Giving In (6 page)
Authors: Alison Tyler
“You like this,” he said, biting into the ridge of my shoulder as he thrust his cock inside of me.
Yes.
In my head.
Yes, oh, yes
. Then out loud I said, “Yes, Stefan.”
“Tell me.”
“Tell you…” My voice trailed.
“Describe what you’re feeling.”
“Your cock is filling me, oh, God, you’re filling me up.”
“Where?”
“My ass.”
“Say the whole sentence.”
“Your cock—” I was panting “—is fucking my asshole.”
He reached a hand under my body so he could play with my clit while he worked me.
“But it’s different from having my pussy fucked.”
“I like the way you say that.”
“I can imagine what it would be like to be between two men.”
“Yes.”
“You in my ass, Lou fucking my pussy. I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve thought about it, of course.” The words were coming faster now. I don’t know why. Maybe I was trying to talk at the speed in which he was fucking me. Or maybe he’d managed to unlock something inside of me that set the words free.
“I want that to happen,” I said. “I want it all to happen.”
“Such a dirty girl.”
I’d made his voice catch. This gave me a rush of pure pleasure.
Pleasure
. The word must mean something different in Venice, I thought.
* * *
At dinner, Sasha stared back and forth between us. She seemed to know. What a strange group we were, I thought. Lou and Sasha were next to each other. Bonnie sat at one end of the table, eating rather than serving.
“You were right, Sasha,” Stefan said. “Ellis is everything you said.”
“Then you’re staying?” she asked me. She sounded excited.
I nodded.
“Your wish came true?”
I looked at her. “All the other papers were blank,” she said in response. “You’d see if you looked that the only wish written on the tree was yours.”
It hadn’t even occurred to me to look.
“I still have to go back home,” she continued, “but not yet. And I’ll be back to visit every few months.”
“Sasha can’t stay away for long,” Stefan explained. “Lou misses her too much.”
Lou moved closer and kissed my friend, and she sighed and leaned her head back. I saw marks on her throat from where his kisses and love bites had bruised her pale skin. I understood they were not holding back now. I was part of the group, so much so that when Sasha moved her chair back and slid under the table, so obviously giving Lou a blow job, I hardly flinched.
Bonnie left the table, and then returned with a tray of oysters. She, Stefan and I began to eat, Lou settling back and closing his eyes. He was handsome in his own way, I realized. Tough, yes, but with a sweet edge.
“Look,” said Bonnie, excitedly, “I found a pearl.”
Stefan looked at me. “So did I.”
I couldn’t eat after that. My nerves were still all jangly. I’d been living in fear for months, and suddenly that fear had been removed. My body didn’t seem to know how to respond. Stefan watched me carefully from across the table.
“Are you finished?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“Then we’ll retire,” he said, coming around to my side of the table and pulling out my chair. He led me to his room, where I saw an incredible array of devices arranged on the bed.
There were clips with a chain running between, black leather cuffs, a velvet mask. “Tonight will be the two of us,” Stefan said. “But on another night, you’ll wear the mask, and you’ll try to guess who’s inside of you.”
I looked at him, and I thought about what that meant. Stefan came closer and lifted my skirt. He dragged his fingertips between my pussy lips, coming up with the nectar that waited for him.
“Does that thought make you wet? Or are you wet because of what Sasha did at dinner?”
“Both.”
He smiled. When he smiled, his whole face softened. He did not appear stern or intimidating, simply happy.
“Lie down on the bed, Ellis.”
“What about the clothes?”
“I’ll cut them off you.”
“They’re Bonnie’s….”
“They’re replaceable.”
He bound me to the bed, cuffs on my wrists, leather thongs on my ankles. He put the mask over my eyes, and then he took cold, steel scissors and slowly slit the clothes off my body. I could imagine what I looked like in the tatters. Stefan moved with a purpose, but not with any sort of hurry. He attached clamps on my nipples and I arched and moaned. He parted my pussy lips and placed a clip on my clit, and the moans turned to begging, wordless but urgent.
Then he did nothing, and I stayed like that, for him to admire.
It was a battle, in some way, I realized. If I begged him to take off the clamps, would he? Could he wait me out? There was so much to learn, I realized. So much to understand about Stefan, what he wanted, what he liked.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
I shook my head. I couldn’t fathom what he was saying. I hadn’t felt beautiful for a long time.
“I’m going to love doing you every way you can think of. Every location. On the bridges outside in the middle of the night. On a gondola. In the limo. On the balcony. In the shower.” He was stroking me now with the palms of his hands as he spoke. “I will never run out of ways to make you come.”
I breathed deeply, trying to stay still.
“Now, tell me what you want.”
What did I want? I realized that I had everything I wanted. Even without the finale of climaxing, I was suspended in a state of bliss.
“Tell me, Ellis.”
“I already have everything I could want,” I said, knowing as I spoke the words, that they were true.
He laughed, and I wished I could see his face. “You’re bound up tight. You can’t move. Your nipples are pinched between clamps. Your clit must be on fire. How do you have everything?”
I was breathing harder by the second, although I tried to keep myself in check. “The worry is gone,” I said. “I can take anything else.”
He climbed on the bed then. I could feel his weight joining mine. He kissed me, and then pressed his body to mine. He’d stripped. I felt his naked chest on mine, his cock against my thigh. Quickly, he undid the clamp on my clit and sensation flooded through me. He thrust his cock hard inside my pussy, and I gripped onto him with my inner muscles. He tugged the chain between the nipple clamps, and I groaned and arched.
“So pretty,” he said. “You have no idea. In the future, I’ll take pictures. So you can see, so you can understand.”
He thrust into me in a rhythm that felt divine. Even though he’d made me come so many times earlier, I could feel my body preparing, responding. We were well-suited, weren’t we?
“I would read your stories,” he said, “the ones Sasha sent me. I would jerk off as I heard your words echo in my head.”
I clenched my eyes shut tight even under the blindfold.
“I never thought I’d find someone who would write out my fantasies without ever knowing me.”
“I never thought I’d find someone who’d make mine come true,” I said, and he slid his hand between our bodies, giving my clit the exact pressure it craved. “But then I did,” I said, “and I found even more….”
“What have you found, Ellis?” he whispered in my ear as he came. “What have you found?” I was coming, too, but I still managed to say the words:
“My happily-ever-after.”
The End
* * *
“Is your story finished?” Sasha asked, looking over my shoulder as I typed. She was wrapped only in a white sheet, her feet bare, her normally pristine appearance mussed and disheveled.
“No, it’s only just beginning,” I told her as I typed in
The End.
Because I understood that those two words meant something different in Venice.
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ISBN: 978-14592-3430-7
Giving In
Copyright © 2012 by Alison Tyler
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