3 comments/ 3445 views/ 3 favorites Sela's Struggle Ch. 01 By: maeverotica Sela, freezing and rain soaked, nearly skidded into the SF skyrise, but managed to balance and save the tray of Starbucks coffee orders she'd just retrieved. Wisps of her long dark hair escaped the hair clip, falling sloppily over her large round eye glasses. With no free hands to push her hair back, she attempted to shake the hair from her glasses and used a tray to nudge her glasses up as she waited for the elevator to open. When the doors opened, a couple held each other closely, hips together, their mouths lingering as if they were unaware the elevator doors and opened. The woman was young, maybe Sela's age 25 or 26. She had dark red hair in a sloppy bun and wore all black. Sela figured she worked in one of the many offices, much like her. The young man was obviously a bike messenger in khaki cargo pants and plaid shirt, carrying a messenger bag. Gazing at each other, the couple finally exited the elevator oblivious to anyone around them, allowing Sela and a gentleman to enter. She glanced at the gentleman, unable to hold back her smirk and they shared a silent laugh at the couple. "Something about elevators," the man said, his voice low and soft. "Elevators," Sela returned shrugging her shoulders. She looked down, not embarrassed but because she felt that sexual pulling in her gut as soon as she realized how attractive he was. He was clearly over 6ft and his strong, straight stance added more immensity to his presence. She noticed a brightness and intensity in his shimmering green eyes that contrasted with his dark hair and olive skin. "Which floor," he inquired. "Oh, 8th. Thanks," she blurted, realizing the elevator was still. She saw him push the top floor as well. The doors closed, leaving them the only two in the elevator. They rode in silence, Sela straining to hold the two trays of coffees and the gentleman leaning casually against the back wall his hands in the pockets of his expensive light gray suit, finely tailored and hinting at his firm physique. Sela breathed a sigh of relief as the elevators opened on the 8th floor and she quickly walked to the offices on the right. She backed in, using her rear to push open the door and finally landed the drinks on the receptionist's counter. "Gosh, you're soaked," Rebecca, the receptionist observed. Obviously, Sela thought, restraining the need to roll her eyes. Sela knew why she was the one always sent to the afternoon Starbucks run, even though she never drank coffee. Rebecca was stylishly coiffed and beautiful, as were the paralegals and secretaries. Asking them to go on a coffee run would be like asking Giselle Bunchen to shine your shoes. Sela had given herself this dowdy look, so she couldn't very well complain. Besides, she didn't mind going as unnoticed as possible. After delivering the coffees and receiving more obvious remarks on her soaked state, she closed the door to her tiny office and sat at her desk with a large sigh. She took off her glasses and straightened her hair. Her clothes weren't worth worrying about and could dry on their own. She had to concentrate for two more hours and then she could focus on the evening ahead of her. Emery Landers entered his suite of offices that took up the entire top floor. He nodded a half smile to the receptionist and disappeared into his office. He opened a folder atop his desk, glancing over the financial reports. Images of the young woman in the elevator flitted into his mind. At first glance, she was dowdy and awkward. Yet, her large green eyes conveyed a different person. They possessed, self-confidence and intelligence. Something about them was alluring, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and went back to his reports. Sela blew out her dark hair using a straightening brush and dryer diffuser. The oily product followed by a flat iron achieved flat hair that reminded her of Morticia Addams. She applied a heavy matte foundation to her pale nearly flawless skin, gray eye shadow over her eyelids and liner and mascara. Her green eyes blazed as she took another drink of her vodka tonic, loosening her up and making it easier for her to do what she needed. After applying a burnt red lipstick she pulled on her tall dark boots with the 4 inch stiletto heels, making her easily over 6ft. Sela had no issue with her 5' 9" height and actually enjoyed towering over others in her heels. Despite her height, her slender but strong physique gave away the fact that she was a distant runner. Her much shorter competition sized up her soaring legs and c cup breasts and quickly dismissed her until her gazelle like gait passed them by. That was college. Now she ran to pound away her angst and her destructive desires. Gulping down the rest of her drink, Sela shrugged into her long overcoat, threw the hood over her hair and walked out to her car for the short ride over to the club. She knew herself well enough. If