When Saint Goes Marching In (20 page)

He rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the sweet leather harnessed game he was about to inflict. Xenia curled her toes. Saint zoned in on her gaping thighs and glistening pussy.

Xenia
tilted her head back and her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Saint wiped a trace of saliva that dribbled from her lips. As the swing moved toward his pelvis, Saint reached down and grabbed his hard dowel, pointing it directly towards Xenia’s warm, open pussy. Each time she brushed against him, he bumped the head of his cock onto her love. As she’d retreat back, she’d gurgle, a muffled moan that showed she wanted him inside her.

He intentionally tortured her, made her crave him like he craved her. Finally, he let her have him. He grabbed onto the left side of the swing on the forward momentum and pushed deeply within her.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Saint moaned loudly, letting his head fall back as he released the swing from his grip. Xenia’s swinging body met his over and over again. He grabbed the swing securely, pushed in and out of her rapidly – this time, not allowing her to fall backward.

“Who’s pussy is this?” Saint demanded. “It’s mine, isn’t it? Nod your damn head.”

Xenia
’s eyes watered as quick back-to-back orgasms made her body limp.

“Nod or I’ll pull my dick out of you, walk the fuck out of here and go to sleep!”

Xenia
nodded.

“Wait right here,” he said angrily.

Saint quickly pulled out of her, his dick slick with her juice as he made his way over to a series of shelves in the room. He took down a large black container and picked out an open mouth gag and a vibrator.

He jogged back over to her, removed the candy ball from her mouth and tied on the open one, after which he plunged his tongue down her throat as he began to thrust into her with force. He placed the small silver bullet vibrator on Xenia’s clit as he continued to move swiftly inside her, his balls slapping against her dripping wet pussy.

Saint thrust with all of his might, watching Xenia’s eyes widen as her orgasms were wrenched from wild and deep within her core.

He looked at her and felt anger not at her, but at himself, for he knew it was his fault she was in the shape she was in. He had done just as she had accused, he had turned her out. Over the years, he continued to step up his game with her – taking her through his terrifically twisted, seductively sordid, deliciously deviant mind and desires with perfectly timed baby steps until finally, he had her just where he wanted her.

He soon found himself being woken up in the middle of the night with her demanding to be spanked, gently gagged and for her favorite collar to be put around her neck, the white leather one with the rubies and diamonds that Saint had specially made to fit his Queen’s neck perfectly two anniversaries ago. He had known all along that Xenia was a freak, just like him; she just needed someone to bring it out of her.

He couldn’t be married to anything less and he knew after the first time he made love to her that they would be fucking happily until the day they died. The special cave was their rarely spoken of reprieve. One of them would request the other’s company inside – and that was how it would start and end. It was an occasional treat, so that each and every time they entered their secret retreat, it never became mundane or something they got completely used to. They just knew that when the mood struck, there would be a date in the ‘red room’ and it would be a shockingly fantastic experience they’d never forget.

Xenia
bucked against his groin, her orgasm building as Saint angled his body to keep rubbing against her G-Spot with the vibrator on full blast on her clit. He quickly reached forward and removed the gag when she raised her hand and gave the ‘safe sign,’ which was all five fingers spread and waving ‘hi’ or three head nods if her hands were tied. She sighed in relief as she moaned loudly, her back arched, causing the swing to move around wildly from her contorting, quivering body.

“Oh God!” she screamed as the third and fourth wave of multiple orgasms consumed her. It was too much. Saint watched as she came again then slowly withdrew from her.

Zero 7 sung “Destiny.” The soothing melody played in the background. Covered from head to toe in sweat, Saint walked back to the shelves and pulled out a vibrating cock ring. He wrapped it on his dick and returned to Xenia’s languid body. He removed the blindfold.

Xenia
looked down between her legs, as Saint pushed back inside her. He groaned when he moved in and out of her saturated pussy, bumping the vibration firmly against her with each stroke. Xenia closed her eyes in submission, only to flash them back open when he suddenly untied her.

