The Summer of Last Resort (15 page)

“I want you to have him.. when I say. On my terms. Not yours. Not his.”

“You’re crazy.”

“And... I will have you.”

I shook my head.

“How I want.”

I rose, but he grabbed me and shoved me back down onto the couch.

“When I want.” and with that I heard the zipper on his trousers unzip, but my hands were free now and I got up and pulled the blindfold down. He stood there for an instant with his pants pulled halfway down and his penis pointed skyward.

“NO!” he roared, and grabbed the handcuffs and twisted them, forcing me to turn towards the couch and away from him, and then he shoved me down roughly onto my forearms and knees on the couch. He jerked my panties down and with the broad palm of his hand he was spanking me. Just like a little kid! I must have given out a cry of surprise and pain, but he didn’t stop. I told him to please stop, he’s hurting me, but he told me that I was a little cunt and deserved a good whipping. I told him to stop it, that I’d had enough, that he was a sick fucker. He reached up and roughly grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face down onto his swollen manhood, but I just turned my head. “Fuck!” he yelled, and then roughly shoved me onto the floor. I lay there, face down, still handcuffed, with my blindfold around my neck, crying my eyes out.

My heart was racing and the blood was ringing in my ears, and then when I looked up I was alone. I got up and went over and looked for the key, but it was gone.

The air was cool now, night was falling, and soon Johnny would be off to run that club of his, or wherever it is that he goes. I wandered by the pool for a while, holding the dress up with my handcuffed hands. I watched the first stars come out at twilight, watched as a bat whirred overhead, and thought about the boys and the men I had known this summer. The evening air was cool and clear and I breathed it deeply. What would the winter bring? I shuddered to think that far ahead, and then looked down at the handcuffs on my wrists. Where the hell was that key? Then I thought maybe I had over-reacted. Maybe that was just his way of role-playing.

I wandered back through the house but there was no sign of Johnny or the key. Finally I found what must have been the master bedroom. The sound of water running in a shower came from the adjoining bathroom, and as I tiptoed in I could barely make out Johnny’s silhouette against the steamy glass door. I looked around at the room which was sparsely decorated. No sign of the key. Well, he HAD to have a duplicate stashed somewhere, like in his sock drawer. Doesn’t everyone keep their secrets in their sock drawer?

I went to the night stand and pulled the first drawer. In it were an assortment of softly ticking watches and a silver revolver in a black leather holster. But no key. In the next drawer were silk ties and cuff links, a black automatic, and an assortment of sharp metal objects that looked evil. No luck with the other drawers, but I did find a nice collection of women’s jewelry. The splash of the shower continued unabated. Maybe he was taking a cold one, I thought to myself. Then I walked over to the large dresser up against one of the walls. It looked dark, expensive, and a little out of place with this modern decor. At first, the drawer didn’t want to open, but when I finally figured out how to turn the handles (like two doorknobs), it slid open and inside was a collection of shiny glass tubes, each several inches in diameter and about a foot long, with a red cap on the end. They rested horizontally in some sort of metal tray. I touched one and it was warm. Inside was some sort of fluid, and within that I could make out something dark and curved, with a knob on the end. It moved slightly as I moved the tube. I replaced it and selected the next one, and it had a slender, long object with ridges. A third one was strongly curved, but the fourth one had the unmistakable shape of a large man’s penis.

Jesus! I almost dropped it, I was so shocked. Then the water stopped and I quickly slid the drawer shut and turned around, but Johnny caught sight of me before I could leave.

He stood there naked, dripping, like he knew I’d be there in his bedroom. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he silently finished toweling himself off and then wrapped the towel around himself.

“I have to be at work soon,” he said matter-of-factly. I held up the handcuffs, but he just smiled. “The keys are out in the garage, on the key chain that’s in the jeep. You can take it back to the park n’ ride and I’ll have someone pick it up tomorrow.” I watched him in silence as he went about selecting his clothes for the evening, and then he opened the second drawer in the nightstand, pulled out the automatic, and then slipped it into a shoulder holster and then slipped the rig on as casually as a businessman knots his tie.

