Maximus

by Jessika Klide

  "You are beautiful."

  "You are sweet."

  "You are the sweetest one."

  "That’s right!" I giggle. I lay staring at the ceiling. It really looks 3D. How did they do that? "Aurei?"

  "Yes, Sweet Thang?"

  "This would have turned out so different if we had come here as planned, rather than the way it happened. You really never know how your life will turn out. You just have to own what happens and own your moments." I smile. "And own who you really are."

  "That’s right." He says fast, and I giggle again.

  "We own us too, don’t we?"

  "Yes, we do." He says from across the room.

  "Our lives are so different! Yet here we are. We are perfect for each other, aren’t we?"

  "Yes, we are."

  Bea Miller’s song starts to play in my mind, and I hum it, tapping my feet, then my hands on the bed to the beat. "Fire and Gold, Baby. That’s us! I’m fire and you’re gold." I focus on the gold word Heaven. "We are undeniable, aren’t we?"

  "Yes, we are."

  "Promise?"

  "I promise you. You are collared and claimed."

  "Good. Cause I fucking love you to the stars and back! And I’m ready to launch into Heaven. Bring on the Bastard!"

  He chuckles. "Do you need some music?"

  "Yes. Please!"

  "Hang on. I’ll turn some on."

  Marvin Gaye starts to sing, "Let’s Get It On."

  "Oooo. Let’s Get It On." I sing with him, then I ask. "What’s taking so long?"

  "I’m going to film us."

  "Oh Fucking Yeah! I’ll wait for that."

  He laughs, then says. "Are you ready?"

  "I was born ready! COME FUCK ME TO HEAVEN."

  I hear his chest plate unlatch. The sound stirs my heart and it begins to pound even harder. He throws it over the side. It hooks the post and hangs. I’m reminded of unsaddling a horse and I see Caesar in his wild state as he reared up and pawed the air. As soon as I hear the bottoms coming off, I call to him. "Leave the helmet on."

  He chuckles softly again behind the curtain, then they begin to withdraw in unison to reveal Aurei standing at the foot of the bed. I sit up to see his body silhouetted by the lights. He is massive, mounds of manliness! I’m overwhelmed with emotions and in complete awe of him! He is nothing less than sculpted perfection!

  He takes a sheer curtain at the corner post, twirls it around and around, making it into a tight spiral. On the end, he ties a slip knot and lays it neatly on the bed. He circles around, repeating the process. Then he commands me. "Lay down on your back in the center of the bed. For the entire night, you are to look only up at the picture of Heaven above you or close your eyes and feel. Do you understand?"

  I obey and whisper. "Meow."

  I see his smile behind the helmet. "I’m going to make the stars dance for you when I take you. I’m going to show you what both being my whore and being in my Heaven means. You’re gonna feel it, want it, confess it, own it, and love it."

  "Is this the Bastard speaking or Aurei Moore?"

  He chuckles. "They are one in the same. Prepare for Heaven. Prepare to come undone."

  Selena Gomez sings "Stars Dance." Laying on my back, I focus on the song, and the ceiling. Already turned on from the sight of him standing naked in that helmet, I lay ready, willing and with longing for him in every part of me. His fingers touch my foot with a soft, loving gentleness and he places it in the slip knot. I can’t help but think of Cinderella when Prince Charming tried the glass slipper on her and I giggle when the fabric is cinched down tight on my ankle. I wonder if her 'happily ever after' was this good. His fingernail runs up the arch, making me moan. The pain is pleasurable. Then he moves to the other foot and repeats. This time goosebumps travel up my leg. Looking at the ceiling, I see the clouds drifting in and out of Heaven. I can sense him moving to the head of the bed. He reaches for my arm and I slide it to him. He lays a soft kiss on my hand, then hooks it and cinches me down. The fabric is soft, not harsh and I wrap it around so I can hold on. We repeat the process on the other hand. When I’m securely tied, I feel the bindings sliding on the bed, then my limbs are pulled taut. I can’t move. I’m completely immobile, yet I’m not uncomfortable.

  "How does that make you feel?" He asks as his fingers run down the inside of my arm with a soft, tender touch.

