by Suzy Shearer
“John, you’re hurting.”
“It’s okay. Just ignore it.”
“No. Sit on the bed.”
“My swimmers are still damp.”
“Take them off,” she said huskily.
Who was I to deny a beautiful woman? I slid them off and sat.
“Tell me the truth. You’re in pain, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I want to make love to you.”
“I’m sure we can figure something out,” she said with a sexy grin.
“Come here.”
I held out my hands and she took them in hers. I pulled her over to the bed and made her stand between my legs. I moved her legs apart and could see that gorgeous pussy so close. As I ran a hand up her leg, she shivered. I moved my hand to caress between her legs, then pressed my fingers against her dampening pussy.
“Do you like a guy fucking you with his hand?”
She blushed but nodded.
“What about eating you out? Would you allow me to fuck you with my mouth?”
If anything, her blush deepened, but still she nodded. I knew my leg and my stomach wouldn’t stand up to the rigors of love-making this soon, but I intended to make Anabelle come a few times. It was merely a matter of getting us both comfortable, but if it hurt me, I didn’t give a shit. I wanted this woman more than any other woman I’d ever met in my life.
I pulled her down until I could kiss her again. At the same time I pulled on those heavy tits. We wrestled with our tongues and I dropped one hand to run up and down that wet slit. She moaned against my mouth as I pushed a finger inside. That hot cunt of hers welcomed me as if we were made for one another.
“I’m very bossy when I make love, Anabelle, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I barely heard her tiny soft “oh”. I pushed a second finger in and pumped them in and out. She held onto my shoulder as I continued to fuck her with my hand. I let my fingers tease, let them find all those hidden delights, and I watched her face as I thrust. She bit her lip and tossed her head back a little. A few little mewls escaped as her muscles gripped my fingers. I loved it when she came, when that throbbing spasm echoed through my fingers. She was panting out little “ohs” before finally giving a loud “ah” as she climaxed.
Now she’d come, I wanted to see if she’d let me give her orders. I always loved telling a woman what to do and when to do it. In my other life, I was a Dom. I’d left that behind me when I came to Australia, but once a Dom always a Dom. Even now I wanted to direct Anabelle to obey me. I did always try to make sure the woman was fully satisfied. Unfortunately, I would have to improvise as I felt her let all of her weight sink onto my good arm.
When she’d recovered a little and stood, I wriggled back until I was on the bed fully.
“Come. Kneel on the bed.”
She climbed aboard and I held my cock.
“Taste this.”
She gave a little secretive grin and moved until she was between my legs. There was no way I could have held back my moan of delight as her lips slid slowly over my dick. I shivered blissfully as she cupped my balls. Then she began to suck and move up and down my shaft. I was in heaven.
“Yeah, baby, suck it.”
Anabelle glanced up at me as she bobbed up and down, her tongue doing wonderful things as she sucked. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
“Take it, Anabelle, take it all.”
I shouted. I was about to burst. If anything, Anabelle sucked harder and that did it for me. I somehow managed to thrust into her mouth as I came. Amazingly, she kept sucking, swallowing all my cum and licking me dry. I had to catch my breath. I was as drained as my cock.
“Come here and let me suck those tits.”
She lay alongside me. I rolled onto my good side and took one swollen nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard, she pushed against my mouth as I sucked harder and bit softly. She moaned.
I bit a little harder—she mewled.
Harder still and she cried out joyfully.
Good, she liked a little pain. I hoped that meant she’d love a flogger or a paddle.
As I sucked and bit, I found her clit, still swollen and hard. While I enjoyed biting her tit, I fucked her cunt again, my thumb rubbing hard circles on her clit. She was writhing, moaning, and once more her shudders echoed through my fingers. I adored the sounds she made—she mewled, moaned, and finally cried loudly as she climaxed. I loved a woman who wasn’t afraid to show her enjoyment. She was fucking addictive and I wanted more. I kissed her again, my fingers still inside that hot cunt. She clung to my mouth, groaning against it as her orgasm finally subsided. When I touched her clit, she jumped, and I knew it was time to let her get her breath back and relax. Somehow, I managed to get a cover over us both and I held her tight. I definitely didn’t want to let this woman go.
How the fuck could someone I’d only met a few days ago become so addictive and desirable?
I couldn’t answer, but I knew she was someone special. She curled her body against mine and I didn’t give a damn about the pain shooting across my stomach. I’d put up with being shot again to have her this close to me.
Funny how someone I’d just met could worm her way into my heart. I was very relaxed with her. It felt perfect. She closed her eyes and I kissed them both. She gave a little grin but didn’t open them. I watched her sleep until it became catching.
****
When I opened my eyes, I saw the clouds from earlier this morning had now filled the sky with a heavy threatening blackness. Then I heard thunder. That must have been what woke me, I realized. In our sleep, Anabelle and I had twined around each other. As I straightened my leg, a bolt of pain shot up it as lightning split the sky. Anabelle stirred and stretched.
She glanced out the window and murmured. I had to listen carefully as she spoke.
“A storm, did I hear thunder?”
