NIGHT TALK
"Do you hate me?" Adam asked again in his velvet soft voice. I had been
half-asleep, comfortably bound by the wrists to the headboard. Lazily relaxed
in the after-midnight gloom. I could barely keep my eyes open. His question
surprised me. He pressed tight against my back, one hand spread against my
stomach. Fingers unfolded, radiating heat. I snuggled my buttocks backwards to
rest on his manhood. Nice to cuddle for a change.
"Did you want me too?" I could feel his organ stirring, stiffening near the
back of my thighs.
"No, but I wondered." His fingers pressed against the raised marks on my skin.
Waking them so they pulsed faintly. "Why don't you?" Mild tone, and innocently
curious.
"Let's see." I quipped. "You're gorgeous, sensuous, hung like a pony, and you
have a good solid swing in your strap. A strap, I might add, that you like to
use on my cowering slave body." He laughed, and pressed nearer. "Why should I
hate you, Adam? You were doing what you were told to do. The same as I was. I
would have to hate Jon, and I cannot hate him."
"Do I scare you?" His timbre was hoarse, raw sounding. As if these questions
had been bothering him for most of the night, but he did not know how to express
them. They were to intimate.
"You're supposed to scare me. That's the point. I said `blue and you stopped.
How scared can I really be?" Adam's hands roamed over me, as if checking to see
the extent of the damage he had done to me. Lazy pressure, calming.
"You are not like some of the people that we've had here." He sounded almost
amazed. Why?
"How do you mean? I'm older?" That low smoky laugh from deep in his chest
again.
"You smiled in the middle of a scene. Do you know how rare that is? You spend
all of your time wide-awake, and not caught up in some romantic fantasy of love
in chains." I liked the way he put that even if he wasn't speaking about me.
"If I didn't enjoy this. Why would I be here? This isn't like going to a
movie, and thinking that Brad Pitt looks a little off-color. I can't really
walk away when I'm tied to the table." I was a little puzzled. What else would
bring someone here?
"Some people come, because they feel they deserve nothing better than
punishment. They feel it more every time they climax. You don't, do you?" I
shuddered with sadness.
"How terrible for them." I meant that in the deepest sense. "I look on the
strap, most of the time, as a reward. It's the same even when its meant as
punishment or I cry. If I really fuck.. OOPS. Screw-up. I get sent away,
and I won't be punished so wonderfully anymore." I tried to put my thoughts
together in a coherent way, so they would be easy to understand. "Literal
violence is a terrible, soul-killing thing. I had that." A small sympathetic
noise came from him. I pushed that memory away. "Maybe at one time I did too,
but it's not that way now."
"How is it now?" He sounded like he really wanted to know, resting his cheek on
mine. The feel of masculine beard, and male smells, floating over me in
indolent circles.
"Now, it's just sensation. I had a boyfriend that did this kind of thing.
Never far enough or long enough. Some kind of one orgasm rule with him. I had
been so straight, and when he left me I never thought that I would miss it as
much as I did." I could feel my eyebrows knit together in a little frown. "It
was frustrating to go on a normal date, and try to ask for this? You ever try
to explain this to a Catholic?" He laughed outright at that picture, and I knew
he understood. "I'm scary enough to most men, because of the brain in my head,
without a WHIP in my hand. Rob, for whatever reason, saw this inside me, and
brought it to the light. I just cannot go back. Frankly, I don't really want
too." Adam's hand moved to the backs of my thighs, and explored the deep valley
between them. My voice fell to a whisper. "I can hide it, or enjoy it. I
don't want to feel like an outlaw because I like this." I moaned under the
pressure of his palm on the inside of my leg.
"There's no reason too, as long as you can find other players." I bent my knee
to give him access, and felt two long thick fingers move into me from behind. I
tried to remain still. "Hmm." He murmured, and his organ pressed upwards on my
back. "I did promise you something exotic tonight, didn't I?" Yes, he had.
How kind of him to remember. I gave him a ritualized answer to his words.
"Yes, Handler. If it is your wish to continue. I will gratefully submit to
your attentions." He moved up, and back so I could roll over onto my stomach.
My bound hands together before me. I relaxed on my arms, and waited with my
knees bent. He fondled my back, silently. Reaching over me to the nightstand.
I knew basically what he was reaching for, so I did not watch.
"Have you ever done this before?" He asked, as a thick semi-solid mass started
to melt between my butt cheeks. His fingers following the moist path.
"Not in a long time handler, but the mistress opened me there earlier with a
phallus." I felt a small twinge of embarrassed fear. Adam was much larger than
that toy. His fingers felt larger than the phallus had.
"You like it though, don't you?" His voice was lower, and more demanding. I
felt his thumbs in me, and the slippery lubricant being worked deep by his
fingers. I groaned, as sympathetic wetness seeped from my vagina to run down my
thighs. His fingers sure, and delicate, and gentle.
"Yes, Adam... Handler. I do." I could feel the tension growing in my jaw, as
he rose behind me. One of his hands open on my lower back, and the other
guiding his penis to the tight opening of my anus. I tried to remember how to
do this. Feeling the pressure he was exerting to unseal my flesh becoming
overtly uncomfortable. The organ being angled down, and into me, even as I
tensed.
