3 comments/ 3249 views/ 4 favorites Pillar Ch. 03 By: CaringAndDemanding Author's note: This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better. I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going into what the second theme besides BDSM is, but it's always been my intention to write something enjoyable that hopefully makes my reader think about what he or she read afterwards. (While also being nice and hot.) So please, leave a comment that tells about your thoughts and opinions. I you have some relevant experience that the story reminds you of, by all means, share it with the rest of us. Voting I leave to your discretion, but I do want to remind you that if you enjoyed the story, giving it a good score will make it more likely that others will find it and enjoy it as well. CHAPTER THREE 1 Tom sat in his couch, staring off into the distance. Him and Ruth had just had dinner, but he'd been unusually quiet. The sounds of the dishes being done died away and he knew that now was the time to speak up. He called for Ruth. "Ruth, come here please." "Yes, Sir?" "No sir for now, I need to talk to you about last week." Ruth frowned and said, "Are you still worried? I told you I was okay with it." "I'm not worried I pushed you too far anymore, I'm worried I want to keep pushing." He grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it, staring down at her small fingers wrapped in his. "Rough fantasies aren't new to me, but I've never felt comfortable enough to act on them. Now I did, I want more of it. It scares me and it excites me. I can't explain it, but I want to act out those fantasies and be rid of them. But how could I put you through that? I don't want to hurt you. That's what this talk is about. Do you still feel okay with the rules I set about promiscuity?" Tom's last words startled Ruth, and she pulled her hand free. "Are you looking for someone else, Tom?" He shook his head and leaned back in the couch. "No, you're the woman I love, and I want to stay with you. But I'm ashamed of some of the barbaric things I think up. They would make you uncomfortable around me, and I don't want that. I need to find a way to turn this into something we can enjoy together. But you shouldn't be my guinea pig, I want our time together to be as it has been." Ruth clasped her hands together in a tight ball. "I thought that clause was meant for things like a threesome." He looked at her and said, "I'm not that interested in a threesome. Not that I wouldn't try it, but in all honesty one woman at a time is plenty to take care of. I wrote that clause for when one of us feels a need that falls outside the other's boundaries." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I should've been clearer. It was fine to give you all the time you needed to think things over, but I should've explained every point." He stood up and went to get a copy of both the Rules and the Contract. "Ruth, for now, please forget what I said. We should go over these first. Together this time." They discussed every point in both the documents. Tom even ordered food, something he rarely did. The last bite had gone cold for a long time when they finished. Exhausted, they both laid back in the couch, cuddled close together. Despite how tired they were, they were happy about how they'd spent their time. They had reaffirmed and deepened their connection. They were quiet for some time before Tom said, "I couldn't stand to see our relationship fall apart because I can't handle a part of myself. Ruth, tell me, do you feel up this? It's still so early in our relationship, and I don't want to damage what we have. I need to know what you think." She looked up at him, her eyes reflected his own fears. "What would I have to do? It couldn't be that much worse than before, could it?" He leaned in closer to her and whispered one of his fantasies into her ear. Her eyes widened, and she pulled back a little. He noticed, and she could see his expression change in response to her rejection. She couldn't bear seeing it and grabbed one of his hands with both of hers. "I'll try it. I don't know if I'll like it. Maybe someday, we'll see. I know I don't want you to do it to someone else. It's hard for me to accept the thought of you being with another woman. But if it turns out that I'm not enough..." She straddled his lap and wrapped herself around him, pressing her little body hard into his. "It hurts to see you unhappy and disturbed. I guess... What I'm trying to say is that when it comes to your happiness, Sir, I'm willing to follow the Rules." He looped his arms around her and squeezed. "Thank you, little girl. 2 Ruth looked over her shoulder after she'd unlocked the door to her apartment. Was he in the hallway? Tom had said tonight would be the night. Her heart pounded in her chest. Tonight. He hadn't said anything more. He'd offered to tell more, but she'd seen in his eyes he didn't want her to ask. So here she was, trembling. Would she like it? She didn't know. Her back straightened and she took a deep breath before opening the door. Inside everything was quiet and dark. Without thinking much about it, Ruth reached for the light switch, but her hand hesitated and hovered above the switch. Why was it dark? Her apartment was on the north side of the building, she never closed the drapes. Ruth swallowed and tapped the light switch. The soft click travelled through the room, but there was no flicker of light to accompany it. No wave of relaxation a the familiar sight of her couch with her lazy clothes draped across it. No feeling of coming home. Instead she stood in the doorway to a strange place. Did she go further inside? Maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Maybe there was nothing different. And maybe not. She shook her head. Ruth, don't be a baby. With a firm stride she stepped into her apartment and closed the door behind. The door blocked the light from the hallway and the room darkened even further. Don't pay attention to it. How many times have you slalomed your way through this place at night? No problems then, so no problems now. Or so she thought. She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she bumped into something big. Ruth put out her hands and patted the thing. Her couch! Why was it here? Just as she wanted to turn around, a strong arm pushed her. She toppled across the couch's armrest and before she could recover, two hands grabbed her shoulders and pinned her down. In a quiet struggle, she tried to free her arms, but the strong hands slid down her arms until her wrist were forced together. An iron grip locked her wrists in place and not too long after the sharp zip of a luggage strap clenched her fate. The pressure on her shoulders lessened and she lifted her head off the couch to scream, but to no avail. Her assailant had only shifted positions. In a matter of minutes he had her gagged and secured to a chair he'd set up. Ruth trembled as she sat trapped and powerless to stop anything from happening. She heard footsteps behind her. He dragged a chair across the floor. His heavy shoe made a dull sound as he stood on the chair. She could hardly see and every sound in the room became so much more intense, so much more important. It was all she had to go on. The screech of the lamp in its socket told her how well prepared this whole thing was. His hop off the chair and on the floor told her where