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  ‘Leave her alone!’ her busty friend shrieked from behind. ‘I’ll call the cops.’

  Lanky looked frightened and her fight was gone. I smiled down at the peroxide-softened beauty before me and I stroked her lean, tanned legs. Terrified, she clamped both of her hands, palm down, across her pussy; somehow understanding that was where the truth lived. Fixing her frightened doe eyes with my own, I said, ‘From now on, bitch, you’ll roll with every slut in boots who rides through your town.’

  ‘Sorry,’ she said, trying not to cry. ‘I didn’t mean it.’

  ‘That’s right, you didn’t. You only said it to cool your own heat. It turned you on to see me against that wall and it disgusted you too. But we both know what you’ll be dreaming about tonight between your safe, crisp sheets. Don’t we?’

  I didn’t expect her to answer, but she moved her hands away from the silk and moisture between those gazelle legs.

  ‘Stop it! What are you doing to my friend? Harriet, please get up. Don’t let her hurt you,’ Busty whined from behind me. But Busty’s cries petered out to whispers and then nothingness, when her lanky friend, Harriet, clasped the back of my head with her athlete’s thighs and began to moan. From behind, I guess the fat-chested friend could see my slim body, elegantly dressed, dipping its perfect blonde head between the rangy legs of her best friend. Enough to cut anyone’s tongue out, I guess.

  Charlie watched the whole thing from the shadows. Freaked out by the girl that had lured him from the dance, he seemed to be entertaining second thoughts about going home with me. But as I teetered towards him across the lot on my slingbacks, all sweet as apple pie and Marilyn wiggly, he fished a set of car keys out of a pocket and nodded in the direction of his car.

  As we drove to my motel, I caught him peeking at me. Not at my legs or chest like before, but at me – the idea of me. After discharging himself so furiously, I guessed he now had the clarity of mind to think things over, and what I had done to the lanky girl worried him. Once or twice he was about to say something but stopped himself.

  ‘Charlie,’ I said, and when he looked me in the eye, I dabbed some of him from the side of my mouth. He swallowed and nearly ran a red light. ‘When I’m excited,’ I said, ‘I sometimes go too far.’

  Charlie nodded.

  Crossing my legs at the thigh removed his last misgiving.

  Back in the motel, I poured Red Label Scotch into the tooth glasses I found in the bathroom, while Charlie sat on the bed and eyed Hank’s things that were folded on a chair.

  ‘Relax,’ I said, and stretched myself out on the bed behind his back. The clattering sound of my high heels when they hit the floor encouraged him to lie alongside me, propped up on one elbow.

  ‘You live near here?’ he asked.

  Sipping my Scotch, I ignored him.

  ‘Sure I would have seen you before.’

  ‘Not scared are you, Chuck?’ I said, and he looked away, feeling silly. ‘I’m seventeen, the door is locked and no one is going to disturb us until I’m finished. No one.’

  Taking quick gulps from his drink, Charlie watched the door for a while and I surveyed my prize. Fat cock and a hard body; I had chosen well. Moving closer to him, I placed a finger beneath his chin and made him look at me. Slowly, I untucked his shirt. When my red fingernails brushed against his skin, he closed his eyes. Deftly, I popped each button from its hole on his shirt and he accommodated my hands when I shed it from his body. Along each side of his spine, beneath his shoulder blades, there were welts that looked tender, like the pink gills of a fish.

  Seizing me by the elbows, he held me away from his body and I could see the muscles trembling around his mouth. Lowering my eyes, I spied his cock poling his trousers out like a tent. I made a little humming sound that vibrated off the bones of my face and I smiled at him. ‘You want that?’ he said, and I could see the brown skin on his shoulders goosing. Stretching out my tongue, I wet my lips and made a noise like a small animal. Charlie yanked me forward and on to his chest.

  Our kisses were clumsy at first because we were trying to eat too much of each other, but I withdrew a fraction and he followed my lead until we settled into an easy embrace of the lips that seemed to employ my whole body. As he sucked my tongue in and out of his mouth and I enjoyed the scratch of his stubble on my face, I slipped a hand down to his cock. With only the tips of my nails making contact, I ran my hand up and down his length and felt his thighs and buttocks tense.

