Zeke
“Maya?” I called out after her, running behind her to catch her. She was fast. She was always fast.
I looked around and finally headed for the stairs when I heard the murmurs coming from there.
Nikki was looking at me with wide eyes.
“Where?” I asked.
She pointed to Circle 9 and my insides clenched with anticipation. Pushing the door open, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I felt everything all at once when I saw her in the middle of the room, the room of my every fucked-upness. The room of my undying obsession. The room of my perverse.
“Maya?” I whispered.
It was slow motion as she turned to face me.
“Me…” she murmured.
I wasn’t sure if it was a question, but I finally let the words I’d tried to keep for years out, “You. It was always you. It’ll always be you.”
A sob broke away from her throat.
Taking a tentative step toward her, I waited for her to tell me to stop, but she didn’t. I stopped in front of her, bending my knees so I could see her face better.
“I’m so overwhelmed. I feel like dying, but it’s not good or bad. It’s just too much. I...“ she trailed off.
I waited until she put her thoughts in order.
Taking a breath, she looked up at me. “I need you to hurt me.”
***
I was shaking like a teenage boy who was going to kiss his crush for the first time. The only difference was my kiss of love was going to hurt her until she shook in my arms with a sated look on her face.
Finding the control panel on the wall, I turned the light on above the spanking bench. I slowly walked toward her, trying to gage her reaction. When she looked at me, there was an excited glimpse behind all the sadness. It was the first glimmer of hope that she’d be my Maya again.
“Here?” she asked, pointing at the bench.
I nodded, expecting her to take a position, but instead, she padded slowly to the board where whips and floggers were hung. Hesitantly, she reached for a flogger.
I smirked. She wanted to experience the scene she watched.
When she came back with the flogger in her hand, I took it from her. She turned her back to me, and I pressed my body on her. My front to her back. She shivered, and I felt dizzy.
Holding her waist, I glided my hands up to her shoulders and reached for her zipper. Her back tensed as I unzipped her dress and pushed making it fall to her feet. She made a move to take off her boots, but I stopped her.
“They stay. You look hot in them.”
She blushed at my words and let me position her on the bench. As I pushed her torso down, I leaned forward with her. I was hard, and I knew she could feel it in the crack of her ass. Thrusting my hips softly, I tested the water to see if she was afraid of me, but she moaned and pushed back into me. My dick twitched inside my jeans, ready to be inside her, but I pushed the thoughts away.
“I want to take off your panties,” I whispered.
After a sharp intake of breath, she nodded.
I sniffed her scent into my lungs, peppering her back with kisses as I slowly moved to my target. On my knees behind her, I placed my forehead on her ass, letting her musky scent fill all my senses before I finally peeled the offending fabric down her legs. She moaned when I spread her legs to tie her ankles.
She was wet… so wet, I could see her juices dripping from her thighs. It was mouth-watering. I remembered her taste. We got carried away until my head was buried between her legs, it was still the best taste I’d ever put my mouth on. It was our last perfect moment.
Maya was sleeping peacefully in my arms, still naked and stunningly beautiful. I was watching the ceiling of her dark room without seeing, her taste still on my tongue. My face and my fingers still smelled like her.
We got carried away. Even the first time we dry humped, we’d gotten carried away, but now we were blindingly walking to our ruins. I was angry at myself for letting it come to this point. I hated myself for not being a better man. I despised myself for being a twisted pervert. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to. I wanted to stop too many times to count, but I couldn’t.
When Maya was in my arms, everything in this world seemed right. When she looked at me with those big eyes, everything disappeared but her and her desires, her needs, her wants. Even I wasn’t important when it came to her. Even my needs meant nothing to me next to hers. And she wanted me to give something I wanted to take so desperately.
I wanted to believe something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong, but it was.
I wanted to believe being with her wasn’t impossible, but it was.
But, nothing had changed how much I wanted her. No matter what. No matter the consequences. Only one thing could’ve stopped me, and that was Maya.
I knew Maya would’ve never stopped me, though. She wanted the same thing I wanted. But tonight, I was this close to taking her virginity. That thought had the effect of a bucket of ice. I shouldn’t have done that to her. I could never stain her with dirt like that.
If I stayed here, if I stayed anywhere near her, I knew I was going to do just that. I knew we would never stop. Our love was like a poison that couldn’t be stopped. It was moving in our veins, burning away all the common sense inside us. Our love was a poison that didn’t have an antidote.
That was why I had to leave.
I had to leave to protect Maya from any more damage than I’d already caused her.
I had to leave to give her a chance for a normal life.
So, I left her.
I left her even though she begged me not to.
I left her with her scent still on my face and hands.
I left her with her taste on my tongue and branded in my mind.
I couldn’t stop myself any longer. The emotions inside me made it only worse. So, I buried my face between her legs. She shrieked and moaned as I groaned with the taste that hypnotized all my senses. I wanted more and more. I wanted not to stop. Ever.
In a minute, she was screaming my name and coating my mouth with her sweet juices. I couldn’t get enough. As she was lying on the bench, looking relax, I grabbed the flogger and hit her ass.
She cried out and moaned with the impact. I kept hitting her, watching her every move, every breath closely to understand her limits. As her ass turned to a perfect shade of pink, I stopped and caressed her skin, making her hiss.
“More. I need so much more than this,” she said.
I looked back at the board, eyeing the whip. I wasn’t sure how she would react to that, but if she needed more than we were going to find out.
I didn’t warn her before I gave her the first blow.
She screamed, but her cry ended with a loud moan.
“How about this?” I asked teasingly.
“Yes. More.”
I hit her again and again until a sob escaped from her throat. Throwing the whip away, I freed her from the cuffs and wrapped her in a blanket.
With her in my arms, softly sobbing, I carried her to my office.
“Bring her a cup of hot chocolate,” I told Nikki as I passed her.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” I whispered.
She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. “Don’t go,” she whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m here.” We were now in a highway without an exit.