she didn't get her fix, she'd be a huge bitch by tomorrow and probably murder someone by next week. Running out her strong sexual needs worked for only so long. The members only club was in an industrial district that was half way to gentrification. The building itself was owned by the couple who ran the club and lived in the top floor designer loft that was probably worth a fortune due to the art pieces alone. Sela pressed the club code on the box outside the door and waved into the camera. The door buzzed and she navigated the stairs in her ridiculous boots. At the door on the second floor she showed her ID to the guard Trevon who had seen her now on precisely 8 occasions. She made a point of keeping track of the number of times she visited since landing in the East Bay. Sela believed keeping track was a way of keeping control of what she felt was an addiction and an affliction. Once inside the door, she glanced around the room which looked like any other kind of waiting area only she could hear the music coming from the back room and there was a stuffed bunny on the front desk wearing a collar, handcuffs and a ball-gag. Bettina, a tiny blond with double D's that only porn money can buy, came from the back room and smiled at Sela. "Hi Bunny," she said, which is what Sela had asked everyone to call her on her first visit. She didn't need anyone other than the owners knowing her real name and she certainly didn't want anyone recognizing her on the street. She'd had enough scandal in her short life to have the good sense to protect herself. Sela signed the waiver and entered the door to the back room. Couples and singles lounged on the couches and they all appraised her as she entered. She wasn't ready to look for anyone. She needed another drink and a chance to change her mind about indulging in her addiction. Instead, Sela sat at the corner of the small bar and ordered a vodka tonic from Edward who was sporting his own collar, nipple clamps and a thong. She hated coming to this club, but it was the only way she knew to get her fix and keep her anonymity. "Long time no see, Bunny," Edward said, putting down a napkin and her drink that he gussied up with an umbrella. "Did Yvonne make you her bitch tonight?" Sela asked. "How'd you know?" he asked, dramatically leaning on his elbows and batting his eyelashes at her. "She's partial to nipple clamps," Sela says and couldn't help to smile at Edward who could chat it up with anyone, making them feel like his best friend. "Here, honey," he said, offering a pack of Camel's to her. Sela took one and inhaled as Edward lit her cigarette. At least half the room was smoking and enjoying the only place in the East Bay they could get away with smoking. Hell, they were about to do a whole lot worse so why worry about some smoke. "Is Eric here?" Sela asked, hoping to be with someone she knew and not someone she had to have a long conversation with about soft limits and hard limits. Sela wasn't hard core enough for a lot of them. A couple tried to go beyond her limits and she had to end the whole scene and leave more frustrated than before she had arrived. "Mmmm. He hasn't been around in a while, but t heard he was having dinner with Evan and Brynn. Do you want me to ring them and see if he's coming down tonight?" Edward offered. Sela thought for a moment. "I don't want to seem desperate. I could probably find someone else." "Bunny, you only come here when you're desperate for a good spanking and hard fuck. Let me call them up," he said, walking away in heels and a leather corset. "Fine," Sela mumbled, her gut clenching with anticipation and the need for release. She leaned back and glanced around the room. She didn't have to be casual about checking people out here. They were all sizing each other up, especially fresh relative newbies like her. Not that she was a newbie, she just didn't come around often. A skinny guy about 4 inches shorter than she, wearing a t-shirt and boyfriend jeans sat next to her at the bar. She knew what he was looking for when he gave her a coquettish smile that screamed submissiveness. "I'm not a dom," she said dismissively turning away from him and wondering where the hell Edward went to. "You don't have to be a bitch about it," he sneered. Sela rolled her eyes. This was probably a bad idea. She should leave before she regretted her decision. "No, you shouldn't be a bitch," she heard Eric's low voice behind her and felt his hands on her shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned around to see him mouth "leave" to the skinny guy and sitting down at his empty seat. His right hand grazed down her arm on to her thigh, coaxing another shiver. His left hand took the cigarette from her hands and crushed it out in the ash tray. "You know how I feel about these," he said in an admonishing voice, looking at her sternly. Sela melted from the assured gaze from his watery blue eyes. Eric was beyond handsome. His light brown