he was. How close. How very close. What would he do? She didn't want to know. The light switched on and Tom put his chair right in front of hers. He studied her face and the tears in her eyes, the drool running down her chin. When he reached his hand out to touch her cheek, Ruth cringed and struggled against her ties. Tom nodded to himself and pulled down Ruth's gag. The look on his face changed to a sad but tender one. He cupped her cheek and spoke to her in a soft tone. "Sorry I scared you so much, little girl." He pressed his finger against her lips when tried to speak. "Shh, don't say anything just yet. Wait." He walked around her chair an untied her. Ruth immediately pulled her hands free and sat rubbing her wrists. Tom picked her up off the chair and carried her to the couch. He sat down with her on his lap, but he didn't wrap his arms around her. If she didn't want to be near him right now, she could leave at any moment. She didn't though. Ruth clung to his chest and Tom responded in kind. He put his chin on her head and in a quiet voice, he said "I'm really sorry I scared you so much. I should've explained what I wanted more. I didn't because I was selfish, because I wanted this to feel real. But it's okay now. It's over. We won't do this ever again. You'll never be scared again." Ruth shook her head against his chest and he could just make out her voice as she said, "I'm sorry." He squeezed her and said, "Don't be. There's nothing for you to be sorry about. Some things you just don't want and there's nothing to be done about that." Ruth pushed against his chest and Tom let her come up so she could look at him. "I want to do this for you, Sir." Tom smiled a sad smile and shook his head. "I don't want you to, Ruth. Not after what I've seen. Do you honestly think you could've turned your fear into anything else but more of the same? I don't want to scar you, little girl. So no, you can't do this for me." A complicated mix of relief and worry ran through her. Relief at being spared the rest of his plans for tonight and worry at falling short of her master's desires. What if she failed again, further down the line? What would he think? She clenched her little hands in his shirt and said, "Maybe we can try something else. Maybe less scary?" The uncertainty in her voice stabbed at Tom and he pulled her close again. "We can and we will, little girl. Just nothing like tonight. No surprises, no scariness, no nothing. I want you to enjoy our time together. You're my little girl, I want to see you smile when you sit in my lap. The day you fall asleep from sheer exhaustion is a good day for me. And when you cry, I want those tears to be tears of happiness that come out because you just can't contain what's inside you. That's what I want." He made his embrace less tight and rested his chin on her head again. He sighed and said, "I feel terrible thinking about what you'd be like if I'd done what I'd planned to do." He shook his head and sighed again. "No use thinking about it now." They sat in silence for a while until Tom pressed a kiss on Ruth's head and said, "Do you want to go bed and sleep, little girl?" Ruth shook her head but didn't look up. "No? You want to stay here for a bit longer then?" She shook her head again. "You want me to leave?" This time, Ruth shot up and grabbed Tom's face in her little hands. "Don't go, Sir. Please." He smiled the same sad smile at her that he'd shown her all evening. It hurt her to see him sad and to know that she had something to do with it. Even if his words told her it was okay, she still felt bad. She wanted to do something to make it okay. "Sir, would you please use your servant tonight?" Tom didn't respond for a long moment. Her breath caressed his lips as the warmth of her hands seeped into his cheeks. He mulled over her words, saw the look in her eyes. His smile changed into the one that told her he'd come up with something. "I'd love to, little girl. With one little rule." Ruth felt a spark come to life in her tummy as she heard the life return to his voice. "Yes, Sir?" "Tonight's about you and you're not allowed to complain about that." "Sir, I didn't mean..." He kissed her to stop her from finishing her sentence. "Let me change that rule. You're not allowed to speak tonight. Make noises all you want, but no words. Yes will be two nods. No will be two shakes of your head. If you think I won't be able to see your sign, pinch me twice for yes and three times for no. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." Tom smiled and said, "Apparently you don't." With those words he stood up from the couch, supporting Ruth who held on to him like a little koala bear. As bad as her evening had started, it ended on a wonderful note for Ruth. True to his word, the tears he made her cry were tears of overwhelming joy and pleasure. *** Breakfast the next morning was simple and quiet. Ruth loved how relaxed she was, but she couldn't get the one question she wanted to ask out of her head. She put her cup of coffee down and stared at the black liquid inside as she said, "Tom, about last night." "Yes?" "Are you... Are you going to look for someone else?" Tom saw Ruth's grip on her cup and felt ashamed at the answer he was about to give her. "I will try to find someone who won't be hurt by what I want to do. If I do, then I'll make sure she knows there's nothing more on offer. As much as I'm ashamed to say it, but I think I have to do this." He got up from his chair and walked behind Ruth so he could put his hands on her shoulders. "However, if you don't agree, little girl. If you say I can't do this, then I won't. There will be no blame on your shoulders, I'll accept what you decide and find another way. This is just the solution I came up with as I was thinking. It might not be the best one, there might be others. Maybe this is just temporary and I'll forget about it in time. I could be overreacting. I know all this, but my gut tells me I have to get it out of me as soon as I can. So there it is. It's in your hands now." Ruth grabbed his hands on her shoulders and slipped her fingers between his. She couldn't bear the idea of him being unhappy because of her. It didn't matter if he said he wouldn't blame her for any decision she made. She knew herself well enough to know that even if he didn't blame her, she would. He had to be happy. If he wasn't, then what was she doing? She squeezed his hands and said, "Please find someone, Sir. I want you to be happy. That's all I need. I..." Her words stopped flowing when he leaned down and embraced her. "It's okay, little girl. It's okay. I'm sorry for asking this from you. You're such a strong little girl. You're more than I deserve." Ruth shook her head hard and said, "No, Sir! That's not true!" "Shhhh. Don't say anything else. You've said more than enough." "Please, Sir. One more thing?" "Sure, little girl. What is it?" "Can you do this on your own? I don't want to think about not being able to help you." Tom pushed his cheek against Ruth's head and took a deep breath before he said, "If that's what you want, then that's what I'll do." 3 My name is Alex. Caucasian female, feisty redhead, 21 years old, straight. Looking for experienced player capable of taming her in power exchange activities. Candidates need to be in shape. Be warned that nobody has tamed me without restraints on my freedom. If you can cope with