His To Shatter (19 page)

The garment hung sadly off my shoulders as
Girard lowered his mouth to my breasts. He kissed the tops of them,
his tongue dancing against my skin. He let my hands go, and I knew
well enough to brace myself. As I supported myself by grabbing onto
the doorframe, Girard reached around my body and unhooked my bra. I
could feel his erection pressing against my groin as he tossed the
bra far across the room. He took my breasts in his eager hands,
kneading them firmly. His fingers tightened around my hard nipples
and I bit my lip as he pinched them. It was a sharp pain that
coursed through me like an electric shock, but I loved it. I bit
down harder, adding a jolt of my own pain to the mix. Girard
grinned at me and knocked my hands from their perch.

I leaned back against the doorframe, and
shrugged off the ruined dress. I was almost naked before him, save
my skimpy panties. And even those were practically useless,
soaked-through as they were. The spot between my legs was slick
with wanting him, with wanting his touch, whether it was rough or
not.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Stand up straight, for one,” he grinned.

I did so, straightening my spine at his
command. It was so hard not to leap at him, to throw myself into
his arms. Girard’s eyes raked across my body, drinking in the sight
of me naked in his kitchen of all places. The strangeness of this
encounter was only making me hotter for him. I’d come to his house
expecting a fight or a farewell. But this was definitely more to my
liking by a long shot.

“Turn around,” he said. I did, and found
myself facing a darkened hallway. “Walk,” he commanded. I put one
foot in front of the other and began to walk away from him, into
the darkness. I could feel him close behind me, but not touching. I
could tell that he was withholding his hands from me, making me
absolutely wild for him by doing so. I could hardly control my
staggered breaths as we waded further into the darkness. Where on
earth could we be going? The bedroom was upstairs.

I held my hands out in front of me, to make
sure that I would hit anything in the dark. I could feel Girard’s
hot breath on the back of my neck, and the closeness of him had me
practically dripping with desire. My palms flattened against a
wooden surface—a door.

“May I go inside?” I asked. I was getting a
hang of this.

“You may,” he said.

I fumbled for the door knob and twisted. The
door swung open, and I stepped across the threshold. For a moment,
there was only more darkness. But then Girard flipped a switch on
the wall and sent a fireplace—like the one in his bedroom—crackling
to life. The orange glow of the fire spread across the space, and
my eyes must have grown as wide as saucers.

The room was smaller than his bedroom had
been, and more intimate by far. The walls were a dark mahogany, and
the floor was covered in a plush carpet of crimson. At the center
of the room stood a low, circular bed—no pillows to be found here,
as I gathered this wasn’t a place for sleeping. The fire crackled
on the far side of the room, casting shadows on the high walls. And
what hung on those walls is what made the room particularly
exciting.

All around the room, the walls were covered
with devices I’d never seen, at least not in person. A long row of
whips hung like pool cues to my right, and handcuffs in all
different shapes and sizes to my left. There were blindfolds, too,
and restraints. I couldn’t believe my eyes—

A brief moment of panic hit me as I took in
those racks of tools and toys. Was I really about to submit to all
this? I stole a glance at Girard, and he seemed to note my
concern.

“You know how to stop this,” he said. I could
hear the worry at the edges of his voice. I drew myself up and met
his gaze, determined.

“I said that I wanted this,” I told him, “And
I do. I want to show you—”

“Good,” he grinned, closing the door behind
him. “Go stand by the bed.”

I did so, taking my time crossing the room. I
turned back to him, awaiting my next command. The pounding of my
heart drowned out any objections that my mind might have to my
situation. Girard walked slowly toward me, letting his eyes travel
up and down the length of me. When he stood in front of me, he
paused for just a moment. Then I felt myself falling backwards as
he pushed me onto the bed. The surface was not incredibly soft, but
it was firm and forgiving. I lay back on the warm surface, and
Girard sank to his knees in front of me.