hair was messily slicked back from his chiseled face that donned a knee melting 5 o'clock shadow. The man oozed sex and masculinity and she was certin Eric was already beginning the scene, making Sela's heart race and the anticipation in her gut twist and turn. She met his gaze, they locked momentarily so they both could recognize agreement. She then looked down, indicating her will to submit to him. Eric raised her chin forcing her to look at him again. He moved her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck. His heated breath made her shiver again. "Breathe, Sela," he said. She let out a breath. "Good girl." he kissed her mouth. "Come, Sela." Sela gasped, realizing it was the first time he used her name. How did he know? "Relax. Evan and Brynn told me. It's awkward having a scene with a girl named 'Bunny'. I promise not to tell," he smiled at her. He wanted her relaxed and into the scene and not on guard. He put his hands around her face, his fingers in her hair and pulled her lips to his. "Are you going to trust me Sela?" Sela breathed out. She needed this and she knew Eric could be trusted. "Yes," "Good girl," he purred. "We have the third room. Walk in front of me so I can see that luscious ass of yours." Sela smiled and her shoulders relaxed. She hopped off the chair to head to the scene rooms. Eric pulled back hard and she caught his warning look. He was back in scene. "Yes, Eric," she said dropping her gaze submissively. He wasn't too into the 'sir' or 'master' thing so it was an easy condition to negotiate. She wasn't really for it herself . She needed a little intimacy to trust him. She guessed he deserved to call her by her name as well. "Go," he ordered. The scene room was one of the smaller ones and suited their needs, as she wasn't into all of the contraptions. A bed, bondage, punishing implements and a few toys worked fine for her and Eric seemed to enjoy it too. She wondered what he did with other women, but honestly didn't care as long as she could trust he would respect her limits and he always did. She knew he had a fondness for her, but he probably did with a few women. He was easy to like and goddamn ripped and gorgeous. His light brown hair, which reached just below his shoulders, was pulled back in ponytail. He had blue eyes that twinkled with a sense of mischief . After closing the door, Eric pulled her into another embrace and tenderly kissed her. This was his way of softening her, making her trust him so she would capitulate to his demands. She returned his kiss eagerly and their mouths sought each other like old lovers. After a couple of minutes he pulled back. "Strip Sela. Then I want those fuck-me boots back on and you standing here," he commanded in a low voice, indicating the space next to the ottoman at the foot of the bed. "Yes, Eric," she said pulling her eyes down. Sela pulled her off-the-shoulder shirt over her head, revealing a lace push up bra. After carefully stepping out of her boots, she pulled off her leggings, then stepped back into boots. She knew Eric liked a peek at her lacy bra and panties while she stood in her boots. He glanced over at her from the DVD player where he had just put in a CD of haunting gregorian chanting to a rhythmic sexual beat. "Sexy as always, but take them off," he said in his low sultry voice that increased her desire for him. He then walked over to a side table where he had lain his punishing implements and assessed his choices for the scene. Sela took that as her cue to finish undressing and to stand at the foot of the bed with her head down and her hands on her thighs. E xcitement and adrenaline rushed through her. Her senses seemed to come to life, she heard every note in the music, smelled the scent of leather, sensed every movement Eric made. "Toys and scarves?" he asked. "They're in my bag,," she answered. Not moving, not gazing up. She heard him open her bag and pull out the silky lavender scarves and the few toys she preferred - soft butterfly nipple clamps, butt plugs and a couple of vibrators. The room was equipped with a black leather bed, topped with a red satin sheet that was washed and changed after each scene. At the head and foot of the bed were 4 steel posts equally spaced for binding and restraining. Participants provided their own toys, binding ropes, cables or the like, as well as instruments of punishment and pain. Sela brought her toys and scarves as she preferred softer binding that wouldn't leave marks. Eric had his own "implements of pain and pleasure" as he liked to call them - crops, canes, floggers, feathers. Eric dimmed the lights and turned on a red lamp near the bed. It gave the room a glow of passion and intensity. Sela heard him approach her and saw his bare feet and faded jeans that hugged his well defined quads and hung just below his pelvis and his tight, ripped abs. Sela inhaled sharply as she felt the crop in his hand lightly graze over her breast and slowly make its way down her stomach. "You look beautiful as always," he purred, circling around her to her back his crop tracing her body as he moved. His hands went up and placed the dark blindfold over her eyes. "I want you to focus on feeling every touch to your body. Feel the intensity of the even the lightest of touches. Give yourself over to the sharpest of blows." He circled back around to her front, slowly as if assessing his prey, deciding how he would push her to the brink of her limits, the height of need and desire. "I've missed you, Sela. You've been gone a few months. