Deep in the Woods (13 page)

“Yes Sir. That sounds wonderful.” Her voice was quivery but lovely. My god, she was so sweet.

“We’ll talk about that later, baby. For now…” He drew the gag into her mouth and buckled the straps around the back. She stared back at him, her gaze a lovely amalgamation of shame, wonder and jittery excitement.

“It’s okay. It’s okay to like it,” he soothed her. “I want you to like it, Sophie. Because I like it very much.”

Sophie was so hot she thought she would burst into flames. The way he was speaking to her, the way he talked in such a coarse way about filling all her holes. And his comments about possibly sharing her with one of his friends. It made her quake with horniness. She knew he would take care of her no matter what, and the idea of being with two men at once was one of Sophie’s longtime fantasies. She had confessed a fascination with the idea soon after they met, but she never imagined the fantasy might become a reality. Her thoughts were scattered all over the place, but she snapped back to attention as he lifted the gag. She felt like his own sexual thing, his own toy, as he worked it gently between her teeth. It filled her mouth, depressing her tongue. She felt instantly, totally in submission to him. His hands on her waist soothed and yet aroused her. Barry hadn’t used gags, but Dave enjoyed them. And Sophie…Sophie liked the way they made her feel so powerless. The smallest pressure on the small of her back had her bending over the bed.

She heard the condom wrapper, felt the cold dab of lube deposited at the opening of her ass. She resisted the urge to tense, even though it always hurt at least a little when he took her anally due to his size. He pressed the head of his cock against her and slipped inside just a little.

She drew a deep breath around the barrier of the penetrative gag. The worst pain came in the initial probing of the thick crown. He stopped while she breathed in and out, giving her a moment to adjust before he surged ahead, and she was grateful for it. Then he fell forward, filling her, pinning her to the bed. The feel of him was nothing like the feel of the plug. When he was in her ass, it felt like his cock was the entire world, and she existed only to receive it.
Ohhhh…
His hands tightened on her hips. She moaned, a muffled sound from behind the gag.

“Yes, you’re my good girl, aren’t you? My good little girl. You love when I fill you up like this.”

She moaned louder. If not for the gag, she would have been falling over herself babbling,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
!

“I’m deep inside your ass, you horny little girl. I love how you feel, how tight you are. The way you accept me even when I’m way too big for you.”

His words curled through her brain on a straight path to the throbbing center between her legs. Her thighs tightened in arousal, clenched around his cock as it plowed in and out. He was already shaking behind her, nearing orgasm. He pulled her up so her back was against his front, turning her head toward him with the black strap of the gag.

“Sophie. Do you want to come?”

Her cry of assent was distorted by the dildo in her mouth but surely he got the picture from the way she thrust back against him.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

God, please touch me.
When he finally reached around her front to part her slick lips and slide his thumb over her clitoris, she almost howled from the pleasure of it. Hot pangs of wondrous sensation made her shiver and moan. Her uncontrolled, desperate noises made him chuckle softly in her ear.

“Don’t try to talk. Just let me touch you. Be still. Let me fuck you.”

Sophie stilled her jerky, erratic movements and let him take her. Slow, then fast, he surged into her ass and out again while his fingers stroked over her clit in a slow rhythm. Waves of sharp, erotic pain and pleasure swirled around, completely centered on the button between her legs. The double penetration, the skillful touch, the domination. Her teeth would have chattered from arousal if not for the gag. Then, like a bolt of lightning down her legs and up through her ass, she felt a contraction and then a release of hot, thrilling fire.

She moaned and let him hold her as her legs gave out. He held her tight and pumped into her as the orgasm shook her, joining her in her climax.

With a gasp, he fell forward, covering her, his fingers twisting into her hair. “Good god, Sophie. My god.” Sophie turned her head to him, needing his nearness. He licked along the strap of the gag, still holding her impaled on his thick tool. “I want to kiss you but I don’t want to leave you yet. I want you to stay filled a little longer. I belong inside you, don’t I? You aren’t complete without me filling you. We belong together always.”

As soon as he removed the gag, as soon as her mouth was her own again, she said, “Yes Sir, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Yes
, and
yes
, and
yes
again until his deep kisses silenced her fervent words.

Chapter Seven

It was nearly Christmastime and Atlanta was experiencing an unusual cold snap. Sophie was curled up on the sofa studying for exams, thinking that fleece blankets were the best thing ever invented. Although, who needed a blanket when you had a one-hundred-pound furry friend sprawled against the better part of your frame? She shifted, rearranging Cerby’s paw so it didn’t dig so badly into her rib cage. He looked up at her with a small snuffle.

“You silly mutt.” Sophie scratched him under his muzzle and then up around his ears. “I know you love me. You’re my own special boy, aren’t you?”

At those words he pressed even closer to her, shimmying up to cover her face in canine kisses. Sophie laughed. “Yes, yes, I love you too. You’re the number one man in my life. Well, number two, after your wonderful owner. I’m trying to decide who’s pushier about getting in my space, him or you.” Cerby sighed and dropped his head, burrowing his muzzle under her chin. “Mm-hm. I think it’s you.”

She rearranged him again and turned her attention back to her books. Dave was off for the day to one of the regional munches and some photography appointments afterward. At first Sophie felt pangs of jealousy to see him go off and photograph other kinky, beautiful—and available—women. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like he didn’t photograph her too. Since that first day she’d posed for him, he’d taken hundreds of photos of her, disappearing for hours into his darkroom to develop the prints. Some silly, some serious, some intimate. She had long since overcome her shyness about posing nude. He photographed her naked a lot, but those were only for him, he told her. He collected all his many photos of her in archival-quality storage boxes.
Archival
-quality. He had explained the term to her one afternoon in a voice heavy with gravity.
“Archival” means it will last a lifetime, Soph.

