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“BROCK!!! Now… I need it now. Before you kill me. Please! I’m begging you. Please.”

He looked at me then bent his head and went at me. His tongue swirled around me, in me, vibrated on me, then suddenly he pushed in two fingers working them fast. I was so close. He was using his free hand to hold my hips down. My hands were tangled in his hair, making sure he finished what he started. When his fingers pushed in again, and his tongue and teeth nipped my clit, I came, screaming. I should have been embarrassed, but Brock and his magic mouth made sure I cared about nothing.

Grabbing his hair, I pulled him up to kiss him, still sticky and wet with me, liking the way I tasted on him. I grabbed his pants to return the favor and he stopped my hand. I knew what he was thinking, that we wouldn’t stop. “Brock, baby, please let me. I want you. I want to give you the pleasure you just gave me,” I implored him.

With a pained look on his face he moved back from me and told me to get dressed. “Babe- I get undressed, we are doing so much more. So we need to move to the bed okay?” He reached for my hand and placed it on his hard cock. 

“I’m so hard for you, want you so badly. But I want to take you in a bed, not in a field were mosquitos can eat us alive while we fuck. I don’t want an itchy ass.” He finished with a laugh.

“Oh, so it would have been ok for me to have mosquito bites on my ass though?” I added with a goofy smile as I shimmied my pants up. We quickly bundled up the lunch and blankets then threw them in the truck bed. Brock said he would take care of them and any mosquito bites appropriately later. We made our way to the bedroom where Brock caught me as I entered and threw me on the bed. He followed me down and handed me a condom. I shook my head and moved to push his pants off.

When I had him completely undressed and me still fully dressed I discovered a new sense of power. And I liked it. I pushed him flat on his back and he stacked his hands under his head to watch me. Just like last time, I played with him like a lollypop, only now, since I knew what made him blow, and he had been so harsh on withholding my own orgasm, I steered clear of his taint.  I sucked him to the root and licked him up and down, taking my time on each ball, generally making a huge mess, but a fun one when he began to yell that if I didn’t let him come soon I would pay. Someday I was gonna figure out what this so-called payment was. Finally, I went lower and licked his taint while using my hands on his cock, stimulating them both at once. He arched his back and blew into my hands. Rope after rope of thick, white come coated my hands and his belly. He shook for a while as he came back down, legs quivering with the aftershocks of such an explosive orgasm.

When he opened his eyes, I was sitting astride him, licking him off my fingers like one would lick icing from an amazing cupcake. “You taste amazing to me baby.” I told him.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me in, tasting himself and me at the same time saying, “We taste amazing together baby.”

We kissed some more until we were both frenzied to go again. This time I accepted the condom and gently rolled it over his ever erect cock. Squeezing it as I positioned him, made him groan loudly. I sat up and placed him at my entrance and lowered down onto him. This time we both moaned. The feel of my nipples brushing against his was incredible.

While I struggled to find a rhythm that would take us both over the edge, he grabbed my hips and found it for me. He knew. Even with me on top, in the control position, he could find the right rhythm. I let him. Soon we were rocking fast, the feeling building up. When I started to see stars, Brock flipped us over and began to pump at a brutal pace. That did it. I shattered again, seeing stars and leaving my body. I’m pretty sure I heard him come with me. When I came down I realized we were laying together, holding each other, and trying to get our breath back, “So good Brock. How is it always so good?”

Brock lifted his head, “Babe, if you can’t feel why, I’m not gonna tell you. But you better clue in soon doll.”

Huh? Not understanding him, I moved on. As I looked around, I realized it was getting darker and I still owed him a fantastic dinner that we would most likely need to find a local shop for first. A glance at the clock next to the bed told me that we didn’t even have time to rinse off.  This would be entertaining. Now, not only would I smell like him from his shirt, but I would really,
really
, smell like him and him of me. For some odd reason, that was more comforting than disturbing or embarrassing to me. Like, I was marking my territory in a way. Whatever, we had shopping to do and I had a kickass meal to serve.