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No." "Why ever not? You are goddamn hot." He spoke low as he continued to trace up and down her body with his crop. Over her breasts, down her stomach, circling her navel. Down her outer thighs, up on the inside and faintly over her recently waxed pussy, making her inhale sharply. "Tell me why, Sela?" he demanded a little louder. "I don't want one," she said quickly, unsure why he wanted to know. "Why don't you have a dom?" "I don't want one," she answered quickly. She didn't want personal questions. "I know you've done this before. You must have a had a dom who taught you. He should have taught you to be safer." Now she really didn't know where he was going with this, but it wasn't what she wanted. Nothing personal, just a scene. "I know about the two others you tried a scene with here. That wasn't safe was it?" he said, his crop hit the side of her breast, not hard, but somewhat sharp and it startled her. She couldn't answer, her mind was swirling into a panic. Then she felt a sharp blow to her other breast. "Answer me Sela," Eric demanded louder. "Yellow," she said. Eric dropped the crop and reached to take off the blind-fold. "What the hell Sela. We just started. What's going on with you?" "No personal questions. Please Eric," she pleaded. He lifted her chin and made her gaze at him. His eyes watered with concern, searching in her eyes for an answer for what he was trying to understand about her. "Why are you here? What is it you want from this?" he asked, softer. "No questions, please. I just...I need this. God Eric, please don't ask me to explain. I just need-" He cut her off with a soft kiss. "Shh. It's okay. No questions. I'll give you what you need, but we're going to discuss your safety. Not now, but later." He kissed her again. It was more intimate than he'd ever been with her. His mouth moved to her ear and he whispered. "Relax, Sela. Breathe for me." She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She regulated her breathing, all the while his mouth stayed next to her, he held her closely. "Are you ready? I'm going to give you what you need," he said, the soft words melting her tension. God, he was good. How well he could read her, though they barely knew each other. She wanted this. She needed it. She felt she would go mad without the release he could give her. "Yes," she whispered. Eric gently replaced the blindfold. He took her hand and led her over to the bed. Sela's Struggle Ch. 02 "Crawl on to the bed. Your ass toward me at the end of the bed," he ordered. She mounted the bed on her hands and knees. Her shins at the end of the bed, her feet hanging over. Eric pulled one of her legs over to a metal post, binding her leg to the post at the knee. He did the same with the other, forcing her down on her elbows and her ass higher. She could still manage on her knees, but it left her unbalanced to the point of vulnerability. Eric then went to the head of the bed, bound her wrists together with a scarf, then pulled the scarf forward until her elbows were in front of her and her head was touching the bed. Though they had done a similar position, something was different. Her legs farther apart, her arms higher, the binding tauter. She took a breath and relaxed her position. The adrenaline started to course through her veins and anticipation quaked in her gut. She heard Eric exit the room, she felt alone, vulnerable, almost afraid someone might walk in. He'd never left her like this before. Yet, Sela still felt she could trust him. She told herself this as she waited for his return. Eric returned to the room, placing items down. Sela heard a glass clinking with ice as Eric placed it on a table near the bed. She heard him pick something up and then sensed him behind her. Eric lightly touch her ass, smoothing his hand lightly over each cheek. "I love this position with you, Sela, but I'm not going to fuck you this way. I will give you what you need Sela. The slow build up of pain and pleasure, a deep hard mind blowing fuck. But first I'm going to punish you, for being unsafe. You foolishly tried scenes with men you didn't know. Men you couldn't trust. That was wrong, Sela. That was unsafe." He'd never punished her before. He'd always built up his blows, mixed them with moments of pleasure, taking her slowly, closer and closer to orgasm. Sela felt his crop