I held my breath as he brought his mouth
toward my belly. He leaned over me, letting his lips brush against
my skin. Goose bumps spread across my arms at his light touch, and
he moved his mouth down and down. I couldn’t help but spread my
legs for him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted. I felt his
teeth close down on the elastic of my panties, and moaned as he
began to tug them down my legs. They fell away from my body as
Girard eased them off, and I lay exposed before him, ready for
anything.

He tossed my panties across the room and
smiled down at me. He was still fully clothed, and it was thrilling
to be spread out before him like I was. He walked away from me
toward an assortment of restraints and carefully perused his
collection, making me wait for his touch. Finally, he pulled down a
leather strap and snapped it twice, testing its strength. I lay
perfectly still as he approached, and as he came toward me, he
tossed the strap on the bed. I raised my eyes to his, waiting to
see what would happen next. ‘“Pleasure yourself,” he said, catching
me off guard.

“What?” I asked.

“I can see how much you want me to bind you.
First, I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he clarified.

“Right now?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “And look into my eyes
as you do.”

I didn’t want to disappoint him now, and to
be honest my body was crying out for a certain place to be stroked.
Holding his gaze, I dropped my hands to my groin and, with a deep
breath, lay two fingers against that hard, throbbing little nub
there. I rolled the eager flesh under my fingers, sensation
spreading out through my body in all directions. It had been so
long since I’d gotten myself off without some battery-operated
assistance. As I kneaded that tender spot, Girard began to unbutton
his expensive shirt. As the firm panes of his chest were exposed, I
could feel the heat beginning to build in the core of me. He
undressed as I continued to look him in the eye, struggling to
focus as the waves of pleasure threatened to sweep me away. He
kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers to the floor,
revealing that gorgeous, massive manhood I was so craving.

The sight of Girard, standing ready and hard
before me, sent me straight over the edge. With a final, forceful
flick, I came right in front of him, writhing with abandon. As my
every cell was jolted with the intensity of my orgasm, I felt
Girard fall to his knees beside me. He grabbed my wrists and yanked
me up to sitting before him. I could hardly keep my eyes from his
hard, throbbing member. Though I’d just had a wonderful release, I
knew that it wouldn’t be enough. I needed Girard, and only Girard.
He wrapped the leather restraint around my wrists and tightened it,
making sure that I was securely bound. I winced at the tightness of
the strap, but didn’t say a peep. I looked up at him, waiting for
my next instruction.

“Lay down,” he said. I made to lean back
against the bed, but he shook his head. “No,” he said, “On your
stomach.”

I obediently flipped over and rested my cheek
against the mattress. Girard grabbed my hip and swung my body
around. He was kneeling over me, no longer in my field of vision. I
could feel him on my ass, and I knew that his member was just
inches away from being inside of me. I fought to urge to lean back
into him, to impale myself on his manhood. And I was rewarded for
my composure as he rested two thick fingers against my wet slit. He
ran his fingertips along the length of me, and I moaned in delight
and anticipation. He lifted my ass, prompting me to my knees before
him. I gasped as he slid his fingers deep into me, probing and
stroking my silky flesh. It was a completely different sensation,
feeling him behind me. I closed my eyes tight, and suddenly the
world shrunk down to our two bodies.

“Do you like it from behind?” he asked,
plunging his fingers deeper.

“Yes,” I breathed, “Yes, yes...”

“Do you want me to fuck you from behind?”

“Yes!” I cried. I had never made love this
way, didn’t know what it might feel like. But I was about to find
out. As the leather bit painfully into my wrists, Girard withdrew
his masterful fingers, I felt the tip of his cock against my
wetness. He held me steady, with his hands planted firmly on my
hips, and I braced knees against the mattress.

Girard plunged into me from behind, and I
couldn’t stop the deep groan that escape my throat. He went so much
deeper than he had only the night before. From behind, he was
practically splitting me in two. And I got the feeling that he was
just getting started with me. He thrust into me again, pulling my
hips back toward him as he did. I screamed again, unable to keep
quiet when met with such deep stimulation. I didn’t know it was
possible to feel him so far in, so deep down in my body. Girard
bucked against me, driving further and further. I bounced on his
hard member, my mouth hanging open in ecstasy. My cheek was pressed
firmly against the mattress, my hands clasped in front of me as if
in prayer.

