Beast of Venery (18 page)

              His silence stretched on until his mouth found her butt cheek once more, nibbling and teasing, as if his mouth was on autopilot while his mind was working hard.

              “Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded into the bed sheets.

              “Yes.” She answered and pushed her behind backwards until she felt the warm skin of his face, and the rasp feel of his stubble nudge her between her legs.

              “Remember,” he said softly. “We're making new memories. Just you and me.”

As a response he slid the two fingers down to her pussy once more, dove in, and let them move in and out of her until she clutched the sheets hard in her hands and screamed out his name.

              In that instance he moved his fingers back up to find her second opening again, and this time his two fingers were allowed inside with ease.

              That night, he played her in any and all of the wicked games his mind could come up with, until they'd both collapsed on the bed, desperately sucking in every single molecule of oxygen that made up the warm air mass of the room. Afterwards, he took her to the kitchen, placed her face up on the table, smothered her with homemade cherry jam, his favorite, and devoured it all until her body was clean and shiny. His mouth searched and tasted nooks and crevices everywhere on her soft body where the smooth liquid could possibly hide.

              Throughout the night, he took her this way and that, here and there around the house. Tried oral, anal, straight sex, until her legs went wobbly, and she breathlessly told him he had fucked her legs spent.

              Hours of low, dirty, seductive whispering went by making her insides quiver, building her up once more towards the point where one handful of her hair in his powerful grip and a small teasing bite of the sensitive skin on her upper back knocked her flat and alienated her from the world below her. One word, one teasing bite, and she had come like a running freight train down a steep hill without any breaks stopping the impact.

              He magically opened up a hidden treasure chest filled with delicious naughtiness she could roam through for eternity.

Chapter 11

              With Andy growing his business, working at different locations around the state most of the time, Danielle spent whole days to herself just focusing on deepening her knowledge and customer contact needed to successfully run her business she was so adamant on creating before Brian had re-entered their lives and put a halt to things. Small things like creating new font heads on the computer, or testing out new paper materials were things that kept her busy most of the time now that the printing business  seemed to bloom ever since the restaurant opening which sent tons of new businesses her way.

              '
If that night just could have ended better: no break-in, no Brian taking her over the dining room table in front of an infuriated Andy, and no recovery period afterward.'
She thought.
Even though enough time had passed since the home intrusion, and her hands were healed, she continued seeing a therapist on a regular basis to talk things over with. Together they worked on getting her into another mind set with new perspectives on the images and thoughts that still lingered in her memory.

              Keeping up with her business once again made her mind drift away from the horrifying memories of the past, and allowed her to focus on something else than herself for a change. Something completely different. Wilting around at home, with nothing to do, with a racing mind, was the ultimate torture.

              She loved staying a busy bee working physically with her hands. Everything seemed to finally come into order after Brian's mistreatment that first awful night he visited their home.

              She and Andy were doing surprisingly well and somehow the crisis and tumult let their relationship grow even deeper. They discovered how to work together through the darkness and find each other again on the other side. Still hand in hand, although on a slightly uphill stride, this was their proof of commitment to each other. Just like they had promised in front of God, the minister, and their family the day they got married.

              The early days of fall had left her little nook of the world in a nice breeze. She had the windows open in the garage allowing the wind to flow through the space. Working for clients while thinking of Andy made happiness spread throughout her whole body. She even noticed her lips form a slight smile as she was flipping through binders of paint choices for printing paper and backgrounds for business fliers.

              If someone would have peeked through the window at that moment, they'd probably think she was high on something having a crooked grin plastered on her face. Not only were she and Andy deeply in love once again, but they appreciated each other more than before, knowing that things could all have ended fatally that night Brian broke into the house. Knowing his current location in state prison, behind bars, without a chance to get close to either of them, allowed her to put the usual guard down and maybe even dream a little about her milestone birthday coming up in just a few days. Life really seemed to settle quite nicely albeit Brian's latest escapade inside their home and inside her body.

              The 'letting her mind drift back to horrifying events at the push of a button' had to stop, and in her daily battles she made herself snap out of it to focus on work and what had to be done. Her therapist gave her a tight bracelet to use whenever the anxiety and panic started to stir deep inside her, twisting her stomach into a tight knot. By making a single snap using the tight bracelet against the thin skin of her arm she brought herself back to reality. Maybe that type of therapy wouldn't work in the long run, but for the moment it helped her stay away from her worst maddening dark daydreams and focus on what was happening in her current state. Focus on now and not dwindle in the past. She was happy work kept her extremely busy. It made her mind stay preoccupied.

              Pink and gold hues would be perfect for her new client expecting to get married within the next eight months. The new client had specifically requested Danielle's design talent and printing service for everything regarding her wedding after the success that had come with the invitations for the restaurant downtown. The sweet girl wanted everything from wedding invitations, to place cards for the table, to thank you cards for guests. It was all too perfect for Danielle who was secretly hoping for more wedding business than anything else.

              Working with soon-to-be-brides always seemed to make her think back to her romantic wedding day when she married her own Mr. Dreamy.