me, I promise you won't forget me. I can be enthusiastic... Open to many things. Afterwards, I enjoy something less intense and more relaxing. Contact by letter, through the paper. *** Hello Alex, My name is Tom, I'm 29 years old, and I have dark brown eyes, black hair, I'm six feet tall and I'm in shape. I've included a recent picture, and I can send more. If you'd like to answer me, there should be a stamped and addressed envelope attached to this letter. I enjoy reading, a variety of music types, decent food and drink and anything that can captivate me really. We're not joining for simple fun and games, so for me it's important that we hit it off. In order for me to find out if we are compatible, I need to get to know you. There's no doing this lightly, too many delicate factors are involved. I've been a player for two years now, my first months I spent as a bottom. It taught me to understand the submissive better, and I'm thankful for the experience. Since then, I've practiced my skills as a dominant under the guidance of more experienced players. I'm currently building up a long-term relationship with an incredible sub, but scenes containing strong reluctance aren't something she's comfortable with. It's not in her nature to fight me, and I don't want to force her to do so. That's why I responded to your add. I would like you to read the following excerpt from the rules that had to be agreed upon before signing our Contract. What I want with My servant is a stable, open relationship that is adventurous, fun and caring. In case My servant cannot meet one of My needs, I will search for another servant to fulfill it, so I can focus more fully on the part of My needs that is relevant to My servant when I am with her. I do not wish for a second full time responsibility. As such, My time spent with the other servant will be limited and will not intrude on My guidance of My servant. I've talked this over with my sub and she has agreed to let me work out what I can't share with her. I've done reluctance scenes in the past, though not many. Still, I'm confident I can handle your demands. I've practiced Krav Maga for 4 years now, it's a military form of martial arts that's very effective in rendering others incapacitated. I have a few assumptions about you. You want to be overpowered and used, roughly and violently. You want to feel helpless after resisting with all your might. You want to feel alive by enduring this kind of treatment, and you want to conquer the fear associated with it. And lastly, you want to be left satisfied and well used. If these sum up what you desire, then I can help you. If not, then there's no need for you to reply to this letter. I will not do what I have in mind with someone who can't handle it. When we meet, I'll have a call-in procedure in place for at least the first few times. I suggest you also set this up. Safety is important, so my place has all the necessary equipment to deal with a variety of circumstances. If we hit it off, and we decide to get rough, I can even teach you a few things to reduce the risks involved. Forgive me if I sound formal, but I want everything to be very clear. My regards, Tom *** Hi Tom, My name is Alexandra, but I prefer to go by Alex. You know a little about me already, but let me introduce myself anyway. I'm 21 years old, Caucasian, and I have heavy, dark red curls. I included a picture with the letter so you can see for yourself. It might come as a surprise, but I'm in my third year as a mathematics student. My late grandfather was a professor in Russia before my family came to Belgium, and I inherited his passion for maths. I live in a dorm year round, so any play will be easier at your place. You wrote a good letter. It made you seem honest and trustworthy, with just enough edge to it to make it interesting. But still, words are only words. Show me how you'd play with me by writing a little story in your next response. I'm up for a lot of things, but I know from disappointing experiences in the past that what I ask for is hard to give. Your experience is the biggest reason why I replied to your letter. Most of the responses I get are pathetic. I can almost see them jerking off after they finish their drivel. You being in a committed relationship and the way you talk about it in your letter somehow convinced me you want what I want. You can't do serious, and I don't want serious. What I want from you is exactly what I put in my advert. I want to be surprised, then I want to fight and lose and in the end I want to be forced to do despicable things. Don't try anything with shit or animals or anything disgusting like that though. I just want energetic, surprising and very satisfying versions of normal things. Things that get my blood pumping. Pillar Ch. 03 So, take your best shot at convincing me. I'll wait for your answer. Alex. *** Hi Alex, I was glad to receive your letter. It was definitely more interesting than your advert. I like how you're direct in your thoughts, we should get along just fine. I did computer sciences at the University of Leuven because I was more into programming than I was into mathematics or physics. It's a bitch to study, but I can comfortably work at home now so I have enough time to spend on my submissive. I liked your picture, I have a soft spot for redheads. It's the only hair color that has no end to the different shades it comes in. I have nothing but praise for the rest of your body as well, you're a beautiful woman. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not the only one judging. I see this as more than just fun, so I have to be picky. Now, to convince you with a story. It's already dark when you get back home, and you're happy to be inside. You lock the door behind you and flick the light switch. Nothing happens. You're confused, you didn't hear the bulb pop. You ignore it for now. It's probably just a little loose, you'll screw it in later. You make your way into the living area and again the lights don't respond. Is there a power outage? You look around and see the on-light of your stereo blinking, a red dot in the dark. Something's wrong, you should keep quiet. It's too dark, all the curtains must be closed. You don't remember ever doing that. Your heart races as you grope for the door handle behind you. A hand grips your wrist and with a sudden twist, your arm is wrenched against your back. Your mouth is blocked, you can't scream. You're forced on the tip of your toes to keep your shoulder from popping. A loop of coarse rope slips around your wrists and in a series of deft movements your arm is tied to your neck. If you relax your arm even a little, you get choked. A gag is shoved into your mouth and locked behind your head. Before you can recover from what's happening, your arms are tied together behind your back. You stand there, panicking in the dark. The stranger moves away from you, and you hear him screw the lights back in. The sudden brightness blinds you, and you stumble as he pushes you towards the living area. His strong hand on your arm keeps you from falling. Instinctively you try to shake of his touch, and he slaps you in the face. "Ungrateful bitch." You're pushed to the center of the room. The table is the only thing that isn't off to the side. How long has he been in here? Who is this guy? Any questions you might have dissolve into the fear you feel as he stands before