Backed Redux - Chapter 29

As the following weeks passed, I started to look at Seth differently. The initial threesome – along with the two that came after, pun intended – had given me a taste of what I needed, and I wondered if I could stay with someone who wasn’t meeting both my emotional and physical needs.

Would it be enough to have others meet those needs when I had to look at him every day and know that I wanted him to meet them as well?

If the answer was no, what did that mean for us? Could I ask him to move out? Could I move out? The apartment we were in wasn’t that far out of reach for me financially, but his help made things comfortable, meant that I didn’t have to worry about money for the first time in my adult life. In the end, I decided I would just have to get used to it. I couldn’t keep banging my head against the same wall expecting different results, and I enjoyed having him around too much to break us up completely.

“Do you think I don’t see you over there staring at me?” Seth asked. It was after dinner on a Wednesday evening and I was sitting across from him on the couch. I hadn’t even realized I was staring at him.

“What? Oh, I was just staring off into space,” I said.

“Bullshit,” he said. “You’ve been moony and distant ever since you started seeing those two. Every time I look up, you have that same look on your face.”

“Amazing what good, regular sex can do for a girl, isn’t it?” I said. Seth raised an eyebrow and continued searching me for a better answer. “Seriously, it’s not that big of an apartment. There aren’t that many places to look.”

Seth nodded with a slight shrug then returned his attention to the television. I built up my courage while I waited for the next commercial break. If I had learned anything over the past few months, it was to find the confidence I needed for any given situation in myself. Seth hadn’t gotten me my job. I had gone in and convinced them I could do it and then proven myself. I had done a lot of work, both externally and internally and the results were obvious.

I had made friends, found my place, and rediscovered my real self, a self that had only been hinted at when I’d been in the community back home. I had started to genuinely like myself for the first time in my life and believe that I was a good and worthy person.

I was 34 and it was about damn time.

Now it was time to make sure Seth believed it too.  

“Is the fact that we both have other partners now the reason why you and I aren’t a thing?” I blurted out.

“It could be argued that you and I are a thing,” he replied with a grin.

“You know what I mean,” I said. “I’ve been in open relationships for as long as I’ve been kinky. It doesn’t bother me.”

Seth switched off the television and dropped his hands to his lap. “I told you before that none of this was part of my plan. Not you, not moving here, none of it.”

“So we’re back to it being my fault, is that – ”

“Let me finish,” he barked and stood to pace the room. “As a result, I’ve decided to take everything one step at a time, tread lightly you might say. I’ve tried to approach all of this logically.”

“And?” I asked. There had to be a point in there somewhere. Had I missed it?

“I think I’ve been waiting for you to fail,” he mused. I started to protest, but he cut me off. “That’s not the same as expecting you to, by the way. I knew you could do it. I hoped you would. But I don’t think I was prepared for you to actually get this far.”

I stood to meet his eyes more easily, challenge him if I had to. Because I still had no idea where he was going with this. “What are you saying then?” I asked.

“See, if you had failed, it would have been really easy to walk away,” he continued. “I knew how to do that. I would have blamed you, and life would have carried on the way it was supposed to.”

 “But because I haven’t …”

“I’m trying to figure out how to throw logic out the window,” he said as he advanced on me. “Because how did you put it on the way here? Who would want to start out this way?”

Who would want this as an origin story. That’s what I’d said. I stood by it too. This was not normal. This was not something we could tell our friends about while waxing romantic about true love overcoming all. “Right,” I muttered.

“This is crazy, right?” he asked, still advancing.

My back hit a wall. A few inches to the left and I would have been in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “That it is,” I said. It came out in a whisper.

“You just had to go and fuck everything up, didn’t you?” he said. The next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair, and he was kissing me. Devouring me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I reciprocated and moved my hands to his hips and then his back, drawing him even closer to me. When we finally came up for air, I was speechless.

His hand on my neck moved to my hair and he led me into my bedroom, practically dragging me. He could have been a caveman, minus the big club. He threw me onto the bed and then pounced on top of me, pinning me down by the wrists and straddling me with his legs. “Trying to get away from me?” he asked, his face about an inch away from my own.

“Never. Sir,” I whispered.

I was still catching my breath, still trying to believe this was actually happening. I could barely nod, let alone speak. He moved my arms so he was holding both wrists over my head with one of his hands and then slapped me hard. “Say it,” he growled. “I want you to beg me.”

“Please … I – I –”

“You knew what you wanted in my kitchen, and I’m willing to bet you know now,” he said. “Am I wrong?”

