The Satyr

by Tiana Laveen

  She kissed him passionately, as if compelled to do so, until Tonya tugged on his arm.

  “Nixon!” she whispered with a hiss as people milled about, eating appetizers before the big shindig began.

  “What?! Damn!” he retorted, pissed that his delicious kiss from his bride was cut short.

  “You rude bastard! Look!” He followed his sister’s finger and about lost it. There, at a table, were Ma and Dad, sitting down, talking. They were actually smiling.

  “Oh my God…”

  “I know, right? And not a single fist has been thrown.” She giggled before kissing Yasmine on the cheek, then walked away.

  “That’s something,” he said as he squeezed her, his gaze fixed on his parents. “They’re actually being civil.”

  “That’s beautiful, Nix.” She stroked his arm.

  Soon, they left that spot, prepared to take more photos and dance the night away. He looked over his shoulder one more time at the older pair, wanting to etch that scene in his mind…

  Sometimes, the best love is just a mutual respect and the agreement to be cordial, maybe even friends. Everybody needs a friend. We all just want to be loved…

  I am in love with a very troubled man. The problem is, I love trouble.

  “It’s creepy in here this late at night!” The mingled taste of the wedding cake and wine was still fresh on Yasmine’s breath.

  The man ignored her, pretty much like he’d done during their first meeting at The Cage. They were both dressed in jeans and T-shirts, which they’d changed into after the wedding. Simply put, she was exhausted, but he’d insisted upon a pit-stop.

  More like a set-up. He slid his special key for The Cage into his pocket, stole a kiss, then approached the staircase… They were the only people inside and the club was closed for the night. The place reminded her of a damn gallery, the way things were hung, and the place breathed as if it were alive. She paused, then ran her tongue along her lower lip. He escorted her up the same five flights of steps she’d climbed that fateful night to get to the room where he’d made her body explode for two hours straight.

  “Nix, you know we have a plane to catch in less than six hours.”

  “So? I’ll be finished before we need to head to the airport. Maybe…” He chuckled.

  Her nerves were a damn wreck, but she also felt excited about what this bastard may have up his sleeve. He stopped in front of the door she recognized and opened it. In the middle of the room was a big table with arm and leg restraints. Where’s the damn furniture that used to be in here?! On another table nearby sat various gorgeous boxes, some red, others gold or black. Before she could utter another word, the man was ripping at her clothing. She clawed at him, hissed and cursed, but the animal had her shirt, pants, and underwear in a heap in no time.

  “What is wrong with you?!”

  He tossed her over his shoulder and slammed her on the table, but was careful with her head. She tried to get up before he could do what she feared, but she was far too slow. The man was moving like a damn cheetah.

  “Stop fucking fighting me!” he roared, turning her on all the more.

  “Now, lie the hell down. It’s our wedding night, baby. Time to give your man some of that sweet bridal pussy.”

  Her pussy swelled as the look of desire and want shone in his eyes. The sight took her asunder and fueled her excitement. He roughly clamped her arms down on the table, far apart and high above her head, then did the same with her legs.

  Smacking one corner of the table, he made it spin and spin and spin.

  “Oh shit… I think I’m going to be sick!”

  He stopped it on a dime, smirked in a hellcat sort of way, then removed his own clothing faster than lightning. He approached her, his rock-hard dick angry with need. Her mouth salivated and her pussy was drenched in seconds. He cradled the back of her head and stood near her face. She held the base of his dick as he leaned slightly forward and enveloped the velvety smooth head in her mouth, hungry for it. More and more she took in of him, until she gagged. Still, she kept on, in love with the way he felt inside her mouth.

  He yanked her hair, thrust deep, then snatched his dick away… leaving her in need, wanting. She screamed, the shrill sound echoing in the haunting, dark, cold room. He pulled on the table again, forcing it to go like a rollercoaster. Her heart was beating so damn fast in her chest, it hurt! He drew close to a wall and slowed the table down to a stop. She was hyperventilating.

  “You’re crazy!” she screamed.

  “And so are you for loving this shit. We’ll just be two crazy motherfuckers, fuckin’ each other.” He blew her a kiss then laughed before crawling up on the table and lying on top of her. He wasted no time guiding himself inside, and that’s when she noticed the huge mirror above them. His ass muscles contracted and dipped. He was fucking the shit out of her, moving fast and deep. She came hard as she watched him…

  He lavished her face with kisses, never slowing. Soon, they were covered in sweat, so in lust and love. “The same way I got you, I plan to keep you. Uh!” He reared back and jammed his dick deep inside her, sending waves of pain and pleasure.

  He slowed then, moving like thick honey dripping down a wall. She was blown away as he tenderly took one of her breasts in his mouth and delivered light, beautiful licks. He moved his hips from side to side, then in slow, torturous circles. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he made their passion merge and their souls intertwine. She couldn’t help but moan… She couldn’t help but purr… She couldn’t help but cum again. As she settled, he dragged away from her, a dark sexiness in his eyes.

  She gasped when he tipped the table right side up, and then she heard rattling… the sound of chains. He shackled one top corner of the table to the wall, then the other, and she was suspended on it, like living art on a wall. He stood back and looked at her, cocking his head to the side, as if admiring a priceless gem.