tracing her ass. She knew what was coming, but before she could breathe and accept it, she felt the sharp blow, making her suck in her breath. "We're going to start with six. That was one. Count!" he demanded, delivering the second blow. "Two!" she called out. The blows were not too hard, she had experienced worse. The next one came a little harder. "Three!" Three more came, each on a different part of her ass, but none too overwhelming. He was going light on her. Perhaps, he was afraid of overwhelming her. She'd experienced much harder before, not that this didn't have it's own sting. "Sela, you are not to be unsafe again," he said, moving away from her, back to the table with his implements. That was punishment? she thought. That was nothing. He sauntered back over and touched her ass with something different. It felt like a leather belt, but she wasn't sure. He'd never used one on her before. "This is for the second one," he said. Her heart sped up more, anticipation growing more, her arousal heighten. The first blow came, hard and stinging. She cried out, but accepted it. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she'd desired her entire short sexual life. "Only with me Sela," Eric growled delivering the second blow. Fuck, she was out of practice. She tried to remember how to breathe into the pain, to welcome it, let it wash over soothing her angst. "Say it to me Sela!" Eric demanded delivering the third blow. "Only you Eric," she cried out. Yes, Eric punish me, she thought. Give me what I need. I so need this. I don't know why. I don't care. I just want it, she thought. "Again!" he demanded on the fourth blow, which came harder than the others, burning her ass. "Only you Eric," she cried, though her breathing became ragged. "Again!" he commanded on the fifth blow, sharp, hard, overwhelming heat. "Only you Eric," she could barely call out, she could barely catch her breath, yet her body was allowing the pain to wash over her, as if somehow cleansing her soul, letting out the demons of desire that haunted her. After the sixth blow, Eric walked away again. She hoped he was not getting another implement. What could be worse than a belt? Not a cane. That was a hard limit for her. Before she could consider it further, Eric returned placing a cool wet cloth over her ass, soothing the burning she felt. He did not attempt to assuage her in any other way. He wasn't going to apologize or wonder if he was too hard. He knew she would tell him when it was too much. Silently, Eric untied her legs and hands, then removed the cool cloth. "On your back," he ordered. Sela quickly turned over and lying on her back. Still, she could not see, only feel, smell, hear. Eric took one of her legs and stretched it over to the farthest post, tying her once more. After doing the same with the other leg, she was stretched wide, exposed, vulnerable, just as he wanted. Hell it was just what she wanted. Eric raised both her hands above her head, stretching them as well and tying them to the posts at the top of the bed. There was little latitude for her to move. He was positioning her for the slow sensual torture that straddled the line between pleasure and pain. "Okay?" he asked in a hushed voice. "Yes, Eric." "This is going to be slow. I'm going to push you to your limit. You will need to control your orgasm. I will make you wait. You will wait until I tell you to come. It's what I need." "Yes, Eric," she said, though she didn't know how much self-control she had. Just his voice, his self-assured control over her was heady and arousing. The anticipation of her desire to be pushed, to absorb the pain and pleasure that would only increase her need for release. Eric began, by grazing his flogger over her body, slowly around her breast, down her stomach, his movement like molasses. God, this was torture, tortuous pleasure. After his slow movements down her body, he began to twirl the flogger, letting the leathery ends pour down their soft stings on her skin. He focused on her breasts, repeatedly, back and forth from one breasts to the next. Her breathing sped up, her moans softly escaping her lips. She writhed against the bindings, barely able to move at all. She wanted so badly to arch her back and raise her breasts to beg for more of the floggers sting. Her breasts were heating up, Sela imagined they were turning a darker and darker red from the relentless battering of her breasts. Just as she felt she could take no more, Eric stopped. She heard him place the flogger down on the table next to the bed, then the clinking of the ice against the water glass. Eric was slow, he was watching for her breathing to calm. Sela arched in surprise against the secure bindings when she felt the sudden cold encircling her breasts. Eric's mouth held a piece of ice between his lips with which he began another slow torture over each breasts. His hand took the ice from his mouth and placed it on her nipple, holding it