you. His dark eyes are the only part of his face that's visible through his ski mask. He takes out a knife, unfolds it in front of you and tests the edge on his finger. A drop of blood wells up, he smears the blood on your face and follows the line he painted with the tip of the knife. The cold steel scratches over your skin, and you hold still, in fear of being cut. He slashes your shirt and tears it open with his hands, buttons pop as the fabric rips. You squeak in fear when he slips the knife between your breasts and snaps your bra with a flick of the knife. Your breasts are exposed now, thrust forward because your arms are tightly tied behind your back. His hand mauls your breast, and he groans in pleasure as he feels your heavy tit in his hand. "Look at these. They look like they're made to be fucked and slapped. I bet you love getting your tits fucked. Probably gets you off." He drags the edge of the knife across your nipple and you scream into the gag. "Oh, I'd love to hear you scream. But I can't have anyone hear you. Especially when I'm fucking your ass, fuck, I'd bet you'd squeal like a pig when I'm tearing you up. But don't worry, scream all you want. I'll wipe my cock on your slut face and tits when I'm done with you, so you can get my come where you want it the most. Oh, fuck, I'm going to love this." Now, I went pretty extreme with this one. I guessed that since it's a piece of fantasy, I should set the scene and have you imagine the rest. You're not struggling in this scene, but I was making a point. I can make it impossible for you to struggle, not through brute force but with technique. You could feel this helpless and so afraid you don't know if you're going to piss yourself or cream your panties. I could let you try and escape my apartment, and you'd never succeed. I'll use you roughly, and I'll give you your rape fantasies. Given the range of possibilities, it's very important that we talk about your limits and how far you want to go. The story above can go in many different directions. Do you want to be surprised? Things like this feel more real if they're unexpected. That's just one important issue, there are many more. Please be clear about what you want. If you go through with this, prepare to deal with some intense emotions during and after. Not only yours, but mine as well. I don't know how this will affect me, and I guess you don't either. We'll have to be more involved than normal play demands because we'll need to support each other. I'll be available if you need me, but let me repeat: I don't want to make this into a relationship. I think this letter has gone on for long enough, so I'll end it here. My cell number is included with the letter, I propose to meet in the Barista coffee shop in Leuven on the 16th at 2PM. Text me to change the hour. Looking forward to meeting you, Tom 4 Tom was early and had finished his first double espresso long before Alex showed up. He marveled at her heavy curls of deep mahogany and auburn hair. Strand of copper shone through, giving her locks a warm shine. The rest of her was a disappointment. It wasn't her figure, she was buxom and undoubtedly feminine. No, his problem was how she presented herself. Her garish make-up drowned out the bright cobalt of her eyes. The blush she had applied accented the natural paleness of her skin in a cheap way. Make-up style is a personal choice and to a certain extent something men should shut up about, but a sense of style and clothing is a basic aesthetic necessity. When Alex walked into the coffee place, her appearance screamed slut. She wore a low cut red top, which wasn't dark enough and clashed with her hair. Her tacky black latex mini skirt clung to her hips and to top it all off, she was wearing fishnet stocking above black full heels. It hurt his sense of what feminine appeal was. "This is what you wear to a first meeting?" "What?" "You're a woman, have some pride in that. Your appearance should tantalize. Is that what you think someone who responds to your add wants?" Angry at his rudeness, even before they'd introduced themselves, she snapped at him. "It's worked before." "Has it now? Well isn't that great for you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't up and leave right now." His response stunned her. He'd been polite in his writing, although very hot and on edge at times. She had obsessed about her clothes, because she wanted to give herself the best chance at seducing him. There had to be an end to her streak of guys who couldn't even come close to giving her what she needed. She wanted to explore and this seriously annoyed man in front of her had entire worlds for her to discover, she knew it. His reaction to the thought of some slut duping him spoke volumes about him. What could she say to him? She was a slut, in the worst sense of the word. "I'm sorry, Tom." "You're sorry? Do you even realize why I'm angry?" She shook her head. "A woman is more than a body. When you put yourself on full display, you deny there's any need for me to look into your personality. It's a statement there's nothing to you. Tell me, did you just bullshit something together so you could have a laugh after you got laid?" "No." Her voice sounded strangled even to herself, she was completely off balance. The tigress inside of her felt more like a cowering whelp. "No?" He waited for her to expand on her answer and took the time to regain his composure. "Well? No is not an answer." "It's just, I wanted to be sure." "Sure of what?" "Sure you'd want me." Seconds ticked away in silence, and Alex shuffled in her seat. Her breasts jiggled in her revealing top, something they were both aware of. "Fine. I'll stay. What do you want to drink? I'll order while you go wash your face." "Double espresso please. I'll be quick." She hurried to the bathroom, still shaken. When she came back her eyes had come to live. She was still blushing from scrubbing off her make-up, and it made her look fresh and vibrant. "I got you a raspberry tart as an apology for being rude. I really am sorry. Come, please have a seat." He held out her chair for her, and the sudden turnaround surprised Alex, but she accepted his kindness. "Thanks, but you didn't have to buy me anything." "I don't mind, I already paid for it so you might as well enjoy it. Let me get right to it, why did you write that advert?" The tone of his voice told her she would do good to be honest, she sighed. "I didn't think I'd have to tell you this, but here goes. I'm easy, I was easy in high school, and I really caught my stride when I got to university. It's not that I'm stupid, my body needs it. But so many guys just suck at sex and all they do is leave me horny. It makes me angry. So I put out an advert out to find someone who'd have a clue on how to give me what I want. I've tried other dominants, but they never delivered. It's the actual sex I want, the physical." She put her head in her hands and in a choked voice she said, "I'm so sick of it, so sick of the constant desire. I just need to feel like I've had enough so I can get on with things, so I can concentrate. I can't believe I'm telling you this." Her eyes were wild when she looked up at him, he could see the pain hidden behind them. "I think I get it, Alex. Thank you for telling me, that was brave of you. As a reward, please let me take you somewhere." "Where?" "A shop, nothing weird. I'll give