              Their wedding was such a wonderful occasion. A low profile, backyard affair at his brother's farm, with acres and acres of green land. Andy and his brother built a wooden arch and his sister and mother decorated it with Danielle's favorite flowers; faded pink tulips and small branches of pink almond blossoms. The flowers matched both her bouquet and the silk waistband around her ivory white dress she had worn the afternoon of their nuptials.

              Andy wore a simple dark navy colored suit, instead of the traditional black, and had tied his signature blonde strands back in a small pony tail. On his mother's request he even shaved for the occasion, but promised Danielle, who loved his stubble, he would leave the razor blade alone as soon as the wedding was over. Their beard conversation that day was quite memorable.

              “That stubble looks so good on your face it's like my ovaries are screaming – come fertilize me now! Please don't shave it off, please, pretty please, with some sugar on top.”

              “My mom already told me I had to shave it, otherwise she wouldn't attend the wedding, babe. You know how stubborn she can be.”

              “Hey, are you marrying your mom or me?”

              “Eww, that's disgusting! Don't you ever make me think of my mom that way. Ever.” With a disgusted face he twisted up a smile in the mirror, foaming up his face for the shave.

              “Promise you grow it out again as soon as you can. There is nothing better than kissing that stubble, and feeling it rub its way all over my skin.” She let her body release a sensational shiver while she bit her lower lip hard.

              “Oh yeah, you like that huh?” The hand lathering his face with white foam made a slight pause.

              “Mhm.” She nodded, agreeing happily with his statement. “You moving that face of yours, rubbing that rough hair between my legs could make me come just thinking about it. Your facial hair is like my personal, good looking vibrator.”

              Watching her in the mirror running a hand through her hair he turned on the water in the sink and washed off all the foam he just spread across his face so deliberately.

              “What are you doing? You just said your mom told you to shave?”

              “Let's put this beard to work one last time before I have to shave it off.” Using the soft towel next to the sink he rubbed off the last part of the shaving cream and turned to her, rubbing his chin slowly with his fingers.

              “What do you mean?” She said teasingly.

              “Remove your panties.” With his other hand he pointed at her crotch, and waited for her to follow directions.

              “Remove. Your. Panties.” His slug smile caused her to shiver once again, melting into a warm puddle at the spot. Oh yeah, two could play this game. Pulling down her white lace panties from underneath her skirt she tossed them aside and rubbed her hands over the front of her skirt, letting the fabric touch between her legs.

              Without saying a word, he took the two last steps that separated their space, knelt down in front of her and let his big hands move up underneath her skirt. Slowly he caressed her thighs, pushing up the fabric of the skirt with the same movement.

              The last thing she remembered before her head fell backwards against the bathroom wall was his dark eyes meeting hers, and the tip of his nose burying itself between her legs. His rough facial hair rubbed over the most sensitive part of her entire body making her tremble with arousal, a deep moan escaping her mouth, “Oh, holy fuuuuck.”

              She couldn't recall how long he tongued her while she leaned against the wall, or rubbed his luscious beard over her folds. She could only recall how her quivering body eventually slumped forward, her arms cradled his head and shoulders, and how she came with full force on his face still buried at the apex of her thighs.

              Waiting for her to come back from her high, he let the rough hair on his chin move around her wet folds once more, nudging her over-sensitive clit until she pushed him back using her hands and told him she couldn't take any more of his marvelous treatment.

              Standing up he held her slack body in his arms, and sported a wide smile while rubbing a hand over his moist beard, promising he would never shave again unless she requested so seeing how well she responded to having his unshaven face between her legs. Breathlessly she thanked him for that, and felt a last orgasmic quiver move down through the muscles of her inner thighs, before she released herself from his arms to let him move back to the sink and reapply the shaving cream and continue his shave.

              His mom could make rules for the wedding, but from that day on the only opinions he would ever listen to again would come from his wife. 

              Their wedding had taken place in the end of spring, producing an abundance of tulips suited for their ceremony. Now, this new client and bride-to-be would have the same wonderful experience during the same time of the year as her. With any luck she might even be treated to the same oral care the night before her wedding as well.

              Circling the correct hues in the binder, laying flat open on the wooden desk in front of her, she quickly closed it, and squeezed it under her arm. With car keys in hand she decided to run downtown visiting the paper warehouse in the old brick house district, and check-out what was in stock that could possibly suit her client. If nothing felt right she would make an order of what she needed for the upcoming event and have it in no time. Nothing else than perfection would suit a nervous new bride, she knew that first hand, so she'd better get a head start on things and make certain she got the print outs for the invitations ready as soon as possible.

              The sun was set at midday on the blue sky and her good mood had her drumming a light beat with her fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with one of the new songs from her favorite rock band, 'Nocturnal Animals', blasting from the radio. She felt content and happy. Not to say excited about the future, really. This new feeling of joy started to grow inside her after the legal matters regarding Brian were through.

              The long period of trials and jury deliberations, where they paid close attention to his insults and violence, were plain awful to sit through, but were finally settled many months ago. The fact that he was not going to be bothering her or Andy anymore made her smile occur more often than ever. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore.