by Tina Donahue
“I can’t feel anything except my pussy. I think it’s going to burst if there isn’t some action soon.”
Laughing softly, he moved to the front of her. “Put your wrists together.”
The moment she had, Tor tied his top around them, again tightly enough to hold her but not to harm.
“Rest your arms and forehead on the mattress. I’ll help.”
With his fingers buried in her hair, Tor eased her down to the position he wanted, making certain she wasn’t in any distress. He rested one hand on the small of her back, the other on her belly and pushed slightly. “Raise your ass.”
She did.
Tor moved to the back of her, his weight shaking the mattress, his cock scarcely bobbing. The thing was too fucking hard, his excitement almost impossible to rein in. He ran his hands down the insides of her thighs. She inhaled sharply. He held back a groan of desire and pushed against her legs, spreading them even more, preparing Marnie’s body for his use, their pleasure. To heighten the experience for her, Tor kept adjusting small things—fanning Marnie’s hair across the comforter, turning her right foot slightly to match the position of the left, stroking her fingers so she’d loosen her fists and place her palms directly on the bed. Tor knew each second he delayed the inevitable served to increase her anticipation.
She finally let out an edgy sigh.
His cue to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer. He tossed the packet on a pillow and crawled to her side. “You’ve been bad.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You need to be punished.”
“Fuck yeah.”
He struggled against laughing, not wanting to ruin the charged mood he’d created for her. Of course, he didn’t want to alarm her either. “The first time you cry out, this stops.”
“I’ll be quiet. Go on, please. I want this with you. I’ve never agreed to do this with anyone else. I didn’t think I could until we met and I knew what a good guy you are.”
Wow. How was he supposed to discipline her after such a confession? Tor wanted to talk her out of the game but figured Marnie needed a guy to respect her wishes, not try to change her mind on what she wanted.
His face and chest got hot with the tempest of emotions coursing through him, perspiration dampening his upper lip and neck. He rested one hand at the top of her ass, lifted his other, and swatted her. The crack of his palm against her cheeks sounded huge to him.
When he didn’t continue, she wiggled her ass. “Go on. I barely felt what you did. Harder.”
Tor held back for several minutes before he finally loosened up, his paddling growing as firm as she wanted, enough to sting his hand and surely her cheeks. He’d pinked them up quite a bit. Marnie whimpered as though she were having an orgasm or was close to one.
He paddled her again.
“Stop,” she said.
He did instantly, puffing harder than she did, as though he’d run to the top of Mt. Everest. Excitement and arousal dashed through Tor, surprising him. He’d done kink with other women, even the spanking thing, finding the game kind of dumb. Not with Marnie. Because she’d enjoyed herself so much, he had too. They’d definitely have to try this again. First, though…
Tor opened the packet, slipped on the lime green rubber, and mounted Marnie.
She lifted her head and let out an indelicate cry.
“Yes,” she shouted, pushing her ass toward him, taking more of his cock inside. “Keep going.”
He’d be crazy not to. Marnie was fucking unstoppable, backing into him as he pumped into her, their bodies smacking each other loudly, joyously. Taking control, Tor gripped her hips, his fingers pressed into her, signaling her to keep still.
She finally settled, allowing him full charge over her body and enjoyment. He stared at his cock sliding in and out of her sheath, her moisture glistening on the condom. Fucking gorgeous. Each tap of his balls against Marnie’s body sent a blast of pleasure through Tor. He didn’t want to rush but couldn’t slow down. Every time he tried, she pushed into him, squeezing her inner muscles around his shaft.
Growling, Tor kept up the pace, finally slipping his hand around Marnie’s leg to her clit. His first stroke had her flinching. On the next, she cried out. By the fifth or so, she no longer tightened her pussy, clearly fixated on her own climax.
He couldn’t have been happier, propelling them both toward the crest. Her shout of release coaxed him past restraint. Tor’s orgasm hit him with the force of a hurricane, making him woozy, stealing his breath. Unsteady, he leaned down but didn’t rest. Time enough for that when they were in their nineties. With his cock still tunneled deeply within her, Tor slipped his arm around Marnie’s waist, hauling her to a kneeling position.
Panting, she turned her head to the side. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
“I’m blindfolded.”
“You’ll feel.” He took both her wrists in one hand, holding them to her chest and slid his fingers over her clit.
At his first stroke, Marnie stiffened against him. “No, no, no. I can’t. Too much.”
Tor slowed his strokes. “Say the word and this stops.”
She dropped her head and groaned.
“Is that the word?” he asked.
Her shoulders shook with her laughter. “No. Fuck. Go on.”
He did, alternately rubbing her nub and circling it so Marnie wasn’t sure when he’d bring her to completion. Not knowing seemed to make her hypersensitive. Each move he made, every touch, pulled a new noise from her, all of them rich with lust.
She pressed against him finally, as though to get away from his hand. Tor slowed his strokes in response. The moment he had, Marnie thrust her hips forward, moving her clit closer to his touch. He acknowledged her desire by stroking her without stopping, firmly and fast.
She climaxed within seconds, her gratified moan filling the room, her body trembling within his embrace.
Tor brought them down to the mattress, his rod nestled safely within Marnie’s sheath, their bodies as close as possible. Sated for the moment, he conked out.
No matter how wonderful heaven might be, Marnie couldn’t believe the place could be any better than what she’d experienced with Tor.
She’d fallen asleep more easily than she had in years and awoke sometime later, surprised her makeshift blindfold was gone, wrists free, cunt empty. Hell, that wasn’t right. She rolled over, disappointed Tor wasn’t on the bed. Their tray of food remained on the floor, many of the dishes unfinished. He couldn’t be in the kitchen cooking more stuff. Marnie was about to call out for him when she heard tapping noises from somewhere down the hall. Suddenly, she smelled his signature scent, citrusy and clean. Was he in the bathroom washing without her? No way. He’d promised Marnie a bath.
She rolled to the edge of the bed, stopping as Tor padded inside.
“Hey,” he said, pointing. “Careful of your bandages.”
Marnie was leaning on them, suddenly noticing the sting. “I’m a shitty patient.”
“Ready for another spanking, huh?”
She smiled briefly. “You didn’t wash without me, did you?”
“Do you even have to ask? Come on.” With her hand in his, Tor led her into the bath, wonderfully quaint with old fixtures and a sweet clawfoot tub filled with steaming water and foam.
She bumped his arm with hers. “You use bubble bath?”
“I figured you did. The closest I could come was my shampoo. You like?”
His sweet gesture brought tears to her eyes. “Yeah. Smells great. Almost as good as you.”
“Let me help you in, but watch your arm, don’t get the bandages wet.”
“I thought you were going to wash the outline.”
“Later, with mild soap. Not now.”
He was babying her just as he’d said. Marnie couldn’t recall anything feeling as wonderful. Wait—yeah, she could. Having him blindfold her and position her body for his use had been amazing. She’d been more excited than sca
red as she’d waited for him to spank her and wondered what he was thinking as he’d studied her nudity, her legs spread shamelessly, ass lifted to display both her openings.
When he’d mounted her, Marnie had felt vulnerable yet protected, used and honored. Exactly as a man should make a woman feel. Repeatedly, Tor had proven she could trust him without regret.
“Careful,” he said, his arm around her waist as he helped her into the tub.
The warm, fragrant water was irresistible. She moaned helplessly on the way down, making certain to keep her bandaged arm on the lip of the tub.
“Good girl.” Tor kissed the top of her head and got in on his side, facing her. The tub was surprisingly big, but given his height, Tor had to bend his legs to fit.
He patted his shoulders. “Put your feet up here. Relax.”
With her legs spread out like an actress in a porn film? She giggled. “Hang your legs over the sides of the tub and get rid of some of the bubbles. I want to see your best parts.”
Tor lifted Marnie’s foot and kissed her toes. Bubbles clung to his bristly chin. “You’ll see everything again once we’re finished here.” He rested her foot on his belly. “Temperature okay? Need anything?”
More days like this. A lifetime if such a thing were possible. Too bad they couldn’t spend forever in this tub and never face problems, disagreements, hurt feelings.
“Do you ever get mad?” Marnie asked, the words again just falling out of her mouth.
Tor ran his fingers over her toes. “Sure. Who doesn’t? But I’m pretty cool with most things.”
“You don’t get in fights?”
“With guys? Like brawls?” He laughed. “The last time I hit anyone was in grade school. The principal and my parents gave me so much hell, I learned it’s better to walk away, unless you or someone you love is in danger. Then, yeah, I’d fight to the death. Thankfully, most people are civilized.” He regarded her. “You told me once not to hesitate bringing up the past. Are you asking what you have because of your dad?”
Heat rose to Marnie’s cheeks. The familiar urge to flee returned. She fought the feeling and decided to be up-front. Tor deserved no less. “Not totally. I asked mainly because of Ethan, the guy I was living with before I escaped to here.”
Tor stared as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “Escaped?”
“Yeah. He’s a lot like my father was. I realize I should have known better than to have repeated the past so easily but I refused to see the signs at first.”
“Wait.” Tor held up his hand. “This guy hurt you?”
He made those awful days sound as bad as they had been, giving Marnie nowhere to hide. She shouldn’t any longer. The time for the truth was long past. “Bruised my ribs once. Pushed me down so hard another time, I sprained my ankle. Broke my finger on another occasion.” She showed him which one. “Other than the stuff I had to go to the ER for there were a couple of black eyes, a split lip…”
She stopped, unable to go on, her mouth trembling at the memories—how awful they sounded when verbalized. Marnie lifted her hand, asking for a moment.
Water sloshed over the side of the tub as Tor moved toward her, swearing at the confined space. He finally got close enough to put his arm around her shoulders. “Cry if you want. Talk if you want. I’m here.”
She pressed her face against his shoulder, deep sobs racking her body. All the unhappiness she’d ever felt pouring out.
Tor stroked her hair, staying with her, not running away as Marnie had feared. Rather than being comforted, she felt ashamed and tried to pull away.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Tor asked.
“This isn’t fair to you. We’re supposed to be having a good time. I shouldn’t be dumping all my stupid problems on you every time we’re together. First my father. Now Ethan.”
“You’re not dumping anything. You’re sharing. I sensed you were holding something back. Was this what you’ve been afraid to tell me?”
She nodded.
“Don’t be,” he said, easing her back into his arms. “I want to know. You said ‘escaped’ before. You left without him knowing?”
“If he had, he would have killed me.”
Tor held her closer.
This time Marnie sagged into him, needing his comfort. “The more I gave in to him, the more he tried to control me. If I was even a minute late coming home from work or if I’d spent too much time getting stuff at the grocery store, he’d threaten to kill me if I made the same mistake again. The relationship—if you can call it that—deteriorated to the point where he began to monitor every minute of my life. Even if I’d had enough nerve to go to the police and they threw him into jail, Ethan would have only been there for a short time. He would have gotten out like other abusers have, angrier than before. What was I supposed to do then?
“No matter what I did to appease him toward the end, he kept getting more violent. When he found out I’d been checking courses online for a degree, he threw me against the wall and slapped me so hard, he split my lip and bruised my cheek. He kept shouting that I thought I was better than he was, but he’d show me. I couldn’t go to work for a week because of what he’d done. I sold cosmetics at a department store. How was I supposed to show up looking as I did? While I was healing, he kept berating me for sitting on my ass at home instead of earning the money we needed. He has a good job supervising mechanics at a garage but he expected me to turn my check over to him. He didn’t want me having any money of my own.”
“You came here without funds?” Tor asked.
