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Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 01

By: Oupa99



Chapter 1 

The Buffalo Bend Saloon, otherwise known by the locals as "The Bend", was packed with the usual crowd blowing off steam. They were celebrating the end of another week; it was another Friday night in Alpine, Texas. 

As usual April Hunt was holding court and spending her time with her friend's on a Friday night at 'The Bend'. Most of the night consisted of drinking, lots of talking, gossiping, dancing and some food. The crowd was rowdy, the local band played the music loud, but almost everyone came to the Saloon to socialize. It was a great place to mingle and get together. After all none of the drink was watered down, food was good pub grub, and the music was loud in the background, until someone wanted to dance. 

April was the most beautiful women in the room and was always the center of attention. Tonight she was wearing a skin tight, vibrant, almost electric blue mini dress that set off her blue eyes, blonde hair and fabulous figure. The dress wrapped around her prefect figure and would have made her the center of attention anyway. That her father owned a large chunk of the town and the largest ranch in West Texas also helped her popularity. 

April had it all. She was the high school homecoming queen two years in a row and the Sul Ross homecoming queen as well. She was the head of the Sul Ross Lobo's cheer leading squad, on the track team, swim team and was set to graduate magna cum laude in pre-Med school in next month. Despite all this she only had a couple of close friends and no real steady boyfriend at the moment. She was very careful about whom she let get close to her. 

In addition, April had been a very popular teen and adult model. She had modeled all over the world, but always came back home. She didn't need the money, she did it because she loved being pampered and spoiled, plus it fed her exhibitionist side. She loved having every eye in the room focused on her, and when her swimsuit and lingerie shoots came out the guys in Alpine went crazy. While her beauty was legendary, her brilliant mind, philanthropic and charity work were only known by a few. 

It was her intimating beauty and wealth that kept the men away. It was the same reason she was alone tonight. Her rich and powerful father, combined with her devastating beauty intimated most suitors. It seemed most good men never came near her, only the bad boys. She had become good at spotting what the bad boys wanted. Her friends really enjoyed watching her destroy would be suitors. Most of her local friends didn't even know how to play the kind of games that she did. 

April had seen her share of grifters and gigolos trying to get to her father through her or just trying to put another beauty queen notch on their belt. She loved being the center of attention, was kind to everyone she met and loved to help people when she could. All of these wonderful traits left her vulnerable to people trying to run scams on her or trying to steal their share of the family fortune. So despite her innocent beauty, her radar was well honed leaving her street smart and wary of anyone she didn't know. 

April's group was off to the left side of the stage with lots of hangers on, wandering in and out of April's aura hoping to connect or at least be noticed. The rest of the Saloon was similarly divided into knots of like-minded people and all seemed to having a great time. After all it was a Friday night in Alpine, Texas. 

However, there was a lone man sitting at the bar close to the door. He was well dressed in a black button down shirt, blue jeans, Ostrich Lucchese boots and a black Stetson. He had a beer in front of him, but didn't look as if he had touched it. To the casual observer he seemed lost in thought or pondering his next apology to his girlfriend. 

To the trained observer the only thing that seemed to interest him was April and she was never out of his sight. All of his movements were covert, never drawing attention to the object of his surveillance. He would occasionally talk to other people at the bar, but his eyes always wandered back towards April's area of the bar. 

As the night wore on the man's beer just got warm, while April was having a great time oblivious to the man at the bar. When April went out to the dance floor the man in the black shirt turned to keep her in his vision. Likewise, when she went to the restroom, he would walk over to the back side of the saloon to keep an eye on the restroom doors. 

His plan and it was as bold as it was daring and there were plenty of potential problems. However, the one starter requirement was April's unwitting part in his little drama. Without her none of this would make any sense. She was his pawn or maybe his bait. 

At about 11:30 April started packing up to go home. As usual some of her friends kept teasing her about leaving so early and some of the other guys in the bar starting making their last ditch effort to have April come home with them. She knew what she wanted, nearly always got what she desired and right now she wanted to go home alone. 

April putting on her long coat was a signal ... she was leaving and that was it. April's close friend Tera made moves to leave with her, but she was told her to stay and have a good time. April gave her a hug and air kiss, telling her she would see her later. 

The man at the bar waited until April had paid her bar tab. He dropped a ten spot on the bar then he slipped outside, his now warm beer still untouched. 

Although April's long coat covered most of her, every eye the place followed her out the door. As she stepped out the door into the brisk November air, she felt alone and wished she had someone she could snuggle with in front of a warm fire. Instead she turned up her collar and headed for her BMW Z3. 

April was proud of her car and always parked in a remote part of the parking lot so no one would ding her car. About half way through the parking lot she began to fish her keys out of her purse and looked down to find her keys. While her eyes were downcast looking in her purse, two arms suddenly wrapped in a bear hug. A pungent smelling cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth stifling her startled gasp. 

April took a big breath to scream, but as she did her head began to spin and her legs started to buckle. As the blackness started over take her, she remembered strong arms picking her up and carrying her as she blacked out. 

Chapter 2 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUBBBBBB. Steve jerked the steering wheel hard to the left. The 93 Mustang Cobra responded effortlessly and swerved back from the rumble strip onto Interstate 10. It was well after midnight, and he had been listening to a Norah Jones CD. He loved her music, and she had mellowed him out, but right now he needed some good driving music. 

He reached over to the seat beside him and opened his big CD case. After popping out the Norah Jones CD he popped in the CD labeled, Road Trip 1. Within a few seconds one of his all-time favorite songs started rumbling through the speakers. The first chords of Mike and the Mechanics, Silent Running were always a bit weird, but then the melody kicked in. Steve didn't know what it was up this particular song that touched him so, the words always struck a chord, but the melody drove through him. 

"Hey, pay attention to the road and quit daydreaming." Steve said to himself. He had been day dreaming about the country, and how he was going to miss Texas. Well, talking to himself wasn't so bad, at least he didn't answer himself. He was also daydreaming about his going away party in Corpus Christi and it had been nothing short of epic. 

The party had been held at the Cureo Club (Cuero is Spanish for leather) and Steve was one of the top of Dom's. Even though his day job was in engineering, Steve was one of the most requested Dom's for a session. He had a reputation as a top of pushing any bottom, regardless of experience, into subspace. He was very mechanical and emotionless as he stripped a Sub of all thought and reduced her to base feelings and emotions. 

For his going away party five bottoms had been chosen by lottery and bound on the main stage. Each was bound differently, with one in stocks, two were in various forms of suspension, one was bound to whipping post and the last was bound to a St. Andrews cross. The objective was to take each bottom to that special Nirvana that only someone in subspace can achieve. Before he began Steve made sure that Sub had someone that could provide them aftercare. Since he would be busy with the next bottom, someone else would have to provide the very critical aftercare. 

Steve began with a very svelte strawberry blonde bound in stocks. He used his hands, floggers and riding crops to stimulate her and vibrators and his own fingers to take away the pain. In the beginning her white alabaster skin became crisscrossed with red stripes until her all her skin was glowing red. At this point she had the shallow breathing and thousand yard stare of someone in subspace. Steve ended the session using his fingertip vibrators and a big wand vibrator to give her three massive gut twisting cums. On the last orgasm her legs couldn't hold her anymore and she sagged against the stocks. With her neck caught in stocks she couldn't breathe and Steve had to act quickly to get her out of the stocks. He turned her over to the person responsible for her aftercare after he made sure she was okay. 

When he was sure she was okay he moved to an overweight, but still sexy brunette suspended on her tiptoes. She had watched the previous session and was already so aroused that it didn't take much to push her into subspace. Only when she was hanging limp and exhausted from multiple orgasms did he turned her over to the person responsible for her aftercare. 

The rest of the night went much the same way. Each bottom had seen what came before and each had vicariously lived through the whipsaw of pain, pleasure and orgasms. By the time Steve reached them, most were already verging on subspace just from watching the previous sessions. Nonetheless he pushed them through to the end of their session. 

It had taken almost all night, but Steve was finally finished with the last Sub. He felt a sense of accomplishment, but his heart and soul was still empty. In all of his sessions he had hoped someone would challenge him and fill the holes in his heart. Steve spent the next day putting most of his belongings in storage and packing. He had a breakfast sendoff a few of his close friends and that left for his new engineering job in California. 

Steve's musings ended and he looked up seeing the highway 67 exit to Alpine, Texas. He hadn't been to Big Bend National Park since he was 8. When he started planning his trip to California it struck him as a good time to visit the Big Bend area again. Steve took the exit and made the left turn onto Highway 67 and headed south. 

When he was 8 his parents took the entire family to a vacation into Big Bend National park. He remembered the stark countryside and having a good time running up the craggy hills around the park, trying to avoid the cactus. He knew that his Dad remembered it differently since the car broke down at the only gas station for 50 miles in any direction. His dad spent most of his time in Big Bend working with a gas station mechanic getting the car fixed. However, while his dad and the mechanic were working on the car, Steve and his brothers were climbing the hills around the gas station. They raced up the hills, only to tumble down as fast as they went up. 

It was one of those innocent childhood times that everyone always remembers. He and his brothers always fought about everything, but not on this trip. Being the oldest with the longest legs Steve won all races going up the hill. The tumbling and rolling down the hills were crazy getting dirty, boy type fun, until someone hit a cactus. They were no doubt creating some environmental disaster that would reveal itself twenty years into the future. 

So now he was in the middle of the West Texas with nothing but the shapes of scrubby tumbleweeds and Mesquite trees. In the deep dark of the night they would attack the headlights then skulk back into the shadows. The setting moon was low on the horizon, and it was playing hide and seek with the peaks of the Davis Mountains. The full moon would peek over a mountain spotlight his Cobra moving through the night then duck behind another peak leaving him back in the dark. 

Steve started to miss Texas even before he left it. So he had decided to see and photograph some of it before he left. Steve had stopped several places along the way to take photos of any scenic opportunities that popped up. He took photos of the windmills on the Edwards plateau highlighted by the moonlight and a silhouette of the ghostly Fort Stockton, Fort among others. 

Now that Steve was headed for Alpine he thought he would find a place to stay for a quick nap. Then tomorrow travel through some of the Big Bend country and photograph some of the stark mountains and desert. 

With the moon creating jagged silhouettes of the mountains Steve saw some beautiful opportunities to take some black and white photographs. He found a wide section of the road and pulled off the road leaving one side of the car on the road. Before he turned off the engine, he put the Cobra in neutral, exited the car and checked how soft the shoulder was. The Cobra is a great car, but it doesn't off-road well and can get stuck easily. The shoulder was crusty, hard packed with sheets of earth cracked and peeling back from lack of rain. Steve got back in the car, parked it further off the road and began to setup his tripod. 

Steve usually carried three N-90's loaded with different types of film. Steve had fought the digital trend, because he felt as if he got better color saturation with film. However, film was getting harder to come by, so as well as his film cameras Steve also had his new Nikon digital camera. He preferred some of the new Canon cameras, but the thought of having to replace all of his lenses was daunting and expensive. 

Steve pulled out his Gitzo carbon fiber tripod with a three way head and snapped in the quick release plate attached to his Nikon Camera. After attaching the remote shutter release he setup some silhouette shots of the mountains and took several shots with varying shutter speeds. He dropped the tripod to a lower level and took shots of the scrub brush glowing in the moonlight. 

After spending a half an hour experimenting with different shots he finally packed up the camera equipment, repacked the Cobra and continued his journey to Alpine, Texas. It was now about 2am, the moon had set below the mountains and the shimmering stars were so bright he almost didn't need the headlights on the car to see the road. The stars were hypnotic and it was easy to let his eyes and mind follow the next shooting star. So he was doing a little daydreaming at night and he had a lot to daydream about. 

Steve could tell this side trip was a great decision. The roads were winding with hills and valleys. Yeah, this let him push the Cobra a little, take the curves a little faster than he should have and accelerate though the curves listening to the squealing tires and the rumbling engine. The desert mountain air started to get a little chilly, but with the wind in his face it felt good letting the Cobra stretch its legs. 

Crowded House's, Private Universe was just ending on the CD player. The windows were open, the music was deafening and it was everything a road trip should be. Barracuda from Heart just came on, and it made Steve push just a little bit harder on the gas pedal. The cobra rumbled happily as Steve pushed it around the corners. 

This trip was a mulligan. He had been divorced for over a year, taking consulting jobs and seeing the world. Steve was a native Texan, but his next consulting job was in California. However, he didn't have to be in California for a week, so he thought he would take his time and see most of the country along the way. 

Steve had just exited a long sweeping turn and on the long straight-away ahead he noticed a large shape in the middle of the road. Originally Steve thought it was a dead animal and again he jerked the wheel to the left with the Cobra responding easily. As he glided around the shape he looked over and damn it looked just like a body. As his eyes automatically popped open he was immediately wide awake and decided he needed to see what it really was. If anyone was hurt he knew they needed his help. 

Steve slowed down and did a 180. As he went back his headlights lit up a blonde head attached to a curvy body, wrapped in a slinky blue dress. Okay it is a body, and an extremely gorgeous one at that ... so now what? 

Steve eased the Cobra closer to the body but stayed in the car. He remembered several years ago when some carjackers used a body in the road trick to get people to stop and get out of their cars. They would then rob them, and most of the times kill them before taking the car. So he stayed in the car letting his pounding heart settle down. Steve was big, strong and could handle himself very well if it came to it. Why take the chance if he didn't need to. 

First, he needed to find out if sexy body was bait for a trap. Steve turned on the Cobra's high beams and did a slow 360. He looked in the bushes to see if there were any other cars or people hiding in the bushes ... Nope, no one. So he started looking at the body and he couldn't see any signs of injury. 

Wait the cell phone. Steve turned it on the phone and dialed 911 ... nothing. He looked at the phone and noticed the dreaded 'No Signal'. Okay, it didn't look like a trap, so time to see if the lady needed help. Steve opened the car door, and half expected someone to jump out of the bushes at him. He sat in the car for a few seconds waiting ... nothing. 

Okay ... He started to get out of the car when something grabbed him. His hair was standing on end as he pulled back and tried to punch the unseen attacker. His fists flailed in the, air hitting nothing. It's then that he realized that he had forgotten to unfasten his seat belt. Steve sat back in the seat calming his hair and pulse. 

Okay ... so this time he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. Steve took some tentative steps towards the body ... waited, then a couple more. He was poised and ready to either defend himself or jump back in the car if anything happened. As he approached the body he began to take notice of the women lying in the road. 

She had a flawless figure and she had beautiful slim, muscular legs ... runner's legs. The dress was an electric blue slinky dress that ended high above her knees. She had to have an almost perfect figure to wear a dress like that ... and she did. She had long blonde hair and it would have been down to the middle of her back if it hadn't been spread out around her face. 

Her face seemed innocent with a hint of mischief. She didn't look to be more than 18, but that's what most women want to look like. A girl of 15 or a woman of 30 could all look as if they were 18. However, she didn't have the baby soft look of a teenager so he was guessing she was in her early twenties. 

Steve bent over her to check her pulse, felt soft warm skin and a steady pulse at her throat. She's alive. He noticed her nostrils flaring and chest rise as she breathed. Steve began to look for signs of an injury, but he knew better than to move her. He noticed some blood on the ground and some matted in her hair ... okay a head injury. No other areas seemed to be bleeding. He felt weird touching an unconscious woman, like he was a pervert or something, but he had to know her injuries. Steve felt her arms, ribs and legs looking for broken bones, cuts ... nothing except the head injury. 


Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 01



She was still out like a light and he hadn't found anything wrong other than a head wound. Well, now he has a decision to make. He can't leave her in the road, but he needed to get help. He could move her to the side of the road, but he might as well put her in his car and drive her to the hospital. Okay, the decisions made, that's what he will do. 

However, having a head injury he needed to immobilize her head. Steve went back to his car and laid-back the passenger seat. Then he searched for something to use to immobilize her head. Since most of his backseat was luggage and his camera equipment he decided to look in his camera backpack. He thought about the dividers in the backpack and as he pulled a couple out he realized that they could work. 

Steve took two of the Velcro dividers, linked them, slid them around her neck and created a makeshift cervical collar. Then he picked her up and gently placed her in the passenger seat of the Cobra. Even as slight as she was, it was difficult to maneuver her into the car ... they make it look so much easier in the movies. With the seat back he finally got her in the Cobra and he buckled the seat belt around her to keep her from moving. Then he closed the door, got in on his side of the car and took off towards Alpine. 

As he was driving back he knew the Cops would want to get back to the scene of whatever happened, so he made a note of the nearest mileage marker. 

As Steve sped up through the gears he would steal a glance at his new passenger. She was out like a light, but with no real signs of injury other than the small patch of blood in her hair. On further examination he decided that his passenger was manufactured, because she seemed flawless. She had beautiful soft flaxen hair framing an innocent face free of life's tortures and scars. Her figure mimicked a Barbie doll with a small waspish waist, narrow but womanly hips and breasts larger than would be proportional to the rest of her figure. 

Amid his appraisal her eyes fluttered and a small moan escaped her throat, but she stayed out cold. Soon highway 67 dead ended into highway 90. He took a right towards Alpine and accelerated quickly to 70 MPH and beyond. 

Steve saw lights on the horizon and soon saw the city limit sign for Alpine, TX. Now he started looking for any signs that might suggest that a hospital was nearby. He was also looking for an all night gas station, because he thought he might have to ask for directions. He was saved from that particular male embarrassment when he saw a sign with a blue H and an arrow pointing to the right. Steve began following the signs and eventually saw a sign for the emergency room at the Big Bend Regional Hospital. 

Steve pulled under the awning in front of the emergency entrance and ran in to get someone to help bring the woman inside. After a few minutes of asking for someone to get a gurney a nurse finally came out with one and together they loaded his unconscious passenger on the gurney. The staff was quick and responsive and soon his passenger was in a treatment room. 

He was relegated to filling out paperwork at a desk out-front with a rather large woman. She also looked bored and listless, much like many of the cattle he had seen on the road driving around Texas. She had large brown eyes and a blank mindless expression on her face. As they filled out the paperwork, he believed that she might have had the same IQ as some of the scrub brush he had seen. 

"The patients name?" She queried 

"I don't have a clue what her name is. I found her hurt on the road with no ID." Steve responded. 

"Are you a relative?" 

"No" 

After several seconds of staring at him with a blank expression she said. "We have to have a name" 

"So how about Jane Doe." 

"Well, if you knew her name why didn't you tell me her name to begin with. Are you trying to be a wise guy?" 

"No, I'm trying to be as helpful as I can." 

"Well okay then, ... what insurance does Ms. Doe have?" 

Steve began to look around to see if he could find a Candid Camera host, only to realize that this was real and he was in hospital paperwork hell. So he tried to speak slowly in the hope that some of it might sink in. 

"No, I don't know her insurance carrier. I found her on the road with no ID, no insurance card, no money, no purse ... nothing except the clothes she was wearing." 

Once again he received the blank, empty stare with the soft brown cow eyes and nobody home behind them. 

"We have to have someone to bill the charges too. So what's your name and do you have a credit card." 

"What do you do when you have indigents come in for treatment?" 

Steve saw the blank stare again and realized that he would need to speak in words with no more than two syllables. 

"Bum's," He corrected. 

"Oh, we bill those charges to the county, but we need the sheriff involved to do that." 

"Then please call him. He needs to know about this anyway." 

"Okay, I'll call him, but you'll be sorry for waking up the Sheriff at this time of the morning. You wait over there." 

She went back behind a partition and made a phone call. While she was trying to persuade the Sheriff to come to the hospital at 3am Steve went back out to the awning outside the emergency room and moved the Cobra to a parking place. When he came back into the hospital he adjourned to the waiting room to watch Jerry Springer reruns. He often wondered if people visiting USA really thought the people on Jerry Springer were representative of people in the USA ... He sure hoped not. 

Anyway, as an interesting cat fight was starting to brew on the tube, a mountain of a man came through emergency room doors. The man was wearing a sheriff's badge and he looked pissed that someone had disturbed his sleep. As both doors opened (he was big enough to need both doors) to let him, the nurse pointed to Steve and said something he couldn't hear. However, instead of coming over to him the Sheriff went back into the treatment area. 

The cat fight on TV was in full swing when the Sheriff came back out to see him. 

"You the guy who brought in April?" he said. 

"If that's the name of the girl in the blue dress, yeah I am! So that's her name!" Steve responded. 

"I'm asking the questions here Bud. How did you happen to have her in your possession?" 

"Possession? She wasn't in my possession. I found her twelve miles after the highway 90 intersection, back up 67 towards Ft. Stockton." 

"What's your name and where are you from?" 

"Steve McKinny and I'm from Corpus Christi" 

"Why did you bring her here?" 

"Not being from here, I didn't know of any place else to take her. She looked like she needed medical attention, so I brought her here." Steve said. 

"Where is your car?" 

"In the parking lot out-front, it's a black 93 Cobra" 

"Okay" he said with a sigh, "Come with me to the office" 

The way he said it gave him goose bumps. "Am I under arrest or something?" 

"Not currently, but that can change if you want it too."



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 02



Chapter 3 

Steve followed the Sheriff to his car and the Sheriff opened the back door and ushered him into the car. He saw the cage between the front and backseat with the handles removed from the back doors. He started to get a little nervous about this trip and the Sheriff. Steve was beginning to wonder what he had gotten himself into. So he thought he would try to find out what was going on and get a little information at the same time. 

"You said the woman's name was April. Do you know her, does she live around here, how do you know her?" Steve ask. 

The Sheriff glanced in the mirror and in a gruff voice tinged with much irritation said, "You can turn off the innocent charm bud, I'm not buying." 

Steve closed his mouth with and audible click of his teeth. He was beginning to think that silence was the better part of valor in this case and hopefully he would find out what was going on later. However, Steve was beginning to regret doing the right thing and bringing the girl to the hospital. The drive to the police station took about three minutes, but what a long three minutes it was. 

Steve started gazing out the windows and noticed the sky was bright from the stars. He never remembered seeing the stars so bright before. There was no haze, just bright sharp points in the sky. The stars were so bright that you see shadows from the buildings and the surrounding mountains. As usually happen when he saw some strikingly beautiful sights, he was wishing he had his camera with him and would like to be out shooting some night photos. The starkness of the landscape and the harshness of the stars would make for some terrific black-and-white photos. 

The Sheriff pulled into a parking space in front of a generic government building that could have been a Post Office or a million other government buildings. There were brick facades on either side of glass doors leading to a generic counter behind the glass. The only thing to identify the building as the Sheriff's office was the county logo painted on the glass doors. Above logo was a sign that said 'Sheriff Brewster County'. As the sheriff parked the car a nice looking black and chrome pickup truck came screaming around the corner and slid to a stop next to the Sheriff's car. 

A man bailed out of the pickup and came towards the Sheriff's car like black thunderclouds sweeping across the Texas plains. He was a distinguished looking man with a shimmering head of silver hair, but he seemed to be carrying around his own thundercloud on his face. Steve could swear the sky darkened when he drove up. His body language said he was looking for someone to pummel into the ground, and his eyes were fixed on Steve. 

Steve's nervous feeling began to intensify into a full-blown panic. He had at first thought the Sheriff only wanted the details of where and how he found April. Now he was beginning to think people were looking at him as the reason she was in the hospital. 

Fortunately, the Sheriff quickly jumped out of the Squad car and set himself like a mountain between them. The man tried to get around the Sheriff, but the man mountain kept moving between them. As Steve watched, he was stunned as the Sheriff grabbed the man by his lapels, held him and began talking to him in a low voice. Steve couldn't hear what they were saying, but the man began to calm down even though his eyes kept flicking between the Sheriff and Steve. 

After a few minutes the Sheriff let go of the man, began to smooth his jacket and guide him back to his pickup. The silvered haired man kept shooting daggers at Steve with his eyes, but eventually he got into his pickup. He gave Steve one last look of hatred before the Sheriff closed the pickup door. The silver haired man started his black and chrome pickup and drove off the direction they had come from. 

The Sheriff came over, opened the back door for Steve, helped him out of the car and began to steer him to the Sheriff's office. He had his hand around Steve's arm in a grip that was firm and unbreakable, but not crushing his arm. As they made their way towards the jail the Sheriff muttered, "Word travels fast round here." 

"Who was that?" Steve ask. 

The Sheriff tensed, but didn't say anything. Steve could tell he was grappling with the answer as they walked up the steps to the Sheriff's office. As he opened the door and ushered him into the office he muttered something Steve couldn't make out. 

"What did you say?" He queried. 

"I said he is the father of the girl you kidnapped," The Sheriff muttered. 

Steve flinched in his grasp and came to a screeching stop. The Sheriff tightened his grasp and started to drag Steve towards the Sheriff's office. 

"Kidnapped!!" Steve screamed. "What in the Hell are you talking about. I found her on the road and brought her to the Hospital." 

Steve's mind was reeling as the Sheriff continued to drag him towards his office. "Why would I bring someone I kidnapped to the hospital then wait around for the Sheriff to show up?" 

"Stupid I guess." He answered as he jerked Steve into his office and towards a chair. "Most criminals are stupid, why should you be an exception." He continued. "Before you get your panties in a wad let me get some information and listen for a minute." 

Steve sat heavily or the Sheriff could have thrown him in the chair next to his desk; either way he wound up in the chair. As Steve was figuring out what to do, he thought it couldn't hurt to listen to the Sheriff, so he nodded. Also at this point Steve didn't have much of a choice. Sheriff sat heavily in his chair behind the desk and he looked tired and weary. He shook his head stiffened his spine and began his grilling of this hardened, criminal kidnapper. 

"First, what's your name?" 

"Steve McKinny." 

"Let me see your driver's license." 

Steve pulled out his old worn cowhide wallet, slid the license out of the plastic sleeve and handed the license to the Sheriff. 

"This address correct?" He ask. 

"Yes, for the time being." Steve responded. 

The Sheriff looked up quickly ready to pounce on the smartass he thought Steve was. 

So he quickly added, "I'm on my way to California for a one year long contract position." 

Now the Sheriff had a puzzled look on his face with his facial expressions telling him to explain. 

"I'm a self-employed Professional Engineer. I just finished a long job in Corpus Christi and now I am heading to Orange County, California for my next job." 

"So this address on Rod Field Road in Corpus Christi is ...?" 

"My house ... that I am renting out while I am gone." Steve added. 

The Sheriff leaned back into his chair, but still looked like his was ready to pounce on him if he made the wrong move. The Sheriff was so rigid in his chair he looked like he was in pain, but his eyes were boring into Steve searching for lies or weakness. He casually leaned forward and said, "This is not the way to California, son." 

"I know, but I haven't been to the Big Bend area since I was 8 and I thought it was time to visit again. I have to be in California in a week so I pulled of I-10, headed down to Alpine and thought I would photograph some of the mountains. I'm also an amateur photographer," Steve added. 

"Okay, but I need to get your whole story, front to back and back to front, or we will be here a while." 

"Okay, but first should I get a lawyer?" Even though Steve did not know a soul in Alpine he still inquired. "Second, who was the guy outside and why did I supposedly kidnap his daughter?" 

"Look, I need to ask the questions for a while. As for the lawyer it's up to you, but you are not a suspect ... yet" Then the Sheriff's shoulders slumped and he added, "If you check out I'll let you know what is going on. Okay tell me how you came to find April." 

"Well, I left Corpus Christi around noon yesterday and thought I would take a leisurely trip to California and photograph much of Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. Since I don't have to be in California for a week I stopped in San Antonio. I spent several hours on the River Walk, had an early dinner and then about 7 O'clock left to drive to the Big Bend area." 

The Sheriff raised his eyebrows and gave him a quizzical look. This was the look that says hurry and finish before I beat it out of you, but he probed, "You must not know how to drive that hot car of yours. It only takes me 5 hours to get to San Antonio." 

"As I said earlier, I am an amateur photographer. I stop a lot to take photos of areas I find interesting or artistic." Steve responded. 

"I left Interstate 10 and came down Highway 67. About twelve miles before the Highway 90 intersection I found April in the middle of the road, I put her in the car and brought her to the hospital." 

The Sheriff leaned forward and scowled at Steve. He ask, "Do you have anyone who can confirm any of this?" 

The look on his face told him that if he couldn't prove where he had been, he had a reservation in the gray bar hotel. "I have several ways to prove it. First I can give you the names of the friends that saw me off yesterday morning. Second I have credit card receipts from the San Antonio Costco, River Walk restaurant and my last gas receipt from Fort Stockton." 

The Sheriff tensed, sat forward, held out his hand and said, "Give!" 

Steve started digging through his pockets. He pulled the San Antonio Costco gas receipt, the Texaco gas receipt from Fort Stockton and the receipt of the San Antonio River Walk boat tour. He couldn't find the restaurant receipt and must have left it in the car. Steve said so to the Sheriff. 

The Sheriff leaned back started going through the receipts. As he started to look through the receipts, Steve could see tight muscles in his face relax. The relaxation traveled down his shoulders, then his back and finally he leaned back in the chair. 

As he dropped his hands in his lap he raised his head and his brown eyes softened. "Okay, I will still need the names of the people in Corpus Christi that saw you off, but you're not off the hook yet. You're either a witness or a participant in whatever is going on here and I will need you to stay around for a couple of days as well." 

"No problem Sheriff, like I said I planned on several days here anyway. If you can take me to my car I have all my friends' names and phone numbers in my Blackberry" Steve offered. 

"Okay, we will go back get that in a little while. First, I need a formal statement, so you to write down everything you told me and sign it." Then the Sheriff handed him a pad of paper and a pen. 

As he started to write the Sheriff spoke up again, "I also need your Social Security Number, a set of your fingerprints and your photograph. I will need you to take me to where you found April when you're finished." 

"Sheriff, I know you have to cover all your bases so I will be glad to give you that information and take you to where I found April." 

As Steve continued to write the Sheriff stood up and starred out the window with his hands behind his back. Watching him Steve realized that he was standing at 'Parade Rest'. As he looked at him his time in the Corp at Texas A&M University came back to him. The Sheriff obviously had a military background. "Marines?" He queried. 

The Sheriff turned around with a surprised look on his face and with reverence said, "Semper Fi, Twenty years in. Came back here to do what I could for Mom and Dad, and then stayed." 

"Sheriff, who was the guy outside" Steve finally mustered up the courage to ask. 

"The man outside was Ed Hunt and his daughter April Hunt went missing yesterday. Being the richest man in these parts, he assumed it was a kidnapping, while I was in wait and see mode. But, he owns Hunt Oil, most of the Wind generators you passed on the Edwards Plateau and a ranch that covers of the next couple of counties." 

Okay, Steve bolted upright for a second, because he had just finished a consulting job for the Hunt Oil refinery on the Corpus Christi ship channel. He debated on whether to tell that to the Sheriff and decided it would be worse if he hid it. He cleared his throat and said, "Sheriff, my last consulting job in Corpus Christi was for Hunt Oil Refinery." 

The Sheriff tensed and turned to look at him. The Sheriff could tell that Mr. McKinny was trying to be honest and had told him this out of full disclosure. The kid seemed to be everything he claimed and he rather liked him. 

The tense atmosphere was starting to mellow out. The Sheriff and Steve looked at each other for a minute and a little bonding took place. Then they both looked away at the same time and the Sheriff picked up the phone and started calling people. Steve went back to write his statement. 

About the time he finished writing his statement and signing it, a rumpled, long-haired man looking to be in his early thirties showed up. As he swaggered into the room wearing clothes that looked like he slept in them, he was carrying a couple of large aluminum cases. Steve had seen enough crime stuff on TV to know that this was a Crime Scene Tech and he was getting ready to photograph and fingerprint him. 

As Steve sat there, the CSI tech plopped the aluminum case down his case with an audible thump. He puffed a group of papers into the air and they fluttered around the room. One of them was the statement Steve had just finished. The CSI tech looked angry, bored or sleepy or maybe all three and didn't care about the mess he just made. 

He turned slowly and gave Steve the "ask-me-if-I-give-a-shit" look. When Steve didn't respond, he went back to his case. He opened it up and took out some ink pads and sectioned off cards. Then with utter contempt in his posture, he then cleared a section off the Sheriffs desk with a sweep of his hand. Most of the papers hit the floor with a big thump, but a couple of papers floated back and forth as if they were attached to a swing until they hit the carpet. 

He then turned to look at Steve daring him to say something. When he didn't move or say anything he turned back to the desk with a satisfied smug look on his face and began to layout his fingerprint cards. Steve shook his head; okay he had his temper tantrum, now maybe we can get on with business. However, then again Steve couldn't help but mess with him a little bit after that tantrum: 

"Don't you have any of the new digital fingerprint equipment?" Steve innocently asks, knowing that being behind the times would set off any techie. 

Sure enough he whirled around and knocked his ink pad off the desk. "Don't you give me any of your lip before I had my first cup of coffee. Now we can do this the easy way or hard way. Please choose the hard way." He added in a low rumbling voice laced with a fair amount of venom. 

Steve wasn't worried about anything physical with this guy; after all he outweighed him by at least 70 pounds. The guy was nothing but skin and bone in a hell of a lot of attitude. Steve threw up his hands in mock surrender and responded. "Just curious about how far the high-tech gadgets have reached." 

He started to calm and even got a wistful look on his face just a little before he answered, "We have computers and scanners. We use those to do what they do in the big cities, with a single gadget. We just don't have the big budget they have." He added with regret in his voice. 

He picked up the ink pad, grabbed Steve's right hand and began rolling each of his fingers through the ink then on the finger print card. He was finishing his left hand when the Sheriff came back into the room. 

"Where is the statement?" The Sheriff asked. 

Since both Steve's hands were full of ink he nodded towards the floor and said. "Down there." 

The Sheriff immediately whipped his head around to scowl at the Tech and Steve felt the Tech clamp down on his wrist at the same time. There was a lot of hostility between these two. Without saying a word, the anger, stubbornness, reprimand and apology were all passed through the looks that passed between the Sheriff and the Tech. 

The Sheriff slowly turned back to the paper on the floor and picked up the statement. He began to read it as he straightened up and added "You need to sign it and then we will go see where you found April." 

Again Steve felt the Techs hands clamp down on his wrist. His voice went up an Octave as he said "You are the person that kidnapped April?" 

The Sheriff laid his hand on the Tech's shoulder and said, "Relax Will, he is the one that found her and he is not a suspect ... yet." 

Then Will finally let go of his wrist and handed him some moist towelettes to clean his hands. Will packed up his tools and gathered all his fingerprint stuff and began to leave. As he was almost to the door he turned and said, "You better not have laid a hand on her or you'll wish you had never been born." 

He then turned to the Sheriff and said. "I will scan the fingerprints and get them into IFAS ... ASAP." 

As he walked off the Sheriff turned to Steve and said. "There is a bathroom over there to wash up." 

Steve turned to look at the Sheriff then in a soft tone, innocently ask, "Sheriff, what's the deal with April? It seems like everyone that knows her has strong feelings for her." 

The Sheriff pondered a moment then answered. "April is the closest thing to royalty we have around here. She was the homecoming queen at the high school and university, represented us in the Miss Texas pageant. She was valedictorian in High school and graduating Magna Cum Laude in Pre-Med. So she is brilliant as well. She has done modeling and commercials for businesses in the area, but unlike several other beautiful girls in the area she stayed here instead of running off to Dallas, New York or LA." 

"Many people hate her because she has everything, beauty, grace, wealth and she has a quick sharp mind. I've known her since she was in grade school and her father is excessively protective of her. That also means she has few friends and even fewer boyfriends. Lots of people in the area would do anything for her and some even think they love her. Will is one of the latter." 

"Oh!" Steve responded as he began the walk to the bathroom. 

While in the bathroom Steve stared in the mirror and began to shake his head. "What kind of a cowpie have you stepped into Steve?" He muttered to himself. 

The Sheriff was waiting for him when he came out of the bathroom and they quickly moseyed to the Sheriff's car. This time the Sheriff opened the front door for Steve and he began to relax for the first time since he pulled into Alpine. 

As they drove out of town, the stars were beginning to fade in the oncoming dawn. It was almost 5am and the sun still had a way to go before it was up, but the horizon was starting to lighten. As they drove out highway 90 and turned onto highway 67 Steve watched the sky lighten. The stars faded behind a curtain of oranges, reds and yellows in the upcoming dawn. 

The mesquite trees and scrub brush began to turn from dark menacing shapes into shadows of stunted brush. The brush and trees were all withered by the hard existence in the West Texas Mountains. This was a hard place to live and it took a lot of grit eke out an existence, even for the plants. Steve was again struck by the beauty and character of the rugged landscape. As the light began to reveal more and more shadows, the landscape turned harsh and unforgiving, yet beautiful in its own way. 

The Sheriff startled him out of his reverie. "We're about twelve miles from the intersection." 

"Okay about 100 yards up on the right, by that large mesquite tree." Steve said pointing to an area up ahead. 

Now the dawn was bursting over the horizon and with its pastel colors reflecting off the clouds and shadows. Steve was longing for his camera right now. The stars had all faded out except Venus, which was still low on the horizon. The sun was still behind the mountains, but providing plenty of light to work the crime scene. 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 02



The Sheriff pulled up to within twenty yards of the area Steve showed him stopped the car and turned on his emergency lights. They both got out of the car and walked towards the area where Steve found April. As they approached Steve saw a tiny spot of blood on the pavement and pointed it out to the Sheriff. Suddenly he felt vindicated, he looked over at the Sheriff and he nodded looking more relaxed than Steve had ever seen him. 

Steve heard a noise behind them and saw Will the crime scene tech pull up in a white van behind the Sheriff's cruiser. The Sheriff walked back to Will, pointed out the blood drops and began to give directions on searching the area. 

Will pulled on gloves, paper bootees then walked over to collect the blood sample. That having given out the instructions, the Sheriff went to the left side of the road, while Will went to the right side. They both began to look in, around and underneath the bushes searching for any physical evidence. 

Will shouted. "I have some footprints and maybe tire tracks." 

Steve intercepted the Sheriff as he was walking across the road and said, "I parked my car over there so any tracks would be mine. However, I didn't park where Will is, so those could be someone else." 

The Sheriff abandoned his side of the road and came over to join Will. Now that Steve had been vindicated, he was losing interest in the grunt work of crime detection. So he went over to the cruiser and sat on the hood. Steve's head started to sag towards his chest and he jerked upright as he realized that he had fallen asleep. Steve body was starting to pay the price for the long night, and it was demanding sleep. 

Well, if he was going to sleep on them as well get comfortable. So he headed over to the Sheriff's car, opened the passenger side and sat down to take a quick nap. He must've dropped off quickly, because the next thing he knew, the sunrise was over. The morning was glorious with lite fluffy clouds and a deep blue sky. In addition, two other cars were parked on the shoulder as well and several other members of the Sheriff's Department were rooting around though the bushes. A quick look at his watch revealed that an hour and a half had gone by. 

Steve stretched a little, got out of the Sheriff's car and walked over to find out what kind of progress had been accomplished. The Sheriff saw Steve walking over to him and turned to meet him about halfway. 

"So far the evidence is backing up your story" said the Sheriff. 

"I found some large off-road tracks, about 30 feet off the road, with some boot prints leading from the tracks to the road. For whatever reason, it looks like somebody put April in the road and you just happen to stumble across her." The sheriff added. 

"So how much longer you think we'll be here Sheriff" Steve asked. 

"I'll probably have people out here for a couple of hours, but I guess you and I can go back. You ready?" Ask the Sheriff. 

"Yes sir I am ready, I do need to find a place to sleep. Any suggestions?" 

The Sheriff gave him a funny look, and added, "Yeah. I might have a couple of ideas." 

As the Sheriff headed for his car, Steve turned and headed for the passenger side. The Sheriff slid behind the wheel, buckled up, started the engine and did a backwards 180. They headed back towards Alpine at an above the speed limit clip. 

The whole drive back to Sheriff didn't say a word, never looked at him and just seemed lost in thought. Steve didn't say a word either, but for a different reason. He knew he was making progress towards his innocence, but he didn't want to mess it up. So he felt like silence was the better part of valor. 

As he started entering Alpine Steve looked over at the Sheriff and said, "My car is over at the hospital. Do you think we can stop and pick it up on the way?" 

Chapter 4 

The Sheriff pulled right up to the emergency entrance at Big Bend regional medical Center. He got out and went into the emergency room; Steve assumed he went in to check on April. Steve had the same thoughts and was headed that direction when he saw the black and silver pickup that had stopped by the Sheriff's office. Immediately he had second thoughts and decided this might not be a good time for him to stop by. 

Steve went over, unlocked his car, dug through his glove box and got his Blackberry out and the sheet of paper and pen. He wrote down the names and phone numbers of his friends who saw him off in Corpus Christi and figured he would give them to the Sheriff later. As he was stashing everything back in the Cobra the Sheriff came out of the emergency room and headed his way. 

Steve gripped the sheet of paper with his friend's names and phone numbers on it and walked over to give it to the Sheriff. As he handed him the paper he explained that it was the friends from Corpus Christi. The Sheriff also asked for Steve's phone number which he added to the sheet of paper. 

The Sheriff explained, "I'm going to need you to stay around for a while and advise me all your movements in the area until we get everything cleared up. As far as places to stay, there's the Holiday Inn Express, Hampton Inn or if you'd like something with little character the Holland hotel." 

The whole trip was about Texas and Texas character so the Holland hotel sounded like a great choice. Steve told the Sheriff that he would head over to the Holland hotel and see if they had room. 

Steve stuck out his hand to see if they could have amicable parting, and the Sheriff responded in kind as they said good-bye. Steve looked after him as he returned to his car, mostly to make sure that it was okay to leave, but also just as glad not to have him on his case. 

The Holland hotel turned out the exactly what the sheriff said. It had an old rustic air about it and looked like it'd been built in the early 1900's. It turns out he was right because it had been built in 1928. Recently, everything had been renovated and the rustic interior had been given a makeover without losing its charm. 

Turns out they had several rooms available and Steve took one for two days. At least that's how long he hoped it would be. The late night staff was still on duty, but getting ready transition everything to the day shift, so they were eager to get rid of him. The rooms had also been made over into a nice cowboy country chic motif. At least he knew that's how the people in California would have summarized it. Steve liked it a lot and it reminded him that he was still in Texas. 

He finally had everything carried into the hotel and was trying to figure out what he would do with the rest of the day. Steve knew that if he ate anything his eyes would slam shut. A nap would shoot the better part of the day, but after having been up all-night he didn't think he had much of a choice. 

The sudden banging on his door startled him out of his reverie. Since he didn't know anybody here he assumed it must be the Sheriff wanting some more information. So he swung the door open and immediately jumped back. It was the guy from the Sheriff's office, the one with the black and silver pickup truck ... Mr. Hunt. 

Since he had already jumped back he couldn't close the door in his face although he really tried lunging forward to do so. However, Mr. Hunt easily stuck out his hand and blocked the swinging door, but he didn't advance through the door. He just stood there looking at Steve with an expression that was hard to figure. 

At 6'2", 200 pounds Steve was not used to being intimidated. The Sheriff had definitely done that with his physical presence, but this man did it with authority. He was less than 6 foot and wiry thin, but his face was hard. You could tell this was a man used to getting his own way. He radiated a commanding presence and expected everyone to do what he said with a smiling, "Yes sir." 

As he began to speak his voice was a rich and gravelly baritone, and it held a lot of emotion. "My name is Ed Hunt and the woman you brought into the hospital is my daughter. I've spoken with the Sheriff and he feels like you are an honest man who found a woman in distress and took care of her. If this is the case you have my everlasting thanks, and I will find some way to repay you." He said. 

He started to turn away, but then he stopped, turned his head to look at Steve. His voice changed dramatically into a menacing growl as he added, "If this is not the case, and you had anything to do with her disappearance, or hurting her. I will destroy you in the most horrible fashion I can think of." 

He grabbed the door handle, swung it shut behind him as he left the room and walked away. Steve stood in the same spot for the next five minutes, wondering what to do. He didn't know anybody in this town and the gratitude he felt towards the Sheriff a few minutes ago had evaporated into some unforeseen terror. 