Chapter Eight

Brock

T
his woman was going to be the end of me. She was it for me; all that I was, was hers already and she didn’t even know it because if I told her too soon, that mask that I was slowly working off, would slam back down and I would lose her. I would lose her if she learned the truth about me. When she was talking about her life and the reasons why she cut, she triggered a memory in me. A terrible one. One that would ruin us so much that we could never be put back together. So I held it in and held her hand, whispered soft words, caressed her face often. I’m sure the people in the mom and pop store were either waiting for us to give in and fully make out or get kicked out.

But my doll, she was content to just receive the touches I was giving, so I gave. Little kisses on her neck and ears. Caresses on her face showing her just how precious she was to me and being as gentle as I could, so as not to startle her into freaking out over what I knew she was feeling but was ignoring madly.

When we finished shopping for our glorious meal we headed back to the cabin. She looked at me and smiled, “I had fun shopping with you, I wasn’t expecting that.” She headed to the small kitchen and began unloading her supplies. As she went she checked what utilities were available as well. “I’m gonna have to make do without a few things but I think this is going to work just fine, be prepared to be amazed!”  She giggled. My minx. She knew what was up. She was mine. I had claimed her. Tomorrow, I would do so more publicly, but tonight, this dinner was just us and I was looking forward to that.

*****

While she was busy cooking, after kicking me out for interfering with my kisses and making her burn multiple things, I went to the very small, very simple gym that this rental cabin had. I hadn’t really used a gym since I started dating Teagan. Before her I was adamant about going every day and working out. I did weights and ran, but more importantly I boxed. I still used that to get my anger out. And right now I was angry at myself. Somehow Teagan was going to find out the truth and leave me, I knew it. I had fallen in love with her and she was going to hate me and leave me. And the worst part of it all, was that I deserved it. It was all my fault. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. I wanted this, whatever it was, for as long as I could have it. I am a greedy, greedy man.

With my anger sitting at the forefront of my mind, I turned to the old bag that used to hang outside, but was now hanging from a beam in the ceiling, and began boxing. My body ached after only a short time, having been a few weeks now since I had done this, but soon it remembered the moves and I was well involved when I noticed a shadow in the corner. It was Teagan, just standing quietly and watching.

“You are so amazingly built Brock. So fluid. So intense. I could watch you do that for hours. But, now I can’t because you smell and dinner is ready.”

With that she ran around the corner to the kitchen because she thought I was going to grab her up in my arms and kiss her and make her smell too. I didn’t. I quickly rinsed off and grabbed some loose pants for dinner and sat down with her for her amazing dish.

*****

Damn. The woman wasn’t kidding; she could cook her ass out of any problem we got into. “Baby, you keep cooking like this you will have to find me more often in the gym.” 

She smiled, “That’s like a major win/win for me, you know that right?”

She smiled then looked pointedly at my track pants that did nothing to contain the excitement that I was feeling just being around her and hearing her laugh. I put my food aside all of a sudden hungry for something else completely.

I wasn’t a dominant, per se. What I was, was in control. I was captain of every sport I did, including the football team in high school. Even in college, before things went south, I had been made the leader of the fraternity I was in. Then, things only got more intense. In jail, I either had to prove who was in charge at all times or play bitch and I was no ones’ bitch. Ever. So, that nice little learning experience made me exactly what I was, a control freak. How much I let Teagan make decisions or control situations should tell just how much I really was feeling, but the need to control her completely was still there. It was like lightning, zinging under my skin at all times. Every time I touched her I felt a zap and I had to tamp back the urge to show her who was in charge because I knew life had given her even less control than me.

I had been able to take control, she hadn’t and still had not made nice with that fact yet. So, tonight I was going to take what control she did have and slowly, gently, teach her how to take her own back. I stalked slowly over to her and lifted her gently onto my hips, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Shhh…I know. We can eat more later. It will keep.” I told her, immediately taking that fear of lost dinner control away.

