Chapter 5
She expected him to take her immediately, to force her to her knees and thrust his cock into her.
Instead he said, "You are the financing behind that fool's grandiose plans?"
The question took her by surprise.
"I ... well ... that is ... "
He said, "Do not lie. I want merely a yes or a no response."
"Yes. I am."
"The connection to the money is yours, then?"
She nodded.
"I see. You have no love for him, I presume?"
"I wouldn't say that ... " she replied, knowing even as the words came from her mouth that she uttered them without conviction. He laughed. "Do not protect him. He is certainly not worthy."
"Why? I mean ... I thought you were partners."
He said, "The man has been lying to me for weeks. I tell him that I have a perfect channel, a conduit through which the most perfect white powder in the world will flow, if only it is properly greased with money. He assures me, over and over again - "I have the money, Carlos ... I can get the money" - and now I find that it is all very chancy still ... even after he has told me that there were no further problems and I have already set wheels in motion. I cannot afford to be seen as a liar to these people. You understand me?"
She felt the fear rising in her body.
He said, "It will not do. They are very superstitious people. If I try to back down now, they are going to be highly uncomfortable. They are going to ask of me that I provide them with a small token of my good faith, so that they will know that I am not trying to set them up, or am not simply jerking them around."
She said, "Shouldn't you be talking to Jimmy about this?"
He laughed.
"I have already talked to Jimmy, until I am tired of hearing his voice. You talk to me. You tell me why I must talk to him. What does he have that you don't have? And one level closer to the source, I might add?"
She said, "But ... I ... I mean ... "
"You have no love for him. He is a crude fool."
"You don't know ... it's not what you think."
He reached out to her, placed his fingers under her chin. "You are wrong, my dear. It is precisely what I think. I know far more than Jimmy will ever know."
She stared at him, at those bottomless blue eyes ... and she believed. He did know. He understood perfectly the kind of person she was ... what happened to her when her body's needs began to make themselves felt through her nerves, at the surface of her skin ...
He understood how her mind could split, how her needs could express themselves in two (or more!) totally contradictory ways at the same time. And she sensed that he would be able to meet those needs, in all then-complexity. And then, the truth of it hit her. She'd always known. From the moment he walked into the room, she'd understood at a deeper level, one that her mind didn't catch at first.
But now it came clearly, illumination in that single flash of insight.
And she heard herself saying, "We could talk, anyway ... " and he smiled, and then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed and she dropped to her knees, watching like a young schoolgirl as he slid his hands into his pants and produced a mighty cock, one full of strength and dynamic vigor, stiff and true, straight and sure.
She took it in her hands and squeezed it, stroked it ... pulling the tips of her fingers along the surface of the shaft.
At the head, she squeezed a little harder, then moved back down along the length of the shaft again.
His veins were already starting to stand out in near perfect relief.
Deep purple against the brighter red of the flesh itself, like vines heavy with sap entwining around the rock-like shaft.
She let her tongue extend and touched it to the tip of his cock.
She licked along the surface, licked harder ... harder ... harder ... moved down now ... all the way to the base, then moved back to the sack of balls, pressed her tongue into the soft fleshy center.
His glands both floated, weightless, heavy with their juices, their vital fluids.
She squeezed his cock again, then pressed her mouth down around it fully. Hard. All the way, letting the head press against the back of her throat and begin to slither down like a serpent.
O' hooded crimson cobra of desire-
She'd read that in a poem somewhere, and though the rest of the poem had been obscure and impenetrable, that one line had stood out, pulsating ... throbbing ...
She'd suspected the image then, as a young girl ... and now she recalled it anew, finding it perfect apt.
The hooded cobra was pushing all the way into her throat now. The walls expanded, sending a delicious series of sensations rippling down her body.
In her cunt, which only an hour before had received the most foul and intense of beatings, she once again experienced that warmth, that intense glow of arousal that fed upon itself and left her craving for more.
Her breasts, likewise abused and tortured, now swelled, not from the beating, but from arousal. Her nipples stiffened. Her skin broke out in goose-bumps (CHRIST! When's the last time THAT happened?!).
And as she licked his cock, she felt a bizarre euphoria overtake her. It left her dazed and confused.
