Surrender: Keeping Her in the Dark Vol. 4 Page 19

  He had whelps on his chest and back, but I knew he wanted more. I took a feather from one wrist, down his arm, across his chest and then up the other arm. I signed my name with the tip of the feather across his chest.

  I stepped closer and untied his satin pants, letting them drop to the floor. Then I shoved my hand down his boxer brief’s and massaged his member.

  “Not as hard as I would like it to be,” I panted against his chest. I started at his neck and moved down to his navel, and then to his shaft.

  I rubbed it against my cheek and licked down the sides. I moved my hand up and down, softly. His shaft stiffened in my hand.

  “Oh, now you’re happy,” I said. “Well, not yet big man,” I stood back up. This session in the playroom wasn’t about coming for Liam. It wasn’t about sex at all. It was about pain.

  I took the pinwheel from the table and ran it over Liam’s back. I could see the little prick marks it was making in his flesh. I rolled it over his chest and down his arms as well. I pressed so hard I could see some of the little pricks were bleeding.

  My instincts were to stop. I didn’t like inflicting pain on him. But I knew he thought he needed this, and I knew he wanted more. I happened to see a paddle in the corner. It was big, long and had little holes in it. I grabbed it and brought it over.

  “I’m going to spank you for each of your offenses against me. And yes, I have been keeping count,” I whispered in his ear from behind. “I want you to count out loud, so you know too.” I licked his ear and then leaned back.

  His voice started getting weaker around 25, 26, and 27. I wanted to make it to 30. His ass was red. I knew he was going to have trouble sitting down for a week.

  At 30 I stopped and dropped the paddle. I went to the music and turned it off. I turned the lights back to normal. I walked back to Liam and removed his restraints and mask. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

  “I can’t do anymore. Please don’t make me,” I panted. I started crying at his feet. I was exhausted and clearly not as good at this as he was. He dropped down and kissed the back of my head.

  “Thank you, little one. Thank you,” he said it over and over.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Liam

  I needed that. I needed to hurt more than I already did. As soon as I caught my breath I grabbed Norah’s arm and pushed her back on the floor.

  “Now it’s my turn, little one,” I barely even kissed her before I was inside her. I needed dirty, rough sex to go with the marks on my body. I pressed myself into her over and over again. I saw her back arch and her eyes close. She bit her bottom lip and I came hard. I pulled out as soon as it was over and walked to the bathroom.

  I felt her looking at me from behind as I washed my face and cock. I looked behind me and she was leaning against the door.

  “Are you ok?” she asked in her small voice.

  “I’m fine. You?” I asked as I grabbed the towel and dried my hands.

  “I’m good.” She turned and started blowing out candles.

  “Thank you,” I said. She looked over at me and nodded. I put on some old sweat pants and a t-shirt and started helping her with the candles. She went to the bathroom and changed into some baggy yoga pants and a sweatshirt.

  We got things straight in the basement and then headed up for bed. We made it to the bottom of the staircase and I heard voices.

  “I think Rosa and a few others are in the kitchen,” she said. I stopped and listened. I heard laughing. I couldn’t believe Rosa was laughing so soon after Gerald’s death. We walked slowly to the kitchen.

  “He yanked the hose out of my hand just as Lina turned it on. It squirted him straight in the face,” more laughter. “He kept saying ‘turn it off, turn it off’.” Whoever was telling this story was laughing hard too. “It never occurred to him to drop the hose! He was soaked from head to toe!” Everyone laughed, even me.

  “I remember that,” I said and everyone turned to face me. “My favorite story about him was the stories he told about himself,” the room chuckled. “He worked for my old man, so Gerald has been a part of my life for a long time.” I moved to the island in the kitchen where everyone else was standing.

  “But even when I was a boy, he was still old.” Everyone laughed. “I always remember him having gray hair and being old. So one day I asked him what he did for a job before he came to work for my father. He told me he was an Irish dancer and toured with the Irish Clover Dance Company, until he hurt his knee and had to retire.” The group laughed.

  “He told me he was a concert pianist,” Raymond said.

  “I heard he was part of the Irish Luge team,” Carmen added.

  “Has Ireland ever had a luge team?” Norah asked and the group laughed.

  “He told me he played minor league baseball and was once called up to cover for Jose Conseco,” Norah said.

  “And you believed that?” I said to her.

  “Of course. I had nothing to compare it to,” she shrugged.

  “Didn’t it bother you at all that he played baseball after he hurt his knee dancing?” I laughed. Everyone laughed.

  It was nice to laugh. It was nice to think about Gerald. I was happy, but my back was burning. I needed to clean myself up.

  “Well I hate to break this up, but I need a shower. Thank you all,” I said. I took Norah’s hand and headed back upstairs.

  “Do you need a hot shower or a cold one?” she yelled from the bathroom.

  We took a lukewarm shower and she shivered the whole time. I tried to mess around a little but she said she wasn’t into it. Norah had never denied me before, and I could always make her get into it. I ignored it. But it bothered me.

  She put ointment on my back and chest and then went to sit at her dresser and brush her hair.

