Hansel 2: An Erotic Fairy Tale (6 page)

I finish paying my bill, walk out into the main corridor, and find a bench beside a large potted palm.

It takes me three tries to open it, because my fingers shake so badly. I pull out a letter, and even before I unfold it, I can see the thickness of the pen he used, the heavy stamp of The Enchanted Forest letterhead.

Lauren—

Let’s give this another go. You submit, and I’ll help you work through your fear of letting go. You hurt me, I’ll pleasure you. One week trial run. What do you say?

And, in loose cursive below
:
Let me take care of you.

Yours,

E.

It’s the ‘yours’ that cracks the top layer of ice over my heart.

I re-read it, several times. The man from last night wants to help me with my fear? He wants to take care of me? I remember a thought I had while I was at his place: Who takes care of him?

I think of the woman he might find if I say no. Someone who won’t mind hurting him. Someone who will likely even enjoy making him bleed and flinch.

The thought makes me sick.

Everything I told myself this morning evaporates as I hold the thick letter. While I sit there, feeling dizzy, with my thoughts racing and my chest aching, I feel a light tap on my shoulder.

“Ma’am?” I whirl around to find myself facing an older man dressed in a black uniform. “Are you Lauren?”

“Who are you?” I whisper.

“I’m Cecil, an employee of Edgar. Would you like a ride?”

My eyes bug out. “You were here waiting for me?”

He smiles a little. “Yes ma’am. I’m your chauffeur.”

I look from the letter, to him, and back to the letter.
What the fuck, Hansel?
“How did you know I would say yes?” I demand.

“I didn’t,” he says.

“If I say ‘no’ right now, what will you do?” I’m genuinely curious.

“Are you saying no?” he asks me lightly.

“Maybe.”

“Yes or no, ma’am?” His face looks strange, as if he’s waiting for my answer to take me to the next level of some game.

“I’m saying yes, I guess. Yes to no. I’m saying ‘no.’”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another letter.

I’m sorry to be pushy, but I have to have you, Lauren. You remind me very much of someone I once loved.

Let me turn your Vegas trip into a fairy tale.

My heart clenches.

The man clears his throat. “Well?”

I clutch the letter to my chest. Is this message specifically for me? Sure, he saw me last night, but does he realize now that I was ‘Lauren’? Does he even remember last night?

My mind races.

“Why don’t you ride over to The Forest, Lauren? If you change your mind, I’ll be glad to take you to the airport.”

“How do you know I’m going there?” I ask suspiciously.

He nods at my suitcase, where an airline’s emblem is stamped on a luggage tag that’s dangling.

I nod slowly.

He winks. “I was told to be persuasive.”

“Why didn’t Edgar come himself?” I ask softly.

“He had a meeting. He’ll be there waiting for you, but right now, that’s where he is.”

I let my breath out. Squeeze the handle of my rolling suitcase. He isn’t in a meeting. He wants to play this game with me in the role of ‘Lauren’: someone he doesn’t know. He wants me near him, but he’s scared to have me there as Leah.

I rub my head. What does this
mean
?

“If I change my mind, Cecil, you’ll take me to the airport? You promise?” I ask.

He nods. “He doesn’t want you forced, Lauren. He told me, don’t make that girl feel like she’s being kidnapped.”

Cecil smiles a little, but it’s not funny to me. Goosebumps prickle over my arms as I try to weigh my options.

I think about the other girls. Whip-happy girls who want to see him suffer. I would be better for him than them. I picture him with one of them and burn with hypothetical envy. I could always take him up on his invitation and then break his rules. He may expect that. Surely he remembers last night, knows that Lauren is me. He called me back because he wants me. Leah.

And, even though it’s reckless, I still want him, too.

*

I sit on his bed, like the instructions in my bag of clothing told me to. I’m on my knees, my head bowed, my arms loose at my sides.

He walks in, and I lift my eyes to see him. He’s wearing leather pants and no shirt. He’s bruised and his eye is still black, but he looks in charge. Fierce. Breathtakingly honed and brutishly strong. Nothing like the broken man last night.

“Everything,” he says, “or nothing. No arguing with me. No fearing me. Do you understand?” He walks slowly over to the bed’s edge, where he stands to the side of the mattress looking down on me.

I nod, fixing my eyes on the mattress, even though I want to look at him.

“You may speak.”

His voice is sharp, startling me. I’m surprised to find my “Yes” is whispered.

“You submit to me. I will give you pleasure. Can you submit fully this time?”

I nod.

“Speak up.”

“Yes,” I say, more loudly than before.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Master,” I murmur.

“But what? You don’t think I can hear your hesitation?”

“But I’m scared,” I answer honestly.

I hold my breath as he climbs up on the bed, sitting on his knees in front of me. He takes my chin in his fingers and tips my face up, so our eyes meet. Emotion rises like a bubble in my throat, keeping air from getting in. My head spins as I look into the eyes I know so well.

“Your fear is an insult,” he says. “I demand your trust. I won’t betray it.”

I find myself nodding. My insides are a riot. He’s not treating me like me at all, he’s treating me like just another sub. Like ‘Lauren’. Like this is nothing more than a game to him.

“I will give you everything I have,” he says, deep and slow, as if he can read my mind. “You will give me all of you as well. No corner will remain untouched. No part of you unexplored. I will possess you, completely, thoroughly. And from now on, as I’ve done with every submissive before you…I will call you Leah.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Leah
 

He eases me down onto my back and spreads my arms out. I’m surprised to feel something soft, wet, and warm come down on my shoulder, right beside the strap of my teddy. My eyes flutter and rush up to him. I find him smirking slightly and realize he just kissed me there.