  It’s electric and the tingling he gives me as his touch runs under my arm down my rib cage makes me moan. "Hot!"

  Laying there spread eagle waiting with anticipation, I wonder what song he will play after this one, but he has it on loop and Selena sings "Stars Dance" again. The words begin to sink in.

  Focusing on the white of the clouds, the first thing I feel on my skin is soft tickles like a breeze. The first location is my abs. The feeling drags down over my pussy and stops after it covers my thighs. I wonder what the instrument is. It was heavenly soft. My eyes focus back on the white clouds drifting. Then the feeling repeats with more pressure and an image of a fluffy feather forms in my mind. The next time my skin anticipates the sensation. I’m so tuned in I feel the object as it floats down so slowly then lands so softly and drags over the same area, making my skin come alive with feeling, then it lifts and vanishes.

  I close my eyes.

  I wait.

  I’m in Heaven.

  I wait.

  I feel the clouds floating down.

  I gasp as they land. "Ah!" My tummy lurching.

  I feel the clouds drifting by.

  I gasp as they caress. "Ah!" My clit tingling.

  I feel the clouds evaporate.

  I gasp as they leave. "Ah!" My pussy longing.

  I wait.

  I open my eyes.

  I smile.

  Heaven is nice.

  "Stars Dance" starts over.

  I focus on the picture of Heaven.

  I wait.

  A cloud of red bursts forth!

  I flinch.

  It floats down.

  The air falls.

  It lands. Cold.

  Snatched off.

  I gasp. Nipples harden. "Umm."

  I wait.

  A cloud of red bursts forth!

  I inhale.

  It floats down.

  The air falls.

  It lands. Cold.

  Snatched off.

  I gasp. Nipples thrilled. "Ummmmm!"

  I wait.

  A cloud of red bursts forth!

  I arch my back.

  It lands. Cold.

  Snatched off.

  I gasp.

  Warmth! Wet! Nipples explode. "Auuuu...rei!"

  I close my eyes.

  I hear the red cloud burst forth!

  I arch my back.

  The wind falls. Cold.

  I feel the red cloud wave.

  The air moves.

  A storm brews!

  I arch my back.

  The wind swirls. Cold.

  The red cloud rains.

  I gasp.

  Warmth! Wet! Nipples explode. "Auuuu...rei!"

  I hear the red cloud burst forth!

  I toss my head.

  The wind falls. Cold.

  I feel the red cloud wave.

  The air moves.

  A storm brews!

  I toss my head.

  The wind swirls. Cold.

  The red cloud snows.

  I gasp.

  Freezing! Wet! Nipples explode. "Auuuu...rei!"

  Drip! Drip! Drip!

  Lower! Lower! Lower!

  I moan! I moan! I moan!

  Fire and Ice!

  Drip! Drip! Drip!

  My clit explodes!

  Drip! Drip! Drip!

  I moan! I moan! I moan!

  "Auuuu...relius!"

  I wait.

  I wait.

  I open my eyes.

  I wait.

  I wait.

  I focus on Heaven.

  I wait.

  I wait.

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p; The song sinks into my soul.

  I wait.

  Red hot plume.

  I moan.

  The heat is electric.

  I grunt.

  The heat dances.

  I groan.

  The heat penetrates.

  I grind.

  I moan. I moan. I moan.

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "I can make you dance."

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "Do you want me too?"

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "Don’t be afraid."

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "To dream!"

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "My touch..."

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  Whispers ... "Is love."

  I cry. I cry. I cry.

  Whispers ... "Watch."

  "Harder! Harder! Harder!"

  Whispers ... "Heaven opens."

  "Harder! Harder! Harder!"

  Whispers ... "Stars dance."

  I moan. I moan. I moan.

  "Ooo. Ooo. Ooo."

  I gasp! I gasp! I gasp!

  I pant! I pant! I pant!

  Whispers ... "Do you see Heaven?"

  I sing! I sing! I sing!

  "Max...im...US!"

  Stars dance!

  I sing! I sing! I sing!

  "Ahhh...real...is...US!"

  Stars dance!

  I sing! I sing! I sing!

  "MOORE!"