you the address so you can call it in to your friend." "My friend?" He sighed and took out his own cell. "You didn't tell anybody where you were and with who? That's a rookie mistake, Alex. It could've cost you dearly." "Cost me what?" He just shook his head and wouldn't say more. *** A bit later Alex found herself in a changing booth, undressing. From behind the curtain Tom said, "So, what happened after you read my second letter?" She paused with her tight skirt just below her ample, round cheeks. What had happened? She'd reread his little story a couple times until she could imagine herself in the grip of a stranger who had waiting in her home to rape her. It had led a life of its own and had taken her imagination hostage for a long time. "Well, what happened? Did you play with yourself?" Blushing bright red into the mirror she answered, "Yes." "You know, this store is pretty quiet. You can do whatever you want in your booth and nobody would figure it out. Except for me of course, I'd know everything going on behind that thin curtain. I'll give you some time to yourself while I go and pick out some clothes for you." He chuckled as he walked away. Damn him! She rested her forehead against the cool mirror. One hand disappeared in her panties, and the other cupped one of her breasts. God, she was wet. She closed her eyes and fragments of her earlier fantasies flashed through her mind. She slipped a finger inside and fingered herself, tweaking her nipple at the same time. What was she doing? She opened her eyes and saw herself in her lewd position, as if she couldn't even wait to take off all of her clothes before she touched herself. What if Tom came in right now, mashed her tits against the mirror and fucked her here? She furiously rubbed her clit at that thought, giving her a small but satisfying orgasm. She couldn't hold back her moaning though, and she jumped when she heard Tom laughing. "That was quick. If you have your hands free you can put these on." She could imagine the grin plastered on his face. How long had he been there? Ashamed and excited she undressed and had a look at the clothes he'd brought. They were unexpected. A pale grey blouse, tight on her breasts but flaring out towards the bottom. A loose dark blue skirt and a soft cotton scarf resembling the cobalt of her eyes to finish the picture. She looked good. The blouse highlighted her breasts and her waist but not her love handles. The colors made her eyes stand out, and her skin seemed like creamy silk in comparison to the light grey of the blouse. She was admiring herself when the curtains slid open, and Tom took in her transformed reflection. "Ah, much better. The next time we meet, I hope to see you wearing something more this style. Simplicity always flatters beauty." Alex smiled at the compliment and ran her hands over the blouse. This wasn't bad at all. *** They went for a walk after they left the store and talked, to explain what they wanted. Eventually they sat down for a drink, and Alex glanced down at her purchases and pouted. "You could've bought those for me, you know. I'm not rich." Tom smiled and shook his head. "Who buys clothes for someone he just met? And besides, nobody forced you to buy them. You could've left them in the store." "There's that. So now what?" "We talk a little more, finish our drinks and go home." "Your place or mine?" Tom shook his head and said, "Neither. I don't put out on the first date, especially not if it's your kind of date." "You're not backing off are you?" "No, I want to go through with it." "Just not today." "Yes. Do you like music?" "What? Why?" Tom shrugged and said, "No reason in particular, just name some genre you've listened to recently." "Dubstep." "Will next Wednesday work for you?" "Sure." "Good, I'll pick you up from your dorm at 7 PM. I've got to go now." He finished his drink, got up to leave and put some cash on the table. He walked up to Alex, lifted her chin towards him and then swept down like a hungry falcon, devouring her lips. His hand tangled in her red locks, and he pulled her against him. She was limp in her chair as his tongue subdued hers, and he claimed her mouth. When he released her, there was fire in his eyes, and he whispered, "Make sure you're ready." 5 "Go on in, make yourself at home." Alex felt out of place in Tom's apartment. Her own student room was cramped and cluttered. Everything fit in this place. A crude sketch of a stormy sea drew her eyes. The bold strokes echoed the violence of the waves crashing down. A tiny boat was inevitably smashed between the swirling blues. Her eyes drifted down to see a delicate vase decorated with a beautifully depicted shipwreck turned coral reef. Tom said, "Do you like the sketch? I put it up because I knew you were coming." His arms closed around her from behind, and he hissed in her ear, "Do you want to see it up close, with your tits mashed against the cupboard?" He slipped one hand in her panties and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, she groaned at the intrusion. "You're wet already. I'm surprised you even wore panties tonight. Unbutton your blouse, Alex." She gasped when he fingered her hard with three fingers. She could barely focus on the buttons, but she kept going. When she popped the last button, she felt something cool against her breast. Snip. He cut her bra! Bastard! A groan escaped him when he laid hands on her ample tits. Alex struggled now, angry at him for cutting up her stuff. But he was ready for her and pulled on her nipples, forcing her forward. His knees pushed in the hollow of her knees, and her legs folded under her own weight. He pulled her scarf loose and quickly bound her wrists behind her back. Her panties got cut away, and he smacked her ass hard when she tried to wriggle free. But she didn't give up, so he smacked her again and again, until she submitted, each slap hard and unyielding. The fire in her ass spread to her pussy, and she lost all strength to struggle. With no respite he pushed her head down and slammed into her from behind, her face and tits mashed against the cold floor. Every thrust resounded with a slap and pushed her forward until she bumped into the couch. Oh god! Yes! Her face was buried in her hair, and a blurry darkness enveloped Alex. She let out a strangled moan when an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock, but he didn't slow down. He took her like a wild animal, and she loved every second of it. When he pulled out, Alex felt empty. Her hair was the perfect handle to drag her forward, waddling on her knees. Her tits jiggled when he pulled her up and shoved her against the cupboard under the picture. He stretched her drenched snatch with four fingers and pumped it at a furious pace. Her knees buckled under the sensation, and he slapped her ass again. "I hope you're ready." Two fingers slipped up her ass, loosening it. He jammed in a third and twisted, making her gasp. She came again when he wet his dick in her pussy, the burn in her ass toppled her over the edge. "Put your tits on the cupboard." He pushed her forward so her tits were flattened against the sleek wood. She cried out as he shoved his cock up her ass. Slapping her ass with both hands on every thrust he sent hot ripples of pain and pleasure through her body. She came and felt as if she were drowning in the violent sea she was staring at, sunk deep under