Steve slowly sat on the bed, strangely enough the exhaustion and hunger that he had felt a few minutes ago had suddenly disappeared. He realized that the whole April incident was rapidly getting out of his control. If he had any hope of surviving this and making it to his job on time, he would need to be involved and clear his name... quickly. 

Okay, logic dictates that you need to get some food and rest. So the first order of business was a good breakfast, then some sack time. Then he needed to figure out what he needed to do to clear his name and get moving again towards California. 

The Holland hotel as it turned out had a wonderful breakfast, with everything that you could hope for. Eggs in every shape, lots of meat such as ham, sausage and thick slab bacon, biscuits, sawmill gravy, pancakes, juices, lots of fruit, cereal and yogurt. However, the most important aspect of his breakfast was lots of Coffee. All of this was ordered from the server and not from any breakfast bar. It was very nice to see customer service. 

The server was a beautiful athletic young woman of Spanish heritage. She had long black hair, large brown soulful eyes and she seemed nice, friendly and honestly seemed to like dealing with people. Her gorgeous hourglass figure and impressive breasts certainly brightened up the morning. She asks Steve questions about where he was from and what brought him in. She sincerely wanted to hear the answers. Her name was Catarina and she had lived-in West Texas all her life. She said she really loved this job because she got to meet so many interesting people. 

Steve asks for her advice on breakfast and she cheerfully recommended the huevos rancheros, a breakfast chili relleno with eggs or breakfast taquitos. Steve settled on the huevos rancheros with bacon, toast, coffee and cranberry juice. When the food arrived, Catarina sat down and ask if he had heard anything about the kidnapping of April Hunt. 

Steve was startled that she brought up that subject and he jokingly swallowed his mouthful of juice. Steve had lived-in small towns, so he knew by the end of the day she would know who he was anyway. So he fessed up, "I found April in the middle of Highway 67 and just brought her into the hospital. As far as I know she's okay, but still at the hospital." 

Catarina looked at him with a lopsided smile and said, "I already knew that even before you checked in, but your visit from Mr. Hunt would've given it away anyway. I just wanted to know why you took her in the first place?" 

Steve sputtered and choked the eggs that he was trying to swallow, "I... I didn't have anything to do with her kidnapping, I only found her!" 

Catarina gave a lilting laugh and said, "Yeah I know, I was just messing with you." Then she leaned forward expectantly with her breasts coming dangerously close to spilling out of her blouse. Clearly before she brought back his food she had loosened a couple of the top buttons on her blouse. She smiled mischievously and added, "You have any juicy details that I can add to the rumor mill. This is the biggest thing that's happened here since, well ... I don't know when." 

Steve got himself under control and realized his whole stay in Alpine was going to be just like this. Everyone knew now who he was and how he was tied to April. Steve looked back at Catarina as he said, "Nope just your basic saving a damsel in distress kind of thing." 

Catarina continued to stay and chatter, but to be honest he tuned her out and was trying to finish breakfast. When he finished, he quickly signed the breakfast over to his room, gave her a decent tip, and went back to his room for a nap.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 03



Chapter 5

Steve was startled awake with sudden banging on his hotel door. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was, what had happened and why he had been awakened. He sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes trying to shake the sleep from his mind before he answered the door. However, the banging began again and he knew he needed to get up.

He slipped on a pair of jeans over his skivvies and buttoned them up as he got to the door. Steve looked through peephole and saw the Sheriff standing there, so he opened the door, stepped way back to allow the massive Sheriff to squeeze through the door. Then he got the surprise of his life as April followed him into the room.

She had changed clothes and was wearing a very short sundress that fit like a second skin showing off her spectacular figure magnificently. She was not dressed up and was wearing just your average sundress, but on her it looked like a prom dress. Steve was thinking that she could be wearing a burlap sack and still outshine every woman in the county.

The scoop neck showed the tops of her buoyant breasts, but to make them even more tantalizing she had left the top buttons unbuttoned. The extra cleavage gave her breasts a mouthwatering appeal. Similarly, she unbuttoned bottom of the sundress, leaving him with enticing glimpses of her upper thighs as she sashayed into the room. Steve was beginning to understand how everyone in this town was enamored with this young woman. Even dressed casually she knew how boaster her enticing elegance.

Just like her father took over a room with his commanding presence, April did the same with her sultry beauty. She had a small bandage in her hair from her head wound, but all Steve saw was her brilliant fetching smile as she lit up the room. Steve caught himself holding his breath as she entered the room and suddenly felt embarrassed to be standing shirtless in front of royalty.

Steve could tell she was in full cock tease mode, but he had no idea why she was giving him the treatment. He glanced at the Sheriff for some kind of explanation, but was met by a stoic stare. The Sheriff's look told him this was April's show and he was only there protection if needed. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and looked back at April, waiting for her to explain what this was all about.

April got her first look at her savior and he took her breath away. She had obviously just woke him from his sleep, with his two-day growth of beard and his close cropped, brown hair still wild about his head. His eyes were still full of sleep but startled as he saw her enter the room. April's smile widened because she loved to make an entrance, do the unexpected and catch people off guard. She knew with the right dress, the right makeup and a dazzling smile she could get anything she wanted.

Word spread in the hospital that Steve was a handsome, rugged and good-looking guy. That would've been enough to garner her attentions but he had also saved her and brought her to the hospital. She owed him at least a thank you, but if he looked anything like everybody said she might give him more than just some words. She smiled to herself as she thought about a long tease on her hunky savior.

She needed to tease someone every once and a while, just to get the juices flowing. She craved the attention and wanted every male in the county to lust after her, but no one could actually touch her. She had two previous lovers and both had been total disappointments. Both had been so intimated by her beauty and wealth that she never even got warmed up before they were done. She was done with boys, but still craved a big, strong man. For the most part she enjoyed being a tease and driving the men or boys crazy.

Being Alpine's preeminent beauty queen and the richest woman in the county made her unapproachable. She wound up being the dominant of any relationship she had ever had. It was a role she relished in the town, but not when she was with a man. She wanted to find a man that could domineer her allowing her to feel like a real woman. She badly wanted be pursued and taken by a strong man allowing her to reveal in her femaleness. Steve was not intimidated by her and she loved the way his eyes took what they wanted, hotly caressing her.

The Sheriff had insisted on accompanying her, because they still didn't know how she wound up in the middle of the highway. Steve was still officially a suspect, even though he did have an alibi for the time she went missing. April did not mind having the Sheriff with her, but the minute she laid eyes on Steve she forgot the Sheriff was there.

She liked what she saw with his broad chest, heavily muscled arms and flat taut stomach. His body was that of someone who had to work for a living. He was hard, rugged and powerful, but at the same time handsomely masculine. She felt her body react viscerally, instantly wanting to run her hands through his downy chest hair and feel those muscles rippling under her fingers.

She liked an imposing man, one that could tower over her and hopefully dominate her. Steve was almost a foot taller than she and he was imposing, both physically and mentally. She always used her beauty to disarm anyone in her presence, but with him she felt his commanding presence deep in her womb. It had been a long time since she had seen a man that she wanted and she wanted this one.

She felt as if she must've been out of practice. All she had to do was walk into a room and men would fall at her feet, but not Steve. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked annoyed at her interruption. April never got that kind of reaction and had to steady her resolve as she walked into the room. She wondered if maybe she shouldn't have unbuttoned a few more buttons on her dress before she came in.

April walked up to Steve draped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. In a husky voice she whispered, "I wanted to come by and thank you personally for saving me!" Her gratitude morphed into something else as her lips hungrily grabbed on to his. Her kiss was demanding and ravenous as she tried to dominate his mouth. She was trying to intimidate him with her bold, brazen kiss, but that didn't happen.

Steve was startled and even a little embarrassed as she strode into the room, but all that was forgotten as her arms wrapped around his neck. Automatically his arms wrapped around her soft lithe body, pulling her against his. Her kiss challenged him and he felt himself respond as he defied her obviously intimating manner. He wrestled control from her as his tongue forced its way between her lips seizing control of her mouth.

April felt his strong thick arms wrap around her and crush her against his hard body. Tingles ran through her with need flaring inside her core. Her nipples hardened against his chest with her womanly slot throbbing as she got wet. Her head whirled as her emotional equilibrium spun and her knees turned to jelly. April's arms tightened around his neck as her fingers grasped for any security. She felt dazed and confused with her world suddenly turning topsy-turvy.

Her kisser opened wide as her tongue fought to hold her own. Their kiss suddenly deepened as both of them fought to dominate the other. Their dual intensified as each sought to dictate the terms of their kiss. Steve deepened their kiss as he sucked the breath from her lungs, replacing it with fiery passion. April felt her head twirl with the lack of oxygen and the fire in his kiss. It all felt a very primal to her. She hadn't wanted this, but clearly her body did

His hands roamed over her back pressing her harder against him. Her body fit perfectly in his arms causing her to squirm with a passionate heat she had never felt. The kiss, his strong arms wrapped around her, and the blazing need inside her, pushed her into a dazed emotional tempest. Nobody conquered April, but she felt her heart pound and her knees tremble as she succumbs to his very arousing kiss.

April suddenly remembered the Sheriff and ended the kiss conceding this round to Steve. As she looked in Steve's eyes she quivered inside. April was used to having all the power with men looking at her with love or lust, but Steve's look was one of authority. She could see he was used to getting what he wanted just as much as she was. She had never had a man affect her this way and if the Sheriff had not been there she would have fought him for control. As she stared into his eyes she felt like this was one battle she might lose and she quivered at the thought of being conquered by him.

She felt her whole insides tremble and burn as he looked at her. She had never had anyone except her father project this dominance, but this was a totally different kind power. April felt flush all over with her nipples aching, pussy wet and throbbing with her stomach full of butterflies. Her mind couldn't control her body and it seemed to have its own need and wants. She trembled as she tried to understand this new wonderful feeling.

All her life April had men bow and scrape just to be near her. She had intimidated almost everyone that she went out with and none ever been an even acceptable lover. Men would do anything just to be near her and she always used that power to get what she wanted, but she seemed not to have any power with Steve. His hard penetrating eyes had stripped all of her braggadocio and haughtiness from her.

She was left with a shy compliance that left her in unfamiliar territory. His hands, lips body and mostly his eyes held the promise that she had always dreamed of, but he scared her. April backed away still staring into his eyes suddenly feeling very timid and embarrassed. She backed behind the Sheriff almost using him as a shield to protect her from this alluring dominant man. Who was this man and what power did he have over her.

The Sheriff cleared his throat and in an almost embarrassed voice said, "April wanted to come by and thank you for saving her. I think she's done that and it's time to leave now."

Steve's bearing didn't change and with his eyes still challengingly locked on April's he said, "It was my pleasure, April, anytime you need saving just yell."

April backed out of the room with the sheriff running interference. As they exited into the hallway she gave a shuttering sigh. Those few seconds had rocked her world and her spoiled, petulant and demanding ways had just been confronted. She desperately needed to go home and think about what just happened.

Steve slowly closed the door and his hand stayed on the knob long after it was closed. She had been everything he expected, a spoiled and petulant Princess, use to having everyone bow down to her. When she pranced into the room he knew she was there to tease and tantalize him. She wanted him to know about his brush with Alpine royalty, but she left with a completely different attitude.

His ex-wife had been a spoiled homecoming Queen and it had taken him many years to understand what she was all about. April seem to be cut from the same cloth, although she projected a kind and generous side to her. When she tried to intimidate him with her succulent body and arousing kiss, he knew this was her usual tactic. He doubted anyone in this area would have ever fought back. However, when he fought back, he felt her surrender, suddenly becoming very submissive.

His time with his ex-wife had showed him that these spoiled princesses want one of two kind of men. They either want a man that worships the ground they walk on or challenge them. The ladder makes them feel emotions that never felt before making their surrender that much sweeter. Steve was never going to worship any woman and besides he was only going to be here for a couple of days. However, if April were looking for somebody to tame her he would be up to the challenge.

He was sure everyone she did this to had been properly intimated and happily took whatever she was willing to give. Her surprised look told him she never had anyone physically rip the superiority from her. He took what she had to give, but gave her back more than she expected. He saw the confusion and bewilderment in her eyes as she left, so he knew there would be a return match.

Steve had to admit she felt extremely supple in his arms, soft sensuous full of unrequited passion. When their kiss ended he could see the lusty fire in her eyes and the surprise on her face as she backed away. She had expected to show him something he could dream about, but never have. Instead he met her on equal ground, matching then exceeding her control.

Steve turned and went back to lie in bed, but he thought of all that bottled up passion, trapped in that centerfold body. When he took control of the kiss he felt he felt her melt in his arms and her knees sag. While he still had a lot to do, if the opportunity presented itself he was going to help her learn to let go completely.

He wondered what their next meeting would be like. He suspected that she would try to use her succulent body to take control again. It would be a fight to see if each is worthy of the other and who had the strength to surrender. So for however long it lasted their relationship would be a battle for control.

He kept thinking about what his next meeting with April would be like as he lay on the bed trying to drift back to sleep.

 

Chapter 6

As she left Steve's room April felt weak, confused and compliant. These were feelings she hadn't recalled ever having and her mind was still spinning. She reached out and steadied herself with her hand on the hotel wall as her legs still wobbled with the effect of his kiss. April glanced over at the Sheriff and saw a faint smile on his face. She knew he was enjoying watching her recover from Steve's kiss.

She tried to revive her cock tease status as she forced her shoulders back giving him the perfect view of her always enticing cleavage. April gave him a haughty look letting him know that neither he nor Steve could ever really best her. She was the queen of this particular jungle and she needed to let everybody know that.

April straightened her queenly posture rising to her full height of 5'3", including her 3 inch heels. She looked up the Sheriff towering over her by at least a foot and snapped, "Okay Sheriff, I said my thank you, so we need to get out of here!"

The Sheriff looked over at her with his knowing smile growing on his face as he responded, "Yes ma'am. We're on our way."

They began walking down the hallway and down the grand staircase. April was still breathing hard as they reached the lobby and it wasn't from exertion. Her mind was spinning, heart pounding, stomach quivering, nipples hardened and womanly folds weeping. Her perfectly crafted queenly persona had been rattled and shaken. She had to get out of there, away from his temptation and regain her imperial standing.

The Sheriff's smile told her he knew what was going on inside her head and her blush was a bright pink. Her Alpine sovereignty had been challenged by a desirous, but transient newcomer to her town. The Sheriff had seen it and the smirk on his face told her he was enjoying her embarrassment. She stiffened her back, pulled her head erect and regally walked towards her car.

The entire staff of the hotel and restaurant had turned out to watch April. By now everyone knew the kidnapping story and that he was her savior. This was the biggest news the city of Alpine's grapevine had in a long time. As April came into the lobby she responded to everyone's presence in her usual haughty and regal manner. As she descended the staircase everyone could see something was different. She was not as aloof as she usually was and something was different in her walk. All the gossip mongers could immediately see the difference in her gait. She seemed less sure of herself, softer and more vulnerable.

Everyone could tell something had happened up in that room. April's knees wobbled as she walked down the staircase and her eyes were scared or unsure. When her tongue came out and sensuously caressed her lips, savoring Steve's kiss, they all knew the princess had met her match. Every woman in the lobby looked at the top of the staircase and wondered. If that newcomer could do this to April, what would he be like for a mere mortal?

April saw everyone looking at her with surprise it was almost as if everyone knew exactly what had transpired up in Steve's room. For the first time in almost a decade April felt her face turned red and blush with embarrassment. She quickly averted her eyes and increased her pace as she rushed across the lobby. April was still confused and had no idea why Steve had the power he did over her. She had to get out of here and figure out what was going on.

April snuck into her car and for several moments sat staring out the windshield. She thought about going back to Steve's hotel room, just so she could feel his arms holding her tight. She toyed with her keys wondering what she should do, until she felt someone watching her. She swiveled her head and noticed the Sheriff still there waiting for her to leave. His knowing look made her blush as she put her purse in the seat beside her and thumbed the starter switch on the car.

She hurriedly backed out of a parking space and roared out of the parking lot, eager to get away from the Sheriff's perceptive looks. Her dad had a massive house off the loop overlooking the country club and she didn't want to go there. For now April felt the need to think and to be alone. So she made a hard right on Avenue E and headed out of town towards Marfa. The ranch house was a good 45-minute drive and April needed the time to think about what just happened.

At the edge of town the Sheriff stopped tailing her and returned to the Sheriff's office. April knew that Sheriff being there had saved her from potentially disastrous mistake. Deep down inside she knew without the Sheriff she, and Steve would've grappled for control of their combined passion. The minute their lips touched her desire had burst into flame and the kiss had been a battle, but one she had wanted to lose.

Since her libido had blossomed at the age of 13 April had dreamed about being amid a fiery romance like the ones she read about in the romance novels. Unfortunately, she was a spoiled little rich girl that also happened to be the towns' beauty Queen. If her rich overprotective father hadn't intimidated her suitors, then her beauty did. Everyone assumed the rich beauty queen always had a date, but the reverse was true.

Whether it was her father's wealth or her ravishing beauty, very few boys had the guts to even talk to her. Of course all of testosterone laden jocks had chased her, but they were only interested in a notch on their belt. There had been only one jock she had been interested in, a wide receiver on the football team. He was the only one that seemed to have a brain in his head, plus he was Brad Pitt handsome. Unfortunately, his father worked for the Hunt's and he had been forbidden to have anything to do with April.

Growing up her only friends were girls and even most of them were intimidated. In college dating got a little bit better, because men would at least talk to her. Most of the college men didn't know her history and would actually ask her out. When they were informed of whom she was, they were overwhelmed as well. When it came to romance, everyone always seemed to feel overmatched by all the noise around April. Nobody bothered to see the sensitive woman inside. The result was only the bad boys would ask her out, and they were only interested in another conquest.

April didn't know much about Steve, but he was obviously a kind gentleman since he had saved her on the road. He was masculine, handsome and at least her eyes, very sexy. Since the Sheriff told her he was an engineer, she assumed he was smart as well. However, the most important issue was he hadn't let her intimidate him. Not only had he stood his ground when she tried to bully him, but he fought back, matching her toe-to-toe and finally she conceded to him.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 03



Everyone had always put her on a pedestal with her amazing beauty, brilliant mind and incredible wealth. However, she did not want to be this cold aloof statue, but instead she wanted to live luxuriously in her femaleness. She wanted a strong man lying with her taking his pleasure and desire from her. As a woman, she wanted to feel chased and controlled by the spirit of a male. She wanted to be someone's sexual touchstone as he conquered and took her. He had to respect who she really was inside and she had to know she could trust him.

She had always stood on her own two feet, holding her own ground intellectually and emotionally. April was a strong woman that not only embraced her femininity, but reveled in it. However, sexually she didn't want to hide who she was anymore and she wanted a strong man to make her feel the emotions she dreamed of. Her brief battle with Steve felt like a start and for the first time she thought she had found someone who could challenge her.

As she turned on a road that led to the ranch house she fantasized about his lips kissing down her body and his hands extracting every bit of desire from her. In her daydreams she had found a man secure in his masculinity and one whose strength matched her own. She dreamed that he made love to her mind until her body couldn't exist without him. April wanted somebody that she could surrender to. Someone that could worship her mind and body whenever and wherever he wanted. She longed for someone who owned her and someone she could belong to.

April's favorite kinds of romance were battles between a strong man and a strong woman, tinged with some dominance and submission. The thought of a little bit of BDSM made her crazy with need. These were her favorite kind of fantasies and ones she dreamed of constantly as she used the toys beside her bed. She sadly understood these dreams were just that, unrealized fantasies. No one would ever take on her father and steal her away. She still dreamed of being saved and taken by her White Knight. It was an unrealistic fantasy ... then Steve came along.

She dreamed she was lying helpless as he claimed every inch of her. She felt him tear down all of her emotional walls, taking more than she was willing to give. He took whatever he wanted and gave her more than she imagined. She dreamed of willingly giving herself to him, without hesitation or reservation. In her fantasy she was vulnerable without embarrassment or shame, but happily felt like a real, sexual woman.

These were images that she had always had, now for the first time in her life she felt as if they might come true. Conceding that kiss to Steve was the first time she had ever given up control and he felt oh so good. The thought of meeting somebody that she wanted to surrender to was exhilarating and the thought of him taking her anyway he wanted was breathtaking.

She parked in the circular driveway of the ranch house and ran through the front door, up the staircase to her bedroom. April rapidly stripped off her dress, her bra and her panties, jumping naked on the bed. She pulled the large vibrator from her bedside stand and pressed hard against her throbbing clit. Her body was desperate for relief, but her mind still twirled thinking of that unbelievable kiss.

It didn't take long before agonizing relief rippled through her loins. Her legs lifted her hips off the bed as her body writhed in unbearable ecstasy, but it wasn't enough. She kept the vibrator pressed against her clit as waves of frenzied bliss tore through her body. She came again and again, but her body's rapture didn't satisfy her hearts and souls desire.

April fell back to the bed with her vibrator still humming beside her. Her body still quivered from multiple wildly jubilant orgasms, but she was still strangely dissatisfied. The promise held in Steve's kiss blistered her mind and haunted her soul. Now she knew that she had to go back, she had to see him again.

With her legs quivering beneath her she got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to run a bath. As she lay in the water letting the heat soak into her tired body she tried to get a hold of her emotions. She decided that her imagination was running away with her. Yes it was a rousing kiss, but nothing could be as good as what she remembered.

She felt as if she was setting herself up for a huge disappointment, because no man could live up to her imagination's expectations. Still, she had to go see him and just confirm her worst fears. She had to know that he was just like all the others. Once she had made her decision, her smile started to grow on her face. She had to figure out what she was going to wear, because she was going to devastate him. She had to take back control and let him know that this was her town. She was the queen here.

As she got out of the bath again she was happy. She knew she was going to rock him back on his heels and take back control. As she started rifling through her clothes and her smile broadened. She was going to show him that no one dominated April. She was going to choose her skimpiest most decadent outfit and watch him drool as she teased and tantalized him from across the room. His kisses were dangerous, so she was going to stay away from his devastating mouth, but she was going to make him ache for her instead.

She wrapped herself in her short satin robe and went into the kitchen for a late lunch or an early dinner. The refrigerator was full of their household staples; chili and BBQ. She scooped some of the chili and a pan and began heating it up and added some smoked beef brisket just for a little extra flavor. As the food simmered, filling the kitchen with its smoky spicy smell, she started planning her taunting tease.

She felt like a provocative outfit would begin the intimidation. She knew how men looked at her and if she turned up the heat she knew he would be drooling within a couple of seconds of seeing her. Only when she had him where she wanted him would she turn and haughtily flounce away leaving him simmering in his desire. April had done this many times before and knew how to turn a man into a hungry mass of quivering desire.

Secretly she hoped he would challenge her and strip away her haughty arrogance. What she really wanted was for him to turn the tables, turning her into a quivering mass of desire, but experience told her that wouldn't happen. Experience told her no mortal male could resist her when she was in full seductive mode. She had always hoped to meet a strong man, one stronger than her and one that would finally pin her down forcing her to feel the bliss she always craved. As much as she hoped he would, she knew Steve wouldn't resist her either.

She didn't bother to scoop the chili into a serving bowl, but instead just ate it out of the pan. This was her comfort food and the hot, spicy, smoky taste was pleasing to the tongue. The chili filled her stomach with a warm spicy heat that somehow seemed to support her. Her belly was simmering with erotic heat and heat from the chili. When she finished she dropped the pan in the sink and went back upstairs to take a quick nap.

Her plan was firmly imbedded in her mind and she allowed herself a three-hour nap before she had to start getting ready. About six hours from now April knew she would be standing in front of Steve watching his eyes bug out as she flaunted her craftily exposed body. Steve was different from all the rest and the butterflies in her stomach dampened her confidence, but she was certain that he would succumb to her charms like everyone else.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 04



Chapter 7

After April left Steve lay back on the bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was impossible. Since he arrived everything in this town seemed to revolve around April. Why was she on the road last night and what was her purpose of coming here this afternoon? He didn't have the answers to any of those questions and they bothered him enough to keep him from sleeping.

Her kiss had affected him as well and as he lay in bed he relived how her soft supple body felt in his arms. He remembered how her nibbling lips and hungry tongue felt in his mouth. He knew he had given just as much as she and he felt her responding to his kisses. Beneath her spoiled and petulant surface lay a passionate heart, waiting to be set free.

Given a chance he would love to replace her smug smile with a look of devastating passion. However, he knew she could be a dangerous woman; she was smart, driven and incredibly gorgeous with almost unlimited wealth. If he saw her again he would need to be very careful and his instinct told him they were definitely going meet again.

About 5:30 in the afternoon Steve gave up trying to rest so he got up, took a shower and dressed for dinner. He dressed simply in a long sleeve polo shirt, jeans and his leather bomber jacket. In deference to the area he wore his snakeskin cowboy boots. He walked down the grand staircase and moseyed over to the customer service counter.

A young lady who could be Catarina's twin was behind the desk, but her name tag said her name was Consuelo. Steve's curiosity got the best of them so his first question was, "Do you have a sister working here?"

She smiled a mysterious, conspiratorial little smile and said, "So I see you've already met my sister Catarina. Yes we are twin sisters."

"Well you are both very beautiful and be honest I'm not sure I could tell you apart."

Consuelo blushed slightly and giggled as she said, "I know, we play tricks on people all the time and they let us get away with it. Is there anything I can help you with Mr. McKinny?"

Steve is a little taken aback that she knew who he was, but rushed forward anyway, "I was just wondering if you had any recommendations for places to eat around town?"

Consuelo ducked behind the counter and brought out a one-page photocopied map of Alpine. When she stood several additional buttons on her blouse had been undone. She first circled the hotel then began drawing lines to outlying areas, "If you like barbecue you have the Texas Fusion." She completed the line to a location about three blocks away. "If you like Italian we have La Trattoria over here or we have family-owned Mexican or Chinese places on every other street corner."

She started handing the maps Steve, but as he reached for it she pulled back towards counter at the same time she leaned way over-the-counter. As she leaned over-the-counter the top buttons of her already low cut blouse opened wide threatening to spill her breasts all over-the-counter. What magnificent breasts they were too with their firm, full bounty making quite an eye full.

Steve had been reaching for the map, but was stunned at the sudden turn of events. He froze halfway to the map with his eyes jumping between the delectable offering on the counter and her eyes. His mind shut down for a second and he had no idea what to say, but thankfully Consuelo filled in the gap.

"After you've had your dinner and you're ready for dessert my sister and I are available to liven up your evening. Maybe even a Latina hat trick." Consuelo leaned forward even further uncovering the pink edges of her breasts aureole.

Steve was still frozen halfway to the map when she began speaking. His eyes were still glued to the delicious site displayed on the counter, but when she mentioned dessert and hat trick his eyes lifted to confirm that she was kidding. She wasn't, and her eyes had a smoky lustful stare making sure that he knew this was a real offer.

Consuelo licked her lips sensually, "We have this great recipe that involves a blue vein sausage smothered in rich tasteful Spanish honey." Her smoky eyes were filled with promise as she ended, "Our recipes are very flexible, but when we share I can guarantee you will leave satisfied."

Steve slowly closed the remaining distance to the counter and gently removed the map from her fingers. He laid the map on the counter as he leaned over with his lips slowly advancing towards hers. He stared into her golden eyes as his tongue slowly caressed her lips. At the same time his fingers toyed with her décolletage teasing her exposed breasts.

She sucked in a large breath then softly moaned at the dual assault. Her eyes were on fire as his fingers dipped underneath her dress and scraped her turgid nipple. She continued to stare at him as her lips parted inviting him to explore her mouth. Steve kissed across her cheek and gently nibbled her ear as he whispered, "Thank you for the delicious offer, but I must decline. After dinner I'm going to the Marfa lights, so it will be late when I get back."

Consuelo shivered as his lips and breath tickled her ear, but that quickly morphed into a lusty moan as his fingers pinched her nipple. He slowly stood up stepping back from the counter leaving her shaking with the sudden turn of events. Her face was filled with desire, her nipples throbbing beneath her blouse and her womanly folds swimming in her juices. The seductress had been seduced.

Steve picked up the map of the counter, giving a slight nod to the still frozen Consuelo before he thanked her for her help. He turned and walked out the front door and only then did Consuelo stand up. She took a deep cleansing breath stressing her already strained blouse and yet another button popped open. She picked up the phone, punched in several numbers and when someone answered on the other hand she said, "He's going to the Marfa lights after dinner."

Consuelo took a wobbly step backwards and sat heavily on the stool behind the counter. She took a shaky breath trying to forget about his tender tongue and naughty fingers, but forgetting proved more difficult than she thought.

Steve decided a good meal of Texas barbecue sounded good, so he headed off to the Texas Fusion. He found it right where Consuelo's map had told him it would be and he was early enough where the crowds weren't horrific. The sign at the entrance told him to sit anywhere he pleased, so he chose a table at the back of the restaurant. Here he was out of the way and figured he could enjoy a leisurely dinner.

He was sitting for only a few minutes when a tiny redheaded woman sidled up to his table. Her face had a rainbow of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The name badge on her tight fitting blouse read Grace. Her green eyes gave her a beautiful Irish look and when she spoke her lilting accent hinted that's where she might actually be from. "What can I get you to drink honey?"

Steve changed his opinions and thought maybe she had been born in Ireland, but she had lived in Texas long enough to pick up all the colloquialisms. Steve looked into her eyes and ordered, "A tall glass of water with some lemon and a Dos Equis Amber with lime."

The waitress gave him a saucy smile and said, "Good choice hun, I'll be right back!"

She turned and walked away swinging her delightful hips as she went. The motion drew his eyes and he noticed her long legs, taut and a delicious ass all encased in a pair of painted on jeans. Steve shook his head as he realized, Alpine had a wide array very beautiful women.

Steve sat staring out the window for a few minutes until he felt people staring at him. He looked around the restaurant and saw stealthy glances pointing his way as people talked in hushed tones. All the waitresses surrounded Grace and he could see her blushing as several of them talked to her. He was definitely not used to being the cause of the small-town gossip, but he tried to look away and mind his own business.

A few minutes later Grace came up to his table with a tall glass of water and lemon sticking out of it, in one hand. In the other hand the tall ice-cold frosty mug of amber beer with a lime perched on the rim. Steve nodded and looked into Grace's eyes as he said, "Thank you, Grace, that beer looks really good right now."

Grace looked at him and glanced back over her shoulder at all the waitresses. They were waving their hands in obvious sign telling her to go for it. She turned back around and cocked her hips to the side and said, "That's not the only thing that looks good in here."

Steve noticed as she turned back around to her blouse was unbuttoned way below her breasts. Her white freckled chest glaringly displayed against her dark-colored blouse. He knew her blouse had not been that way before. As he looked back up to her face he saw her cheeks were red, but her eyes were bright with excitement.

As he looked at her not sure what to do next, she stammered, "I have a special I can offer you tonight. We could share a tube steak burrito smothered a special female nectar."

Steve saw her face turn bright red and he had bet all the other waitresses had put her up to this. Steve pulled one of the other chairs close to his and patted it softly saying, "Grace could you sit with me for a few minutes?"

She slowly sat in the chair with her face getting redder by the second. Steve heard a small cheer from the other waitresses and as he looked over they began to scatter. Steve turned his attention back to Grace and said, "Grace, could you tell me what's really going on here? You're the third woman that has propositioned me since I've been here, and trust me, that never happens."

Grace looked down embarrassed and mumbled, "I knew I wasn't pretty enough for you."

Steve put his finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking into his eyes. Then he whispered, "You are very beautiful and sexy woman. Any man would be honored to have you in his arms, but that's not what's going on here. I want you to tell me what's going on, why did the waitresses want you to make a pass at me."

Grace smiled sheepishly and said, "Well Mr. McKinny, you are about the closest thing to a celebrity we've had in a long time. Nothing ever happens in this town and then suddenly April Hunt is kidnapped, and you save her. That makes you the most exciting man that's come to this town and long time."

Steve looked at her and smiled, "That's not the whole story is it?"

Grace looked a little more comfortable, "For a woman, trying to compete against April Hunt is like trying to take Brad Pitt from Angelina Jolie. Princess April can have any man she wants and the fact that she came to your hotel room today tells all of us that she wants you."

Steve had a shocked look on his face. April's and his movements were under the intense scrutiny of the very active rumor mill and everybody knew his every move. Grace smiled a little bit more and said, "She's our version of the Royals and everyone tracks her movements like a hawk. Likewise, every woman here and wants to take a shot at besting April. If one of us could get the man that she wants, well, we would be a rock star in this town."

Grace leaned in closer and whispered, "None of us know what happened in the hotel room this afternoon, but everyone knew that April was shaken. She had gone into your room her arrogant spoiled self, but when she came out she was just a girl. You're the only man that any of us had ever seen stand up to her and put her in her place."

"To all of us that means you're exceptionally special. You don't cave in to her rich beautiful persona and you're looking for something deeper. Like I said we don't know what happened, but it was something special and a lot of us are looking for special."

They sat together huddled in silence for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes until Steve lifted his hand and cupped her face. He swept his thumb gently across her cheek as he said, "Thank you, Grace for telling me all of this and for your bravery, but I'm only here for a couple of days. It wouldn't be fair to anyone if we should get involved."

Grace looked at him for a second with a look of astonishment on her face. "I can really see why April was so taken by you. You are a very strong, imposing and dominant man, but one that also has a sensitive side and knows how to treat a lady. It's very rare in these parts." Grace stared at him wistfully for a few seconds and Steve could tell she didn't want to give up on him yet.

Grace pulled her chair little bit closer pressing her breasts into his arm. She looked at him with her best adoring and impassioned look. Then in a seductively hopeful voice said, "If you changed your mind you know where I am and I guarantee you'll never regret it if you come for me." She sat up straighter in her chair and in a more professional voice ask, "What would you like to eat Mr. McKinny?"

Steve sat up with all complements, but chose to only address her last question. "Grace, I'll leave that up to you. Bring me whatever your best dish is and thank you for talking to me."

Grace got up put her chair back where it belonged then went back to the kitchen with all the waitresses trailing wanting to know what happened. Steve nursed his beer for about a half-hour until Grace brought out a huge platter of food and a second beer. As she set the plate in front of him Steve noticed she had not buttoned up her blouse. The view allowed him a tantalizing glimpse at her small, but delicate and perky breasts.

Grace saw his eyes fixed on her chest and wiggled just a little bit to give him a better view. After their discussion the pressure was off and he was just a very nice guy that she enjoyed being around. When he finally looked back up into her eyes she explained what the food was, "This massive piece of meat over here is actually a Bison rib. This piece on the side is barbecued Elk and the last piece is a bighorn sheep sausage. Then there is of course, the obligatory beans, toast and slaw."

Steve looked back up into Grace's eyes and said, "Thank you this looks very delicious and different." Steve's hand wrapped around Grace's shoulders and brought her face even closer. When she was close enough his lips brushed her cheek in an almost brotherly kiss. "Thank you for the honest conversation and genuine company."

Grace blushed a little bit as a huge grin split her face and she happily skipped away back to the kitchen. Steve dug in to the food with every bite being more incredible than the last. He definitely needed to put this on his list of fantastic restaurants. Everything was deliciously different, but with enough familiarity to make it comfort food.

Steve felt stuffed to the gills when he was finally finished and when Grace returned to ask about dessert he declined. When he asked for the check Grace told him there was none. He gave her a confused look then she told him that the Hunt family owned the restaurant and his meal was complimentary. He had no idea how much the meal should of cost, but he dropped two twenty dollar bills on the table for Grace as he walked out.

Steve took a slow walk around the town noticing that most of the shops were beginning to close. He made a slow meandering walk back to the hotel and tried to sneak through one of the side doors in an effort to avoid the twins. He made it up to his room pausing only to grab all of his camera gear and exited to the parking area to find his car.

The drive to the Marfa was about 45 minutes and he was not in a hurry so he just moseyed through the streets until he got to the highway. His Road trip CD was still in the player and Sheena Easton's Strut was playing and while he like the song he wasn't in the mood right now. At the next red light he sifted through his CD case and decided a Moody Blues compilation fit his mood right now. He popped it in just before the light turned green.

The strains of Nights in White Satin from The Moody Blues were in full swing as he turned onto highway 90 heading towards Marfa. Steve still had several hours before the Marfa lights were supposed to appear, so whenever he found a side road he did a little exploring. He wound up getting several spectacular pictures of the mountains glowing in the sunset.

By the time he reached Marfa he was mellowed out and ready to see what the Marfa lights were all about. Steve followed the signs to the official viewing platform where supposedly the Marfa lights could be seen. There were three other cars there as he setup his tripod and camera and the other people there had cameras setup on tripods.

The Marfa lights appear a couple of hours after sunset and they were supposed to be these ghostly visions that float over the landscape. They appear to be balls of light roughly head high and could be white, yellow, red, orange and sometimes blue or green. They occur year-round and at different times of the night. The apparitions sometimes float across the landscape and other times they dart quickly from point-to-point.

The studies of the lights have found a correlation with the traffic on the nearby highway 67. Many have implied that it is some kind of reflection of car lights on the highway, but Steve thought they just made really interesting photos. With a long exposure on his camera they would paint themselves into different surreal pictures. They made lots of very cool pictures with lights flashing over the ghostly landscape and that's what Steve was hoping for.

In the waning hours after sunset as the time approached for the lights to appear, Steve saw a car approach the parking area. Strangely enough he didn't park in the area but stayed at least 100 to 200 yards away. Steve wondered if this is the local that knew better vantage point and started to wander over to that position. He was about half way to the other car when the lights began appearing and Steve rushed back to his camera. He began frantically taking several pictures and in this case he decided to use his new digital SLR camera instead of the film.

In the car parked at the back of the lot, was a gentleman that had his rifle and scope trained on Steve's back. The gentleman was still wearing his Stetson and ostrich Lucchese boots. When Steve started walking towards him, he was afraid he may just have to end it all right here. Fortunately, Steve turned back and he had time to ponder the situation.

His plan to discredit Steve as a kidnapper and woman abuser had not gone the way he wanted it to. The god damn sheriff hadn't even locked him up for Christ sakes. If he couldn't discredit him then he needed to kill him. The discreditation action was cleaner and he had really hoped that would work, but it looked like it hadn't.

He rested his rifle on the passenger window sighting on Steve. He waited to see if some of the other photographers would leave before Steve did and sure enough one by one they all left leaving Steve alone. Once everyone except Steve was gone he began his shooting procedure. First sighting in, controlling his breathing and as he began to squeeze the trigger his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

The vibration in his pants perked up the hackles on his neck and scared the tar out of him. He almost jerked on the trigger sending his bullet careening off into the distance. Fortunately, he pulled his finger away in time before the round went off. He pulled the rifle from the window and looked at his cell phone. The caller ID said it was the Holland hotel and so he answered it brusquely.

On the other end was a hushed female voice, "This is Consuelo, April just went up to Mr. McKinny's room. She bribed me to give her a key so she could wait for him in the room. What do you want me to do about it?"

He thought for a few minutes then said, "Let's let it play out Consuelo and see where this goes."

He ended the call, picked up his rifle and ejected around from his rifle. Slid the rifle back into the case and put it on the back seat of his car. He quickly turned the engine on and headed back towards Alpine. On the way back he began pondering what this new development meant and where he could go from here.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 04



It looked like April was somehow smitten with this McKinny character and since he hadn't been cleared from the kidnapping maybe she is still in play. If that's the case he needed to change his surveillance from McKinny to April. So if he watched April, then Steve would show up. When Steve touched April he knew he could turn the whole town against him. Once that happened his reputation would be destroyed.

Once the last car left Steve was left with nothing but pure darkness around him and unfortunately that meant the Marfa lights had stopped as well. He gathered his gear, loaded it into his Cobra and began to trip back to Alpine. He decided to continue his mellow music and this time put in a jazz compilation. As he pulled onto the highway the playful music of Dave Grusin's Mountain Dance began to frolic through the speakers.

The night was pitch black with the Cobra rumbling underneath him and beautiful music blaring through the speakers. Life was good. He was glad he had made this side trip to Big Bend.

Chapter 8

Steve opened the door to his room and froze. After everything else that had happened today he should have expected it, but April sitting on the foot of his bed was an awe-inspiring sight. She had gone all out in her seduction, and it would be impolite for him not to acknowledge her effort. So he gawked for the appropriate amount of time with his eyes opened wide staring and his mouth hanging open in astonishment. She stood as the door opened giving him full effect of her outfit.

April was wearing a beige suede vest that barely covered the bottoms of her breasts. There was a very large gap between the two panels leaving most of the insides of her breasts exposed. Steve could see the pink of her aureoles peeking out the edges of the vest. The panels were held together with a single leather tie. The closure seemed very fragile and with one tug or even a deep breath, her breasts would be set free.

The bottom was made of the same beige suede material and was an extremely sexy loincloth. The same type of string that was holding her vest closed was holding up a large narrow piece of fabric. The string had a bow resting high on each hip with the weight of the material pulling the string taut as the material drooped down very close to her womanly slot. The fabric was snug running between her legs and draped over the top front and back of the string, hanging almost to the floor. Her narrow waist allowed the string to sit comfortably on her womanly hips, but the high cut narrowed the strip of fabric to one that barely covered her pussy and ass.

April was devastatingly sexy, with only a few strips of fabric keeping her from being completely nude. The whole outfit gave the illusion of being precariously suspended on her body and it would fall off the slightest misstep. However, the teasing smile on April's face told him that wouldn't happen. Her tight, tanned, silky skin glistened in the lamplight with her athletic figure sexily displayed. Steve couldn't ever remember seeing a woman dressed so erotically provocative. Yet, she was elegantly regal at the same time. All she needed was a headdress to the fit the part of a Mayan Princess.

As April shifted her hips from side to side, Steve's eyes rose to her face and he knew this was a tease. He could tell from her eyes that she wanted to blow his mind and truth be known she did. However, Steve recovered enough of his wits and knew what was going on.

When Steve entered the room April's heart leapt and the astonished look on his face told her everything was happening exactly the way she had predicted. She was now back in control and she was going to tease him until he begged for a kiss. Her stunning figure had mesmerized him, just as she knew it would. A teasing smirk crossed her face as he stood frozen in the doorway. She rocked her hips in a seductive belly dance in an effort to tease him just a little bit more.

Now she knew she had him just where she wanted, but his hot gaze was having its effect on her as well. His eyes felt like molten caresses crawling over her skin and her body instinctually responded. April was trying to squash her body's response making sure she was in control, not him. Still she felt butterflies in her stomach and an ache deep inside to feel more.

She put a seductive pout on her face, took a few steps towards him rocking her hips alluringly as she came. A twinkle came to her eye as she said, "Don't you like what you see?"

She lifted her hands above her head exposing an additional bottom half of her breasts, with her legs and belly tightening as she struck a ballet pose. "All of this could be yours!"

Steve let the door slam shut behind him gently set all of his camera equipment on the floor. With a hard look of determination he quickly closed the distance between them.

When he closed the door and set down his camera equipment, April shimmied her hips trying to tease him even more. When he straightened after setting down his camera equipment, his face had a fierce almost predatory look. As he strode towards her the smirk vanished from her face and her eyes opened wide in fear. It suddenly dawned on her that she was virtually naked, alone in a strange man's bedroom and he could do anything he wanted. As he came within her personal space she took a panicked step backwards. However, her heels caught in the carpet and she started to fall.

Steve kept his gluttonous look on his face, but inside he smiled as her look of teasing confidence turned into one of terror. As she started to fall backwards his right hand caught her shoulder. Meanwhile, his left hand snaked behind her head weaving his fingers through her hair at the nap of her neck. As she regained her balance the hand that was buried in her hair closed into a fist full of hair, mobilizing her head.

In a very dominant and controlling move his hand yanked her head backwards, forcing her to look at the ceiling. Her mouth fell open in surprise and that was the opening he wanted as his lips descended on hers. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and the air from her lungs, leaving her light headed, agitated and aroused all at once.