  Stars explode!

  Whispers ... "I love you."

  Heaven!

  I cry. I cry. I cry.

  Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

  Whispers ... "Shush! Baby! Shush!"

  Peaceful sleep.

  Kisses wake me. I open my eyes to see his green eyes watching me. Heaven illuminates the whole room in soft light. The helmet is off and his hair sways as his lips approach. His kisses continue. My eyes close and I drift off into bliss again. I dream of colors. Bold reds, pale golds, deep purples, bright blues, then fireworks explode and there is black.

  Kisses wake me. I open my eyes to see his green eyes watching me. His smile illuminates my whole world. His voice beckons. "Siri, I want all of you to belong to all of me. I want to provide for you. I want to meet your needs. I want you to be bound to me for eternity. That is what Heaven equals." I feel his lips kiss down the inside of my arm with a soft, tender touch. It’s electric and sparks travel, tingling as his lips kiss under my arm then down my rib cage. Then the sparks fly around and around, in and out, up and down. I focus on the picture of Heaven. My hands clench and unclench with the sensations. Goosebumps pop out everywhere he isn’t, then they travel to where he is. My whole body tingles and Heaven begins to blur as tears of joy spill out.

  His whisper is husky and throaty. "I want to know, Siri."

  Low, slow moans.

  "How does this make you feel?"

  Loud, long moans.

  "I want to know, Siri. Tell me." His command makes my lips tremble. "How do I make you feel?"

  Tears spill over.

  "Shhhh." His fingers press my lips.

  I blink, trying to stop. I see his hand. His perfect golden hand. Tears flow.

  "Shhhh. Shhhh." His lips replace his fingers, kissing them away. His breath blows in my mouth. "How do I make you feel?"

  "You make me feel...." My voice is weak.

  "Sing it. Sing."

  My eyes open. He is staring down at me from Heaven. Time stands still. His fingers play my music. "Sing to me, Baby. Sing to me, Siri." His sweet lips nibble soft then firm down my neck. "Sing. Do you feel my love?"

  His cock slides in and his motion matches the song I start to sing. "To Make You Feel My Love." His sweetness fills me and the pure, honest love we share fills the room with my voice.

  His voice harmonizing. "Beautiful.... Perfection.... Angel.... Goddess.... Mine.... You feel me.... You get me.... You complete me. You’ve made my dreams come true. Feel my love for you." His thrusts match the rhythm and his intensity matches too.

  When the song ends, he doesn’t. Instead he gives me powerful, full thrusts and each time he slams it home, he simply says his name. "Moore. Moore. Moore." His name swirls around in my mind. "Moore." I see him naked in the shower. "Moore." Looking down on me as I suck his cock. "Moore." His look of love as he cums. "Moore."

  I pick up his mantra. "Moore. Moore. Moore." He has me moaning like a whore then he stops. Our eyes lock and the sweetness of Us spreads between us. The love multiplies as our bodies mingle and our souls dance. "Moore," I whisper.

  "Sing again, Siri. Tell me what you feel? Tell me what Moore’s Heaven equals."

  "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon comes out and fills the room. His fingers trace sparks along my body again. They tease my tits, flick my clit, and bore into my soul as they enter me.

  "Umm." He moans. "That’s sweetness."

  "Moore." Our voices mingle. He is sweating now from the exertion. "Mine." "Moore." "Mine." We alternate words as we fuck.

  My mind races as he claims me, making me forget my own name. His thrusts become harder and harder and I never want him to stop loving me. I call out to him. "Love Me Harder" then I sing it to him too. My eyes bore into his with an intensity only fierce fucking can give. His thunder drives his golden rod home, creating lightning inside me. We are crashing and thrashing together, then he reaches above my head. I feel the restraints loosen and suddenly I’m free.

  "I love you hard!" He tells me through clenched teeth as he grabs the headboard. My hands reach up to brace against it as he slams into me.

  "Ah!" We both moan.

  "Sing." He demands and his fucking gets even harder as he uses the headboard for leverage. His ass rolling up as he withdraws, then thrusting hard as his penis pounds into my pussy with such loving intensity I almost lose control. "You’re not leaving me. EVER!" He strains.

