The Blind Tiger: An Unusual Paranormal Romance (3 page)

Oh. Zach would be mad.

If he had noticed this, he didn’t give any indication. Instead, he continued to fuck her ass hard, using her breasts as leverage. He grunted as he rutted against her, and his hot semen spurted into the warm tunnel of her rectum, travelling up and up into her secret depths.

He held her this way until he could spurt no longer. Their bodies were very sweaty against each other’s, separated only by the sweat damp bars. Then he pulled his dripping cock out of her asshole. Once upon a time, she had bled every time he fucked her this way.

No longer.

“Ah, little flower, you dropped the dildo.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry who?”

“Sorry, Master.”

“You’ll have to be punished.”

She swallowed and nodded meekly.

“Y-yes, Master.”

He opened the cage and unchained her wrists.

“How would you like to be punished tonight?”

“In whatever way pleases you, Master.”

It was the right answer.

She stood there in supplication, legs apart and hands behind her head – waiting for him to do whatever he liked with her. He liked to toy with her, she knew. Prolong her anticipation.

He stood there with his softening cock, smiling at her.

“Go pick a cane,” he finally said.

“A cane, Master?” She was terrified of canes and the sound they made.

“Yes, a cane.” His voice hardened. “Are you disobeying me?”

“No, Master.”

“Then go.”

She walked to the rack where the whips and canes were kept. Fear bolted to her throat again. Her trembling hand reached for the smallest cane.

“That one?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I say no.”

She looked up in fear. His jaw was firm.

“Go pick the opposite in size of that one.”

She had picked the smallest and shortest one. Now her hand reached for the largest. Her gut roiled.

No, please . . .

“Bring it to me, Karen.”

Still trembling, she brought it to him.

He smiled benignly, and in his eyes was a flash of cruelty.

“Now bend over,” he said.

THE INTERROGATION

Later that night, she slept in his arms. It was time for comfort, especially since her buttocks now wore the marks of the large cane. He had been spanking her with more and more force lately. Her whole ass throbbed, and her flesh was very sore and red.

“You need to be marked,” he had explained. “You are my property.”

They had been in this master-slave relationship for more than ten months now, and she didn’t know where fantasy ended and reality began. Sometimes, she wished for the early days in their relationship when everything was normal.

“Where did you go today?” he asked her lightly.

“I went out shopping.”

Once they were in bed, she could drop the ‘Master’ appellation. It was an unspoken post-coital rule between them.

Being in this relationship meant that he provided for everything and she didn’t work. She was a lady of leisure. Sex slave of leisure. Well, OK, she did the housework, cooking and everything. But she still had plenty of time for herself.

“What did you buy?”

She told him.

“And?”

“I did some baking.”

“What did you bake?”

Uh oh. He was leading her down a path. She couldn’t lie to him.

“A cake. Our new next door neighbor just moved in.”

“Oh?”

She sensed that he already knew this. Because of his day job, Zach was real careful this way. He knew who lived nearby for miles.

“Yes.”

“And who are the new neighbors? A family with a white picket fence?”

“No. He’s a blind man.”

“A blind man!” He laughed.

“I don’t think he’ll find that very amusing.”

He pinched her slyly on the buttock. “Getting sassy, are we, slave?”

Reminded of her position, she adopted contriteness. She laid her hand on his chest to finger the blond hairs there.

“Sorry, Master.”

He stroked her dark hair. “Tell me about him.”

Careful
.

“I went over to his house to welcome him to the neighborhood. I brought him the
cake
and asked if there was anything that we could do for him, because . . . you know, he’s blind.”

“And he lives all alone?”

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

“He says he’ll get by, as he always does.”

“Is he hot?”

She held her breath. “I don’t know. I can’t see his eyes underneath his dark glasses.”

“You’re not answering the question. Is he hot?”

Her stomach did a little flip. “I guess. If you like the type.”

“And what type is that?”

The tall, dark, handsome, and very charming type.

She gave a little nonchalant shrug. “He isn’t blond. I like blonds.”

“Good answer.” He lifted a strand of her hair and let it fall.

She could tell that he wasn’t totally convinced. Zach could always read her like an open book. He always knew if she was keeping something from him.

“Maybe I should meet him,” Zach said.

“Maybe.”

“Why don’t you arrange it? Ask him for dinner. You can make your escargots.”

Dinner?

She raised her head and met his eyes. He was staring at her with a half-crafty, half-bemused expression on his face.

“I thought you don’t socialize over dinner.”

“Now and then, I make an exception.”

“Why now?”

“It is as you said. Misfortune has made him blind.”

“And you think my escargots would cheer him up?”

They were almost having a normal girlfriend and boyfriend conversation.

“Eating snails always cheers people up.”

“I’m not sure he eats snails.”

“Go ask him.”

“Alright,” she said, hoping that her rapidly accelerating pulse wouldn’t betray her. “I’ll ask him over.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

He fell asleep after that. But she was still restlessly mulling it over, wondering about this and
that
and if her boyfriend/master suspected her attraction to the blind man next door.

THE TEAHOUSE

Karen didn’t want to seem too eager to invite Noah over, so she waited a few days before Zach prompted her again.

