by Jamie Knight
Getting behind me, running a sensual caress down my back, he got the shampoo and washed my hair. It was something no one else had done in quite some time, and certainly never a lover. Such was the level of my trust in Tobias. Everything he did or wanted to do, especially in the bedroom, seemed to be so absolutely, perfectly right.
Working with the position I was already in, he pulled back on my hips, making me bend even deeper. I knew it was coming before it happened. But that didn't stop me from gasping as he pushed gently inside me. My pussy graciously gave way as his beautiful cock worked its way in.
Getting to about half of his length, Tobias stopped for a moment as he always did, giving me a moment to get used to having my pussy so absolutely stuffed. He was by far the most attentive lover I had ever experienced. Everything he did to me seemed to be designed to give me pleasure. Even the way he face-fucked me turned me on like crazy.
Basically holding me up by my hips, Tobias worked inside me, rocking his cock in and out of my pussy. He took it easy on me until I indicated I wanted it harder. It was almost like a psychic link, making the whole process a lot easier and a damn sight more pleasurable.
Despite the implications from the first instance, I really wanted him to cum in me again and warm me from the inside out, his beautiful cum becoming part of me. The very idea made me shake with anticipation.
He knew. Or if he didn’t, he took a damn good guess, pushing all the way in me as he unleashed a blast of cum deep inside me. I was a bit conflicted. Part of me also wanted to taste it, but I had to choose and between the two the one he went for was what I really needed at the time.
He moved to pull out, but I reached back and stopped him. Wrapping my hand longingly around the base of his cock, wanting to maintain our physical connection just a while longer. I knew it would have to end at some point, but that didn’t stop me from wanting it as long as I could.
Holding him still, just for a change of pace, I turned and got down on my knees. My beautiful man’s majestic cock level with my mouth, I put two and to together until the warm, tasty head was pressed against the back of my throat.
I could feel him go weak in the knees. It was quick. Tobias braced against the wall almost intensely, and it happened. I could not help but smile, despite the massive cock in my mouth. I got a little thrill from the fact that I could pleasure him as much as he had pleasured me.
The spread was still surprisingly big despite the relative size of the tray. I wondered if Tobias might have played a touch of Tetris as a kid. No sooner had I lifted my fork to partake in the scrumptiousness, than the doorbell echoed through the house.
“If it’s Clementine, tell her I miss her.”
“Will do,” Tobias said, getting on his suit and mask.
He was gone for a while and I started to worry that maybe Dave had come back and tried something drastic. Just as I was ready to go down and check on him, Tobias returned, carrying a very thick envelope.
“What’s that?”
“Manna from heaven,” he said with an absolutely ridiculous grin.
“Really?”
“Or reconnaissance from a hired spy. However you want to put it. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”
“You hired a spy?” I asked.
“The guy tasered both you and my dog. He’s going down. In flames.”
It was a shock seeing Tobias so angry. I knew it wasn’t directed at me, which was pretty much the only thing stopping me from wetting myself in the moment.
He really was the most physically imposing man I had even seen in real life. I just didn’t notice it most of the time because he was so calm and nice. The few times I had seen him really angry was when Dave had tried to hurt me. My own, personal champion.
“I wonder what he found out.”
“You might want to brace yourself, pumpkin. I doubt it is going to be very nice.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve met him, remember? I also have a strange feeling your lives together weren’t the happiest.”
“You can say that again!”
“He was rough. Hurt you.”
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“Only to me and Clementine. Tragedy tends to show to those who have also experienced it.”
I couldn’t even think of someone hurting sweet Clementine. The very idea that she might have been through even a fraction of what I had experienced made me really sad. I knew something had happened to Tobias.
He never talked about it, but there were small signs. Not least the small scars that marked various parts of his body and what seemed to be a strong sense of justice. He was willing to cross the line of strict legality if he had to, using the skills of the morally dubious to bring down true villains.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I said, subtly wiping away a tear.
I could feel my breakfast in my tummy. It didn’t make an escape attempt but could tell it was thinking on the matter. The pictures were graphic, clearly composed in vivid black and white. I remembered when he had taken them. Each of our daily fuck sessions ended with and impromptu photo-shoot when I was too tired and beaten to resist. But it seemed that this was the idea.
“These are all online?” I asked.
“Yes. On ‘specialist’ sites. Mostly on the dark web. They wouldn’t be widely circulated but they are there. Apparently, he was paid quite handsomely for them. Torture porn is one of the most popular genres.”
I lost it. I was trying not to cry and stay strong for him. I couldn’t. All of a sudden, I was 23 again being hog tied on the floor, my black eye still throbbing after the fact. Dave was saying how sexy I looked. I didn’t know if I actually believed him, or if I was just afraid of him hurting me even worse.
Tobias enveloped me. His strong, gentle arms wrapped easily around my body, holding me and protecting me from harm. I put my head against his hard chest, sinking further into his loving embrace.