The first spank didn’t even register at
first. I felt the sharp, satisfying pain, then a moment of shock.
When I felt my ass begin to sting I realized what had happened. I
wrenched my face toward Girard and saw him raise his opened palm
again. I knew that I should have felt hurt, or violated, or
something...but all I could think in that moment was that I wanted
more. I smiled at him as he drove deep into me, telling him that it
was OK.

He grinned back and brought his hand swinging
down to meet the bare skin of my ass, just as he reached the peak
of a particularly deep thrust. The world turned to liquid around me
and I was swallowed up by the thrill, the sensation of it. That
intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure was going to drive me
absolutely mad. Girard was rocking into me with all his might,
matching every thrust with a firm spank. I gave up trying to
control myself and howled out into the fire-lit darkness. The
spanking stopped as Girard began to drive into me with abandon;
faster, deeper, faster, deeper—

The warm spray covered my back as Girard came
gushingly. My surprise soon gave way to pleasure as I felt his cum
spread across my naked skin. I fell forward onto the mattress,
spent by Girard’s fucking. He collapsed beside me, smoothing my
hair out of my face. My hands were still bound beneath me, and I
smiled at him through the haze of pleasure that was hanging thickly
around us. A long moment passed, the only sounds were our wheezing
breath and the crackling fire.

“You liked it?” he asked, though he already
knew the answer.

“Yes,” I said, “Oh, yes.”

“I’m so glad,” Girard said. “I was so worried
that you’d be driven away.”

“Driven away?” I said, slightly out of
breath.

“Once I showed you this part of me,” he
said.

“Girard,” I said, rolling onto my side to
face him. “That’s crazy.”

He unfastened my restraints, and I pulled
myself toward him on the bed.

“Why crazy?” he asked, tucking a stray lock
of ash blonde hair behind my ear.

“You’ve shown me a secret, guarded part of
you. One that I get to share. Not just witness, or tolerate, or
ignore...I get to be a part of this,” I told him, holding his
intent gaze. “I’m so lucky.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
toward him, enveloping me in a crushing embrace. We stayed that way
for a long while, soaking up each others’ gratitude. I’d been so
concerned all day that he was turning cold on me, placing work and
business before us. But I’d had it all wrong. He had been distant
to avoid hurting us, because he thought I wouldn’t want this part
of him. It was exactly the opposite, though. I loved this part of
him, and I wanted to be privileged to it. It was a privilege, one
that I was very happy to have bestowed upon me.

“Come on,” he said, picking himself up off
the bed. “I could use a shower.”

I let him lead me back through the house,
laughing as we passed my discarded layers of clothing thrown all
about. “You owe me a dress,” I said playfully, as we walked by the
ripped garment.

“So I do,” he said. “Why don’t we go shopping
for a new one on Sunday.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, the sudden
weight of impending sorrow slammed into me. “Girard,” I said
quietly, “I’m leaving on Saturday.”

We were standing naked on the stairs of his
town home as he realized. “Oh,” he said simply.

“What does ‘oh’ mean?” I asked.

“It means...that’s a bit of a difficulty,
isn’t it?”

“That’s an understatement,” I said.

“Well, you’re not going back, are you?” he
said.

“Of course I am,” I said, incredulously.

“But that only gives us a couple of days
together,” he said.

“I suppose we’d better make it count, then,”
I answered.

He smiled at me, but there was a sadness
hanging over us now, a dark looming cloud. I hoped that he would
find some way to keep us together in the end. We could figure
something out, we just had to. But for that moment, a shower was
all that either of us could think of. We flew up the rest of the
stairs to the master bathroom. I was hardly surprised to see that
it was as ornate and beautiful as an ancient bathhouse. Girard
walked over to the hot tub-sized bath and began to fill it with hot
water. I looked around the room as the mirrors began to steam up.
Jars and vials lined the shelves, containing creams and salts and
oils. I couldn’t believe that I got to spend time in the midst of
such opulence. My idea of indulgence, where cosmetics were
concerned, had always been 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner. This was
too much.