  “Did you come?” I asked and she looked up at me. “Downstairs, before on the floor?” she shook her head. “You sure you’re ok?” I asked. It wasn’t like Norah to not come. This had happened a few times now.

  “I’m just tired, I guess.” I wanted to press it some more but I could see she didn’t want to talk about it. So I let it go. For now. She would have to answer my questions soon though.

  We went to work the next day like everything was normal. Norah acted like her old self. She was chipper, dressed to kill, makeup flawless and hungry. She ate her pancakes and then she ate mine while I was talking to Steve on the cell.

  The next morning it hit me that I hadn’t eaten in a few days.

  “I gotta go,” she leaned over and kissed my forehead as I just looked at my empty plate.

  “Alright darling, have a good day,” I looked over at Lina who was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.

  “Can I have some more pancakes?” I asked. She smiled and went in the kitchen.

  I felt better but I didn’t want to go to work. I wanted to stay at home and enjoyed the quiet. My head had been so cloudy and full of noise and it was finely quiet. By lunch time I headed into work. I couldn’t take being in the house and having nothing to do but think.

  We sat in the study after work while Lina finished dinner. She wasn’t as on top of things as Rosa. Lina was better at dusting and making beds. But Rosa needed a break. We didn’t complain.

  “How was work?” I asked and flipped the page of the paper.

  “Good,” she said. She laid her head down on the side arm of the couch.

  “You tired again?”

  “A little,” she sounded tired. Her shirt buckled a little bit and I could see down her shirt. She was wearing a red bra. A red lacy bra. My crotch started to swell. Her skin was perfect, almost glowing. She was busting out of her bra. Her skirt was tighter than usual.

  “Hard day at work?” I put the paper down.

  “Ah, typical day. I made some calls, answered some calls, ran some errands,” she trailed off. I sat up and moved to my knees.

  “I’m hungry,” I whispered.

  “Dinner’s almost ready,” she cl
osed her eyes.

  “I don’t want to wait,” I grabbed her legs and moved her in front of me. I pushed her legs over my shoulders and pulled her panties to the side. “I need to eat now,” I said as I dove in.

  “Really?” she huffed.

  Her body moved with my mouth. I licked her up and down, pushed two fingers inside her, and sucked on her clit. I moved my tongue against her and pressed her against my face. She tasted so good. She always tasted so good.

  I grunted and hummed. I tried to listen to her moans but she wasn’t making any. She moved her body and arched her back and even touched the back of my head. But she didn’t make any sound. It wasn’t like her.

  “Are you ok?” I mumbled against her skin. She moved away from me. She never did that either, unless she was already coming.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” She raised herself up and re-adjusted her skirt. “I’m just,” but she didn’t even finish her sentence. She just stood up and walked out to the dining room.

  She was quiet during dinner. We made chit chat, but again I chose to ignore the problem.

  She talked about an up and coming event she was planning and I talked about another merger of mine. Just like everything was normal.

  “How is it being back at work?” she asked.

  “It’s fine. It’s better than being here,” I said and she gave me a weird look. “You know what I mean,” I said.

  “No, I don’t think I do,” she said. She was a little pissed off.

  “Not you, Norah. I mean,” I took a deep breath. “Everything here reminds me of him,” I said. “Work is work.” She nodded like she understood.

  “Norah,” I said to her and she looked up at me. “It has nothing to do with you. I mean it,” she nodded again.

  She went to the kitchen after dinner and started washing dishes. I walked up behind her and ran my hands over her ass.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” I said in her ear. “I don’t care if it takes me all night, I’m going to make you come,” I leaned forward and turned off the water.

  Norah

  Liam gripped the back of my head with one hand and my throat with the other as he kept pounding away at me. It had been over an hour and we had done everything possible in every possible position. It wasn’t gonna happen and we both knew it.

  “Liam, stop, please. We have to stop. It isn’t going to happen,” I panted. He thrust inside me one last time and then let me go. I fell straight into the bed and he withdrew himself from me and backed away. I could hear him panting behind me.

  “I’m sorry. It’s starting to hurt,” I said.

  I crawled on the bed and grabbed my underwear and t-shirt. I started to get dressed. I wanted to say something else but I really didn’t know what to say. I just wasn’t into it. I had too much on my mind. I couldn’t let go. I knew I needed to just tell him.

  “Norah, what’s wrong?” he asked as he put on his boxer briefs. “Please tell me what is going on?” he was still panting. He was facing his dresser with his hands on his hips and his head was lowered to the floor.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered. He turned to face me.

  “Don’t give me that bullshit. It has been four days, Norah! Four days and I can’t make you come! I used to be able to make you come by touching you and whispering in your ear, and now I have done everything I can think of, except beat it out of you and I can’t make it happen. So I suggest you start talking, because taking you to the basement and beating it out of you is next, little one.” I had to tell him. I just needed to say it.

  I moved off the bed and grabbed my sweatpants off the floor and put them on. I pushed my hair off my face and ran my fingers through the rest of it to tame it just a little bit. Then I walked over to the middle of the room and stood with my head lowered.

