Abuse: The Complete Trilogy (89 page)

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”

― Hunter S. Thompson

~~~

Grant
Wilkinson

I stare in blank
astonishment at Renata.

Spank her
then take her in the ass?

Well. This makes
a change as a birthday surprise. What a present. I’ve never had a girlfriend or
fiancée before, but this sure beats giving chocolates or jewelry.

“This is
your
night, darlin’,” I manage to say hoarsely. “Whatever you want, I’m going to
give it to you.”

“Woo hoo!” she
says, then she spins on her heel, rummages through a dresser drawer and brings
out lube and a beaded glass butt plug. With a wide grin and raised eyebrows,
she laughs joyously as she hands them to me.

“
This
is
what I want.” A provocative smile plays mischievously at the corner of her lips.
“You’ll figure it out pretty quickly, I think.”

Mute, I stare at
the cool objects in my hand and don’t reply.
Fucking hell.
I know
exactly
what I’d like to do with all of these things. I blink a few times, swallow hard
and shake my head briefly to clear it. I have to remind myself to breathe.

Is this
her
birthday present, or
mine?

“I’ll be in the
bathroom,” she says, not waiting for a reply. “By the time I finish, I swear to
God, you’ll be able to eat off of my ass—both inside and out. I’ll be so damn
clean, I might just squeak.” These are her parting words as she laughs at the
look on my face.

God, she’s
too much!

If this is what
I get for her birthday, I can’t wait for Christmas! But her comments are too
close to my dirtiest fantasy of all—the one I’ve
never
talked about, to
anyone.
Does she know?

Monster!
Pervert!

These old
thoughts echo in my mind, but they don’t have as much force as they used to.

Slowly, I take
my clothes off, while vividly imagining what she’s doing in there. I hear her
snickering as she turns the shower on. Enema, she’d told me when we discussed
this previously.

Sweet Jesus, I
may go to hell later, but tonight I’m on a nasty plane, with a first class
ticket straight to heaven.

I walk to the
guest bathroom, wash my hands and face, then brush my teeth. This is
her
night, but I rinse my cock, just in case. I used soap once, but Renata
objected.
‘Grant, I love the way you taste and smell.’
That’s what she
told me.

I shut my eyes
as my breath catches. Logically, I shouldn't be surprised; the feeling is
mutual.

How did I get
so lucky?

Her advice about
the risk of cross infection echoes in my mind like a Hare Krishna chant.
‘Left hand anus, right hand pussy.’

Jesus, am I
finally going to do this?

This time I look
forward to spanking and playing with her beautiful ass.
That
I can do.
First, because she asked for it. Second, because I like how red and warm her
skin becomes; third, because I don’t plan to hit her very hard. But most of
all, I think she’s beginning to like it.

I like what she
likes.
A lot.

I understand
part of the reason a spanking can be so sexual. All that blood brought to the
surface, swelling and circulating around her pelvic area must be highly stimulating.
Not to mention endorphin and adrenaline responses.

This
spanking is going to be
major
foreplay.

I’ll never
forget her
huge
orgasm from the last time I paddled her bottom. I've
relived that happy moment over and over in my mind.

Tonight, I’ll
let her climax as many times as she can, whenever she’s able. It’s a happy
birthday thing.

And as for this butt
plug? I regard the firm, weighty object in my left hand. It’s tapered for easy
insertion.
Shit.
I shut my eyes and grab my swollen cock, more aroused
than I’ve ever been in my life.

I’ve fucked her
a million times with my mouth, fingers, tongue, cock and various dildos and
vibrators. I love watching her responses. I adore the sounds she makes, the
muscular contractions of her pussy during orgasm, and how her clit hardens,
reddens and pulses.

That
never
gets
old.

But I’ve never
fucked her ass.

I stare at the
butt plug. What will it look like as I push it in and out of her? It's clear
glass, so I'll be able to see her asshole stretched wide open. The entire time
I use that plug, I’ll be imagining it’s my cock thrusting into her, ramming in
and out of her tight puckered ring.

I gasp, suddenly
realizing how different using the plug will be. Her tight little hole will open
and shut, closing firmly round every rounded section of the plug as I shove it
in and out of her.

Damn, what a
sight.

I stare down at