"Oh yes ... " he murmured, "that's perfect. You have a fine mouth. I think I could grow very fond of that mouth. Tell me. Are your hands and your cunt as perfectly tuned as your tongue and your lips?"
She chose that moment to stretch her lips back away from her teeth and slowly begin to scrape the sharp edges lightly over the surface of his throbbing shaft.
"Oh ... yes ... I forgot, your teeth as well, N'est-ce pas?"
She smiled, drew her head back away from his cock and then, when the glands was all that remained inside her lips, she pressed her teeth a little harder on the surface, moved them down to where the flared base cut sharply back into the shaft, and at that ultra-sensitive ridge of flesh, she paused, letting her teeth move with infinite slowness, with careful precision.
She realized that this was a supreme effort. There was nothing that would have made her take this much time with Jimmy. Besides ... he didn't care. He wouldn't have noticed if she had. He was only interested in fucking her and beating her.
She wanted the belt ... she needed it, Lord knows ... but there was an added dimension, one she'd always suspected existed, but, until this meeting today, she'd never known for sure.
Now there was no doubt.
His hips started to move gently against her mouth now.
She responded with a series of tingling waves of sensation racing down the back of her legs, reflecting back up again and coming together at her buttocks, seeming to join then to the base of her spine and rise up to her brain.
She gasped.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes ... " she replied. She returned her mouth to his cock.
The head was larger and darker now than before.
At the small slit a clear bead of juice had accumulated.
She extended her tongue and rubbed it over the bead.
It was oily ... slick ...
It tasted salty, but was otherwise bland.
That didn't matter.
The flavor of cum wasn't physical. It was somewhere else. It existed on a different plane entirely.
She let his cock slide back into her mouth once more.
Her head movements were more rapid this time.
His hips glided effortlessly with her own tempo. In fact, he seemed to know precisely how to anticipate the back and forth movement of her head.
So perfectly did he seem to know, in fact, that it became uncanny.
She could shift the tempo, and it made no difference.
He was always there, pulling away as she did, thrusting forward when she did, and always at the same speed.
They were perfectly matched.
Too perfectly.
It was as though he truly was reading her mind, a possibility that frightened her as she contemplated it ...
But then something else occurred to her, something which, by this time, seemed almost as possible.
What if he weren't merely anticipating her by reading her mind ... what if he was truly controlling her? Directing her head to move backwards ... forwards ...
What if he was directing her with the power of his thoughts?
She stopped ... but only for a moment. He stopped with her. Waited patiently.
She pulled back, he pulled back as well.
She stopped again ... and then, she felt compelled to let her head glide back onto his cock.
It didn't feel like there was any outside direction. Only a mad desire to keep sucking his cock ... perhaps to make him come, sample the feel of his jism running over the surface of her tongue, coating the insides of her cheeks.
She started to move again.
She truly couldn't stop.
It frightened her ... it truly thrilled her at the same time.
She might even find the courage to talk to him about it later.
She said, "You're good," and then rammed her head against his crotch.
He chose that moment to drive his cock straight down her throat.
Fortunately, she'd expected him to do precisely that and she'd already made certain that her throat muscles were relaxed properly.
Her teeth inadvertently scraped over the surface of his shaft once more, however, and this time she had made no effort to prevent the pressure from being quite extreme indeed.
Harder, in fact, than she would have dared ever to do it to Jimmy.
He absorbed the sensation calmly, chuckling. "You are exuberant," was all he said.
His cock seemed even harder now than before.
"Are you still growing," she asked.
"If you think I am, then I am," he replied.
Great. An enigma. Just what she wanted.
She said, "You feel so hard. It's like you're about to explode."
"Perhaps I am," he replied.
He pulled his cock away then, letting it slide out of her mouth effortlessly.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"Mmmmm," he replied. "I'm just starting. I, um, hope your friend doesn't grow impatient easily."
She had to think for just a moment about to whom he was referring.
Then she realized ... Jimmy. It was revelatory to her that she had truly forgotten him ... for even that short a span of time.
He'd ceased to exist in her brain.
Had he ceased to exist out in the other room as well?
That was an intriguing thought.
She waited, still on her knees, for his next command.
He said, "You were beaten fairly hard, were you not?"