So over time, she relaxed about the fact that he photographed other women, just as she relaxed about worries of him pushing her too far. He was so careful with her, so attentive to her feelings and reactions in every situation. If only the nightmares would go away. But she wouldn’t think about that now, about the horrible dreams that always found her wandering, lost and confused, in the woods. And it was always the same stretch of woods, the same canopy of trees and dense bushes at the top of the hill on the trail she and Dave often hiked. Every time they went there she stood and tried to remember.
Why, why do I keep dreaming of this place?
Barry was never with her in her dreams. At least, she didn’t think he was, although there was some strange evil that seemed to hover in the air, smothering her with confusion and sadness. Even when she woke, the feeling lingered, a foggy sensation of mourning and an evil she couldn’t describe, even though she’d tried to explain it to Dave on many occasions. She had even gone on her own, with Cerby to keep her company, to the quiet clearing at the top of the path. She had a feeling the area was connected to her ongoing nightmares, and that if she could just figure out the reason, they would go away and she wouldn’t have to wake up every few nights sobbing and gasping for breath.

Well, it was frustrating but nothing she was going to solve in the moment. She returned her mind to studying her biology text and was just getting wrapped up in cell structures when the phone rang. Expecting it was Dave checking in, she picked up the receiver from the side table. “Hello?”

“Sophie?”

His voice registered like a blow. Just as she was about to hang up, his words arrested her.

“Please don’t hang up.”

Her pulse sounded loud in her ears. She knew she should hang up on him. The very fact that he was calling her at Dave’s number unnerved her. But part of her wanted to show him that he hadn’t broken her after all.

“Why are you calling here? I’m with someone else now.”

“I know. Sophie—”

“And I’m very happy. I don’t really have anything to say except that I’ve been in therapy for over a year now and I still have nightmares.”

“Sophie, I’m calling to apologize. Please let me speak.”

She looked over at Cerby, sitting up alert at her troubled expression. She stroked his head to calm him.

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you, Sophie,” Barry said. “But you have to realize that I didn’t understand how unhappy you were. You never tried to leave, you never told me to stop anything I did to you—”

“Because you ignored me when I did.”

“But you seemed happy with that arrangement.”

“Well, I wasn’t. I wasn’t happy.”

“I just wish you had told me. I would have changed if you’d spoken up. I would have done things differently to keep you. Sophie, I miss you.”

His voice was the same calm, smooth voice she remembered, the voice that hid so much callous depravity beneath its soothing lilt.

“I don’t believe anything you’re telling me. Not for a second.” It felt good to finally mouth off to him without fear of reprisal. No more time in the cage. Ever. “I have to go. I have important things to do. Please don’t call here again, Dave won’t like it.”

“Dave.” The first tones of cruelty crept into his voice. “Does he really make you happy?”

“He makes me ten times happier than you ever did. A hundred times happier. A million!”

“Still prone to exaggeration, I see.”

“You’re an asshole, Barry. You always were. I’m so glad I see it now. And now I know what a real man is like. A real Dom, not an abuser.”

“Abuser. Nice. Who told you that? Your fabulous new boyfriend-fake-Dom? I really cared about you, Sophie—”

“Good god, please!”

“I did. We had a once-in-a-lifetime connection, a special bond.”

“That’s just another way of saying you haven’t been able to find another girl who will let you beat her up as bad as I did.”

“Honey—”

“Look, I have to go. I have to study. I wish I could say it was nice chatting with you. You’re just lucky my dad is paying the therapy bills and not you. Have a great fucking day.”

She hung up the phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart.
He can’t hurt you. Not anymore.
She began studying again and retained her stubborn nonchalance about the conversation until she and Dave sat down for dinner. He was telling her about the topics at the munch and about the scenes he’d photographed afterward between a Master and his three female slaves. Sophie tried to listen because it was quite an arousing story, but she kept looking at Dave and thinking about how much she appreciated him, how thankful she was to be with him now. In the middle of his story, she stood up and crawled into his lap.

“Sophie?” Dave brushed back her hair. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I just missed you. I love you so much.”

But he knew her better than that. He tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “What happened? Are you having problems getting ready for your exams? How did your studying go? You didn’t goof around all day, did you? Because if so I might have to—”

“Barry called here today.”

She saw the flare of alarm in his eyes turn to anger and then concern.

“How did he know to find you here?”

“Everyone in the local scene knows we’re together now.”

“So he’s still in Atlanta? Give me the phone.” Sophie went to grab the receiver, then returned and let him pull her back into his lap. Dave clicked to the caller ID display to find Barry’s name and number. “What did he say? Tell me the whole conversation.”

Sophie related as much of it as she could remember, emphasizing the part where she’d told him to fuck off at the end. Dave messed with some more buttons on the phone.

“Okay, I’ve blocked him from calling here again. But listen, if he ever contacts you—here or anywhere—I want you to call me immediately.” He kissed her forehead, then both her eyes before clasping her to his chest. “You worried about this all evening, didn’t you?”

“I just can’t believe he called here. It was horrible to hear his voice after all this time.”

“He’s never going to be part of your life again. You know that.” Sophie nodded, soothed by the deep rumble of his voice against her ear. “And even if you ran into him, you’re not his anymore. You owe him nothing, not even acknowledgement. And we’ve been working on the self-defense training. So you can defend yourself from him if need be.”

“Yes, I know.”