April was happy that he caught her when she started to fall, but when he knotted his fist in her hair she felt something desperately primal in her gut. She felt like a cave woman being claimed by her mate and it was all very carnal and primitive. Her arms that had been wind milling behind her trying to recover her balance now came forward with her fists beating on his chest.

His thick solid muscle didn't give an inch against her tiny fists. She felt as if she was hitting a brick wall and the arm controlling her head was like a band of steel. Her mind was spinning in a thousand different directions. She knew she had to get away and her fists continued to pound against this immovable hunk of man. At the same time she felt a primitive craving inside her and she didn't want him to stop. It was all very carnal with her greedy body demanding the physically wanton treatment. His aggression was strangely raw, pure and wildly untamed yet sensuous.

As Steve's mouth continued to devastate her lips and tongue, while drawing the air from her lungs, his other hand began caressing her silky naked skin. His hand started at her hip crossing her naked belly climbing towards her barely veiled breasts. To April, his caresses were like liquid fire making her hips squirm as the craving inside her continued to build. His caresses were soft and gentle while demanding and forcing her body to respond by giving its smoldering consent.

Inside her head April was screaming, "No, no, no, this can't be happening and I can't let him take me like this." The same time her body yearned for him to continue, arching her body into his hands demanding more. Then his hand caressed up under her vest caressing and palming her breast. Her hands stopped fighting him and gripped his shoulders passionately. She moaned erotically into his mouth and her back arched feeding more of her breast into his hand.

When his forefinger and thumb closed and squeezed on her nipple, all was lost. White-hot bolts of blistering fire ripped through her body leaving her lost in her rapturous agony. Her back arched even more demanding he continue. Her mouth tore away from his voracious kiss gasping and gulping for air, while at the same time whimpering and moaning blissfully. April's knees were shaking and she was thankful he was still holding her or else she would've sagged to the floor.

Steve pulled his face away from her and looking at her he knew he had conquered her haughty attitude, at least for now. Her eyes were half lidded and crossed; while her mouth hung slack jawed. Her cheeks were flushed with her lips red and swollen. Her chest heaved trying to get air back in her lungs and fighting the fire inside her. Her hard thrusting nipples threatened to burst out of the vest and her hips weaved a sensual dance pleading for satisfaction.

On the outside Steve remained strict and authoritarian, but inside, her little show of lusty fire fanned the flames inside him. If there had been other circumstances, he would have ripped off her clothes and fucked her until she screamed his name. Steve loosened his grip in April's hair and pulled his hands from her. As her eyes began to focus on his, he ask, "Is that the kind of reaction you expected?"

April's mind was still lost in the fog of desire, while his kisses and caresses still vibrated her body like a guitar string. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she stammered, "I ...Ugh ... Came to ...Ugh ... Thank ... Ugh..."

Steve cut her off and said, "April, I know you're here to tease and you have no intention of following through on anything. You're here because I took command of our kiss earlier today and you can't stand someone having any power over you."

She slowly came out of her fog and settled in front of him. He had just nailed it and he knew exactly what she was trying to do. She had to recover, not let him know he was right, then still teach him a lesson. First order of business was denial, "I came here to reward you for saving me, and I was going to give myself to you as the ultimate gift. You have blown that, no way you get me now!"

The second order of business was to continue this seduction and make him pay for those remarks. "I wanted a real man to make love to me. I wanted you to make me feel things I had never felt before, but I guess I'm too much for you." April pulled on the string holding her vest together and as it parted her magnificent, mouthwatering breasts were revealed. "These could have been yours!"

She was breathing hard from both the exertion and excitement. Her breasts wobbled enticingly with her nipples thrusting like hard pencil erasers. She flipped her long hair behind her making sure her petulant show was appreciated. As April looked at Steve she expected to see him in awe of the body before displayed before him. However, he stood in front of her impassively not reacting to her little temper tantrum.

Her confidence waned a little, because she had never worked this hard, been this naked and no one had ever ignored her seductions. The third order of business was to take back control and leave him wanting. April's amused look of confident teasing haltingly reappeared as she looked Steve in the eye. His eyes were hard and demanding and for a second her teasing look faltered again, but she recovered knowing she has to win this battle.

April slowly walked to the door. The muscles of her legs rippled as she walked, while her belly undulated throwing her hips from side to side. Her breasts bounced and wobbled beckoning with their firm succulent fullness. Like any red blooded male Steve gawked at the display of female flesh being presented. He knew this was another one of her tricks, but he could still enjoy it.

She had almost reached the door before he grabbed her arm and she turned to give him a side view of her body. From this side, except for small string on her waist, everything including her breasts was spectacularly bare. Steve was not normally an ass man, but with April he could make an exception. Everything about her was in perfect proportion and that included her taut, elegantly displayed, naked ass cheeks.

Steve swung her back into his grasp and looked at her knowing everything she saying is a lie. He decided to call her bluff, "I still believe you came here in a misguided attempt to recover the control you lost this afternoon. If you're telling the truth I want you to know I don't do anything halfway."

Steve's hands began to once again sensuously stroke her naked tummy. His hands dipped underneath her loincloth sweeping over her womanly mound and rose to cup and caress her breasts. April took a deep shuddering breath as his molten caresses set fire to her already wet pussy. Steve's fingers rolled then pinched her already inflamed and distended nipples. April sucked her breath through her teeth, hissing as her back arched in a plea for more.

She tried to keep her face impassive, but Steve could tell his hands were having the desired effect. He continued his maddening nipple play as her chest heaved and her belly undulated as blistering erotic anguish controlled her body. His other hand gently cupped her face with his thumb sweeping caresses across her cheek.

While he looked deep into her eyes he said, "If you did really come here to give yourself to me as the ultimate gift then I will accept, but not now. Tomorrow night you're going to give yourself to me ... All of you. Whatever I want to do, you will do it. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I intend to leave you ravaged, vulnerable, and unable to think. By the time we make love I will know what you need and you will not be able to hide from me. You will accept my will, because you know that you belong to me and I will make it impossible for any other man to satisfy you."

While his fingers continued to torment her electrified body April felt her blood boiling at his words and his promises. No one had ever talked to her this way, but others had promised to fuck her like that. Everyone had been a disappointment and most never even given her a single orgasm. However, Steve had a determination and confidence that made her yearn to feel his best effort.

Steve continued, "This is no small undertaking because the defenses you have built are high and strong, but I will keep my word no matter how long it takes. There will be fear and pain in tearing down your defenses. Your body and mind will be under my control and by the end of the night you will have no limits or boundaries left."

"I'm going to make you feel things for me that you have never felt with any other man and you will want no other by the time I finish. There'll be fear of what you've never seen or felt, but you are safe with me and I will protect you. I promise before the dawn breaks on the next morning you will be mine and you'll be ruined for any other."

His lips moved close to hers, slowly closing the distance. She felt his hot breath washing over her face and she knew he meant every word he said. The heat between her legs was a testament to the one simple truth; she wanted this. She wanted the dominance, the release he promises and the bliss he was guaranteeing. He was promising her everything she desired and dreamed of, but she was scared. Could she really do this, give herself to him, trust him and allow him to control her.

She was a strong woman with beauty, confidence and grace. She knew ultimately he could never take who she was, but a night like he was promising was something she had only dreamt of. As she looked into his eyes she yearned to be taken beyond her fears abyss. She needed him to break her, hurt her and own her, and afterwards she wanted him to love and cherish her.

Steve's hands continued sending ripples of red-hot fire across her skin as he caressed her. His eyes mesmerized her and she couldn't look away as he concluded, "I will give you the day to think of it and if you call me I will take you places you've never been. You call tomorrow and tell me to stop if you want something different. April, once I start I will never stop until I have made you mine. So leave now and give me your decision tomorrow."

When he finished talking, April's confident look of teasing amusement had long sense vanished. Her face registered total astonishment, desire and surprise. She was standing here virtually naked, with a centerfold body erotically wrapped and on full display. She knew she was every man's wet dream, so why was he ordering her out? Her... April Hunt ... the richest and most beautiful woman in the area ... was being kicked out! This had never happened, and he should be groveling at her feet right now. What happened?

The whole point of her visit had been to regain control after that arousing kiss, but somehow he had ripped it away from her. However, he had gone beyond taking back control, because she was quivering inside ready for him to take her in a primal mating dance. She had never wanted anything more than to feel him unleash his carnal passion on her body and mind.

April held out her hands and in a lusty whimper said, "Bind me, take me now and don't wait until tomorrow."

Steve knew that imagination and anticipation were powerful aphrodisiacs and they were the strongest tools in his arsenal. By the time he arrived tomorrow she would be a quivering mass of womanly passion, with anticipation ruling her body. Allowing her to dream and imagine what the night would entail would have her more explosive than a box of TNT.

However, there was also a chance she could back out, but he needed to give her time to reach her own conclusions. Steve knew she was a strong woman and pushing her would do no good, she had to want this. She had to ask him to take her and he knew he could not conquer her until she desired it. If she wanted it, their night would be unlike any either one of the had experienced

Steve reached behind him and pulled her coat from the chair wrapping it around her shoulders. He looked softly into her eyes as he buttoned the top buttons of her coat and gently said, "Tomorrow my love, tomorrow all your dreams will come true ... If you want them." Steve looked seriously into her eyes and said, "April there is one rule, you cannot have an orgasm until I'm there to give it to you. You can tease yourself all you want in anticipation, but you cannot make yourself cum. Do you understand April?"

April looked deeply into his eyes knowing that he meant this. She didn't know how she could do this because her plan was already to go home and put her vibrators to good use. She knew he would never know, so she slowly nodded her head.

The deception was plain for anyone to see and it was written all over her face. Steve grabbed her chin and a vice like grip and in a menacing tone ordered, "Don't you ever lie to me April. I will know, just like I know right now that you had no intention of living up to my rule. So once again April will you live up to the one rule I have given you?"

April looked up with him with fear in her eyes. There was fear of punishment, but mostly there was fear that he wouldn't make love to her like he had promised. She didn't know how he could tell she was lying, but she could tell he did know. She rubbed her cheek against his palm and softly whispered, "Yes Steve, I promise to live up to your rule!"

"Thank you, my beautiful April. Obey the rules and tomorrow night will be a night you will never forget." Steve leaned down, gently using his tongue to caress her lips and when she opened her mouth to accept his tongue he pulled away. "Remember, you will give yourself to me ... Completely!"

Steve opened the door and gently ushered April into the hallway. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "Tomorrow night my love, tomorrow I will take you to heaven."




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 04



April began to wander down the hall as if in a trance. Her mind was in a passionate fog and her body trembled with unrequited lust. She had never felt like this in her entire life and never wanted anything more. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, her decision had already made.

If he made her feel this way with just a few caresses and kisses, what would tomorrow bring? She had to know, she had to feel what he promised. She would never forgive herself if she let this opportunity pass.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 05



Chapter 9 

April didn't even remember the drive home. She walked away from John's room with her body pulsing and throbbing with desperate need. Her mind was lost in an erotic fog and she drifted through the hallways of the hotel oblivious to her surroundings. She didn't even notice when the bottom of her coat flew open from a gust of wind revealing virtually nude body to any onlooker. Despite the late hour there were plenty of onlookers, and they definitely got an eyeful. 

April suddenly became aware of her surroundings as she stopped her car in front of the ranch house. She sat in the car for an additional 15 minutes before she finally walked into the house. She was trying to figure out exactly what had happened. She knew once again Steve had foiled her plans to tease him and make him grovel for her. She so wanted to put him in his place, but somehow the reverse keeps happening. 

None of that had worked out. In addition, he kicked her out of his room, refused the offer of her scintillating body and finally he had given her orders for the next day. Her body had been so electrified by his teasing touches that she had taken his banishment without complaint. Inside she had desperately wanted him to just throw her on the bed and fuck her, but she submitted even telling him yes, she would obey his rules. She had no idea what he did to her, but oh my God she had never been this turned on. Even over an hour later after their battle her nipples ached, her pussy wept and her body vibrated with need. 

April ran upstairs to her bedroom, stripping off her coat, vest and loincloth as she went. By the time she jumped on top of her bed she was gloriously naked. Her soft duvet reminded her of Steve's hands on her skin as she squirmed on the bed. She quickly opened the bedside drawer and pulled out two of her favorite vibrators. 

The first one was hard plastic and it had a deep throbbing pulse that she achingly teased her nipples or have it deep inside her slot. The other was a big, black corded, wand vibrator with a large floating head that devastated her clit whenever she used it. Her body was still tingling as she used the hard plastic vibrator to trace Steve's fingers over her body. She remembered the feel of Steve's caresses as the vibrator stoked her body's still smoldering fire. 

April worked the hard plastic vibrator through her lips sinking it deep inside her ravenous pussy. Her hips squirmed feeling the vibrator buzz inside her, and they began to lift off the bed. It was as if her hips were reaching for something and they would be reaching for the glorious rapture just out of her grasp. Her orgasm was building but it was still slow and April needed relief, so she grabbed the wand vibrator, turned it on and pressed it against her clit. 

Almost immediately her hips strained upward, reaching for her cum that was just out of sight. The combination of the vibrator inside her and the clit stimulator was overwhelming her senses. She closed her eyes as she envisioned Steve doing this to her, but then she heard his voice telling her she is not allowed to cum. She struggled mightily not wanting to give up the ecstasy that was rushing towards her, but he said not to cum. Normally she wouldn't have cared, but she wanted to feel his hands on her again. She definitely wanted to feel his meaty cock stretching and filling her pussy. 

Her hand pulled away, but only barely and she kept her orgasm hanging over the abyss. She teased herself bringing the vibrator back then pulling it away. It was an agonizing tease and one that seemed to mimic what Steve did to her. In frustration she finally pulled both vibrators from between her legs and threw them to the other side of the bed. 

She lay quivering on the bed so frustratingly close to the bliss she craved. She looked over at the vibrators thought, "How could he know?" April picked up the wand vibrator and turned it on centering it between her legs and with a jolt she was rushing towards her orgasm. She was on a runaway train to paradise. Then she remembered, he had known about every lie she had ever told him and he would know about this one. 

April yanked the vibrator away from her clit and just in time jumped off the runaway train. She was lying on the bed gasping trying to catch her breath after suffering a heart stopping orgasmic abortion. She stared at the ceiling with all of her skin tingling yet unfulfilled. She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "Steve you're going to be the death of me." 

April crawled nakedly under the covers for a torturous, erotic dream filled night, of writhing under the covers. The more she squirmed in her erotic dreams the more her highly sensitized skin rubbed against the ultra soft, high thread count sheets. Four times during the night she woke up with the intention of using her vibrators and ending her rapturous fever. Each time Steve's words rang in her head and she stopped short of her euphoric chasm. 

As the dawn broke, April put on her shorty satin robe and went to sit outside on her bedroom's balcony. The cool morning mountain air helped cool her body's fever, but her every thought was of Steve. She had no idea how he invaded her thoughts like this, but she had become obsessed with him making love to her. She was desperate for him to take her, drive her insane with lust and 1000 orgasms wouldn't be enough. 

She had only known him for two days so she couldn't be in love with him, but oh God she wanted him. Like no one else she'd ever met she needed to feel him inside her. She needed to feel his kisses with his strong arms holding her tight and never letting her go. She wanted to wake up next to him with her body sore and aching from their incessant lovemaking the night before. 

The shoe was on the other foot now. She had always used her beautiful face and succulent body to manipulate people and make them do her bidding. Sex had just been a tool she had to use to get whatever she wanted, and it was meaningless to her. If she had to show some cleavage, wear short skirt and show any thigh or even an ass cheek, it didn't matter because it was just a game. 

Once she had even had to sleep with someone to get a certain contract signed. He had been a disgusting pig, but she got the contract and the sex had been abysmal. She had to dream of the scene in one of her romance books to even get wet and make it through the sex. That had been her life, until Steve came along. 

April had always been a hopeless romantic, thinking that someday a man would come along and sweep her off her feet. She dreamt that someday a man would kiss her and her knees would go weak and tremble. The only real orgasm she ever had was using her own hands and no partner of hers had ever made her cum. She had men try, but whether it was her beauty, or power, she was too much for them and none had lasted more than a minute. 

Everything about Steve seemed to make her forget that she was April Hunt, Queen of Brewster County. Men were supposed to bow and scrape at her feet, not the other way around. April felt like a love-struck teenager around him, klutzy and tongue-tied. All of her regal grace seemed to disappear under his penetrating gaze. Steve seemed to make her forget the rules and made her long for a real man; one that would make her feel like a real woman. 

She shook her head trying to rid her thoughts of Steve's blistering kiss and perpetually stimulating hands. Tonight she would stack everything in her favor. He's coming to her house so everything will be on her terms, her domain and hopefully that will give her the edge. She was the queen here, and tonight she was going to finally make him understand who really runs this place. This was her turf and if he wanted her he would have to fight for her. Still, she wanted him to fight for her, conquer her heart and enslave her body. However, she wouldn't make it easy for him and it would be a love bout for all eternity. 

In her romance books a man would spend time finding her sensitive spots and use them to bend the heroine to his will, teasing her until she was ready to explode. In the books he would then take her, heaping piles of orgasms on her until her eyes crossed and she couldn't see straight. Steve was definitely the closest any man had come to her romantic ideal, but he hadn't even touched her yet. That would definitely happen tonight then she would see who the real winner would be. If she put him back in his place she would win, but if he did all the things he promised she still won. 

All of that was Steve's promise. The first time he kissed her he stole her breath away, and her knees went weak. Every time after that when he touched her he was like micro orgasms running through her body. Why didn't her carefully constructed armor work against him? It was like he had some kind of magic that ripped through all her protective layers of armor 

Nothing in her life had ever felt the way she did when he touched her. She wanted more of what he did for her, all of the wild emotions and he hadn't even made love to her yet. She hoped she wouldn't be disappointed, but she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come through. Every other man in her life had been a wretched disappointment when it came to love. Nevertheless, April was hopeful, because whatever it was, he had some kind of magic over her. Whether it was his rugged masculine looks, his smell or the way his hands touched her she couldn't resist him. Her mind just seemed to disappear whenever he was around. 

She looked at her cell phone and saw it was 7:30. She figured this was late enough to call him so she dialed The Holland Hotel. On the third ring it was picked up and the person answered, "Thank you for calling The Holland Hotel this is Consuelo how may I help you?" 

April knew Consuelo to be an unbelievable flirt, but she was a nice enough girl, "Consuelo, this is April Hunt and I would like to speak to Steve McKinny please." 

In a lilting voice Consuelo said, "I'm sorry Ms. Hunt Mr. McKinny left early this morning to take some pictures. Would you like to leave a message or for me to call his cell phone and conference you to the phone?" 

April thought for second then replied, "No Consuelo, you don't need to bother him but please give him the following message. John, regarding our conversation last night, I would love for you to come to my ranch house for dinner at 5:30." 

April was about to hang up when she realized John had no idea where her ranch house was. So she asked Consuelo, "Consuelo do you know where my ranch house is and can you provide directions to Mr. McKinny?" 

"I think I do Ms. Hunt, but to be on the safe side, why don't you send the directions to the Holland Hotel in an email and I will make sure that he gets them." 

April thought that was a good compromise and hung up. Next she left an order for barbecue to be delivered from Texas Fusion, sent the email directions and crawled in bed for a couple more hours sleep. Hopefully, if tonight goes the way she dreamed she will need the rest. 

After her nap, the rest of April's day was spent getting ready for Steve. The families cleaning staff kept the house spotless. However, April had strewn her clothes on the staircase and down the hall in her haste to get undressed last night, so she had those things to pick up. She also changed the sheets on her bed and sprayed a little of her perfume on the sheets and pillow. 

Now came the hard part; her ensemble for the evening. April didn't quite empty everything in her closet, but she came very close. She narrowed all of her choices down to about eight outfits and one by one tried them on. Each one was sensual and seductive, but some were more elegant than others. As she tried on her different dresses 'The Steve Fever', as she was calling it now, came back. 

With each outfit she imagined Steve's reaction and each imagined reaction made 'The Steve Fever' blossom anew. Her stomach had butterflies and her skin tingled with each new outfit. All day her nipples stayed hard and her pussy was red, swollen and slick. She was nervous, excited, titillated and horny as the afternoon wore on and nothing seemed to dissipate her nervous excitement. The anticipation was killing her, but unbeknownst to her that was exactly the way Steve wanted it. 

Chapter 10 

Steve set his alarm for 3 AM and when he woke up he was groggy. April's show last night had more of an impact on him than he let on. Damn she was one of the most gorgeous women he's ever seen and the outfit last night was pure sex. The only reason he was able to walk away was because of his ex-wife. 

She had used her body and sex as a weapon to control or manipulate him. Anytime he tried to rein in her extravagant spending she would use her body to make him forget all about it. In their years together he had learned how to turn the tables and he had even studied under local BDSM master. 

By the time the divorce was finished he had mastered the arts of restraint, teasing and even pain to control her leaving her passionately begging for release. Dealing with April was almost like dealing with his ex-wife, but there was one huge difference. 

People in town had told him of the good deeds that she had done. She volunteers to take care of children at the hospital and conversely takes care of the elderly in their homes. April was giving and generous with both her time and money. She was the sole support for many of the charitable institutions in Alpine. All of her false bravado, spoiled pride and slutty attempts at seduction hid a very kind, honorable and selfless woman. 

She was used to getting everything she wanted and was horrifically self-indulgent. Relationships seem to be almost nonexistent for her. None of the men dared ask her out and the women didn't like being around her much either. He would almost be willing to bet there was a very lonely girl inside that beautiful womanly shell begging to get out. There was a noble, altruistic and benevolent woman inside; he just had to find a way to let her out. 

April intruded into his dreams all night long and if she called back tomorrow he was determined to give her the full court press. He would almost be willing to bet that few if any man had ever really made love to her or given her an orgasm. Well, that is going to change tomorrow night. He was determined to tease her until she turned into a dazzling and quivering mass of womanly flesh. No matter what it took, he was determined to make her plead and beg before he showed her what paradise could really look like. 

It was not as if he wanted to punish her or hurt her in any way, but he wanted to see the real April, not the one she shows to the public. He might have to break her down some, just to make sure she's open enough to really feel the passion she should be living. While her outward appearance was much like his ex-wife, there is something very beautiful inside her aching to get out. Before the night is over, he wanted to see that giving heart and generous soul that he knew was her private self. 

As the alarm went off in the morning he didn't bother to take a shower or do anything else because he knew he would do that when he got back. The objective was to get down to the mountains and the Rio Grande River before sunrise. Then he would spend at least 2 to 3 hours taking as many pictures as he could in the soft morning light. He should be back to the hotel by early afternoon. 

Steve quickly jumped into his jeans and a shirt, grabbed all of his camera equipment and headed out the door. He stopped at the front desk to see if they might possibly have some coffee. The night auditor was there and they even had a thermos they could offer him. He gratefully added that stuff to his pile of equipment and went out to his car where he loaded everything into the Cobra. He was now ready to search for the sunrise. 

Just before he left he flipped through his CD case and pulled out another one of his driving compilations. As he backed out of his parking spot Mike and the Mechanics, All I Need Is a Miracle started pumping through his car speakers. As he passed the Alpine city limits sign the song faded out and INXS, Suicide Blonde took its place with his foot starting to press on the gas feeling heavy. Stevie Ray Vaughn came on next with Love Struck Baby and his foot only got heavier. The Cobra's heavy throated growl mellowed into a contented purr as it was allowed to stretch its legs. 

With the windows down and the night air blowing in his face Steve felt free and exhilarated. With the tachometer only at 3000 RPM and the speedometer at 90 miles an hour the Cobra still had much more to give. However, all the night critters are out roaming the roads as well and he didn't want to hit anything tonight. 

As Highway 118 started entering the Big Bend area Steve took a right hand turn onto Highway 170. He decided to start his morning at the Big Bend Ranch State Park instead of the National Park. The state park parallels the Rio Grande River and would provide him with more opportunities for gorgeous sunrise pictures. 

Steve had made good time and as Highway 170 veered towards the river the sky was starting to lighten behind the mountains. He saw several good opportunities, but then found the perfect spot. He had passed about five of the photographers doing the same thing, getting set up for their sunrise shots, but he had this spot all to himself. 

Steve had his camera set on his tripod and everything framed exactly the way he wanted it when the first rays of golden sunlight streamed from the horizon. Steve knew he had a few minutes and so he took advantage of the time and polished off the thermos of coffee. 

The rays of sunlight turned into brilliant oranges, yellows and pinks. For the next half hour as sunrise progressed Steve got busy taking pictures with various exposures and shutter speeds. He framed different pictures and even tried some black and white shots. Before the sunrise was completely going, he jumped in the car and drove to another location where he took a few shots of the remaining sunrise. 

With the short sunrise already gone Steve slowly wandered up and down Highway 170 taking photo after photo until he had almost reached Presidio. He turned around and at a rapid clip headed back Highway 170 until he intersected with a Highway 118 again. Here he finally entered the Big Bend National Park. He stopped at the entrance and got a map of the area that included many of the farm roads, dirt roads and even cattle trails. 

His first stop was down to the Cottonwood campground and along the way so many different kinds of birds, including a couple of roadrunners. He kept trying to get some shots of the birds, but they were little shy and uncooperative. The campground opened up to the Rio Grande River and he got a few decent shots, but he knew his decision to try the state park had been the right one. 

For the next several hours he wandered through the park until the harsh light of the sun abolished virtually any chance of good photos. It took almost another hour for him to extricate himself from all the parks back roads, but finally he was back on Highway 118 headed towards Alpine. 

About an hour outside the park he was stopped at a makeshift customs and immigration checkpoint. He guessed that this was an attempt to catch people who had crossed the border and so just as obviously he was not detained. However, the experience left him in the mood for some Spanish guitar, so he pulled out a Jesse Cook compilation. 

His fast thumping "Nuevo Flamingo" style made his foot heavy on the gas. The first song Matisse the Cat made his foot to bounce off the gas pedal and even the car responded to the beat. When the song finished Mario Takes a Walk took up the mantle and the car seemed to growl its acceptance of the fast thumping beat. 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 05



Very quickly he was back at the Alpine city limit sign and unfortunately had to slow the Cobra down. He had also been thinking a lot about April and had even called the hotel for messages. Consuelo gave him April's message, so he knew tonight was on. That had gotten him thinking about a plan to discover the real April. He was going to give her a night beyond her wildest dreams, but to do so he had to get her to open up her heart and her mind. 

She had to willingly give herself to him, but he knew there was going to be pain and tears to get her to that point. As he was pulling and Alpine he saw a tack and Saddlery shop. He knew they would have exactly what he needed for these evening's festivities. 

He spent about an hour in the shop looking testing feeling all the different implements that he might need. He finally made his purchases and stuffed them in a gym bag that he had in the car. Steve went back to the hotel and had a light lunch then retired to his room for a three hour nap. 

He left himself plenty of time to shower, shave and get all the grime from this morning's adventures off him. The directions that Consuelo had printed from April's email were fairly clear and about 5 o'clock he left for what he hoped would be an incredible night, with an incredible lady.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 06



Chapter 11 

When Peter Neri took off his Stetson and laid it on the seat next to him. Then he picked up the thermos unscrewed the lid and poured himself a small cup of coffee. Steve McKinny just arrived back from Marfa and was in the process of hauling all of his camera gear through the lobby of the Holland Hotel. Consuelo told Mister Neri that April was waiting for Steve in his room, so he was waiting for them to get to it. 

He figured once they were started they would be in there fucking for at least a couple of hours. He needed to get some pictures of the action, but thought he would wait at least a half hour until they were past the preliminaries. Fortunately, Consuelo had given him the realm with a large window right next to the fire escape. He could easily get some decent photos from that vantage point. 

The tame stuff would never send her father into one of his legendary rages, but seeing someone fuck his daughter would definitely do it. So for now he had to just chill and give their heat some time to develop. No one would ever pass up a go at April's scrumptious body, so he had no doubt there would be some fireworks tonight. He had to admit it was a strange, because April never had a boyfriend never even seemed interested in having one. However, here she was giving this McKinny character the full court press. The ways of men and women in love were strange to him. He just took whatever he wanted, but he had to admit he liked it when they struggled. 

He picked up his camera the 70D and made sure all the settings were configured for low light. He took a couple of test shots with his long lens and he slowly nodded his head, satisfied with the results. Peter scanned the lobby looking through the windows hoping to find one of the twins on duty. No such luck there seemed to be a new girl behind the desk. Oh well, he looked for anything else that might test his low light camera settings. 

Consuelo and her sister Catarina were a couple of the hottest items in this town. Both had beautifully styled black hair and brown almost golden eyes with figures that would stop traffic. Their skin almost looked like a polished maple with its beautiful umber hue, but it was their breasts that took his breath away. They were huge for such tiny girls and were the focus of every man's stare when they first met them. Of course the twins knew this and use their looks, their bodies and their breasts to their advantage. When faced with the twins most men would think with the little head between their legs. 

Peter stretched, pushing his Ostrich Lucchese boots against the floorboard. He thought it was time to start getting ready and moved to his fiber-optic lens. However as he pulled the camera from his face he saw April wobbling down the stairs. She looked drunk or drugged, but she was definitely in some kind of daze. She was wearing an overcoat that only seemed to be buttoned at the top and every step revealed a toned and beautifully naked leg. 

As he looked at his watch he was really confused. John had only been in the room for little more than 15 minutes and now April was leaving. The impassioned but dazed look on her face told him something must have happened, but what? As April neared the automatic doors they swung open sending a gust of air into the hotel. Her coat flew open like a cape revealing her spectacularly naked body underneath. 

The tops of her breasts and nipples were covered by the coat's singular button, but everything underneath was exposed to his ravenous gaze. Her loincloth was probably about the sexiest thing had ever seen. In his entire life he hadn't ever recalled seeing anything quite as sexy or erotic as April was right now. Only when the coat closed again did he remember his camera and he quickly snapped to his face hoping for another gust of wind. His prayers were answered as she stepped outside and a huge gust of wind turned her coat into a cape fluttering behind her. 

This time he was ready and he held the shutter button down running off a series of 20 shots. The wind was strong enough that the bottoms of her breasts were also revealed this time. As she slowly walked to her car, April seemed unaware of her exposure or what was happening. As she reached her car, her overcoat closed again enveloping and hiding the spectacular vision beneath. 

She absent-mindedly closed her door, started the engine and drove off. The man watching her had his camera down and was now going through the series of incredible shots. He didn't see where this would serve any purpose in discrediting Steve, but they would definitely go into his private collection. They were easily the sexiest, most provocative shots he had ever seen. 

He turned the camera off and pondered what he just seen. April had gone to his room and waited for him, obviously in that very seductive outfit. She had come down roughly 15 minutes after he had entered the room, so they didn't have any time for hanky-panky. The only conclusion he could come to was that he had turned her away. So that meant he either had some high moral code or he was gay. Either way, that put his discreditation plan in jeopardy. 

He pulled out his file on Steve McKinny, saw where he had been married and afterwards dated several other women. There was no indication he was gay. He also noticed other credit card charges to several BDSM clubs when he lived in Corpus Christi. So that ruled out a moral code of some sort. 

He absent-mindedly glanced at McKinny's window wondering what had happened in that room. He sat in his car for another 15 minutes trying to understand the dynamic between Steve and April. They were obviously very attracted to each other; in fact, he didn't ever remember seeing April so hot for anyone. So why the hell were they not up in that room fucking right now? He shook his head because he didn't have an answer right now. 

He knew he needed to get some sleep and maybe it would come to him in the morning. He put the report down, poured out the coffee and stashed his thermos while getting ready to leave. Before he is put his camera up he took one more look at the pictures he had just taken of April. He shook his head muttering to himself, "My God that woman is smoking hot!" Almost none of the women in his porn collection looked nearly as good as she did. 

He thought back to when he kidnapped her and how delicate she felt in his arms as he carried her away. She was exceptionally beautiful even then and right now he was regretting not having a little taste of her honey. She was after all only a means to an end, McKinny was the object of the exercise. That didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun along the way. 

Then he remembered the whole reason for this exercise, was her father's legendary temper. That was the only reason he hadn't added her to his collection. He had no misgiving about taking April and repeatedly raping her. Only the fear of her father kept him from fulfilling his desires. However mentally, he made a note that if his father was out of the picture he wanted to make a full meal out of April. 

He started his car and drove to the trailer he had rented outside Alpine, all while thinking of April. At the trailer he stripped out of his boots and work clothes, while sitting at the computer in his shorts he downloaded April's pictures from his camera. She looked even more spectacular on the big computer screen as he slowly went through each picture. In the end he found one photo that captured the extraordinary essence of April's raw, untamed beauty and he made this his computers background. Now she would always greet him every time he logged in. 

April had sidetracked him and he would get back to McKinny in the morning. Meanwhile, he could dream about April what it would be like to have his meaty calloused hands roaming the over her soft satiny skin. He had erotic dreams of April, with her fabulous naked body fighting and squirming underneath him as he took what he wanted from her. 

He knew she would never have anything to do with him, so if another opportunity arose he would just have to take what he wanted from her. He fell asleep dreaming his sick and twisted dreams, with April at the centerpiece. He had ever been caught because most of his victims had been drunks, bar flies, or prostitutes and he scattered them all across the US. Doing something to someone as prominent as April, would definitely put him on law enforcement's radar. 

It was a little before 8 o'clock in the morning when his phone rang. He almost didn't answer it, thinking it was some kind of crank call, but he did. It was Consuelo from the Holland Hotel and she told him that April had just called. She had wanted to talk to Steve McKinny, but she had made up an excuse so she could take the message. April was going to meet McKinny out at her ranch house for dinner at 5:30. 

His eyes popped wide open as hung up, slipped on some jeans and put his feet back into his ostrich Lucchese boots. He sat for a moment holding his head in his hands as he thought about what this might mean. 

McKinny must have turned April away with the promise that they would have more time the next day. The early dinner hour meant that she wanted to get the food out of the way so they could spend the rest of the night romantically together. In other words, he may get his fucking pictures after all. He knew if he showed Mr. Hunt photos of his darling daughter being ravaged by Steve McKinny, Steve would be the proverbial dead man. 

The one thing everybody knew about Mr. Hunt was that he would do anything for April, she was his life. If anyone took advantage of her or tried to work her to get to him, if they lived, they would never work in Texas again. His temper was legendary. A couple of times gigolos had tried to take advantage of April, but they were never seen or heard from again. He needed pictures to make sure McKinny was thought of the same way. He had to make Mr. Hunt believe that McKinny was only there to get money from him by using April. 

Then when Mr. Hunt was shown on environmental impact report created by McKinny concerning his refinery in Corpus Christi, he would ignore it. Mr. Hunt would automatically assume this was just another financial scam by McKinny. He knew that no matter what Steve said about mercury in their plant in Corpus Christi; Mr. Hunt would never believe him. 

When the engineering staff at the refinery had brought a problem to him about ruptured Mercury seals he thought it wasn't anything very important. It was after all a theoretical issue and his decision had been to let it work through all the wastewater systems winding up in the solid waste. Then it can be disposed of along with all the other solid waste and never hurt anyone. 

As the refinery, manager he signed off on the project. At the same time the engineering staff had brought to him a study that had been done several years earlier in Dallas. The study showed the mercury was being carried out with the methane generated from solid waste sludge digestion. The Mercury would then contaminate the soil and water in the immediate area. This had not been proven and had been considered a wild theory by the engineers. 

A year later, people started to get sick both in and outside the plant. The study of the sick and dying was long and exhaustive and ultimately settled on Mercury poisoning. Federal, state and even the city demanded answers, with most of the refineries on the ship channel being leading candidates. McKinny had been hired by his engineering manager to do a study on their refinery. 

McKinny had seemed to be the perfect candidate. He was a professional engineer with degrees in Chemical Engineering and a Masters in Environmental Engineering. McKinny had quit his previous job and was working as a short term contractor. He reviewed the status reports from McKinny with great anxiety, hoping he was sloppy enough not to find anything. Unfortunately, he found the very thing that he was afraid of. 

Sure enough he had found the methane created during the bacterial digestion of sludge bonded with the Mercury and was carried it into the atmosphere. Sunlight seems to dissolve the bond and the Mercury would float back to earth in the surrounding area. He put all of this in his report and had given the report to the engineering managers. Several of the managers came to him and told him they were worried that McKinny would turn report into the EPA. 

He knew all of this would wind up falling on his shoulders. He had approved the plan despite the risks, but he was the person in charge of the refinery. As a result all liability was his. People were getting sick and dying, and everyone was going to blame him. He had to discredit the report, discredit the author, kill the author or find any way he could to cover his ass. So far no one knew about the problem or his part in it, and he needed to keep that way. 

If Mr. Hunt actually believed the report he would be out of a job. However, if the EPA got a hold of report, he would be fined into bankruptcy and go to jail for the rest of his life. So one way or another, Steve McKinny had to be stopped and the first course of action was Mr. Hunt. 

Once McKinny had been branded a gold digger, gigolo after his daughter and after his money he knew Mr. Hunt do anything to destroy McKinny. Those pictures were the key to discrediting Steve McKinny in Mr. Hunt's eyes. He still needed to make sure EPA never found that report and that meant that if Mr. Hunt didn't kill Steve, he would. 

Peter knew the layout in and around the ranch house. He thought the best approach would be to arrive right around sunset. There was a stand of trees about 100 yards from the main house and he could watch through all the open windows until the time is right. The ranch house was very open with many windows to allow access to the outstanding view. That also meant unobstructed windows would easily allow him photographs of whatever went on inside the house. 

His plan was making a comeback and by late tonight he would have what he needed. He looked over at his computer screen and saw April's mouthwateringly bare body looking at him. Peter felt his crotch swelling inside his pants as he thought of watching McKinny fuck April. He made a mental note to get some more memory cards because he wasn't going to miss a single minute of their debauchery. 

As his daydreams took shape he fantasized about punishing April as he had all of those other women. He still had his rape kit in the trunk and if the opportunity presented itself he was going to make April his 22nd victim. Steve McKinny was the prime patsy and if he wanted to do anything with April now was his chance. He could blame everything on McKinny and everyone would believe him. As he wandered out of the trailer to make sure all of his supplies were current he thought, '22 is my lucky number'. 

Chapter 12 

The drive up the dirt road leading to April's ranch house was long and dusty. April's little ranch house was not a little ranch house. It was a magnificent two-story wooden house built with large beams and a huge expanse of windows. It was nestled against the mountains with an incredible view. As Steve looked at the ranch house he thought it looked like a rather modern version of the Ponderosa ranch from the old Bonanza TV show. 

It was magnificent and rustic at the same time and the closer he got the bigger it became. The main house had a beautiful wraparound porch and large balconies jutting from some of the upstairs rooms. It appeared to have three sections. What he guessed was the living area had huge two-story windows facing the mountains. There was a smaller section with a high steepled roof that he assumed was the kitchen and dining areas. The third area was a two-story block house that must have been filled with bedrooms. 

Like any other working ranch it had a couple of barns, and what looked like a detached garage capable of holding at least half a dozen vehicles. There were also pens for livestock, but everything was strangely serene and devoid of any additional life. 

As he pulled up to the house the dust swirled and began to settle back to the earth, as well as covering his car. April had been watching his approach through the big family room windows, and she waited for him to get out of his car. April's entire day was spent eager for this moment. She still couldn't figure out why she wanted him so. She had dated the rich and powerful, as well as the bold and beautiful, but none made her feel the way Steve did. 

When she tried to logically analyze what it was about Steve, she could only come to several conclusions. He was ruggedly handsome and smart and he was a little bit heroic since he saved her. Mostly she thought it was because she picked him. Nearly all of her dates during the last couple of years, were either setups by her friends or business associates from her father. Steve was the first time in a long time that she chose somebody. 

Maybe it was because of that reason that he kept invading her thoughts. Maybe it was because she wanted to be a naughty girl and play with him. It could be because she trusted Steve with her mind and body, wanting him to treat her like the slut she could never be anywhere else. Maybe she saw in him as someone who could forcefully pull every bit of desire from her heart mind forcing her to live in the moment. 

She had always been the dominant one in a relationship, but that was far from what she wanted with Steve. From the very first tussle over whom controlled their kiss she wanted to give herself to him. However, she would only give herself after he showed her that he was worthy. Oh God, she wanted him to be worthy. She wanted a man who would drive her wild and make her feel like a real, sexual woman. Deep in her gut she knew he was the man she had always waited for and once he earned it, she was ready to give herself to him. 

She didn't want to be a beautiful lady tonight; she wanted to be a sexual animal, frantic for someone to tame her. Steve's magic had already broken through her armor and she hoped he could be the the one that tamed her. So every few hours she would find herself drifting into an erotic fantasy, would bring out her vibrators and tease herself thinking Steve. She fantasized about his hands and lips on her skin. She dreamt of him pushing her beyond her safe boundaries and into unknown bliss. 

She obeyed his rules however, and each time she came close to cumming she would force herself to pull vibrators away. Even before Steve arrived at the house she ached to feel his lips. She daydreamed of his hands gently stroking her skin and his lips leaving a trail of goose bumps as they nibbled at over her belly and breasts. By the time he finally arrived, April had been in an erotic Steve fever all day and a touch by him on the right place would have sent her into orbit. 

As the car, door opened and Steve stood to his full height April's breath caught and her heart lurched in her chest. Just looking at him, her already aroused body throbbed instinctually. On the most basic level her body yearned to feel his touch and she wanted to be made to yield to him. Her logical mind fought a losing battle against these seemingly ingrained carnal feelings and she knew she was his for the taking. As she gazed hungrily out the window she breathlessly whispered, "What kind of magical power does he have over me? Whatever it is, I hope it never stops." 

Steve gathered a gym bag from his car and slowly walked to the front door with his boots leaving a dusty trail behind him. His jeans fit snugly enough to show a tight muscled ass and a rather large lump in front of his pants. His light blue polo shirt was stretched tightly over his muscular chest and was warped out of shape trying to contain his meaty muscular arms. His face had a look of impassive interest and April could tell he was waiting to reserve judgment on whether she was worth his time. That look sent nervous tremors up her spine, because she wanted him ... She wanted him badly. 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 06



It was more than just want; it was a need and a hunger. She was used to getting everything she wanted, but he had already shaken her confidence. Last night she had thrown herself at him, standing virtually naked in front of him and begging him to take her. He turned her down and was the first person to ever deny her anything she asked for. He sent her home last night with her poise and self-assurance wrecked, but today he would be hers ... she hoped. 

She ran to the door and flung it open before he could knock. She posed against the wide open door, desperately hoping that her look pleased him. She had tried on eight outfits before she settled on this one and his interested ogling said she did okay. As his eyes hotly caressed her, she felt her breath become labored. She was out of her depth. She had never had to work this hard for a man; as a matter-of-fact she rarely had to work at all. Every man she ever dated had been desperate to be with her and for the first time she knew what that desperation felt like. 

Her white frock was a wide open V-neck, raw silk blouse. It hung loosely from the outside of her shoulders and dipped to an open V that came together well below her breasts. The top had a single button well below her breasts and flared to an inverted V on the bottom with everything below her navel also on display. April had elected to wear some white short shorts bottom to barely cover her camel toe. While she was artfully covered, she was also seductively exposed. 

Steve did recognize April's titillating sense of style. The insides of her breasts were mostly exposed to the nipple advertising her tanned, buoyant breasts. Her belly, hips and legs were likewise bare and on display. Steve had to admit she had a killer body and she really knew how to dress to show it off. Yesterday's vest and loin cloth had been pure sex, while today's frock was seduction; however, it was elegant and teasing in its simplicity. 

As she posed in the doorway, her face was afloat in expectant beauty. She still had her haughty teasing look, but this time she seemed to be hoping for Steve's validation. In her eyes he could see her arrogance was gone and its place was an insecure girl desperately wanting to be loved. There were a myriad of emotions in her eyes and they were all on the surface. He could tell she wanted to please him and she was definitely doing that, but the real April was hidden behind her mask and her walls. 