“Weren’t you going to invite your blind friend over?”

“Oh, I forgot.”

He stared at her in suspicion and amusement.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she added hastily. “It won’t happen again. I’ll invite him over as soon as I can.”

“Good.”

She pacified him with a cock sucking that went on so long that she was blue in the face when it was over.

The next day, she took the car over to Noah’s. She could walk, but that would probably take fifteen minutes or so because of the distance between the houses. Besides, she needed to go to town later.

As usual, Noah’s place was quiet. There were, however, some home improvements. Wind chimes hung from the porch. They tinkled softly in the breeze. Several flowerpots had been placed beside the front door. This was rapidly becoming a home.

Karen rang the doorbell. She waited for footsteps to come to the door. When none came after a couple of minutes, she rang again.

She waited for five whole minutes before deciding that Noah might be out. She was disappointed. She really wanted to see him again.

Oh well. She would have to tell Zach that Noah wasn’t home.

Karen got into the car and drove off to town.

*

In town, Karen went to the Korean mom and pop shop that sold a lot of cheap groceries. She was bending over in an aisle, looking at the nacho selection, when a voice arrested her.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m looking for the cheese section.”

It was Noah’s voice!

“You’re very close to it. If you’d just follow me.”

Karen grabbed her trolley and pushed it to the next aisle. Noah was there, his arm linked with a Korean shop girl, who was clearly beaming.

“Noah!” Karen called.

He turned.

She left her trolley and walked quickly towards him in her flat shoes.

“Hi!”

Noah was as handsome as she remembered him. He wore a black jacket and the same dark glasses. He grasped a white cane. He smiled as she approached.

“Karen, right? From next door?”

“You remember my voice.”

“How could I not?” he said.

Shop girl smiled graciously. “Do you still need my help, sir?”

Noah turned to Karen. “Uh, do I?”

“No,” Karen quickly replied. “I’ll see to his every need.”

“Be careful how
I
interpret that,” Noah joked.

The girl left, and Karen was alone in the aisle with Noah.

“So, what are you looking for?” she asked.

“I was thinking of grilled cheese sandwiches, and so I’m looking for some Mozzarella. Maybe some Camembert. I like to mix my cheeses up when I melt them.”

“Excellent. Do you have a sandwich maker at home?”

“Yes. I unpacked it yesterday. I also have a rice cooker, a dishwasher, a juicer . . . you’ve seen the coffee machine, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I haven’t.” He paused. “You’re not laughing, so I take it that was a bad joke.”

She was stunned. “Oh, right! Well, now I got it.”

She started to laugh at the absurdity of it.

He laughed as well.

They spent the next twenty minutes shopping and laughing. It was a pleasant interlude. She couldn’t recall having this much fun shopping for groceries before.

Then it was time to broach the subject.

She said, “Zach . . . that’s my boyfriend . . . would like to invite you over for dinner.”

“Your boyfriend wants to invite me over? What about you?”

“Definitely. I’d like you to come, too. Especially since I’m making dinner.”

“When?” He sounded pleased.

“Um, tonight?”

“I can’t tonight. I have an engagement. A deadline I have to meet.”

“Oh, of course.” She wondered what callous editor would give a blind man a deadline. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you write anyway?”

“I dictate, and the computer converts my voice into text. It doesn’t always work that well. There are lots of mistakes. But I usually have the computer read the passage back to me. Then I correct it.”

“At least you don’t have to deal with autocorrect.”

“Oh, believe me, I do. But I have a helluva editor.”

“I’d be interested in reading some of your work. Where can I get your books?”

He looked pleased. “I’ll send you some author copies. Meanwhile, I’m thinking of grabbing some coffee. Care to join me?”

“Sure.”

“Any recommendations?”

Of course. He didn’t know his way around, literally.

“I know a place,” she suggested.

*

Marmie’s teahouse was one of Karen’s favorite places in the entire town. Kellerton’s population was only 3000, so there weren’t many eateries around. Kellerton’s appeal was that it was a home away from the city, which was exactly one hour away by car.

Karen and Noah took a table by the window.

“What do you recommend here?” Noah asked.

“Everything’s good. Better than my cooking anyway.”

“Oh, maybe I should reconsider dinner,” he joked.

She laughed. “Maybe. But seriously, everything is really good here. You could try the veal, unless you’re vegetarian.”

“I’m not vegetarian. Never have been.” He mock shuddered.

“Then I won’t suggest the Thai salad. Though that’s pretty good, too.”

“OK, I’ll have the veal. I trust you.”

“You won’t regret it,” she promised.

The waitress came. She beamed at both of them, especially Noah.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” she quipped brightly.

“Noah, meet Sal. Sal, Noah just arrived in town.”

“Oh, have you?” Sal smiled coquettishly, and then remembered that Noah couldn’t see. “I hope you’ll come around to Marmie’s often.”

“If the veal is good, I just might.” Noah smiled back.

Karen could tell that he was a real charmer.

Sal spent an inordinately long time taking their orders until a customer from another table snapped, “Hey, Miss, are you paid to work or flirt around here?”

Sal turned around crossly. She pointed to Noah’s white cane.

“Can’t you see I’m busy here, Mister?”

“Oh, sorry.” The customer sheepishly waved, and then realized the same thing – that Noah couldn’t see.

“You’ll come in handy around here,” Sal drawled at Noah. She finished repeating their orders for the third time and then sashayed away.

Both Karen and Noah burst out laughing.

“Small town girl with a big city attitude,” Noah remarked. “I like that.”

“I can tell that you’re going to be real popular around here.” Karen paused. “If you don’t mind me asking, were you always blind?”

“No. I was in an accident several years ago. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I was blind, but I had to. It was difficult at first. I had to let go of all the things I knew. My job. My girlfriend. I had to practically start over.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. What did you used to do?”

“I used to work for a family owned business. But I needed to use my sight for what I was doing. They had to let me go, naturally. My then girlfriend couldn’t cope with taking care of a newly
blind
person. I was in a bad place. She left. I wanted her to leave anyway. I was no good to her, and it wasn’t fair of me to bog her down.”

“I’m so sorry.” It was all she could think of saying.

“Don’t be. If I hadn’t let go, I wouldn’t have discovered writing. It was ironic, not being able to see what I was writing when I had finally discovered it. But I could
feel
the words, and in many ways,
it
was cathartic.” He smiled wistfully.

“Do you miss it? Seeing?”

“Every day. I’d give anything to see the sky again, and the sun, and the moon, and everything and everyone.”

He had such beautiful lips, she observed. She wondered if it would be rude to ask to see his eyes. He didn’t specify what type of accident. She wondered if his eyes were damaged in a disfiguring
way
and that was why he never took off his dark glasses in public.

Yes, it would be rude to ask.

They spoke of other things. The food came, and she was gratified when he proclaimed how good the veal was.

He asked, “How did you meet your boyfriend?”

“Zach? It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

She blushed at the memory. Did she tell Noah the truth or some embellished, more sanitized version of it?

“We met at a club.”

It was a club for the less than savory members of society. She had gone there with a friend because she hadn’t known that fact.

Her friend, Shawna, had urged her to come. “It will be fun. It’s the most happening new club in town.”

“OK.” She had agreed to go.

The club itself was ordinary looking from the outside, although a line had formed at the door.

“Don’t worry.” Shawna winked. “I made friends with the doorman.”

She marched up to the doorman, bypassing everyone in the queue.

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hi, Shawna.” Ben was a big, big man with a goatee and tattoos on his biceps. He certainly fit the biker type.

“Care to let two hot girls in for free?”

Ben looked Karen up and down. He smiled.

“Sure. You two will do alright.”

“Thanks.” Shawna grabbed Karen’s hand and pulled her in to the protests of the people in line.

“Hey!”

“That isn’t fair.”

“Why’d you let them in?”

“Because they’re hot, and you’re not,” Ben replied calmly.

There were several outraged yells. Shawna laughed and stepped inside the club with Karen.

Karen felt ill at ease. Here she was, trying to be sexy when she was a chubby, slightly overweight girl with very big tits and a pert, round ass. She wore a little black strapless dress that showed off those tits to good effect. The dress was threatening to fall off. She didn’t do strapless very well, unlike Shawna, who was nice and slim – with sloping breasts that could fit into any dress and look dynamite.

The club was filled with dancing people. Other people milled around, especially at the long bar which was lighted in blue.

“Come on. Let’s go to the bar,” Shawna said.

There were plenty of men at the bar. Some of them were with women. Others were alone.

“I’m going to get laid tonight,” Shawna avowed. “This pussy ain’t been stabbed since the Fourth of July, and it’s sealing itself shut.”

Karen didn’t dare mention that her own pussy hadn’t been stabbed since . . . well, a far longer time than the Fourth of July. Shawna was her apartment mate, and she got a lot more action than Karen. Karen remembered all those nights she had spent listening to Shawna’s moans and cries from the next room, as well as the creaking of bedsprings and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

A tall, blond man at the end of the bar caught Karen’s eye. Three attractive women surrounded him. He was very tall, practically a giant compared to short Karen. She thought that he was very handsome. He had bright blue eyes, and his strong jaw was covered with a short blond beard.

She thought that he looked like Thor, the god of thunder.

She must have been staring, because he looked up. His eyes met hers across the room.

A shudder went through her.

It was kismet.

“Oh, look,” Shawna said, her eyes lighting on Thor. “Competition. But I bet I can wrest him away from those three.”

Karen’s spirits fell.

Oh, come on. As if you had the slightest chance with that Norse god anyway.

“Sure,” she said.

She watched enviously as Shawna walked up to the blond god. The three women gave Shawna murderous glances. Shawna started to chat animatedly with the blond man. Then Shawna pointed at Karen.

Karen panicked. What was Shawna doing?

The blond man glanced at Karen. Their eyes met across the crowded room again, and Karen felt her pulse skip.

The conversation went on for a while, and the three girls looked angrier as each second trickled by. Finally, Shawna detached herself from the little gathering. To Karen’s surprise, the blond man followed her.

Wow. What magic did Shawna possess?

Shawna weaved her way through the crowd, the blond man in tow. She went up to Karen.