Through the Hole (4 page)

Feeling less than herself at this moment, and somewhat ashamed—not at her act, but at…well…it was complicated—she let out a sigh and climbed off the bed to change the sheets over. “Fuck, might as well salvage the night with a shower and a dust free bed.” She absently stated to no one in general.

Though now and again Mar found she was staring back at the hole with a raised brow, and a tingle rolling softly along her spine.

***

The following afternoon was a nightmare. Not only did Mar toss and turn in her sleep. She managed to get a 10am visitor at her door that demanded to know why Mar suddenly wasn’t answering her phone. Naturally, a conversation like that also led to why Marissa looked like an absolute mess at 10am. Marissa was usually a morning person despite her nightly debuts.

In the end she wound up telling Jessica everything, which led to the subsequent accusation that Jessica would happily settle for half of the winnings right now, and Mar could go back to peeping through holes again at her leisure.

“It
doesn’t
count Jessica!”

Always a mistake to be at ‘full disclosure’, but Jessica was the one girl Marissa felt she could trust completely. The day she started keeping secrets from her best friend—any kind of secret—that would all just come undone, her friendship. But that didn’t mean Mar wasn’t entitled to mistakes, or regrets, and right now she was feeling the full weight of playful judgment coming down on her.

“Finer points of cheating I’m sure.” Jess stated with a playful roll of her eyes, “I’m not
saying
you owe me money, or that the bet is off. You really need to just chill and roll with it.”

“With what?”

Jess scoffed, and slapped at her friend’s shoulder as she stood up from her chair and sauntered over towards the kitchen for another glass of juice. “Oh so now we’re playing stupid too? Girl…you just
said
he caught you dead-to-rights.”

“No I didn’t,” Mar shook her head furiously, looking over her shoulder. “I said he
might
have…but that doesn’t explain why he would keep going.”

“Maybe he likes you.”

Another scoff, “And maybe he was just writing it down so he can call the police, or report me to the management here, or maybe—OW!” Suddenly Mar was rubbing her head as her friend returned shortly after, slapping her across the head.

“Don’t insult me bitch, we’ve been friends for years. I know when you’re lying to me…you do this sexy little thing with your chin…” she pointed out, and giggled when Mar shied away from her fingertips, stroking softly along Mar’s cheek and making the girl squirm considerably.

“Stop, you know I don’t like being touched like that…” she added, her lips still caught in a slight smile. Jessica always knew how to make Marissa feel uncomfortable, and Mar didn’t like that her skin was so sensitive. A soft touch could have her giggling for minutes at a time if she wasn’t careful.

“Well a girl’s gotta have some fun,” Jess added as she sat back down. “If you’re so insistent on winning this bet then let’s just go out tonight. Let’s have some fun of our own and help that
growing
tension you apparently don’t even realize you have brewing around.”

Her jaw was working as if to say something, but ultimately, inevitably Mar shut it again and just gave a firm nod. “Alright. Alright, fine, we’ll go out tonight.”

“That’s my girl! Go and get something sexy to wear, I’ll see if I can round up more of the Wonder Twins to bring with us. Someone’s gotta be the designated driver after all…” she added with a wry grin.

It should have been a comforting prospect. Marissa was, after all, still a little flustered herself. But noon was rapidly approaching, especially after Mar spent the last two hours divulging in full detail, the story of last night’s ‘happenings’.

“Still early to go out drinking, I think,” Mar added, though it wouldn’t be the first time the clock struck twelve and they were already staggering out onto the streets.

“Then we’ll do some shopping along the way,”

Mar smirked, and vanished into her bedroom to get ready. If there was one thing that was more than awe-inspiring for a girl it was the prospect and proposition of shopping as an alternative to…well, just about anything!
‘My boyfriend dumped me’,
‘We should get new shoes.’
Or
‘I feel depressed,’
well that depression went right out the window when you had a matching scarf to go with that chilling midnight black dress…a proverbial kid in a candy shop, and all it took was a fist full of credit cards and two months of earnings which were doing nothing but collecting dust in a bank somewhere.