  Our kissing became heated again and I wished Hank had been watching; it’s really hard on him when I kiss another man’s mouth. Perhaps it’s more intimate than penetration. This time, we could sustain the kiss without clicking our teeth together or pinching each other’s lip skin. We vanished into the kiss; became absorbed from ourselves into the union of mouth. As he pressed my face down, like he wanted to swallow my head, I felt my dress start to move up my body. His hands became impatient when the hem caught under my buttocks, and he hoisted me off the bed to yank the garment up to my armpits.

  ‘Steady,’ I warned, suddenly concerned for the thousand-dollar dress, but Charlie was lost in me. He unclipped my brassière and plucked the gauzy cups from off my chest. As his mouth encircled one of my breasts and the palm of his hand rubbed the other, so my nip would tickle his skin, I peeled my dress over my head and let it fall to the rug beside the bed. His mouth and hands swapped from one breast to the other while I watched, enjoying the sight of a stranger busy with my chest. I’m lucky to have a good hard bosom – not unwieldy, but prominent naked or clothed, with sensitive nips.

  Sliding my legs around the bed and raking my nails through his hair, I encouraged his feeding, and when he tried to remove his mouth from my wet skin to take a breath, I commanded ‘No’ and squashed his face back into my softness. Pleasure began to blind me; I closed my eyes and stared into the dark red things that swirled inside my head. Empowered by my arousal, I felt as if I could raise Charlie above my head or trample him beneath my angry feet.

  When he stuck a hand under my corselette, I wondered whether my glowing puss burned his fingers. ‘You’re so wet,’ he murmured, with a mouth full of nip and puppy-fat tit. ‘Can I take a sip? Just a taste, little lady?’

  Arching my back off the bed, I spread my thighs and rolled my eyes back, knowing he would pay for his goading. The bed shook as he hurried around me and the mattress dipped under my bottom as he arranged my legs over his shoulders. ‘I’m going to suck you through these slut panties,’ he told me, and then I felt his breath on my inner thighs, followed by his whiskers in the place where my puss meets my buttocks. Twisting my wrists so my hands would lock at a right angle to my forearms, I pressed my palms against the wall, between the brass rungs of the headboard.

  Charlie licked the dew from my panties and then he whipped my lips and trimmed floss with his tongue. Soon I lost patience with his teasing and jammed my groin against his face. There was a moment of resistance from Charlie, but I strangled his neck with my slippery legs and seized the cold metal of the headboard – two-fisted – to pump his face. Fastening his jaws over my hole, he made long, measured laps at my lips with his broad tongue, slipping through my furrows, passing across my opening and meandering back to my pip.

  Trying to move my bottom so I would only receive his tongue on my special spot, Charlie seized my garter straps and held me still by those harnesses so he could continue collecting my moisture with his tongue. I had to respect him for making me wait for a while, but I guessed he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself for long. He would want to hear my music; my bird sounds and my baby-crying noises when my pip is under the lash of a tongue.

  Holding his head fast by using my thighs like a vice, he licked me to my second peak of the evening. Only when my legs seemed to fall away from the rest of me did I allow Charlie to disentangle himself.

  ‘That was good. So good, you bastard,’ I said, between breaths. Charlie had risen to his knees, and from his nose to the cleft in his chin I could see how my
honey had made his skin shiny. Raising my head off the pillow, I peeked between his legs and liked what had risen to gut me. Shuffling my bottom up and down the bed, and sliding my feet up his chest, I let him know I was ready.

  ‘Pretty girl,’ he whispered, ‘you’re gonna suck me first.’

  Giggling, I opened my mouth and rubbed the tip of my tongue over my front teeth. Charlie clasped my ankles and then rubbed his hands, fiercely, up and down the outside of my legs, creasing my nylons. He even dipped his cock towards my puss as if he couldn’t wait to skewer me. ‘Thought you wanted to fuck my mouth,’ I said, lost to my new lover, and my love of this game.