Her beautiful eyes were open and she let him see what she wanted, but not what she was. This was his challenge tonight. He needed to strip away her mask and breakdown her walls so he could see the real April. She had given him glimpses of what lay beyond the hidden walls behind her eyes and that's what he wanted to see. Somehow tonight he needed to find the key to unlock her heart and shatter the walls that kept her away from the world. 

It was then that he noticed her only piece of jewelry; a simple slave collar wrapped around her aristocratic neck. Steve slowly closed the distance between them and gently reached out caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, her neck, over her shoulders then slowly down the edge of her frock. April's breathing became hard and labored as his fingers freely roamed over her exposed breast flesh. She felt her knees started to shake as his fingers freely took part in her offering. 

His eyes also enjoyed her display, but there was hardness in them. His other hand set the gym bag inside the door and his hand snapped out grabbing the collar around her neck. He pulled her hard against his chest and April was stunned as she was pulled off her feet. His eyes were glaring at her as he growled, "Do you know what this is that you are wearing?" 

His teasing fingers, powerful physique and now aggressive actions sent April into a confused turmoil. She was aroused and titillated while at the same time anxious and scared with breathless anticipation. Now his aggressive moves had electrified her body, while making her shiver with an unknown fear. She was petrified, stimulated, frightened and her whole body stirred with a mysterious thrill. As he challenged her she had never felt more alive than she did at this moment. 

April took a deep breath to try to clear her mind, but the carnal excitement refused to budge. She opened and closed her mouth couple of times before she answered, "Yes Sir, it's a slave collar." 

Steve picked her up as the she weighed nothing and carried her in the house. He kicked the door shut with his foot, when he set her on her feet, he pressed her against the wall. His eyes were still hard as he asked, "A slave collar is a mark of a master showing his ownership of his submissive. So if you are owned by a master, who do you belong too?" 

April had bought this to show him that she was willing to be his for the evening. Only now was she beginning to realize that a slave collar was more than just a piece of jewelry. However, she still didn't understand his aggressive anger. After all having given herself would be most men's greatest fantasy. Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable with her decision and looked down at the floor sheepishly. In a husky whisper, in what she hoped would be the right answer she said, "I bought this to show that I belong to you. I'm yours for the night." 

Steve realized that April was trying to show him that she wanted him. All the things that he had said yesterday, she desperately craved and urgently needed. She thought the collar would show him that and as he realized this as his anger abated with his hands loosening their tight grip around her collar. 

In a soft, subservient whisper April ask, "Why are you angry that I wanted to show that you can have me for the night?" 

Steve's hand on the collar let go and lifted her chin until her soft questioning eyes were boring into his. His other hand went back to caress her soft silky skin, dipping underneath the frock to tease her breasts and nipples. He gently leaned in and kissed her lips softly then began to explain, "April, a slave collar is not anything that you can give. A collar must be earned by submission to one master and it can only be placed around her neck by that master. The collar is something a submissive strives for all their lives and it is the ultimate gift of love and devotion. Most of all it is a symbol of ownership by a dominant Master." 

"Understand that when I came here today and saw a collar around your neck, that meant you are owned by another master. Therefore, I could not touch you and everything for the last few days had been a tease, because you were not free to let me touch you. I understand now why you did it, but take it off and remember only the master that you have devoted yourself too can put that on you." 

As Steve spoke to her, April's eyes began filling with tears. She had done almost everything wrong and screwed up her one chance to live her fantasies. This was her one chance to have a real man take her and love her; to show her passion that she only dreamed of. She reached up and twisted the lock that opened the collar and took it off, handing it to him. 

As he took the collar from her hand, she looked up at him with soft hopeful adoration in her eyes. April laid her cheek on his powerful chest, feeling the heat from his body and his muscles ripple beneath her. She could hear and feel his heart pounding beneath her face as she softly said, "Steve I am so sorry. Every time we met I screwed up any chance we might have." 

"I have been cocky, spoiled, arrogant and in general a bitch. All day I have been thinking about all the things you said last night and I want them. I don't know how to be the kind of person you want me to be, but I want to try. Since the first time I laid eyes on you I wanted your arms crushing me tight against your body. Can we sta ... Ooohhh?" 

With April's head on his chest his hand held her there caressing her face and smoothing her hair. His other hand was still busy exploring her soft silky skin beneath her frock. Very quickly his hand was petting and fondling her breast. Her breast perfectly filled his large hand and he felt its firm weight snuggled against his palm. Now that her collar was off she was his for the taking and he didn't want to hear her apologies. 

His thumb and forefinger crushed her nipple between them rolling it back and forth, interrupting her excuses. His torturous nipple teasing resulted in electrifying thunderbolts of passions pure fire ripping through her. Lightning went from her nipples straight to her womb, penetrating her body and clearing her mind of everything except his demanding fingers. 

April didn't know what to make this. She had never felt anything strip all reason from her like this. It was a mixture of ripping pain, intense pleasure, gripping fear and blissful agony. Her mind was screaming for him to stop, but her heart and body would die if he did. At the same time she wanted to run away to hide or throw herself at his feet demanding more. She stayed pressed against his chest whimpering, her body quivering, afraid that if she moved he would stop. 

She heard his deep bass voice rumbling in his chest, "I can tell that you have never have a real man in your life. Your spoiled petulant behavior detracts from your strength. Like a sunrise you are beautiful, powerful, yet unstoppable and that is what makes you the magnificent creature that you are. Only a strong man would be up to the challenge of trying to wrench open your heart and see your soul laid bare." 

"Now the collar is off we are free to explore genuine trust and your body's true desire. I don't want your apology; I only want the gift of your submission, but we have a long journey before you're ready for that. By the end of the night you will understand trust and the brutal honesty comes with it. Then and only then will you recognize the power of your surrender and the grandeur that two people can achieve together." 

Steve's words barely penetrated the erotic haze that enveloped April's mind. The heat of his body, his manly scents, his rippling muscles, but mostly his damned incessant caresses fogged her mind with unusual feelings. No man had ever done this to her and while she loved the feelings, she was confused and felt like a schoolgirl being taught for the first time. 

Steve's other hand held her chin and turned her face so their eyes locked together. She had a look of wonder on her face, like a child that had just discovered Christmas, but there was also fear, confusion, hunger and desire. Her look told him that she wanted to give herself to him, but it was all new and she didn't know how. He thought he would help and said, "Tonight I will make you mine as we tear down those walls around your heart. I will teach you how to feel and understand what your heart and body truly wants." 

"I will hold you in my lovingly arms and I will give you pleasure beyond your understanding. Whenever I want I will take you and then fuck you ferociously. However, none of this happens until you open your heart, trust me and choose to immerse yourself in the pleasure I provide. I have a deep desire to know just how much your body can take. I want to see you exposed, bare and scared because you know you cannot resist. I need to see if you can humble yourself and release your control to passions fury." 

"If this isn't what you want I can kiss you goodbye and walk right back out the door. I need you to tell me what you want." 

With a cyclone of confusion swimming behind her eyes, he saw a sign of understanding as she answered, "Yes, Please" 

Steve looked at her and scowled as he said, "That is not an answer! You are to tell me what you want." 

April blushed from her face down her chest. She looked in his eyes and quickly looked away. Looking down she whispered, "I want you." She glanced up to see the scowl still on his face and added, "I want you to do me." 

Steve could see her good girl and bad girl personas wrestling as he added, "What does 'Do Me' mean?" 

Her blush deepened to a fetching shade of crimson, before she tried to hide her face against his chest. Her fingernails dug into his arms as she pulled herself against his chest and hissed, "Fuuucckk Meeeee. Drive me wild and fuck me till I can't stand." 

Steve wrapped his arms around her pulling her tight against his chest. He smiled as he kissed the top of her head then said, "Thank you for telling me what you want Baby. Just so you know you will be mine until the sun comes up tomorrow. You will be obedient and any spoiled bratty behavior will be punished. Remember, at anytime if you want this to stop all you say is RED, then I will walk away and never see you again. Do you understand? Please repeat it back to me." 

April looked up into his eyes and Steve could tell she was scared. She didn't look scared of him, but she looks scared that he would go away and not do all the things that he said he would. Her eyes were verging on tears as she repeated, "I will be yours until tomorrow and bad behavior will be punished. To stop I say RED." 

April felt flush both with embarrassment and desire. She had no idea what to do or how to act. She was quivering on the inside and on the outside. She wished he would just shove her against the wall and fuck her until her legs collapsed. Whatever he wanted her to do she would do, just as long as he didn't stop holding her. 

Every time they had been together April seemed totally mesmerized by him, and her armor didn't seem to work against him. She had always been an intelligent and driven woman, but all of that seemed to fade away in Steve's presence. She felt ashamed that with a glance or touch he seemed to strip her armor from her, as well as all of her logic. With him she felt a desperate longing and she couldn't understand where it came from, she only knew she liked it. She wanted much more and arched her back pressing her breast into his maddening caress. 

Steve's hand finally abandoned his infuriating caresses and he stepped away from April. She looked up at him confused and frightened that she had somehow pushed him away. Steve saw the look in her eye and caressed her cheek with his fingers as he gently said, "Do you think we should go ahead and eat that dinner you promised?" 

It took a few moments for Steve's words to sink in. She shook her head and jumped back in embarrassment. She had totally forgotten about being a good hostess. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot. I have a pot of chili, some barbecue, with beans and slaw already laid out. Would you like something to drink?" 

Steve again put his hands on April shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. She felt herself falling deeply into his eyes again, but was glad he said, "Dos Equis Amber if you have it." 

She nodded her head, "Of course we do." She started to turn towards the kitchen, but Steve's arms held her fast. 

Steve pulled her arms behind her and bound them at the wrists with his massive hand. It was romantic, sensual and controlling at the same time as they began to walk towards the kitchen. April thought it was actually very sensuous to be leading Steve with her arms being held behind her. Once they made it to the kitchen Steve released her hands, but she did not move her hands. 

April's entire day of teasing had left her charged up and turned on waiting for Steve. Her entire body was still vibrating from Steve's caresses. His spirited fingers left trails of erotic fire wherever they touched her skin. Her skin bristled, aching to feel his skin on hers. So as she walked in front of Steve her hips had an exaggerated swing, with her back and head twitching erotically. Her hands stayed clasp tightly behind her, still loving the feel of his masterful hands controlling her. 

Steve ogled every roll of her hips and shimmy of her back as April slowly moseyed to the oven. Her walk was very slow and erotic with her hips rolling seductively as she went. Her hands were clasp tightly behind her until she had to move them to get food out of the oven. He watched her every movement and he knew each one was for his benefit. 

April pulled two beers from the refrigerator and expertly popped the tops using the bottle opener attached to her cabinet. She slipped some hot pads over her hands and took two already prepared plates, wrapped in foil, out of the warming oven. The open kitchen flowed into the dining area and April carried the plates out to the formal dining table. She sat one plate at the head and other at the foot of the table. She pulled the foil off of each plate allowing a cloud of steam to billow towards the beamed ceiling. 

Steve followed April carrying the beers, but frowned when he saw the formalized seating arrangement. Steve walked over to the plate with the smaller portion and picked up the placemat with everything still in place. He placed the dinner on the floor next to the chair at the head of the table. He set her beer in front of the placemat on the floor and then stood watching her as he sipped his beer. 

April turned red with embarrassment. Surely he didn't expect her to sit on the floor next to him like a dog. My God, she was April Hunt he couldn't treat her like this! Her father owned half the county and this was her house; he couldn't treat her like this! She looked at him with questioning eyes, flushed with anger and humiliation. 

Steve casually looked at her and in a harsh dominant tone said, "When I came in to your house you were wearing a slave collar. You told me you purchased it so you could be my slave for the night and even after you took it off you said you still wanted to be my slave. My gorgeous April, all arrogance and conceit must be stripped from a slave before she can truly give of herself." 

"You have a choice my love. You can sit on the floor and eat your dinner with me while we begin our time together, or we can sit at the table and I will leave when dinner is over." Steve walked over to April gently caressed her cheek while softly looking into her eyes soothing her anger. "To give, yourself to someone is a truly selfless act, but when you do it you always wind up receiving more than you give." 

April felt his eyes pouring into her, searching for her soul. His tone was soothing while his fingers seemed to take away her humiliation. Again she felt his masterful personality arousing her, dispelling her logic, because logic has no place in love. Deep inside she knew he was right, she could never love another until she trusted and opened her heart. However, she had no idea what lesson she was supposed to learn by sitting on the floor eating her dinner. She only knew she didn't want him to go away. 

April had seen pictures and knew that a slave would kneel behind the food. So with her face still red with embarrassment she slowly sank to a kneeling position behind placemat on the floor. Steve watched her with gladness in his heart, because he wanted to complete this journey with her. He knew how difficult that was for her, but yet she did it for him. 

He squatted beside her and gently trailed his fingers down her cheek, her neck and across her shoulders. It was a slow, sensual and erotic caress that sent goosebumps all over her skin. His fingers did not stop there as they traveled over her chest and down to the exposed hillocks of her breasts. His fingers lingered, dancing over her breasts, teasing until her breaths came in heavy excited gasps. Only then did he undo the singular button of her frock and let it hang open exposing her heavy swollen breasts. Her hard pretentious nipples sat up and begged for attention only to be denied as Steve stood and slipped her frock off her shoulders. 

April felt Steve's eyes caressing her breasts as he stripped her top from her and the blistering passion made it hard to breathe. April had gone from angry and embarrassed, to compliant, to rattled and impassioned, all in under 30 seconds. Now she was kneeling next Steve, topless panting excitedly, yearning to feel his hands on her skin again. He had done it to her again, taken her desires and twisted them into knots, until her only reprieve was surrendering to him. 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 06



April desperately needed Steve to fuck her and end this wonderful torture. Since last night when her seduction failed, her body had been gripped with steamy anguish. All she could think about was Steve's hands and lips teasing her until she exploded in a magnificent shower of fireworks. For most of the day she dreamt of him taking her however, and whenever he wanted. It's come to this and kneeling topless in front of him she is almost insane with desire. 

Steve looked at her beautiful form kneeling next to his chair and he couldn't help being proud. She is a beautiful and strong-willed woman, with the courage of a warrior. Her open expressive eyes made her look almost elf like in her graceful and delicate beauty. However, her innocent softness made her look more like an angel. He watched her hard passionate breaths heave her full supple breasts from side to side in a viciously tempting show. He watched the muscles in her arms, legs and belly squirm and ripple trying to contain her inner fire 

Steve squatted behind her back and almost reverently he gathered her long hair letting it cascade down her back. He trailed the back of his fingers over her shoulders and down her sides, watching goose bumps erupt in their wake. His fingers freely roamed over her soft silky skin, discovering places made her gasp and others that made her moan erotically. 

April had lost the ability to think rationally as his fingers continued their soft erotic torture. Finally, she couldn't take any more and twisted her body so that she could kiss Steve inciting him to take her. However, before her lips could close on his, he had backed away and he was standing with a scowl on his face. He never said a word, but the message was clear. He is in charge and he will determine the course of this night. 

She stared at his hard, rugged, determined body and his demanding look only stoked the fire inside her. Here was a man she couldn't bargain with, he wouldn't fall for tricks or her prideful lies. He would take her when and where he wanted, but only after she had given herself to him. He was strong, powerful and determined, yet at the same time he is gentle, insightful and deeply passionate. She could only follow his lead, but in her gut she knew this would be night like no other. 

As she returned to her kneeling position he once again knelt behind her and began running his hands across her skin. He was determined to begin finding her secrets with his hands trailing erotic fire wherever they went. Finally, his arms wrapped around her as his hands were filled with her breasts. He tenderly hefted her breasts feeling their full, firm weight in his hands. His fingers gently caressed her breast flesh with his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipples. Instinctually April arched her back in a primal plea for more. Her frenzied whimpers turned to moans of need as his fingers answered her plea for more. 

April felt Steve's hot breath travel up her neck until it reached her ear, "You will find that sometimes not being in control frees you to feel the world around you. When you release the prideful bridle that harnesses you, your heart can finally feel intensely and love fiercely. With your mind finally free your body's passion will at last blossom like a seedling reaching for the sun." 

Steve nibbled back down her neck with his lips feeling the pounding of her heart through her distended veins. He raked his teeth down her neck and sucked her swollen veins into his mouth. April gasp a whimpering scream as his mouth and fingers joined in creating incendiary tremors deep in her core. Just as suddenly his fingers and lips were gone. 

April's eyes were glazed over as her body barreled towards an unstoppable finish. Joyfully her climactic goal was finally in sight when everything stopped, "NO, DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OFF THIS, FINISH ME PLEASE!" 

Steve looked at April with a frown, but April missed the look on his face. She jumped up from her knees and stood shifting from one foot to the other adding stimulation to her already throbbing clit and nipples. Steve couldn't let this lesson go to waste so he sat in one of the chairs and jerked April off her feet draping her over his lap. He yanked down the zipper and after several forceful tugs succeeded in ripping off her short shorts. She had nothing underneath and her delectable firm, muscled ass was exposed to his ravenous gaze. 

April was screaming, wriggling pounding with her fists trying to get away. With one hand Steve held her firmly on his lap and with his other hand he proceeded to rain hard swats on her unprotected tush. Nothing was protecting her modesty or her skin, but as she fought him the rippling muscles of her back were spectacularly erotic. Very quickly overlapping red hand prints began appearing on both cheeks of her luscious ass. Her hips twisted as she fought him, but Steve thought his red hand prints on her squirming ass cheeks were dramatically sexy. 

April was startled when he pulled her over on his lap, then again when ripped off her shorts and began to rain hard whacks on her ass cheeks. He spanked her hard and she yelped as her ass quickly turned cherry red. She was humiliated, embarrassed and fought hard to get away trying to maintain her dignity. She stubbornly refused to let her tears fall, beg for mercy or cry out with the pain she was feeling. However, his primal manhandling of her had her insides hotter than a firecracker. 

He told her that he was going to punish her for any misbehavior. She hadn't imagined it would be something like this. For a moment she felt like a little girl bent over her father's knee, but there's something much more erotic here. He was spanking her hard and there was fiery pain, but her thoughts slowed as her senses heightened. After the first four swats he stopped and lovingly caressed the skin of her ass cheeks. 

His caresses were loving and respectful and became very sensual. From harsh pain to loving caresses turned off her mind like a switch and she could only feel. Then he began the spanking again with hard swats first on one cheek then the other. Tears began to fall and April began to moan as her whole world seemed to revolve around that hand smacking her tush. The pain was sharp and intense with each swat and seemed to reverberate through her body. In the midst of all the painful humiliation a sudden reversal occurred. Suddenly her mind clouded over and each swat felt deliciously erotic. 

Her unfettered breasts were swinging wildly with each blow. Her turgid nipples were sending jolts of erotic fire throughout her body as they continuously scrapped against his jeans. The pain, the shame, the exposure and her needy pussy all served to make her squirm in his lap. With pain and pleasure comingling, her writhing on his lap was hoping to gain the release she craved. 

Steve saw this and wrapped his arm that was holding her down around her. His hand slid down her belly till it was nestled between her thighs. Steve cuddled her clit between two of his fingers and wiggled them back and forth. The he repositioned one of his knees underneath her clit. Now April was squirming harder in his lap. Was it pain or pleasure? It was both, complementing each other and it is giving her feelings that push her way past her boundaries. The next swat on her tush was hard. 

When she flinched from his next swat her clit exploded onto his knee and for April everything got worse. Each swat on her ass sent a high voltage jolt that went straight through her throbbing clit then spreading throughout her body. The pain in her ass resulted in explosions of pleasure throughout her body and it was very confusing. Her scream of pain came out sounding like a scream of pleasure. She released her stubborn struggle, accepting his control and discipline. Pain and pleasure merged into blasts of utopian ecstasy. 

Pain ... Pleasure ... Pain ... Pleasure ... Pleain ... Pasure. She felt like her head was going to explode and every swat on her ass also blasted through her clit sent showers of sparks through her mind. The intensity had her gasping for breath and all the fight left her as Steve took the control of her body away from her. She had fought him, but he had shown her feelings, caring and emotions that sent her soaring. Her screams of pain turned into confused screams of pleasure and pain. 

"Oh please Steve I'll be good, Oh God I'm going to explode ... cum ... Oh God ... please Master, Please." 

Steve gave her two more swats and he watched knowingly as her clit smashed into his knee and she shattered explosively, contorting in blissful agony on his lap. Watching April tremble and quiver trying to regain control her body was very erotic for Steve. He nudged her legs apart, gave her swats directly on her pussy, with his knee crushing her clit and she exploded again. This time her belly knotted and her legs quivered and shook uncontrollably as she gave in to the elation. 

Steve watched her carefully as she struggled to catch a breath and when he was sure she had recovered he gave her multiple swats directly on her clit. April exploded into her most massive orgasm yet, and he kept swatting her clit keeping her cumming. She acted as though she had been touched by a high voltage wire with convulsions that almost threw her off his lap. She screamed like a banshee as she totally lost control of her entire body. 

April squirmed, writhed and wiggled as the most unbelievable thing happened. The Queen had been conquered by a warrior and only when she gave up control did the most incredible things happen. Pain combined with pleasure gave her the most incredible orgasms of her life, but she knew there was more than just physical. She had yearned for a lover who knew exactly what she wanted without her even knowing herself. From the very first kiss Steve had known her and now she had a man she could trust with her heart. 

She had been manhandled and made to lie in a man's lap, while he spanked her. Her inhibitions had been well and duly shattered by a strong man's hand on her tush. The pain was excruciating, but then it turned into crushing pleasure that ripped all thoughts from her except the bliss. Next she had the most body numbing orgasm she had ever felt, followed by another even more intense. The rapture was so intense she couldn't think or breathe. 

When she finally caught her breath, he spanked her clit and the massive orgasm exploded in her head like a shower of rockets and sparks. As the finale ripped her existence apart she felt like her mind was in the middle of the supernova. She had no idea if it had been one extremely long orgasm or several strung together, but it didn't matter because she was changed forever. Her body convulsed in a bone cracking seizure of unworldly bliss. For several moments, her world disappeared, and she was being buffeted by waves of euphoria. She didn't know how she could live through this, but then she thought she saw heaven and Steve held out his hand. 

He showed her pain and pleasure beyond her understanding. They blasted into space together with exploding stars all around them and he showed her heaven. Finally, he brought her safely home cuddled contentedly in his arms. In those moments her life changed. He had taken control of her mind and body and showed her the ecstasy of giving your heart to someone else. This was where she wanted to be, loved by someone unequivocally and without limits. 

The beauty of his firm tutelage and sent her places she had only dreamed of. The eye-opening and agonizing rapture was beyond her comprehension. She remembered reading about things like this in her romance novels, but never in her wildest imagination did it feel like this. As she came back to earth, her mind was blissfully numbed with her whole body tingling and aching at the same time. 

In the span of a few heartbeats April knew what orgasms were supposed to feel like and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She knew what it was like to have a real man hold you in his arms and take you to heaven on an ecstasy rocket. She knew what it was like to give up the control of your mind and body letting that vulnerability led to unbelievable and previously unknown ecstasy. 

April also discovered how dangerous this power can be, your heart and soul is totally exposed and you are defenseless. She had shown her most vulnerable self to him and intimately unveiled her deepest fears. She knew you could only give this power to a man she trusted completely. The wrong man could have crushed her spirit and torn her heart asunder. Steve had graciously and masterfully treasured her gift, allowing her desire to fight through and thaw her frozen passion. 

Steve gently caressed her strawberry red ass feeling the heat coming from her skin. He wished he had some lotion, but for now he softly tended to her. Steve gently soothed her inflamed ass and body, with reverent caresses. He was letting her know she was loved tenderly and cherished royally. 

He wasn't sure when it happened, but somewhere in the middle of the spanking, the spoiled little girl turned into a deeply passionate woman. He had assumed that it would take all night for him to have a glimpse of the sultry, wanton woman that he knew lived inside this gorgeous shell. She had opened herself to him almost immediately, trusting him to take care of her vulnerable heart. Still it was only the beginning. 

As he caressed her sensuously muscled back, down to her inflamed ass he realized something very special was happening here. Her spoiled, petulant persona is just a thin veneer that is easily stripped away if you don't allow her to hide behind her walls. As his hands feasted upon her form, he recognized her hidden pain and fears. However, as she yielded to him he could feel her empowerment grow and she seemed to appreciate his dominance complementing her strength. 

He turned her over, sat her up in his lap and it was then that April saw the only man that ever spanked her, ever made her cum, and cum, and cum. She had cum three times and he owned them all, just like the unquenchable desire deep inside her belonged to him. The hunger and the ache inside her as well as the redness of her ass were all his doing. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, nirvana and humiliation before she hid her face in his shoulder. 

Steve was having none of that and turned her face to look at him. The depth of his gaze left her breathless and it was as though he could look directly into her soul. Despite the deep meaningful emotions passing through their eyes, right now she needed to feel his hands on her skin. 

All at once she felt, humbled, loved, jubilation, contentment and subjugation. There was one other thing she felt as his beefy arms held her tight; safe and protected. As his eyes melted hers, she realized she had never felt that before. Even with her father she felt physically protected, but that was different from feeling emotionally and spiritually safe. While Steve spanked her, she never felt unsafe; powerless, helpless yes and even free, but never in danger. 

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she realized just how special this moment is and how special their bond is. He is her lover, her teacher, her guide and mentor. She has much to learn about being a real woman, a friend and how to really live while devoting herself to others. As she looked at him reverently she whispered, "Thank you ... Master! Can you stay and teach me more?" 

Steve adoringly caressed her face with his hands letting his fingers trail down spectacularly naked body. His eyes never left hers as he softly said, "April there are many that will think your body is one of the most beautiful they have ever seen. I am one of those because the form that houses the real April is a beautiful presentation. However, others are turned off by your spoiled and self-centered façade." 

"I sense a beauty inside that has been aching to get out, a passionate, giving woman that desperately craves love. You are beautiful because of the way you challenge me and the sparkle in your eyes when you're passionate about something. You're beautiful because of the way you make others smile even if you're sad. You're beautiful deep down in your soul and not for something as fleeting as your looks. I see things in you that make me want to spend time with you. So yes, I will be your guide for as long as I can or until you no longer need me." 

April wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Steve felt her shoulders begin to shake and tears wet his shirt. He pulled her tighter into his chest and began to softly stroke her back knowingly. He gently kissed her head and shushed her tears. Then he heard her murmuring into his chest, "Thank you Steve for teaching me, for loving me and thank you God for bringing him to me." 

Steve felt his heart swell as he listened to her. It confirmed his previous observation; there is an incredible woman underneath all that bravado. Her defenses are strong and her walls are high. If he can get through all of that and find the real April it will be worth it. He pulled his head back and looked into her watery eyes and ask. "Do you now understand what it means to give yourself completely to someone?" 

April gazed devotedly into Steve's eyes and a little smile came to her face as she said, "I am beginning to. I know I have lots to learn, but I have a generous teacher. I hope my next lesson is just as gratifying." April reached to kiss him on the cheek and added hopefully, "Are we ready for another lesson?" 

Steve stood from his chair holding her lightly in his arms. He set her gently on her feet and gently whispered, "We have all night my love and you have many more lessons to learn. For now our dinner is getting cold and you need your fuel for the rest of the night. So eat your dinner!" 

April gave him a saucy little smile as she dropped to her knees in front of her food. As she settled back with her butt on her heels, she hissed as her hot painful ass cheeks met her cold feet. 

Steve grinned as he sat back in the chair. He glanced at April and he could tell something had already changed in her. Her body was flush and her face was glowing; she looked positively radiant. "While we eat tell me about your life, especially your sex life." 

April sat waiting for Steve to take the first bite of food and when he did she dug in taking a mouth full of the delicious smoky beef. She washed the beef down with a swig of beer and in between bites gave him her life story. 

"I was born in the main house on the ranch on October 23. I've always lived in or around Alpine and the ranch. My mother taught me how to dress, walk and talk like a lady. She entered me in several beauty contests for young girls and I won most of them. She was killed by a drunk driver when I was 10. I kept up the beauty pageants as my way of honoring my mother's wishes. The fact that I won most of them also encouraged me to continue." 

"Over the years, I won Miss teen Texas and runner-up on Miss teen USA. I was the homecoming Queen twice in high school and the same at Sol Ross University. I was Miss Texas twice and in the final five on Miss USA. I was also valedictorian in high school, salutatorian in college and I'm set to graduate pre- med school magna cum laude in two months." 

"If I hadn't been homecoming Queen and somebody hadn't been elected King I would've gone to all of my Proms alone. I never had anyone brave enough to ask me out on a date in high school." 

Steve looked at her in shock, "Really? No one ever ask you out on a date?" 

April looked sad and wistfully said, "There was one boy who said he was going to then he chickened out at the last minute. Everyone always assumes that because you're beautiful and popular you always have dates. Boys in high school fear rejection they just don't bother to ask and just assume that you have a date. 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 06



"I only have two friends that really accept me for whom I am and everyone else is only there because of the money and power my family has. Because we were all alone my father has always been very protective and combined with my brain and beauty queen status meant that I rarely had a date. All the boys were too intimidated either by my beauty queen standing or my father, to ask me out. I never lost my virginity until I was in college and even then he was so intimidated he lasted less than a minute." 

"Until you made me cum I had never had a man give me any kind of an orgasm, or even come close to one. The only orgasms of ever had were by myself and I used to think they were good and satisfying. Now I know better. I've only had two other lovers and one was just as bad as the first. The second was to secure business contract for my father. I did for him, but he had no idea what I was doing. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever done and I will never do that again. Calling him a lover is to denigrate the term lover." 

"Tell me about your fantasies? Do you dream of a Dominate / Submissive relationship?" 

April blushed almost the same shade as her blistered ass. She looked sheepish as she whispered, "I dream of making love in public like in a movie theater. Maybe on a dance floor and once I dreamed of being tied up and molested on a Mardi Gras float. Other than that I just want someone that will love and respect me like it is in the romance novels." 

Steve noted that April did not orally answer the Dominant / Submissive question. However, her blush said volumes and it confirmed all his suspicions. She wanted someone to love her, drive her wild and take control of her. He again tilted her face to look at him and ask, "Did you like being spanked and forced to cum?" 

Her blush deepened and she tried to look down, but Steve held her face so he could look into her eyes. April knew he was looking deep inside her and he could tell if she lied. It was humiliating to admit it, but oh God yes she loved it. In a barely audible whisper she said, "Yes, I did," 

April seemed very subdued talking about her lack friends or a love life. She slowly took several more bites of food and a long draw on her beer, finishing off her dinner. Steve watched her closely as the silence stretched on and he knew she was feeling the loneliness of her life right now. He could tell she wanted many friends and she wanted to be liked. It hurt her to have normal people afraid of her family's power. 

Steve looked at her and asked her the question he had been aching to ask since he met her, "April, how did you wind up on the road the night that I found you?" 

April looked at him with confusion in her eyes and said, "I really have no idea. It was Friday and I was at the "Bend", sorry that's what we call the Buffalo Bend Saloon. It was time to go home and I was walking out to my car alone when somebody wrapped their arms around me and put something over my face. I blacked out the next thing I know I'm in the hospital. I don't even remember you finding me." 

Steve looked puzzled and confused as well, "Do you have any idea who did this or why?" 

"I really don't. I assume that it had something to do with my father, because I can't think of anything I would've done to cause this. They never ask for a ransom or even contacted my father, so I have no idea." 

When April spoke of her father, there seemed to be some obvious pain deep inside her. After all she had no say in whom her father was, what he owned and what you did. She also had no say in her beauty she received from her mother and father. People just couldn't seem to get past all of that the noise that surrounded her to see who she really was. There were times that she felt like a prisoner of her father, her own beauty and everything around her. 

Steve saw her eyes glistening as the tears began to fill her eyes. He moved around in his chair so he could look directly at her and put his fingers under her chin lifting her eyes up to his. Her eyes told him that right now she needed his arms around her, so he motioned for her to come sit in his lap. She eagerly rose from her knees and curled in his lap like a kitten eager to be petted. He wrapped his arms around her pulling tight against his chest and in a loving voice began to speak. 

"At times, you will feel too smart, too rich, too beautiful, too strong, or sexy and you will be tempted to be less of a woman to make it easier for those around you. The problem is never that you're too much of something; it's that your man is not strong enough to glorify your brilliance. So be the strong queen that is willing to fight by the side of her man, not a princess in distress." 

April heard his words and knew what he said was true, but it's hard to always be alone. She didn't have anyone to confide in and no one would understand how a rich beautiful woman could be alone. Everyone around her was only there to get something and she could never let her guard down. Even with her best friend Tara she had to watch what she said and did. 

The man holding her safely in his arms right now was the closest thing she had confidant and she had only known him for two days. Still she felt a safe freedom in his arms and she knew he was only there for her. She snuggled deeper into his chest and in return she felt his massive arms squeezing her securely.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 07



Chapter 13

Steve stood from the chair holding his naked princess in his arms. Her face was still nuzzled against his neck and her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She needed to feel his strength right now, but things made an abrupt turn when he whispered in her ear, "Where is your bedroom my love?"

April sniffed back her tears and shifted in his arms so that she could look into his eyes. She saw a warm, loving compassion, but also a firm hunger ready to test her strength again. With that one look she felt the yearning in her body return, with her nipple's hardening and a steamy heat between her legs.

She looked down at her nude body nestled in his arms and she felt sexier than she ever had. Her breasts jiggled desirably on her chest with her nipples pleadingly hard. Her concave belly led to her appealing, but still swollen pussy lips, glistening from her incredible orgasms. His huge hands and massive arms holding her seemed to make her look much more delicate and diminutive. Her tongue licked her suddenly very dry lips as she breathlessly whimpered, "The first door at the top of the staircase."

April felt her body humming and she felt more alive than she ever had. She felt loved, treasured and sexually wired laying naked in his arms. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her making love to her like a real man should. Her romantic dreams of having a big strong man whisk her off her feet were coming true. He had seized the opportunity, knowing what he wanted from her and taking it. As he carried her towards the stairs she shivered in anticipation, already imagining his huge cock splitting her in two.

Steve carried her up the staircase as if she weighed nothing and as he reached the bedroom he gently laid her on the bed. April's eyes never left his, and she was suddenly impatient for his next command. Steve looked at her with a hard dominant look and asks, "Where are your toys? I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself. You may not cum, but I want you to watch you get yourself as close as you can without cumming."

April's eyes popped open and her jaw sagged as she heard his demand. This was certainly going in different direction than she had planned. She didn't know if she could do that. Pleasure herself while he was watching, it was too embarrassing and humiliating. She knew she couldn't do that and she knew he would understand. "I can't do that with you watching, it's too ... personal."

Steve's face turned hard and his look said, 'Don't cross me.' April responded with a whimper and a reticent look that said, 'Please don't ... it is too embarrassing.' Then she orally responded, "Please, I can't do this in front of you. Please make love to me!"

Steve put his arms across his chest, gave a hard stare and said, "April you will do as I say or there will be dire consequences. Remember the conditions, you belong to me tonight and you will obey my every command, or else I will have to punish you."

April was still laying nakedly on the bed, cowering from his sudden change. Her face was a confused mishmash of lust, embarrassment, fear, humiliation and passion. He had already punished her once and although she loved it, she didn't want a repeat, at least right now. She was still feeling the smoldering heat coming from her ass, but she knew she couldn't do as he asked.

Steve could see all the emotions running across her face from when he started carrying her up the stairs. She had been hot and bothered, with passionate anticipation ruling her body. His demand had stripped the lust from her face and now she had an embarrassed yet fearful look on her face.

He knew he could talk to her softly and persuade her to do as he asks, but he felt like April needed to be broken of her prideful arrogance. He gave her a stern look and said, "I am going to get a chair and when I get back you better be ready."

Steve turned and walked to the door, where he stopped and looked back at April lying on the bed. She was laying in casual splendor and unintentionally she was being suggestive in a raw steamy kind of way. She wore her nakedness like a Vera Wang gown, proudly with a lofty arrogance. Yet her face was frozen in fear and she looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. In a soft but firm tone he said.

"You have been the unbeaten champion of your life with no one breaching the walls around your heart. Those days are over, because I'm the warrior that will scale those walls and triumph over your heart, no matter how long it takes. You have been waiting for someone like me all your life and now I'm here, so you need to trust me with your heart, mind and body. Only when you trust me, opening your mind and heart to me, will you achieve the paradise you've looked for all your life."

He started to turn to leave but looked over his shoulder adding, "April, if you let it, tonight can be life-changing and you would never think about love the same way. I want you to feel emotions you never imagined, passion you never thought possible and love you always craved. I want to know your fears, your mind, your body, understand your pain and I want you to trust me to take care of them. April, if you trust me; let me guide you, and do as I ask."

Steve turned to leave the room going down the stairs to retrieve one of the dining room chairs and his gym bag. He was thinking he may have to use the articles in the bag sooner than he had thought.

When he left April sitting on the bed she began wondering what, she should do. She smiled as she thought he might spank her again and the memory of those incredible orgasms made her shiver. However, her ass was still burning and he could also have other plans for her. His looks had hinted at things she wouldn't like. She opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out her two favorite vibrators.

April turned back to the doorway and saw Steve watching her holding a straight back chair and his gym bag. She blushed and automatically used her hand to cover her toys. His looks did things to her and made her feel like a schoolgirl waiting for the head master to admonish her. Sitting nude in front of his hungry and demanding gaze sent ripples of desire coursing through her body.

No one had ever made her feel this inadequate or this impassioned and she didn't know whether to run away or beg him to fuck her. Usually she only had to give someone the promise of showing them her body, a kiss, or even a hug and they would bow down and give her whatever she wanted. She still didn't know what it was about him that made her yearn for his attention.

Now she was sitting on her glowing red ass, totally nude, gloriously exposed to the man she desired and he just watched her. She could feel his eyes studying her, watching every muscle twitch with nothing escaping his probing eyes. When he looked into her eyes she could feel him probing her heart and drinking in her darkest fantasies.

She desperately wanted him to just take her, but she didn't know what to do or how to act. She only knew she didn't want him to stop and she urgently wanted to feel his hands touching her skin again. In fact, she felt feverish with need and would do anything if he would only make love to her. Well, anything except masturbate in front of him.

Steve slowly walked towards her with his eyes taking in the fearful and mortified look on her face. Her posture was a cross between wanting to run away, and submission. He could easily tell she frantically wanted him to continue to take her and make her feel more of what she had just felt. However, she was still prideful, humiliated and cowering from him; unable to release herself to him. Steve knew that until she learned to trust him completely and open her heart, she could never feel the bliss they both yearned for.

Steve stood by the bed with April anxiously staring him, silently pleading with him to cease his demands and just make love to her. Nothing in her life had felt like the spankings and orgasms earlier and she wanted more; much more. She felt him trying to bend her to his will, but submitting to him was difficult. She was after all April Hunt, queen of Brewster County .

Steve glanced at the open bedside drawer, and his eyebrows rose in interest. Inside were floggers, leather restraints, nipple clamps, and handcuffs. When April saw him looking in the drawer she tried to kick it shut with her foot. Her whole body turned a deep shade of crimson with humiliation. Her secret fantasies were exposed and there for him to look at.

Steve's eyes grew hard and angry as she moved to cover her dark dreams. He grabbed her foot and dragged her across the bed until she was firmly in his grasp. Then like a cowboy bulldogging a calf he whipped out some soft, thin leather straps from his gym bag and trussed her hands in front of her. He threw a rope over the exposed beam in her room then bound her hands to the rope.

When he dragged her across the bed April's excited tremors took over her body. She felt his masterful dominance as he bound her hands and many of her fantasies flashed through her mind. Her caveman/cowboy was taking her and he was going to give her the fucking she yearned for. Then he threw the rope over the beam and tied it to her hands and her excitement was replaced by fear and she began to fight. She twisted, swinging her hands and feet, turning and trying to run away, but it was too late.

Steve pulled on the rope, yanking April off her bed and he kept pulling until her feet were barely touching the floor. She screamed, yelled, twisted and kicked at him trying to get away. Her fear had turned to terror with tears streaming down her face as she fought to save her life.

April had felt her back pop as Steve pulled her off her feet and her shoulders ached as he pulled her higher. He kept pulling until she felt as if she was in ballet class perched on her toes. She was stretched and as painful as it was, her elongated body felt oddly sensual and alive. Her every sense seemed heightened and she was aware of every color and sound that surrounded her.

Steve tied the rope to the leg of the bed leaving her hanging, cursing and fighting. He pulled the chair over and sat down watching her. Again his studies of her unnerved April and some of her fear began to dissipate, only to be replaced by anger. She began to calm as he watched her and she waited for him to make a move.

Steve had seen beautiful women before, but April was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Hanging from the rafter she was beyond gorgeous. Her fit athletic body was stretched taut, hollowing her tiny waist that flared into her suggestive womanly hips with runner's legs. Her toes were only skimming the rich wood floor and the strain only made her legs look more perfect. Her firm fleshy ass cheeks were tight with the strain and they made Steve want to run his hands over her reddened skin.

Then of course there were her remarkable breasts. Her D cup breasts were always the focus of every male's attention, but stretched and pulled high on her chest they were simply stunning. Her hard breathing made her breasts mouthwatering as they wobbled insolently. Her hard distended nipples seemed to be pleading for his attention, and they were about to get it.

Steve focused on her eyes and saw that she had a confused, arrogant and scared look. She seemed to have no idea what was going on, so he ask, "Do you know why I am doing this?"

April defiantly shook her head. Steve responded harshly, "You will answer me when I speak to you!"

April still defiant, but a little softer said, "No I don't."

Steve gave her a passionately dominant look, and April's defiance seemed to melt from her face. In a disappointed voice he said, "From the moment we tussled over our first kiss, I knew we would wind up here; lover's fighting for control. Yes, from that first kiss we were destined to be lovers and I don't just want your body. I want you, the real you and all of you. I want you to stop hiding from me and show me all your inner beauty, desires and secrets, because I will not accept anything less. If you hold back we both loose; so I want all of you, without misgivings or hesitation. It is what we both should accept and settle for nothing less."

"That's why you're here. I have given you an order to masturbate in front of me and you disobeyed it. The masturbation would have shown me what you like and where you're sensitive spots are. You made everything so much worse when you tried to kick your toy drawer shut. Not only were you defying me in that moment, you are also trying to hide things from me. So I must punish you and teach you that hiding from me will not be tolerated."

Steve stood in front of her looking deep into her eyes. April felt as though he could see her very soul and she couldn't hide from him. All of her desires, perversions and fantasies were there for him to see and appreciate. The heat in his eyes told her that he was going to make everyone of dreams come true. The fire in his eyes filled her with desire, but also a belief and trust in him.

It was at that moment, bound, stretched and hanging from the rafters, that she knew she belonged to him. His eyes told her that he would never hurt her, only fill her with the kind of blissful emotions she never knew existed. Bound as she was, she knew she didn't have a choice; he was going to rip her long hidden desires from her. After her incredible spanking and orgasms, she would've given herself to him anyway. However, she knew she had to fight him, if for no other reason than for him to earn her submission. Even though she craved it, her pride still fought his dominance.

His deep penetrating eyes and strict mouth told her he would leave no desire unexplored. All her life April had longed for a man like Steve. The man that would eagerly take what he wanted from her and make her feel like a woman. She also wanted a man that would uncover and explore her deepest needs. She quivered inside with both fear and anticipation on what this night would bring. As she looked at him with pride trying to cover the desperate longing in her eyes, Steve knew she was ready to discover her inner most desires.

April suddenly sucked in deep breath as his fingers roamed over her tightly stretched skin. That seemed to be all that it took. His fingers on her skin made her forget about everything. All her thoughts and doubts disappeared as his touch filled her with desperate need. His fingers insistently roamed her legs, hips, belly and breasts, cajoling blistering cravings from her body. April's eyes burned into his desperately begging for more and she whimpered passionately.