When I came back to reality, I pulled reluctantly away from his comforting wrap, wiping the tears from my eyes. Clearing everything thing off the bed with his business face on, Tobias sat on the bed in the lotus position. As if I could read his mind, I did the same, sitting across from him in the same position.
Hands flat on his knees, Tobias started to take regular deep breaths. I tried the same, matching his rhythm as closely as I could. As I breathed, the sound came to resemble the gentle roll of the tide.
As we breathed, the rhythm fell into perfect sync. I noticed my mind going blank. The worries and the pain faded into the distance, still present but starting to sound like they were at the end of a very long tunnel.
The touch was light and warm. One hand on my chest, right over my heart, the other on my forehead. I could feel his muscles tense as he began to focus. The positive energy felt like it was flowing into me.
I lay back on the bed, overcome with a sensation of calm warmth. Tobias followed me down, hands still in place on the focal points. I heaved a sigh as my body and mind came together, the utter peace in my mind running like water down the rest of my body.
Leaving his hand on my chest, he caressed the other down my face and along my neck, making me tremble with joy as he worked his way down to his final destination. Finally, with one hand over my heart and the other cupping my pussy, he started stroking me, slow and soft, up and down my delicate pink lips. Working me up to ultimate joy.
I was still conscious but part way into another world while Tobias stroked my chest in a most agreeable way as he began to read.
“When April with his showers sweet. The drought of March had pierced the root, and bathed every vein in such liquor, from whose virtue is gendered the flower. When Zephyr too with his sweet breath, has quicker in every grove and field. The Tender sprouting and the young sun has in the ram his half course run. And small birds make melody, that sleep all the night with open eye. So nature goads them to their hearts. Then people go on long pilgrimages and palmers to seek strange shrines known in sundry
lands and especially, from every shire’s end.”
“Go on,” I said, when he looked over to see if I was asleep.
I never wanted to sleep. I just wanted to stay here awake with him in this bliss forever.
Chapter Fourteen - Tobias
The day of reckoning had arrived. Ordinarily I would have gone for a run around the block several times to hype myself up, but that wasn’t in the cards. Instead, I had to console myself with running the grounds, starting at the gate and then back around to it. Yet, to be fair, the grounds did run for the equivalent of eight city blocks in any direction.
Most people listened to music as they ran. I could certainly understand that, despite it never really holding much appeal for me. Goodness knew I had tried. Yet the simple fact was impossible to avoid. I preferred audiobooks.
According to family legend, my cousin, some big shot art director for a Las Vegas graphic design firm, had a similar aversion, despite the large number of successful musicians and composers in our extended family. My aunt was a semi-famous opera singer and my other cousin was one of the vocalists for Dante Street Massacre.
When it came to listening material, I preferred classics. Not only did the writing previous to the 20th century have an interesting sort of rhythm, a lot of the titles were either cheap or free to download, something that would likely surprise most people to find was a concern for me. But being thrifty was a large part of how I ended up where I was.
That day, in preparation for the unholy judicial beat down I was about to administer to the forces of evil, I opted for the good old King James and skipped to the latter parts of Revelation. Nothing like a good smiting to get the blood pumping.
I could hear the shower echo through the house as I came through the door. I had gone through the ritual of a cold shower before heading out for my run. But it never hurt to have another.
Knocking before I went in lest she think me a psycho killer, I entered the bathroom at her invitation, taking off my running gear as I went, glancing at my pedometer and my number of steps as I did so. She was already bent over when I got in the shower. Hands pressed flat against the cool porcelain, she offered herself to me in love and trust.
Cupping my hand up between her legs, I held still, letting her know that I was there and that I loved her. She gasped in pleasure, as well as surprise.
Stroking her lightly until she hummed with sounded like joyful contentment, I got on my knees behind her, partaking of her sweet tenderness. Making her moan and scream in ecstasy. Just when she was about to cum, I stood again, replacing my tongue with my thumb as I did so, and slid my rock-hard cock deep inside her.
She took it like a champ, only letting out the quickest and quietest of moans as I pushed in until my pelvis was pressed lightly up against her ass. Pausing as Addie prepared herself, taking several deep breaths, getting to the same rhythm she had reached when I had her meditate. I could actually feel her relaxing.
Putting my hands on her hips, I started to pump, gently working my cock deep inside her precious pussy. Leaning her head back, she started moving with me, pushing herself back against me as I fucked her.
It didn’t take long before we were fucking really hard. My cock pounding her inner depths, Addie yelped her approval and joy. I could feel myself getting really close to coming. Addie was pretty close herself, judging by the sounds she was making.
I considered for a moment whether I should cum inside her. She had clearly enjoyed t when I had done it before. I also reasoned that if she was going to get pregnant, she would be already, and it wouldn't make much difference whether or not I did it that time.
We came in unison, our bodies in near perfect sync, her head going back as again as she was taken by a body-wracking orgasm. I was already holding her, so it was an easy thing to keep her upright after her knees buckled. It was something I had figured might happen.
Turning off the shower, I got Addie out and wrapped her in a towel. Drying us both off, I swooped Addie up and carried her into the bedroom.
