by Terry Towers
“Tanner, ok god, Tanner!” My stomach clenched as I came closer and closer, the need and anticipation becoming almost too much to bear. And then I was there, cresting and then falling into an abyss of pleasure and relief.
Screaming out, I released his legs and I fell forward on him, placing quick, frantic kisses on his chest as a gush of my juices greeted his cock. I gave myself a moment to come down. It was so tempting to remain there on him, but I could feel the pressure building within him, could feel his muscles tightening just as they did when he got close to release.
Quickly, before I had a chance to change my mind and remain right where I was, I pulled off him and scrambled from the bed and raced naked across the room to the door. At the door, I paused and turned back to look at him.
****~
Tanner
Just as I was about to come, the pleasure ended and she was gone. A loud growl of frustration erupted from me as I opened my eyes and glared at Emily as she dashed across the room. I gave the bindings a tug so hard I heard a crack as the bedframe started to give out. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. When our gazes locked, the little bitch had the nerve to wink at me before bolting from the room.
The rage, the anger, the frustration, it all exploded within me. One, two, three more forceful yanks and instead of the bonds giving way like the plan had been, another crack and the rung she’d tied me to snapped and I was free.
With a roar of triumph, I sprang upright on the bed and within seconds freed my wrists from the bindings. Sliding off the bed to the floor, I didn’t even give the broken bed a second thought – my one and only focus was the chase and relieving the torment in my cock. She’d scream, she’d beg and by God I’d have tears.
“Emily, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you…” I bellowed, reaching the doorway to the bedroom and racing down the hallway. I stopped in the foyer. I looked to the left, which would lead me to the living room and kitchen, and then down the stairs, which would take me to the wine cellar and showroom. The dogs hadn’t begun barking, as they always did in anticipation of seeing her, so she hadn’t gone outdoors.
Down. I knew it. It was like I could sense her presence downstairs. I lunged at the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time, reaching the bottom floor at record speed. At the bottom floor I headed straight to her room. It was an easy choice. She refused to go into the showroom and my playroom, so it didn’t leave many other options.
“Come out now and beg forgiveness and I’ll take it easy on you.” Making my way to her old bedroom, I grasped the door handle and it turned in my hand. She was trapped. There was nowhere she could hide in there, not really.
When I opened the door, the room appeared empty, but I could feel her presence. I didn’t hesitate. Crossing the room to the bed, I crouched down, reached under the bed and instead of grabbing her arm or ankle like planned I came up empty. I was about to remove my hand to bend and look under when a surge of pain raced up my hand.
“Motherfucker!” Snatching my hand back, I looked down at it. There were teeth marks, but she hadn’t broken the skin – she never did. With one hand I grabbed the bed and tipped it on its side to see her hunkered.
She leapt to her feet, but I was faster, grabbing her around the waist. “Nooooo. Let me go!” Despite my grasp on her, she somehow managed to squirm free of my hold and run past me and out into the hall, turning in the direction of the stairs.
“There’s no escaping, Emily!” I yelled after her, intentionally giving her a few-second head start. I looked at my throbbing hand. She hadn’t broken the skin, but it was going to bruise. My body had more cuts, scars and bruises on it than it ever had in my entire lifetime, all put there by Emily. I’m sure most people would consider mixing sex with violence like this to be highly toxic, but for us it was just the opposite, it was therapeutic.
At the doorway I turned in the direction of the staircase and rushed through it. As I reached the bottom of the staircase, she hit the top step and span to look down at me. “How’s the hand, Master?”
I lunged. She screamed, turned and ran.
I caught up to her a second time in the living room, and I had no intention of letting her go this time. Tackling her to the floor, I shifted my body so I landed on my back with her on top of me. No matter how much damage my body took from our games, my priority was to keep her safe. It was the trust that we shared that kept the darkness at bay while keeping her from getting hurt.
She screamed and she fought, her fists beating on my chest as I flipped her onto her back. Grabbing her wrists I pinned them above her head as I settled between her legs. She bucked and squirmed under me and somehow I managed to get even harder. She was a brilliant actor, playing the victim perfectly. Had it not been for the fact that her pussy was drenched and ready for me, I’d have thought this was real. But one thing that was very real was the feel of her heel making contact with my lower ribs. I groaned, but the pain only amplified the need to be in her, filling her with my cum.
“I hate you!” she screamed, glaring up at me, but her eyes said differently.
“But you want it,” I countered.
“Fuck you!”
I grinned. Slipping my cock between her legs, my lips came crashing down onto hers as I slammed into her in one hard, violent thrust. She moaned against my lips, but her struggling stopped. Instead she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in, arching her pelvis and taking me deeper. This was where the lines between the game and reality merged. My need for the violence and pussy morphed into her need for the affection and lovemaking. The dark and the light mixed and merged, the two halves becoming whole.
Releasing her lips, I lowered my forehead to her shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
“I love you,” she moaned, her hands fisting. Her pussy tightened around my thrusting cock. She was coming close.