“Mm. It woke us both.”
She uncurled herself from my body and half sat. We rearranged the pillows so we could both watch the spectacle unfolding. Another clap of thunder, another streak of lightning, and then the wind began howling.
“Oh damn. I’ve left the doors open.”
“Stay there. I’ll shut them.”
Famous last words. I fully struggled upright and somehow managed to get to my feet. I had no idea how I got downstairs and shut the house. The pain in my stomach had me almost doubled over and my thigh was throbbing. Even though I tried hard to stay a comfortable position, the fact we’d curled around each other in our sleep had done the damage. I tried to ignore it, but the pain was intense.
When I hobbled back into the bedroom, Anabelle took one glance at me and shook her head.
“John, you’re in pain!”
“It will go. Can I steal a couple of your aspirins?”
“Bathroom, in the cabinet.”
Half-walking and half-staggering, I managed to get to the bathroom and take a couple of tablets. Damn, this was embarrassing. This beautiful woman didn’t deserve a cripple like me. I went back to her and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m very sorry, Anabelle, you don’t deserve this.”
She seemed indignant as she replied, “Hell, John, don’t you dare say that! I…” She blushed but continued. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Yes, but I can’t make love to you the way you deserve. I can’t even bloody sleep without waking in pain.”
The smile she gave me made my heart flip. She reached out and took my hand.
“I understand completely. At the moment we can’t, um … go the whole hog, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves, does it?”
“No. No, it doesn’t.”
“Then come back and enjoy the storm with me. You certainly can’t walk back in this.”
She pointed out the window and I saw the rain had started. It beat heavily against the windows and the trees bent and swayed madly. I sat next to her, getting into the bed on the other side and I made sure this time my good leg was closest
to her. Thank goodness my leg and shoulder had been damaged on the same side. I was able to put my arm around her and gather her close. She laid her head against my chest and I decided this was how my life should be.
The storm raged.
“How do you think Rolly copes with this?” Anabelle asked.
“He’d be snuggled up in his dry burrow nice and warm, I imagine.”
“Probably asleep and dreaming of apples.”
I laughed. “I’d say you’re right.”
She was quiet for a while then spoke softly. “I don’t normally do this. I…” She shrugged.
“Relax, Anabelle, I didn’t think you were some easy lay. I’m not sure how to explain it, but as soon as I saw you, it was as if I knew you were someone I needed in my life. Maybe that sounds corny, but it’s true.”
She giggled. “I have to admit to wanting you too. Mind you, you scared the hell out of me that day.”
“Why?”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I honestly thought I was alone and then you spoke. My heart practically leaped from my chest.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to.”
“Hey, not your fault. I imagine that seal would have panicked if I stood on it.”
“That’s what I was worried about. He was enormous and I’m not sure they are very friendly.”
We were quiet for a few minutes.
“You’re truly not married?”
I could hear worry in her voice. “No, I’m as free as the birds, as they say.”
“That’s good.” She snuggled closer.
I couldn’t resist kissing the top of her head.
“Ana, tell me about your life. Sorry. I should have asked if I could call you Ana. Or would you prefer Anabelle?”
“Ana’s fine. I like it.”
“Thank you, Ana, tell me your story.”
Chapter Seven
Anabelle
I couldn’t believe what I’d done! I’d actually sort of seduced John. Yes, he’d kissed me, but I’d suggested we warm each other up. Oh my goodness, what was I thinking?
Actually, it was wonderful. The man kissed like I didn’t know what. I did know I’d never been kissed like that before. Every part of my body reacted. Yes, my toes had curled, my heart had raced, and I’d had trouble breathing. John made my heart sing out for more. And the sex?
Oh, wow!
Even though we hadn’t “gone the whole way”, what we did do was magical. It was obvious how much pain John was in, yet he still managed to make it all about me. When he’d bitten down hard on my nipple, I’d thought I’d come on the spot.
Oh, that’s right—I did!
I still couldn’t get my head around the fact I did seduce him. I actually didn’t trust people like that and yet here I was after a couple of meetings, stripping off and having sex with a stranger. Maybe it was because I needed to be wanted again, or maybe it was John. There was something about him that simply melted my heart. Silly, I knew, but I hoped he didn’t think of this as merely some holiday fuck. I hoped there was more to it.
We lay together, watching the storm. It felt so right to be held by him. He asked me about myself and I told him a little about Ed.
“About a year and half ago I went on a couple of dates with a guy but there was something about him I didn’t like. I declined when he asked me out again, but he didn’t take it well. At first it was just the odd phone call or email saying hello, like if I would like to go out for a meal. But with each refusal, he got angrier and angrier.”
“Heavens, Ana, that’s terrible.”
“Anyway, he started stalking me. He sent me emails filled with vitriol, threatening to hurt me. Mind you, they weren’t signed so I had no real proof it was him. Over the next six months, there were weird phone calls at all hours, deliveries of flowers without heads, even my car keyed.”
“This kept going on? For months?”
I could hear the anger and shock in John’s voice. His arm tightened, holding me closer, comforting me.
“Yes.”