  Throwing my legs to one side, Charlie loomed over my body. With an excited sigh, I pushed myself down the bed until his cock and balls and their meaty odour hung about my face. Gripping himself at the base of his thick stem, he jammed himself at my mouth and missed. Pinching his purple berry of a phallus between finger and thumb, I planted him in my warmth. Greeting his organ with my curling tongue, I stretched my jaw and let him pass to the back of my throat. Angling my head back and fighting the involuntary urge to gag, I took three-quarters of him inside my skull and gripped his hard buttocks to hold him there. Before allowing him to withdraw, I was content to consume him and measure his length and weight with the bones and flesh of my head. When he finally slipped back, I hugged the bumps of his meat with my lips until the salty tip was cradled between my pursed lips.

  ‘That’s the greatest,’ he said, real quiet.

  I flashed my eyes at him – eyes still heavy with dark paint and luxurious with false lashes. He slipped back inside. Overjoyed with my catch who played along with everything, I moulded the shape of his manhood with my fingers, squeezed its putty with my hand and sucked its briny beads into my stomach.

  ‘I’m going to come,’ Charlie said.

  ‘No,’ I commanded, holding him away from my mouth. Even though he tried to push his cock back into my mouth, I held him firm. Desperate to splash wave after wave of relief down my throat, he then tried to beat himself in and out of my fingers, but I gripped him, refusing him the friction he required. When the safety catch was back on and the moment of danger had passed, I used my tongue to cleanse him of dew. ‘I don’t want you shooting off and then passing out. I have a need tonight.’

  ‘You want to be fucked good,’ he said, torturing himself with the pain of anticipation. ‘Mmm,’ I encouraged. ‘Like a pretty slut wife who picks men up in bars.’

  He tried to press his cock back into my mouth again but I would not relent. ‘Let me come in your mouth, Bonny,’ he pleaded, and said it so sweetly I nearly gave in. I laughed at him instead, slipped through his legs, and sat up behind him. Charlie looked angry when he turned to face me; desperation clouded his reason. I’d made him mindless – the way I needed him for what I had planned.

  ‘You want to fuck me, tough guy, then you better do it good. Understand that. You don’t want me going back to town tonight, do you?’

  ‘How did a kid like you get such a smart mouth?’ he said.

  I smiled.

  ‘Had much practice?’ he said, angry and jealous, but delighted too.

  My smile stiffened and, behind my back, I unthreaded the thick leather belt from his trousers. Welling up inside me came the strongest urge to both love and destroy.

  ‘Where you going?’ he asked, when I moved off the bed. Before the wide mirror on the dresser, I stood looking at myself, entwining Charlie’s belt around my hands.

  ‘Turn the main light off,’ I said.

  He sat in silence.

  ‘Go on.’ The certainty in my voice made him obey. Inhaling the dark like the aroma of good food, I said, ‘Now switch the bedside lamps on.’

  With heavy shades angled downward, the lamps covered the bed with a reddish glow. In the mirror, I watched Charlie move behind me. Understanding, he gently bent me over so my hands rested, palm down, on the top of the dresser. From my left hand he removed the strap of leather trailing from my fingers. His breathing sounded louder.

  In the mirror, his reflection was obscured with shadow but the cut of his physique was more defined. From his hands there was a sudden snapping sound and I realised he had flexed the leather. ‘Wait,’ I said, and unclipped all four garter clasps from my stocking tops. Nylon, coloured like Sahara dunes, slithered down my legs until only my feet were covered. After stepping from my corselette, I peeled both stockings off the pinky soles of my feet.

  ‘Now,’ I said.

  Before the echo of the word died in my head, it was drowned out by the scream of pain in my body. When the leather roped around my buttocks it made a wet sound. Plat! I shuddered and held the air in my lungs.

  Plat!

  Moaning, I cantered from one foot to the other.

  Plat!

  Fisting my hands on the dresser, I lowered my head between my shoulders.

  Plat!

  My knees began to give way and through my tears I saw Charlie hesitate and then suspend his next stroke.

  ‘Do it!’ I cried out.

  He delivered, lashing me against the dresser, and shouted, ‘Why?’

  ‘Fuck you,’ I said.

