Beautiful Force (14 page)

Listening quietly to Channing’s story, the details, her blindness, his breath rising and falling—the visual images caused the core of Allison’s femininity to feel empty and abandon
ed. The heat between her legs sizzled. Why did she covet their explicit act? Minutes ago he frightened her. She had certified him a dangerous man but that in and of itself, stimulated her lustful thoughts. Pleasure and pain has been known to heighten Allison’s propensity to climax uncontrollably. She was no stranger to surrendering to a man’s abusive touch in the boudoir or any other precarious places. Channing’s voice tantalized every nerve ending in Allison.

“I picked her up and carried Elena to our bedroom. Our arms and legs entangled amongst the fresh scented linens. I could see the yearning for another orgasm in her eyes. I flipped her on to her stomach. I wanted to see all of her wanton sex. Her lips pulsated like a heart beat. I pressed the head of my cock against her creamy wetness and entered her slowly.”
 

“Please stop this,” Allison cried. Channing ignored her plea.
 

“Her body parted like a wave, breaking, and I drove my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I was stretching her wide. The sight of her tiny opening swallowed every ten inches of me was overwhelming. I drank her in with my eyes. She called out Jace’s name, begging him—me to fuck her harder. Hearing Elena calling his name when I was the one giving her the best fuck of a life-time caused me to spank her hard until her ass flamed with red welts. This drove her to buck and claw at the mattress. Tears streamed down her face. Tears of pain and pleasure. She could not get enough of me. I began to thrust my pelvis faster and harder, feeling her inner walls locking down on me like a vise.
 

“She screamed,
‘I want to cum again.’
I caressed ever so slowly the front of her velvet petals as she gripped against my steely vessel. She exploded, and I could feel the waterfall of her ecstasy wash down my balls and began to run down my thighs. We were drenched in her warm sweet nectar. This drove me over the edge. I pulled out and pumped myself all over her back. Elena snapped to her knees and sucked on the head of my heavy member. She inhaled all off me down to the base. She didn’t miss a drop, savoring and swallowing all she could. I don’t think Jace has ever cum so hard in his life. Too much pent up frustration. She laid bereft, naked and exposed all of her emotional pain to me. Then, she cuddled up-close to me, breathless in my arms as she thanked me. Elena thanked me. Her sobs were hollow, filled with anguish...and hope as she begged Jace to never see you again, Allison.”

“Me? But. Channing, I’m—” Allison, swallowed. The lump in her throat prevented her from speaking.
 

“You know he hasn’t touched Elena in two years?” Channeling said and removed Allison’s blindfold. Her arms were still cuffed behind her back.
 

“That’s because he couldn’t—I thought—I mean.” Allison
’s face was smeared in self-disgust. Channing wiped off the black mascara beneath her eyes.  

“Exactly. Yet Elena stuck around. Never once did she seek comfort in the arms of another man. There’s not a revengeful bone in her soul. I know she has had other opportunities because, in my opinion, Elena is beyond a ten. She is every man’s dream! She was Jace’s dream before you stole that from him—them. She was sure that he has been fucking you these last two years.”
 

Allison interrupted. “No, we never did, not until today,” she whispered, her heart filled
with shame.  

 
“But despite Elena’s feelings of rejection, she stood by him and gave the best of herself and prayed long and hard that one-day he would never return to you. That’s love. Now do you get it, Allison?” Channing’s voice was drawn and hoarse. “Do you see what you have done?” Channing beseeched her as he untied the scarf around her eyes. 

His eyes filled with a gleam of hope that Allison recognized the error of her ways. It worked. By the time Channing had finished the play by play of his
sexapade with Elena, Allison was crying real tears for the first time in years. 

“This was my fault, I feel so horrible...I failed you Jace—Channing, whoever you are. And I failed Elena too. I am so ashamed and, not to mention, I’m a horrible woman and the worst therapist alive. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve destroyed them forever,” she whimpered in deep remorse as Channing untied the stockings and removed the cuffs from her wrist
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Chapter thirteen

Channing lowered his stance and sat in the chair opposite Allison. He embraced her tenderly and consoled her in a deep stern voice. He kissed the red marks that the cuffs had caused.

