Delusion of Illusion
“What’s the matter? You haven’t said anything to me for the past two days,” I ask collecting Isabel’s used dishes.
She lifts her head and gives me a look as if the answer should be an obvious one. “You haven’t spoken to me in the past two days.”
Festering in my silence, I gather what I came for and turn towards the door. Isabel is oblivious to what’s happening right now. I want to keep it like that, for a while at least. I came straight to Isabel After leaving Ivy, Blue, and Charlie at the house and was surprised to see this place in a complete wreck.
“Wait?” The words are almost too low to be heard.
Almost.
“Yes?” I ask, with my back still facing her.
She’s quiet for prolonged minute or so.
What is she afraid to ask me?
“Beat me.” Her whisper resonates within my soul. She evokes the darkness inside of me with two words. The images of her beautiful flesh marked by me are flashing through my head. It’s enough to proceed. I don’t. As much as it kills me, I don’t act on them. I need to know where this is coming from.
“Why?”
“I want…” She takes a deep breath as if she’s struggling to get the words out. “You like to hurt me. I know this. You haven’t been yourself lately. I want to be the outlet for you. I want to take your pain away.”
My throat constricts and I have thoughts of taking advantage of Isabel’s soft confession with every inappropriate scenario flashing through my mind’s eye. “Why?” Seems to be the only thing I can say.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore. If I have to sacrifice my body for only a moment of your time…then sacrificing my flesh is worth a few bruises to me.”
The dishes burst against the floor, shattering instantly. She stiffens when I embrace her with more force than needed. A perverse side of me takes over and rules every thought I now have. Pressing my lips to the shell of her ear I whisper, “You want to be my outlet? You want to sacrifice your body? Fine. I will not stop you, nor will I convince you otherwise. You say you want my time. Well, you’re going to earn every minute of it.” Grasping her jaw, I lift her face towards me and search her eyes. They’re hypnotizing midnight green almost black in color and just as beguiling and cheerless as I imagined. The depth of mystery she holds within those dark orbs has the potential to bring a man down to his knees and beg permission to explore such an unfathomable gift.
The unlimited power I want to wield over her is potent enough to get drunk on. I have never known intoxication of this quality before. This feeling of infinite domination is hazardous. It’s like flying too close to the sun. My wings are going to burn if I decide the magnificent view is impossible to turn away from. The effect it has on me is indescribable and impossible to fully grasp.
Guiding her face up toward mine, I kiss her mouth and close my eyes from the headiness of it all. Her lips taste of sweet peaches from the bowl of sliced fruit she just consumed. Isabel stiffens and then slowly relaxes into the kiss. I pull back and stare at her just as she begins to respond.
Her pupils dilate as I peer into her enigmatic eyes and, at this very moment, I make a choice. I decide the view of the sun is worth burning for.
***
Isabel
After stripping naked, Hunter blindfolds me with a silk scarf and then he leads me by the collar to one of the bedposts. He brings my arms around it and links my metal cuffs together. I have no choice but to hug the wooden beam. My breathing comes out in little gasps. He hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Isabel,” he says into my ear.
Shuddering from the warmth of his breath against my sensitive skin and the heady proximity of his presence, I mumble a quiet, “Yes.”
“Since this is not a punishment, you have a right to a safe word. I assume you know what a safe word is. Pick one. Now.” His words are clipped and impatience. I don’t have a clue as to what I’m getting myself in.
“Salvation.” Hunter told me he was my salvation. I’m not fond of that idea and this is the safest way to be vocal about it.
He presses a warm palm in the center of back, causing goose bumps to race over my skin. “Clever girl.”
Shit.
He catches on fast.
I take that back, maybe in this instant this is the worst time to be vocal about anything. His fingers caress my back and then gently expand over my ribs. My heart sighs and I sway on the balls of my feet, intoxicated by a simple touch. “What are you thinking, Hunter?” The silence is too loud. I need him to say something.
I need him to talk to me.
I need him to love me.
“I’m thinking—” his lips glide over the tops of my shoulders and then he bites down on the small of my back“—that you bare back will be a lovely canvas to display my welts and bruises.” Stifling a moan, I lean into the bedpost to keep my knees from buckling.
My heart races when he removes his hand and whispers against the skin of my neck, “I’m going to beat you now.”
God, he’s going to beat me and I asked for it. How pathetically weak can I be? Why the hell am I seeking solace from my tormenter? Hunter’s going to break me. I gave him permission to rupture me and he’s going to love every moment of it…
The first strike of fire lands across my back, robbing me of oxygen. My muscles tense from the sharp pain. The second one is all-too soon and extracts breathy gasps from me. It feels like I’m being whipped with several strips of suede made of flames.