I carried her to the room where I laid her gently on the bed and began to undress her. Holding her hands together and down on the mattress above her head, I undressed her completely and she was, as always, immaculate. She was all creamy skin and blush with curves and dips where a woman should have them. Don’t get me wrong, there is no wrong kind of woman. There is just the right kind of woman for the right kind of man and she was mine.

I sat back and admired her, while her blush spread and then reached for a blue scarf that I had packed in my bag, thinking it could come in useful. A friend’s girlfriend had once left it at my house and I had since repurposed it. Well…repurposed it as of now. Until now, its purpose had only served in my head.

I leaned over her, me still dressed in my track pants, her naked, and tied the scarf around her eyes. She didn’t make a sound. Either she trusted me completely already, which I doubt was the case, knowing her struggles with her own mask. Or she was too scared to talk. But she wasn’t trembling or behaving with fear, so that left me with option 3, she was curious. Curious I could work with. Curious was good.

I finished tying her eyes closed and moved her to the center of the bed where I left her for a moment. I could tell she felt the time last longer than usual by the fidgeting she was making and the movement of the pulse in her neck beginning to go crazy fast. I needed to assure her and calm her down. I grabbed my stuff from the bag on the floor and leaned over her.

“Hey.”

She flinched.

“Hey, it’s me. Just me. I’m here. I never left, I was just getting some stuff I think you will like okay?” She nodded, still wary. That would not do for this situation.

“You know me; feel me here, feel my heart,” I placed her small hands in mine and put them on my heart so she could feel how fast my heart was going too. “This is new, but it’s also not. You have always given me control, I just never asked or made it so apparent and you’ve never had it so ‘in your face’, but this is the same us, okay? I am not, will not, and will never hurt you. You are precious to me. That’s the only reason why you get to see this side of me too. Trust with power goes both ways. See…you think because I took your sight, and will be taking other…things…”  She shivered. Good, this meant I was getting her back.

“You think because of that, you are weak. That I am taking everything from you. But in reality babe, you have all the power. One word, one special word, stops the whole thing. Now…it can’t be ‘stop’ because what if, say, you are orgasming so hard you yell
stop
; do you really mean it?” Teagan shook her head no.

“I didn’t think so. So, a word that gives you power. Your power word babe. You name it and I listen. You have all the power here. Take your power back.”

I see in Teagan that she needs to be able to give up some control sometimes. It can help with healing. All the playing, the pain and pleasure, the torture and release, is done only with the submissive’s consent. There is no ‘woman shaming’ or ‘women’s rights violations’ here. If anything, it’s the opposite. See, I love control so I found a way to get it, but she- she has the only way to take it from me. She holds all the cards, at all times.

I look over at her face, thinking, and she blurts out “General”.

What the actual fuck kind of a safe word is General? I have to know so I ask, “Babe, why General?” I don’t want her to be calling on another man’s name for safety when we’re playing, it would not do at all.

She smiled around the handmade mask I had tied around her head, not bothered by it at all anymore and answered “You know, General Lee, the car. I figured General Lee was too long for the moment and I figured Lee was a bit week and maybe you wouldn’t hear it and stop. So I went with General. It’s strong and can get through to you. Besides, it’s the only car I can think of that’s a man and still hot.” She smirked. Even blindfolded she was teasing me, keeping that mask securely in place by using her humor as a shield. I was going to remedy some of that tonight.

“So, General it is. You say General, we stop, got it. But just for right now, we are not in a scene; I am not a dominant and you are not my submissive. This is just for you- so you can feel the power you have during sex even when you think the power is taken from you. But if you like it, I am definitely up for more another day. I would love to scene with you.”

A shiver goes through her and I think that the main thing I need to do to get through her mask is to give her power – and to do that I have to take it first.

With her eyes covered, I grab another longer red rope from my bag and lift her arms above her head and tie them together in the middle of the headboard. Her breathing is still even. I murmur to her the entire time, telling her how beautiful she is and how amazing she is to me. I grab my last set of ropes and spread her legs, tying each ankle to a post, spreading her legs wide for me. Once she is tied up and immobile, I take a moment to stand back to enjoy my work. She looks beautiful.