 “Don’t be so tough on yourself...everyone has a dark side. But, it’s time for you to come into the light. I want you to know the power you have over men and women’s lives. Believe me I’m no one to judge you. Look, even today I couldn’t resist you. I did something in my past that was unforgivable, worst then you have ever done. It was many years ago, ten years to the day to be exact when I had the chance to save someone from a horrible ordeal—a young woman.” Channing’s eyes filled with chagrin. “But I didn’t.”

“It’s okay, Channing...I understand now why you have done this to me...I deserved this—you b
rought me to my knees and pushed me harder than any man has ever cared to—I know I can be a pain in the ass, but you must have felt I was worth the trouble—and the risk of getting in trouble if it didn’t work.” Allison short laughed. “I probably don’t deserve a second chance or pity from anyone. But thank you for forcing me to see what I’ve done—you’re right, I haven’t cared for anyone but myself. Honestly though, you don’t have to expose your sins to me. I get it.” 

“Please, I need to confess this—I’ve never told anyone close to me that I left a crime scene.”

“What, a crime scene, Channing?” asked Allison. “Maybe you shouldn’t tell me.”

“No-no, it’s not like that. I didn’t get involved in something  when I should have. I could’ve saved this young woman who needed my help.”

“Oh yes, I think I understand.” Allison eyes dropped.

“I was a fucking coward back then. I truly believe I met Jace to help him with his marriage—it was about time I do something good without expecting anything in return and that lead me to you. Maybe what I did for Jace’s marriage will undo some of the bad karma. Years ago, I would have screwed his wife and walked away. I’ve been paying a while now for walking away from this young girl. I didn’t only lose my soul but I lost myself my carnal body. This dame needed my help, but I simply didn’t care.” A dark shadow crossed Channing’s face.

“Oh my...well, I’m sure you had a good reason to not get involved in that precarious situation. It could’ve been dangerous, or life threatening for you, right?”

Channing hung his head. “Not, hardly.
At the very least, I could have called the police.”

Allison grimaced and coiled her bottom lip under her upper teeth. He had a valid point. “Okay, please tell me the entire story. If it will make you feel better, I will listen this time willingly. But Channing, you can’t undo the past and neither can I. I’m sure you did all you could for that girl years ago. You were young then and well—we do selfish things when we’re young. Sometimes parents don’t give their kids the proper guidance to cop with things—things such as we’ve had to deal with. Or that I have dealt with. But we can’t blame them, I’m sure our parents’ have their own set of wounds. I suppose, I can’t really speak for yours, but I know mine sure did. It’s just a vicious cycle. I’m sure you did what you thought was right at the time.” Allison frowned.
 

“No, my parents were fucking saints.” He chuckled, filled with a hint of shame, upon admitting the truth. He wished he could blame his mistakes on his parents, but he could not.  “They were like Ken and Barbie, still are. They’re perfect and taught me right from wrong. But I chose the wrong path. I did nothing for that girl,” he sighed, turning his head away. “Maybe I thought I was too good, raised in a perfect home by perfect parents. Too perfect, to get involved in other people’s knee-deep shit. When I saw her getting handled and tossed around—” Channing swallowed hard, the whites in his eyes turned blazing red and filled with tears. “I turned my back. To me she meant nothing. Hell, I figured she was getting what she asked for.”
 

“A woman doesn’t ask to be tak
en advantage of. Who was she?” 

 
“I never saw her face, not clearly—if anything had registered, I erased it from my mind. The only feature I can still remember is she had this gorgeous long golden hair that cloaked her small frame, other than that she’s a ghost. A ghost that’s been haunting me. I can still hear her screaming when I close my eyes. I thought, at least back then, she was screaming in ecstasy. I figured she loved all the attention she was getting...if you know what I mean. That’s what I thought at the time.” Channing repeated his words several times. His emotions were overwhelming. “I was in a bad place. I had just broken up with my girlfriend who had cheated on me. She was a model and used me for my contacts to advance her career. It took me years to get over her.”