the waves into deeper currents that tossed her around. She couldn't even fathom what else lay hidden in the dark waters. "And now your last hole." He pushed her down on her knees again and pulled her head behind her shoulders, stretching her neck. He pushed his cock down her throat and grabbed her tits. Her lungs screamed for air as he bottomed out, but his rock hard cock kept sliding up and down her throat. He finally exploded and filled her mouth with his come. She swallowed and collapsed down on the floor, exhausted. Through bleary eyes she looked up at him, not quite understanding how come she felt so completely exhausted and satisfied. "What just happened?" Her voice sounded weak and although Tom was breathing just as heavily as she was, he grinned. "You got what you came here for. I've got more planned, but it's still early." Her eyes widened, and she shied away a little, he laughed. "Not right away, Alex. You need some rest. I was a little rough with you after all." She snorted. "A little? That was a little? God, when you fucked my mouth... I've never even imagined doing it like that. You're mental aren't you?" "I might be, just a little. Come sit with me, I have something for you." He pulled out a black box and gave it to her. She removed the lid and had a peek, inside there was a sexy set of black lacy lingerie with white pinstripes. "Oh wow, this is really nice Tom." "If you break something you pay for it. I got your sizes from the lady in the shop." She gave an absent nod as she ran her finger over the delicate lace. It was the first time she owned anything like this. It would cradle her breasts and hint at what was beneath the delicate layer of fabric. "What about buying clothes for people you've just met?" "Well, this is different." "I guess it is." "Do you want to relax?" She smiled and put the lingerie back in its box. "Yeah, I think I can do that." They watched a Jimmy Carr DVD, had some refreshing Mexican food and used the time to get to know each other better. "This isn't what I expected, Tom. I thought we'd fuck until we dropped, talk about it for a while and then split. But here I am, relaxing with some food after you jumped me the moment I set foot in your place." Pillar Ch. 03 "It's the least I can do, considering. You want any more?" "Oh no, I'm fine." They settled back into the sofa, and Alex put her head on his leg. She half expected him to politely brush her off but he didn't. He did slide his hand up her blouse from time to time, to knead her full breasts. She enjoyed the attention and leaned back a little, to give him better access. After some time he got up and said, "Come, let me show you what's next." He helped her up and walked off to the study, and she hurried after him. To Alex the study seemed to stem from the past when talk shows still featured men in suits smoking cigars and drinking scotch. "What are we going to do here?" "You're going to stand in the center of that rug. We'll see what happens." Confused she obeyed him and watched him as he tinkered with his stereo. The first pulse of bass hit her and vibrated through her body. She gasped and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the music that surrounded her and wrapped her in a blanket of earthly sensations. She got into the groove, and her hands slid across her body as she responded to the warbling sounds. Her hips swayed to the slow, grinding rhythm. During a small lull in the music she opened her eyes and made eye contact with Tom. She shivered when she saw him take in her every move. The bass roared back to life, and she arched her back, thrusting her chest forward as she inched her hands upwards. She fondled her naked breasts through the taut fabric of her blouse. Heat built inside of her, even more so because he was watching. One hand disappeared in her skirt, and her hips rocked on her fingers to the slow heartbeat of the music. The unrelentingly intense sound coddled her in a cocoon that shut her off from the world. It resonated within her and transformed her desire to something special. She struggled to unbutton her blouse, she had to feel her own skin. Her breasts fell out of the tight blouse, and she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her moans were mute in the chaos. She felt incapable of being tender with her body, the continued storm of bass and screeching filled her with a need to make her body feel what her ears heard. She squeezed her breast and enjoyed how the vibrations intensified everything. Her juices were flowing now, and she wanted to come. The music built up to a massive climax, and she rose along with the crescendo as she furiously rubbed her clit. A tidal wave of bass swept her away into orgasm, and the joined sensation blasted through her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body writhed and ground, unable to stand still, unable to calm down. She was still riding the wave of her orgasm when Tom picked her up and dropped her on the desk. Dazed, Alex spread her legs, she needed him inside of her. They locked eyes and moved as one, guided by the rhythm. His sweater rubbed over her exposed breasts. Her body was lost to her. Neither did Tom think of what he was doing. A slow buildup in the sound made him grind into her with his hips. The sound grew again, came to a tilting point and then plunged into a deep warbling mess. The sturdy desk shook under the force of his thrusts when he took the plunge as well. Alex grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, mashing her tits against his chest and meeting him thrust for thrust with all the power she had. This wasn't fucking, this was dancing, grinding and desperately trying to share how the deep reverberations of the music affected them. Tom came with his cock buried deep inside of her and collapsed on top of her, lost in his pleasure as it danced with the sound. He enjoyed the wonderful softness of the beautiful woman beneath him and the music, always the music. They didn't stir until the mix stopped. Tom half dragged her to his reading chair where he plopped her into his lap and put his arms around her. "A thank you from me to you, to make up for the scary stuff." She mumbled some unintelligible reply and seemed perfectly happy to just snooze, so he let her. 6 'Alex? It's Tom, I'm just calling to check up and see if everything is okay.' "Oh I'm great, if you don't count my pussy, my ass and my neck. God, you wrecked me." 'Well, it's good to hear your sense of humor is still intact. Everything else okay, nothing you want to tell me?' "No, really, I'm fine. I enjoyed myself. I loved all of it and slept like a baby afterward." 'Ah, that's good to know. I was a little worried. Well, I'm just checking up. Take care and if something does come up, don't hesitate to call if you suddenly feel bad. I'll get to you as soon as I get your message.' "Ok, I'll do that." 'Bye Alex.' "Bye Tom." Alex closed her eyes and pushed the phone against her crinkled brow. She thought back. Sure, it had hurt, but that had just made it better. She rubbed her pussy through her panties and winced at the tenderness, but she didn't stop. Memories of her face getting mushed into the floor flooded her, and her fingers acted as the cock pumping her. She was surprised at how fast she came. Shit. She was in trouble. *** "Tom, it's Alex here." 