there, pressing down. The cold provided another kind of pain that mounted with each second he held it to her nipples. "Ahhhh," Sela breathed out, a distinct moan of pain melting into pleasure as she allowed her breast to absorb the freezing cold, that had a heat and sting of its own. Eric moved to the other breast applying the same searing torture. Sela was so goddamn aroused she felt she could come purely from his ministrations on her breasts. His torture did not end with the ice. After placing the ice back in the glass, his tongue began to swirl around her nipple. His hands pushed her breasts together and he lavishly licked, sucked and devoured each one. How was she to control herself? He knew the level of sensual torture he applied. He knew he was forcing her closer and closer to the brink. Eric listened to her breathing as a gauge of her limit. When it was ragged and laced with a soft cry, he relented. As much as he wanted her, he also wanted to bring her the release she so craved. To take her higher and higher to an earth shattering climax. He had learned self-control over the years, a veteran dom whose pleasure was completely tied to the pain and pleasure he brought his submissives. Sela was a born submissive, he could tell. She eased into the pain as if willing it into her body, through her coursing veins, into a place in her psyche where she could turn it into a cloud of pleasure that soothed her soul. Sela was pliable, but not breakable, young but not naive, willing but not meek. Eric wondered how she had arrived at such a point so young. At what age did she recognize her needs, what allowed her to explore them so early on in life? When Sela's breaths returned to a rhythm of ease, Eric picked up the flogger and began to administer the same treatment to her abdomen - building up to intense heat, searing her with icy cold, lavishing her his tongues and nips of his teeth and lips until once again she struggled against the binding, her breath ragged, uttering small cries of overwhelming pleasure. Finally he plied the same treatment to her thighs and nipped at her pussy, careful not to send her over the edge too soon. He wanted her begging for release. Once again he waited for her breathing to calm. He untied her legs, but left her hands bound as before. She'd be sore, but he like the thought of her remembering their night together. He had no idea when he would see her again, if ever. Though he hoped she would return to him. Sela heard Eric pick up something from the table. Damn, she heard absolutely everything, sensed it all as her arousal made every movement, every sound, every smell so utterly keen and sharp. Eric took her legs, bending and pushing them to her waist, exposing her dripping wet pussy and her ass. His fingertip lightly traced her folds and clit. She bucked as if jolted by an electric current. God, she was so close, so ready to come. He wasn't ready to give her that yet. She had more in her. He was going to push her all the way. "Still your body, Sela. Control. I want you to control yourself. You are not to come until I give you permission. If you do, I will not fuck you and that will leave me frustrated and pissed." "Yes, Eric," she hissed, but was unsure she had it in her. If he touched her clit again she would explode. "You smell divine. God how I want to taste you, to devour your cunt with my mouth. But you know I won't do that. I don't get to taste your sweet cunt and you don't get to have my cock in your mouth. Not yet anyway," he said, reminding her of his rule that oral sex was too intimate and he wouldn't allow it without a committed dom-sub relationship. Sela so wanted to feel his mouth on her, his tongue inside her. Right now she hungered for his cock in her mouth., but she couldn't give him that. That wasn't their agreement. Sela heard the purr of her vibrator and nearly groaned. How could he continue this relentless torture? How could she possibly control herself if he touch her with the vibrator. He pushed the vibrator inside her pussy. She tried to be still, tried to think of something else. It was getting to be too much. She didn't know if she could take anymore and not shatter into her climax. Pulling the vibrator out, Eric brought it to her mouth. "Suck on it. Taste yourself," he said leaving it in her mouth as he ripped open a condom and quickly put it on his cock. Knowing he was about to fuck her pushed her even closer. She wanted his cock fucking her, punishing her, sending her over the edge. Eric pulled the vibrator from her mouth lifted up her ass and slid into her asshole. "Breathe, baby. Just breathe. We're almost there," he promised. Once the vibrator was deep inside her, Eric mounted her, keeping her legs bent and pushed up toward her chest.. Sela felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Fuck, don't tease me with it, she thought. She was ready to beg, god she was ready to plead for her release. Eric moved his head in slowly, in and