I thought she might be too spent to get into the lotus, but she managed by putting her back up against the wall. Sitting across from her, I once again lead in deep breathing exercises.
Her technique had gotten a lot smoother since the first time. I wondered if she had been practicing. Bringing us both into a calm and open state, I laid may hands on her forehead and chest, zeroing in on the focal points. I tried to send her all the positive energy as I could.
I knew there were people who would laugh. Some of them already had. They thought it was just New Age mumbo jumbo. But it was real and actually tested by real scientist. The only provision was that one of the people involved had to be an empath. Everything on Earth gave off some kind of resonance. That had been shown with various forms of energy meters.
The thing was, humans were no exception, giving off resonance like everything else on this little blue rock of ours. It was just that it was at a frequency that was out of range for most. Empaths, estimated at roughly 2% of the human population, were the ones who could pick up the frequency, allowing us to both receive and, in extreme cases, send out emotional resonance.
I was one of the extreme cases able to sense, as well as literally feel, the pain of others. It had a tendency to make me want to be gentle.
But right now, all of this could wait. There was something else we had to do. Somewhere else we needed to be.
“Ready, Pumpkin?”
“Hell yeah.”
Chapter Fifteen - Tobias
The quarantine had been lifted a few days before, which was why we had the court date we did. Dave was pushing to make it soon as possible, no doubt to keep us from having time to prepare. He had clearly underestimated me.
I had sent the most damning evidence to my lawyer via email almost as soon as I had received it from my contact. He had been spending the week building the best case he possibly could. Considering his Harvard Law education and quadruple-digit hourly fees, it must have been very good indeed.
“Tobias,” our lawyer said with terse nod, having given up on handshakes some time ago.
“Mitchell,” I said, returning his nod.
“You must be Addie.”
“Hi,” she said, looking at the tastefully carpeted floor.
The feeling I was getting from her was one of embarrassment. I couldn’t figure out why until I realized that Mitchell had seen the pictures. They wouldn’t be considered remotely erotic except to a sadist, but I could still understand her discomfort. I reached out and stroked the small of her back.
“I’ve gone over the, uh, evidence and I think we have a very strong case.”
“We’d better, considering what I’m paying you!” I joked.
“He seems - nice,” Addie attempted, as we went down to the courtroom.
“He does do a good impression. Trust me, though, he’s a pit bull. Just wait.”
Much of the hearing went as expected. There was standing and sitting for the judge, which I managed to do without giggling at the absurdity, opening arguments and all that rot. The opposing attorney played her part well. Of course, she called Addie, playing friendly with Addie while looking for a weak spot to stab, but the girl didn’t give her one. She got some shots in and threw Addie off a bit, but by and large the judge was unreadable through the most of it. Then came the big show.
“Defence calls David Harris,” Mitchell said, in his loud, clear lawyer voice.
Watching the man who had caused us so much grief go from smarmy confidence to a blubbering mess was beautiful. It happened slowly. Mitchell’s mostly rhetorical questions chipping away at Dave’s resolve. The oh-shit-I’m-fucked moment came when he argued that he didn’t know how the pictures got online and they had been taken consensually.
“Is that so, Mr. Harris? Then please do tell the court how it is that your IP address was found on the original upload to the website known as BeautifulTorture. Oh, no wait, let me guess. Your computer was hacked right? Some miscreant in Minsk stol
e the files and posted them for a profit.”
“Exactly.”
“Odd,” Mitch mused.
“What’s that?”
“These payments to your bank account for $1,200 apiece from VividImage, the company behind the BeautifulTorture site.”
“I-”
“Illegally sold the pictures without consent.”
“Okay, okay, yes, I sold them. I needed the money and she wasn’t exactly around to ask. I should have gotten consent to sell ‘em but I had it to take ‘em.”
“Interesting,” Mitch said, rubbing is chin.”
“What is?”
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that in at least three of these pictures. All from the same, er, ‘session’, there is clear to see a half empty vial of sedative on the floor and what looks very much like a needle mark in the back of Mrs. Harris’s thigh. In a hurry, were you?”
“I needed money. I owed money to some really bad guys.”
“Which you still do.”
“Yeah. 30 grand to the O’Connell brothers.”
“Tough customers,” Mitch prompted.
“You have no idea. Once I heard Addie was going on the show, I figured she was going to be getting a lot of money from it. I was trying to get it. They’ll kill me if I don’t pay.”
I thought the judge might pulverize the block with her gavel. Her righteous fury more than understandable. Because it was family court there was nothing she could do prison-wise except recommend charges.
But on the matter of his custody case, Dave was destroyed. Sole custody was given to Addie, and Dave was ordered to pay all of the court costs. Everything had gone as expected. Up to a point.
“Dave.”
He turned, looking like a truly beaten man with very little left to live for and not a whole lot of time to live in general.
“Addie?”
“Here,” she said, handing him a check.
“What?”
“For the O’Connells. Go pay your debts, Dave.”
“I-”
“Will never come near me or Duncan ever again,” she finished.