  Again and again, he whipped me and the blows spanked the hard walls with echoes that hurt my ears inside.

  ‘I want you,’ Charlie said. ‘You’re going to be mine.’

  Sniffing, I smiled, glad it was dark because my reflection would have revealed what I can be. Sometimes I don’t like to see my own face. Charlie’s breath laboured. ‘Does your old man whip you, girl?’

  ‘Everybody does.’

  The next blow was harder than the others and I sucked my hair into my mouth and bit down on it, before laughing through gritted teeth.

  ‘Slut,’ he swore and came up behind me. I turned around and slapped my hands against his chest, making him flinch and blink. He grabbed my shoulders but I bit his wrist. When he recoiled I fell to my knees and swallowed him. With rough, kneading fingers he scruffed my hair into fuzz and strands that stuck out at all angles.

  Losing his balance from the force of my suckling, he staggered away from me to keep his feet. I followed on foot, my thin body flashing white in the gloom. Charlie cupped my tender cheeks with his hands. I slipped my arms around his neck and crossed my legs around his waist, locking my ankles in the small of his back. Like Hank, he had the strength to cradle the blonde demon bound to his body. Taken to the bed, I was thrown upon the mattress and then covered by his body, raw and slicked with sweat.

  He made me claw his face like that. What else could I do with him shunting me across the bed, slapping his body against mine, and crying out for salvation in this dark place I had made for us?

  Like a thirsty dog, he licked my face from chin to forehead. No one had ever done that before and I knew my memory of Charlie had formed; whenever a tongue touched my skin, I would think of this boy who tried to dissolve my beauty with his broad tongue.

  Squeezing my breasts until the breath had gone from me, he fucked me into the bed. A hard sound, like I was clearing my throat, came out of my mouth when he touched the back of my womb. Harder and harder he fucked, until I had moved to the other half of the bed and gone over the side, where my weight was supported by my shoulders and the back of my tousled head. With a fleshy thump, our still-grinding bodies joined our snatching mouths on the floor, where the violence of his thrusts were like flashes of murder in the dark.

  ‘Fuck–’ he slammed into me and then withdrew ‘– me.’ My voice warbled and he threw himself back into me. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ I cried with every quick pump from his hips until I came and became wordless. Pushed across the floor, the carpet burned us, but we didn’t care. When my softness was jammed against the skirting board, he thumped clots of warmth against the sides of my womb and whispered, ‘Love you.’

  Stroking his head against my breasts, where the slowing tempo of my heart lulled him to sleep, my eyes flashed open so wide I could see a spider emptying a fly on the ceiling.
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  ‘Could you love me?’ he asked.

  ‘For ever,’ I said.

  ‘Can we be together?’

  ‘For ever,’ I replied, and he hugged me close, making me feel insignificant with his hard arms.

  ‘Do you want me in every dream?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes,’ he said, and nuzzled his head between my breasts.

  A warm current of goodness pumped through my pet. He brimmed with wealth: iron-stock, rust-pepper, broth-spice. ‘This won’t hurt,’ I whispered, lowering my gleaming smile to a part of him that was as soft as a shorn lamb.

  THERAPY

  Maria del Rey

  Maria del Rey is one of Nexus’s most established authors, described variously as ‘the queen of SM’ (Caress) and ‘mistress of the stylish SM scenario’ (Forum Erotic Stories), and she remains one of the most imaginative and explicit.

  Maria’s novels and short story collections for Nexus are as follows:

  The Institute

  Paradise Bay

  Obsession

  Heart of Desire

  Sisterhood of the Institute

  Underworld

  Eden Unveiled

  Dark Desires

  Dark Delights

  The Pleasure Principle

  Therapy, meanwhile, is a stand-alone story you won’t find anywhere else.

  I felt nervous as I lay back against the leather couch. The muted hum of the traffic filtered through the slatted blinds which sliced the sunlight into long, thin bands of yellow. The room was cool and comfortable but I was still tense.

  ‘Just try and relax.’

  The calm authority of Dr Evans’s voice felt reassuring, doing something to dispel my nerves. I shifted slightly, trying to make myself more comfortable.