“I had what he gave me for groceries. Every two weeks, he handed over just enough to get what he’d written down. He liked to live large—steaks, good cuts of beef, the best cheese, imported beer. Those things cost a lot. Rather than driving to the store, I drove here. One of the ladies I worked with had just visited and said I’d love the area. About twenty miles out, I sold my car and took a bus the rest of the way. The moment I arrived, I started looking for a place to live and work. Alice knew from the start I was in trouble and she opened her arms to me.”
Tears coursed down Marnie’s face as she remembered how welcoming Alice had been, wanting to help in any way she could. “She gave me some of her things to wear since I’d only taken a few changes of clothes. I was too afraid to stick around and pack. I left everything else, including a note telling Ethan I never wanted to see him again and that I’d told my uncles he’d been abusing me. If he didn’t want trouble, he’d better leave me alone.”
Tor moved back so he could see her face. “What about your relatives? Do they know where you are?”
“Too risky. I haven’t seen family for nearly a year, not that I was around them a lot before then. Ethan wanted my full attention on him. He called my relatives greasy beaners. My girlfriends were dykes or cunts. I didn’t want him to threaten them so I’ve stayed out of their lives and kept a low profile. No change of address for my mail. I don’t have a car registered to me any longer. I don’t even have a phone in my name. The few bits of information about me on the Internet are old. I’m as untraceable as possible without changing my name or appearance.”
Sorrow, not judgment, filled Tor’s eyes. “If you haven’t been back for nearly a year then you haven’t been visiting your mom’s grave.”
Her eyes filled again. A hurt so deep filled Marnie, she could barely breathe. “I didn’t even get to be with her when she died. The hospital called about a setback she’d had. They said to hurry over, she might not survive ‘til morning. Ethan deliberately didn’t tell me. When I found out, he shrugged, saying he wanted to teach me a lesson for being such a bitch around him. Mamá died without me being there to say goodbye, to keep her from being afraid. On the day of her funeral, Ethan took off work and wouldn’t let me leave the house to attend.”
Marnie trembled with rage, the hatred she’d felt for him returning. “I vowed then I’d leave no matter how long my plan took and that neither he nor any other man would ever hurt me again.”
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br /> Chapter Ten
Given what Marnie had revealed, Tor wasn’t certain whether to be more outraged or alarmed. He couldn’t imagine how Ethan could be so cruel and vicious. Whether the SOB was still a threat kept playing in the back of Tor’s mind during the following minutes. Not that he wanted to voice his concerns and alarm Marnie more than she already was. She’d run once without warning and might do so again—this time, not only to protect herself but him too. Tor figured she’d worry he’d get caught in the crossfire between her and Ethan and would do anything, even not seeing him again, to avoid such a thing.
“If you’re not okay with what I told you,” she said, “it’s all right. I understand.”
“I’m fine. Doesn’t change anything between you and me. Okay?”
Although Marnie nodded, she seemed uneasy for a while, as though she didn’t trust they’d be together for long.
Tor did everything he could to put her at ease. Eventually, she relaxed, enjoying the bath, falling asleep in his arms.
Late the following morning, Tor suggested she spend a couple of days at his place to prolong their fun. Give him a chance to check on her tat, make sure she was healing properly.
If Marnie sensed he wanted her close to also protect her, she didn’t let on. “You’d have to take me to the shop each day. Pick me up after my shift.”
“The place isn’t far from the parlor. I’d be heading in the same direction anyway in the morning, and going past the shop at night on my way here.” He ground his hips into hers. “You’re on my route, baby.”
“You might have a late or early customer like you did with me.”
No one was like her. “I don’t work on Wednesdays for anyone except you.”
She smiled. “Tell you what. We can meet for a late lunch on whatever days you’re free. I’ll pack us something and we can eat in the park.”
“We could also go to my uncle’s place.”
Marnie pushed out her bottom lip. “You don’t think I’m a good cook?”
“I don’t want you doing all the work. We’ll compromise and alternate between Rafe’s and your stuff. Sound like a plan?”
