VEE. My back arched and my eyes watered as he pulled the belt which was cinched around my neck a little tighter. We’d been fucking for two hours and I was nothing short of an exhausted, shaking, emotional mess. Using items around the house for BDSM pleasure may not be the safest thing to do, but it sure proved to be effective. Additionally, we both believed the spur of the moment type of sex was far more enjoyable than planned adventures with store bought toys.

He pulled the belt tighter as he forced himself into my wet pussy. I bit my lip and groaned. As I arched my back to the point of pain to relieve some of the pressure on my neck, the dried wax on my chest and stomach cracked and fell onto the bed.

“What did I tell you, my sexy little brunette beast? What the fuck did I tell you?” he growled as his hand slapped my ass.

The slap forced me forward and added a little pressure to the belt around my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I opened my mouth and attempted to speak.

“Ten, sir. Ten,” I grunted as I continued to bite my lip.

I inhaled a shallow breath and tasted the light scent of the burning candle which filled the air of the room. I closed my eyes and waited for him to let me have it.

“That’s fucking right. Ten. And how many times have you cum? How fucking many?” he hollered as he slapped my ass.

My pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ache was both annoying and an assurance of what we had been doing for several hours now. For the most part, it was a welcome annoyance. With Ripp I stayed wet for hours, but pounding me with his pierced cock literally pummeled my pussy into a swollen mess. Over time, he had figured out how to keep me from cumming. Slapping my ass and changing positions didn’t allow me to relax. To cum, I needed to focus and/or relax, even if for only a few seconds. I felt the tension on the belt begin to relax.

This son-of-a-bitch.

“Time to change it up,” he bellowed.

His hands gripped my hips and quickly flipped me onto my back. As I looked up at him, I sighed. I closed my eyes and smiled.

Wrong thing to do.

“What? You fuckin’ bored?” he howled.

On his knees and in between my legs, he looked down at me and shook his head.

“Bite that lip,” he demanded as he reached for the candle.

As his left hand covered my eyes, he pressed my head firmly into the comforter. I felt the hot wax dripping onto my left nipple. The wax already covering them kept the burning sensation minimal. We had learned shading my eyes while dripping hot wax on me was far more pleasurable for us both. For me, not knowing when it was coming was extremely sensual.

“Hell, you probably can’t even feel it, can you?” he whispered.

I didn’t respond. Clenching my teeth and biting my lip, I waited. A few seconds passed.

“Bend your fucking knees and point that little honey pot of yours up in the air for me, I’m going to beat it up some more,” he demanded as he continued to press his hand over my eyes.

I bent my knees until my sneakers were against the cheeks of my ass grabbed my shins with my hands and pulled myself backward, pointing my pussy straight up. A few seconds passed.

“How’s my pussy?” he asked.

“Good,” I responded.

“How’s my pussy,” he grunted again.

“Holy fucking shit!” I screamed as the hot wax came in contact with my swollen clit.

I sighed as I felt the bed shift and heard him place the candle on the night stand. I felt his fingers on my clit, removing the small portion of wax he had dripped onto me.

“We don’t want that being shoved up in there, now do we?” he asked.

“No sir,” I responded.

His hand moved from covering my eyes as he pressed his hips against the back of my thighs. I watched as he took his right hand, grasped the base of his cock, and began flicking the pierced tip along my soaking wet pussy. From bottom to top, he flipped the tip along my swollen pussy, tapping the ring which pierced his cock against my clit.

“Watch me do this, damn you,” he demanded.

“I am,” I whispered as I watched the tip glide across my pussy lips.

The muscles on his arms flared as he moved his cock. Slightly bent over, his stomach muscles rippled from the fuck me lines on his abdomen to his lower chest. I looked up at his unshaven face and tried to refrain from smiling.

“Don’t argue with me,” he grunted as he looked up.

“Yes sir,” I sighed.

I watched as he continued. As he inhaled a breath, his massive chest swelled. I felt my body tingle each time the ring came in contact with my clit. I closed my eyes. I was so close. If he stuck his cock in me, I’d cum in a second. He knew it and he was torturing me. Methodically, and predictably, his cock continued to slide up to my clit until he flicked it with the ring. The tingling was becoming more like an electric shock. I was done. I opened my eyes, afraid of repercussion if he caught me not watching him torture me.