  “You look so beautiful when you’re confused and afraid… and of course, horny, too.” He marched to the table with all the boxes on it, and opened one. He removed what looked like a bottle of paint, and then another.

  What the hell is he doing?

  He approached her holding several bottles. Is he going to open them and toss them on me? He opened one and let the contents drip up and down his body, all over his skin. He did this several times, with several different colors, until he was practically coated in paint from his neck down to his ankles, with the exception of his penis. He looked her in the eyes as if he were the grim reaper about to steal her soul. She felt the strain in her arms but her desire kept her mind off that.

  “Ahhh!” He lunged up inside her, holding onto her body tight. His big, beautiful dick drove in and out of her, in and out, as he toyed with her clit and delivered kisses all over her neck, lips, and shoulders. “Oh, God! Nixon! Shit!” She felt weak and dizzy as she exploded in another orgasm. Each time he lunged, he got more paint on her body. She could feel it sliding around – slippery, mixing in with their sweat.

  “We’re making love, baby… and we’re making art…”

  She shuddered at his words. He intertwined their fingers, eyes closed and pure ecstasy on his face as he tirelessly had his way with her. She knew he was near… so near. A guttural moan escaped his lips and his muscles stiffened… The warmth of his release flooded her garden, soaking her valley, leaving her marked for life.

  With a heavy groan, he slid out of her. They locked eyes and smiled at one another, then he studied her body, rubbing on his chin as if he were trying to figure out something. He returned to the other table and came back holding a folded sheet. He spread it out and wrapped her body carefully in it, administering gentle pressure, touching her everywhere, from her shoulders down to her feet.

  “Am I pressing too hard? Are you okay?” he asked, care and concern in his eyes.

  “No, you’re fine, baby.”

  He continued on until he was satisfied. He then removed the material from her form. When she saw h
er shape in an array of colors, she felt some type of way. The restraints on her wrists and ankles were shown in pure white. He carefully transported the sheet to another side of the room. Setting it down, he checked it out.

  “That’s us.” He pointed at it. “That’s me and you, baby. That’s what our love looks like.”

  He made his way back over to her and tenderly removed the restraints, helping her down. Taking her hand, he walked her over to the impromptu artwork. They stood there. Naked. Covered in paint. They gripped each other’s hands and she could not believe how stunning and surreal the entire experience made her feel.

  “It’s your body… but I’m all over you. I have you covered. I protect you when you think you don’t need it. I love you because you give me your colors that are from your heart, and I give you mine, and we mix them, and make something new.” He was panting, a little out of breath. She waited while he went back to the table, this time to pick up a paint brush and another bottle of paint. He opened it, dipped the brush inside of it, and signed the art. Then, he handed the paint brush to her.

  “Now… your turn. Sign it.” She smiled, bent down, and signed her name.

  He took photos of the piece with his camera, then escorted her to a section of The Cage that was for bathing. He led her into one of the larger shower stalls and turned on the water. When it was warm, he coaxed her under the stream. They didn’t speak much, but words were unnecessary.

  I have just had a spiritual experience with this man. In a million years, I would have never thought that Nix, as creative and wild as he is, would do something like this. But now that it’s happened, it totally makes sense…

  Turning his back to her, he washed his hair and hummed.

  This is not a dream… This is real. He is real. This is my man. My husband. He is everything I could ever want.

  When he was done, he moved her hair delicately to the side and washed her using a travel sized bottle of soap and a fresh white cloth. He touched her as if she were made of porcelain. So careful, so delicate. As he helped her rinse the paint off, he kissed her all along her shoulder blades.

  He stood behind her like some fortress, the heat and breadth of his body consuming her. He gently wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him. She could feel his very soul… and she shuddered… and cried out… She was having an amazing orgasm, just from his mere touch. As she fell apart in his arms, he kept her steady, on her feet, supporting her as he always did – in and out of bed. He kept kissing her, bathing her, telling her how much he loved her…

  Funny how life is. Sometimes, you never know how much you need someone, until they take full control…

  …Two years later

  Shit happens.

  The unexpected. The surprise element. It comes totally out of the blue. The ‘Well, what the hell!’ of a lifetime. Married life has been exciting – it’s been remarkable. I have not one complaint. Well, I take that back. I am tired of having to unclog the shower drain because of Yasmine’s hair jamming it up. But besides that, her move into my home, which is now our home, went quite well. She’s made this place her own but hasn’t changed things too drastically. I appreciate that. Wow… what a life. We’ve travelled to Japan, London, Thailand, Ireland, and France. We honeymooned in Kenya for fifteen days and it was the trip of a lifetime. Spas, safaris, hikes, museums, unbelievable food… And the lovemaking? Off the charts! My wife is the shit. An amazing woman with beauty and ambition coming out the ass. Here’s the thing, though… We had a lot of plans, but those plans were made to be broken…

  Nixon burst out laughing at the scene on the television. It was late on Sunday night, and he knew he had a full day ahead, but for once he’d given into slothful behavior.

  “Baby?” Yasmine came out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in her mouth and a short mint nightgown on. Her long black hair was parted down the middle and crinkled from the water.