She nodded. "It ... I mean ... I kind of went along ... "
"Of course. You needn't explain. It is what it is, nothing more nor less."
"That doesn't really make sense," she said.
"But you still understood it, didn't you?"
She nodded.
He said, "I may elect to beat you myself ... (assuming here, that there would be a next time for them ... an assumption she had no intentions of refuting) "but for now, I would like simply to make love to you. Would you permit that?"
Would she PERMIT that?
How bizarre, he stood slowly and said, "How would you like me to get?"
He sat on the bed, cock projecting straight up into the air. "Sit on it."
She straddled his lap, placed one hand on his shoulders for balance and the other she wrapped around his cock, aiming it straight for her pussy.
He was right. Her cunt was extremely tender ... but the juices had grown sufficiently thick to lubricate her again.
And the raw membranes, while hurting still, blended the sensation with the higher experience of true arousal now, so that the pain served more as seasoning, adding a piquancy to an otherwise bland sauce.
She settled her cunt down onto his cock head now ... pressing lightly. He sat impassive ... content to allow her to set the pace.
His eyes never left hers.
She had never experienced such an excruciating gaze. There was energy flowing constantly into her mind as long as he stared at her in that manner.
It was awesome.
Not just the force of his cock flowing into her cunt, but all of him.
The totality of his being, assaulting her full force, a wave-front obliterating all resistance in its path.
He was powerful ... and his energy was only partly physical.
She couldn't hope to measure the full depth of his force, but she could feel the effects. He reached out and touched his fingers to her breasts now.
The raw flesh, so recently the target for Jimmy's wild and reckless lashings with the belt, felt healed anew as he touched her.
The sensation was still there, but now there was a new direction for it to take through her body and mind.
He stroked the tender areas, her nipples, the undersides of each mound, lightly, carefully.
Then he enclosed her breasts each in one of his palms. His fingers extended spider-like around the contours of her globes of flesh, pressing in at the fingertips.
But the pressure remained carefully measured. Not exactly light ... just carefully measured.
He pulled his hands away, letting the tips of his fingers maintain contact the whole distance.
Finally they were at the tips of her nipples.
He pinched them a little more forcefully now.
Not hard, however.
But she sensed that there was untapped energy in those fingers. That he gave her but a glimpse of their full potential.
His restraint was more delicious than if he had unleashed the full force all at once.
He allowed her to contemplate those greater heights, allowed her to fantasize ... to anticipate ... to yearn for it.
She had his glands inside her cunt now, and as she lowered herself farther and farther onto the shaft, the thing began to split the inner walls of her pussy.
It was as though the whole of his cock, each point along the surface was communicating directly with her cunt walls ... sending electric sensations deeper and deeper into her pussy chamber.
He moved his hips slightly then, letting her feel his cock, but he refrained from plunging too deeply into her cunt.
His eyes held her gaze, his fingers stroked hypnotically over the surface of her breasts now.
Back and forth, tracing circles that enlarged with each stroke, then shrank back again ... reaching the circumference of her nipples ... then enlarging, then shrinking back, then enlarging ...
One after the next, moving around and around, tracing the outer ridge now ... along the underside, back along the top curve, drawing back again to a tight ring the size of her nipples.
She closed her eyes, letting the sensations seep through her.
Meanwhile her cunt moved up and down over his cock. Up ... down ... up ... down ... up ... down ... up ... down ... up ... down ... up ... down ...
She forgot herself. She lost track of time.
It as a sensation of floating, not in space, but inside herself, a drawing in of her extremities ... a condensing of her essence to a single point. The primal point.
She spun about herself now ... a planet forming about its axis.
And yet, this was the opposite process, not a coming together but a scattering.
Atom by atom, cell by cell, she felt herself coming apart, disintegrating, succumbing to the electric force surging through her nerves now, charging her entire body.
"Oh ... God ... " she moaned.
He smiled, a strange smile, but one that reassured her nonetheless.
She dropped down farther on his cock, resuming the up and down movement.
It was about halfway in now.
Her legs were beginning to grow weary.
She finally let herself fall the last distance.
Now his own body movements began to work against hers, and once more she sensed that uncanny ability to mesh perfectly with her.