Steve whispered to her, "When you put your hands behind your back without being told I knew you would be mine tonight. Then when you knelt when I told you to and shattered when I spanked you I knew you wanted me to conquer you. From the first moment we met we've had a passionate connection that neither of us can deny. Both of us are smart, strong willed people used to getting our own way. However, I want you to trust me enough to submit your heart and body to me. It takes a strong woman to put her body in the hands of her lover and that's what I'm asking you to do."

Steve stepped back from her, took off his shirt and stood in front of April so closely that she could feel the heat emanating from his chest. Her face still had the prideful hard hungry look and began to soften as she felt the hairs of his chest provoking her nipples. She could feel his beer laden breath on her face as his eyes reached inside her and began tearing down walls around her heart.

She felt his fingers once again lightly caressing her tightly stretched skin, roaming over her hips, belly and breasts. Her skin seemed more sensitive now and each light caress chipped away at her humiliation and feigned anger. She ached to feel his hands on her skin and found herself pushing with her toes trying to lean into his caresses. Her pride wouldn't let her admit it, but she knew she hungered after his domination.

Steve's tongue came out and licked her lips, but when she reached for more he pulled away. He gently kissed his way across her cheek until he nibbled at her ear. As he leaned in the hairs on his chest maddeningly nuzzled her nipples and breasts. In his deep base and gravelly voice he whispered into her ear, with each word pulsating inside her.

"You are your own strong and intelligent woman, I respect and admire that. You are incredibly beautiful and sexy, full of hidden desire and passion. You fill my mind with wondrous possibilities and my heart with the desire to protect you, even from yourself. Tonight I will be your lover, your master, and your teacher as I discover all the passion you kept hidden from the world and yourself. Tonight I will train you, fuck you, possess you and find my own pleasure in you as we explore your long hidden desires. Remember what I told you, when tomorrow morning dawns you will know love, desire and you will be mine."

Steve backed away from her, leaving her mind spinning and her body throbbing. Her anger and humiliation were totally gone and now she only wanted him to fulfill his promises. She wanted him to teach her, to break down the walls inside her and let her finally feel love and ecstasy. Oh God, she wanted this, but she was scared and her pride wouldn't let her admit that she wanted this. Her heart and body desperately craved what he was saying, but her mind fought him. Steve knew that was his objective, to quiet her mind, push her into subspace so the needs of her heart and body prevailed.

Steve went over to her toy drawer and pulled out all the toys, laying them across the bed. Then he brought to his own gym bag and added a riding crop to the mix. April looked at all of those toys with anxious butterflies in her stomach. She had bought almost all the toys wanting to feel their painful yet erotic bite, but she never had the courage to use them. Now he was going to make it happen. There was fear inside her too, but that only seemed to make her cravings that much stronger.

"When you hide your toys from me or try to slam a drawer to hide your toys you're holding back. Your embarrassment is a way to hide from me and it means you don't trust me to love you the way I should. From now on you will never lie to me, hide things from me and especially hide your feelings from me."

"Therefore, I have no other choice except to punish you. When you trust me totally; then together we can find ecstasy and happiness you always yearned for. So now we begin!"

Steve walked up to her and let his hand weave through her hair at the back of her head. It was chillingly sensuous to have his hands meandering through her long silky hair and she pushed her face into his arm acknowledging the luxurious feel. In span of a heartbeat his hand closed in a fist pulling her hair and knotting it behind her head. She felt his raw masculinity controlling her as he bent her head back. Only then did his lips descend on hers in a primal mating kiss. The kiss was coarse and indecent as it sent ripples of primitive desire surging through her body.

She was hanging helplessly in her own bedroom with a man twice her size taking whatever he wanted from her. It felt so fearfully delicious as his lips brutalized her mouth and his hands roamed at will over her naked body. With anyone else she would have feared for her life, but with Steve she knew he would take what he wanted, but he would never hurt her. She realized that she did really trust him and she would be the ultimate recipient.

Her tongue battled with his and she strained, pushing on her toes, stretching towards him to deepen the kiss. Her eyes closed as she let the kiss sweep her away and she felt his fingers sweep over her tightly stretched belly to her swollen breasts. His hands cupped her breasts while his fingers repeatedly tweaked her nipples. Again his kiss made her head spin and her knees tremble, while his fingers electrified her sexual core.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 07



Her romantic reverie was suddenly shattered as one of her nipple clamps closed excruciatingly on her left nipple. As her body arched away from the pain, her mouth was torn from his insistent lips and her painful scream echoed through the room. April gasp for breath as she tried to breathe through the pain, but it seemed as though every nerve in her body was crying out in sympathy.

Steve ran his middle two fingers through her swollen pussy lips and deep inside her. He curled his fingers into her G-spot and pounded his fingers front and back, while rubbing her clit. April's pain vanished as a wanton fury exploded between her legs. Her feet came off the floor as she went from pain to euphoria with her belly cramping as she fought waves of elation.

Her legs were swinging and twitching wildly with her arms knotting they took the strain of holding her body. She had gone from agony to ecstasy so quickly that her mind was having a hard time coping. His pounding of her G-spot and clit created unearthly delirium inside her and, there was no stopping the madness. She felt her cum rushing towards her, like a runaway train, as she screamed, "OH GOD ... MY GOD ... I'M CUMMING ... OH GOD IN HEAVEN I ... NEVER FELT ... OH GOD!"

Just as she thought her body was going to explode the bite of the other nipple clamp jolted her with ripping pain. The pain pushed back her cum, but it continued to build with the pain making it more intense. April was being buffeted between pain and carnal jubilation. Her body reacted with hysterical spasms, and her mind couldn't grasp the intoxicating rapture. Pain and pleasure merged creating an explosion of brilliance more powerful than any drug. All thoughts disappeared from her mind and all she could do was feel and oh God, she wanted to feel more. If this were a drug, she would have been addicted.

She could feel every cell in her body exalting the feelings running wild through her body. Every sight, sound, and smell seemed more intense and more intoxicating. She had never felt like this or these kinds of emotions and she was drunk on his devilish ministry. April was suddenly aware of the frenzied enchantment her body was capable of. It was also clear what incredible magic her body could produce when she gave up control to Steve. He was indeed her teacher and she knew she never wanted him to stop. In a breathless passionate plea she whispered, "Please ... More ... Show me More!"

Steve knew they had made a huge step forward, but now was not the time to slack off. He pulled his fingers from her pussy then used her flogger on her back, butt, belly, legs and breasts. With his other hand he used her wand vibrator to tease her clit and nipples; keeping her on the edge of ecstasy but never letting her cum. Pain turned into a pleasing liberation while pleasure became an unending torment.

April was having a hard time catching her breath with the constant buffeting between pain and pleasure. Her chest heaved trying to fill her lungs with air, but it also made her breasts sway invitingly. Steve used both the riding crop and the vibrator as he took advantage of the tempting targets with her clamped nipples dancing before his eyes.

She had fought him for as long as she could, but the erotic combination stripped her mind of all except the euphoria. Her mind disappeared into a foggy bank of unending bliss and only when he removed the nipple clamps did she momentarily come out of the fog.

The blood rushing back into her nipples brought harsh and brutal pain with her feet coming off the floor as her core clinched in response. His tongue felt like sandpaper as it raked across her ultra sensitive nipples, but his gentle licks soon washed away the pain. As his lips soothed her tortured nipples she floated back into her foggy ecstasy.

His hands were playing a Symphony on her body, with each movement taking her to different themes and tempos. His hands were gentle as they cupped her face, tenderly caressing her neck, arms, belly and hands. It was his soft opening Sonata that had a fast tempo, gentle yet seductive, meant to light the fire inside her. Each flirtatious touch played octaves on her skin leaving behind a fiery tension that was part of the opening movement.

The second movement was slow and torturous, stoking the fire inside her. When his large strong hands gripped her, she could feel his passion and knew that he wanted her. His strong demanding hands made her feel desired and secure enough to give in to his demanding hands.

By the end of the second movement her body was twitching erotically, trying to quell the bonfire inside her. It was hard to breathe with the fire inside her consuming all the oxygen, but it was pure blissful agony. His hands didn't ignore any part of her body, as he teased and tantalized her beseeching skin from the soles of her feet to the hair on her head. He searched for those perfect spots that made her want to squeal, cry and flee. All while April was praying he wouldn't stop.

In the third movement his tenderness morphed into an aggressive master who took what he wanted from her. His hands pulled her hair roughly as his mouth bruised her lips with his demanding kisses. His fingers filled her pussy challenging her and relentlessly pushed her towards her explosive abyss, but he wouldn't push her over the edge. Her pleading whimpers and desperate screams were music to his ears and the beginning of the minuet.

Each strike of the flogger against her ass and each pop of the riding crop against her nipples or pussy was like clashing the symbols. Each made her body writhe and jump in time to her internal music. April had given in to the torturous rapture, with her body freely expressing its passion as the symphony continued.

She was deep into subspace with her mind clear of any thoughts and her eyes staring, but not seeing. She could only feel and respond as pleasure became pain and pain became pleasure. For the first time in her life she was free. There were no constraints as her body rejoiced in the perfect combination of painful pleasure. He was merciless as he continued to push her boundaries, yet keeping her from achieving the release she craved.

It was incredible and special to be taken and used like this. He was teaching her and showing her what her body was capable of feeling. He had understood her fears, but pushed them away so she could find who she really was. He was showing her just how special she really could be, and how much she meant to him. He had shown her things she had never seen and taken her places she had never been. He had done it all for her without anything for himself.

Steve had wiped all thoughts from April's mind except thoughts of him. His touches, kisses, lashes and caresses were dominated her thoughts. He controlled her mentally, emotionally and physically. She was the point where she didn't know if she could exist without him. He had become part of her and she part of him. They were now dominant and submissive, man and woman, pleasure and pain.

She was helpless before him with her body stretched taut and her toes barely touching the floor. Her body was riddled with red stripes from neck to knees and her skin glistened with perspiration. Her muscles rippled and strained underneath her skin glorifying the passion that he discovered inside her. The insides of her thighs were wet with her juices in testament to the fire inside her. Her chest heaved with the exertion and she'd given up trying to speak, but instead only moaned and whimpered with the joy she had found.

Steve watched her face screw up with unrequited passion and she was truly breathtaking. Her true beauty came to the surface and the real passionate April revealed herself. All the hiding was now gone, as well as the prideful arrogance. She was wide open with her passionate heart and loving soul exposed to his adoring eyes. He was right, her insides more beautiful than her outside and her outside was stunning.

Her luminous eyes were sending a message and it was, 'I'm yours, all of me.' He finally felt her love and trust, but her willing surrender was a moment so perfect it took his breath away. As he looked into her eyes, Steve knew he would never be the same. Her eyes stirred a bone deep emotion that wracked his very soul. It was what many people call love, but it wasn't just him, he saw it in her eyes too.

She had just let him in, she had given him all her desire. Steve stopped and gently kissed her trembling face letting her know that he felt that love as well. April watched his loving kisses and felt a deep ache inside her heart, one she knew only he could fill. In a breathless whisper that he could barely hear she pleaded, "Mmoorree ... please ma more."

Steve kissed her gently, his hands lovingly caressed her heated and inflamed flesh. Her impassioned looks tugged at his heart and the love in her eyes captured his soul. Steve gently kissed the tip of her nose lovingly whispered, "Absolutely my love!" He stepped back continuing the symphony. He pushed April back into subspace as he completed the third movement.

The fourth movement felt very much like the first movement to April, seductive yet demandingly tender. Except now every cell in her body was attuned to his touch. Her skin was listening and responding to his touch with her heart needing his loving attention. April's heart and body was still yearning for the one thing hadn't given her. She ached to feel his cock buried inside her and to feel his skin rubbing against hers.

He was teaching her things she never imagined and it changed her forever, but she needed more. She wanted him to love her and make love to her. April wanted to feel his muscles rippling against her skin as he held her tight. She needed to feel his chest hair tickling her nipples. April wanted him to love her as much as she loved him. As the fourth movement continued she was lost in her dreamy loving subspace.

Steve took her to an existence she never knew existed. She writhed in deliciously sensual need while he teased, tortured and tantalized her. She's thought she would go insane from the incredible pleasure, but then he pushed her over the edge. The explosions of orgasmic pleasure were beyond her ability to comprehend. It was pure pleasure and limitless in its blissful satisfaction. She felt like she was floating on a sea of stars with supernovas exploding in her mind.

Her previous orgasms during the spanking were insignificant compared to the bone searing pleasure she felt during the symphonies climax. Her earthly existence seemed to disappear behind the rapturous explosions that controlled her heart, mind and body. She thrashed, wriggled and squirmed like a worm on a hook as the unparalleled bliss controlled her body.

April lost track of everything except Steve's mastery of her mind and body. At this moment she couldn't tell anyone what date or what year it was. She couldn't tell you where she was or even her name. April could only feel and even that faded as her mind and body disappeared into sensory overload. 

Chapter 14

Peter had arrived at the stand of trees slightly removed from the house at a little after twilight. He had just enough light to drive without headlights so he knew they didn't know he was there. Unfortunately, because it was dark he stepped in a cow pie and got cow dung all over his Lucchese boots. He duly cursed the four legged breasts that messed up his boots.

Once he had his camera setup on his tripod with his ultra-long lens, he scanned the windows. When his camera swung passed April's bedroom, his jaw fell open and his eyes almost bugged out. April was hanging nude from the rafters, with her butt glowing red, as if she had been spanked. His cock almost exploded out of his pants at the sight.

He snapped off some quick pictures, but she was too far away and besides Steve was hidden behind a post. He knew he had to get a better vantage point, both for discrediting Steve and for his private collection. He quickly grabbed all of this equipment and ran for the house. Halfway to the house he noticed it was perfect for photos and he stopped, setting up his tripod.

He was totally exposed, and he was in the open with no cover between him and the house. However, the sight of April hanging from the rafter had him so excited that he didn't pay attention to where he was or the settings on his camera. He took several shots and while they were extremely erotic with April nude and bound, Steve still wasn't in them.

He was really enjoying taking pictures of April, but he needed Steve in a few of them in order to discredit him in Mister Hunt's eyes. He continued to walk around take photos from different vantage points until he found one particular spot that framed April perfectly. However, photos of Steve and April together seemed elusive, from this position he just stood in stared at April twisting, turning and writhing in torment.

He couldn't stand it any longer and dropped his pants taking his cock in his hand as he watched April. Peter continued to flog the dolphin until his cock jerked in his hand and spewed his essence into the dirt. He felt the tension release and now thought he can get back to his business, but within seconds he was hard again as he watched April. He gave in yet again to the excitement, with his hand a blur as he stroked his cock. In less than a minute he had erupted another load into the dirt.

The sight of April's willowy body stretched taught, bound to the rafters, twitching in torment kept him perpetually hard. He still had a job to do and he stuffed his hard cock back in his pants. He picked up his tripod and moved to a new position this time a lot closer to the house, but as he got closer he tripped the motion sensor lights.

Automatically he hit the deck and he tried to make himself small hidden in the dirt. He chanced a furtive glance back at the window and saw Steve looking his direction. Steve seem to be searching for the reason behind the lights going off, but after a few minutes gave up and returned to April.

He collapsed his tripod and crawled out of the lit area. When the light's timer went off and darkness once again rained he stood up, extended his tripod taking pictures again. Unfortunately, Steve had untied April and she was no longer hanging rafters. He again searched for the windows looking for the passionate couple and finally found them across the hall sitting in a chair.

It was one of those old-fashioned wingback chairs and the wings hid their faces. Kept trying to get a good vantage point, but it was no use. He moved back to the edge of the woods and kept an eye on them waiting. He knew they were for a long night and there would be a lot more opportunity before this night was over.

By the time morning arrived, areas all around the house were littered with his spunk. Watching the couple had been the most erotic night of his life and he lost count of the times he had masturbated to their love making. He only knew by the time morning came his balls were drained and his cock couldn't respond any more. He also knew that he had hundreds of incredible photos.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 08



Chapter15

April couldn't even remember when he untied her from the suspension rope. She was suddenly aware that she was sitting nakedly in Steve's lap and he was massaging the kinks out of her muscles. They were sitting in a wingback chair looking out the window towards the mountains. The sun had set long ago and it was black as only the country side can be, but the moon was bright enough to get a silhouette from the mountains.

Her body hummed and vibrated in ways that made her remember how she got here. She was shaking as if she had been left naked in a snow drift, but Steve held her reverently and was honoring her with his caresses. His tender and soothing attention to her needs left her heart aching with the love she felt. He lavished tender kisses on her head and over her face, letting her know that he loved her too.

She curled deeper into his lap, she threw her arms around his neck and gulped a deep cleansing breath. She pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder as her catharsis began. Tears poured out of her eyes in torrents as the last several hours finally caught up with her. She had experienced pleasure, discipline, caring, security, spanking, orgasms and pain she never imagined. She had been forever changed in a magnificent way. Her blinders had been violently ripped off, forcing her to see herself clearly for the first time.

She looked down at her body curled in his lap and saw his marks all over her body. Her breasts were red and inflamed with little red lines from the flogger crossing them. Her nipples were a fiery pink, engorged and angry as they begged for attention. She felt his rough shirt provoking her ultra sensitive nipples, because they really wanted to feel his skin against them. She had remembered him taking off his shirt; when had he put it on again?

Her belly, hips and legs were likewise crisscrossed with lashes from the flogger. The insides of April's thighs were glistening with her female nectar and a huge wet spot on his pants were a testament to her passion. She quivered as she saw the lashes over her body and remembered what they felt like, but inside she knew he had claimed her and marked her as his own. Everything she was looking at was the physical manifestation of their time together. Inside he had touched her heart with pleasure beyond compare and her heart, mind and soul all bore his marks.

She was feeling things she couldn't explain, but she knew they were things she wanted. April pulled her face from his shoulder and looked into his probing eyes and even now she knew he could read her most intimate thoughts. She glanced at his shirt seeing it stained with her tears and she looked up with a plea in her watery, red eyes.

Steve immediately understood what she wanted and disengaged her arms so she was sitting freely on his lap. He reached down to the bottom of the shirt with both hands and a single motion stripped it over his head. Before he had even dropped the shirt by the chair April's lips had attacked his chest and kissed their way lovingly up to his neck.

She felt the muscles of his broad chest rippling under her hands and lips as she hungrily kissed him. His manly scent filled her nose, as the fine hairs on his chest tickled her face. His bare chest was everything she had imagined and more; strong, virile, powerful and dominantly masculine. She put her arms back around his neck as she snuggled back against him, but this time with her skin against his and they fit perfectly together. Her hard nipples weaved through his chest hair until they could snuggle hard against his chest.

As his thick arms pulled her tighter against his chest she felt so wanted and so secure. His arms crushing her against his chest were not trying to keep her from escaping; they were showing her that she was desired more than he could put into words. Hidden inside his arms she felt the whole different set of senses. They heat of his chest warmed her, making her feel safe and pushed away deepest fears. His scent reminded her of comfort food, and she felt cozy and sheltered. The pounding of his heart made her feel love and while her heart reciprocated, she still felt scared.

Yesterday she had been a spoiled, bratty woman. She was strong-willed, intelligent and knew how beautiful she was, yet she always struck out when it came to love or relationships. She knew men desired her, but was unsure of how to find love. No one seemed to want her mind, or heart, they only seemed to want her body and those that she had given it to only wanted it once.

Because she spoke her mind, stood her ground and defended those that couldn't defend themselves, people labeled her a bitch. When she spurns those that only see her as a vessel for their abuse or lust she is branded a frigid bitch. Her courage and strength pushed away those people that would just step on her or squash all the strength and beauty inside. They desired to possess her body, casting aside her heart, mind, love and soul, and that was something she couldn't allow.

Then came Steve and her world was turned upside down. The minute she had seen him she had wanted him. Physically he was everything she desired and everything she dreamed of. Every time she saw him, she quivered with desire and after their first kiss she could think of nothing else except him. Maybe that's what love is, not equals getting together, but explosions of dreams and desires that light up the sky with fireworks.

Now she has found a man who glories in her strength, respects her mind, understands her fears, cherishes her heart and protects her soul. He can see inside her heart and seems to know her innermost thoughts. Steve makes her open and vulnerable and she can't hide who she is from him. He acknowledges her flaws and her faults only make him love her more. Steve has earned her trust and love by accepting only the very best from her. He realizes that her passion is her greatest strength and her submission the greatest gift a man can receive.

Steve has guided her to feel unimagined emotions, pleasures never before conceived and a love that nourishes her soul. She chooses to give herself to him, not because she has to, but because she yearns for him to own her. April needed his power to tame her strength and for him to punish her when she gets out of line. She needs him to bring out the very best of her and not allow her to fall back into old habits.

Her internal voices cried out for this, for him to dominate her. She wants to give him all she is and have him cherish her mind, heart, body and most of all love her. However, she has external voices echoing in her head. What would everyone think if they saw her hanging from the rafters, being used as a sex toy? Would they think she is sick or perverted? Would they pity her and turn their backs on her?

She will be his as long as he wants her, but in her own mind can she really admit she needs a man like Steve. Will she let him push her in line and submit to him even when it's hard? April wondered if she could admit to herself that she is a sexual submissive. Can she make herself open and available, making herself vulnerable, inviting total intimacy? Did she want to be pursued, fucked, loved and possessed by Steve whenever he wanted?

The past few hours had told her the answer and it was yes, Oh God yes. She wanted to be taken and used as his sexual toy. She needed to feel Steve lying on top of her with his hot skin rubbing her nipples and his cock splitting her in two. His pleasure and his desire made her feel like a woman. In those moments she felt sexier and more beautiful than she did when she won the Miss. Texas pageant.

She did care what everyone else thought, but for the first time in her life the world is an exciting place, full of life and passion. She felt a freedom and independence that she had never felt before. It was Steve that brought out the vivid colors and bright sunshine. She would deal with the outside voices later, right now giving herself to Steve was the only thing that mattered. She looked into his eyes and knew she was where she belonged, she was home.

April kissed up his neck and when she reached his ear she whispered, "How did you know? How do you know my inner most desires, what I needed and what I feared?"

Steve smiled a crooked smile, caressed and smoothed her hair and responded, "From that first kiss I could tell you were a fighter. You are a very beautiful, demanding and strong woman. You used those traits to push people away so they never would hurt you. However, when you went soft in my arms I could tell that deep inside you wanted a man that would challenge and push you."

"You are a unique combination of strength, intelligence and beauty. I'll bet that almost everyone around you only sees that. They don't see that there's a child inside that needs to be loved and protected. The child inside you needs somebody to love her even when she tries to push them away. She needs someone that with one hug or kiss can give her peace and erase all of her pain."

"You want to be pursued, loved, and possessed by a man worthy of you and the gift you are offering. A man that will cherish the gift you are giving, but also one that will be unyielding in terms of discipline. You want a man that will not let you get away with your spoiled and bratty behavior, while loving who you are."

"April, I have a confession, I was married once before. My ex-wife was spoiled, arrogant, and beautiful. She thought everyone was there for her benefit. That's also how I recognized many of your selfish traits and how I knew you wouldn't tolerate weakness from me. However, there was a big difference between you and her. My ex-wife's haughty arrogance was not a defense mechanism, because her heart and soul were just as rotten."

"That was one of my fears. When your heart and soul finally opened up to me, what would we find? Well, what I found was a scared, sensitive and lonely woman. She tries to love with all her heart, but nobody sees past her wealth and beauty. You have been hurt a lot and built some very high walls to protect your loving, open and giving heart. What I found inside you is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and one that outshines this magnificent form that houses it."

Steve pulled her head away from his neck so that he could look into her eyes. He saw hurricane of emotions swimming in her eyes and they ranged from fear to panic, bravery to doubt, trust to security and passion to love. Her whole posture told him that she wanted this more than anything else she's ever done, but she was scared. He stroked her face gently and lovingly whispered, "Baby, this should scare you, because it takes a strong woman to give her heart and body to someone."

"You just experienced a sample, but you won't believe what happens when you make yourself vulnerable to someone else. When you really trust someone enough to open your heart the world explodes into a bright sea of colors." Steve looked at her with intense emotion in his eyes, sharing his love for her. "I will never take advantage of you and I don't want just your body, I want everything. I want us to challenge each other, while feeling our hearts joined together."

"This will not be easy and I will demand a lot from you, but it's not anything you can't give. You just need to know that while we are dancing I lead and you follow. This will unlock some of your deepest fears, but I will be there keeping you safe. There will be fear and pain; because I will make you mine and your spoiled behavior will not be tolerated."

Steve could see her love's desire written with her eyes and her smile, but paid for with her tears. He leaned down and gently kissed her mouth with their tongues playfully dueling with each other. She moaned and whimpered into his mouth as again her body came alive demanding his attention. It didn't matter whether it was his touch, smell or even the sight of him, but her nipples were immediately at attention and her cleft was wet with anticipation.

His arms gave her the feeling of security, while his hands and lips created fires that could never seem to be extinguished. The hollow, lonely, scared and empty place inside her was now being filled with his strength and his love. She felt his strength and power lift her into the heavens and his tender love deposit her back on earth. The moment she surrendered, her heart came alive. Now the acute ache inside her is because her heart is overflowing with vivid lightning and thunder that everyone calls love.

She twisted in his arms until they were locked in a deeply intense loving gaze. Steve's hungry look sent shivers through her spine and she had to have him ... NOW! April plunged into his arms with her mouth attacking his in a voracious kiss. Steve had awakened the bad girl beast inside April and now it was demanding to be fed. April's fingernails were clawing at Steve's back while her mouth hungrily nibbled on his lips and tongue.

April felt feverish and desperate to feel Steve's hands and lips on her skin. Every inch of her skin burned with need and she needed more of him ... so much more. He was her cocaine high, her sugar rush and she was going through withdrawal. She felt raw, open, and vulnerable. She felt as if she would die soon if he didn't make love to her. She would even forsake her pride or dignity if he would just take her and make her his.

Steve was smiling inside as he enjoyed her voracious kiss. Her hunger had released her long hidden desires with her heart open, offering herself and trusting him to take care of her. Her hungry looks were an amazing aphrodisiac and the offer of her fabulous body was temptation personified. He knew he couldn't give in to her temptations, at least not now.

Steve scooped her up into his arms and stood from the chair. He walked across the hall to her bedroom and placed her on the bed, all while she continued to kiss, claw, and demand his attention. She lay back on the bed with her arms outstretched in an invitation for him to partake in her sinfully delicious body. She was offering herself to him the only way she knew how. His hunger matched hers and as he knelt on the bed it was everything he could do not to ravage her, but she still had to lessons to learn.

Steve grabbed both her hands in one of his and stretched them over her head. As he leaned over she arched her back presenting her swollen breasts to his ravenous mouth. She anxiously yielded her unprotected, hard and inflamed nipples to his greedy lips. Despite the upcoming lesson, Steve succumbs to her pleading offer and wolfishly attacked her nipples gnawing on them gluttonously.

The ferociousness of his attack not only sent blistering passion ripping through her body, but it robbed her of her breath as well. Her back arched even more trying to find more of that exquisitely painful passion. She whimpered and moaned erotically, "Ohgodohgodohgod. Please ... OOOOOOOOOO ... please." Her chest heaved as she tried to remember how to breathe. Just as she caught her breath, Steve moved to the other nipple adding to the firestorm inside her womanly core.

As quickly as the attack began, it ended. April's eyes were crossed and glazed over as Steve's face hovered over hers. She didn't know what was happening and through her glassy eyes looked at him questioningly. Steve gently kissed her lips, then nose then the forehead before he said, "You still owe me a demonstration of how you pleasure yourself. However, I will promise you one other thing. If you do a good job of showing me how much you want me, and I promise to fuck you until you are a hot, screaming, sticky mess. Then I will fuck you some more until I own you."

With the desperate and pleading to look in her eyes April breathlessly whispered, "Please ... Please take me now! I need to feel your skin on mine, your hands caressing and your lips loving me. Please ... Please fuck me ... do it now!"

Steve looked devotedly into her eyes and responded, "I want to see the desire to grow in your eyes and your passions consume your body. I want you to be delirious with need when I take you and watch your orgasms devour your body. You will scream my name and remember this night for the rest of your life."

Steve stood from the bed, but before he sat straight back chair he brought her a bottle of water. He took off his boots, socks and his jeans before sitting back down in the straight back chair.

April's mind was still foggy, to her it seemed like all he had to do is kiss her and her body went crazy with need for him. Whatever he did to her she needed much, much more. He had thrown down the gauntlet and she knew now what she had to do. She gobbled down the bottle of water while she thought about teasing herself into frenzy, knowing that it would in turn drive him crazy for her.

As he took off his jeans she got her first idea of what was in store for her. His cock was hard and stretching his underwear way out of shape. It went from his crotch to the edge of his hip and looked almost as big as her forearm. She trembled with hunger as she looked at it and her mouth was suddenly dry, even after drinking the water. She wanted to touch it, taste it and feel it sliding down her throat and stretching her hungry pussy.

April slowly rose from the bed, decided to put on some music and dance erotically for him, while using her toys to make it even wilder. She went over to her iPod and thought about putting on Joe Cocker's Stripper, but decided against it and put on more techno La Club. She darkened the room lights and brightened spotlights on her bed's headboard.

As the music started, April stood still for a moment letting the beat flow through her. Slowly her hands rose above her head and her belly tightened softly throwing her hips side to side as the rhythm flowed through her body. She closed her eyes began dancing like only her lover was watching. As she moved the lights caressed only portions of her body while creating erotic shadows that hid the rest. This time she danced nakedly in front of him without shame or humiliation, openly giving her body and her heart to the man watching. As much as he wanted her, she wanted him even more. She would give anything for love, but for him anything was not enough, she needed more.

Her breasts wobbled provocatively as her shoulders shimmied, and her breathing quickened. The music seemed to lift her soul higher and higher while driving her desire before it. Her hands began moving down, spreading her long hair around her shoulders and ultimately caressing her breasts. She cupped her breasts presenting them to Steve, but when her thumb and forefinger's surrounded and squeezed her nipples, her eyes popped open.

Now she's dancing only for Steve with her body's blazing passion pouring through her crazy eyes into his. One hand continued to toy with her breasts while the other slowly slid down her belly, letting her fingers easily through her wet, glistening pussy lips. As her finger slide inside, her eyes are blazing with wild desire and she moaned softly, "Oh God, I need this to be you!"

She looks and sees Steve's unblinking eyes blistering her naked satiny skin. The heat from his gaze only adds more fuel to the fire inside her. She feels totally naked in front of him, not just her body. She feels his eyes looking inside her with her heart totally exposed to his searing gaze. Her warts and flaws are out in the open, but they don't matter to him. He wants her just the way she is, even with all her faults and with that realization she is ready to offer up her body as his prize.

Her heart and body want the same thing and she realizes for the first time that vulnerability can also be strength. She is all desire, want, frenzied devotion and spontaneous heat. The heat inside her is controlling her movements as her hips shutter and pump to the music. Her belly clenches and ripples as it tries to contain the heat inside her, while her breasts are beckoning beacons trying to draw Steve into her body.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 08



Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they pinched and rolled her clit. April's body shuddered with the intense white-hot jolt of fiery bliss in her core and her knees start to sag as the intensity made her legs quiver. She tries to recover her balance, but her fingers find it hard to stop torturing her clit. In a desperate effort to recover, she frantically reached to the bed and picked up her two vibrators. She used the hard plastic vibrator to tease her nipples while the wand vibrator wandered over her belly, taking care not to touch her clit.

Steve is watching her sensuously erotic dance with gritty attention and was afraid to blink for fear of missing something. April was his dreams come true, brilliant, intelligent, driven and beautiful, but right now she's the most stunningly sensuous woman he's ever seen. His hands are gripping the chair to keep from throwing her on the bed and wildly fucking her. He's trying to be the good dominant and watch her desire build to epic proportions, but unfortunately she's doing the same to him.

Her breathing was getting more ragged as the lustful craving continues to build. The firestorm inside her starts to cloud her vision, but her wild desperate eyes never leave Steve's. The hungry desire in her eyes is passed on to Steve and he feels her frenzied heat. April slowly brings the wand vibrator up to her nipples while the hard plastic vibrator slides down her belly.

As the powerful wand vibrator touches her already painfully aching nipples, a high voltage jolt of bliss arcs through her body. Her chest shutters as she tries to take a gasping breath, but it only comes out as a needy moan, "OOOOOOOOO ... Please ... Oh Please!"

The hard plastic vibrator slides through her womanly lips caressing her clit as it goes and her knees began to shake again. April backs it off then slowly slides hard plastic vibrator back inside her. Her mouth opens and closes in silent rapture, but then she whispers, "Fuck ... Me ... Fuck ... Me ... Please ... Oh God ...Fuck ... Me." It's too much as her quivering legs give out, and she falls to her knees. Her whole body is shaking from her wobbling breasts down her undulating belly and finally to her quivering thighs.

April begins to thrust the hard plastic vibrator in and out of her desperately needy pussy. Steve looked into her eyes and saw that she couldn't stop. Her eyes are glassy with lust and frantic to achieve her goal. She is falling into her orgasmic abyss and if he does not do something she will be gone. Steve stands from his chair in front of her and harshly yells, "NOT YET!"

Her hands stop moving with the sharp command and her eyes come back into focus. Directly in front of her eyes is a huge cock still contained in his underwear and she never wanted anything more in her entire life. She licked her lips hungrily and looked up into his eyes and said, "Please." Steve looked into her soft, watery, pleading eyes and knew in that moment he was lost. She had him and he could deny her nothing. No matter what happened there was a place in his heart that was hers. He nodded his head in agreement.

April dropped the vibrators and crawled to where he was. Her hands immediately went to the top of his underwear and began pulling them down his legs. As she pulled below his crotch, his hard stiff cock leapt from his underwear smacking her in the cheek. She flinched, startled by the sudden appearance, but time stopped. She tentatively wrapped both of her hands around his cock and neither of her tiny hands could wrap all way around it.

When his cock slapped her in the face April felt chills run down her spine. It was massively perfect, muscular with blue veins wrapped around it and a large head that threatened to rip her in two. During her fantasies she dreamt of having one of those male porn stars fuck her. All of her previous lovers had cock's in the below average range, and that had been one of the problems. Just like everything else he had done, Steve was her fantasy come true.

His cock was just like the rest of Steve, strong, virile, massive and gorgeously masculine. Her hands gloried in its soft hardness as they gently caressed him. Her face moved closer as her eyes beheld what she so desperately craved. She had never seen anything this big except in a porn movie. She felt a gush between her thighs and she imagined what that would feel like. April licked her lips hungrily as her hands stroked his monstrously beautiful cock.

As she held it in her hands she was in awe. It was so thick her fingers couldn't wrap around it and so long that even with both hands together it still stuck out the top and the bottom. Until now April had never had the urge to suck a man's cock. Now she wanted nothing more than lavish her tongue over his hard thrusting manhood. She wanted to taste his sweet, salty skin, trace the thick blue veins with her tongue and let his scent drive her crazy. Everything around her faded into a hazy mist with his cock her only focus as it wavered in front of her luscious parted lips.

April wanted to drive him crazy too and hear him moan while she sucked him into her mouth. She wanted to devour it, and feast on it until it gave up its manly essence. She wanted to lick his soft skin stretched over hard cock and make love to this dauntingly beautiful thing until his cum filled her mouth. Never in her life had she wanted to have a man's cock in her mouth. Now she was obsessed with tasting him. He was hers and she had to have him. She had to possess him and hear him moan as she wrapped her soft lips around his cock. Her tongue swept a drop of precum off the tip of his cock into her mouth and she craved more.

Her lips gently kissed the tip and she softly began kissing it all over, slowly making love to his cock. It was sensuously reverent the way she held it kissed his cock and for Steve it was extremely erotic. He wanted her to continue, but she had unfinished business first. Steve tried to be firm but his voice cracked a little as he said, "Baby, you still have unfinished business. Finish taking off my underwear before you forget."

April sucked the head into her mouth before her hands left his cock. She was not going to let this get away from her. Her hands quickly pulled down his underwear until he could step out of them. Immediately her hands joined her mouth in making love to the most immensely perfect cock she'd ever seen. It was hers and she was going to let him know that it was hers as she sucked on the head of his cock.

She slowly let the head of his cock slide into her mouth and it left little room for anything else, but she wasn't going to give up. April sucked on his cock until the head was lodged in the back of her throat, and she started to gag. She did not want to concede defeat as she tried again and again, but each time she gagged it only made her try harder. Then she heard his deep throaty moan that was all incentive she needed. This was the first blow job April had ever given and until now it was something she swore she would never do.

Everything about Steve was different, everything. He had already given her the best orgasms of her life and she knew she was in for a lot more. She felt the trust, a bond and yes even a love that she had never known with any other human being. Her whole body vibrated and tingled just holding his cock, but when she put it in her mouth everything went to a new level. She was filled with an insatiable need to please him, hear his groans of passion and taste his seed.

She wanted to prove to him that she was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. He made her believe in herself, in her sexuality and she had never felt anything close to this kind of desire. The unquenchable fire inside her had been put there by him and he had turned loose the sexual demon inside her. The tornado of passion inside her had given her strength and a fierce love she had never known. He had claimed and marked her earlier, so now it was her turn.

Steve watched her make love to him and it was sensationally erotic. She was wantonly desperate yet fierce in her desire to please him. Steve could tell she didn't have any experience sucking cock, but there was a strength and determination inside her that wouldn't let her quit. She was intensely hungry, voraciously wanting to please him and for Steve her resolve made her even more enchanting.

Steve watched her head bobbing up and down his cock with her hair swarming around her face. Her hands had left his cock and were attached to his hips trying to pull more of him inside her. Her mouth was a soft sensuous vacuum, sucking, pulling and demanding his cum. The whole day of teasing, caressing and making love to this unbelievably gorgeous woman had his seed boiling inside him.

Steve grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth as he groaned, "Oh God baby, that feels incredible. You are going to make me cum soon if you don't stop."

That was all April needed. Her hands tightened on his hips pulling him deeper into her throat and she whimpered passionately as more of his cock slid through her mouth and into her throat. She gagged again, but the next time his cock went even farther and now she had over half his cock in her mouth. Fiery chills ran down her body with the excitement of really being used as a sex toy for the man she loved.

She moaned as his hands knotted in her hair and forced her head deeper on his cock. It was raw, primitive, masculine and feminine, dominant and submissive, with her whole body quivering hungrily. She felt free from anyone's expectations and free from being April Hunt. Right now she could be Steve's lover, his submissive or his sex toy, but mostly she's just belongs to him.

She felt his hips thrust forward and stay there as his deep throaty groans split the air, "Oh damn baby, fuck me that feels incredible. I'm cuming baby, oh God ... OOOOOO!"

April felt his cock swell in her throat, then jerk is the first shot of cum splashed against the back of her throat. Her head jerked in surprise with the first spray of cum, but she realized what it was and began sucking even harder to make sure she got every drop. His cock continued to erupt in her mouth filling it with a salty man essence. She loved the taste, but she loved even more that it was her man giving her his seed. Belonging to her man, she liked the sound that.

Tears of joy fell from her eyes as she continued making love to his cock. It only seemed to soften a little bit and as she continued sucking, it hardened again. She felt her own female nectar running down the inside of her thighs and she desperately needed him to make love to her right now. She was so turned on she didn't think she could stand her legs were shaking so bad

Steve's hands slid from her head and then under her arms as he lifted her off her feet. As he pulled her up even with his face she suddenly felt a little shy, but he ended that as his lips attacked hers in a violent kiss. The fiery tornado of emotions was back inside her turning her into pliable mush as he manhandled her body.

Being free to be his plaything, sex toy and his lover made her tremble inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist feeling the heat of his skin against hers. She squeezed herself tightly against his body, but he squeezed her even tighter.

Their kiss ended but their lips stayed touching, breathing their shared air. Steve looked at her face and noticed a small dribble of his cum on her chin. Something about leaving his mark on her face made her more radiant and gorgeous than ever. Steve looked deep into her watery eyes smiling face and said, "That was incredible baby, thank you."

April smiled the most delicious and loving smile he had ever seen, but he saw something else on her face. There was a pride and an innocent joy on her face that he had never seen before. Gone was her haughty attitude and petulance. She was a free woman without a care in the world, full of fire and passion and he could tell she was where she wanted to be.

He pulled her tight against him again as he nuzzled her neck. He nibbled up to her ear and with the passionate growl said, "Baby, I love the way you squirm and tremble with fiery passion and it makes you look so damned beautiful." Then he looked fiercely into her and added, "I want to know, who do you belong to?"

It was an easy question for her to answer. The spanking, erotic torment and bondage had all combine to free her mind and at the same time make her feel beautiful, sexy, secure and loved. As he asked the question she felt a rush of heat searing her insides. She didn't think her aching nipples could get any harder, but they did and her womanly cleft was practically dripping as she answered, "You, I belong only to you."

Chapter 16

They had only known each other for two days, but it felt as if she had known him all her life. He knew her desires, her thoughts, her angst and the edge of her boundaries. He built her passion to epic proportions, soothed her fears and calmed her panic. He tested her limits, but knew how far to go and seemed to know her thoughts before she did. He had disarmed her the first time they met and no one had ever done that. Now she wanted to feel, let herself go and give herself to him unconditionally.

April snuggled hard against his neck and almost like she couldn't believe it's true she repeated seductively whispering, "You, I belong only to you."

Steve walked over to the bed and leaned over until April's back was touching the duvet. Even though she didn't want to give up his skin touching hers, she released her arms and legs so that she lay nakedly on the duvet. Steve stood for a second admiring the stunning woman who was giving herself to him.

For Steve he had run out of adjectives to describe just how much this woman affected him. With her sexual scamp released, she just glowed with a sexually heat that's hard to describe. She was the personification of Aphrodite, radiating love, sex and passion. It was hard to believe she was the same woman he had met yesterday. The emotional transformation was simply astonishing, with her body language being joyful, open and accepting. Her face was softer with a genuine beguiling smile and her eyes lovingly watching him, showing him her heart.

April was having a similar reaction. As she lay on the bed open and vulnerable she didn't even feel like the April Hunt everyone knew. She was a sexual being in love with the man hovering over her and trusting him with her heart, mind and body. She was proud of what she was with him and was breathlessly waiting to feel him inside her. Submitting to him was an emotional act of love and trust. Outside she was still April Hunt, but here and now she was Steve's wildest fantasy come true and he was hers.

Steve pulled a long leather strip out of his bag and leaned over tying her hands together. When he attached it to her headboard, her hands were firmly tied above her head. Being bound released April's sexual devil and her womanly folds were practically dripping as he tied her hands above her head. She felt liberated and eager for Steve to use her as the embodiment of all his sexual fantasies.

When Steve finished tying her hands April's eyes were practically smoking with desire. She kept licking her lips hungrily as Steve moved towards her, and her face was joyfully tense with anticipation. She was practically begging Steve to use her anyway he wanted; so he did.

Steve laid the riding crop, flogger and the wand vibrator on the bed next April, but then his hunger got the better of him. He began ravenously kissing her face while returning to her lips every few seconds. April lifted her face into his greedy kisses eagerly sacrificing her face in his mouth.

As Steve started to pull back from her lips, April threw her head forward and captured his lips, continuing to devour them in a soul searing kiss. As they both poured their love into each other's mouths, Steve slid his hand down her taut, silky body his finger through her swollen pussy lips and into her slick, tight pussy. April's whole body quivered with her back arching off the bed. As she broke the kiss and threw her head back she moaned lustily, "Oh God, Oh God Steve!"

Steve grabbed the flogger and methodically covered her breasts to her knees with little red stripes. The stripes across her body were more psychological and a symbol of his dominance and her submission. There was enough pain to bolster her sexual excitement, but not enough to really hurt. April arched her back into the lash in a silent plea for more.