What is he beating me with?
Standing on the tips of my toes, I arch my back when the third blow erupts behind my knees. The pain doesn’t fade. It builds the more I anticipate it. With each lick of fire, I stop caring about the number of hits and stop thinking about the moment it will be over. I flinch with each strike until I stop bracing for the next one and lose myself to the blazing fire. I no longer endure the pain.
I accept it.
I welcome it.
I thrive in it.
By accepting it, I find a new discovery. Underneath the blaze of pain lies a peaceful haze and within this haze I bask there and drown.
***
Hunter
Dropping the flogger on the floor, I stagger back, fully captivated by the scene before me. Isabel’s flying. I’ve never accomplished subspace with anyone before. Not even Ivy. She loves pain; Ivy can’t get enough of it. Ivy is too much of masochist.
Strands of dark hair stick to her redden glistening back. Isabel’s pose is angelic, one of a fallen angel whose wings are now severed. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her entire body trembles and she sags against the bedpost. That pulls me from my trance.
After undoing her cuffs and removing the blindfold, I prop my back against the wall with Isabel in my lap. I cuddle her to my chest and whisper reassurances in her ear while I stroke her wet hair. She turns her body into mine, seeking warmth. Removing my shirt, I wrap her in it. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you, Isabel. So Proud.” She mumbles disjointed words as she nuzzles into me. “You’ve done well. Shh. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. You have me right here with you.”
All her responses are incoherent while she’s in this state. But Isabel manages to make out three words with absolute clarity. “I want you.”
Her eyes are glazed over with a barely contained passion I’ve never known. I watch her tears glide down the side of her face and into her hairline, I can’t refuse her. I would be a fool to. I lift her trembling lips to mine and whisper against them, “You have me.”
My hand drops between her legs and I run a finger trough her slit. She’s soaked. I dip two fingers inside of her and swirl. She groans, coming instantly. I strip off my trousers and pull down my boxers. My cock springs free like an escaped wild animal searching for vengeance for whoever placed him behind bars.
Lying Isabel flat on her back on the floor, I grip the backs of her thighs, pulling her down towards me and spreading her legs nice and wide. I grip the base of my dick harshly, wanting to chastise it for causing all this trouble and making me so idiotically stupid.
But there’s no time for that.
Moving forward, I push inside of Isabel. She moans, shutting her eyes. Her internal muscles contract around me and I have to fight the urge to come. She’s so fucking tight and slick. Isabel’s heaven. I can fuck her until the sun rises and sets again and again, still never having enough.
Her fingers curl in my hair and tug hard by the roots. A grunt leaves my lips and I hiss from the ache throbbing through my scalp and shooting straight to my dick. I redirect her arms, bringing them around me so she can hold my sides or back. “Be my good girl and keep your hands there for me,” I say, placing a kiss on her parted lips.
She nods and bends her head down to witness me effortlessly sliding in and out of her. “You’re so big.”
There’s a sense of awe and fear in her voice and I can’t suppress my smile or laugh. “Tell me you love my cock, Isabel.”
She vigorously shakes her head; her eyes lift and narrow at me. She scolds me in her own way.
I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing and smiling once more. My hand reaches out to swiftly capture her jaw. I stare into her wide green-hazel eyes. “No, baby?”
Isabel shakes her head again.
Moving forward, I force her lips open and thrust my tongue in her mouth. She surprises me when she doesn’t pull away. No. Isabel starts to suck on my tongue, loving every second of it. I harshly roll her nipples between my pinched fingers and she cries out. I shove even harder into her, hitting her cervix and grinding down into her, giving her all my weight. “You love my dick. Say it.”
“Fuck,” she groans, tossing her head back and squeezing her eyes closed. She places her hands on top of mine to keep me from squeezing her nipples.
“Aw. My baby and her poor nipples,” I whisper, laughing in her ear, thrusting deeper into her and biting down on the side of her neck and breasts until I leave red marks all over her flesh. Her pussy is grasping the hell out of me as she climaxes. She feels ridiculously good; her pussy is a vice made precisely to fit the mold of my dick. I almost come. But I don’t. I stifle my orgasm and continue to savagely push into her, releasing a nipple to ruthlessly rub her swollen clit.
“I love your cock!” she creams through her tears, her arousal running all over my hand.
“It loves you, too,” I laugh breathlessly in her ear, coming inside her. I still pump in and out of her wet heat, riding the waves of my orgasm. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and grinds down on me, using my softening cock to come again.
Fuck.
I don’t think I can stop if I tried.
Isabel’s going to be the death of me.