Allison knitted her brows tightly together. She studied Channing’s face as he confessed his guilt. His heartache. Sadness welled in her heart. Allison’s ego melted, and her compassion soared. It was as almost as
if she could feel his pain. 

“I discovered how wrong I was about the girl two years ago. I remember it well...ironically, here in your world it was the same day Jace started seeing you. I know this only in hindsight after recently seeing his receipts from you. He’s a man that keeps everything in order. So much for my life, I turned that into a train wreck.”
 

“You and me both,” Allison nodded, roping her fingers together. “So what happened two years ago?”
 

“Like I said, I’d just broken up with Maya. I was on my way to a job site and stopped to check my email at some remote store or something—I can’t remember exactly where it was. Through the window I saw these three men playing around with this girl.”

“Three men?” Allison gasped in horror, her face blanched. His story was getting worse, and didn’t play in his favor. But who was she to judge.

A look of shame crossed Channing face. “Yes, there were three, but, well, the way I saw it was, she looked like she was teasing them. They all seemed to know each other. She was jumping around and behaving playful. You know silly, flirty how girls do. Well, until she had thrown something at one of them. I guessed he’d pissed her off. At the time, I thought, wow, this dame has a temper; it would take a woman with a lot of guts to challenge a man of his size. She had to have known him to be so bold. Then, she ran off into the bathroom. The men followed her...I didn’t think too much about it at the time. I heard some screams, but I really didn’t give a shit. Subconsciously, I think I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t want to get involved. I swear Allison, I thought he was her boyfriend—I didn’t know he was going to hurt the girl—fuck—maybe I did, damn it. I was so angry with Maya for stealing my contact list and cleaning out my bank account because of it women weren’t too high on my list to rescue.”

His story triggered Allison’s ordeal with Mr. Patterson. With tears streaming down her face she said, “Channing, I’m so sorry. It’s terribly sad that we miss God given blessings and opportunities to be a better person because someone else had wronged us. But what happened two years ago that triggered all this again.”

Channing squeezed Allison small hand in comforting way and continued...

“Two years ago, I was on a job sight and this son-of-a-bitch—he was an extra on the film I was directing—this guy, crap—I never forget a face when I actually see one,”—Channing raised his brows pointedly—“This asshole was bragging to some of my people about how he had his way with this young woman ten years ago. He boasted he and his two buddies got away with rape. He said he damaged the fuck out of her little virgin ass.” Channing swallowed, trying to hold back the tears that sat in the toughs of his eyes.
 

Allison noted his torment and handed him a tissue. She didn’t say a word.

“Allison, he was talking about her in the most disgusting manner. Like she was dirt on the bottom of his shoe that he could just wipe away.”

“But Channing how do you know it was the same girl. I mean women get raped every seven seconds in our country. It would have been anyone? It could have been just a coincidence.”

“I don’t know, it’s like my memories woke up, and it all came rolling back, details that I thought I’d forgotten.”

“What they did was deplorable, but you can’t take the law into your own hands based on a fleeing memory.”

“My God Allison, she was a virgin. I could’ve saved her. Sons of bitches! I was mortified by what this man was publicly saying. I turned to tell him to get the fuck off my set and when I did that’s when I recognized him as the big guy that she had thrown something at. It was a coke can. He reached up to block it and I remembered he had a huge black spider tattooed on his forearm.”

Allison’s eyes darted back and forth. “How could you forget that?”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t. When I saw it again, without a thought, I snapped him up by the neck and began knocking the shit out of him. He never saw it coming. Everything went black in my eyes, and the last thing I remembered was hearing his bones split and seeing blood spilled everywhere. I pounded his face into the cement until he was unrecognizable. When the police arrived, I was in shock and tried to explain to them what had happened. I could hardly speak. No one would listen to me. Can you believe that they arrested me? Me! I only wished I had beat the shit out of the other two men too, looking back I had no right to react this way. The next day I made bail, got drunk, stayed drunk for weeks and that’s when I either died, or my soul left my body. There’s no real explanation; I’ve been kind of in limbo ever since.”