***

He took her into his arms, those perfect, muscular arms, and let her feel the every contour of her body nestled to his own.

Marissa gulped, and gasped for air as she lay in her bed. She had covered up the hole with a small mirror, and while she could hear the sleepless actions of something strenuous happening in the next apartment over there was no longer the incredibly loud, repetitive
WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP
echoing, over and over, as it had been the case of the previous night.
God
, she thought, as she slowly slid the brand-new vibrating dildo up into her vagina, otherwise alone with her thoughts;
how the fuck would I…ever…sleep…
it was hard to stay collected, to keep a steady line of thought with the large purple 'toy' deeply inserted…and set to its lowest setting, at this point.

Best impulse buy ever?

One thing at a time.

He held her, letting her revel in the strength of his limbs before he
threw
her down onto the bed; she landed with her arms and legs spread, as though in invitation, but at first all that he did was to look at her—look at her, appraising, with a secret little smile as though it were their own private, personal naughty game—like he was gauging her value, but only because he knew that his doing so excited her on a level that she had never been able to acknowledge before; nor
would
she, ever again. Not to anybody. Not even to herself. Only…to
him.
Only, ever, to him…

She turned the setting slightly up, and gasped…there were plenty left to go. Eight, in fact. And she was already trembling; down at the end of the bed her naked toes were curling, and she pulled her feet in slightly…enough so that they could plant themselves firmly on the surface of the bed, soles down, so that she could dig her toes into the sheets and
pull.
Knees bent up, legs wide apart…there was a fingertip on her clit. With thoughts of the sexy stranger next door in mind, deeply in mind, along with his wild lifestyle, it didn't matter to her who was touching her right then and there—it could even have been Kyle, the drunken slob. Except it wasn't—Kyle wasn't here to take her perfect moment and ruin it for her. It was her own touch, and
her
moment, anyone other than herself and her sexy neighbor be damned.

It felt like something private, something special, just between the two of them.

She hadn't seen her neighbor since the previous evening. She knew he had company, but they weren't being so loud—was it the obvious implication? Had he seen her, and been offended…or creeped out…or was it, as Jessica had so steamily implied, all a show that had been put on her, for
her
benefit in the first place? Well, Jess hadn't
exactly
said that…but wouldn't it have been
crazy
if it were true? She decided to just go with the thought…no, not even that it were true because, realistically, how could she know for certain? But the idea that Jess had suggested such a thing…knowingly…willfully, even that she might have had a hand in making it all come to pass.
Yes, that's right…Jess made this happen for me…to get that fucking pig out of my life…
Scratch one boyfriend. Marissa didn't care, not in the moment, not at all.

Three
…The third setting…it felt like the largest cock she had ever had inside of her. She was wet now, thinking about her neighbor…wet, and happy, and
eager
, and the “personal massage appliance” slid easily in and out of her, but slowly…just slowly, still teasing, and never quite all the way in, and nor certainly all the way out. She worked at herself, but didn't take things too quickly—she was enjoying the imaginary scene inside of her mind.

Soft, supple leather cuffs, comfortably lined with mink and ermine fur and shaped perfectly to her wrists…with the next pair just as perfectly matched to her ankles, as the man restrained her to her own bed, making absolutely sure beyond the shadow of a doubt that she wouldn't be going anywhere. He secured her in place like a piece of his property and then leaned in close…his nose not quite touching her skin but coming almost impossibly, even intimately close to the soft, smoothly shaven hollow of her left under-arm, and then slowly gliding down along her body, just above actual physical touch, his breath teasing her minutely as he inhaled her lustrous feminine scent. She trembled, and goosebumps rose along her sides, and her limbs—
and paralleled, ever so delightfully, in reality—
as he pulled away by an all but impossibly small amount to keep the teasing touch of his exhalation at the same level. He maintained the suspense, moment by moment, each second passing like an eternity as he worked his way, on all fours like some kind of predatory beast, down the length of her body.

