Beast of Venery (14 page)

              “
Damn it, I have to poop! This is way beyond embarrassing.”
She pondered over in her head.

“
I will not have him wipe my ass. I cannot let him do that, that's for babies and old people. Really, really old people. It's too private. I don't know if I would even wipe his ass if he asked me?”

             
But with the luck leaving the bathroom as soon as she entered, the toilet paper rolled out of her hands and untangled into a twisted mess on the floor in front of her.
Sigh.
She went for the second roll stacked at the back of the seat, and after holding it between her hands for a while, getting a good grip, she used her mouth in an attempt to pull off sheets of paper. As if everything was working against her, the roll slipped out of her thickly wrapped hands and joined the other one on the floor.

              “Alright I give up!”

She yelled from the bathroom.

              “Hey babe, I'm in the bathroom and I need some help, please.”

There was no response from the couch in the living room, so she yelled a little louder.

              “Hey babe, wake up, I went potty and need some help, please. I'm in the bathroom.”

Her voice had been much louder this time, making sure to wake him up and get him down the hall to help her. She sat there quietly for a few second, waiting, and finally she heard his tired, dragging footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bathroom.

              “Remember, we could have hired a nurse for this. It's your own fault.” '
Laugh it away big girl, this is as bad as it gets.'
She thought to herself.

              A small laugh accompanied her voice in an attempt to make an awkward situation less humiliating. Without bothering turning on the light, the door to the bathroom slowly pushed open and with a giggle Danielle looked up as in a statement telling him how sorry she was for having him do this to her, but her laugh got stuck in her throat as it wasn't Andy standing in the doorway, but Brian.

              “I heard you needed some help. What can I do for you, sweetheart? Your wish is my command.”

In sheer panic Danielle moved back against the toilet bowl behind her and yelled for Andy on top of her lungs. No response, no footsteps running down the hallway to see what was going on in the bathroom, not even an answer back from him.

              Instead, she was left to stare back at Brian, whose folded arms went across his chest, his body leaning against the door frame.

              “It doesn't seem like he is coming to help you. What a douche bag of a husband you seem to have ended up with, leaving you in the bathroom not helping you out. Good thing I'm here and more than happy to assist. That's why you should have stayed with me. No worries though, I'm here now. Just like it should be.”

              With a few short steps his towering statue was right at her feet pushing her legs apart. Bending down and into her face he grabbed both of Danielle's wrists and held them high in midair, on each side of her head.

              “I guess I did a good job branding these hands of yours. Now you'll always need my help.” Pushing her further back against the old toilet tank, he moved her legs even farther apart with the help of his knees, and placed both her wrist in one of his large hands. Presenting her with a wipe from his back pocket instead of grabbing the toilet paper off the floor.

              “I'm guessing you may still be a bit sore from our previous encounter, so I brought some baby wipes for your pussy instead of rough paper. You shouldn't use that, sweetie, and you know that from before.  I mean, come on, how can you have forgotten such intimate details, it wasn't that long ago. I think about you all the time, like it was yesterday we were naked together. Now, be still so I can do you that favor you told Andy was so embarrassing earlier.”

              '
He must have been listening to them talking on the couch. Must have been spying on them when they came home, maybe even when they left the hospital... how long had he watched them'?
Her mind was racing with different possible scenarios.

              Trapped in the corner, sitting on top of the open toilet lid, she felt him touch her most sensitive part between her legs. She screamed and trashed around on the seat, but nothing was budging the solid grip he had on her wrists and the open spread of her legs. The toilet suddenly flushed and he took the chance to get right up in her face, nudging his bony nose to hers.

              “I'm sorry you're sore between your legs, sweetie. It just means we have to practice fucking more often.”

              “Brian, are you fucking crazy?! You're crazy, you're fucking crazy...” 

Her head swung backwards and bumped into the back of the toilet tank as soon as his hand landed hard on her face.  Stunned, she stared back up at him, into his eyes, breathing with her mouth open.

              “What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch, I just helped you out? Stop calling me crazy! Keep doing that, and I'll keep this hand coming until you shut up, do you understand?” 

              With his face only inches away, his outrageous yelling tantrum left drops of wet saliva all over her face. Not bothering wiping it away, he made a swiping move with his hand aiming at her throat, holding her still and silent.

              His head was bent low, just hovering over her face, blazing eyes staring angrily into hers. For a moment he held her roughly in place with a tight grip around her throat, not giving any intentions of what his next move would be. Tightening more each second that went by. He was opening his mouth to speak. In that very same moment his face suddenly slammed hard forward into hers, almost knocking her off the seat, leaving a throbbing pain across the ridge of her nose. Immediately he slumped over her, sliding slowly down her side, face planting on the cool tile floor close to the bathroom wall.

              “Babe, are you okay?”

              Andy's wooden baseball bat landed hard on the floor with a clank. He kicked Brian's limp body aside to get it out of his way, grabbed hold of Danielle, and pulled both her and her pants up and into his arms. 

              “The cops are on their way, but I think we should get out of the bathroom and lock it from the outside to make sure he stays where he is and can't escape anywhere, or hurt us anymore than he already has. Come on babe.”

              No problem grabbing hold with his strong arms around her waist, he moved them both quickly out in the hallway before turning around to slam the door shut.