“Love you,” I whispered back, placing a line of kisses along the side of her neck before releasing her hands and bracing a hand on either side of her head so I could look down at her and watch her as she came. Her hands immediately went to my shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscle. It hurt, but I barely felt the pain. My body was preparing for release, my balls tightening, I was at the tipping point, but I couldn’t release – I wouldn’t – not until I felt her come. I’d been a bastard in the past, done unimaginable things, but never again. Never again.
“Tanner. Oh God, Tanner!” she screamed out, bucking against me and then tightening her legs around my waist and pulling me down tight to her.
It was becoming nearly impossible to hold back. God, if she didn’t come soon I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Open your eyes.”
She complied. Just as she opened her eyes her body trembled under me, her pussy clenching, and then seconds later she groaned out her relief as a rush of her juices greeted my cock. The feel of her warm, moist pussy milking me sent me over the edge with her. I collapsed onto her as I slammed into her a final time, leashing my demons in a flurry of cum – filling her, claiming her. For a moment I was suspended in pleasure, emotion, a high more intense then I’d ever imagined possible.
But then it was gone and I collapsed onto her. “God, Emily, I couldn’t live with you.”
****~
Emily
While a part of me got a perverse thrill from our games, they left me spent. I had to tap into so many emotions to make it believable for him that by the time we finished I barely had the energy to move, despite him being the one who usually endured the physical abuse.
Tanner slowly slid himself from me and stood, extending his hand to me and helping me to my feet. Feeling light-headed, I stumbled into him and so he bent and scooped me up and into his arms and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.
I watched as he went to the closet, pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt and then grabbed one of his button-down shirts for me. Even though I now had a ridiculous amount of clothing, so much that I sometimes fel
t guilty for the access I had when others went without, I still wore his shirts for the most part. His scent lingered on them, and I loved wrapping myself up in him.
“Can you walk?” he asked as he watched me put on the shirt.
I nodded. “Yes.” He watched me carefully as I got to my feet. The light-headedness had passed and my strength was quickly returning. “Why?”
“I have something to show you.”
Giving him a curious look, I accepted his hand and he led me out of the room and back down the stairs, leading me towards the showroom. With each step I made towards the showroom, the sense of dread increased within me, not because I felt he was taking me there to hurt me, the exact opposite. That room, the room I’d dubbed the torture room, reminded me how easy it was for me to throw out any sense of morality and hurt someone else. I’d nearly murdered someone in that room, killed the man I loved more than my own life. That place had showed me the darkness I had in my own consciousness and it wasn’t something I wanted to see again – never again.
I couldn’t go in there.
We entered the showroom and I knew then he was indeed planning on taking me to the dreaded room. I hadn’t entered since the day of his whipping and I had no intention of entering now. I dug my heels in and pulled at his hand.
Tanner refused to release me, but stopped and turned to face me. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”
My anxiety continued to increase. “I can’t. I don’t want to.” I once more attempted to yank my hand from his, but his grasp was ironclad. He stepped up to me and pulled me into his arms and I sank in to him, a couple of tears escaping my eyes. “Don’t make me.”
He cupped my chin and forced my eyes to his. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
“Then believe that I’m doing this for you. It’ll be okay. I promise.”
I looked past his shoulder to the closed door behind the bar. I didn’t want to go in there, anywhere but there, but despite my own desires I found myself nodding and agreeing to go in. He led me the rest of the way across the room and to the door. It felt like my feet were weighed down with bricks, but I made it.
Opening the door, I was immediately confronted with the fragrance of flowers. Lots of flowers and various scents. Tanner flicked on the light and the room came alive. A gasp of disbelief escaped my lips and I didn’t need any more prompting to proceed into the room.
“It’s… I don’t… My goodness.” My mouth fell open as my eyes scanned the room. All of the furniture was the same, but it didn’t look like the room I knew. It was packed with flowers – roses, lilies, carnations, wildflowers and hundreds of yards of ribbon. Some of the flowers I hadn’t even seen before. “How did you do this?”
Tanner gaze me a lopsided smile and shrugged. Tanner wasn’t exactly a romantic guy – romance tended to make him severely uncomfortable – but heck, he’d really gone all-out this time. “Brought them in the back way while you were busy with supper, and I knew you wouldn’t come in here.”
“But why?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
Giving him a bewildered look, I spun around in a circle, attempting to see everything he’d done. But when my eyes landed on the whipping post I took a step back. Although the whipping post didn’t even remotely resemble what it was. It was wrapped in greenery and flowers. Something glittered. I couldn’t make it out, but the light caught a hint of metal and something glittering. My curiosity got the better of me and I proceeded farther into the room, to the post.
I stopped in front of the post, and dangling from a red ribbon was a gold ring, with a massive solitaire diamond. I frowned, not sure what this meant, as I reached out and fingered the ring. I don’t think I’d seen a diamond so large in my life, aside from on television.
“I thought the best way to change your perception of this room would be to replace the bad memories with good ones,” he said, the warmth of his breath tickling the side of my neck. Reaching past me, he released the knot in the ribbon and retrieved the ring.