Four…

Marissa began moaning in slow, undulating rhythm, matching the way her body moved, arching and flowing as if in waves—as though the man's hands were roaming over her smooth, supple curves, feeling the texture of her skin, feeling the way the warmth of her body responded to his touch as she imagined moving to wherever his hands might be…pressing to him; inviting him silently to take, to
have
, as the only sound which came from between her supple, pillow-soft lips was one long, slow, drawn-out moan after another. Marissa's daydreams were more sensual, more arousing, than anything she had ever directly experienced herself…and with the aid of her new “best friend,” things were only just getting started. She could feel it…imagining it all as a slow buildup to something spectacular, an Earth-shaking crescendo, and if the bed was still in one piece by the time all was said and done she was going to be terribly disappointed.

Five…and his hands were joined by his lips, as they gently worked their way along smooth, unblemished skin, drawing furrows ahead of their deceptively playful kisses as the ocean might rise and fall in the advance and wake of a passing ship. His teeth nibbled playfully at the softness of her skin, drawing slow, reluctant gasps of surprise, and ultimately giggles, as she was helpless and unable to defend against the playful teasing, so deceptive though it might be in anticipation of things to come. He would let that anticipation rise and build, her beautiful stranger; he would show her, moment by moment, what every last precious inch of her gorgeous body was capable of doing for her, and he would instruct her—teach her—as to a sense of her own beauty…not through empty words and thoughtless, habitual gestures, pre-planned and programmed into a schedule of anniversaries and special occasions, but in random moments, coupled with the lessons of the bedroom as to just what her body was capable of
feeling.

He would show her her own beauty by
making
her feel it, raising her to a level of fierce and glowing satisfaction that could not come from anything ugly. He would do for her what every woman longed for, but so few were ever so fortunately graced as to receive: he would make her feel beautiful without ever uttering the word. It would not be needed. It would not be wanted; to hear it would be to shatter the moment—better to make her body like the sea, and her nerves like a forest on fire, and her cries like the wind through the mountaintops. Stark, undeniable, ferocious.

Beautiful. Undeniably, perfectly, beautiful.

Mar turned the vibration setting up to six…and it struck her in
waves
, as she took the item in deeper, and let it touch her in a place that sent electricity like sparks racing along her legs, her spine, forcing her into a triumphal arch to celebrate a victory…
his
victory; at this level, it was all about him, and she was clay to be molded to suit his idea, to allow him to penetrate, to shape to his whim. Her beauty was his, and all the pleasure in the world, and she had only the ability to conform to whatever shape and proportion the waves of fiery, burning passion racing along her flesh permitted her as he would, most certainly, take her…slowly at first, but then faster…and harder…and
deeper
, escalating over time, constantly pushing her boundaries as she thought with each passing moment that she could take only as much as what she was getting, just then, and that only barely…and certainly no
more
…
No more…

Six was when the blindfold was put in place, black cloth stretched and pulled gently, smoothly over her eyes, but there would be no gag; her cries would fill the room, flow throughout it, raise goosebumps on his flesh as well as on her own; cries of fear, of pleasure, and impassioned
pain
as his hands struck with expert firmness on her arched and shapely ass, striking it…turning it slowly red, lighting it on fire as he thrust into her from the front, letting her feel every part of her body burning as he gripped either firm, athletically toned cheek with his fingers, then dug them in…nails, biting, and
squeezed…

Seven…and her perky, standing breasts, firm and round and tipped with hard, hot nipples, throbbing with pleasure, would feel the merciless sting of his crop, the firm leather tip slapping against her flesh in an expertly maintained beat, like the rhythm of some Spanish ballad as Marissa was forced to feel every moment of her forbidden lover's cock working its way inside of her…deep, and hard, and heavy, then out…over, and over, and over again, and each time she let a cry of pleasure escape her lips the crop would coax the added volume of a pleasant sting of pain from her throat, the two sensations mingling to create a beautiful, sensual duet of deeply felt love on a level that resonated with every individual cell of her being.