out, farther each time. Sela knew she was out of anymore self-control. "Ahh. Eric, please, please," she begged. Eric pulled out to her entrance, placed his thumb on her clit. "Come for me Sela," he said plunging deep inside her as he applied pressure to her clit, skyrocketing her over the edge. Her mind seemed to blow into oblivion as she felt the waves of her orgasm so fiercely move through her. She heard her cries, but only saw blinding light, felt the strong pulses of her pussy around his cock relentlessly fucking her. He slowed as she came down from her climax., but he didn't stop. He was going to fuck her hard, again and again, but it was his turn to build up to his pleasure and he hoped another round of pleasure for her. Sela was dripping wet and slippery. His cock glided smoothly in and out of her tight cunt as he watched himself fucking her. She was so goddamn hot, a young fucking tight little pussy like a glove around his cock. He felt the pulsing of the vibrator in her ass. As he continued to fuck her, he moved his hand behind him, finding the vibrator and moving it in and out of her. He saw her react, trying to push her hips up to meet his cock. She was begging for more and he would give it to her. The simultaneous fucking of her holes ignited her arousal, bringing her closer to another orgasm. He could tell what the fucking did to her, see her need in her upward thrusts. He kept at his, gauging her breathing, knowing he was so close himself. Finally, waves rocked through her again, he felt her pulsing around his cock. He quickly let go of the vibrator and grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh, and thrusting into her hard, relentless, building up until he shuddered with a growl feeling his cum shooting out. His mind in its own oblivion. Normally, as he recovered his breathing, he would release her and slide out, but tonight he intimately collapsed onto her, breathing next to her hair, soaking in the smell of her. For him, it had been a mind blowing fuck. Eric rolled off of her, then curled her body into his, her back against his front, holding her in an intimate embrace. He felt Sela tense, but he kissed her hair and said, "just relax for a few minutes. Let yourself be held. It's okay." Sela relaxed as much as she could, but she feared the level of intimacy of the night. There had been more kissing and caressing and now he was holding her. It's not that she didn't want to give into the intensity of a full dom-sub relationship, but she feared it too much to consider the possibility. Only bad had come from her relationships. She felt as if she were some unlucky evil that attached to the men she cared for, ultimately leading to their own ruin. After a few minutes Eric released her, kissing the back of her head once more. "I'm going to shower," he said and walked off to the bathroom. Sela felt a crushing fatigue come over her. She knew she should get up and go home so she could sleep. Her eyes only wanted to stay shut. Her body felt like like a solid lead weight. Before she could resist, she slipped into sleep. "Why don't you get in. I can clean up," Eric said, coming out of the bathroom. Sela didn't move or respond. He went over to her smiling at her sleepiness. It must have really been a mind blowing release for her. She was limp, her breathing deep and rhythmic. She hardly woke when he tried shaking and waking her. He cleaned up her toys and scarves replacing them in her handbag. He put away his belongings and dressed, but he still could hardly rouse her. Damn, he thought. Taking out his cell phone he called up to Brynn and Evan and explained Sela's state. Within minutes Brynn arrived with a soft robe and they both put it around her. "Hell Eric, what'd you do to the poor girl?" Brynn joked, knowing he didn't do anything Sela didn't want or need. Eric picked her up while Brynn gathered Sela's belongings. They rode the elevator to their top floor loft, Brynn giving him a somewhat concerned glance. "Something changed between the two of you," Brynn said, after Eric had gently deposited her on the guest room bed and covered her with blankets. "I thought of asking her to be my sub, but I got the feeling it was the last thing she wanted. I think she has some strange fear of real intimacy. As if something happened in her past. I think she's ashamed too," he said. Brynn smiled at him, but revealed nothing Sela had shared with her in confidence. Eric followed her into the living room. He seemed tired himself. "Do you want a drink?" she asked. "I'm fucking exhausted. I hadn't actually planned on this evening," he said. "Well you seemed to jump at the chance," she teased. She'd known Eric for many years. He was a close friend of hers and Evan's. They had shared holidays and vacations together, more than just their shared lifestyle. Eric kissed her cheek, shrugged on his leather jacket and grabbed his motorcycle helmet. "Thanks for letting her stay," he said and departed.