by Rose Nickol
Tasha shuddered inside at the thought of it, but she got tingly, too. Maybe she was cut out for this. “Okay, I’ll try. If I say, ‘Red,’ you will stop?”
“Yes, baby, that stops everything, and then we will talk.” He kissed her lips and walked back behind her. “Tasha, I’m going to put a small plug in your ass. It will be uncomfortable at first, but just relax, and it will get better. I want to take you there one day soon, and this will help stretch you for me. I’m a lot bigger than the plug, and we will have to use bigger ones for a few days in a row until you are ready,” he told her as he drizzled some lube on her pucker.
Tasha arched and let out a little squeal. “That’s cold.”
“Relax, baby. I’m going to use my finger first. This will be two,” he told her, working two fingers inside her and scissoring them to stretch her.
After he worked the two fingers for a few minutes, he added a third to stretch her even more. When he felt she was stretched as much as he could with his fingers, he added more lube and started pushing the plug into her.
“Oh God, what is that?” she cried. It felt so big.
“This is just a small one. I want you to take a deep breath and blow it all out at once.”
Doing as he said, she felt him push the plug home. Wiggling, she tried to push the thing out, to find he was holding it in place. “Relax. Another deep breath and blow it all out,” he told her, pulling his belt out of his pants and snapping it together with a popping sound.
Tasha did the breath thing and then jumped at the sound of the belt. “What was that?” she gasped.
“You get five. Say your safe word if it’s too much,” he commanded and snapped the belt again.
Stepping back, he snapped the belt a final tine before laying one across her upraised bottom.
There was a nice red streak across both globes of her ass, and he ran one hand across it. Nice, he thought, but knew he would have to be careful because she was untrained, and he was afraid to push her too hard.
Stepping back he laid another stripe just below the first, then walked around to kneel in front of her again. Wiping her tears again, he looked into her eyes. “ Still doing okay, baby?” He kissed her lips.
Tasha didn’t understand what was happening to her body. She was responding to what he was doing even though she didn’t understand it. She let herself smile and relaxed into the kiss. “I’m still good. I don’t know why, but I feel all floaty.” She looked into his eyes.
“That’s subspace, baby. Relax, and let yourself go. I’ll take care of you.” For someone so new to the lifestyle, to go into subspace this quickly was a good thing. She was responding better than he had thought she would.
Tim quickly kissed her again and walked back behind her. Running his hands over the welts forming there, he bent down and licked each one. Beautiful.
Picking up his belt again, he reached and fingered her clit until she was squirming, before stepping back and laying three more on her with the belt. The minute the last strike hit, he lowered his zipper, freeing his raging hard-on. He grabbed a condom and stepped behind her. Freeing her legs and lifting her, he plunged into her, the plug making her tight. At the angle he was holding her, her nipples rubbed the desktop though the thin material of the blouse she was wearing. With that friction and him rubbing her clit, it was not going to be long.
“Ohhh my God!” she screamed as he thrust in and out, bringing them both to a screaming finish. He lowered her down and lay across her, careful to keep all his weight off of her.
After a few minutes, he lifted up and put himself back together. Walking around the desk, he freed her arms and lifted her into his arms. Then he carried her into the attached bathroom. He sat her on the vanity, before he started filling the huge tub. Then he turned to her.
She was sitting exactly as he had left her and still looked somewhat dazed. He gently removed her clothes and sat her in the tub. He made sure she was okay, then he stripped. He sat in the tub, settling himself behind her. He held her for the longest time, letting the warm water and his hands softly caress her and bring her slowly down. As he felt her relax and come back into her body, he turned her to face him.
“How are you?” His voice was full of concern.
“That was…wow!” She leaned closer to him.
“Yeah, baby, wow. Would you be willing to do something like that again?” he asked tentatively, hoping she would answer yes.
“Yeah, I think I would,” Tasha answered breathlessly. What had happened was amazing. She didn’t know her body could respond like it had. She had been frightened at first, but then something changed, and the world had just drifted away until it was just her and Tim. Nothing and no one else had mattered.
She wondered if it was the same for him and asked him.
“Yes, baby, it’s like we are the only people in the universe,” he answered, still lightly caressing her with his hands.
Tasha turned back around and leaned against him, relaxing. She closed her eyes and just let her mind drift to a place where they were on an island and the only people around. She felt so safe and protected here in her little world with Tim. As long as she could stay here, she would be safe and protected and no one would ever bother her again.
But like all things, this time had to end. Soon Tim was lifting her to her hands and knees.
“I want to see how you’re doing, baby. Let me see that little bottom,” he told her while he helped her move into the position he wanted her in. Running his hands over the slight welts left there, he leaned down and kissed each mark he had left on her skin. “Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, lightly caressing her bottom.
Pulling her around to straddle him, he cupped her mound and, looking in her eyes, asked, “Tasha, have you ever shaved here?” He twirled his fingers in the hair on her mound before reaching one finger down to graze her clit .