"How do you know?" she asked, letting his cock blend into her, combine with the walls of her cunt, as though together they were a single organ.
"Know? I do not understand."
"How can you tell what I'm going to do?"
"But you haven't all that many options, do you?"
"That's not what I mean. You know how to match me perfectly."
He smiled.
"You worry about things, don't you?"
"That's not worrying."
He said, "I do what I do because you do what you do."
She frowned. "That's another one of those things that doesn't say anything."
"What we are doing cannot be put into words."
"We're fucking?"
He shook his head, eyes boring into her brain.
And she fell into his lap, leaning forward. She pushed him over backwards.
As he lay out on his back his cock slid up into her pussy.
He said, "Yes ... you have me ... all of me. Do you like it?"
"And HOW!" she responded. "Don't ever take it out."
He lay there a moment, then brought his legs up, bending them at the knee.
This pushed his cock still farther into her cunt.
He reached behind her and gripped her buttocks, using them as hand supports.
Her pelvis thus anchored, he began to actively fuck her now, rolling hips to fit into the contours of her crotch, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, pressing finally against the back wall of her pussy.
The juices gushed out around the sides of the thick shaft, dribbling over the surface of her lips.
She pressed against his body as hard as she could.
She matched her clit to his pubic bone, pressing even harder.
She groaned.
Her body shuddered.
Juices coated her crotch, her thighs.
His cock filled her pussy. Not the outer lips, which Jimmy had savaged ... the inner walls, which had remained unviolated but for Jimmy's cock.
Now, it was her inner walls that tingled and sizzled and ached with desire.
His cock relentlessly plowed into her, pulled back out, and then plowed into her again.
As she fell forward, her breasts flopped into his mouth.
He began to suck on them.
She lowered her torso, giving him access to more of her breasts.
He sucked harder ... harder ... harder ...
His teeth began to do to her breasts what she'd done to his cock. He scraped them over the surface, harder ... harder ...
He bit down now, timing it perfectly with the inward thrust of his cock.
The blaze of sensation thus unleashed between her legs merged with the searing heat rising in her nipples now, and the combined effect was joyous ... pleasurable.
She cried out.
"Ohhhhh God!!"
He never wavered. She cried again.
His cock kept coming on, never wavering.
She cried once more.
"It's good ... so good ... so good ... " she said.
He said, "You like my cock?"
"Oh God ... yes ... yes ... "she gasped, her voice scarcely able to accommodate the tumble of words spilling over her lips.
His cock broke rhythm suddenly, surprising her.
"What ... ?"
But before she could get it out, he slammed it back into her, driving all the way to the bottom of her cunt well with a single thrust.
She screamed once more.
He plowed harder into her.
Again ... again ... and again ...
And she was coming.
Her hips worked with fierce determination against the shaft, grinding down onto him.
Over and over and over again ... harder ... harder ...
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " she said, the blinding light filling her mind.
He pounded his cock into her as well ... and then, there was a sudden thickness spilling out of her pussy ... and she knew he had more.
She floated, she was drifting ... she felt the jism rushing over the surface of her pussy, and she knew that, whoever this stranger was, he was someone she wanted to follow ... she wanted him to be hers ... and she was ready to follow him ... wherever he wanted her to go.
Somehow, she was having trouble, already, remembering who Jimmy was.
There was a knock on the door.
"Uh ... " said Jimmy's voice, hesitantly ... not quite certain of his ground. "Everything all right in there?"
Carlos smiled. Tanya, lying on the bed, looked up at him. He had been sitting next to her, softly stroking her hair, speaking in a low, gentle voice.
Now he turned to the door and said, unhurriedly, "It's fine man, I'll be out in a moment."
Nothing came from the other side.
He turned back to Tanya and said, "We don't need him ... do we?"
Her heart jumped.
He wasn't kidding. "You mean it?"
He said, "Of course."
She said, "Why waste our time with him?"
"Well ... "
Inside she was spinning, whirling violently as though in the center of a vortex.
He said, "I won't take 'no' for an answer.
"Well ... " she said, "in that case ... I don' suppose I have any choice do I?"
"Always there is a choice. You, however, have chosen wisely. Haven't you?"
And she nodded her head ...