  "Love Me Harder." I sing.

  "You are mine."

  "I love you."

  "I need you."

  "I believe you." I cry out. "Harder." I hold my breath waiting. Tightening every fiber of my body. "Ouiii..." He is pounding me with such a forceful intensity. Then his cock leaves and I feel so empty. He reaches above my head. The restraints tighten and I’m lifted off the mattress. "Ah!" I exhale, straining to hold myself taut. My pussy aches and my clit throbs searching for him. The tip is hard and sensitive. Throbbing. Needy! Then his mouth is on her, licking and loving her. I throw my head back and moan like the whore I am. His mouth sucks and the explosion inside is about to happen. I strain against the bindings, arching and pulling myself up to see. Our eyes lock and the love booms between us. Then he releases me completely. I fall, bouncing on the bed. He pounces and growls over me. His arms pinning mine over my head. Then his mouth latches on my jugular and his tongue strokes the blood pumping there, licking me as he sucks. His hand slides into my hair and he holds me prisoner. I push my pussy up and his cock touches her, then he power fucks us into the bed. We bounce and recoil with the mattress as it bangs in the railing.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

  When his semen shoots into me, it is so forceful it is mind boggling explosive. Bang! Bang! Bang! He drives it home and I cum on him once, twice, three times. Back to back. When we are both drained, he rolls off me, and lays breathing hard.

  Our hands cinch and we sleep.

  Sometime during the night, he wakes me again. His kisses focus on my breasts and my face. Tenderness. Touching. My song changes to "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman" by Celine Dion. I run my fingers through his hair. "You make me feel alive and it feels fucking fantastic! Aurei?"

  "Umm hmm?"

  "I know what Heaven equals now." He crawls up to look into my face.

  "What, Sweet Thang?" His deep voice sound so sexy in the dark.

  I smile blindly at him. "Heaven equals coming undone."

  "Did I make you come undone?" He rolls over and pulls me to his side.

  "Oh yeah." I throw my a
rm and leg over him and lay my face on his chest. "You’re the one."

  "I am." He kisses the top on my hair and draws me in close. His hand lightly strokes my back.

  "I’m so glad I found you."

  "Who found who?"

  I chuckle and snuggle closer. "I’m so glad you found me."

  "Me too, Baby Thang. Me too. Sleep now."

  Chapter Seventeen

  I bat my eyelids. Sunlight fills the bedroom. The bed curtains are open. I look into the gorgeous emerald green eyes of the love of my eternity.

  "Good morning."

  "Good morning," I smile a satisfied smile and close my eyes again.

  "Do you know who you are?"

  "Ummhmm." I smile a big beautiful smile.

  "Who are you?"

  "Moore’s whore."

  He chuckles. "Close enough."

  "Do you know where you are?"

  "Ummhmm." I put my arms around his neck. "Heaven."

  He kisses me. "Not quiet, but close. Do you want to come with me? I need to ride Caesar this morning. Or do you want to sleep in?"

  "Yes."

  "Yes to sleeping in?"

  I shake my head.

  "Yes to coming with me?"

  I nod.

  "I didn’t know if you needed more sleep."

  I smile and peek at him with one eye. "Nap later?"

  "Affirmative."

  "K." I stretch my arms over my head.

  "Do you want a Cappuccino?"

  "Ummhmm."

  He chuckles again. "You’re so talkative in the morning." The bed shifts when his weight leaves. I hear him moving around the room. My arms plop down where they are. "Aurei?"

  "Yes?"

  "I love your ass."

  He chuckles. "I love your ass too." I hear the Bear door unlock and open. The bed shifts again. "Wake up, now. Here you go."

  I smell coffee and I open one eye again. "That will def help." He has served my Cappuccino in a normal size coffee cup. I sit up and scoot to rest my back on the headboard. As I sip the sweet expresso, I tell him. "AH, Mr. Moore, you’re spoiling me!"

  "Miss Wright, would you prefer a bath or a shower?"

  "Shower."

  He sits on the side of the bed, waiting for me to finish. His straight nose and firm jaw silhouetted by the sun shining in the French doors. He is lost in thought about something.