I had a few more items I wanted to use but needed to leave the room to get them. I bent over her, careful to keep my body completely off hers, not giving any pressure to relieve her ache yet, and licked her lips. Then I stood and quietly left the room for the kitchen.

I looked around for a moment in the bags of stuff we had grabbed earlier at the store and found some white wine. That would be perfect for teaching her control. I also grabbed a small bowl of ice cubes before heading back to the room.

Upon entering the room, I could see Teagan was nervous. Her breathing was harsh and fast. I set my supplies down and went to ease her. Crawling up between her spread legs, I blew forcefully on her wet cunt. Her hips snapped up as far as her restrained body would let it and she yelped.

“Brock!!”

I smiled. It was time to learn a lesson on control.

Teagan

I don’t know how long Brock was gone, but time moves differently apparently, when sight is taken away. He could have been gone for a minute or an hour for all I know. Then he returned and that blow on my clit nearly caused me to spontaneously orgasm. I was going to like this, I think.

He stayed there, unmoving, looking at my pussy.   I could feel my face heating and knew without looking that I was blushing. I couldn’t close my legs and hide. I had to stay open for his inspection. He blew again. Fuck. How is that simple air is making me so close to coming? I was panting already and he hadn’t laid a finger on me.

I felt the bed shift and his weight left me. What was he doing? I turned my head to see, out of habit, forgetting that I couldn’t. I heard something clink and then I heard a small pop. The bed shifted again as he sat between my open legs.

Something cold and hard, smooth and heavy, ran up from my clit to my pelvic bone. He stopped it there.

“Don’t move. If you move, you will get the entire bed wet and I will make you sleep in the wet spot, got it?” His voice was low, and growly. It made me quake. Shit this was going to be one intense orgasm when I eventually got it.

He was still leaning over me when I felt a cool liquid pool in my bellybutton. He groaned and leaned over me, sucking it all out. Sticking his tongue in and tasting me with whatever it was he just drank.

“Best. Drink. Ever. Again.” He said

More cool liquid was poured and drunk, with me trying my best to not writhe in ecstasy on the bed. Who knew the bellybutton could be so erotic? Finally, he poured again and left it alone, moving down to my pussy.

I heard the crackling sound again and then felt his warm mouth cover my entire pussy. He licked and sucked, teasing me with small fast flicks to my clit and deep, strong stabs of his tongue. I was trying so hard to not move, but I could feel little drips of fluid running over my sides to the bed. My breathing was harsh, panting, and my body was a quivering mess. He was torturing me, keeping me right on the edge but not pushing me over.

He stopped suddenly and moved up over me again. I could feel the fabric of his track pants rubbing on my legs, my groin. The normally soft cotton felt scratchy and rough, my senses were so heightened. I was on fire.

I felt something cold and wet circle my nipple while he took the other into his warm wet mouth. Such opposites. One nipple being tortured with the cold, the other with the heat of his perfect mouth. Around and around the cold went, until I knew my nipple was as hard as the ice was itself. He left my other nipple with an audible
pop
and switched.

Fuck.
The ice on my hot nipple stung. Little sharp shards of pain shot through my breast. It was an anomaly. My body didn’t know what to think. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? At the same time he took my frozen nipple in his mouth giving it the same treatment he had given its twin. Needles. As the feeling came back to that nipple, it was needles. Pain and Pleasure intertwined.

I was grinding my back against the bed, undulating under his masterful playing of my body. I knew the liquid in my bellybutton was long gone but I no longer cared. I no longer cared about anything but this moment. I was floating away, in a cloud of immense pain and pleasure, a place so amazing nothing could get to me. I was free.

With a moan, Brock popped off my breast and leaned up to kiss me, vigorously. It was a gnashing of teeth, nothing pretty. A claiming. A bonding of two broken souls being healed. I could taste it now, he had been using the wine I bought for dinner. Wine, and Brock, and pleasure. This was divine.