'Oh, hi Alex, how are you?' "I'm fine. I was just wondering, last time you called you didn't say anything about meeting up again so I was thinking... You know, when we could meet up again?" 'Well, I honestly didn't expect to hear from you so soon. I was planning on calling next week. Let me think. Wednesday works for me next week. Same time?' "Yeah, that's great. Whatever works for you, I'll be ready." 'Ok, I'll come pick you up again.' "Great, see you soon then." Thank god, he hadn't forgotten her. 7 Tom opened his front door and showed Alex in with a sweep of his hand. "Make yourself at home, Alex. I realized I never asked for your full name, what is it?" "Alexandra Petra Mihaela Iglinski." "I love that name. Your whole family is Russian?" "Half, my grandparents came here from Novosibirsk to find their luck far away from the Soviets. Deda used to curse at how warm and wet Belgium is, but I know he liked his life here better." "He used to?" Her faint smile faded, and she looked away. "He worked in a steel mill, they didn't accept his degree here. He got really sick from some chemicals, but he's resting in peace now. I know he's happy because he can finally be with Babushka again. She died on the way here." "I'm sorry for bringing it up." "I don't mind. It's been five years, I can live with it now. He was a great man and an even better grandfather." He pulled her against him in a bear hug and squashed her against him. She felt comforted by the strength of his embrace. He released her and held her at arm's length, a smile on his face. "Dinner might cheer you up. Come, I'll explain." He pulled out a chair and plopped her down, leaving her confused by the change of pace. "I like to cook, but not every day. It's just too much work. So I cook a lot when I have the time or I feel like it. Everything I don't eat goes in the freezer. Last time I noticed you enjoy spicy food. For tonight I have Thai green curry, cashew chicken and chili con carne. There are twelve little plates on the table, reheat them for a minute and they're fine to eat. "Four of them are extra spicy, four are just spicy and the remaining four are pleasantly hot. I like to take part of the food out and then add more spice to the rest. I know which is which, so you'll have to choose. After you choose, one of us feeds the other. But remember, what goes around comes around. Also, you can't taste your dish before you feed it to the other. Got it?" She shook her head at the silly game, but she smiled anyway. The dinner battle was on. Tom pulled a poker face at first, which lasted until she saw a twitch in his eye when she shoved a large spoon full of extra spicy chili in his mouth. He responded with a heaped spoon of mild cashew chicken, making Alex almost choke as she laughed at the disappointed look on his face. She drew out her sounds of delight and asked for more. He got even with the next plate though, her eyes bulged at the heat packed into the green curry. And so it went, laughing at each other's surprised faces and having a good time. With the meal over and the dishes cleared, Tom said "Ready for another game?" "What've you got in mind?" "Let's play tag. If I can catch you and pin you in less than three minutes, you have to give me the best head you know how to give. If you can escape, I'll do the same for you." "Only three minutes?" "Trust me Alex, it'll be plenty." He grinned at her, and it made her feel as if he knew something she didn't. "How can you be so sure? I can fight." "I hope you do, but I'll still catch you." "Oh really?" She folded her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them upward. "Fine. If you think you can catch me that easily, let's see you do it. I'll giggle when you're eating me out." He laughed and said, "I'll go get a timer and set it, we'll count down from ten and then we go." Alex was barefoot and ready to bolt. Tom stood a couple of meters away from her, completely relaxed. He counted down. Ten, nine... She looked at him and sized him up, before she tried to find an escape path. Three, two, one. She ran off to the side and shielded herself with the table, but Tom didn't follow her, instead he ran to the table and shoved it hard. It slid over the floor until it bumped into the wall. He'd trapped her, with no easy way out. She made a break for it and crawled under the table. Freedom beckoned when he grabbed her ankle, she kicked behind her, but he intercepted her leg. She kept struggling as he pulled her from under the table, but it didn't matter, he had her under control. He flipped her on her back, and she tried to beat him off of her. His legs locked her hips in place while he fended off her fists. She tried to wriggle free, kicking and squirming, but it was no use. He caught both her arms, pushed them to the floor and kept them in place with one hand. With the other he pushed her chin aside and put his mouth on her throat, sucking hard to make sure he left a bright red hickey. As he came up, there was a smile on his face. "You did well, Alex." "It's not over yet!" "You're not getting away." His free hand kneaded her breast through her shirt, distracting her as he bent down to kiss her. She turned her head away, so he trailed kisses along her jaw line and settled for her earlobe and nibbled it. Her resistance weakened as her body responded to him. He tried to kiss her again and this time she let him, the kiss turned triumphant and possessive. She couldn't have turned away from it even if she'd wanted to. He had her. When the alarm went off, Tom released her and stood up. She glared at the hand he held out, grabbed it with both of hers and pulled hard, getting some satisfaction out of the little bow she forced him to make. She'd wanted the win. But a bet is a bet. A smile came to her lips, she'd make him regret his little victory. "You win, I'll pay up. Can you go sit on the armchair over there? He winked at her, smiling as he relaxed in the armchair. "Let's see what you've got." She threw her bra to the side and started swaying on a slow, grinding rhythm. Her hands slipped through her hair and her unrestrained breasts jiggled under the thin fabric of her blouse. She opened one button, exposing a bit of her skin. Tom leaned forward a little as she played with the second one. She pushed her breasts together to show him a glimpse of her hidden treasure. When she finally popped the button, the bulge in his pants made her smile. The sway of her breasts was hypnotic as she stepped towards Tom and bent forward. She ran her hands over his inner thighs, stopping short of where he wanted her to go. Alex straddled his lap and pushed her soft mounds against him, rolling her hips. They could feel each other's heat, how eager they were for each other. She smothered him in her cleavage and didn't give him time to breathe as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. Her body writhed against his, and he could feel the touch of her warm skin. She offered him her nipple, and he hungrily took it in his mouth, licking and sucking it. As a reward for his efforts, she pushed down harder on his cock, he groaned and his hips bucked up. It had to be steel right now. She got back up and winked before she turned around and slowly lowered her skirt, revealing her round cheeks. Her blouse dropped on the floor next to her skirt. She settled down on his crotch, with her back to him, and teased herself with one hand down her panties. Alex moaned as she curved her back and put