Steve laid aside the flogger and picked up the riding crop. April was eagerly watching his every movement with her face adorned in loving anticipation. As he gently stroked the riding crop's flapper over her skin, April preened with the loving the feel of the slick leather over her skin. After the caress, he would generally follow it with a lite pop on the skin. The smacks on her skin sent intense, red-hot ripples through her very core and made the rest April's body burn with need.

However, the pops against her breasts, nipples, pussy or clit were like someone touching her with jumper cables. They were always high voltage jolts of searing desire and sent her brain spinning into her fantasy zone. It was a place that only Steve could take her and he was the only one allowed to go with her. Steve laid down the crop and his lips again moved to cover hers in a deeply passionate kiss.

Steve's lips moved down to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. As his finger began to slide in and out of her swollen slot, he continued to suck and nibble on her thrusting nipple. April's whole body was trembling with the dual assault. She was gasping for breaths as she felt Steve passion focusing and directing her body's desperate need.

Steve lay down beside her, started kissing April's face lovingly, but then his hunger took over. His lips moved to her neck and ears beginning to kiss, lick, nip, and suck on her leaving little nips and suckling bruises over her neck. Then those voracious lips moved to her breasts where his hunger increased becoming more aggressive. April began to tremble and shake as she felt his love and passion for her escalate, driving her passion before her, leaving little nip and suck marks all over her breasts. Her nipples were engorged and distended, begging for more and her back was arched, pleading for his love to sweep her away.

April felt him pour his love and passion into her as Steve hungrily ravaged her taut body that was beseeching him for more and more. As Steve bit down on her nipple, April started trembling violently and pushed agonizingly close to her cum. She could almost see it, taste it and she was frantic to feel it. All this did was fuel his hunger as Steve aggressively moved to her other breast and started building the hurricane like intensity of her furious ecstasy. April was rapidly going mad with the need to cum and began screaming her anguish.

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD, OH MY GOD ... TAKE ME, TAKE ME ... OH GOD STEVE, TAKE ME BEFORE I DIE."

As Steve lips started leaving love marks all over the bottom of her breasts and her taut belly, one of his hands stayed behind to keep wreaking havoc on her breasts. Meanwhile, his other hand slid two fingers deep inside her and began to devastate her pussy. His urgent need to possess April was driving him mad and Steve felt as if he had to show her the depth of his desire. April was on an endorphin high with his out of control passion. Steve's need to conquer her boiled over as his mouth and hands teased her unhindered. He became obsessed with taking and claiming his woman with all the love in him. He felt as if he had to prove his deep commitment to this spectacular woman.

One hand was on her nipples with the other teasing her hips April was going wild and felt like his hands and lips were everywhere. Powerful waves of emotion pounded through her body. Some waves were heart rending and emotional, while others were some stormy heat. However, they were all agonizingly intense and she couldn't think, only feel.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 08



Steve's lips and hands moved down her body leaving no inch of her skin unloved. By the time his lips reached her feet and began their way back up April was going crazy. Her skin was hot and red glistening from a combination of perspiration and the remnants of Steve's sloppy kisses. Inside she was even hotter with her body wound tight ready to explode.

April had been moaning and whimpering from the very beginning, but as Steve reached her inner thigh her pleas became more ragged and desperate. Her lips spasmed open and closed as she breathlessly tried to beg for his cock, but her inner fire robbed her of any speech. Her hips were squirming and bouncing off the bed trying to find anything that will end in erotic torture. Steve saw the huge wet spot of April's nectar on the bed, and knew April was on the ragged edge

His mouth moved to her cleft and as Steve claimed her clit, her body exploded into a backbreaking arch derived from her earth-shattering cum. April's body tried to jump to the stars as her whole mind and body exploded. With the unrelenting light show in her brain April couldn't see, she forgot how to breathe and the rapturous insanity robbed her of all reason. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. All of her desires were wrapped up in this single moment.

Every muscle in her body clinched in orgasmic rapture as Steve continued his assault on her clit and pussy. He felt all of her tightly knotted muscles begin to quiver and tighten even more. All the muscles in her arms and shoulders were knotted as she pulled against her bonds. The tendons in her arms were stretched tight, popping like cords in relief against her skin.

Likewise her neck was a weave of veins, muscles and tendons shattering in relief against her skin as she screamed out her bliss. Her head thrashed wildly with her mind exploding in wild consuming rapture. Her hair swarmed over her face in its own way of trying to get in on the action. Her cum continued and she wasn't coming down as her extended orgasm kept battering her on a sea of bliss. Exhilarating wave after powerful wave crashed over her not giving her time to recover from one cum before the next stole her reality.

When her body finally remembered to breathe it came in huge gulps of passion laden air. Almost immediately her body followed with a banshee like scream. In the back of her mind April wondered where the screaming was coming from, because she didn't do that, but it was her voice. Steve had freed her to feel anything and everything. She opened her mind and heart and was now feeling things she never even dreamed of, so yes the scream was indeed her. Joyfully as her breath came back she screamed again.

"YES, OH MY GOD YES, I FEEL ... GGOOOOOODDDD ... AAAAGGGGHHH!"

Steve couldn't stop. He was in a feeding frenzy and April was on the receiving end, immediately blasting into an even higher level of orgasm. Steve continued to pour all of his unrelenting love into her pussy, forcing her to cum, with her body racked with tremors and spasms. Finally, April's screams of passion broke through his unrelenting lust. He looked up at his beautiful April and the devastation he had wrought brought him to his senses.

April looked exhausted and all her muscles were spastic with the intensity of the orgasms and with fatigue. Her body looked as if she had been in a muscle building competition with every muscle pumped and popping against her skin. Her stomach muscles were taut and cramped from the hard unrelenting orgasms with her skin marred with his nips and bites glistening with perspiration.

Steve looked at the woman he loved, the wreckage on her that he had wrought and he shouted. "Oh my God baby, what have I done?" Steve quickly climbed off her and began to unbind her from the bed as she shouted shaking, her teeth chattering.

"NO ... DON'T ... STOP ... IN ... ME ... FUCK ... ME ... INSIDE ... ME ... DON'T STOP ... OH MY GOD ... FUCK ... ME!"

Steve looked into her love filled eyes pleading with him that she wanted this; no, she needed this is as much as he did. With their eyes still locked in a loving gaze, Steve slid back between her legs and started feeding his cock into her still spasming pussy. She was extremely tight as he started feeding his cock into her. At first, she had a look of distress on her face as she felt him stretching her, but as he popped through her inner lips, the look of bliss covered her face.

April's breathing got deeper and more ragged as she felt cock filling her up. April had always wondered what a massive cock would feel like filling her pussy and oh God it felt so incredibly wonderful. The stretch was magnificent, and as he slowly rocked in and out. The constant motion against her G-Spot sent searing chills of desire rippling through her sexual core. She had never felt so stretched and it filled her with intense fiery craving for more. The deeper he sunk inside her the more intense the rapturous tingling inside her. It was everything she dreamed of and more.

She had fantasies of taking a massive cock inside her, and how it would drive her wild with the deep sensual stretch of her pussy. As Steve methodically made her fantasy come true she found it harder to breathe, moaning and whimpering the deeper he went. His cock seemed to reach deeper and deeper inside of her, wondrously filling her. April began to wonder how much more was there and could she take all of it? The feeling was indescribably and excruciatingly delicious; like nothing she had ever felt.

Steve kept rocking in and out slowly, feeding more and more of his cock into her tight clasping pussy. April's head was thrashing back and forth with her chest heaving as she gasp for superheated air. She gave in to the blistering heat inside her letting passions wildfire consume her. Her mouth was opening and closing in silent declarations of the rapture scorching her body. April had never even imagined anything like this. Having him inside her was at the same time exquisitely electrifying and agonizingly rapturous. All she knew his she didn't want it to ever stop and now she knew what it was like to have a real man make you his woman.

Steve knew his large cock could be painful in the beginning as he filled this tiny woman, so he took it slow as his cock inched inside her. However, April had all the slow consideration she could stand. She couldn't stand waiting any longer with her craving intensifying each second. She needed to feel his cock all the way inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling until she felt his cock hit bottom. As his cock nudged against her cervix, Steve felt April's body trembling with her stomach knotting and her legs started shaking as another orgasm barreled through her.

Steve stayed still while she became used to this large cock embedded inside her. He also stayed still to try to get his orgasm under control. It felt like his cock was being squeezed by satin vise. With her spasming pussy rippling up and down his cock, he was gritting his teeth to keep from coming inside her. He looked in her eyes and he could see tears flowing. He became concerned that he had hurt her, so he passionately whispered. "Are you okay Baby, did I hurt you?"

In a quivering voice full of passionate awe she whispered. "I've never felt anything so exquisitely wonderful before. You're so deep inside me; you stretched, filled me and made feel like a real woman ... your woman. I've never felt anything so excruciatingly perfect and I feel more beauty and more love than I have ever felt. Oh God. Steve, keep making love to me and never stop fucking me."

Steve started pulling slowly back to her pussy lips and back down, bumping her cervix, April started moaning, whispering his name and trying to express the bliss she was feeling. Her eyes stayed glued to his letting him see the love in her eyes and the rapture in her body. When he sped up and slammed against her cervix, April's body arched off the bed as she succumbed yet another mind numbing orgasm. Steve flicked her clit with his finger, as her body spasmed in response her eyes flew open and her mouth was slack jawed, still not believing what she felt. He leaned down kissing her neck. He felt her pulse drumming against his lips as he continued to slam his cock in and out of her clasping pussy.

Steve suddenly remembered all the toys that he had laid next to her. With his cock still deeply embedded inside her he got to his knees between her legs. Now as he slammed his cock inside her, he also used the riding crop to pop one of her nipples, belly or clit. April felt the high voltage jolt with each pop forcing a whimper, moan or scream each time.

For April, all the painful jolts were gilding the lily. She was already cumming so hard her body couldn't accommodate much more. She loved his attention and the way he whipped her body into a passionate frenzy. However for her, it was like adding a lightning storm to a tornado. Lightning was beautiful with all the bright explosions in the sky, but the orgasmic tornado was creating the damage, wreaking havoc throughout her body.

Steve realized that as well and laid the riding crop to the side. He thought for a moment about using the vibrator on her as well, but one look into April's eyes told him that she just wanted him. He leaned over and began driving his cock deep against her cervix and watched everything through her eyes. Steve could see it each time the almost painful bliss took control of her body, but in between cums her eyes revealed her open and trusting heart.

April moaned loudly between her chattering teeth as her quivering body lifted off the bed, reaching for more of his cock. Steve looked into those loving eyes, begging him to take her and he felt his heart overflow with love again. As he kept pounding into April, her trembling body wrapped around his and her legs folded around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Steve felt himself loving this woman with everything he was and when he was fully seated against her cervix, the madness took over. Steve began to pound into April and with every thrust, displaying his love and claiming her as his. April was lost in her unending bliss and she had no idea how many times she had cum. Her body was no longer hers, with Steve controlling body's scorching passion. April screamed once more as her orgasms were again controlling her body.

"GOD STEVE, OH GOD, OH GOD ... OH, OH SO DEEP ... TAKE ME I'M YOURS ... OH GOD ... I'M IN HEAVEN."

April completely the lost control of her body as every muscle had different ways of interpreting the passionate bliss traveling through her body like an unstoppable tsunami. Her whole body was shaking in a convulsive fit as the erotic rapture took complete control. As Steve continued claiming his love with every thrust, he leaned down and began kissing her shaking and trembling face. He whispered to her, "Who owns this body, this heart? Who do you belong to?"

In between hard passionately breaths and whimpering moans of delicious unrelenting passion April whispered, "You ... My heart ... belongs to you! This body ... is for you! Take me ... use me ... possess me ... anyway you want ... I belong to you!"

Twice Steve thought he saw April's eyes roll to the back her head with the intensity of her orgasm. However, it was only for seconds because she was quickly back staring at him through lust glazed eyes. As Steve was whispering into her ears, he could see April's mouth trying to respond but she didn't have the breath. Her massive cum had her shaking too hard to form words, but her eyes were telling him how much she loved him.

Steve felt his cum boiling to the surface and arched his back, buried his cock as deeply against her cervix as he could. He started firing hard ropes of cum against her cervix, battering it, trying to break through to her womb. Steve looked down and April eyes had a glazed faraway stare, but her body didn't know it as it continued to spasm and shake. As Steve started trying to pull out of her he felt her pussy grabbing him, trying to pull him back in. He persisted pulling out of her before he pulled her shaking and spasming form into his arms.

Steve held her tightly in his arms, and gently kissed her face. His devotion and love for her overwhelmed him. She lay limp as a rag doll in his arms, still shaking from what Steve had done to her. This tiny beautiful woman had given him everything and Steve had no way to describe the depth of his feelings for her. As Steve caressed her face, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Steve's lips followed the tracks of her tears to her mouth and began to kiss her pouty sensuous lips.

As he was kissing her Steve felt her arching towards him, trying to pull him into a deeper kiss, but her bound hands only let her go so far. Unfortunately, her teeth were still chattering and she bit his tongue, so he settled for lavishing kisses on her face. When her shaking settled down into just quivers, she whispered. "Hold me tight and don't let me go."



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 09



Chapter 17

April was still in her euphoric subspace high, floating in and almost out of body existence. Her medical training had told her what she was experiencing was a release of epinephrine from the adrenal glands, dopamine, as well as a dump of endorphins and encephalins. It was one of the most intense highs a body could ever achieve, but it didn't come from drugs. Her body was reacting to the extreme carnal fury and the wild passionate love he had shown her. Steve was her high, her love, her reason for feeling this way and the reason she had been changed forever.

Steve reached up and untied her hands from the headboard, pulled the duvet over them and pulled April's back tight against his chest. He caressed her still quivering body as they spooned together. However, with Steve's large size and April's diminutive body it is more accurate to say that Steve enveloped April into his body. Both of them are felt connected in a way that they hadn't felt with any other person, but also contented and at peace.

She felt cold as she was floating through euphoric space, adrift, but not alone. Steve seemed to know what was happening as he wrapped her in his arms. He was her anchor, her sanctuary and her security while his body heat and the duvet kept her warm. His hands gently and lovingly caressed her sensitive skin, bringing her down gently instead of letting her crash. His tender kisses and loving words let her know that she was loved, cared for, cherished and would never be alone again.

For Steve the aftercare was absolutely the most important part of making love to someone. All the intense feelings, the dopamine, the endorphins helped to forge bonds between a man and a woman. Aftercare seals the bonds, cements the physical and emotional connections while letting love shine through.

He reached over and pulled a box drink from his gym bag. He gave it to her with the straw sticking at the top and instructed her to drink the whole thing. He also gave her a bottle of water to sip on while he cuddled with her. He massaged her stressed muscles while softly and lovingly caressing her still wildly sensitive skin. His caresses were very arousing allowing her very slowly to come down from her endorphin high.

April's whole body still tingled all over and she had never felt more alive than she did right now. All of that was due to the man who had her wrapped in his arms. Her body was sore and aching with all her muscles shaking in both exhaustion and bliss. They had only known each other for two full days, but she knew she was in love with him and the thought of not being in his arms was painful.

As April's shaking subsided she twisted in his arms so she could put her cheek on his chest. Steve got the hint and rolled over on his back with April draped across his chest. April bask in his smells, the heat from his body, his chest hairs tickling her face and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. April was happy, comfortable, and serene, as she lay on his chest she smiled impishly as she thought, 'she loves a pillow with a heartbeat'.

Steve gloried in the feel of her soft and supple tiny form against his massive frame. He could barely feel her in his arms, but her softness and warmth against his body felt wonderful. In fact, she felt so good his cock started hardening again and when April felt it, she squirmed against him trying to get it harder. Steve groaned as she used her body, rubbing with her hard nipples and kissing his chest to excite him. Then she threw her leg over his body and with her hand guided him into her pussy.

"Oh God this is the most wonderful feeling in the world." She said as she felt the head of his cock pop inside her. "Oh Steve, I'm so sore, but I can't stop, it feels sooo damn good. Never in my life have I felt anything as excruciatingly perfect as when you're inside me. Oh Steve, I need to you buried deep inside me, oh I need you so badly."

Steve pulled April completely on top of him with her breasts digging into his chest. When he got her there, April started trembling because she couldn't stop sliding down his cock until it was fully buried inside her pussy. She sat fully impaled on his cock, her whole body trembling with her head thrown back in an extended moan.

Steve allowed her to sit for a minute then put his hands under her ass, lifted her up a few inches and let her drop. As she slammed down, fully impaled herself on his cock Steve saw her entire body quake with her stomach muscles trembling. Her eyes popped wide open in surprise and her mouth fell open as she squeaked, "Steve Oh St ... eve, Oh shit, Oh God"

Steve lifted and dropped her again and this time her stomach muscles jerked her forward onto Steve's chest. Steve knew she was close so he lifted his hips hammering his cock into her clasping pussy. Within a few strokes her breath was locked in her chest, shaking as her orgasm took over her body. Steve marveled at how extremely gorgeous she was with euphoria glowing on her face and he had to see more.

Steve watched her heart shining through her eyes and wondered why no one else had ever taken the time to love her like this. The beauty in her eyes and face was breathtaking, intoxicating and uplifting. That no other man had taken the time to discover her inner fire and beauty was a sad testament to men. He knew he would do whatever it took to keep seeing that exhilarating look in her eyes. She had captured his heart and his soul. No matter what it took he would never give her up.

Steve cradled her legs in his arms and stood from the bed with April still fully impaled on his cock. Steve's cock and hands were the only thing supporting April as she was suspended in the air. Her weight was driving his cock even deeper into her already spasming cunt. April screamed as she felt his cock get even deeper inside her and her whole body bucked in his arms as another massive cum enveloped her.

Steve filled his hands with her tiny butt cheeks and began lifting her up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her out-of-control pussy. April felt like her brain was exploding as she felt her body convulsing and exploding around Steve's cock. April tried to hold on to Steve's neck and shoulders. However, with the next round of body shivers, her arms seemed to go spastic and she lost her grip. Steve had hurriedly slid his hand up her back to keep her from falling, so now the only thing supporting April was one hand and his cock.

April was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Her teeth were chattering and none of her muscles responded to her commands. She tried to tell Steve how unbelievable he was making her feel, but all she could get out of her mouth were moans, grunts and keening noises as her body shook in ecstasy.

April couldn't believe what was happening to her, she thought of earlier when Steve made love to her nothing could get any better, but she was wrong. Steve had completely taken control of her body and was relentlessly pushing her higher and into a rapture she had no idea existed. This was more than she had read about in romance novels, where you're manhandled and taken to the heights of ecstasy that she didn't know existed. Now thanks to Steve, she was experiencing it ... no, experiencing more than she thought existed.

Steve pushed her up against the bedroom wall, this freed up his hand that was supporting her back and now he had both hands to feed April his cock. This vaulted April to a new level of orgasm. Her lungs were also locked in an orgasmic spasm. April saw her vision dim before she was able to get air into her lungs. However, the next orgasm took her over the edge and in the midst of a massive cum, April fainted in Steve's arms.

Steve felt as if he might have pushed her too far and he started carrying her over to the bed. She quickly came out of the faint and when she saw the concern on Steve's face she tried to kiss him. Through her quivering lips she tried to tell him that this was the most wonderful experience of her life. Unfortunately, she was shaking so hard she could only get some of her point across.

"St ... eve, So Wo ... nd ... er ... fu ... ll, Mo ... re, Lo ... ve Me."

Steve knew she was okay as he took her over to the bed and laid her gently on the mattress. He hovered over her like a mother hen and thought they might take it a little slower. He caressed her face and kissed her trembling lips then said. "I don't want to hurt you my love, we can go a little slower."

In her still quivering voice said. "Never stop loving me, don't you ever stop." When she finished, Steve could see tears swimming in her eyes and he realized that she belonged to him. He had no defense against her tears of joy and his heart ached with love for her. April looked at him with awe on her face and tears in her eyes. No one had ever cared about her, her feelings or her pain before. She felt an ache in her heart and realized this what love was, caring for the other person more than yourself.

April wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and her legs around his middle and pulled herself off the bed so she could feel his skin searing hers. She started lavishing kisses on Steve's face, with tears streaming down her face and she started whispering. "Steve I've never felt or even dreamed this, I Love you so much, I've never known what it's like to care for someone and have someone care for me. My heart is so full of love for you it's aching. Oh God I love you so, take me and make me yours for all time."

Steve slowly laid her on the mattress, began to let her feel his weight as he pushed his cock all the way inside her. He held it there deep inside her as he began to kiss and nibble her exposed neck.

April felt her whole body tingle as she felt totally filled with Steve's love, his cock and his weight pinning her to the mattress. "Oh God, you're so deep in me, I think you are in my stomach. I'm so full of you and your love, I feel so sexy and beautiful. I feel loved and I have never felt anything so amazingly perfect in my life. Oh Steve, don't ever stop making love to me."

Steve kissed April tenderly on her sensuous lips and pulled back to watch her beautiful face as he pulled his cock back to her pussy lips. Slowly he went back inside her so that he was buried against her cervix. April's beautiful face had a serene glow of love as she pinned him with her eyes, pouring her love into him.

As he started moving his cock, her face morphed into the most erotically blissful look he had ever seen. Her eyes were still pouring her love into him, but they began to cloud over with lustful ecstasy. Her mouth stayed open in the shape of an oval with her breathing coming out in hard, panting breaths, punctuated with moans of "Ooohh Steeevveee."

Steve began to pound harder and faster inside her, with April beginning to twist, squirm. She pushed into Steve, trying to get more of his loving cock inside her. Her hands were clawing at his back, her legs spread wide and her head was thrashing back and forth. Her face was wrapped in a look of supreme ecstasy with her mouth slack and her eyes wide with the feeling of exquisite bliss. 

As Steve continued his fast deep thrusting strokes, he could feel the tension in April's body increasing as she strained to reach the ultimate summit of their love. Suddenly it was there and all of her body tensed in an exultation of the ecstasy overwhelming her body. April had come to expect that making love with Steve would lead to wild intense, all-consuming cums. It felt like she had more than a hundred orgasms by now, but each one was more spectacular. She realized that the more open and giving she was, the deeper and richer her climax.

Steve put his hands underneath her and held her shaking and convulsing body tightly against him as he continued thrusting deep into her spasming cunt. He knew he wasn't far behind and the unparalleled eroticism of having this beautiful woman shattering around his cock was going to push him over the edge very quickly.

As he continued driving his massive cock in and out of this tiny woman while she never stopped cumming or shaking in his arms. Her angelic face had a look of disbelief as the orgasmic tsunami rolled through her body unabated and refused to stop. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as the rapture continued undiminished. As her eyes latched onto his, he could feel the total love and trust she had. To him this was enough of a push over the edge. Steve began firing long ropes of cum into her pussy with them bouncing off her cervix.

Steve held her shivering body in his arms as his quivering joined hers. He held her in his arms until the spasm in his cock subsided. He gently laid her still quivering body on the mattress covering her with his bulk. He looked at her serene beautiful face, still lost in the bliss of their lovemaking and he began to gently kiss her nose, eyes, cheeks, lips, forehead and ears.

Steve pulled his cock out of April and her whole body went into another round of shivers. He lay down beside her and pulled her back to snuggle against his chest. As he did so, he protectively held her, wrapped his arms around her in a cocoon against his body. As he basks in her silky skin and sexy scents, he felt her squirm, pulling tighter into his embrace.

Steve looked out the Windows and saw the sky beginning to turn light gray. He knew the sunrise was just around the corner and they had spent the entire night make love. This night had been nothing short of incredible. He thought snuggling while watching the sunrise together would be a fitting romantic ending to the night. Steve kissed her nose rousing April from her sexual reverie. He scooped her up in his arms grabbed a blanket off the bed. Then he carried both her and the blanket out to the balcony. They sat in one of the wicker chairs, covered in a blanket and together watched the sunrise.

April snuggled into his arms purring as she kissed his neck. As he draped blanket over them to keep them warm brisk in the morning air she whispered, "I love belonging to you. I want you to know tonight exceeded even my wildest fantasies. I'm still tingling all over and I'm sure that I will be throughout the day."

April pulled away so she could look into his eyes and let him see her open and vulnerable heart. Steve could see tears beginning to gather in her eyes as she emotionally whispered, "Even if this is all there is, I want you to know that I love you. I will always love you and you will own my heart and body. You can have anything you want from me, but even if you don't want me, it won't stop me from being in love with you."

April hid her face back in the crook of his neck and he could feel her shoulder shaking as her tears rolled down his chest. It had been the most incredible night for him as well and she was indeed his fantasy girl. However, he had a job in California in three days and he had already made his commitments. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he did know he was not ready to give her up either.

He tilted her face back and looked into her watery eyes and seeing her pain. Steve kissed her on the forehead then the tip of her nose before he said, "You're not getting away that easy, because I'm your master and I'm not ready to give you up! We both have obligations and will have to see how to work everything out, but don't forget who you belong to."

April smiled one of her patented light up the room, happier than she's ever been smiles. Then she dove for his lips in a deeply passionate and loving kiss. When the kiss ended Steve looked at her and said, "Baby, we've only known each other for three days now. It doesn't feel right for me to tell you that I love you, but I know I want you in my life."

April purred snuggled deeper into his arms while Steve squeezed her tighter into his arms pulling the blanket tighter around them. Together they watched the sky lighten as the deep oranges turned into pinks and yellows until finally the sun peeked over the mountains. The minute the first flash of sunlight beamed over the mountains Steve saw a flash or reflection from either a mirror or a lens coming from the nearby stand of trees.

He knew what he saw and it was either the lens from some high-powered binoculars or a long camera lens. Since it was a single flash he thought it was probably a camera. He remembered the security lights coming on last night and wondered if anyone has been watching. It had never crossed his mind that someone would be spying on April.

Whatever was going on he had to find out. If this had been the same person he thought he saw last night, then April was in trouble. She was now his woman and if someone had compromising pictures of April it was his fault. He had to find out what was going on and it was his job to keep her safe and protect her.

That included protecting her reputation. He wasn't going to let any Paparazzi plaster photos of their beautiful time together around town and smear April's reputation. If there had been someone out there, they would have to be stopped. He held April tight against his chest and he felt her body begin to twitch as she fell asleep in his arms.

He stood up from the chair with her in his arms and carried her back inside. He laid her in bed and gently tucked her under the covers. As she felt his warmth leave her she twisted sleepily and whimpered, "Steve stay with me, stay with me Master."

Steve tucked the covers in around her and kissed her gently on the lips before he says, "You are mine. I will be with you always and I'm not going anywhere. However, I have something to take care of, but I'll be right back my love."

April felt a moment of panic and a flash of betrayal. After all they had gone through was he just going to leave? April grabbed his arm and hung on tight as he started to get up from the bed. Steve stopped, looked back and saw the look of horror on her face and he immediately knew what she was thinking.

He crawled back over to her and began to lightly caress her face as he said, "No baby that's not what's happening. I'm not leaving and we belong together." He didn't want her to panic because of what he saw outside, but he knew she would never believe him unless he explained.

"Baby, last night your security lights came on while you were being punished. I looked around and couldn't see anyone and forgot about it. However, this morning as the sun came up I saw flash from a lens over in the tree line." Steve's face got very angry almost predatory before he continued.

"You are mine and you belong to me. That means I will protect you from any threats to you physically, emotionally or to your reputation. If there is someone out there I'm going to find them and if they have photos of you I'm going to destroy them. No one messes with my girl and tries to ruin her reputation. I'll be back soon as I check out tree line and make sure no one is out to hurt you."

April looked at him stunned ... he was the real deal ... he was her knight. She had really wanted to give herself to him and she prayed that he would not rip her heart out, but there was always that bit of doubt. Ever since she became aware of other people, there had been deceiving, lies, breakups and backstabs. April had almost given up on people, realizing that she didn't need the drama some people brought with them.

Trust was something she didn't give away easily, but Steve has earned it time and again. Others had fooled her before, but now she knew she belonged to him. Her heart grew and ached in her chest ... unbelievably he loved her too. Her eyes started to cloud up as she mewled, "Yo You're going to protect me?"

His look softened as he looked at her lovingly. He held her face in his hand as his voice rumbled, "By now you should know I'm not like everyone else. The gift of your heart and submission is something I will always honor and cherish. I never lie and everything I have told you is true. You belong to me now and I always take care of what is mine."




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 09



April's face lit up with joy and tears overflowed her eyes as she jumped into his arms, raining kisses all over his face. She felt like her heart was going to explode in her chest with all the love and happiness. He was someone that would truly never hurt her, physically, emotionally or mentally.

Steve peeled her off him and growled, "Baby I have to go check out the woods. If there is someone out there I don't want them to get away with photos of you."

April nodded her head as she sat back on the bed watching him. He was like a Boy Scout, a devil, a magician, a conqueror, an overload and Don Juan all rolled into one. She didn't know how he came into her life, but she was never going to let him go. Whatever he wanted her to be she would be.

If he wanted her to be his slave, she would kneel at his feet. If he wanted a friend and companion, she sit in his lap as they watched movies. If he wanted a toy to play with, she would become his fantasy incarnate. He had her and she was his. Whatever he needed, she would be, because she finally found a man she could love, trust and someone that brought passion and clarity to her life.

Steve put on his jeans, shirt and jacket, then sliding his feet into his boots. Now he had to go find out what the flash was and if it's a person with a camera all of their pictures will be destroyed. He turned and looked back at April and his heart stopped in mid beat. Her eyes were looking at him in awe like he was a hero. She was so trusting and at this moment so stunningly beautiful with her eyes revealing the love in her heart.

With the covers puddled around her waist she was simply enchanting. From her tiny belly over her spectacular breasts to her shoulders' his faint marks still covered her skin. However, it was her face that devastated his heart. Her face was innocent beauty with her big round luminous eyes dominating her face. Her eyes trusted him to take care of the gift of her loving heart, but there was fear that she wouldn't ever see him again.

With the morning sun behind her, she was shrouded soft shadows. It was everything Steve could do not to run and cradled her in his arms. Her soft beckoning eyes pulled him and he knew that if he didn't leave soon he never would. With emotion thick in his voice he said, "I'll be back as soon as I can." With that he turned running down the stairs.

She watched him go with a mixture of pride and trepidation. All her life she dreamed of a love like this and she was afraid it would suddenly be yanked away now that she had it. She was proud that her love was rushing to slay any potential dragons. She felt like a queen with her knight bravely rushing out to confront any threat. Mostly, she just wanted his strong arms holding her again, so she can feel loved, safe and secure

 

Chapter 18

Steve realized the distance was too great for a frontal assault, but he could only make the run if they weren't watching. If they saw him, they would have a head start and there would be no way to catch them. So he chose to exit out the back door swing around to the side of the house, then try to follow the wooded area and find whoever was spying on them. His plan started out okay when he got out of the back door and around to the side of the house. However, he still had 100 yard run to get from the house to the woods. He just hoped he was far away enough so that the trespassers wouldn't see him.

Now he had a decision to make. Should he run as fast as he could to cut down the time he was exposed in the open or should he walk slowly and hoped he didn't attract attention? He chose the former and just hoped that whoever it was in the trees happened to be looking in the other direction. In high school his best time running the hundred yard dash was around 12 seconds. He was a lot older now and out of training, but he hoped he could at least do 20 seconds.

He took off running like April's life depended on it and in a way it did. In her life, reputation was everything. If whoever it was got through with their pictures she could be ruined. He made it to the front of trees and slowed down slightly as he weaved through the trees to get to the back side of the grove. At the back side of the stand of trees he tried to walk towards the intruder as stealthily as he could, but cowboy boots are not designed for stealth.

Every crunch of the grass or snap of the twig made him cringe as he worked his way towards the intruder. As he rounded a group of trees he saw car parked behind the trees about 50 yards from where he was. It looked like your standard Taurus Rent-A-Car and as he crept closer he thought he saw a green Enterprise rent-a-car sticker on the back window. He stopped looking intensely at the car but he didn't see anybody in or around the car.

Steve started towards the car, again trying to be as quiet as he could, but just as he stepped out into the open someone came out of the woods. It was a man wearing a black Stetson, carrying a tripod with a camera and long lens at the top. The minute he came out of the woods, he spotted Steve and made a dash for the car. Steve began to run hard and fast trying to catch the man before he left. He was only about halfway there when he heard the engine fire up. By the time Steve reached for the car was it was accelerating away from him.

When he saw this Steve altered his trajectory and went back through the woods towards the house. It was now definitely confirmed somebody had been taking photos of April and him making love. He still didn't know who they were or what their intention was, but he somehow felt like this was his fault and he had to stop him.

He was now at the front of April's house and his Cobra was only a few yards ahead. He dove into the front seat, fired up the engine and took off after the dust cloud that was going down the road. Unfortunately, the Cobra has too much power for the backend and that makes it very difficult to handle in inclement weather or on dirt.

Steve geared up, trying to keep the RPMs below 2000 with the hopes that he might get a little more traction. Despite his slipping and sliding he was still gaining on the car in front of him, then another problem appeared or should he say disappeared. The closer he got to the car the less he could see, because of the dirt being kicked up by the car in front of him.

In the few seconds available to him he pondered what to do. Should he race on through the dust knowing that he would either hit the car in front of him or go off into a ditch? On the other hand, did he back off and follow him until other opportunities presented themselves. His Cobra was his pride and joy and the thought of doing major damage to the car bothered him ... a lot. However, cars could be fixed. April's reputation couldn't be fixed and right now she needed him.

His foot pushed harder on the gas and he tried to keep it at least going in the same direction. Steve squinted through the dust trying to see if he had any indication where the car would be then suddenly he felt a crunch. The left front corner of his car hit the right rear corner of the Taurus. He had unknowingly used the pit maneuver to send the car spinning off into the field on the left-hand side of the road.

As he saw the car spinning to the left, he slammed on his brakes causing the Cobra to skid into the right-hand ditch. Unfortunately, the Cobra skidded backend first into the ditch; the worst position for a car like the Cobra. He looked for the Taurus and only saw a cloud of dust as it spun in the other field. He shifted into first and tried to slowly ease the cobra out of the ditch, but his wheels just spun in the loose dirt. He tried shifting into second so the tires wouldn't spin as much, with the same results.

He looked up to see what the Taurus was doing and as the dust was beginning to clear he saw the man in the car pull rifle from his back seat. Steve was a sitting duck and he had nothing to defend himself with. He ducked and lay over the console just as the bullet came through his windshield hitting the head rest in the driver seat. As the second shot came through the windshield, he noticed the Sheriff's business card on the floor in front of his face.

He had left his blackberry in the car and fortunately cell service was available. So he called the sheriff just as a third shot came through his windshield and hit the head rest of the passenger seat. His blackberry beeped as he went to the Sheriff's voicemail. Steve was hurriedly trying to tell him that April was in danger a man was either trying to blackmail or ruin her. As he was trying to explain all this to the Sheriff a fourth shot came through the windshield then a fifth punctured the left front tire.

Steve heard the Taurus start back up and he glanced through the windshield. He watched the Taurus head back down the road towards April's house and he felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.

Steve had a pension for traveling the country and unfortunately the Cobra with its high torque and very light rear end had a gift for getting stuck. So Steve had added a couple of Track Grabbers to his emergency traveling kit. Track Grabbers are straps with a traction bar and installs perpendicular to the tire tread. The traction bars work well in sand, mud or snow equally.

Steve had use these before and quickly got out of the car retrieving the two straps from his spare tire wheel well. He quickly strapped them on both rear tires tightened them as much as he could and jumped back in the driver seat. He put in first gear and slowly added gas until the Track Grabbers caught lifted the backend grabbing some traction and moved forward. Steve continued his slow climb out of the ditch until he was back on solid road. He immediately jumped out and took the grabbers off the back wheels, stowed them in the back of the Cobra and took off towards April's house.

Unfortunately, his flat left front tire made navigating the dirt road even more treacherous than it had been. Steve didn't have time to change the tire, because he had to get April before that thug did something to her. As he rounded the stand of trees he saw the Taurus take off down a dirt road he didn't even know was there. The chills ran down his spine as he saw the car leaving and he hoped April was still okay in the house.

When he got to the front yard, he slammed on the brakes and before the car had even stopped he was out running towards the house. He barreled through the front door and up to April's bedroom only to find an empty bed and her pink iPhone on the bedside table. He grabbed the phone and made a quick search of the bathrooms. Steve ran back downstairs to the kitchen just to make sure she wasn't there ... she wasn't.

He frantically searched for anything he could use to help and he found a key rack with a group of car keys by the back door. Fortunately, someone had labeled all the keys on the key rack and he found one for a Jeep Wrangler. To be honest he didn't remember seeing a Jeep but it could've been in the garage next to the house. However, he did remember seeing a gun rack in their library and ran to get a gun to take with him.

Unfortunately, the Hunt household was very security conscious and the gun rack was locked. Steve used one of the lamps to hammer open the case until he could procure a 30-06 and some shells. With keys and gun in hand he ran out of the house and into the adjoining garage, where he did indeed find a Jeep Wrangler. With the garage door open he took off towards the distant cloud of dust.

This was one of the advantages of living in West Texas. Everything was flat as a pancake until you ran into the mountains. So Steve didn't bother with roads. He picked a landmark by the cloud of dust in the distance, drew a straight line and took off cross-country. The Jeep bucked and bounced across the landscape and several times Steve almost was thrown out of the car. He had not had enough time to buckle his seatbelt, but in between bounces he finally got the seatbelt snug across his chest and waist.

The dust cloud was no longer there and that meant one of two things; either he had stopped or he was now traveling over rocks. Steve pushed the Jeep as fast as it would go and there were some magnificent leaps into the air that almost toppled the Jeep. Steve was scared out of his mind, mostly about what was happening to April, but also whether he would survive this frenzied pursuit.

A couple of times he had to slam on the brakes as he came upon washed out draw (a washed out area created by a flash flood). The deep gullies would've broken the axles on the Jeep if he had hit them at full speed. He only slowed enough to get through the gullies without breaking his only means of getting to April. Once he had made it through the gully, he sped up to his reckless pace.

The mountains were coming up fast and he still didn't see the car. Considering his options he assumed he came up on the left-hand side of the car. It was really a coin flip on which direction to go, but a right turn seemed the most logical. As he got close he veered to the right paralleling the mountains looking for any sign of the car and April.

For 15 minutes, he cruised slowly in front of the mountains looking both directions trying to find any sign. As time went on, not locating any sign of April increased his anxiety. He had no idea who the maniac was, but that he had been taking pictures and then kidnapped April did not bode well. That meant for whatever reason he wasn't afraid of her notoriety, but instead he had some sinister plan for her.

When he saw a small dust cloud, he rushed towards it knowing it could be anything, but hoping April would be there. As he rounded a huge pile of boulders he saw an old miner shack perched on the edge of a cliff. He couldn't see the car, but he could see a crumpled pile of blonde hair lying on some sheets in front of the shack. He knew it was April but he couldn't see the kidnapper or the car and knew this was some kind of trap.

Steve stopped the Jeep so he could keep an eye on the shack and loaded his rifle, just in case. With rifle in hand we slowly advanced on the shack, unsure whether a stealth or direct approach would be best. Steve looked around and there were plenty of hiding places and the hairs on the back of his neck told him this was a trap. He would almost be willing to bet that the kidnapper already knew he was here and was watching him at that very moment.

Steve found a place that provided a modicum of cover as well as a good view of the shack. As he was watching he saw April move and squirm on the sheets underneath her, so he knew she was alive. However, he had no idea how badly hurt or what this scum had done to her. He clenched his fists as his anger built, but tried to keep a clear head as he shouted, "What is it you want and what have you done to April?"

As an answer, April was yanked off her feet and pulled high into the air by a rope tied around her wrists. Steve hadn't noticed before, but there was a long boom attached to the shack that was apparently used to haul goods up and down the cliff face. The rope attached to April's wrists was threaded through a pulley on the end of the boom. He watched in horror as the boom swung until April was dangling over open air, with a long way down to the bottom.

April was still naked from their night of lovemaking, and Peter was leering lecherously at the sight of April's nude body. Steve wanted to cover her so Peter couldn't see his woman. However, he was more concerned with the kidnappers implied threat. Any slip or attempt to save her and he would cut the rope with April plunging over the cliff to her death.

Steve's eyes caught April's and tried to calm the terror on her face. He tried to project an air of confidence, hiding his own fear from her. With his eyes he let her know that he loved her and he would save her. He shouted to the unknown kidnapper, "Tell me whatever it is you want. Please, swing April back over the cliff face so that we do not have an accident."

A man in a black Stetson stepped out of the miner shack, and something about him looked familiar to Steve. He tried to figure out where he had seen him before, but he just couldn't place him. The man looked at him and shouted, "April stays where she is; I have found over the years that a little bit of fear is a great motivator. As for what I want, I need all paper and electronic copies of your environmental report on the refinery in Corpus Christi."

Steve stood speechlessly for several seconds as it suddenly dawned on him that this wasn't about April. She had just been a pawn and he had been the objective. She was the leverage to get whatever he wanted and it was then that Steve recognized who the man in the black Stetson was. He had met with the man briefly twice, once when he started the job and once when he ended it. He was the plant manager of the Hunt Corpus Christi refinery.

Steve quickly looked over at April and she had a look of confusion as well as terror on her face. Steve remembered the man's name was Peter something and addressed him accordingly, "Peter, you can have whatever you want. All I want is April safe and sound, but we do have a problem, because all my copies of the report are on my laptop back at the hotel. How do you propose we get around that?"

Peter gave an evil laugh that sent chills down April's and Steve's back. He looked at April hungrily and said to Steve, "You just go get it and leave April with me."

Steve angrily stepped around the boulder and shouted, "No fucking way pal, there is no way I'm leaving her with you." Steve's mind spun for alternatives and finally asks, "Do you know anybody that could bring my computer backpack from the hotel out here? Everything is in there, including the backup."

Peter looked pensive for a second then thought of Consuelo. He knew he would have to give her some extra money, but it would shave about an hour and a half off a round-trip to the hotel. He pulled out his Galaxy phone and called Holland hotel.

As Steve saw Peter pull out his phone he remembered April's iPhone in his pocket. While Peter was distracted he hauled it out of his pocket and set it on the boulder in front of him. He dialed 911, making sure the speaker phone portion was turned off. When he heard the faint voice of the emergency operator answer he shouted at Peter, "What about the Sheriff, he could bring it here?"

Peter snickered after he hung up with Consuelo, "The sheriff? He's just a big joke. If he would have arrested you and thrown you in jail when you first brought in April, we wouldn't be in this situation. With you in jail for the kidnapping of April nobody would've believed your report."

Steve suddenly felt ashamed and guilty, because all of this was his fault. From the very beginning things were happening to April because of him. He looked at April and she had a very confused look on her face, trying to understand why she was in the situation. She figured out there was some kind of report that had started all of this, but she still didn't understand how she became involved.

The emergency operator picked up on what he was trying to do and transferred him to the Sheriff's cell phone. When he faintly heard Sheriff's gruff voice he shouted back at Peter, "So Peter just a clarification. When Consuelo brings my computer backpack and you get all your copies of the report you will let April go. We will both go free ... Right?"

Steve heard the faint shouting of orders on the other end of the phone. Inside he breathed a sigh of relief, believing that help was finally on its way, but it was at least an hour way. Now all he had to do was distract Peter and keep April safe until help arrived. However, if the opportunity arose he wanted to take a large piece of Peter for everything he would have done to April.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 10



Chapter 19

Dangling over the cliff was the most terrifying moment April could ever think of. She looked down between her naked breasts and saw her hips swinging wildly, with her toes wiggling in the air. Far below, very far below was the rocky landscape, filled with sharp and jagged boulders. If anything happened to the rope, there was no way she could survive the fall.

April looked across the chasm and saw Steve there. His face was hard and angry and his body tensed like a coiled spring ready to strike. He had come to save her just like she knew he would, but he was currently stymied by the man calling himself Peter. Strangely enough, with Steve there she felt a sense of security.