  “Yeah?”

  “Have you seen the new Crest toothpaste I bought?” she asked around a mouthful of white foamy suds.

  “Um, yeah… you put it under the vanity sink.” He pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

  “Oh, that’s right! Thanks.”

  She left him to enjoy more of his re-run of ‘Everybody Loves Raymond.’ His phone buzzed and he grabbed the thing off the nightstand. He read the work email, and placed the phone back down, his attention back on the television. He heard the bathroom light shut off, and Yasmine came to burrow under the covers with him. He spooned her body, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

  “You wanna meet for lunch tomorrow?” he asked. “I can’t stay long, but I could probably bring you something and we could eat it in your office.”

  “Yeah, that would be nice.” She yawned.

  “Mmm, baby, you smell so good…” He ran his hand along her ass, causing her to squirm and laugh. “I think you and me need to fuck around tonight…”

  “You know I have court in the morning! Stop!”

  “I’m not stopping anything. I need you to give me what belongs to me…” He hiked up her gown from behind and ran his finger along her panty-covered pussy.

  “Okay, set the alarm and we can do it. Just let me get a little rest first.”

  “All right. You’re lucky I’m feeling patient tonight.” He grabbed his phone again. “The booty call is set for four A.M.” He was serious about these fucking sessions.

  She yawned again, and he reached over and rubbed her back, massaging it gently as he stared at the television.

  “I’m so sleepy, Nix. But of course, that’s nothing new. We’re finally in the third trimester. Thank God! Your son won’t settle down tonight. He’s inside my stomach playing kickball. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, baby.”

  He glanced across the room and smiled at the large painting they’d created on their wedding night at The Cage. It hung on the wall, framed in gold… His Nymph’s beautiful silhouette was splashed in blended colors of their love. He turned off the nightstand light and adjusted himself on the pillow, half listening to the program, yet unable to completely take his eyes off her as she quickly drifted off to sleep.

  I went from being shocked, to feeling anxious about this pregnancy, to elation all within one day. When Yasmine first told me she was pregnant, both of us didn’t seem to know what to say. Neither of us expected this. However, we should have. I kept telling myself for years before I even met my wife that I was going to get a vasectomy, but I never did. I’m not really certain why, but maybe deep down, subconsciously, I never wanted the option of having children completely off the table. Yasmine was diligent about her birth control, but then she had a cold one time for a few days, and she was taking other medication, so she forgot to take her pill. Just our luck, she was ovulating. We make love practically every day… usually multiple times a day. I mean, what are the chances of the few days she missed during her window of conception lining up like that? But it happened… and it just proves to me that this was meant to be. Now, I can’t stop thinking about my son who is about to come into the world. Both of our families are so damn excited. It’s amazing…We’ve got his room set up and painted, plenty of bottles, clothes and diapers and we both have been reading books and doing everything we can to prepare for this tiny person that we created, to enter our lives.

  We promised each other that no matter how hard it gets, no matter how tired we are, we will still make time for each other. We will be affectionate, loving, intimate, make love often, talk things out and laugh… We will grow TOGETHER.

  Funny, on the day that she told me she was pregnant, I had read some interesting words. My note in the jar said something rather ironic…

  He kissed Yasmine’s shoulder, then pulled out the nightstand drawer. He removed a little blue piece of scrap paper and began to read it.

  Nixon,

  Don’t say no to a new opportunity just because the thought of it may not fit your timetable. You could be looking a gift horse in the mouth. Trus
t the process. Trust yourself. Trust how things materialize and turn out. Whatever opportunity comes your way today, embrace it. It could be a pathway to love… a door to something you never knew you needed or wanted, until it arrives…

  He shook his head, still half-surprised at it, then placed the paper back in his nightstand. He turned off the television and held the woman of his dreams into his arms. As he lay there, holding her close, his hands covering hers along her belly, he could feel his son move. Damn, that was a strong kick… One of life, one of meaning… He closed his eyes, but that didn’t stop the joyful tears from falling…

  It didn’t stop the love from coming…

  It didn’t stop him from feeling emotions he never knew were even possible.

  Closed eyes didn’t mean blindness. Like a blindfold, they only heightened the other senses. He was in the moment. He was present. The Satyr and his bride, the Nymph, had created life.

  Daddy can’t wait to see you in two and a half months, Royal Nixon Rossellini… You may have caught me and your mother by surprise, but believe me, somewhere in the universe, we prayed for you. Just like I prayed for your mother, too. I know deep down that your mother wanted you even before we got married. She never said it to me, I had made it clear how I felt about this, but I could see it in her eyes whenever we were around the young ones in our family. When I looked into her eyes and saw that desire – those unspoken words were heard loud and clear. She wanted me to give her YOU. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for your mother… So, I made a decision. I decided to stop obsessing over her cycles. I knew she’d missed pills that week in question soon after it happened. She keeps them in her nightstand drawer and I can see them from time to time. Three hadn’t budged in days… She didn’t do it on purpose, but I never said a word. I told myself, if it happens, it happens. It’s God’s will. Well, wouldn’t you know it? Now, here you come…