A puddle of emotion, tears, cum and candle wax, I laid motionless on the bed with my knees to my chest. I watched as a tattooed two hundred and thirty pound tattooed maniac smiled and tortured my clit into a swollen nub. This was what I thought I wanted. This was what I prayed for. This was what I spent five years reading about. This was my dream.

This was Michael Allen Ripton at work.

And I watched, grateful he was mine.

“I’m getting bored,” he sighed as he looked down into my eyes.

I did my best to keep from smiling. I wanted him. Ten inches of thick, pierced, throbbing cock attached to the meanest, most protective, sex crazed maniac in Texas. The combination was sheer heaven.

“Fuck it, I want that pussy,” he breathed.

Thank God.

“Who’s pussy is this,” he asked as he shook his cock at my pussy.

“Yours, Ripp. Ripp’s pussy,” I looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

“Mine,” he bellowed as he slowly pushed himself into me.

I gasped as I felt the tip bottom out inside of me. This position, of all positions, ensured every last inch of him was inside of me. It was painful, but I loved it the same. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt him slide in and out twice.

Here it comes.

My entire body felt as if was shaking. Tremors filled me from my ass to my nipples. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. Confused, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I closed them again. My body began to tingle all over as I felt the tension within me build.

His cock slid out and then back to bottom. Out, and then back in to bottom. Out again, and then…

I came.

Hard.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

“Fuuuuuckkk,” I groaned.

I opened my eyes to a blurry room. My pussy contracted from deep within, clenching his cock like a vise.

Slowly and steadily he continued to fuck me, his cock swelling inside of me. I continued to cum as I heard his breathing become labored.

And he exploded.

The force of his orgasm inside of me felt like I had been poked. As his warm cum filled me I opened my eyes and smiled. No matter what means caused us to reach this level of pleasure, our simultaneous climax made me want to become a little girl again and cry. I had fallen head over god damned heels for Michael and sharing myself with him made me feel full - it was if I was going to explode. The emotion of having everything I wanted in one man was more than I could take at times, and certainly more than I felt I ever deserved.

“Oh fuuuuck, babe,” he groaned slowly as he looked down at me and collapsed onto my chest.

He turned his head and kissed the left side of my neck. Goosebumps developed on my left arm as he did. I twisted my neck and forced his mouth from my neck with my cheek.

“Don’t move,” I whispered.

He laid there on my chest for a considerable time, until his breathing became shallow and his cock flaccid.

“I need to pee, babe,” I whispered in his ear.

He raised his chest from mine and kissed me on the lips lightly. I smiled, rolled off of the bed, and waddled to the bathroom. On my way out of the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. Covered in candle wax, my hair a tangled mess of shit, and my face flush, I looked like beautiful shit. After a short consideration of cleaning myself up, I shook my head, flipped off the light, and walked to the bedroom. I wanted to lie with him on the bed more than anything.

As I walked into the room I smiled a genuine smile of pleasure. Ripp was lying on the bed on his back with Candy on his upper abdomen, stroking her stomach. She was stretched out with her front legs extended as far as they could stretch. Her rear legs flopped to her side; she was as relaxed a she could ever be. Quietly and softly, I got onto the bed and snuggled up beside him.

“She really likes you,” I said as I laid my head on his upper chest and raised my leg onto the top of his thigh.

“I like her too,” he whispered.

“I remember when you didn’t,” I said softly.

He smiled and raised his index finger to his lips, “Shhhh. I don’t want her to hear you.”

I smiled.

Change.

We all go through them at some point in time. My work days had become far less important since we met. Being my own boss allowed me to make my own schedule. I realized after I met Michael just how much of a workaholic I had become. Since the realization, I had scheduled far less work for myself, giving me much more free time. Ripp hadn’t really gone through any changes, or changed the way he was - short of Candy. I didn’t want him to change. I liked him just the way he was. To me, he was a dream. I nestled against him on top of the comforter and relaxed as his body warmed the surface of my skin.

“So,” he whispered.

I rotated my head across his chest to face him and looked into his eyes.

“With ROT this weekend, my parents decided to have family dinner tomorrow. I know it’s the middle of the week and all, but I was thinking,” he paused.