"You make your own pain here, Anne. You are resisting me." `I've forgotten!'
My mind screamed. "Open yourself to me. I really have no desire to rape you
right now." I bore down, and felt the tight little ring expanding around his
hot hard meat. The hand on my back was joined by another. Both sliding over to
the sides of my waist to grip my hips. "Here it comes, Annie." He whispered
the customary warning. "It only hurts for a moment." Then Adam entered me
smoothly. Stretching me impossibly wide to accommodate his organ with the
familiar burning ache that accompanied any anal penetration. He was in, and I
felt the incredibly strong muscles back there trying in vain to expel him.
Making him groan with pleasure. Holding unto me hard with his hands. He
started to move in me then, pumping me. Soft in, quicker out, the rhythm that
told me he knew what he was doing. That this was familiar territory for him. I
wouldn't be injured, but I would be opened. He started to speak, and I realized
suddenly that the words were as important to him as the actions. The cries, and
groans, part of the intoxication for him. I let myself go, as his voice primed
the orgasm threatening to flow over me. "This is one of the most intimate ways
to examine a slave. They create their own pain. This requires absolute
compliance, and absolute resilience." I believed him. "Does it hurt good yet?"
He asked, and I shook my head, around the tightly clenched teeth in my mouth.
He grabbed my breasts with his hands, and kneaded them. Leaning his weight on
my back until my legs quivered.
"I don't know how much more I can take." I ground out, and the words worked on
him, he moved rougher, and meaner.
"You can't take it?" I shook my head. "If you really can't stand it, do not
want me in you, then use those tight little muscles to keep me out. Your
weakness is why I prefer men for this really. They can take more, and harder."
I gripped the bars of the headboard. Pulling close, taunting him over my
shoulder with a playful little growl. I pushed back hard towards him, and felt
every last inch of him slide into me painfully, deliciously. Filling me to
bursting. He laughed, a low menacing sound. "Hold still. You want to be cored
like a man?" I nodded, and kept my eyes closed. "You think you can take it?"
I nodded, and groaned loudly. My hands curled tightly to the bed for support.
He took a hold of my knees, and lay me flat on the bed. Legs wide for access,
his body following mine down. "You want to be fucked in the ass, little novice?
You got it." His excitement came through his every word, and the quivering
touch of his thighs on mine. The fact that he was so excited knocked my own
excitement up a notch. Fever pitch, and poignantly degrading to have to beg to
be fucked harder. My perineum was pulled taut, and the little muscles grew hard
because my legs were flat against the bed. I grumbled deep in my throat from
the discomfort. He spoke into my ear, and his tone meant business. "Do not cry
out. I don't want to hear it. You asked for this. Now, all I want from you is
your orgasm." I let a tear roll from my moist eyes, down my cheek. He ground
into me, as every part of my nether regions tightened with the friction. He was
practically grunting with the force he was having to use to get back inside me,
when he pulled the flesh out of the opening. My legs shook with spasm,
convulsive movements of tired aching muscles. Muscles struggling towards climax
one last time. His flesh inside me burned with a fiery gentle pain. My breath
shortened. My clitoris pulsed in tempo to my fast, panting breaths. I was
going to come, and in my depleted state it was going to be agony. Adam started
to speak to me, hands moving on every part of me he could reach from behind.
Clutching at me, pulling me near. Fingers rough.
"You're ass is so tight, and you're so close to coming. I can feel it." He was
absolutely right, and he knew it. Talking dirty to me, rough like he would talk
to another man. "You're tighter than a man. I feel your need in my organ." Adam
shoved his hand under my hips. Urging my body to crest under his prodding.
Fingers handling my clit, and I rose up against his weight a mere inch to give
him access to the suffering knot of desire at the top of my cleft. "It hurts, I
know it does, and you're so good for taking it this way." Sweet caress on the
back of my hair. The unexpected tenderness shot adrenaline into my sex.
"You're going to come with it. Boil over, and flow with it. I'm going to watch
you come, and it's going to be soon." He pumped faster, and the excruciating
pleasure reached a new peak for me. I groaned, and cried out with it. His
finger taking my clitoris and pinching it gently, until I exploded. Lifting up
to my knees, and giving him free access. Eyes closed, head back. Mindlessly
making incoherent animal noises. Feeling him in me. Achingly, impossibly hard.
Filling me, and leaving me empty. He was so hot, so cruel and full. I put my
head between my arms, and silenced the bestial scream of joy-filled torment that
his spasmodic thrusting climax tore from my hoarse throat, by biting the
bedspread until my jaws ached. That wasn't what Adam wanted. He twisted his
hands in my hair. Pulling my head up high so he could hear my agony. Forcing
his penis harder into me. Drilling me with his organ. Churning against me
until every last bit of his orgasm, was released into the condom he wore to ream
me. Slowly Adam collapsed on top of me, pressing me into his bed. His
breathing a harsh rasp in my ear. Long fingers tightly grasping my damp skin.
The abrupt hard jerks of his organ slowing to twitches in my now loose anus. He
whispered against me.
"Jesus Christ, Girl. Jesus Christ." I didn't really understand what he meant
by that, but before I went to sleep cuddled next to him in his bed. I realized
something. I felt just about the same way.