“I’m sorry about our misunderstanding,” he said with his back to me.

“Zip me up”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

I turned my back to him, and as he came over behind me and started on the zipper I reached down under my dress and pulled my panties down, slowly, leaning back against johnny, and then slowly let them drop around my ankles. I felt his hands hesitate as he reached the top of my dress. I could feel his breath hot on my neck, and I wanted to turn and throw myself on him, but something made we wait for him. With Keith, it would have been so easy to take him there, we would have loved each other tenderly. But... this was something different. Not tender. Not sweet. But bitter and angry and burning. Boys like Keith (well, more like Shane) were sweet like chocolate, but Johnny was a straight shot of tequila. And I needed it.

Suddenly Johnny shoved me down onto the bed and I felt his hands strong against my throat. I panicked and let out a shriek, but he grabbed my by the neck and shoved my face down into a pillow. I thought I was going to die! But then I heard another drawer open, and then something rough and smelling of well-polished leather was around my neck. Then he turned me over and put his knee down on me. It hurt and I could hardly breathe, and I was just about to shout and then I stifled it. I looked up at him and saw the flash of anger and pain in his eyes. Something - someone had hurt him, and the pain was flowing over him like waves in a storm. I bit my lip and winced at the pain, and then I detected the faintest of smiles.

He nodded, like he had decided something important, and then pulled the key from the pants that he’d worn earlier and uncuffed me. Then he took my hand and led me to one of the many guest rooms nearby. He stopped and turned at the door, and spoke quietly to me.

“Go into that room, take off your dress, your shoes, your jewelry, your earrings - everything, and put on everything you find in there. Then come to me.”

I swallowed and opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. It was bare except for a few strange items which were neatly arrayed on a glass table which glowed faintly from some unseen light.

I walked into that room as an ordinary, if not made-up girl, and I walked out as Catwoman. Or at last something like her. On my legs were black thigh high leather boots with straps. Around my waist was a leather and matte silver metal belt from which hung a bull whip. Around me was what I can best describe as a cross between a leather bustier and combat armor, and my hands were within some strange leather gauntlets which were also festooned with straps and loops. But the strangest of all was a leather helmet, or cap, or mask, that seemed to fit strangely well. It seemed to have reinforcement around my skull, particularly around the ears, and it covered my neck and the bridge of my nose. A face flap could be snapped in place or pulled open. I felt strangely powerful and energized.

As I exited the room, the hallway was dark. The lights seemed to have gone off everywhere in the house. He wasn’t in the bedroom. Then I heard something in the hallway opposite. I felt myself tingling, and reached down and unsnapped the bull whip, and felt its long, slender cord and the stiff handle cool in the palm of my hand.

Suddenly I heard a whishing sound and then a thunk. I turned behind me and saw a throwing star embedded in the wall beside my head. What the fuck was this? I whipped my head around and saw a dark form moving across the kitchen. I buttoned the mask over my face, just in case, and uncoiled the whip.

I made my way towards the kitchen and tried the light, but they were out. Then there was a clang as another star flicked past me and careened off of a metal pot sitting on the stove. I took the bull whip in my hand and whipped it in the direction that the star had come from, but all I heard was the flaccid whoosh of the whip and some footsteps padding rapidly back towards the atrium. Emboldened, I pursued the strange invader out into what I hoped was the open spaces. I seemed to have lost him, however. I stopped to ponder my situation. Why didn’t I just leave and take the jeep? Was this man Johnny? Somehow I hoped that it was.

I gave the whip a few practice swings and finally I heard the satisfying crack at the end. I started back towards the main house and as I entered the foyer someone dropped down on me from above - I’d forgotten that there was a ledge there that someone could have hidden on.

