| Straight: BDSM: The Storm (1/3) |
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The day was dark, heavy with the promise of rain. Roiling clouds loomed in the distance. Inside, the mood was almost the same. This session had been different from any they had had before. He would not allow her to suck his dick, he would not do anything sexual. They had acted like an old married couple and this worried her to no end. He had spoken of a time like this, but she had never thought it would happen. She had gotten nude and rubbed herself against him. All this managed to do was to get her eaten the first couple of times and, when she persisted, punished for the last few. She had cooked and done all the things he liked in an effort to please him. He would play with her, but had not made love to her for two days now, something that had never happened before, nor did she think ever would. Was he tiring of her? Was their "season," as he called it, coming to a close? She was about to go out of her mind, but still she hesitated to ask the question because she knew it would kill her if he answered "yes." Life, as she had come to know and love it, would end. No one ever in her entire life had just let her be "her." When she had said she wanted to make love in a graveyard, two weeks later it had happened. When she had told him of the place in Maine she had visited and loved, they had gone. When she said she wanted to be fisted, or when she had wanted anal sex, it was done. He never made her feel her desires were strange or kinky. He never made her do the things that she wrote stories about but simply could not do in real life. He called when things were at their worst and seemed to make them better. He ripped unpleasant things from her mind that she refused to surrender voluntarily. He comforted her through the hardest of times. Though she did not like the mere fact the others existed, he even made that tolerable. He would do what she wanted to do...he cared about her needs. It seemed that he had no needs of his own, that those he did have were really hers. This could not end. She would not allow it. She would do whatever she had to do to hold on to him. She had thought once, a long time ago, of leaving because he refused to make her the only one. When he had simply said "no" and offered to release her if she was unhappy, she had quickly retracted her statement. She had learned to accept that, when he was with her, she was his one and only and that she held a special place all her own that no one else could ever fill. Finally, she asked the question, then held her breath for what seemed like forever as he pondered his answer. He motioned for her to come and sit on his lap. Softly he began to stroke her as only he could do. This only made it worse. Now she knew that he was tired of her. Then, without warning, he grabbed a handful of her hair and almost dragged her into the bathroom. He kissed her so passionately that she thought she would faint. He ripped her cotton blouse almost to shreds in one motion, followed by her bra which, at first, refused to give way, but he continued pulling at it until |
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