From what Michael said, his parents had never officially met a girl he was seeing. He came from a very traditional Texas family, and he believed bringing a girl around his parents was basically making her part of his family through the introduction. He and Shane attended the dinners, but to Michael, Shane was family. His family was all Shane had.

I blinked my eyes and smiled.

“I was uhhm. I was thinking. I want you to come. Come and meet the family,” he smiled.

Holy shit.

In a sense, I work with the worst assholes on the planet. My clients are drug dealers and murderers. Alone, I stand in front of a court of law and fight for a living. No one who truly knows me would consider me to be a weak woman. I am strong.

It was all I could do to fight back tears. To him, this step was beyond huge. This was the biggest commitment he could make.

“It’s not necessary, Michael,” I said softly, appreciating the gesture.

Oh shit, I just said it out loud.

“Did you just call me Michael?” he asked.

I nodded.

Candy jumped onto floor.

He smiled.

“So. You ready. To meet the family?” he whispered.

“It’s really not necessary,” I sighed softly as I fought back tears.

“Who’s in charge of this fucking relationship, Vivian?” he whispered.

“You are,” I responded.

“Listen carefully,” he said as he rolled onto his side.

I blinked my eyes.

“You’re going with me to my parent’s tomorrow night. That’s that. I’m going to introduce you to them. I’ve told you about the dinners. It’s a cluster fuck, but it’s a big part of who I am. It’s family time, and family is important. So, shorts and Chuck’s will be the attire and we’re taking the Chevelle,” he smiled.

I’m. In. Love. With. This. Man.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I smiled, “And thank you.”

“For?” he asked.

“Trusting me not to fuck you over,” I responded.

He smiled and blinked his eyes a few times, “You know, I been thinkin’ about how to describe something, and I can’t get there.”

“What is it?” I asked through tear filled eyes.

I know going to a family dinner to most women would be nothing. But they wouldn’t appreciate and understand the significance of it the way I did and do. As he twisted his mouth in circles and looked at the ceiling in deep thought, I tried to think of other things to keep from allowing a tear to fall down my cheek. I had waited a lifetime for Mike Ripton, and I truly felt I could spend forever with him. On top of the comforter with my head on his chest I would be happy for all of eternity.

“Well, how I feel about you. I don’t know how to tell you what I want to say. You know people feel affection for other people. And people fall in love and such, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Well, the way I feel about you. It’s just. Well, it’s weird. It’s so much more than that. To call it love would be kind of cutting it short. I need a word to describe it, and there isn’t one. One don’t exist. At least not yet,” he tilted his head to the side and smiled.

Until now, the word love had not escaped our mouths. In a sense, he just said it. My eyes began to well up again.

“Well,” I hesitated.

It was all I could say without looking like a fool.

The sex, emotions, exhaustion and the conversation we were having. The word love. It was all simply more than I could take. Sometimes I suppose girls are just girls.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess what I want to say is this. I love you, Vivian. I want you to know that. I love you. But it ain’t enough. It just ain’t. I can’t use a word every other shit-head uses to describe how he feels about a woman. It wouldn’t be fair to you, because you make me feel so much more. More than love. I need my own word,” he smiled.

I’m going to lose it. He’s adorable.

“Pizz,” he said as he nodded his head.

“What?” I choked on my words as I almost began to cry.

“Pizz. That’s it. Understand I love you, Vee. But I pizz you,” he chuckled as he looked down at me.

“Pizz?” I grinned.

“Yep. I just made it up. A new word. It’s like love, only stronger. It’s more,” he said as he pressed his chin to his chest and kissed my forehead.

“Pizz, I like it,” I said as a tear escaped my eyes and ran down my cheek.

When men speak to women in a sweet manner, a part of us typically wonders just how much of it is true and how much is bullshit. I believe subconsciously, all of us wonder. As the tear ran down my cheek, dripped off my chin and onto his chest, he reached over and wiped my face with his finger.

“Vivian Simon, I love you. But always know this,” he paused.

“I pizz you. And no one else on this earth has that, baby,” he whispered.

And a tear ran down his cheek.

And at that moment, I knew.

This wasn’t bullshit.

And.

I pizzed him too.