              “He might not be out for long. I'm gonna grab some silver tape and wrap him up tightly so he can't move until the cops get here. Please go wait and hide in the kitchen while I get the tape from the garage, and under no circumstances walk back into the bathroom, okay?”

              Nodding erratically seemed to be the only palpable response. She quickly scurried into the darkest corner of the kitchen and sat down behind the chairs and the table. Feeling the walls as a security behind her back she waited.

              Sirens could be heard from down the street and right outside the house. The front door opened quickly revealing several police officers stepping into their living room. Andy met them in the open door way leading down hall, pointing to the bathroom a few feet away, trying to explain what had happened during the last hour. Then his eyes turned to the dark kitchen and found her in the corner.

              Excusing himself from the officers, who eyed his move into the dark nook of kitchen, he kneeled down and grabbed her in his arms. Just sitting there in the dark, saying nothing, doing nothing. Only hugging, sitting there, knee to knee on the floor.

              Eventually the light switch over the stove top turned on, and they were out of the shadows. Standing up, Andy put his arm around Danielle's lower back and together they walked out of the house and into a police car waiting outside to take them both to the police station for investigation. Once again.

Chapter 9

              Weeks had blown passed, covering everything from police interviews, lawyers, medical appointments, and a lot of healing. She was feeling better now, but hadn't really had time to think of anything but appointments and law enforcement regulations for the past months.

              A few days ago, while she was sitting on the couch trying to read a magazine, Andy had come up behind her and placed his large, warm hands smoothly on her shoulders. He let his thumbs rub every tense muscle he could find through her shirt. He eventually leaned down to her ear and whispered how much he missed her. It took her breath away, but she wasn't quite ready yet. Physically, she had healed well, but emotionally, she was tired and restless at the same time. Just feeling him rub her shoulders with his warm hands was enough at the time.

              He had accepted her refusal, and she was thankful for the favor, letting her get accustomed to his touch and sexual attraction. After what Brian had done to her, sexual intimacy wasn't high on her list of things to put focus on, but perhaps it was time to make her reacquainted with the thought of her husband wanting to touch and taste her body. She knew he would stop at any point if she said she wasn't ready. Maybe in a few days, letting this feeling of attraction grow inside her, she would be ready. Maybe it was time to get reacquainted.

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              Turning down the nightstand lights on a low dim, listening to the low music escaping from the speakers, she slowly sauntered over to the bedside where Andy was sitting in his faded blue jeans and black ac/dc t-shirt. Completely still like a statue, he watched her with a soft smile over his face.

It was a long time since they had been intimate like this. But the last few days of light touches had finally stirred up something warm inside her.

                As she reached him at the bedside, she inhaled deeply, nudged her legs against his bent knees and observed his flat hands starting to rub slowly up and down against his jeans covered thighs. He wasn't even touching her yet. Obviously holding himself back. He didn't want to rush her in this, and he wanted to let her lead them with her speed in the direction she wanted.

              She stared down into his eyes and slowly brought her hands up to the thin belt holding the black, short robe in place. Without breaking eye contact, she let her fingers loosen the fabric allowing it to slide smoothly open to each side of her body, leaving her naked from head to toe for his eyes only. And those eyes looked hungry. 

              He broke the sultry stare and let his eyes trace slowly down her body: from her face, over the smooth skin of her breasts, to linger a long time at the apex of her thighs. Eyes the color of dark midnight blue glanced back up at her. He had a hard time keeping the strong self control he'd practiced for months when he'd left her body to heal. No more. He couldn't resist her any longer.

              One of his hands left his thighs and moved up slowly in front of her body, just to touch down lightly, like a feather, moving from her collarbone, to spread open covering her ample breast. Trembling he closed his eyes, and let a heady breath go out his nose.              

              Her nipple instantly puckered into a hard pebble under his breezy touch, and as he let his index finger run softly on the sensitive skin underneath it, she could no longer hold in the air that had been stuck in her lungs for what felt like an eternity.

              “Is this okay?” He asked. His voice dark and husky. Asking for permission to move his hand all over her beautiful body. 

Her short answer came out of her mouth with the wind of her breath, letting a soft '
yes'
linger in the air of the room, as morning fog clings to grass and morning dew.

              Exhaling deeply he straightened his back and let his large hand guide her nipple into his mouth. Soft licks of his tongue circled her sensitive nipple making her body shiver of arousal in the dim light. 

              “Are you cold? Want to move under the sheets?”

Unable to answer him, she simply kept her eyes shut, shook her head, and arched her back towards his face pushing the perked nipple forward. It touched his lips once more and she didn't want to change a single thing at the moment. 

              “Please.” She whispered with her eyes closed. “Do that again.” 

His eyes fell shut, absorbing the sexual tension between them. His right hand slipped around her lower back, pulling her against him where he was sitting. His left hand stayed underneath her plump breast pushing it firmly into his mouth.               

              “Still okay?” Came out of his mouth on a single breath not giving up his tender tongue treatment of her skin. 

              “If you don't want to do this and want to wait I'm fine with that. There's still no rush.”  He kept asking, while letting the tip of his tongue move around her entire breast, tugging at her hard nipple once again, asking for permission to keep going further.