“Did you go to the police?”
“I did. But the guy was sneaky. He’d use Internet cafés and fake IDs. He never went to the same florist twice. So even though I knew it was him, it couldn’t be proved, that was until things escalated.”
“What happened?”
“He turned up at my house, at my work. He had started signing his emails. Thankfully once the police knew, things were organized for me to go to court to have a one-year restraining order placed against him.”
“Ana, thank goodness. I gather he’s stopped?” John’s voice held concern and sympathy.
“Yep. Anyway, I didn’t go out much after that. It actually shook my confidence and it’s taken a while to get it back fully.”
“I can understand that completely.”
I didn’t tell John that Ed had hurt me and put me into hospital and I skipped over the fact I’d turned into a stupid recluse.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m kind of surprised how easily I slipped into this with you. I mean, I don’t normally trust people this quickly and yet…”
“I’m honored. Honestly, Ana, I truly am. There’s something about you that makes me want to care for you, protect you. Sounds a bit silly, but I do. I’m very sorry that some jerk would stalk you. I can see how having someone turn into a stalker would make you wary of relationships, of getting involved with someone. I promise not to do anything that would intentionally hurt you.”
“Maybe that’s why I feel relaxed with you. It’s like inside of me I know I could trust you completely.”
“Ana, honestly, I do want to know all about you. It’s like there’s something special between us. I do know this isn’t something I usually do either.”
Inside my head, I was doing a silly dance. This gorgeous man of my dreams sounded as if he did like me—a lot. Of course, it could have all been bullshit merely to get into my pants, but I didn’t think it was. But even if that was his reason, I intended to indulge for the remainder of my holiday and keep my fingers crossed that there would be an “after”.
He was holding my hand, playing with my fingers. He lifted it and turned it, examining at my tattoo.
“What’s this?”
“An Om symbol.” I showed him my other wrist. “And this is a mantra, Om mani padme hum. I follow the Buddhist religion and these represent it to me. I use them when I meditate too.”
“They’re beautiful.”
He ran his fingers over the tattoos, tracing the Sanskrit letters. “So, Ana, can I make you dinner tonight?”
“Make me dinner?”
“Yep. I love to cook and it would give me the greatest pleasure to cook you a meal.”
“Oh. Well, in that case you can, but I should warn you I rarely eat meat.”
“That’s fine. I can easily work around that.”
We lay comfortably together in silence. The storm was finally easing off. Now it was just a light shower although the wind was still strong. It was cozy to lie in bed and watch the outside world in comfort and warmth.
“Ana.”
“Mm.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make love to you properly”
I smiled to myself at his concern. “I told you it didn’t matter.”
“There’s something else. I get off on controlling a woman. I like to dictate what she does.”
“Okay. I have no problem with that as long as it’s only a bedroom thing.”
“It is. There’s more. I like to inflict a little pain.”
Shit!
“Pain? I… I don’t know.”
I kind of shivered fearfully, my skin getting all goose-bumpy.
“No, no, nothing dramatic. No, um … like when I bit down on your nipple. Maybe use nipple clamps, spank your bottom.”
“Oh. You mean nothing major like making me hurt so much that I’d be in a lot of pain?” I squeaked in fear.
“Hell no! Just enough to make you more sensitiv
e to the things we do. And I certainly would stop if you said it was too much. I thought I should let you know what I enjoy.”
“I guess I could see. I…” Hell, this was embarrassing. My cheeks were hot when I ran a hand across my face. “I did like it when you bit down. It kind of blew me apart.”
“That’s what I mean. Nothing you couldn’t handle and I’m certainly not one of those men who loves to see a woman in pain, if you understand.”
“I kind of think I do.”
“I also like to tie you up.”
“Tie me up? As in, I don’t know, tie me up.”
Duh! How dumb was that?
Sometimes I surprised myself with how stupid I could be. Fortunately, John only laughed.
“Yes. You know, maybe tie your hands to the bedposts, use some handcuffs. I like it when you have no control, when you have to accept the things I do.”
“I’m not sure,” I said warily, although part of me was kind of excited at the things John was suggesting.
“Of course you aren’t if you’ve never experienced it. Maybe we could try a few things and see if you enjoy it.”
“Why do it?”
“For me, it’s a big turn-on having a woman helpless. I want to be able to rock her world. I want to make her believe that sex with me is the best thing she’ll ever experience. It’s actually all about the woman, all about making her orgasm so many times that she’s completely exhausted, out of it. Before I came here, I was what you would call a Dom, a Dominant in the BDSM world.”
“Ooh.”
Shit, that sounded intense.
“I don’t know if you know anything about that world, but basically I like to order a woman around during sex, control her, take away her choices and make her do things. Of course only things we’d talked about beforehand. I’d never force anyone to do something.”
I had no idea about that world. I knew the terms Dom and BDSM like many people, but all I knew was a Dom was a man in charge. Still, it sounded kind of scary but fucking exciting at the same time.
I rarely orgasmed more than once. The fact John had already easily made me come twice had me intrigued by his boast about making a woman come over and over again.