As I spun around to face him, he dropped to one knee and took my left hand in his right. “Emily, I know what we have is—”
“Complicated,” I offered with a timid smile. Was this happening? Was this really happening?
He smiled as he looked up at me. “Royally fucked up, was what I was thinking, but complicated works as well.”
“Another way of putting it.”
“Don’t think I don’t know that you can leave here tomorrow and go on with your life and have a happy, fulfilling one without me.”
“No.” I shook my head. I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.
“Yes, yes you could. But I can’t, Emily. I feel things that I didn’t know I could feel and never had a desire to try to feel…until you. I’m a selfish person. I won’t even attempt to deny it. I need you in my life, Emily. You’re the only thing that can keep me grounded. And I can’t live without you.”
“I never dreamed, you’d…” This wasn’t something he had even hinted at. We’d never even discussed the topic. To be honest, I’d assumed considering his view of the church and the norms of society that marriage would be the last thing on his mind.
“I didn’t. Not until the day I fell in love with you. You’re the only one who truly understands me. Even my mother, despite her efforts, couldn’t understand me how you do.” I saw uncertainty in his eyes and, if I hadn’t known better, fear… Of me? Of my answer? It floored me.
“You mean, marriage, at a church, with vows and…” God, I felt so stupid for being so daft right then, but I needed to be clear. I didn’t want to let myself feel hope until I knew for sure. Just when I thought I finally had Tanner figured out, he’d do something like this and shock me all over again.
“If that’s what you want and if I don’t burst into flames when I set foot in the church.” His smile returned. “I know I’m a bastard of the worst kind and I have no doubt that I don’t deserve you. But I’m going to ask you anyhow… Will you marry me, Emily?”
My entire body trembled. I didn’t even have to think about it. I didn’t have a single image of the future that didn’t include him in it. “Yes. Oh, yes. A million times yes!”
He let out a loud breath as he slid the huge diamond onto my finger. I was momentarily speechless as I looked at the diamond gleaming under the light. It was so hard to believe that the journey had ended us up here, but it had. While we’d both compromised and learned how to bring out the best in each other, I knew our philosophies would never completely align. But that was okay.
I’d spent most of my life wondering what God had in store for me, but now I didn’t need to speculate. I knew. I wasn’t meant to be some puppet for a man, like my father had brought me up thinking. And I wasn’t a martyr to keep a monster at bay. I was meant to be happy with a man who completed me in every way.
To others our story would read as some insane horror story about a couple of disturbed and delusional people and not the love tale that it was, but that’s all right. There’s something to be said about looking into the darkest depths of your partner’s mind and, after having a glimpse behind the black curtain of their soul, still loving them despite it – even because of it. I know that even though what we have is extreme, it’s real. He stated I’d be fine without him, but that’s a lie. I’ve changed too much over the past few months. I’d never be fine again, not without him.
The End.
Excerpt From
Trust
By
Terry Towers
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Prologue
Gwen
When I close my eyes and am able to block out the horrors going on around me and ignore the aches in virtually every inch of my abused body, I can still hear the cheers of the audience as I’m lifted into the air by the other cheerleaders. The cheers feel so good to imagine that a smile briefly spreads across my chapped and cut lips.
The Fort Louis Cheer Squad is one of the top cheer squads in New Englan
d; we were going to take the national championship. I knew it in all my heart, maybe they still will, but I suspect it will be without me. I spend more time than maybe I should wondering who will take my place as captain of the squad; Becky Peters, I bet. She’s petite, popular, everyone loves Becky. Yeah, she would be taking my spot.
When I really concentrate I can remember the feelings of freedom as I let myself go and fall from the top of the pyramid, into the waiting arms of my teammates. I trust my teammates will catch me and they always do. For those few brief moments as I topple I feel like I’m flying, I’m free and nothing can hurt me.
But I was wrong…
How long would it take before they stopped missing me; stopped looking; before I was forgotten about completely? A month? Six months? A year?
Until now, I lived a life of privilege. I was popular, cute, was the girlfriend of the captain of the lacrosse team and had a family who loved me dearly. But that’s gone now and I’ve been thrown into a living hell. I was optimistic when I was first taken that I’d somehow be free again, someone would save me, but now I’m starting to think differently.
I’m no longer a person. I’m a commodity. Gwen Anderson is dead and slave number 342 has taken her place.
Lance
People’s ignorance of the evils that surround them each day amuses me; even people you feel you can and should trust can have a darkness lurking inside, waiting for the moment to bloom into the monster they were born to be. At the grocery store, teaching at the local schools, taking positions in the government (although I doubt anyone would argue with me on that one) and even the people who swore to protect you – law enforcement. They all have a price and with that price can be manipulated into doing anything we need.
I have a plan, years in the making. It’s perfect – foolproof. All I need is to keep myself focused on the big picture – my ultimate goal. I swore that I wouldn’t get emotionally involved with the slaves. The slaves were at the compound because they were special and unfortunate enough to get noticed – not my concern or my problem. Sometimes bad things happen to good people, it’s the way of life. They’re nothing more than collateral damage.