her head on Tom's shoulder to give him a full view of what she was doing. Tom tensed his body, but she didn't care. She twisted her nipples and added another finger. She licked her fingers clean and sucked them just before she pulled Tom in for a slow, smoldering kiss. He was panting when she ended her kiss. A predatory smile came to her face, he had no idea what was still to come. She slid down his body and kneeled between his legs. Alex looked up at Tom and winked before she nipped his shaft through the thick layer of jeans. She chuckled when his hips jerked at that, he was ready. Once his pants were gone, she nibbled on his shaft before his boxers went as well. She looked up at him and sucked his balls into her mouth one by one, he groaned at finally feeling her warm mouth on his cock. Her tongue trailed up his shaft and stopped just short of the edge of his cock head. She ran her tongue back down and then blew softly, cooling her saliva. She worked her way back up and took just his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Then she stabbed his little slit, before she drove his tool deeper into her mouth. Tom groaned in pleasure when her tongue spiraled around his cock on the way back up. Her teeth caught the edge of his tip and Alex pulled further back, scraping it while she ran stabbed his little slit with her tongue. She wanted a little break, so she ran some saliva down her tongue into her cleavage and nestled his cock between her tits. She massaged her breasts, rubbing them together and kneading them around his cock. Tom fucked her tits and from time to time Alex popped his head into her mouth and took it deep inside one inch at a time. After several rounds of this, Alex stood up and took of her panties. She turned around and showed off her round cheeks before she nestled his cock into the crack of her ass and rubbed up against him. It was time for her test. She took his shaft in a firm grip just beneath the head and lowered herself so she could tease him with her hot pussy, popping just the tip inside before she pulled it out again and ran it through her warm juices. She released her grip and as slowly as she could she lowered her tight, dripping pussy all the way down on his cock. Tom's hands drifted towards her hips, and she could imagine how difficult it was for him to hold back. She grinned and lifted off his cock. This time she put it on her asshole and let the tip pop in and out of her hole. The visual of his cock slipping in and out of her ass almost pushed him over the edge, but he clenched his teeth and held on. She turned around and offered him her breasts again. A moan escaped her when he swallowed her nipple whole and gently bit down. "I'm going to do this two more times and then you can go wild. No earlier." Tom closed his eyes as her words sank in. His hand balled into fists and his knuckles were white with tension. She waited patiently for his answering nod and kneeled again. He was holding on for dear life, and they both knew it. She had to be more careful with his cock now, it was so sensitive it could pop any time. What a great way to spend her time. Tom lost control over his body, and his hips bucked in response to everything Alex did to him. But he endured, his control over the crucial part was steel. After she finished the last repetition, she settled between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. Alex put his hands on her head, and she felt the tension in his hands. She drove down, impaling her face on his cock. He shuddered as her throat sealed around him. She came back up for air and then dived down again, taking his full length with ease. His self-control shattered, and he pulled her head back up only to drive it back down again. She helped him impale her face on his throbbing shaft. Her head flew up and down as they fucked her throat in tandem. Tom let out an animal cry as he came and shot his come deep down her throat. When his faculties finally returned, he realized she'd been choking on his cock for easily half a minute. He released her so she could breathe and looked at her through squinted eyes. "That was one of the best orgasms ever, hands down." "So I won after all?" He chuckled and said, "Feeling as I do now, I'd say I'm the one who won out big time. Come here, I don't want you sitting on the floor." Alex grinned in response. "So do you have any more games, I'm on a roll. I feel like getting me another win." "Later, I'm not up for it right now." She chuckled and plopped down in the couch, content to wait. After a while Tom stirred and said, "I wasn't planning on dessert, but I feel like it now. There's chocolate ice cream and black current sorbet in the freezer, could you do me a favor and go get them?" "I didn't break you did I? " "Oh shut up. Don't worry about me, I'll recover." They sat together in the sofa and enjoyed dessert. Tom was still savoring his treat when Alex asked, "So what's the next game? I'm feeling left out." "It's a simple game. The first one to come loses and is the other's prize." "What? How am I supposed to win that?" "That's not my problem is it?" "It's unfair." "It might be, but I don't think you'll mind being my prize." She let out a startled cry when he lifted her to his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried her to the bedroom and slapped her bouncing ass along the way. He threw her on the bed, flipped up her legs and pushed them down beside her head. Alarmed, Alex said, "What are you doing?" "Me? Something you'll like." Restraints appeared from under a pillow and in no time Tom secured her ankles to the two bedposts behind her head. He put leather cuffs on her hands and admired his work. Her legs were stretched out in a very wide, lewd V. "I can see how wet your little pussy is, Alex." "I'll play! Just untie me, this is embarrassing." "Alex, we started the moment I explained the game to you. I take it you remember the rules?" He pulled apart her pussy lips and easily pushed two fingers inside. "No, please. Not like this. Oh." He flicked his tongue over her clit and cut off her weak pleas. "You're enjoying yourself from what I can see, so why struggle? Do you need proof to believe it? I have a camera in my bedroom, isn't that great?" With a laugh he gave her inner thighs a spank, and he took a camera from a drawer in his bedside cupboard. "Tom! No pictures! Untie me, now!" He ignored her, and she tried to stretch out her arms to untie one of her legs, but she couldn't reach it. "Tom, please... No pictures." "Are you sure about that? They're going to be really good. Like this one." He zoomed in on her stretched out legs and snapped a series of pictures. "How many people have seen pictures of your dripping pussy?" She made a noise and doubled her efforts to get loose. "Alex, you're making this difficult for me. I'll have to tie your hands now." He fastened a long belt under her breasts and pulled the chain connecting the two bracers underneath it. "There, now you can play with those amazing tits of yours. The faster you come, the faster I win." He spanked her, alternating between her inner thighs and her ass. Alex's skin reddened and her pussy got even wetter. She tried to shy away from his camera, but she couldn't escape it. He snapped pictures of her right after he slapped her, capturing her response in all its honesty. "Look at you squirming, you love modeling for me, don't you?"