my aching erection. I’m hard as tempered steel. Aroused, nervous, and in a
fever pitch of excitement, I feel like a stag in rutting heat.

How am I going
to manage to control myself? Tonight, some of my darkest fantasies will come
true, maybe even all of them—I’ll have to wait and see. I could come just
thinking about it.

Shit, I
should have jerked off while I had the chance.

“Hey.”

Comfortable in
her nakedness, Renata strolls gracefully out of the bathroom. My stomach
muscles tighten with anticipation. Her skin is flushed from the shower, her
long blonde hair in a braid down her back.

Huh. That’s
new.

“A braid?” I
ask.

Her lips quirk
into a broad grin. “I want to be able to see everything in the mirror, too.”

“Ah.” I inhale
deeply, she smells divine. Her eyes fall down to my rigid erection and she
chuckles. Right now it looks more like the mast of a sailing ship than a dick.

“Oh, my,” she
says with a snicker. “We can’t have that. C’mere.”

I drop the plug
and lube on the bed. Pulling me to the front of the mirror, we stand side on,
maybe two feet away from it. Then she drops to her knees. My hunger for her
burns
as I see her there before me—her perfect figure, breasts, nipples and mouth—not
to mention her beautiful ass.

My pulse quickens,
I’m already breathing fast.

At the sight of
her naked and on her knees before me, her mouth so close to my dick, I drip
pre-cum. Grabbing the base of my cock, I squeeze it, heading off an orgasm.
Stroking it up and down, I attempt to ease my urgency.

“Mmm,” she says,
licking her lips as she eyes my hard-on.

I’m nearly
paralyzed with lust. It’s an incredible concept, the idea of watching in the
mirror as I shove myself between her wet, willing lips. I’ll have to be
careful. Almost anything could set me off after thinking about her sweet ass
and what I’ll be doing with it tonight.

“You look
amazing,” she says, licking her lips. She peers up past my cock, looking me in
the face. “This way you can watch as you fuck my mouth. How sexy will that be?”

“Hell, yes,” I
say, my voice gravelly with need.

“For my first
birthday wish, I want to suck you off.”

“Oh, darlin’, if
you say so.”

Has any man
ever had the good fortune to find a woman like Renata?

She bends toward
my dick, intending to take it between her lips, but I hold her back with both
hands, cradling her face and chin.

Her gaze locks
to mine—her pupils flare, dark with need. It gives me a warm, possessive joy to
know how badly she craves my cock.

My eyes narrow.
“Birthday or not, unless you say otherwise, we still do this my way.”

Her eyes flicker
with amusement. “Of course, Mr. Bossy Boots. How could I forget?”

My mouth curves
into a smile. I should laugh at her teasing humor, but I don’t.

I can’t.

I need to be
inside of her.
Right now.

“Lick your lips,
get them wet and ready for me,” I say huskily, instantly falling into my
natural commanding ways. “Then open your mouth—not too wide. I want to feel that
slick mouth of yours rubbing against my cock as I shove inside.”

“Oh, God,
Grant—the things you say!” Her words are a wanton cry of pure need.

I stand over
her, my dick directly in front on her face. Thoroughly moistening her lips with
her tongue, her eyes fixate on my cock. Eager and awed, her face glows. She’s
transported simply by being near the focus of her longing.

My cock is what
she craves.

Situations like
this are what I delight in. Seeing her need for me makes me feel desired, powerful
and in control—yet also much more. It took me a while to figure out, but for
some unknown reason, her sexual submission makes me feel
loved.

“Look at me.” I’m
a live wire of anticipation, yet my voice remains deceptively calm. My fingers
cup her chin, I hold her jaw firmly in my palm. Mouth parted, her gaze lifts.

I have what
she wants. Will I give it to her?

Blue eyes
captured and held by mine, I gently stroke her wet lips with my thumb. When I
do, Renata exhales in a soft moan, her breath fanning over my hand. Encouraged
by her display of raw need, I push my thumb into her mouth.

“Mmm.” Her whole
body shudders as she sucks and licks my thumb greedily.

My poor darlin’
girl is starving.

Hungry for my cock.

There’s nothing
I’d rather do right now than feed her.

“To me, bossy is not a pejorative term at all. It means somebody's
passionate and engaged and ambitious and doesn't mind leading.”

― Amy Poehler

~~~

Grant
Wilkinson

“Do you want my
cock?” I ask, with a knowing smirk.