Angrily I swung at my invader, catching him in the solar plexus, and he gave out a groan. I punched back at his face but my gloved hand bounced off of some strange mask. He tossed me down on the floor like I was a rag doll and then something long and hard crashed down at me, but I rolled away just in time to see that my assailant was wearing the body armor of a practitioners of Kendo, the Japanese martial art of sword fighting. I was too close for the whip and he swung at me again, but I deftly missed it and knocked him down with a leg sweep. He grabbed for my whip but I pulled it away and stepped back and whipped him, cracking the thin wooden shoulder armor he wore, but then he rushed me and swung again, brushing against my helmet and then he shoved me with his armored hand and tried to take another swing, but I pulled him close and kneed him in the groin, but he must have been wearing protection as it glanced off. He tore the whip from my hand and set it flying. I growled in anger and climbed on him and started punching that mask with my gauntleted hand. I bashed and bashed away until he grabbed my hand and shoved me back. I turned and ran back down the hall to get the whip, but he was gone.

I could taste blood on my lips under the mask, and I was pretty sore, but actually I felt on top of the world just then. It felt good to beat the crap out of someone every now and then.

I walked cautiously out to the garage and sure enough, there as the jeep with the keys in it. And my dress had been laid out on the seat, all nice and neat. I smiled and shook my head, and reached in for the keys ... but then I found myself walking back into the house. And then I was walking back into that master bedroom, which was dark except for a single circle of light over the bed.

He grabbed me from behind, spun me around, ripped open the mouthguard on the leather helmet, and kissed me passionately and deeply. I could taste blood on his lips but his kiss was like fire and his arms were strong around me, manhandling me back down onto the bed. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his armored body and pulled him close. He was shaking and so was I. I felt my hands exploring him, probing under his armor for him. I longed to feel his naked body pressed against my own. His hands . Suddenly he rose up and then grabbed my left ankle and wrist and slid the bamboo pole through the loops in the leather. Then he did the same with the other side, and I found myself trussed up with my legs spread open and my hands down on my ankles. I was suddenly conscious of how open my sex was to him. He was staring at me and suddenly I felt a wave of shame, but then I let it go. I just let it go and let myself be wanted by him. I aroused him. He wanted me. I was the one with the power. He stepped away from the light into the darkness, but I could still hear him breathing. When he stepped back into the light he had let his armor fall away and wore only the robes of a Kendo master.

At his side was a towel and a bowl, and in the bowl was a sponge. He started with my feet and gently sponged them clean, drying them with the towel. Then he proceeded up from my ankles and over my knees, but leaving my swollen sex for the time being. The sponge was warm and smooth and I could feel myself relaxing. Then he took the rod and, with surprising strength, lifted me and flipped me over. He placed his strong thigh between my legs and bathed my neck and my backside, even by bottom. I could feel the swelling of his member against my thigh. I longed for him to kiss my neck and work his way down my spine, tenderly touching and caressing me. But that was the lovemaking of a good man, and Johnny was no good man.

He turned me over again and lifted my hips onto a pillow before setting me back down. He boldly pressed the sponge onto my exposed vulva and squeezed the water out of it. I felt it gushing down my thighs and onto the pillow under me. Wasn’t he worried about ruining it?

When he finally slipped his fingers into me I was already swollen, wet, and ready for him. His thumb played with my little bud as he stroked the fires within me. I felt myself opening more to his ministrations. He should be kissing me, dammit! He was like a pianist, able to explore my lips and tease my clit with his thumb and index finger, with one rhythm while at the same time his middle two fingers beat out a strong bass tempo inside me, building me up. With his other arm he roughly pulled my head back and kissed my neck while he went deeper and faster, then my breasts which grew hard under the gentle touch of his tongue. Then, just when I thought I was about to explode, he pulled away from the light.

I heard THAT drawer open, and then his back was turned to me and then everything went dark and suddenly I felt myself filled up with something warm, soft, and slippery. Something that seemed destined just for me, but it wasn’t Johnny - he was kneeling beside me. Then, slowly, slowly, he pulled it out and let its tip caress my love bud. My body responded in spite of myself and I could hear my heart beating and the blood rushing in my ears. Suddenly Johnny’s mouth was on my sex, teasing my bud, as it slid deep within me. I was shocked and I tried to push him away, but all I succeeded in doing was pushing my swollen vulva against his mouth.