It doesn’t matter what time of year it is.”

  I follow him out of the door, shaking my head.

  “You have to be kidding,” I say. “I only eat ice cream in the summer.”

  “How could I not know that?” he asks. “I think I have to re-evaluate this whole relationship now. No, I don’t think I can be with someone who only eats ice cream in the summer.”

  There’s a town car waiting for us right outside the door, so I don’t have to spend much time in the freezing cold drizzle. The town car is warm and inviting and there’s even a little coffee machine in the back. Aiden makes me a little cup of tea to warm me up even more.

  “God, I wish I was pregnant in the summer. I’m so cold all the time,” I moan. Aiden just takes my hand and gives it a little squeeze.

  We arrive at a beautiful glass medical building fifteen minutes later. The driver drops us off right in the front and Aiden holds my hand as we make our way inside. Riding up the elevator, I expect that this whole procedure is going to follow the usual process. First, I’d have to fill out about a million forms on a clipboard. Then I will have to wait as the office manager enters all that information into the computer and makes calls checking to see if I do indeed have insurance and how much co-pay they will have to charge me. All of this back and forth typically eats up an hour or so. But much to my surprise, we are cordially invited to the back room right away after I tell them who I am. No clipboard. No co-pay. Not even giving out my insurance card.

  “What’s going on?” I ask Aiden as the nurse shows us to the room.

  “I told you they’re doing us a favor.” By us, of course, he means him. No one would do me this kind of a favor in a million years.

  Once we’re in the room, which is about double the size of the one in the last place, the nurse asks me to step on the scale. I put my purse on the chair along with my jacket and walk over to where she’s waiting. My heart sinks. I don’t want to weigh myself.

  “Wait, I’m still wearing my shoes!”

  “It’s okay,” she says. Except that it’s not. I don’t want to be weighed with my boots on. Or my heavy sweater. That’s going to add like ten pounds. Ten pounds that I definitely don’t need. Don’t they have one of those little paper nightgowns around? As soon as the numbers are about to show up on the screen, I look away. Then I close my eyes for good measure. If there’s one thing I definitely don’t want to know is how much I weigh.

  “Too scared to know how much you’ve gained?”

  “I feel like I’ve gained a hundred.”

  “You are actually at a very healthy weight,” she says. “But I won’t tell you if you don’t want to know.”

  “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

  Aiden just rolls his eyes. “I keep telling her that she looks beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous.”

  I blush. I love when he says stuff like that, but I’m a little embarrassed about having the nurse hear it as well.

  After the nurse leaves, we are left alone for a few moments. She doesn’t tell me to change so I remain sitting on the table in my normal clothes.

  “This is just an ultrasound,” Aiden says. “I don’t think think they’re going to do an exam.”

  “Good, I hope not.”

  “I know you don’t like doctors, but I’m here for you. I’ll be here for you through everything, okay?”

  I nod. He doesn’t really need to constantly reassure me, but it sure does make me feel better about everything.

  Chapter 33 - Ellie

  When we find out…

  I open my phone and start scrolling through the numerous emails that I have had piling up over the last few days. Most are from my readers. They love the series and can’t wait for the next book to come out. I love how much they love my books, and I feel guilty for not working on it as much as I should be. The funny thing about writing is that though it can be so hard to get going, especially when you have a whole bunch of bullshit going on in your life, it’s the exact thing you need to get you through everything. There’s nothing like sitting down at the keyboard and diving head first into another world.

  I take the time to write back every person who reaches out to me over email and on Facebook. Many writers don’t, but I’m grateful. And thankful. Because of my readers, I am able to do something for a living that is my dream. I am living my dream life. They allow me to do this and, for that, I will forever be grateful.

  “How’s everything going with your writing?” Aiden asks. We haven’t talked about it for some time, so I catch him up on the details. I’m working on my last book. I want to tie everything up together nicely and give the couple a happy ending. But this is the really hard part. To make sure that they have their happily ever after, and this ending is actually authentic. I’ve read plenty of books where people ended up together, but their union seemed forced. Almost for no other reason except that this is what is expected of them.

  “I’m sure you will do a good job,” he says.

  “Thanks.” I nod. I love how supportive he is of me, despite the fact that this career of mine might have caused him trouble in his own career.

  “So, you don’t mind me writing this?” I ask after a while. “I mean, I was thinking about what Bill said.”

  “Don’t give that asshole a second thought.”

  “Yes, I know, I know. I won’t. The thing is that I was just thinking about the fact that what I’ve written is so close to life. I wonder how much of an impact it had on your shareholders and everything that happened with Owl back then.”

  “What you write is fiction, Ellie.”

  “Yes, that’s what I say, of course. I mean, the names are changed. There are parts that are heavily elaborated. But between you and me, it’s not entirely fiction. As you know. You did buy me at an auction.”

  “The thing is, the way I see it, this is the twenty-first century. Women have the right to do whatever they wish and that includes expressing themselves sexually. Your writing is just that. An expression. So, whatever may or may not have happened as a result of that, it’s really their problem. Not ours. You are a wonderful writer and you deserve to do what you do. And there are people out there that love what you write.”

  I take his hand in mine and give it a strong squeeze. He doesn’t really get it, and he probably never will, despite how many times I tell him, but it means the world to me how much he supports what I do. I didn’t grow up in a family that had much respect for writers - I mean, they enjoyed literature and reading, but they didn’t exactly think that it’s the right career choice for anyone, let alone, their daughter, to pursue. And now that we’re starting our own family, it’s amazing to have someone by my side who not only supports me but also celebrates me. There’s nothing like it in the world.

  There’s a knock at the door. A woman who is only a bit older than I am walks in. After introducing herself and shaking our hands, she asks, “Okay, are you ready to find out the sex of the baby?”

  My heart skips a beat and then another. Aiden squeezes my hand in anticipation. I lie down on the table and pull up my shirt. Dr. Dillard puts some gel on my stomach and places a
wand on it. We all look at the monitor next to me. I see the little head on the screen. Lots of squiggly lines. Everything in black and white. As she presses down on my lower stomach, I feel the baby move. The feeling is surreal. Some women fall in love with their babies in utero. But that hasn’t happened to me. I’ve never really planned on having kids. I’ve barely given it any thought at all. And yet, here I am. Lying here with Aiden by my side, looking at our baby, I feel surreal. How is it that I have made a baby? And it’s actually going to come live with us? I know this sounds almost ridiculous. But for someone who never planned on having kids, the idea of having a baby is more than just a bit surprising.

  “So, do you want to know the sex?” Dr. Dillard asks. Aiden and I exchange looks.

  “Yes,” we say simultaneously.

  “Good,” she says, moving the wand around. “I’m glad that you’re both on the same page about this.”

  Aiden and I look at her with anticipation.

  “You’re having a boy,” she says.

  I look over at Aiden. A boy. Oh my God. I’m having a boy.

  “Oh, wow,” I mumble.

  Dr. Dillard tells us more things, but frankly it all goes in one ear and out of the other. I can barely understand a thing that she’s saying. My focus is entirely on the sonogram. I’m having a baby boy. I’m having a baby boy. Oh my God.

  I glance over at Aiden again. He can’t really contain his excitement either. Prior to leaving, Dr. Dillard says that he looks like a very healthy baby. When we’re finally alone, Aiden throws his arms around me and gives me a warm hug.

  “I’m stunned,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Me, too.”

  Chapter 34 - Ellie

  When we find out…