“You may look at me while I tie you,” he says quietly.

Hearing him give me instructions like that stuns me for a second, but I quickly get over it and try to focus on playing my role. I look at his bruised and chiseled chest, then dare a quick glance at his handsome face. Was I really in this very room with him last night? It seems impossible to believe right now. Does he remember last night? He’s giving me mixed signals. I’m so confused.

He takes my hands in his—his touch is neither gentle nor firm, but disappointingly utilitarian, after the kiss I just received—and ties them with some binds that seem to have been attached to the bed, just hidden under the mattress.

“You look nice tied to my bed.” He’s crouching on the mattress beside me, the leather of his pants stretching around his hard, strong legs; his upper body stunning, even if it is marred by bruises and cuts. I let my gaze run up his lower abs and feel a little warm between my legs, despite the weirdness of this.

He moves between my legs and spreads my thighs with his big hands, then takes his pants down, revealing a huge, hard cock. I’ve never been a big fan of the c-word, but that’s what this is. A thick, long cock with magnificent balls hanging below. The head is pointed at his navel; the shaft already veined and straining.

Oh, God.

He looks into my eyes, and I feel like I can almost see the person that I used to know. Then his lids drop lower, his cheekbones flush a little, and he leans down between my thighs.

I squirm as he breathes against my pussy. I’m so warm and wet already, his teasing breath makes me lift my hips. He curls his finger underneath the fabric of the thong I found in my bag this morning, stretches it away from my skin, and pops my pussy with it.

“Don’t move,” he says, holding my gaze as he brings his mouth back over me.

I’m throbbing now. Aching inside. I want to be full of him. I want him to stuff that gorgeous cock deep inside me. I know it might hurt again, but I don’t care. I want it so much, I can feel my nipples harden.

I watch the top of his dark head as he leans down and starts to lick me—long, slick, gentle strokes that start light as a feather on my swollen clit and increase in pressure as he drags his tongue through my lips. He pushes the tip of it inside me and I moan and try to—

“Fuck!” My hands! I can’t grab him. I roll my hips beneath him and he raises his eyes. “Leah, that was bad. You broke the rules.”

He licks me once more, dragging moisture from my opening to the forbidden area below, then surprises me by getting up, reaching across the bed.

He opens a little black box I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out something small and rubbery, followed by a bottle of lubricant.

He squirts a pearl of it onto his fingertip and flicks his gaze at me.

“Stay still from now on,” he orders.

Then he comes back in between my legs and smears the lube from in between my wet lips, down over my core—where he takes a brief detour inside me with his fingertip—and down lower. I feel his finger against my asshole and I gasp.

And then I gasp again.

“Oh my God.” I jerk my hips. “It burns!”

My cunt is lighting up, tingling. I can feel the blood rushing to the area. As I squirm, he smirks, and I watch through dazed eyes as he gets more. He doesn’t touch my pussy this time, just spreads my asscheeks and smears it over me there.

“What are you—”

“Quiet,” he growls.

He holds up the small, black plastic thing, shaped vaguely like a bullet, and smears the lube on it. He pushes it into my pussy, whirls it around, and licks my slit a few more times, until I’m panting.

Then, with his mouth still on me and his tongue still twirling all around my pulsing clit, he spreads my cheeks again, pushes against my puckered entrance, and looks up into my eyes.

“Bare down a little,” he whispers against my cunt lips. “Trust me, Lea, you’ll like this. Just relax.” He strokes his tongue up and down me again, and I feel the pressure increase at my asshole.

I press down against it, and then cry out as I feel it burst inside me.

Oh my God, it’s thick—and hard. I wiggle my ass a little, trying to get used to it, but there’s no getting used to this.

“God!” I grunt. I feel so…filled up. Sort of hurts, but…sort of doesn’t.

His tongue distracts me for a moment, worshipping my clit. I feel my pulse pound there. Combined with the…presence inside my ass, I’m not sure what to focus on. I writhe.

He chuckles.

“Leah…Leah, Leah…”

He pushes his tongue into my cunt, stretches it as deeply as he can, and flicks against the inside of me. I gasp and rock my hips into his face.

“Your cock,” I gasp.

He stops, looks up, and grins. “Are you saying that you want my cock?”

He stuffs two fingers into me. “Oh…yes. Oh yes, please.”

He taps the outside of the plug, and I feel it vibrate inside. “Please, fuck me,” I whimper.

He starts to trace around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand palms his big, stiff cock and starts to stroke up toward the head of it.

He squeezes hard, and I think I see the color of it darken just a little. Then he strokes back down, bouncing a little just above his balls.

“Oh Leah.” Dazed eyes meet my own. “You’ve got me so hard. Ready. I’m going to fuck you now, Leah. Close your eyes.”

I do, and I can feel the tingle of the lube he put on me. I can hear the tearing of a wrapper. I peek my eyes open to see him roll a condom over his huge head.

Then he’s pushing in between my lips, thrusting harder, till it hurts and I cry out. “Relax,” he whispers, stroking my arm. The feel of his fingers on my arm brings me immediately back to someplace safe. I pant a little as he pushes deeper into me.

“Oh God,” I shiver.

He pushes in a little more, and I gasp.

“All of me,” he grits, and I scream as he thrusts so deep, my body is rocketed toward the headboard.

I moan as he starts to rock his hips and thrust into my pussy. God! I’m nothing but a warm, wet pussy stretched around him. He’s so hard. So long. He feels so good inside me. I feel my hips rise up to meet him, and I jerk against my binds, because I want to touch him too.

“Relax,” he tells me. “Close your eyes.”