  “We’ve been through so much lately, I just didn’t want to bother you with something else,” I whispered. I was trying to keep my voice low because I knew he was about to scream.

  “Tell me, Norah! Now,” he demanded. I took a deep breath. I still wasn’t ready to tell him but I knew I had no choice.

  “I’m pregnant,” I mouthed the words and sound came out of my mouth but I didn’t hear it.

  “What?” he was speaking loud enough for both of us.

  “I said, I’m pregnant,” I spoke a little louder this time and I raised my head when I said the words. Our eyes locked.

  His eyes always told me how he felt. His eyes could speak for him when words failed him. I kept searching his eyes hoping to see some kind of hint as to what he was feeling. But this time I couldn’t tell. His eyes weren’t cold or evil like I thought they would be at this moment.

  “You’re pregnant?” he finally asked.

  “Yes,” I nodded.

  “How long have you known?” It was a fair question. But something I didn’t want to answer.

  “I’m almost 20 weeks,” I answered and dodged the real question.

  He ran his hands through his hair and paced back and forth, then he walked to me and dropped to his knees. He placed his hands on my hips and his cheek on my stomach.

  “We’re going to have a baby,” he breathed out. He looked up at me and his eyes were glassy. “Norah, I’m so happy.” He kissed my bare stomach and ran his hands over it. Then he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and then my mouth.

  “This is wonderful news, little one.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and raised myself to my tip toes and we hugged for a while in silence.

  To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. ‘Wonderful news’ was not the words I thought he would say.

  Kissing me and holding me lovingly was not the reaction I thought I would get.

  “Wait,” he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. “What does you being pregnant have to do with you not being able to have an orgasm? And 20 weeks? I mean, I can see you have gained a little weight but shouldn’t you be showing?” I pulled away from his arms and walked to the other side of the room and turned back to face him.

  “I was worried you wouldn’t be happy about it.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

  “Are you serious?” I asked. He put his hands on his hips and looked confused.

  “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be happy, Norah?”

  “Because anytime anything has happened in our relationship that you didn’t control you have a dominate tantrum and act out in some way. I didn’t do this on purpose,” but he didn’t let me finish my thought.

  “A dominate tantrum and acting out? So you’re saying I act like a child?” I didn’t answer him. I knew better. “What have I done to make you feel this way, please tell me?” he asked. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to argue.

  “When I wanted to go home for Tiffany’s wedding, you forbid it and then threw a fit when I went anyway. When I told you I wanted to get a job, you lost it. You ranted in the dining room for about 10 minutes about how I was taking your masculinity away by saying I wanted to work and contribute to the household.” He started to say something but I held up my hand and went on.

  “Then when I told you I wanted to take a full time job, something you knew would take more time away from you, you staged another nutty.”

  “Staged a nutty? What in the hell does that even mean?”

  “I didn’t want to tell you because anytime anything in our relationship has happened to take my full attention away from you, you make it completely clear you aren’t happy about it.”

  “Oh, for goodness sake, Norah. This is different. This is a child not a job. Our child. Why wouldn’t I be happy about that?” He hadn’t raised his voice yet. I was shocked he was so in control of his emotions.

  “Yes, a child. I can’t call in sick to being a mother. I can’t plan a vacation and run away with you because we haven’t had any time together at the drop of a hat. Things will change and you know it. The child will come first.”

  “Of course the child will come first,” he said that like it was a no
rmal statement for him to make.

  “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” he laughed when I said that…he actually laughed.

  “We both know the first time I deny you your conjugal rights because I have been up all night with a baby and then at work all day and I am completely exhausted, you will start looking for another girl to save.”

  There it was. One of my concerns. I had many concerns but this was a big one. Having a child would take my attention from him and he would find a distraction. This time his distraction might take him even deeper away from me.

  I knew he had crossed lines with his last rescuing venture, lines I dare not ask about.

  But I had kept him happy in the bedroom the whole time. If I wasn’t able to do my job as a wife this time, even just for a little while, I was sure he would find a way to keep himself busy.

  “Excuse me?” he said it like he was offended. “You think I found out about that auction and wanted to save those girls as a distraction?” again he ran his hands through his hair and turned his back to me. When he turned back I could read the look in his eyes this time, and it wasn’t good.

  “Liam, I know you weren’t happy.” I tried to keep my voice low again. “I know our life had become mundane and boring to you.” He interrupted me again.

  “So you think I went out and found other girls to save because I was bored?” I started to explain myself but he didn’t let me. “Norah, you can’t be serious. I mean,” he paused. “I mean, you can’t be serious. Yes, our life had become a little too much like a 50’s sitcom, but I didn’t seek out that auction. It fell in my lap and I couldn’t do nothing.”

  “Yeah well that isn’t the only thing that fell in your lap,” it was a low blow and I regretted it as soon as I said it. The topic of his indiscretion was something I really didn’t feel like discussing.

  He didn’t say anything. He just stood there and looked at me. I lowered my eyes because I couldn’t take his glare.