Tasha took a shuddering breath and answered, “Once, a long time ago.” Jason had asked her to shave once, and she did for him, But after she did it, all he did was make fun of her and tease her about it. So she let the hair grow back, and he never said anything again.
“Would you do it for me?” Tim asked her quietly.
“I…the guy…” Take a deep breath, Tasha, and tell him. What can he do? “I did it once for my fiancé, and all he did was make fun of me. I’m not sure I want to go through that again,” she told him as she turned her head away and looked at a spot in the bottom of the tub.
Tim gently grasped her chin and pulled her face toward him so that he could look into her eyes. “Do you think I will make fun of you?” When he found out who had hurt this girl and made her so insecure, he would make the sucker pay.
“Tasha, you’re a beautiful woman, and I would never make fun of you. I love you and your body just the way it is. The reason I want you to shave is because it will make the experience more intense for you, not because I don’t like you or what you look like. Will you try it for me?”
“I guess I could,” she answered, smiling shyly.
“Great.” He jumped out of the tub.
“Wait, where are you going?” Now she was confused.
“To get what you’ll need. I want to watch.” He grinned from ear to ear.
Not caring that he was dripping on the floor, he grabbed what they would need. He was going to try to get her to do it herself. He loved watching. But if she wouldn’t, he had no problem taking care of it for her. Grabbing a safety razor and some shaving cream, he also grabbed a couple more cloths in case they needed them. Then he got back into the tub.
Pulling her to face him and straddle his legs, he shook the cream and, raising his knees, lifted her out of the water where he could reach her.
He pulled her to him and gently took her lips in a calming kiss. He could see the trepidation in her eyes. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he mouthed against her lips.
Moving her back on his legs, he spread her wide and started applying the cream over her.
> She looked shyly at him and started stroking the razor over her skin, removing the light coating of cream and hair. Slowly, she teased him as she moved the razor over and over her skin, looking up into his eyes from time to time.
Once she had all the cream and hair removed, he stood them and drained the water from the tub, using the handheld showerhead to rinse both them and the tub. After he rinsed them both, he stepped from the tub, then lifted her out. Drying both of them, he carried her back to the bed in the room. Laying her across the middle of the bed, with her legs hanging off the side, he spread her wide and knelt.Then he lifted a leg over each of his shoulders.
Cupping her bottom with both hands, he lifted her to his mouth, slowly licking. “So good, baby. You taste so good,” he crooned, slowly laving his tongue over and over her freshly shaven skin.
Tasha fisted her hands in the bedding, arching her back to his mouth. The feelings were so much more intense, and she was reaching her peak quickly.
Tim continued to lick and nip, slowly working his way over her mound to her folds, then parting her and taking long licks. He ran his tongue from her clit to her puckered hole, slowly covering every inch of her moist folds.
When she couldn’t hold out much longer, he rose, lowering her legs, and fitted himself to her. Thrusting in quickly, he brought them both to their peak then fell on top of her. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he rubbed his chest against her breasts, taking her mouth with his. Still inside her, he continued kissing her and slowly both their breathing calmed. “You’re so good, baby. I could do this for the rest of my life,” he said against her mouth.
Turning them both in the bed, he pulled a blanket over them. He was going to let her sleep before taking them home.
Chapter Eight
Tim woke Tasha a couple hours later and took her back to his house. He had a small house in a quiet part of town, but by the time they got there, Tasha was so tired she didn’t notice much of anything.
Tim carried her to his bedroom, then laid her in his bed. He quickly removed his clothes and then hers and cuddled up to her, sleeping the rest of the night with her in his arms.
When they woke later that day, the sun was bright, and the day was beautiful. Tim brought Tasha breakfast in bed, then showed her his home. It was full of life and energy, just like Tim. Not at all like a bachelor pad, which she told him.
“Yeah, when I bought it, my mom and aunt came out and helped me decorate and stuff, but I like it. They made suggestions, but I had final say. I like color, not drab and dark,” he proudly told her.
“I can tell. This is great.” She laughed, looking around the spacious living room. It would be a great house to have kids in.
Tim left her in the living room for a few minutes, and Tasha took the time to check her phone. With her mother in poor health, she didn’t like leaving it off for long. She had turned it off after she got the message from Jason, though, and forgotten to check it later.
There were four missed calls, all from the same number. Jason. Blocking the number, she set her phone to vibrate. She would have to get another new number if he kept calling. She debated if she should tell Tim what was happening, but didn’t really want to involve him. If it kept up, she was going to have to move…again.
The day passed quickly, and soon it was time for them to go to work. Soon they settled into a routine, working and spending time together for the next few days.
When Sunday came, Tasha decided she needed to go home. “Tim, I love being here with you, but it doesn’t make sense for me to stay here when I have a perfectly good apartment. I miss my home.” The club was closed for three days, and Tasha needed to go home and do some things.