She knew it was strange, not being terrified, but somehow she knew Steve would sacrifice his own life to save hers. Dangling over a precipice and being a held hostage by some kind of maniac had been terrifying at first. However, when Steve arrived all those feelings vanished. She kept her eyes on him watching him, watch her.

His eyes and face were loving and supportive, but there was also a fierce confidence that he would save her. After she listened to the conversation between Steve and Peter she understood that this was not about her or her father. This was all about Steve and she saw the look of guilt on his face as he realized that it was his fault. That only seemed to harden his determination.

She remembered that look of determination and it sent chills through her. It was only yesterday, but it was a lifetime ago when Steve strung her up in her bedroom. Her whole outlook on life, love and whom she was had changed. She experienced and felt things that night that surpassed her vivid imagination and Steve had done them to her. Everything he had done, he had done for her, with love, compassion. He showed a hard determination to tear down her walls and make her his.

Last night she had surrendered herself to him and it was something she had never done before. She never let a man have control over her, but now there was someone very special and she liked the way he ruled her. He explored and pushed her limits while keeping her in line. With him she felt safe and knew he would look after her, all while demanding strict a strict code of conduct.

When he had run off to try to save her from an intruder, she knew she had found her soul mate. With the faint marks and redness on her body she knew he had claimed her, but the more profound marks were inside on her heart. He had only demanded that she control herself, and he had not demanded her trust, love or respect. However, by the end of the night she had eagerly given him whatever he wanted; her heart, her body and even her free will.

While he was gone trying to save her reputation, many of her fantasies rushed through her head. Steve was always the star of her dramas. She remembered, with passion flowing through his veins, he gripped her so tightly she could feel their hearts merge. There was just something about his strong hands as he held her. She felt so secure, so wanted, so loved and it was pure bliss.

He had been far more passionate than she ever imagined, especially when she crossed him. He never hurt her, only punishing and correcting her when she tried to control him with her bratty behavior. She liked the way he set rules and limits and wouldn't let her get away with breaking them. It made her feel like someone actually cared about her. He cared about her enough to demand only the very best from her.

After he left, her skin burned in her body vibrated as she waited for him to come back to her. She had cum more times last night and her whole life before, with the intensity being like an atom bomb inside her. Despite all of that she hungered for more. Her body was exhausted, achy and sore but she had grown addicted to his attention and needed more. She wanted to feel his arms holding her tight and his hands tenderly touching her skin. She wanted to feel his hands knotting in her hair as he demanded a kiss. Oh God, she ached for him.

When she heard the front door open she assumed it was Steve and joy rippled through her body. She quickly jumped on her knees, but still naked on the bed and assumed the slave presentation position she saw on the Internet. She wanted to give herself again and have him use her anyway he saw fit. Her breathing got rapid as she heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. Her heart hammered in her chest as he approached and she cast her eyes downward so that she wasn't looking at him.

She heard his footsteps pause at the doorway and a tiny smile crept over her face. She felt her whole body flush with desperate fire for him and maybe a little embarrassment. She could feel his eyes ogling her and she knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Then she heard him approach and he was standing next to the bed, but something didn't smell right.

It was not his scent, but instead a dusty unkempt smell. She started to turn her head as a foul-smelling rank cloth was placed over her face. April quickly looked up and saw a stranger leering at her, sending panic and fearful chills down her spine. As the world began to dim and go dark April tried to scream for Steve to come save her. She never got the words out before the world went dark and she slumped to the bed.

April woke several minutes later bouncing on the back seat of a car as it traveled at high speed over rough landscape. She was hogtied, still naked but wrapped in the sheets of her bed. The man that took her was in the front seat driving. She had no idea where they were going, she only knew they were getting their very fast.

A few more minutes later the car stopped and he pulled her out of the back seat. She screamed, squirmed and fought as he carried her up a winding cliff to a small shack. However, when she saw the narrow path and the long drop over the edge of the cliff, she stopped squirming as much. She didn't want him touching her, but she didn't want to fall to her death either. He took her to the edge of the cliff next to the shack, retied her hands in front of her then tied her hands to a hoist.

He left her in the morning sun naked lying on her sheets. He was alternated hiding himself in the shack and in various rocks around it. He was obviously waiting for someone and the only person April could think of was Steve. She still couldn't understand what was going on, but when Steve did show up she felt like things would be okay.

She believed in Steve, more than she had any other human being. He was her protector, her white night, her friend and after last night her lover and her master.

Chapter 20

Steve knew the only time he had to do something was before his report arrived. So with his eyes on the prize he slowly began walking up the path towards the shack. He could see the trust and love in April's eyes as she knew he was coming to get her. Across the chasm they were making love with their eyes. She felt her heart growing in her chest with each step that Steve took proving he would defend her to his dying breath.

Peter however had a completely different reaction. As Steve walked around the boulders, Peter yelled at him to stop. The minute he stepped onto the narrow ledge leading to the shack, Peter put a shot from his rifle between his feet.

Steve stopped for a second glared at Peter and said, "You're getting what you want. There's no point in endangering April while we wait for it to arrive. So I'm going to come out there, bring her back over land and untie her from the boom. You still have the guns, so we are still your hostages."

Steve looked back at April and he could see her shaking her head, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid Peter would shoot him because of her and she wanted to make sure that wouldn't happen. She would rather die on the rocks below than let Steve die because of her.

Steve saw her love and her heart pouring out through her eyes. She was willing to sacrifice herself to save him. That was the gorgeous heart that had been revealed to him the night before. That was the woman he would fight for. He wanted to shelter her with one arm and defend her against all comers with the other.

Steve slowly began walking down the path heading towards April. He saw the barrel of the rifle tracking his every footstep and he knew any second he could die. Then again Peter could release the rope and April could die, so he had to get her safely back on the ledge.

The whole of the business end of the rifle followed his every movement, but he finally reached the boom. He swung the boom until April was back safely over land then untied the rope, slowly lowering her to the ledge. April's legs trembled underneath her and he had to lower her all the way to the ground.

Steve rushed over to April and sat cross-legged in the dirt as he pulled her into his lap. She immediately curled into his arms as he held her tight against his body. He hadn't even thought about how cold it was but April was freezing and he pulled off his jacket wrapping her tightly as he began undoing the ropes around her wrists. The whole time he could see the barrel of the rifle out of the corner of his eyes and it never wavered as they were kept in its sights.

He took the ropes off her wrists, then put her arms through the jacket and zipped it up. He could tell she was finally starting to warm back up, but the other objective was to hide her sexy figure from Peter's ogling eyes. Once he had her firmly ensconced in the jacket she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tightly against his chest.

She clung to him like a desperate leech with her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. Steve felt April's shoulders shake as she began sobbing with relief. She had been abducted, transported here, dangled over a death defying drop and the final insult was Peter's lecherous gaze. Now she was safely in Steve's arms and April finally felt secure again.

They heard Peter laughing from the shack, "This is all so very touching, but I remember you were fucking her brains out a few hours ago. Oh, and I have the pictures to prove it. I wonder how much I can sell those for on the Internet?"

Steve had suspected as much, but now Peter confirmed it. The minute he gets what he wants from his computer, they are dead. There's no way he would try to sell those pictures if they were still alive. So no matter what the odds Steve needed to do something.

Objective one had been accomplished; April was safely back on the mountaintop and not dangling over a group of rocks anymore. Now he needed to do something about Peter. Steve started weighing his options. It seemed the only play he had was to distract him, get close and get the gun away from him.

The obvious distraction was April; her naked body would've distracted a monk. She was his now and his feelings for her were too deep. He could not use her that way and he wanted to keep her safe, away from the action. Steve kissed the top of her head and stroked her silky hair as he thought about what to do.

The first part was getting close, so he stood gathering April in his arms and carried her over to the edge of the shack. Peter's reaction was predictable, "What the hell are you doing? Get back, stay away. Do not come over here or I'll kill you both."

Steve started shuffling slowly towards the shack while in a conciliatory tone said, "I understand, but I need to get April out of a cold wind. She is almost hypothermic from hanging naked in the cold wind. I just need to get her warmed up. I'm sure you don't want her to die of pneumonia."

Peter didn't say anything but with the gun barrel he gestured towards the back corner of the shack. Peter moved back out of the way giving Steve plenty of room to enter the shack. Still, the barrel of the gun was within arm's reach of Steve as he passed and he was tempted to make a grab. However, with April in his arms he was limited in what he could do. He moved through the doorway and put April on the floor against the back wall of the shack.

The two lovers stared at each other for a second then April saw a hard resolve in Steve's eyes. She knew he was to try something and she quickly reached up grabbing his face with both hands. She pulled him close with her mouth latching on to his lips. Her kiss was hard, loving and frantic. She wanted him to know that she loved him, not to take any chances and to come back to her.

As the kiss ended, they stared into each other's eyes. Steve's eyes reserved all the love in his heart for April, but there was also a hard predatory look that belonged to Peter. The pride and love in April's eyes were clear, as was the worry. She wanted him back in one piece and silently mouthed, "Be careful."

Steve moved to the door with his hands held high in mock surrender. Steve wanted to put as much distance as he could between him and April. Therefore, when Steve made his move Peter's focus would be on him, not April. Steve slowly moved towards the door forcing Peter to back away, giving him room to get through the door.

Steve slowly exited the door and walked away from the shack towards the cliff face drawing Peter with him. He continued to move slowly and softly towards the cliff face until Peter stopped at the edge of the shack. Peter did not move any further, because from this position he could see April and Steve.

Steve was just out of arms reach of the rifle, but with two quick steps he could grab it. Peter was far forward enough where he would have a difficult time bringing the rifle to bear on April and that's the way Steve wanted it. April had stood up and he could see her watching him anxiously through a little window cut out in the shack.

April could see Peter's whole body tensing as though he knew Steve was going to make a move. The stringy muscles in his arm were tensing as he gripped the rifle tighter. He was stabilizing his stance and his finger was inching towards the trigger. April glanced at Steve and she could see all of his muscles were coiled like a snake ready to strike.

A devilish like scream split the air and both men swiveled to look at April. She had stripped off her coat and was using the only weapon at her disposal to help the man she loved. Her naked body was all she had and if would keep Steve safe she would use everything she had. Both men were frozen, stunned by the beautiful naked apparition of April glistening in the sunlight.

Steve snapped out of his trance a split second before Peter did and this gave him the edge he needed. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle yanking Peter off his feet as he pulled the barrel up and away from his body. Peter's feet battled to find any foothold, but kept slipping off the edge. His hands kept grabbing for the rifle, trying to hold on to anything that would keep him from falling over the edge.

In his struggles, his finger pulled the trigger and the resulting blast reverberating through the hills. Steve heard what sounded like a bumblebee zoom past his ear just before the blast from the gun deafened his right ear. The concussion from the gun and the resulting pain in his ear prompted Steve to open his hand and release the gun barrel. Steve watched in a satisfied horror as Peter plunged over the edge of the cliff and was impaled on the jagged rocks below.

April dashed out of the shack plunging, still naked, into Steve's arms. At first, she was afraid he had been shot, but when she didn't find any blood she was thankful and kissed everything she could reach. Steve was still trembling with the adrenaline and stunned by the rifle blast. April wrapped in his arms was the best treatment for both conditions.

Both of them were shaking with waning fear, horror over Peter and relief that they were both okay. They shared their relief, and their common repugnance over what happened seemed to bring their hearts even closer together. It seemed as though it was the world against them and the only people they can rely on were each other. Their love unified them, with two people blossoming into a conjoined flower of love. Their hearts were becoming one and neither wanted to fight it.

Love was flourishing, but it needed nourishment and the passion inside them was food for their soul. Steve felt her satiny smooth skin underneath his hands and he had to have more. He fit an ass cheek in each hand and lifted her off her feet until her expectant face was even with his. His mouth latched on to hers as he gluttonously gorged himself on her lips.

April had never been kissed like this in her life, not even his other rousing kisses compared. It was impetuous, wild, amorous, obliterating any thoughts in her head and at the same time blissfully ratifying their love. Maybe it was the near-death experience or just him realizing how much he loved her. She went from scared out of her mind, to panic because she thought she had lost him. When she ran into his arms she was ecstatic that he was okay, but now her insides were scorched with needy desire.

Both of them were panting hard when the kiss ended and their eyes glued together with a heartfelt love. There was a maelstrom of emotions being passed back and forth, but both had a deep ache inside only the other could fill. Whether it was their cataclysmic experiences or the fear of losing each other, it was vital to have their arms around each other.

They both became desperate for an affirmation of life and love. Their kisses and hugs were franticly exquisite. Each felt fiercely alive basking in in their tempestuous love for each other. Everything around them faded into insignificance and only their hearts mattered. Their escape from death only clarified their love and made them feverish to affirm it. Steve rained kisses on Aprils face as she passionately tried to kiss him back.

April was on fire and had to have him. She wiggled in his grasp until he set her on the ground and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She unbuckled his pants and ravenously sucked his cock into her mouth. Her first blow job had been last night and for the first time she was giving love instead of taking. Hearing his groans had sent chills down her back and she chose to kneel at his feet worshipping his cock. It satisfied her in a way she had never know and his moans were food for her heart and soul.

Feeling his hands pulling her head to his cock, feeling him grow in her mouth made her glow inside and out. Even when she gagged on his cock it made her yearn for more. She felt powerful, sexy, impassioned, blazing with white-hot passion with the sexual demon inside her coming to life. Last night when he came in her mouth she felt glorified and treasured, while at the same time electrified with her body on fire. She needed to be the vessel for his love, desire, passion with his cock and his seed only reaffirming his love. Deep in her heart she belonged to him, but last night when she drank his essence she knew he belonged to her as well.

April was lost in lusty space where only Steve's cock in her throat mattered. For the first time she had taken his whole cock and it was a glorious feeling. She felt him throbbing in her throat, smelled his scent and tasted his manly essence. With him she was free to run wild and be the sensual animal she really wanted to be. His cock in her throat was a glorious gift, not just to him, but the love she never thought she would find.

His cock her throat was a reminder of the perfection of the man that loved her. He may not be perfect for others, but he is perfect for her. The world around her has faded away and it's just her and her man's cock. Then suddenly he yanked her off his cock and pulled her up by her arms. Her eyes were crossed and glazed as she looked at him questioningly. The question was answered almost immediately when she felt the head of his cock prying open her anxious pussy.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 10



April wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As she slid down his cock her whole body went into overdrive. Last night she had been warmed up with more than a dozen orgasms before he ever filled her with his cock. This morning she was raw with sensations and he felt so big as he filled her still tight pussy. She took deep gasping breaths as his exquisite torture exploded in her head. Her stumbling scream of enthusiasm echoed throughout the canyon.

"OHGODOHGODOHGOD ... FUCK ... ME ... FUCK ... ME ... OH GOD ... SO DEEP ... NEVER ... STOP ... FUCKING ... ME!"

With his pants still trapped around his knees, Steve shuffled over to the shack, bouncing April up and down on his cock with each step. Each bounce created more fireworks behind her eyes as he filled and stretched her like never before. It was excruciatingly rapturous, as his unforgiving and relentless cock filled her to over flowing. April felt his cock slam deep against her cervix and crush her clit between their joined bodies with each step.

From the very first step she felt her cum consume her. She didn't know how it was possible, but his cock seem to be everywhere inside her. Her clit, G spot, and cervix were all being caressed simultaneously by his massive intruder. Each bouncy step set off another round of excruciatingly pleasurable explosions inside her.

It seemed to her that he was bigger and deeper inside her that he'd ever been, but she was helpless to resist him. It was agonizing pleasure bordering on agony and was everything she'd ever dreamed of. Her heart was exploding with the love she felt, while her mind was showered in sparks from their life-affirming coupling. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears ran down her face and she wanted to spend the rest of her life at this moment.

Tsunami after tsunami of ecstasy washed over her as the cums piled on top of each other. She could barely catch her breath and her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might explode. Her big man was sending her into orbit with each step and she couldn't imagine anything more perfect. It was love affirming and exactly where she wanted to be.

He took her the way she wanted; the way he wanted. She was free, yet he owned her body and soul. He owned all the orgasms slashing through her. Steve loved, adored and protected her, guiding her and making her his queen. He filled her mind with wonder, passion and awe while the bliss exploded in her body. He was wild as he thrust into the willing sweetness of her body. April eagerly gave him her all, as her gift to the man she loved.

He pushed her hard against the wall of the shack continuing fill her with more orgasms than she could count. Each cum was more searing and fulfilling than the last creating a sky full of beautiful unrelenting fireworks. With the wall of the shack supporting her one of Steve's hands were freed. Steve slid his hand through her silky hair and grabbed a fistful of her hair. His fist jerked her head backwards exposing her delicious neck. The jolt of pain and pleasure rippled down her back as his lips and teeth claimed her neck.

Her veins throbbed beneath his voracious lips in this very primal act of domination. The sacrifice of her neck had always been a very primitive and symbolic sign of submission. April's exposed neck told Steve that she trusted and believed in him. The erotic chills of having him feast on her neck only enhanced the rapture she felt as he filled her with his cock.

Steve was gorging himself on April as she offered her body in loving sacrifice. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed through her until she was all heat and light. April felt the whole world shake all around her, like the earthquake inside her skin made it out into the real world. He claimed her sacrifice as his, but gave her his dedication, love and devotion in return. He growled into her neck, "You're mine, you belong to me and you always will!"

April finally understood the difference between fucking and making love. Her heart and mind were filled with a bone deep sense of love and belonging. Every time they made love she felt him deeper inside her heart. She freely gave him whatever he wanted, because she belonged to him, but she also knew he belonged to her. That's what she felt deep inside. This was the joining of two hearts, two minds and two bodies. One couldn't exist without the other.

Powerful waves of ecstasy lifted her and swept her effortlessly along passion's sea. She was lifted and carried from crest to glorious wave crest. Only when the ecstasy overwhelmed him and he filled her with his seed, did he tenderly deposit her back on the shore. They clung together as April's body throbbed in heavenly rapture, and Steve's cock continued to pulse inside her. Waves of love, passion, rapture and euphoria tied them together tighter than any rope.

Steve slid to his knees with April's arms and legs still wrapped tightly around his torso. Both were hot, sweaty, covered in dust and general disheveled, but they glowed with love and passion's satisfaction. Both of them gazed into each other's eyes as the passion waned, and all-consuming love took its place.

They had survived Peter's plot with their love growing, consuming them and binding them in ways they would never have imagined. It wasn't the ropes, other toys or even the kinky sex; it was a connection neither had felt with anyone else. April's heart and mind had been marked by him and she will always wear them. She hid inside his arms afraid to let the world intrude and as she felt his arms tighten around her she knew he felt the same.

Steve had thought that this rich beauty queen would never open herself up and realize her potential. She had proved him extremely wrong and had given herself to him with the kind of love and passion he had only dreamed of. He came to the realization that he had closed himself off after his divorce and April had saved him, not the other way around. Once she made up her mind up she was all wind and lightening and he had gotten too close to hurricane April. She had swept his heart away, and while he was teaching her she had given him the greatest gift a man could have.

Her smile intoxicated him, while her soft loving eyes tore open his damaged heart. Whatever happened next, he belonged to her and she belonged to him. She had stolen his heart with her soulful longing gazes and with her love and passion. He softly and lovingly kissed her just before he growled, "Don't you ever put yourself in danger like that again! You belong to me and I don't want anything to ever put my property in danger again!"

April looked at him softly and she knew her distraction had ignited the fear of losing her. She could see the pain of loss in his eyes and the heart ache in his voice. Everything about him was telling her that he loved her desperately. She kissed him gently on the lips and with a lopsided grin and said, "Yes Master. Didn't you tell me yesterday to be the queen that fights alongside my man and not the damsel in distress?"

Steve couldn't help chuckling as his own words came back to haunt him. "Yes I did say that, but that was before I staked my claim on you. I think putting my property in danger requires a special punishment, just so you remember to never do it again."

April's smile got bigger as she snuggled deeper into his chest. She kissed the side of his neck and whispered seductively, "My master is always right and I look forward to being the object of his punishment."

Steve smiled lecherously as he pulled her tighter against his chest. Suddenly he stiffened, "Shit, I forgot I called the Sheriff when I first got here. He should probably be here in the next 20 minutes and we have to find the photographs before he gets here." Steve looked April directly in the eyes and ask, "Do you remember where the car is parked and can you go through his camera bag?"

April looked up anxiously and nodded her head up and down. Steve continued, "Okay, you find all the memory cards in the car, his camera bag and don't forget the camera itself. I'll find a way down at the bottom of the cliff and see if he has any memory cards in his pockets. We have 15 minutes to do it baby."

They gave each other a quick kiss then April ran into the shack to get back into his jacket. By the time she came out of the shack Steve was busy shimmying down the cliff face. At first, she had to walk slowly because her knees and trembling body were still to unsteady. Underneath the jacket her hard sensitive nipples were constantly being titillated, while the juices running down the inside of her thighs made her aware of a man waiting for her. April quickly ran back down the road where Peter had hidden his car and found six memory cards in his bag. 

She had time so she used the camera to view the cards and only the card inside the camera had any pictures of her. She left five of the cards in the camera bag and only took the one with her photos with her. April remembered to use a towel he had in the car to wipe off her fingerprints. The walk back to the shack was as bad as they walked down. Her nipples throbbed and her arousal just got worse with her pussy lips squishing together as she walked back to the mining shack.

Her life before Steve had been all work. Between school, her modeling gigs, and the ranch she only had small snippets of time to go out with the girls. It was almost as if her life before Steve didn't even matter. All he had to do was look at her and her body trembled with need, her heart beat fiercely for him and her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.

He made her feel free and powerful, yet at the same time she felt soft and pliable. She felt equal amounts of tears, laughter and euphoria. For the last three days she had been on a roller coaster of emotions with euphoric highs. They involved love, satisfaction, freedom, and adoration as if she was finally coming home. When her roller coaster hit the lows she felt guilt, insecurity, disappointment in herself, and fear of failure or inadequacy. She had doubts about herself, but never about him.

She trusted him with her heart and her life. He had proven himself by saving her twice and by the way taken her when he loved her. Her practical side wondered where this was going and how it could ever really work, but her spiritual side felt that she had finally found the man of her dreams. Despite all the conflicts, she knew she couldn't be without him. He was a part of her now and she needed him just like she needed oxygen to breathe.

When Steve finally reached Peter he almost threw up at his grotesquely broken body. It was the most gruesome thing he had ever seen. To think that used to be a human being. He pushed back the bile in his throat and gently patted down the pockets of his pants and shirt pockets. He found one memory card in his shirt pocket. There was no way knowing what was on it, but it seemed logical that it was pictures of April. He took that card with him and made the climb back up the cliff face.

By the time he reached the shack April was waiting patiently for him. She jumped back into his arms and gave him the camera card she had found. She had a sultry glint in her eye as she again snuggled against him and whispered, "Steve, there are some very sexy pictures of your slave on that card. I think my Master may need to inspect them, before he destroys them."

Steve grinned at her saying, "I think those pictures got my sub a little excited. A lecherous thought is a terrible thing to waste, but unfortunately the Sheriff will probably be here fairly soon."

They walked hand-in-hand back to the boulder where Steve had stashed April's phone. Steve redialed the last number and the Sheriff picked up immediately. Steve relayed the turn of events to the Sheriff. His voice sounded relieved until Steve told him that he would need the corner for Peter. Steve heard the Sheriff issue an order to get Will out there for crime scene photos and analysis. The Sheriff disconnected and the two lovers were again left alone.

They climbed inside the Jeep Wrangler until the sheriff arrived. April curled up in Steve's lap and within minutes fell into an exhausted sleep.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 11



Chapter 21

Steve saw the distant trails of dust in the air and knew the sheriff was about a half hour away. Obviously he had miss judged how fast the Sheriff would be here. His early estimate of 20 minutes was closer to 45 minutes. The plumes told Steve that there were at least three vehicles and maybe more. He knew they were both in for a long morning, giving a report of everything that had happened. With April asleep in his arms he thought he would just enjoy their time together before the chaos gathered.

There is something heartwarming and special about holding April in his arms as she slept. In the last three days both of them had changed. April seemed even more beautiful now than when he first met her. Her face was softer more feminine, more open and giving than she used to be. The hard lines around her mouth and eyes were gone, and she looked almost doll like in her serenity. It was as if the worries of the world had disappeared from her face and her body relaxed in a trusting contentment.

He lovingly stroked her hair and kissed her forehead with a casual loving gesture. April responded by sighing his name and snuggling tighter in his arms. Their bodies fit perfectly together and his arms tightened trying to get her as close as he could. He watched her sleep in awe. She would twitch in her sleep erotically moaning his name and afterwards snuggle tighter into his arms. At one point she had a particularly violent shutter and in her sleep whimpered, "Stay Steve, stay with me Master."

Steve was pleased that even as she slept he dominated her dreams. He wanted to reassure her and responded by tightening his arms and whispering into her ear, "I'm yours baby. I'm not going anywhere my love." Even in her sleep April preened against him as she heard those words and her lips curled into a blissful smile.

Steve absent-mindedly stroked her hair and caressed her face as he watched her sleep. She had very quickly captured a place in his heart and he knew they both needed each other. He felt a strong ache in his chest when he heard her moaning and whimpering his name as she slept. He knew she had captured him, but he could tell that he owned her as well. Looking at her he felt very possessive and growled, "You're mine and only mine."

The smile on her face broadened until her whole face glowed with a dreamy happiness. She had morphed into the perfect woman, at least perfect for him. It was hard for him to even remember the hard-bitten, arrogant, cock-tease that he first met. She was so much more than that now and she belonged to him. His smile tightened, because with ownership came great responsibility.

She was a very strong independent woman, and she had protected her heart by hiding it behind her castle walls. Now he had breached her castle walls and captured her heart, so it was his responsibility to keep it safe. There had been a pure beautiful innocence woman hidden inside her and he had forced her to reveal it. It was his duty now to make sure that she has never hurt again.

He had come to Alpine reveling in his freedom and promising never to open his heart again. At first, he had been willing to play April's games, but everything began to change after the spanking. Somewhere during the time he had her on the rafters the real April was revealed to him. In those moments with her heart open, raw, and vulnerable to him, he fell in love with the real April. Those moments of unbearable pleasure had cracked open the castle around her heart and the brilliance of the real April had shown through. He didn't want it, but he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with the innocent little girl he saw inside. His heart seemed to have a mind of its own.

Steve's musings were cut short as he heard the Sheriff's vehicles grinding her way up the rocks to where they were. He looked down at April's serene face and bent down to kiss her lips. He let his tongue trace her lips until her mouth opened in a plea for more. He knew she was awake now and Steve softly whispered, "The Sheriff's almost here baby, it's time to wake up."

April's eyes opened with the purest look of love Steve had ever seen. She studied his face almost as if she was seeing it for the first time. She had expected this to be one incredible dream and he would be gone when she woke up. He was still here, holding her, with his eyes telling her that he loved her as much as she loved him. She had been dreaming of the way he made love to her and she wasn't ready to get up. Her eyes closed, with her lips curling into a petulant pout as she moaned, "No, I'm not ready to wake up!"

Steve knew how she feels he wasn't ready for her to be out of his arms either, but the sheriff wouldn't wait. Steve wove his fingers into her hair, nodded his fist and pulled her face away from his chest. Her eyes were open now looking at him intensely and he could see her craving for more. "Little girls who pout and say no to their master could get a spanking!"

April's whole face lit up in impish grin, "Oh Master, do you promise."

Steve laughingly said, "Absolutely my spoiled little girl!"

Steve flipped her over in his lap and gave her a quick pop on her very inviting ass cheek. April moaned, wiggled her butt and seductively whimpered, "One master, may I have another?"

Steve laughed as he flipped her back over in his lap. He loved her playful manner and he almost felt giddy as they played together. "Yes my sexy little imp, but there's a time and place for everything. Right now the Sheriff will be here any second. As much as I want to play with my baby; right now I have to protect her reputation."

April's playful look faded and was replaced by one of complete and total, giving everything you have, love. Her eyes glistened with the intensity of the love she felt for this man. While their lovemaking had been nothing short of incredible she could tell he really loved her, all of her. Every other man in town would've wanted to brag that they bedded April, but he wanted to protect her. He was her teacher, her lover, her master, as well as, her knight in shining armor.

April jumped against his chest wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. In an emotion choked voice said, "Oh God Steve, I love you so much."

Their lips merged in a deep, loving and soulful kiss that affirmed everything both of them were feeling. They held each other tightly as their mouths fused in a passionate kiss. The kiss would've gone on forever, except the engine sounds of the Sheriff's vehicles were within seconds of being there. Steve broke the kiss suddenly and lifted April out of the car so she could stand on her own feet. She smoothed his jacket down over her butt and it fell about mid-thigh.

Steve jumped out of the jeep and stood directly behind April holding her shoulders. April needed his hands on her to give her the courage to face the upcoming inquiry. She felt him kiss the top of her head just as the Sheriff's SUV appeared around the boulder and came to a screeching halt in front of them. Steve gathered April's long hair and draped it down her back. Once he made sure the Sheriff was watching he put his hand on her neck and chills ran down April spine. She knew what it meant. He was publicly announcing to anyone that could read body language that she belongs to him.

The Sheriff immediately understood the gesture and his eyes swiveled April. She felt chills and butterflies as the Sheriff waited for her response. She could have publicly rebuked Steve and let the Sheriff know that no one could claim her and she was still on her own. However, that was not anything close to what she was feeling inside. She did belong to him; body and soul. She wanted him to own her, use her, fuck her, torment her, adore her, pamper her, cherish her, hold her and protect her. April leaned back into Steve's chest and covered his hand with hers. Their fingers wove together around her neck, further demonstrating their commitment to each other.

The Sheriff's eyes opened wide as he understood what was going on. Apparently a lot had changed in two days. These two seemed like the most unlikely list of couples, but he had never seen April look like this. She was softly radiant like only a woman in love can be. As he looked into her eyes he could see the spoiled bitch persona wasn't there anymore. She had given herself to someone she could finally trust. He could tell none of this had anything to do with sex or lust. The Sheriff could tell there were deep loving feelings on both sides and Steve was just making it known to everyone there to keep their hands off.

He had known April since she was five. Her mother dominated her first 10 years and her father dominated the rest. She had always been scared and aloof. He could tell that she covered all of her loneliness with arrogance and brash self-indulgence. He had seen her inner beauty when she volunteered at the old folk's home and at the hospital. He knew there is a kind and beautiful woman inside hungering to get out.

April had been like the daughter he never had and he wanted her to finally achieve her dreams. He had always wanted to see her get out from under her father's influence and he wanted to see her very happy. The sheriff never expected Steve to be the person she would fall in love with. He had seen how shaken she had been when they kissed in his room, but he never expected this.

The Sheriff nodded his head silently letting both of them know that he understood. He gave April a fatherly smile that told her he was very happy for her. He quickly turned off his smile became the Sheriff again asking, "I'll need statements from both of you and I need you to separate. I have that infamous backpack of yours in the back of my Tahoe. However, first one of you has to show me where the kidnapper is."

April turned in Steve's arms, giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the chest before she went back to the Sheriff's car to write her statement. Steve's heart and arms ached to have her back, but he knew they had work to do. He took a deep cleansing breath, looked at the Sheriff and said, "Follow me."

Steve walked over to the ledge by the mining shack and pointed over the edge. Sheriff looked over the edge and grimaced. Steve had grown used to the Sheriff's nonverbal communication and when he looked at him questioningly he knew what the Sheriff wanted. Steve left out everything about their night together. He began with the car chase, Peter abducting April from her house and concluded with her exposing herself as a distraction so he could take out Peter.

The sheriff glanced over to his car and smiled tightly as he saw April in the front seat writing out her statement. He turned back to Steve and put a strong hand on his shoulder. Their story told him that both of them had put everything on the line to save the other. The Sheriff gained new respect for Steve and truly felt a little choked up that April had finally found real love. He had seen all the bullet holes in Steve's car and now with this story he knew April had found someone who would love and protect her. Steve had already put his life on the line to protect April and that meant a lot to the Sheriff.

Sheriff got back on track and asks Steve about what was so important in his computer backpack. Steve explained that he had done the mercury consulting job for Hunt oil and Peter had been the refinery manager. Peter had apparently signed off on the plan to send mercury into the atmosphere and Steve's report had detailed the entire scheme. If the truth came out he would be sued in bankruptcy and most likely go to jail. Steve explained that April had been only a pawn to discredit Steve. When that didn't work he had resorted to more drastic tactics, but April had been innocent of any wrongdoing.

Sheriff looked off in the distance while his mind tried to assimilate this complicated scheme. Steve could almost see the wheels turning in the Sheriff's head as he tried to put all the pieces together.

Steve started thinking about mercury and its uses. Because it's a liquid metal it has long been used in place of ball bearings. Mercury seals could withstand much more pressure than most bearings. For places like water treatment plants with huge trickling filters, a mercury seal was ideal. That ideal slippery metal created havoc whenever the seal broke. Trying to track down the slippery metal was why the old-timers used to call mercury, Quicksilver. Once the Quicksilver gets loose it slithers everywhere and it's almost impossible to clean up.

Before its risks were fully realized mercury had been used in everything from part of the amalgam in dental fillings to make-up. It had even been used in many drugs before its danger was known. Once it was in something Quicksilver was hard to get rid of. Steve had written his master's thesis on mercury detection and had gained a huge respect for Quicksilver. Hunt Oil refinery was only one of many mercury consulting jobs he had taken on. He had been finding mercury in almost everything and had an effect become a messenger on the dangers of Quicksilver.

Both Steve and the Sheriff were startled out of their musings by the sound of a helicopter coming towards them. The sheriff didn't want the crime scene being contaminated and he gestured wildly for the helicopter to land on flat spot about a mile away. He then sent one of his deputies to pick up whoever was in helicopter. Both Steve and the Sheriff already knew who that was, since the helicopter had Hunt Oil emblazoned on its side.

About five minutes later, one of the SUVs came back and Mr. Hunt bailed out of the car and headed directly to the sheriff. He totally ignored April as he walked by, but Steve could see her watching him with a quizzical look. He walked right up to the Sheriff and with arms akimbo demanded, "What the hell's going on here?" Then he cocked his head at Steve and added, "What the hell is he doing here?"

The Sheriff seemed to be playing things close to the vest as he responded, "April has been kidnapped again and Steve saved her ... again. That's what he's doing here."

Mr. Hunt didn't seem to relax when he heard April was safe. He was still stiff and tense with his eyes darting around trying to take everything in. His eyes finally came back to the Sheriff and he asked, "What kind of ransom did the kidnapper demand and did Peter hurt April?"

Steve's eyes quickly swiveled to the Sheriff to see if he picked up on Mr. Hunt's slip of the tongue. The Sheriff didn't show any outward signs of recognition, but Steve noticed he was visibly stiffer towards Mr. Hunt. As far as Steve knew the identity of the kidnapper was only known by April, the Sheriff and himself. So how did Mr. Hunt know that Peter was involved?

The Sheriff's voice was a little tenser than it had been earlier as he answered, "The kidnapper was definitely going to hurt April. Steve intervened and saved her from being raped and killed. We have him in custody and he is undergoing interrogation right now." The Sheriff looked closely at Mr. Hunt as he added, "He is being very cooperative."

Steve looked at the Sheriff and wondered where he was going with this. While Peter had definitely wanted April to be naked for his viewing pleasure, he never tried to rape her as far as Steve knew. Obviously Peter was in custody, because he was lying in a mangled heap at the bottom of the cliff, but he sure wasn't talking.

The Sheriff was looking intently at Mr. Hunt trying to discern any kind of reaction. As far as Steve could tell the thought of April being raped didn't seem to get any kind of a rise out of Mr. Hunt. He did however look really agitated, but not angry or upset, just fidgety. Certainly not the kind of reaction you would expect from a father worried about his daughter. In fact, the only time he showed any reaction was when he mentioned Peter being in custody.

Steve took a step back to watch verbal chess match. He looked over at the Sheriff's SUV and saw April watching them intently. With his eyes he tried to tell her to stay where she was and turned back to look at the Sheriff.

Sheriff continued on, "As far as a ransom goes, the only thing he mentioned was Steve's backpack. We were just getting ready to send somebody back to the hotel to take a look and see if there might be something there."

Mr. Hunt suddenly looked very anxious and volunteered hopefully, "I can use my helicopter, go back into town and pick up the backpack. If you think that will help?"

The Sheriff chuckled, "No thanks, I have some folks going there as we speak."

Mr. Hunt quickly turned and started walking back to the helicopter with his phone to his ear. He never glanced at April or paid attention to her at all. The Sheriff immediately got on his phone as well, issuing orders to someone. Steve's focus was on April and he could see the hurt and confusion on her face as her father completely ignored her.

The Sheriff quickly finished issuing his orders and Steve grabbed his arm before he could get away. He turned to face him and Steve ask, "What was all that about raping April? You just goading Mr. Hunt, are there things I don't know?"

The Sheriff looked at him with anger showing on his face and between clenched teeth just, "In the back of Peter's car we found a rape kit. He had rope, duct tape, gags, blindfolds, as well as drugs to subdue someone. The worst part however, was that we found a bag of trophies. We found 21 different items in his trophy case. So we assume that he's been doing this for a while. There was a rapist nicknamed the ship channel rapist in Corpus Christi and Peter fits general description. We still have a lot of investigating, but I think you saved April from more than just a kidnapping."

The Sheriff turned away and made another call before he ran after Mr. Hunt. He stopped him from getting on the helicopter by telling him that he needed some more background and he needed answers to additional questions. The irritation of Mr. Hunt's face was obvious for Steve to see, but he stopped and let the Sheriff steer him towards another SUV and away from April. Steve took the opportunity to walk over to April to see how she was doing.

April was very happy to see Steve and grabbed his hand as he opened the door. Her eyes were very glad to see him and sparkled brightly as their hands touched. Her face however, was screwed up in a quizzical, questioning look. She confirmed that she ask, "What's going on? Why did my father just ignore me? What's the tension between my dad and Sheriff?"

Steve was not sure how much he should tell April, because most of it was still speculation. However, one way or another, her father was somehow involved. It could be something as innocent as finding out about Peter, but not saying anything. It could also that April's father had actually hired Peter to recover the Quicksilver report. The Sheriff's investigation would definitely reveal that. Steve thought she needed to know something. He gathered her in his arms and softly said, "Both the Sheriff and I feel like your father was somehow involved."

April's face first registered shock, but that quickly morphed into hurt and betrayal. She took a shuttering breath and as the tears leaked from her eyes, she inquired, "What made you think he's involved?"

Steve looked her in the eyes, kissed her on the tip of her nose as he gently answered, "He called the kidnapper Peter. So he knew who he was and that he was involved in your kidnapping. Also he seems more intent on getting my report out of my backpack than taking care of his daughter."

Steve could see the betrayal and pain etched deep in her face. She held on tightly to Steve and buried her face deep in his shoulder. Steve felt her shoulders shake as he wrapped her tightly in his arms. Her heart was breaking with her father's betrayal and all he could do let her know that he was there for her. He heard her murmur, "Why, Why would he do that?"




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 11



She jerked in his arms and fiercely whispered, "No, No he wouldn't do that!" Then she softened and breathlessly whispered, "Why is he acting the way he is?"

Steve held April tight as she wrestled with her feeling for her father. Mr. Hunt had always been a bit distant, but April had always though he was just preoccupied with business affairs. She knew that he loved her, but did he love his businesses even more? Was he scared about losing everything or the fines from the EPA? Surely all of that would be secondary to his only daughter.

Steve lifted April out of the SUV and with her in his arms he sat in the passenger side of the Sheriff's SUV. April snuggled in his lap still wrestling with the hurt and betrayal. Steve was the only person that seemed to care about her right now. Steve wanted to get her out of this circus ASAP. With one hand wrapped around April he grabbed the pad of paper April had been using for her statement and quickly began jotting down an outline of the events. He could fill in the finer details later. Right now April was his priority, and she needed to be out of here.

Steve kept glancing up to see what was going on with the Sheriff and Mr. Hunt and for the most part they were both on the phone. Steve was just finishing up when everything changed. Mr. Hunt pulled the phone from his ear, gave a sideways glance at the Sheriff and began jogging towards his helicopter. He had only taken about two steps when the Sheriff pulled the phone from his face and went after him in hot pursuit.

The Sheriff was running hard and Mr. Hunt didn't stand a chance. He wouldn't even halfway to his helicopter before the Sheriff tackled him. The Sheriff roughly pulled his hands behind his back and snapped on the handcuffs. The Sheriff hauled him roughly to his feet turned him around so that they were face-to-face and began yelling at him. From where Steve was he could only catch about every other word, but he heard the words; "How could you ... Rapist ... Betrayal ... April ... Over money."

Steve's worst fears about April's father seemed to be coming true. He looked down at her and she was watching the scene as well. At first, her pain was evident on her face but as the Sheriff continued berating her father her face hardened. As she watched the scene in front of her she realized that whenever she needed somebody the Sheriff had always been there for her. 

Parent-teacher nights at the school, father daughter dance, and even her beauty pageants, he had always been there. As she watched the Sheriff she realized he loved her more like a daughter than her father did. She had always assumed he had been just doing what her father wanted, but now she realized that he really cared for her. Even now he was being more of a father to her than her own flesh and blood.

April looked up at Steve with pain in her watery eyes and choked, "Steve, please take me home. I can't stand this and need to get out of here."

Steve saw the look on her face and knew she needed to be out of here. He kissed her forehead, nose and lips, before he gently murmured, "Absolutely."

Steve slid out the door with April still in his arms. He set her on her feet and told her to go sit in the Jeep. Steve walked over to the Sheriff and Mr. Hunt, clenching his fists the whole way. The Sheriff saw him coming out of the corner of his eyes and swung Mr. Hunt behind him so that Steve couldn't get to him. He held up his hand and said, "Steve, as long as he is in my custody I can't let you hit him."

Steve nodded his head in understanding. Between gritted teeth he growled, "If he should ever escape and needs subduing please let me help you." He turned his look of hostility towards Mr. Hunt and said, "As far as I'm concerned you no longer deserve the title of father. I didn't know they actually stacked shit as a high as you are. I know you don't care, but you have betrayed everything good in your daughter and as long as I'm around you will never see her again."

Steve turned to look at the Sheriff and in a much softer conciliatory tone said, "Sheriff if it's okay with you I need to get April out of here. Between Peter and her father's abuse she has seen and heard more than she ever wanted to. If it's okay with you I'm taking her back to the ranch."

The Sheriff looked gratefully at Steve as he nodded his head in assent.

 

Chapter 22

The drive back was much more sedate than the breakneck speeds when he was chasing after April. Steve glanced away from the road into April's eyes and it was difficult for him to bring his eyes back to the road. Her face and eyes said it all. He was her white knight and she was devotedly in love with him. He could see her open heart through her eyes and her endless love was plainly visible. Her gaze was hypnotic full of innocent splendor, boundless desire, and the pledge of staggeringly pure devotion.

All the wealth a man could ever want was hidden in her eyes. There was the promise of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or the treasure of the Sierra Madre, but it wasn't money. The brightest points of blue light shining in her eyes were promises just for him. It was the kind of promise every man dreamed of; with limitless love at your fingertips. With her he felt strong, powerful and invincible, because he knew he would never have to face anything alone ever again.

Her love was like being in the eye have hurricane. Everything around him swirled with thunder or lightning in the midst of complete chaos. In the eye of the storm he was with her and there was an island of tranquility that filled him with a quiet contentment he had never known. She was compassionate, patient and generous with her love being unconditional and pure. He wanted to just pull over, stop and hold her in his arms until the rest of the world went away.

Steve grabbed April's tiny hand in his and their fingers wove together perfectly. It was as if their fingers were acting out the joining of their hearts. April lifted his hand and held it lovingly against her cheek. Neither one of them wanted to break the spell, but April sensuously kissed the back of his hand. She stretched out between the two bucket seats and laid her head in his lap.