“God, yes,” she
breathes fervently.

Her nipples
stand out, hard and erect. I casually reach down, fondling both of her perfect
breasts, coaxing soft sounds of pleasure from her. Her eyes are heavy lidded
with bliss. They widen and she gasps when I give a punishing twist and pull on
both of her sensitive nubs.

I know what she
likes.

Kneeling before
her, I draw each nipple into my mouth, one at a time. I nip them with my teeth
in sharp little bites, then soothe her with my tongue. After ten minutes of
this treatment, she’s so turned on she can’t keep still.

With the fingers
of one hand, I trace between her feminine folds. She’s wet and swollen, so I
slip two fingers inside her moist heat.

“Oh, oh,” Renata
writhes, surging and arching toward me in a frenzy of ecstasy. Her nails rake
over my back in a storm of sensual torment.

I wanted a taste
of her silky breasts, but I also wanted to make sure she was ready for me. She’s
ready all right—hot as a pistol after firing twenty rounds.

I straighten and
stand back up. Hand on my cock, I stroke myself, once more trying to assuage my
aching need. I smile when I see her fascinated gaze fixed on my erection.

“Keep your eyes
on the mirror,” I growl. “Not on my dick, and not on me.”

Licking her
lips, her gaze immediately locks on my reflection.

“Good girl. I’m
going to look at us in the mirror too. We’re going to watch as I feed you my
cock. We’ll both see it slowly disappear, as far as you can take it, right down
your throat.”

“Yes, yes,” she
moans.

She’s so damned responsive!
Christ, it’s such a turn on. Her creamy skin is flushed. Her body trembles,
while her chest rises and falls rapidly. Renata’s already lost to sensation.

When I talk
dirty or order her around during sex she becomes mightily aroused. Telling her
what I want, what I
need
makes her horny as hell. The primal thrill of knowing
how turned on she is further ignites my own lust. We burn from each other’s
passion, both hot as the fires of hell.

Her hand moves
down to stroke her clit, which is more than fine by me.

“Yes, play with
yourself, sweetheart. Fuck that looks hot. Spread your legs further apart so I
can see you better.”

When she
promptly obeys, I groan at the sight. My dick pulses when I view her ripe, beckoning
sex.

“Wider,” I
demand.

Compliantly, she
spreads her legs apart until I see every single inch of her. The whole area
glistens, her arousal is dripping down her thighs! She’s more than ready to be
fucked.

I suck in a deep
breath. “Very nice.”

God, she has
soft, sweet thighs and a swollen, hairless mound. Just like my cock,
everything
between her legs is red from being so engorged with blood. Her labia is puffy,
her clit thick and distended.

“Yes,” I
whisper, awed. “You have such a beautiful cunt.”

This makes her
snort with a burst of laughter. Maybe cunt and beautiful don’t go together in
her world, but I’m damned sure they do in mine.

“What?” I ask.

Her eyes dance,
but she just shakes her head.

“Your cunt
is
beautiful. It’s so gorgeous, I want to bury my cock deep inside it. I want to pound
your cunt so damn hard, you’re gonna lose your voice from screaming so loud.”

This sobers her
instantly. Nasty pillow talk always sets her alight. Her eyes glaze over; she
stops moving her hand.

“Hey, don’t stop,”
I say. “Get busy, darlin’, play with that pretty pussy. I want to watch you get
off while my cock is in your mouth.”

As if coming
back to herself, she once more begins to stroke and tease between her legs.

“That’s right.
Shit, that looks fantastic. If you can come while sucking me off, you have my
permission to do so. Now tell me, what do you want, birthday girl?”

“Fuck my mouth,
fuck it hard and fast!” she says breathlessly, her face ravaged by lust. “Give
me your cum. I want to swallow it all!”

Wow.

I always know
when Renata’s on the edge. That’s when she talks dirty.

