Chapter 18
Stephen was waiting for her in front of the theatre. He smiled happily when he saw her and held out his arms to embrace her. They kissed hard, savoring each other's tongues, and the soft passion of their lips, then, arm in arm, they walked inside and like a couple of teenagers they necked in the balcony.
The movie let out, and after a snack they made their way back to the hotel. Stephen got a huge "do not disturb sign" and posted it smack in the middle of the door.
"We got all night baby, and I'm not in the mood to be interrupted." Stephen was looking at Claudie hungrily. She sure had changed, and it wasn't for the worse. She had a kind of sex appeal now that she had never had before. She looked like a woman who wanted to get fucked, and did a good job.
Stephen wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly on her full moist lips.
"Harder, baby. Bite my tongue," Claudie begged. Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, was running through her head.
Stephen was confused. How could he hurt her if he loved her? He decided to try it for her sake.
He pushed Claudie down on the bed, and removed her dress. One of his hands held her wrists high above her head, and his teeth roamed all over her body, biting little pink buds of blood on her belly, making big red circles on the white flesh of her breasts, and causing the hard bullet-like nipples to rise high in the air and try to fly from the pain of his sharp nibbling.
Claudie was moaning softly, gratefully. Her legs had begun the ritual thrashing, and her cunt lips were already moist and aching.
"It feels so good baby. Mmmmm, more," and Stephen gave her what she wanted. A particularly painful bite on her tit made her cry out and Stephen slapped her hard across the face. "You wanted this baby now enjoy it. I'll make you appreciate a gentle fuck if I have to kick your tits inside out." He was furious. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt her, and that's what the crazy bitch wanted. He'd teach her a lesson she'd never forget.
Still holding her wrists he brought them down so that they rested on her belly. Then he moved his head lower, so that his hair brushed against the coppery mound that fluffed up over her cunt. First his tongue licked her, caressing all the crevices and swellings of her swollen juicy lips. Then the pointy tool darted deep inside and drops of the creamy fluid trickled down his thirsty throat. It knew just where to go. It pounded against the back walls and traced the grooves on the side. The whole cave was explored as his saliva mixed with the pearly drops of come that her body was producing in floods. He rolled her tiny clit between his lips and her thighs enfolded his head in an effort to swallow him up into her burning womb. Pinching them hard on the sensitive soft white insides she relaxed her headlock with a little cry of pain. Then he bit down hard on her clit, and this time the cry was for real. She screamed. And if he hadn't seen it coming the hotel might have come to her rescue. He clamped his hand down hard over her mouth, and the sound strangled in her throat.
"I'm going to hurt you so much you'll never ask me to again. I love you Claudie, but I can't live with you the way you are. You're going to change, and change fast." He punched her hard in the belly and as her body convulsed he rolled her over.
Then he saw the marks on her ass and he lost his head. He stuffed the sheet in her mouth and slid the belt out of his pants. One after another he laid it across her bitten cheeks, until huge red welts rose up all over her lower back, buttocks, and the tops of her thighs.
The pain was excruciating. At first she twisted, trying desperately to escape from the flood of blows raining from his hands. She was gagging on the cloth jammed in her mouth, and her face was completely bathed in salt tears. Then her body seemed to grow a little numb and all that she felt was a pleasant tingling that crawled up her skin. Her hips started to grind, and she wriggled her ass playfully up to his face.
Stephen had a huge hard-on. He felt as though he were about to burst. His clothes were off in a minute and he clasped his hungry cock hard in one hand. Moving his fingers quickly back and forth, the burning engine swelled even more, turning a fiery purple and red. He knelt down on the bed and let his tongue taste the flowing blood from once white cheeks. Drop by drop, he licked away until only the wide purplish welts were visible. Then he pushed his tongue against the entrance to her brown nut of an asshole. He licked hard and fast, but even his experienced tongue couldn't make much headway into that tight muscle. He decided that it was time to satisfy his prick, which was behaving just like a little kid in the ice cream section of a grocery store. He spread her cheeks wide, completely ignoring the flinching flesh under his angry fingers. Then he placed the huge tip at the entrance and drove in hard. With a yell that even the sheet couldn't entirely muffle, Claudie passed out. It had been just a little too much for even her to bear. Stephen pressed on, unaware of Claudie's condition. Not that he'd have stopped even if he had known. His need to get laid was too great. He rammed himself deep into her bowels, feeling the tight walls giving way and opening up for him as he moved in. It was soft, smooth and wet inside. Not at all like a cunt. Her asshole was so much tighter. It seemed to grab a hold of his prick and squeeze it until he thought he would surely have to come any second. The moist walls let him slide in easily, and with Claudie unconscious, all muscle control was gone. He felt his prick nestling into something warm and soft, and that finished him off. With a choking sob he rammed his way into the hilt and sent stream after stream of burning come deep into her bowels. Then he pulled out, and lay across the bed exhausted. Everything was covered with come. The sheets, Claudie's ass, her cunt, her thighs, his prick and legs, there was even some of the sticky liquid in his hair, and for the love of him he couldn't figure out how it got there.
"Claudie baby, I'm sorry," he whispered softly. There was no response, and suddenly afraid of what he might have done to her, he sat up and looked at the unconscious form.
She didn't seem to be hurt really. Just a little battered around the back and ass. He went into the bathroom and ran the tub half full of coldish water. "That oughta wake her up," he thought, and then he became very sad. "What got into me," he asked himself. "How could I have behaved so brutally."
He walked over to the bed and gently picked Claudie up in his arms. He carried her to the waiting tub, and slowly lowered her limp body into the chilly water. With a gasp and a sudden intake of breath Claudie came back to consciousness.
"Ow, damn it," she groaned and rubbed her painful backside. "What did you do to me?"
"I'm so sorry baby. I must have lost my mind, but when I saw those scratches and marks on you, I just went wild. Don't tell me about it. I don't want to know. Just don't ever let any one but me touch you again. And from what I did to you, you should think twice about me too."
"Don't feel bad, Stephen. It's my fault. You only gave me what I asked for. I'm crazy, Stephen. I don't know what's going to become of me. That was one of the best fucks I ever had, and it was almost all pain."
"We'll work it out together honey. Don't think about it any more. We'll have a lovely rest in San Francisco and then go back home and get married. Everything will work out fine."
"I hope so Stephen. I love you so much, baby. It terrifies me to think of losing you."
They lay in bed for the rest of the night, gently and lovingly making love. It was good, very good, but Claudie still felt as though something were missing. Somehow she had enjoyed herself more earlier that day.