For April, there was something about tactile contact with Steve. She could be content with his warmth or in his scent, but she really needed to feel him touching her skin. Whenever she felt him touching her she felt beautiful, she felt safe, but most importantly she felt loved, desired and wanted. There was something very sensual with her head in his lap. She could feel the muscles of his legs moving as he drove. She could feel herself through him; it was like her body only existed when he touched her.

Throughout the drive back to the ranch April relished the heat of his body and his scent holding her captive. His hand that was not holding the steering wheel held her so she wouldn't bounce out of the seat. She wished she wasn't wearing his coat, because she desperately wanted to have his hands on her skin. After last night all she could think of was Steve; holding her and making love to her. Nothing else in her life seemed to matter anymore.

The Jeep suddenly screeched to a halt and as April looked up she could see they were home. She turned her head, looked up at Steve and her heart ached in her chest. He was looking at her with committed and hungry love. The look in his eyes told her that he would do anything to keep her from harm, even from himself. His look was so loving and so intense she felt her eyes start to fill up with tears. He gently caressed her face and reverently whispered, "Baby I think you are starting to drop. I need to get you inside."

Steve pulled her across the seat and into his arms and stepped out of the Jeep, carrying her inside. He first took her to the kitchen and gave her a small glass of orange juice. He told her he felt her blood sugar was low and she needed to get some food in her. After she drank the juice he gathered her back up in his arms and took her up the stairs to her bedroom. April didn't say a word, just watched him pamper and take care of her as he stripped his jacket from her.

He tucked her under warm blanket and sat down beside her. He caressed her face gently as he said, "Baby, last night you experienced an intense physical and emotional release. With it came a release of your body's chemical cocktail that gave you the euphoria you felt. Right now you're showing all the symptoms of a drop and that means most chemicals are wearing off. So I want you to rest while I go make you some food. You need to let me take care of you for the next several hours."

Steve leaned over, kissed her and started to get up. As he was turning away April whimpered, "Steve, could you tie me up please?" Steve looked at her softly and questioningly. April melted under his inquiring gaze and added, "It frees me to think and understand."

Steve nodded his head, smiled and said, "Anything for my baby." He grabbed two strips of leather out of this gym bag, tied her hands together and bound them to the headboard. Finally, he covered her with a blanket, kissed her gently then went downstairs to make them breakfast.

When he walked out the door April felt a moment of panic. Tears poured out of her eyes and her heart ached in her chest as she thought about Steve not coming back. She knew he would be back and she trusted him more than she did any other human being.

April had longed for the hug of the rope. She yearned to feel the freedom that being bound gave her. The freedom she needed to express and feel her emotions. Last night with the hug of the leather binding her, she had felt safe enough to let him in. With her bindings she was free to give in to him sexually, mentally, spiritually and emotionally. It took the squeeze of her bindings to help Steve breach the walls around her heart. She needed desperately to feel tethered so she can feel free enough to feel and understand her wildly conflicting emotions.

The first time in her life she knew what it was like to truly love someone. She couldn't seem to focus on anything. She was unfocused with no direction, yet she felt forever contented. It was as if there was an itch inside her that she couldn't scratch; only Steve could. Her brain was fuzzy, but her body was alive with an intensity that blocked everything else. She was starving, but unable to eat. She yearned for something, but she didn't know what. Only Steve seemed to know what she needed.

April didn't know what to do, but she knew she loved him. She knew she craved his touch and didn't know if she could ever live without him. Yet she was conflicting with all the emotions swirling inside her. Could she spend her entire life craving the love of a dominant man? The more she thought about it the answer was easy. She had experienced more love and passion in one night that she had her entire life.

The act of submitting to Steve had been full of love and devotion. She would give everything she had to have that love and trust returned to her. Steve had already proven that she could trust him. He had established that he would give his life to protect hers. She finally understood that belonging to Steve was what she was meant for. Nothing else in her life had ever come close to fill those voids in her heart.

Steve entered the room with a tray full of bacon, eggs, toast and juice. He sat on the bed with the tray in his lap and reached over to untie her hands from the headboard. He told her to sit up and as she did the blanket dropped into her lap uncovering her breasts. Her bound hands dropped in her lap as she looked down to see her breasts almost begging him to ravish them. As he looked into her eyes he could tell she had made her decision and her pleading look said it all.

Steve knew she was his and now she was his responsibility. He took spoonful scrambled eggs and lovingly fed her. His gentle caring contrasted dramatically with his consuming passion the night before. The simple act of lovingly feeding her was the most heart enriching thing anyone had ever done for April. Tears of love and joy leaked from her eyes as he kept feeding her. For each bite she took he took a bite as well and he kept feeding her until all the food was gone.

When breakfast was done he pulled back the covers and told April lie in her stomach. He retied her hands to the headboard and brought out a bottle of lotion. Starting at her shoulders methodically massaged all the kinks out of her back, butt and legs. For April, Steve's hands on her were a dream come true. While his magic fingers were digging out all the knots in her back and shoulders her insides were smoldering. That's all it seemed to take anymore was Steve touching her and she was ready for him.

This time her body gave in to the fatigue. With a full stomach and the relaxing massage, April drifted into an exhausted sleep. Once he knew she was asleep Steve kissed her on the head and covered her with a blanket.

Steve grabbed his blackberry and went out to the porch. His first call was to the Sheriff to see what they needed for April and him to do. The Sheriff was still working with the district attorney to try and figure out what kind of charges they would bring against Mr. Hunt. The Sheriff told Steve that tomorrow would be good enough for their interviews and final statements.

The Sheriff also mentioned that they had towed his car back to Alpine. The city would be paying the bill for fixing his windshield and all the bullet holes in his Cobra. Steve thanked him for all the consideration and hung up. He sat for a few minutes with his head in his hands trying to figure out what he could say to his prospective employer.

His next call was to the plant in California. He was supposed to be there in three days and if he left now he could make it. However, he still had lots of unfinished business here in Alpine. His car had to be repaired and they had the statements for the Sheriff. Then there was April. They had to figure out what they were going to do, because they were part of each other now. They had to be together, and they just had to figure out how.

His call to the plant in California solved one issue. When they heard he had been involved in a kidnapping and murder they canceled his contract. They didn't want to be involved in any potential legal issues and the easiest thing was to cancel this contract. Steve told them to call the Sheriff and get his take on the matter. About fifteen minutes later, they called back and told him they were still on, but gave him a week's extension. That solved this timeline dilemma and he could stay to figure out his time with April.

With Steve's car paid for and the rental on his house paying for the house note; his expenses were minimal. He figured he could last at least six months on what he had in savings and if he were careful maybe more. However, he didn't want to wipe out his savings either, so he had to take the contract job.

He relaxed in the chair on the balcony for a few more minutes taking in the incredible view. Steve finally left his chair and went back inside, only to be stunned at the vision in front of him. April was awake, had kicked off all the covers and had turned over on her back. Her hands were still bound to the headboard and she was totally naked, looking at him expectantly.

Her voice was the sweetest sound he ever heard and his heart fluttered when he heard it. "Steve, I need to feel your hands on me and I need to feel you inside me. Please come and make love to me...Master!"

Steve slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to her. His eyes roamed lovingly over her silky skin and for April even a feathered caress could not have been more stimulating. She had trouble catching her breath while her nipples hardened and her womanly folds were slick with anticipation. April whimpered and squirmed under his scorching eyes. Her rapid shallow breaths dried out her half parted lips and her tongue sneaked out to wet them.

Steve stood momentarily while he undressed, but his eyes never left the delectable buffet of April in front of him. When he was naked he lay on the bed next to her and his hands began gentle fiery caresses over her sensitive skin. Steve gently leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. "This morning I am not your master. I'm just a man that loves you with all his heart. That's the way I will make love to you this morning. With my open heart I'm going to coax every bit of passion from you. This will be totally different from last night, but in the end I will still claim you as mine."

April's eyes were filled with fiery embers of understanding. The fire was still burning in her heart and in her body. His fingers roamed over her nipples evoking an adoring gasp. His fingers trail down her belly leaving passionate goose bumps in their wake. Throughout it all his eyes never left hers and he could see that she will do anything for him.

She can't help herself as she surrenders everything to him. Her surrender is complete and at this moment he can have anything he wants. If he wants her heart, her soul, her body or her sex, all are his for the taking. His hands roamed over her satiny skin, but he takes what he really wants ... Her lips. He bites, licks and devours her lips, while taking in her sweet breath.

His kiss is soft and loving, while the same time being wild and demanding. April gazed at him with a blank uncomprehending stare and she forgets how to breathe. The fiery tornado inside her banishes everything except Steve's hands and lips. Her back arches sacrificing her body on the altar of his desire and he can be as greedy as he wants, because everything she has is his.

Her eyes are lost in her passions firestorm, but the furrows in her face are pleading with him to fulfill his cravings. April knows that when Steve's desire is finally slaked, she will be the ultimate recipient. She knows he will take her places that are only theirs. It's a place so exquisite that all of her emotions are free to express themselves. As she giggles through her tears and she is safe to let him see how her heart beats for him

Steve wants nothing more than to see her sizzling passion exploding on her face. He wants to be staring in her eyes as loves passion overtakes her. Steve settled himself between her legs and slowly began to feed his cock into her drenched pussy. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt him splitting her open. It was exactly what she dreamed of and what she desired. Steve hovered over her arched body and he stared into her eyes while his engorged cock plunged inside her. He could see the awe and uncontrolled bliss in her eyes as his cock slowly sank deeper inside her.

For Steve this was all about her expressive face. All of her emotions were there in her eyes, her furrowed brow, her facial tics and her luscious mouth. As his cock finally filled her and rubbed up against her cervix, the delicious torment of his slow entry changed to heavenly ecstasy. Her brow smoothed, her eyes softened and her mouth hung open in an extended, ethereal moan. He stayed still with his cock buried against her cervix, while he watched her face revel in her exuberant emotions.

April was in seventh heaven. She was full of Steve and stretched magnificently by his cock. Hovering over her she could feel his breath on her face and the heat of his body scorching her skin. She was on sensory overload and it happened every time he took her. The world became brilliant place full of vivid colors and lights, with all of her senses attuned to his touch. Every time he made love to her it was a new experience, the lights, sounds and a different kind of bliss.

Part of April surrendered to him so she could feel the extraordinary rapture that he heaped upon her. There was another part that surrendered so she could be free to feel and experience all the emotions she kept bottled up. However, the most incredible part of her surrender was the transcending love she felt when their hearts connected. April was consumed by her love for Steve and as he hovered over her she could tell he felt the same.




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 11



Steve began to pull his cock back to her pussy lips, fighting muscles of her cunt that rippled to keep him inside her. Part of her wanted to fight to keep him deep inside her, but the fierce ecstasy made it impossible as all the nerves inside her rejoiced. Her mouth grimaced, her brow furrowed and her breasts heaved with shallow breaths as she rejoiced in the intense splendor.

He continued his slow torturous pace was driving April crazy with need and desire. His pace was fast enough to keep stoking the fire inside her, but slow enough to contain passions wildfire. He watched her face intently as she grappled with overwhelming desire. The torturous anxiety on her face let him know when it was time to give her the rapture she craved.

Steve slammed deep into April while his fingers flicked her clit. April felt like the top of her head blew off as the singular most explosive orgasm of her life detonated inside her. She felt like someone had hooked her up to some jumper cables. Her back arched, her legs twitched and her head was thrown backwards exposing all the distended veins and chords in her neck. All of her muscles were petrified with her loving bliss. The only part of body that didn't spasm with euphoria was her hands and that was because they were still bound to the headboard.

Steve used the opportunity to gorge on her deliciously exposed neck like a lion bringing down his prey. His voracious mouth heaped shivers on top of her already overloaded form. Meanwhile, his cock continued to own everything inside her. She finally remembered how to breathe and it came out in an unworldly scream of devotion. The vibrations from her scream reverberated through the veins in his mouth, increasing his hunger for her already straining neck.

April was where she wanted to be flying through the air consumed by Steve's fierce, loving passion. He had a hungry mouthful of her neck while ruling her heart. His demanding cock was directing her body's passion. His roaming hands pinned her underneath him providing the safety and dominance she needed. Her arms bound to the headboard gave her the freedom to feel her emotions. He was filling her heart to overflowing and giving her pleasure beyond compare.

As her climax began to wane she fell back to the bed her chest heaving trying to find air. Steve continued to pummel her and another cum began to build before the first even finished. He momentarily left her neck to look at her face. Her unseeing eyes were incredulous that she could feel this kind of love. She positively glowed, radiant as she finally came to accept that her heart and body are capable of such ecstasy. Her whimpers, moans, gasps and screams are an unwritten language that only Steve could understand.

Steve recaptured her neck in his mouth as April's next orgasm contorted her body and showered her mind with brilliant, flashes of color. She felt joyously alive as she's flies through the cosmos with the magic of his love guiding and controlling her. April doesn't even notice when one orgasm ends and the next begins. She's floating on clouds of bliss, but she still feels enveloped by his love. She feels the heat of his body blistering her skin, she is surrounded by his manly scent and she feels his heart pounding in his chest.

April heard and felt his groans of ecstasy against her neck as she feels him pulsing inside her. She knows he's cuming inside her and it fills her with an intense joy to know that she's the vessel for his love. April wrapped her legs around him and tugs on her arms trying to pull him against her. Almost as if he can read her mind Steve reaches up and unties her bound hands. She still feels as if she's flying, but he is her anchor as she wrapped her arms and legs around him feeling his weight to push her into the mattress.

April tingled all over, with her heart and mind soaring and it wasn't her blissful orgasms. It was the love for the dominant man pressing her into the mattress. In the last two days he saved her from kidnappers twice, spanked her through three orgasms and fulfilled almost every fantasy. Then there were the too numerous to count orgasms that left her entranced and satisfied. Thanks to him she discovered what it is was like being a sexual, compassionate, giving, a free and powerful woman.

His weight on top of her made her feel secure and safe almost like the bondage did. She felt free to laugh or cry and free to give him the heart that she had sheltered for so long. Never before had she felt so spiritually fulfilled, powerfully desired and fiercely in love. She felt his lips nibbled across her jaw and capture her mouth in all desperate yet loving kiss. That moment confirmed that she was where she wanted to be and she was home in his arms.

Steve had forcefully ripped off her well-ordered business-like steely mask. She had confronted her feminine core, revealed it and she had been amazed at her true femininity. Like most women these days she had been taught that her worth was judged by her career ambitions and achievements. Neither business nor academic achievements made her happy, but she assumed this was her fate. Her only concessions to her feminine wiles were her sexy dresses and her incessant cock teasing.

Then Steve came along. He tore the blinders from her eyes and the bridal from her mouth. He forced her to see all the emotions bottled up inside her. The fiery passion she had so long denied, as well as her tender loving heart was all finally revealed. She had discovered a whole new side of her and opening her heart had made her more gratified and powerful. She was happier and stronger with him, than without him. Now she had to strike a balance between her rough business like masculine side and her passionately loving and caring feminine side.

Steve levered himself up on his arms and looked into her blue watery, yet luminous eyes. He could tell the intensity of the emotions scared her and had her on the verge of tears. She never said a word, with her face and eyes doing all the talking. Steve looked her in the eyes and said, "You're safe with me and I love you. Let it out Baby. I'm honored that you feel safe enough to show reveal your emotions. Let it out Baby."

The tears poured out of her eyes and she buried her face in his chest. He held her until her tears slowed and she pulled her face from his chest gazing into his eyes.

Her look was one of questioning and anticipation, but he had to look deep into her eyes to find the question. There was also a fierce loving determination behind her eyes with her heart laid wide open in front of his eyes. She was giving him her heart while trusting him to treasure and cherish it. Her eyes were begging him to accept the gift she was offering. It was an awesome responsibility, but one that Steve was willing to accept. He gently growled, "Tell me who you belong to and who owns your heart?"

April's face and eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, with her infectious smile dominating her face. She took a gasping breath and as a tear trickled down her face she said, "I belong to Steve McKinny. He owns my heart, my body and my devotion. I'll do anything for you and I will joyfully call you my Master."

April and Steve held each other tightly. Their naked bodies fitting perfectly together with their limbs intertwined. Occasionally one would kiss or caress the other, but finally the long stressful day took its toll. They eventually fell asleep intertwined as if both were afraid to let go of the other.



Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 12



Chapter 23 

When April woke again, the sun was rising. That meant she slept for over eighteen hours. Every muscle in her body was sore, but especially between her legs and nipples. Her soreness felt exquisitely wonderful, and she smiled from ear to ear. She dreamily remembered everything it took to make her feel this way. Then she looked over at the handsome man snoring lightly in the bed beside her. He looked so serene casually wrapped in the covers and her heart jumped in her chest. 

She lay down and propped her head on the pillow and watched him sleep. There was something very basic about watching him sleep. He was still here and joyfully she hadn't been cheated her out of another day with him. Despite everything, there had always been a little fear that he wouldn't be here when she woke up. That bone deep ache in her chest was back as she snuggled next to him. 

As she watched him sleep a calm overcame her. All of her fears had vanished. She was filled with a loving solace. She felt at peace as she watched his chest rise and fall. No one could see her watching him. It was just her and her heart watching this man that filled her with a love she had always dreamed of. He was not a beautiful model, but to her he was the most gorgeous thing God had ever put on this earth. 

Her heart, her mind, her soul and her body were all dominated by this man. She ached to touch him, to kiss him and show him all the love inside her. She lightly ran her fingers over his body, afraid to wake him and break the spell. The hairs on his chest tickled her hand. The heat from his body seeped into her making her heart beat faster and her womanly parts wet with desire. 

As she looked at him she felt her whole life changing. The love that she had always dreamed of was hers for the taking. He was lying there under her fingertips, under her lips with her eyes stroking his skin. With him she felt a contentment and happiness. She felt a passion she had only read about and her whole body vibrated with a loving desire. 

It was hard for April to describe her feelings right now. The betrayal of her father had left a deep hole of sadness inside her, but having Steve next to her helped. He was so different from any other man she had ever met. When they were together, he was 100% there. He was never distracted and seemed to always know her emotional state. If she were suffering or happy he always knew what to do and what she needed. He made her feel loved, safe, desired and appreciated. She could always count on him and she knew he cared for her more than anyone else ever had. 

He was an addiction and she was compelled to touch him. It was a sensual kind of electricity that jumped from his skin to her fingers and she needed it to breathe. She lightly ran her fingers over his massive arms and felt her whole body tingle. Oh God, he made her feel ... feel ... adored, protected, sexy and incredibly alive. With her heart pounding, she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. 

Steve woke as April made her nest on his chest. He thought having the beautiful woman you love snuggling into your chest was a brilliant way to wake up. Steve wrapped his arms around her feeling her satiny skin under his roaming fingers. She ignited deep feelings inside him and he held on, not wanting to let go. 

She was a real woman and she challenged him. He wouldn't settle for anything except all of her and neither would she. Steve pulled her tighter in his arms understanding what a treasure she is and he needed to treat her right. When you find something as perfect as she is, you delight in her inspiration and treat her like the jewel she is. 

After her willing submission two nights ago he will never be the same. The privilege of her giving up control to him had been life altering. When she let him capture her, she also captured him. Now they are bound together not by ropes or chains, but by their hearts and their need for each other. The loving leash that binds them had two ends and while sometimes it looked as if he had control, in reality she allowed him to dominate her. 

Steve gathered her in his arms and aggressively rolled over so that she was underneath him. As he looked into her eyes he knew that was exactly what she wanted. Her face was lit in a radiant smile as she giggled at his aggressiveness. Her eyes sparkled like a mischievous imp, but it was her wanton innocence that drew his mouth towards hers. Instead of taking her lips he growled aggressively and attacked her delicious neck with an authoritarian nibble. 

April felt chills radiate down her body, because this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to prove the last few nights were not a dream. That she belonged to him, and he wanted her as much and she wanted him. She exposed herself to him like a morning flower anxious for the sun's nourishment. Her arms and legs opened as her back arched, again letting him take whatever he wanted. 

Suddenly April felt all the soreness and aches disappear. Steve did that to her. His kisses, caresses or even the way his eyes probed her heart, was all it took to make the rest of the world disappear. While she was in his arms nothing else seemed to exist; just him. He pulled his face back from her neck and saw the loving desire plainly written on her face. "Damn woman, you are so unbelievably desirable. It makes me want to stay here in bed make love to you all the time. However, right now I think both of us need something less mouth-watering and more nutritious. So how about we have some breakfast, my pet?" 

April snuggled back into his arms and in a sexy voice whispered, "Don't you see anything you would rather nibble on?" 

Steve chuckled, "Absolutely, but without food you won't last and I always have plans for you. Besides, I need some fuel to really drive you wild." He pinned her to the bed and hovered over her smiling as he growled, "I want you to be a good girl during breakfast. After breakfast I promise to pin you to the bed and fuck you like the bad girl you want to be." 

April gave him a sultry pout and smiled saucily murmuring, "If that is the way my Master wants it. However, please promise the second part. I can't think of anything anymore except the way you make love to me. You've turned me into your wanton slut and I'll be whatever you want me to be as long as you never stop loving me the way you do." 

April squirmed against him, rubbing her hard nipples over his chest and her womanly folds over his leg. She kissed up his neck until she took his ear lobe between her teeth. "I'm not daddy's little angel anymore. I'm your bad girl and it drives me crazy when your hands aren't touching me." 

Steve had to admit that having April rubbing her body all over him was something very few men could ever pass up. However, he had quickly grown to know what she needed and right now she wanted a hard dose of dominance. He knew she was being bad just so he would tame her. He jumped to the edge of the bed dragging her with him. Just before he draped her across his lap he looked into her face. She had the look of victory on her face, but it was tempered with a little bit of fear and anxiety. Her eyes were full of fiery passion and needy anticipation over what was coming. 

He draped her across his lap and for a few moments marveled at her womanly perfection. All the soft muscles of her back rippled in an erotic attempt to tame the fire inside her. Her muscled dancer's legs were scissoring, opening and closing teasing herself. He gently placed his massive hand over ass cheek and like everything else about her, it was a perfect fit. He did not like the big massive butts that were all the rage and her ass cheeks fit perfectly in his hands. He began to rub his hands over her skin feeling the satiny perfection. 

April felt her insides squirming, both from having his hands on her skin and the anticipation what she knew was coming. She wiggled her hips hoping to incite him to give her the spanking she craved. It was maddeningly erotic as his hands unceasingly roamed over her ass cheeks. The longer he made her wait, more her insides churned in anticipation. It didn't take long before her skin was on fire and her body was burning for his punishment. 

He could feel her hips lifting into his hands, pleading for the punishment she knew was coming. Steve wasn't going to give her a quick satisfaction, so he kept rubbing her ass cheeks sensuously. Occasionally he would lift his hand, watching her muscles tense and listening to her suck air into her lungs in anticipation. He would drop his hand gently to her cheeks and continue his slow sensuous caresses. Each time he did that she would wiggle her hips lifting them into his hand and whimper with disappointment. 

He could feel her feminine juices pooling on his knee right below her clit. The first time he lifted his hand and she did not anticipate the spank, was when he struck. It was a hard swat that left a red hand print on her ass cheek. Her whole body jumped and a little scream escaped her throat. He quickly rained five more swats until her ass was crisscrossed with red handprints. 

April's cries were a mixture of pain, desire and need. She would give little squeaky screams with each swat and needy whimpers of passion in between each spank. Her body writhed on his lap in a mixture of pain and unrealized passion. Steve could feel her pussy nectar running down his leg. After six swats he stopped and resumed his slow sensuous caress of her now fiery red ass. After a few moments he slid two fingers between her legs and into her drenched pussy. He ran his fingers in and out of her needy slot until he felt her body began to stiffen. 

He pulled his fingers from her and smiled as he heard her whimpers of disappointment. Then he resumed his next round of six swats, followed by his caresses of her ass and finally the fingering of her pussy. He could feel the tenseness in her body and the desperation in her whimpers began to climb. At the end of the third round he also stroked her clit and watched as she shattered into a mind numbing and body consuming orgasm. 

The combination of pain and pleasure took her to the edge of ecstasy time and again. Each time he left her hanging over the precipice with her euphoria just in sight. He knew exactly how far he could push her and with each go round the inferno inside her got hotter. Steve was a master with his torment of her body. Each time he left her hanging it provoked her passions leaving her yearning even more. As vexing as it was, she knew when he finally let her cum it would be unlike anything she had ever felt. 

When he finally let her cum her brain completely shut down. She forgot how to breathe, how to think or how to scream. The fireworks inside her mind sent her soaring into space. Her heart pounded out a rhythm like the jungle drums signaling her joyful exultation. All of his frustrating tease led to this moment of excruciating rapture. April knew whatever it took to get her to this heavenly bliss was worth it. It also deepened her feelings for the only man that ever takes her to this magnificent paradise. 

Steve knew if the spanking had been to be a true punishment he should have denied her satisfaction. He had to admit some of this was for him. He loved to see her explode in a brilliant display of uncontrolled feminine passion. In those moments she can't hide anything. When she cums all her inner beauty comes through and the real April emerges from her hidden heart. In those moments she can't hide from him and he can see all her fears and desires. Watching the former ice queen completely lose control of her body in the most unexpected display of passion was awe-inspiring. 

Steve knew he was addicted. He was obsessed with the feel of her silky skin beneath his hands. He was captivated by the way she squirmed under his ministrations. The way her muscles squirmed underneath her skin was enormously erotic and it enthralled him. The way he could breathe passion into her heart and body filled him with a joy he never known. Most of all he yearned to see the unrestrained love and awe in her eyes as she looked at him. 

He turned her over so he could cradle her in his lap and the tracks of her painful tears were evident on her cheeks. Her face had a glowing satisfaction that was breathtaking. Her watery blue eyes were radiant with pure unadulterated love. She snuggled into the crook of his shoulder and breathlessly whispered, "Oh God Steve, nothing in my life has ever compared the way you make me feel. Thank you for being my Master and not letting the bratty girl get loose. I love you so much!" 

Steve whispered in her ears, "Who do you belong to?" 

April pulled herself tighter into his arms and in a husky passionate voice said, "You, oh my God only you!" 

"Who owns your passion and all of your orgasms?" 

April took a deep shuddering breath. A wave of fiery desire rippled through her as he asked that question. Her world had been an icy wasteland before him and now she craved the heat only he could provide. It didn't seem to matter, but his words, his looks or his touches would all immediately light a fire inside her. The answer to his question was simple; the fiery passion inside her was only there because of him. "You do. You are my master and all of my passion only exists because you put it there." 

"So my pet, are you going to obey my commands for the rest of the day?" 

April lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes. She wanted him to see the deeply devoted love she felt for him. She wanted him to see that she belongs to him body and soul. Finally she wanted him to see through her eyes that yes she would do what he said. In a breathless whisperer she said, "Yes my love, I will obey your every command. You know how hard it is for me to give up control, but for you I will do anything. It scares me to give up control you, but it frightens me even more to not belong to you. I know this is all my choice and I choose to surrender myself to you." 

As she gently laid her head back on his chest she knew mere words could never express what she felt. She aches to please him and yearns for his ownership. Her heart and body burns for the touches from his hands and kisses from his lips. She belongs to be him and craves to be his toy, his slut or his property. April hungered for whatever it took for him to keep him loving her. She belongs to him completely and her soul begs to be possessed by him. Very simply, she is his girl. 

Steve stood from the bed and gently set her on her feet. Her soft adoring eyes looked up at him questioningly. Steve looked down in those loving eyes and felt himself getting lost inside her. He gently leaned down and kissed her lips and whispered, "Breakfast, baby, it's time to fuel our bodies." 

Steve's massive hand engulfed her tiny hand as their fingers wove together lovingly. As they both walked naked down to the kitchen April saw her strawberry red tush in her mirror. She felt the heat on her cheeks as she blushed. However, this was not a blush of embarrassment or shame, but instead it was one of pride. Her flaming red ass was a badge of honor and a symbol of his ownership. For a split second she relived the extraordinarily blissful pain of his spanking and she delighted in his ownership. 

Her ass cheeks throbbed from the spanking, but she only felt satisfaction. Every moment they were together he proved how much he loved her. It was not what he said, but what he did. He wouldn't let her spoiled bratty behavior ruin what they had. That's what the spanking was. He showed her that he loved her and would not indulge her spoiled conduct. Instead he loved her enough to only demand the very best from her. 

Somewhere along the line, she realized that her self-indulgent behavior diminished him as a man. They were a reflection of each other and her impudent behavior reflects badly on him. They were part of each other now. If she were indeed to honor and would respect the man she loved, she needed to show it in her actions. Again he proved how much he loved her by not indulging her performance this morning. She knew he would always be there loving her. 

As they walked into the kitchen, they both groaned. Steve had stacked all the dishes from yesterday's breakfast in the sink and they had some cleanup to do before they could start today's breakfast. As if they had been doing this forever, they automatically split duties, with April washing and Steve rinsing and drying. Soon the dishes were all done and again he seemed to automatically know their respective tasks. 

Steve started coffee and whipped up some sausage and eggs. While a couple of feet away April made some hash browns and readied tortillas and salsa. Once the sausage, eggs and hash browns were finished April pulled everything together creating breakfast taquitos. During all the preparation she gave sideways glances at the man she had fallen so deeply in love with. They seemed to fit so perfectly together with everything they did. Even now creating breakfast, they never spoke, but they both automatically knew their role and what the other was going to do. 

Their stomachs were rumbling as April served everything on the plates. April carried the plates into the dining room while Steve followed with cups of coffee. Steve followed slowly enjoying the view of her sleek form. She was the most magnificent woman he'd ever come across. Even when she was not trying she was sexy, captivating and all woman. Her still strawberry red ass only added to the appeal. April felt his eyes on her and shifted hips a little more than she needed to as she walked to the dining room. 

As she arrived in the dining room April placed his plate at the head of the table and hers on the floor next to his seat. Steve watched with pride as she did this, but he knew this was not the time for humiliation or other lessons. This is a time to reaffirm the love they had for each other and the bond that joined them. As April knelt behind her plate he picked it up off the floor and placed next to his at the head of the table. 

April looked up at him quickly with her eyes questioning what she had done wrong. Steve knelt in front of her and softly rumbled, "This is not a time for lessons. This is a time for bonding, aftercare and for our love. Come sit with me baby." 

It was a simple act of caring, but Steve could see it affected April dramatically. The lump in her throat wouldn't allow her to say anything, so she just nodded her ascent. Her eyes glistened with joyful tears as he held out his hand for her. Again Steve seemed to know the perfect thing to sweep her off her feet. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt his love deep down in her bones. 

Steve helped her stand and had her sit in his lap as they both ate breakfast. Steve kept one arm wrapped around her as he ate with the other. Feeling the heat coming from her tush only made him feel more love for her. Her eyes never stopped showing her love for him the whole time they ate. 

For April, this was the most perfect moment she could ever envision. They were both sitting naked in her dining room. Steve had his arm wrapped tightly around her holding her securely in his lap. Her fiery ass was being cooled by skin, but it was the love she felt that filled her heart with gladness. It was the perfect loving moment, and one that she would always remember. 

They were halfway through their breakfast when Steve laid down his fork. He turned April in his lap so that he looked at her. April had a quizzical look on her face wondering what was going to happen, but eager to see whatever he had in store for her. Steve looked at her with love deep in his eyes as his fingers gently stroked her hair and cheek. 

April had no idea what was going to happen, but the love in his eyes took her breath away. "The last few days have been life-changing for both of us and I'm not ready to give you up! I think I know the answer, but I need to know if you want to be my submissive." 




Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 12



Steve watched as April's eyes began to fill with tears and she swallowed a couple of times trying to get rid of the lump in her throat. In a low voice full of emotion she whispered, "More than anything! You have shown me who I really am and what I can be. I love the way I am and the way I feel when I'm around you. I can't bear the thought of not being with you. I love being your submissive and having you as my Master. As long as you continue to love and dominate me I will be whatever you want to be!" 

The intensity of her feelings was evident as the tears trickled down her cheeks. Steve swept the tears from her cheeks and said, "I don't want you to be anyone except April. We have discovered a deep bond between us and our roles as a couple. I think it's about time you put this back on, because now you truly are owned by someone." 

From behind his back Steve pulled the slave collar that April had purchased several days ago. He wrapped it around her elegant neck and with an audible snap locked it in place. Tears of joy streamed down April's face. Unlike before, she knew what the collar meant and the deep significance attached to it. The man she loved was claiming her as his. He was telling the world that she belonged to him. 

It was a moment she never thought would happen and her heart pounded achingly in her chest. It was the flash of realization that he would always be there for her. He was telling her that he didn't want her money or even her beauty, he wanted her heart. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder as the joy poured out of her eyes. In between sobs of happiness Steve heard her whisper, "Yes, yes, I will always be yours. I will always belong to you." 

Steve held her in his arms as the elation cascaded down her cheeks. He felt the same way she did and this moment neither could get past the lump in their throat to say anything. As they held each other tight, nothing really needed to be said. Finally Steve pulled April's head from his shoulder, kissed her deeply and told her, "Now you belong to me and I am your Master and protector. No one can come between us now!" 

April flew back into his arms smothering his face with kisses. Steve grabbed a fist full of hair and held her head still while he kissed her until neither had any breath. As their mouths separated his lips curled into a playful grin and he whispered, "Slave you forget yourself." 

The happiness on her face morphed into a giggle as she jumped back into his arms. As she nibbled his ear she seductively whispered, "Then punish me ... MASTER!" 

Steve gave her a quick pop on her already enflamed ass and April yelped passionately. They separated so they could look at each other and their playfulness disappeared as looks of pure love took its place. Steve murmured that they needed to finish breakfast before it got cold. 

April really didn't care about breakfast, but lovingly caressed the collar. She couldn't believe this dream come true. Steve loved and wanted her; not her money or to be a beautiful trophy. He loved who she was and understood her heart. None of her baggage, or spoiled behavior had pushed him away. He took her faults and turned them into passionate fiery love. He amazed her and she loved him with all her heart. 

She caressed the collar reveling in what it meant and pouring love into his eyes. While still caressing the collar she returned to her food. They both slowly took another bite at their breakfast, but their eyes never left each other. The depth of love and devotion that each poured into the other was seared into each other's soul. April never imagined three days ago that the man who found her on a deserted highway would be her soul mate. 

They were almost finished with breakfast when April's phone rang. She looked at Steve sadly and dashed into the kitchen to answer the phone. She answered, but before she had time to say anything the Sheriff shouted on the other end, "Get out ... Both of you get out of the house. They are coming for you." 

Chapter 24 

April's idyllic morning was suddenly ripped away from her with the Sheriff's comments. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she suddenly longed for the safety of Steve's strong arms. As she stumbled back toward Steve, in a panic stricken voice she screeched, "Who, when, what is happening?" 

With the background noise the Sheriff was obviously on his way to them. The siren and the road noise both made it difficult to understand what he was saying. "We have an informant that claims two gun thugs from Presidio are on their way to your ranch. That's all we have, so hunker down until we get there." 

April's face was a mask of fear and panic as she reached Steve. In a halting voice she told him what the Sheriff said. As she finished she concluded, "It must be my father, but why. He brought me up, he raised me and I'm his flesh and blood. Why would he do this?" 

Steve knew they needed to move quickly. He gathered her in his arms as he moved to the back of the house towards their gun cabinet. He held her tight as he whispered, "He's not after you baby, he is after me. Right now you're just in the way. Killing me means more to him than loving you." 

Steve had almost destroyed the gun case trying to get a weapon when he went chasing after April. This time April knew the combination and they were able to get some of the better rifles, pistols and ammunition. They gathered up their defense weaponry and headed back up the stairs. 

Once they reached April's bedroom Steve slipped on a shirt and jeans. Meanwhile, April shimmied into a skin tight sundress and slipped on some panties. Then all hell broke loose. A high powered rifle shot came through the window hitting her dresser mirror. It hit April's mirrored reflection with the perfect head shot. A second later they heard a shotgun blast breach the front door. 

Steve grabbed the frozen April around the waist and pulled her to the floor. It was less than a second later that another rifle shot came through the bedroom window, narrowly missing April. Steve shielded her from the doorway as he turned to face the threat coming up the staircase. 

Steve aimed his pistol out the door ready to confront anyone who came up the staircase. He didn't really want to shoot or kill anyone, but protecting April was his first priority. If they pushed him, he would do whatever is necessary to protect her. Letting everyone else know that, he shouted out the door, "I don't want to kill you. However, if you come up the stairs I will do whatever is necessary and you will die first." 

Letting the gun thugs know that he was serious, Steve fired two shots into the wall above where he supposed their heads were. He heard shuffling on the stairs stop. Then in the distance he heard the soft wail of a police siren. He knew reinforcements were not far away and he heard the gun thug's footsteps retreating back down staircase. 

Steve heard footsteps running out of the house, but he knew this could still be a trap. He stayed prone on the floor with April behind him until he heard the sirens stop in front of the house and police cars screech to a stop. He slowly rose to a crouch and turned to check on April. She had a mixture of fear and awe on her face. 

He had put his life on the line to protect her ... again. She never expected anyone to do that and yet he did it twice. His protection was just one more confirmation of his love for her and proof that he was the man she had always dreamed of. At a minimum he cared enough to protect her with his life, or he truly loved her with all he had. Either way, it was an amazing feeling to have someone who loves you like he did. It was even more amazing to love him back the same way. 

They heard the Sheriff shouting their names as he prowled up the stairs. Steve laid the gun on the floor and helped April get to her feet. They looked deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes and for a moment their hearts were revealed to each other. Their love and caring for each other poured out through their eyes. As the Sheriff carefully skulked to the top of the stairs they turned to face him. 

The Sheriff breathed a sigh of elation as he saw them both okay. As the sigh passed his lips his tense shoulders slumped in relief. He whispered, "Thank God you're alright." 

The sheriff smiled at them with genuine happiness that they were okay. Just a few moments of genuine affection quickly vanished as he looked at the bullet holes in the windows. He turned his back to the loving couple as he started issuing orders to his deputies. There were still at least two gun thugs out there and they needed to round them up. 

When the sheriff turned to give them moments of privacy, Steve turned to look at her radiant April. Her face was lit up with joy and happiness. The love in her eyes was obvious to even the most casual observer. Steve was not the casual observer and his whole insides turned to mush as she looked at him. He started to lean down and kiss her when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. 

His eyes shifted and he saw the smoky trail of an RPG heading towards them. Without even thinking he pushed April the floor. He turned and shoved hard on the Sheriff's back forcing him to stumble through the bedroom door. Only after everyone else was safe did he dive to cover April. 

Unfortunately, too much time had elapsed and in mid-dive the room exploded into a shower of glass and wood. Everyone else was safe, but Steve caught the full brunt of the blast. He landed hard on April momentarily driving breath from her. 

April squirmed underneath Steve as her breath came back. He was still lying on her with his full weight keeping her pinned to the floor. Her left arm was trapped beneath him, but with her right arm she gently caressed his back. She kissed his cheek and whispered, "You have to stop saving me like this. I'm starting to feel like a damsel in an action movie." 

Steve didn't respond, but April didn't think anything about it until she felt warm liquid on the arm trapped beneath him. She squirmed trying to look at him, then in a voice filled with concern she mumbled, "Steve ... Steve!" The longer he didn't answer the more panic filled her voice until she was screaming, "STEVE ... STEVE!" 

Suddenly the sheriff was there lifting Steve so she could squirm out from under him. Together they gently turn Steve onto his back and assessed the damage. This whole right side was peppered with hundreds of pieces of glass and wood. However, there were three major wounds. A large chunk of wood was embedded in his thigh and a large piece of glass was embedded in his arm. Both were bleeding heavily, but the most life-threatening was a large piece of glass sticking out of his side. 

The sheriff immediately got on the radio shouting, "I need a med flight here and I need it NOW! I need one person to help me transport the wounded. The rest of you I want you to find the son of a bitch that did this and I don't care if he makes it to trial." 

April rushed over to his gym bag and pulled out the leather strips that had given her so much pleasure the night before. Now she used them to create tourniquets stemming the blood flow from his arm and leg. Both she and the sheriff worked silently and methodically. They both knew what needed to be done to stabilize Steve so they could get him to the hospital. 

However, the tears in April's eyes made it difficult for her to see what to do and occasionally she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. The sheriff heard April muttering prayers as she worked over Steve and joined in with some of his own. In the short time they had known each other, the sheriff had come to admire and respect Steve. Steve had taken care of April throughout this whole fiasco and the sheriff had never seen April this happy. 

Steve regained consciousness shortly after the tourniquets went on. He drifted in and out of consciousness with obvious pain on his face. His glances at April were always thankful and his eyes were filled with happiness. 

The large piece of glass in his side had punctured and collapsed his lung. April had run downstairs to get a straw and re-inflated the lung. They used a sheet to create a makeshift stretcher. The sheriff, April and one of the deputies carried Steve outside to wait for the med flight helicopter. 

Once Steve was on the chopper with April the sheriff turned his attention to the manhunt. Word had spread quickly and every law enforcement agency in the area was hunting these men. They had some of the best trackers in the world working this area. The sheriff knew gun thugs would soon be either dead or in custody. So he turned his attention to the mastermind. 

The sheriff had known Mr. Hunt all his life. They had gone hunting and fishing together in the sheriff knew many of his secret hideaways. He still had a hard time understanding why he would use his own daughter this way, but that only made his decision even easier. Anyone that would hurt their own children for financial gain deserved to be dead or in jail. 

The sheriff kept in touch via radio on the manhunt as he headed to where he was sure Mr. Hunt would be. 

Chapter 25 

Steve's car was packed and almost the entire town turned out to see him off. He remembered back to Grace's comments about how this was the most exciting thing to happen in decades. He had to admit he was going to miss this town, but he knew he would be back for the trial. 

He shook hands with the sheriff, but winced as the sheriff wrapped him in a big bear hug. While his wounds were on the mend, they were still tender. The twins from the hotel had shown up in identical skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination. It was an obvious last attempt at seduction, and he had to shake his head in wonder. 

Steve gingerly climbed into his Cobra and looked over at his new copilot. He wasn't sure he could keep his eyes on the road, because she was devastatingly distracting. April was sprawled casually in the seat beside him in a bikini top, some Daisy Duke shorts and her slave collar. The smile on her face let him know she was happy to be where they were. Her eyes were luminous with the love she felt for him and for the thousandth time his heart responded. His insides turned into mushy goo again as her love filled him to over flowing. 

She was leaving everything behind to come with him. With her father in jail and the entire legal system working against him he had lost everything he had. He had even lost April, but she had Steve. The entire ranch was already in April's name, and many of their other assets had to be liquidated for her father's defense. However, April still had a large fortune and trust fund squirreled away and she would never hurt for money. 

Steve handed April a large zippered case full of CDs and a Rand McNally map book. He smiled at her and said, "As my copilot you're in charge of music and navigation. So for at least a little while you get to tell me where to go."  

April gave him a pout that morphed into an impish smile. "Why don't you have a GPS? What happens if I get us lost?" 

Steve chuckled and smiled at her. He knew with that sexy outfit and that impish smile, there would be many detours. Steve already knew the route, because Interstate 10 goes all the way to California. Steve got a pretend scowl on his face and said, "If you get us lost I guess I will just have to find some way to punish you." 

April's smile widened taking over her entire face, with her eyes full of love and mischief. She squirmed in her seat and eventually leaned over the console with her breasts dangerously close to spilling out of her top. "Oh master, then I will be sure to get us lost ... Several times!" 

Steve couldn't help but smile as he leaned over and gave April a devastating kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance just like their very first kiss and this time they were both winners. After the kiss, April sat back in her seat with the dreamy look on her face as Steve started the Cobra. The throaty rumble kicked in as they drove out of Alpine. April popped a CD in the player and as they reached the city limits sign Babe from Styx began blaring through the speakers. 

The End