“You horny
little thing! You’re empty, just aching for cock. You’d let me do anything I
want, wouldn’t you? As long as I fuck your mouth, your greedy little cunt, or
your tight, hot ass.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Well, tonight
you’re gonna get your wish.”

My hand on her
nape, I draw her toward me. Renata gives a strangled moan when I rub my dick
back and forth along her wet lips. When she opens her mouth and shifts forward,
trying to take me inside, I pull back out of reach.

“Grant,” she
gasps, whimpering in displeasure. Apparently she heartbroken from the loss of
my stiff shaft.

God, I
love
it
when she’s desperate—desperate
for me.

“Be still,” I
growl. “Hands down. Face me and keep your eyes on the mirror. Don’t move
at
all.
Part those wet lips just a little. I want to see my cock stretch them wide
as I thrust in and out of your mouth.”

“Oh, fuck,” she
murmurs, trembling with desire.

“
Fuck
is
right, darlin’. I’m going to fuck every single hole you have tonight,” I growl.
My voice is low and dangerous, raw with need. “When I finish, we’ll have a
bath, and then we’ll start all over again.”

Licking her lips,
her mouth barely open, she makes an inarticulate sound from deep in her throat
at this promise. She shifts and settles, trying not to move.

I wait, drunk
with her compliance, not to mention the sight and the scent of her warm,
aroused body. I reward her once more, rubbing the head of my dick along her cheek
and her soft, wet lips. She makes a wild sound of need, but doesn’t move.

“Now you’re
ready, still as a statue,” I murmur, tense with arousal. “Get ready to take it
deep.” With that, I slowly shove my cock into the heated depths of her mouth.

Entranced, we
both stare at the mirror, watching almost every inch of me slide inside. This
is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her lips stretch, her throat swallows as
her mouth fills completely,
with me.

My cock feels as
though it’s come home.

Renata’s eyes
fall shut as she hums with pleasure.

“Good girl,
there you go,” I say gruffly, stroking her head, her jaw and chin, soothing her
frantic need. Taking me inside of her mouth seems to pacify her urgency, as
least for the moment.

This is what she
wanted.

My cock.

Inside her body.

Captivated, I stare
at her. “That looks so good. It feels damn good too.”

Renata moans
long and low. Her nostrils flare with sexual excitement. She can no longer
breathe through her mouth—I’ve filled her too fully. Completely. Her eyes focus
on the mirror. Her warm saliva bathes my balls.

She
loves it.

I love that she
loves my cock, and she adores pleasing
me.

Inside of her,
my dick jerks and pulses. We both moan, tormented with erotic sensation.

Slowly, surely, I
begin to move in and out of her mouth. I grip her braid tightly to help keep
her head still. I know what she wants, so I fuck her pretty face exactly the
way she loves best.

Her breasts
heave with the force of her breathing. She makes wild, wonderful sounds of
arousal, but she doesn’t suck, lick or move an inch.

I told her not
to.

I feel so damn
high when she obeys me. Nothing compares to it.

I watch us in
the mirror as I continue to ease in and out of her, but it’s hard to
concentrate. It feels too good!

Instinctively, I
pick up my pace, thrusting more urgently. I long to find release inside her
sweet mouth and lips. She’s prepared for me when I drive in deep, right up to
my balls.

“Oh, yeah,
darlin’ look at it. Christ, I love seeing my cock buried inside of you.”

Her pupils are
dilated, dark with lust. When she swallows, I nearly climax from the unbelievable
sensation of it.

Shit.

Renata moans
constantly now, while her thighs clench and her fingers glisten. She rapidly
strums and circles her clit, often thrusting a finger or two into her soaking
wet heat. Vibrations from the sounds she makes move in sensual waves, down my
dick to my balls, hips and thighs. My body is coiled tight, every muscle taut.

The mirrors are
even hotter than I expected. I’m ready to explode.

I force myself
to maintain a steady rhythm—if I go any faster, I’ll come. Following my
demands, she doesn’t suck, though I can tell she wants to. Instead, she remains
my willing, pliable doll, allowing me to fuck her mouth as I please.