I struggled under his weight, tried to squirm or get my hands free but it was no use. “No,” I confessed, more confident now. “But I want more than a quick fuck now.”

Seth laughed that mirthless chuckle of his and released me. “We’ll get there,” he said. “Now get undressed.” Maybe another time I would perform a slow striptease for him, but this wasn’t the night for it. I sat up and tossed my sweater along with the rest of my clothes to the floor.

Without another word he repositioned me so my head was at the top of the bed. Again, he secured my wrists over my head but with the rope he had left attached to the headboard. “Is this your idea of an emergency?” I asked.

“You could say that,” he said then cupped my pussy in his fist while his lips wrapped around a nipple. His teeth bit down hard, and my back arched. I strained against the ropes and there was enough slack that, if I truly wanted out, I could probably figure out a way.

I didn’t.

Instead, I wrapped my legs around him, moaned in pleasure and kissed all the places I could reach. If he wanted my focus and attention, he had it. All I knew was that room. There was no time, no job tomorrow, no air except what he allowed me to have. We were the only two people in the world.

Finally, he sat up and started removing his clothes. I stared at his chest and the graceful definition of his abs and hips. I longed to reach out and hold him, caress him, place my lips on every inch of him. When he stood up and removed his pants, he was already hard.

When he walked out of the room, I assumed it was for toys or duct tape. My mind reeled with possibilities. He came back with a condom. In my haste, that had been the last thing on my mind, and I didn’t have any anyway. He placed it on the bedside table for safe keeping and straddled me again, grabbing my breasts and putting all his weight on them as he leaned down over me. I moaned and writhed, closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the pain. “Look at me,” he commanded. I did.

He squeezed harder and I winced but continued to match his gaze. He took it as a challenge and continued bearing down. I cried out and squirmed but there was no respite. Moving his body up mine, he placed his dick in my cleavage and clamped my breasts around it. “Maybe I should come on you and then leave you like this,” he whispered as he continued to thrust back and forth. “That would show you, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. Closing my eyes again, I enjoyed the motion of him on top of me. Just then, he grabbed my hair and pushed my head back, forcing me to cry out again. But the sound was soon muffled by his cock in my mouth. I gagged as he lowered himself and he slowed, giving me a chance to adjust.

I moved my mouth over him, caressing him with my lips and licking around the tip and as far down the shaft as I could. I could hear him moan in response as he grabbed the headboard for support. I looked up at him and had never seen such pleasure or so much approval in his eyes.

My jaw began to ache quickly. My hands already ached. More than anything I desired the simple ability to touch him in return, use my hands to increase his pleasure. But I couldn’t move my head enough to get out from under him, let alone try to explain what else I was capable of.

Soon after, he pulled out and ordered me onto my hands and knees. There was plenty of slack in the rope, but I needed help getting the leverage to turn over. Seth was not gentle. He grabbed my hips and forced me over so that most of my weight rested on my elbows and my forehead pressed against the bars of the headboard. I heard him open the condom wrapper and then he was in me, thrusting fast and hard. I moaned and yelled as he did, and didn’t care if any of our neighbors could hear us.

He was done before I was and when he pulled out I feared he really wouldn’t let me finish but he grabbed me by the back of the neck and began fingering me. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered almost inaudibly.

He squeezed down again. “Yes … what?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said louder. But I was out of breath.

“Beg me to let you come. Convince me you deserve it,” he said.

His expert fingers massaged me right to the brink of orgasm and then stopped as he slapped my ass. When I didn’t speak immediately, he kept spanking me, each slap harder than the last. “Please Sir! Please may I come now?” I cried.

“Convince me,” he said calmly, as if it were a job interview. His fingers began rubbing my clit again, circling and pressing down just so.

“Because I can’t help it and I’m going to any second whether you like it or not,” I finally said.

“Can’t argue with that.” I heard him stifle a laugh. “Whenever you’re ready then.”

The spasms came quickly after that. I bucked so much under him that I feared I would have marks from the headboard on my forehead the next day. But in that moment, nothing mattered but that glorious release.

When I collapsed, he released my hands and lay down beside me. I curled up in his arms and quickly fell asleep.

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Finally!!  The original build up in this chapter was not only longer, but a result of them not having had sex before this. Now that they had, all that needed to change. 

One thing that never changes - and never will? The line about being a caveman. My original editor tried to get me to take it out and I refused then too. It is a very specific reference to a very specific and very special person. ​