“Okay, baby, no problem,” Tim answered, upbeat as usual. This threw Tasha for a loop. She had been sure he would put up a fight and refuse to let her go.
A little confused, Tasha went and gathered the few things she had brought with her. It didn’t take long, and soon she was ready to go.
What she didn’t know was that Tim had no intention of leaving her alone in her apartment. She was either coming back to his house with him or he was staying with her, and that was all there was. Tim knew something or someone was bothering Tasha, and he was going to get to the bottom of it one way or another.
He had seen her check her phone a couple times, and one time she had a very upset look on her face. He could tell she didn’t want him to know, so he didn’t say anything, but something was up, and he was going to find out what.
Driving back to her apartment, Tim was casual in the conversation and didn’t say anything about not leaving her alone. That would come later, after he found out what was going on.
When they got to Tasha’s apartment, at first she seemed fine, but as they walked up the stairs, the hair on the back of Tim’s neck started to stand up. Tasha was holding his hand even tighter. She was walking slower and slower, too, as if she didn’t really want to go home.
When they got to her door, she let out the breath she had been holding. She had been worried that Jason had found her and would be waiting for her. Crazy.
Relaxing, she laughed and turned to Tim. “Do you want to come in for a while?” she asked as she guided him in.
They sat and talked for a while, and even though she had spent the last few days with him, it felt awkward having him in her home. She was nervous. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t tell what.
“Tasha,” Tim started, when a pounding came at her door.
Tasha jumped up to get it, and Tim followed right behind her.
“Flower delivery,” came the answer when she asked who it was.
Not expecting anything, she opened the door to find a deliveryman there with a dozen purple roses. Purple roses were what Jason had always gotten her. They had been her favorite flower before she left him.
Taking the flowers and thanking the man, she closed the door and took them straight to the trash without looking at the card. She didn’t have to.
Tim watched her and gave her a few minutes to settle herself.
She looked at him. “I suppose you want to know what’s up and why I threw those away?” she asked as she turned to him, hands on her hips.
Reaching for her, he pulled her to sit on the couch and turned her to face him. “I would like to know what has you so upset,” he said quietly, not wanting to upset her more by demanding she tell him.
“It’s my ex-fiancé, Jason,” she started. Then she proceeded to tell him the whole story. “Three years ago, I was engaged to Jason Childs.”
Jason Childs was the son of one of the most influential families in Ohio. His race for the Senate, and the scandal when his engagement broke up, was national news for a week. Tim hadn’t paid much attention to it, but he did remember the story. He nodded, acknowledging he knew who she was talking about.
Tasha told him how Jason had treated her and was always putting her down and saying terrible things to her. Then she had found out that he was seeing other women during their engagement, several other women.
“He actually told me that that was what men of his standing did, and I had better get used to it because it was not going to change after we got married,” she told him, shaking her head.
“That was the last straw for me, and I broke it off right then and there. I threw the ring at him and the next day packed up everything he had given me and sent it back to him. I wanted nothing more to do with him or his family. Things were quiet for a couple weeks. I think his mother made him give me some time to think about what I was doing. Then he started calling me and coming to my apartment. At first it wasn’t bad. He would call or come by and want to talk. He was polite and respectful and kind of sweet. I thought about what I had done and said and almost changed my mind.” Tasha stood and walked to the window, looking out over the skyline, to tell the rest of her story.
“Then one day when we were talking, I asked him, if he was still seeing other women. He answered, ‘Of course, why would I stop?’ I knew then
that he would never change. I moved, changed my phone number, quit my job, and got another one. Still he kept finding me. So I moved farther away. I didn’t want to go too far. My mom is very ill, and I wanted to stay close, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. I’ve been running for over two years now,” she finished with a shuddering breath, wringing her hands.
Turning, she looked at Tim with tears in her eyes. “Now he’s found me again, and I have to leave. I don’t know how crazy he’ll get, but he’s threatened to hurt my family, and when we found my mom’s cat dead, I knew he was serious. I don’t know what he’s capable of.”
Tim stood and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. He held her for the longest time before tipping her face up to his so he could look into her eyes. “How long do you think you can run?”
She looked at him and answered, “What else can I do?”
“Stay. Confront him. Call his bluff. I’ll be with you, and if we need it, I have friends who will also support you. You can’t run for the rest of your life. It’s no way to live. Did you ever report him as a stalker?”
“No, I didn’t think it would do any good while I was still in Ohio, and since then, whenever he finds me, I just pack up and move on.”
“Starting today we are gong to report everything he does. I don’t want you to be alone either. You can either stay at my house or I’ll stay here. You are not going to be alone,” Tim told her, holding her tight.
She looked up at Tim with tears in her eyes. “You would do that for me? I don’t know what he’s capable of. He could hurt you or one of your friends.”
Tim cupped her face with both hands and kissed away the tears. “It’s time to stop running and stop being scared,” he told her just before he brushed her lips with his.