I twist her
braid and give a savage tug—she loves having her hair pulled. My cock pulses, I
feel a burst of pre-cum. I’m on the edge of climax.

Dammit.

“You do it now,”
I order with a gasp and immediately stop thrusting. “Keep one hand working between
those legs of yours, use the other on me.”

Her eyes,
half-mast with bliss, open wide—but she hesitates too long.

“Suck it,” I order
her, urgent with lust.

Whimpering with
need, she responds to my demand. Apparently, she was poised, just waiting for
that command to begin working me in earnest.

A zing of
excruciating pleasure rolls through me as I feel the first sensual tug of
suction. Her clever tongue flicks and caresses the sensitive ridge of my aching
shaft. It’s ecstasy.

“Yes, good, now
lick it—you know what to do. You know
exactly
how to get something out
of my cock. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” she hums.

I groan. “Yes,
that’s it.” My voice is deep, roughened by lust. I need release!

Using fingers,
lips, mouth and tongue, Renata sucks, licks and rubs me with her slick, saliva
drenched hand. All the while she frantically jacks herself off. Her ass and
tits bob up and down, in time with her bobbing head as she fucks me with her
mouth.

We both stare at
the mirror, unable to look away.

Watching her
worship my cock with such passion, the sight of her perfect breasts, the feel
of her heated mouth and the image of her dripping sex and tight asshole—such
perfection makes my body thrum to a peak of erotic overload.

Every hole she
has is needy, open and craving my cock.

Such white-hot rapture
is all too much. “I’m gonna come,” I shout.

My hips buck
forward as I shoot my load down her throat.

Panting, I
loudly grunt with each spurt as I climax. My fingers on her jaw and throat, I
feel her swallowing. It seems as if my release goes on forever. I’m giving her
so much!

Knowing she’s greedily
swallowing my cum keeps my cock jetting until there’s nothing left inside of
me. I’m empty, but I don’t want to stop. I want to give her more.

I want her to
have
all of me.

For a long while
I stand there panting, my spent cock still twitching and pulsing inside of her
mouth. Her hand remains gently holding the base of my shaft. I feel her tongue,
lightly licking—fondling me lovingly.

Her eyes are no
longer focused on the mirror. Renata reverently looks up through her lashes at
my face. My cock remains semi-stiff inside of her, nestled inside her beautiful
mouth.

Seeing her lips
wrapped around me, watching her regard me with such adoration? It makes my
chest tighten and my heart pound. What is this I feel? Lust, triumph and
elation, yes, but this is so much more.

In this moment,
I experience profound clarity. With Renata, I have something I’ve never truly
known.

Connection.
Affection, but most of all, love.

I pull out of
her mouth, fall to my knees, wrap my arms around her and capture her mouth in
mine. But we’re both too breathless to kiss for long. Hugging her tightly instead,
I pull away to stroke her back, peppering her with light kisses along her face,
throat and neck.

I’m so happy.

My past means
nothing to me, now.

Even with all
the shit that happened in my childhood, I honestly don’t care. No, it isn’t
that I don’t care.

I’m humbled.

I’m grateful.

I understand the
important things of life. I’ve learned to forgive and I’ve learned to love.

It's as if the
ruddy gray lenses of pain and rage, clouding my vision and guarding my heart
for so long have crumbled and fallen away. I'm left seeing things clearly for
the first time. There's so much love in me, there's no room for resentment.

I can probably
even figure out how to get along with my sister and
my mother;
a woman
I’ve blamed, resented and disliked all of my life.

I feel more
alive than ever before. Renata brings me to life.

“You’re
perfect,” I say, in utter awe.

She tilts her
head, her eyes searching my face. I can see her mind working. She wonders if I mean
she gives perfect head? But no, I can tell the moment she understands
exactly
what I mean.

Her expression
changes as comprehension shines in her blue eyes. She knows. She always seems
to
know.
Renata senses the joy of this moment for me.

“You’re perfect,
too,” she whispers. “Perfect for me.”

Intoxicated and
elated, we stare at one other for a long moment, drinking each other in.

I frown as
something dawns on me. “You didn’t come?”

“Close, but no.”

“Poor baby. I’m
gonna fix that right now.”