Saint stopped moving and worked quickly to unsecure her. He picked her up in his arms, allowing his dick to slide out of her as he placed her, belly first, on a black rubber mat.

“What are you doing?” Xenia asked weakly, her pussy throbbing yet begging for more.

“Be quiet. I didn’t ask you to speak. You think you can just come into our house and have me fuck you and walk away? Then you are going to play by my rules,” Saint said sternly as he began to loosely hog-tie her with the Japanese silk bondage ropes.

Xenia
burst out laughing. He was playing one of her favorite games. Saint had no problems talking dirty to his Queen, but it took him a little practice to talk down right rudely to her during sex games. He still held her in high regard and he usually needed a couple of minutes to get into character.

“Thank you!” she giggled. “I wasn’t sure under the circumstances that you’d…”

She yelped when the leather whip hit her ass, got her flesh stinging and burning red. Xenia bucked. Her body rocked on her stomach because he did it harder than usual. He wanted to make it hurt, to make her pay for not doing what he said. Saint fell down on her back and forcefully pried her thighs apart to enter her while her restrained body took his sexual beat down like a champ.

“That’s right, take it, take that big fuckin’ dick in your tight little pussy!” Saint hissed in her ear as he pushed his weight onto her.

“You’re an adulterer, a male slut,” Xenia responded harshly. “My husband is the biggest whore of all!”

Xenia
’s eyes narrowed, heartbreak and reality clearly now seeping into their ritualistic game.

“I was only
your
slut, Xenia. Either play the game or we won’t play at all. Makes no difference to me. You wanted this shit – to come in here and get fucked. So either get fucked or get out. I don’t need this shit.” Saint continued to shove his thick, stiff cock in and out of her hot, soft, sopping pussy.

“Fuck you, Saint! You fucking liar.” Saint ignored her and continued to ram her.

“Oh shit!” she cried.

“This is what you want, right?” he said roughly as he squinted in the dizzying red lights. “You like it hard and rough today, don’t you?”

Saint’s anger grew as he looked at her smiling face.

“I hate you, but I can’t live without the sex,” she admitted. “Do you know how pathetic that makes me feel? I tried to go without it, but I just can’t. You’ve done something to me.” She pushed her ass up against him, swallowed all of him in her body.

“The only thing I’ve done to you is love you the way you’re supposed to be loved. If fucking you right all of these years makes you hate me, because now you have to come back to get refills, then I guess that’s just how it is.”

He pulled out of her, removed the hog ties from her body and laid her back flat on her stomach, on the mat.

Her body and hair glistened with sweat. Saint rubbed an ice cold cloth along her skin, flipped it over, then turned her on her back, and dabbed at her face. Xenia looked up at him, confused.

He knew what she saw. He bloomed with warm light. From the top of his head to his knelt silhouette, every inch of him seemed to be filled with white iridescence in the dark red, flashing room. He glowed.

She doesn’t look at me the same.
Saint’s heart sank at this realization, and his frustration mounted.
She no longer sees me, the real me. I need her to feel our soul connection – she won’t let me in. Look at me!
He thought angrily as fragments of his wounded spirit oozed from his body.

She probably thought herself crazy or high on something, to see him glowing like a fucking Christmas display. She rubbed her temple, without a doubt trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

Saint wanted to erase that confusion, he wanted her to see him for who he was – the man who loved her. He lowered himself onto her, his luminescence slowly fading as his hot and wet body entered her again as he grinded against her in nastily gorgeous rotations. Saint slid his hands under her ass, and gripped the soft flesh tightly as he approached his climax. He rubbed his bottom lip against hers, sliding it slowly back and forth before giving her a sweet, delicate peck.

He kept his expression cool, and felt answering chills go up her spine. Yet, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull out of her – just like she couldn’t stop hating and loving him simultaneously. She gasped and sighed, the pain in her heart taking her body over, causing her to cramp and shake…and his heart to break all over again.

“You’ve hurt me so bad,” Xenia choked out. “This shit is so unbelievably painful – when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t give a
fuck
about you…and don’t tell me again that you didn’t really do it. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

Saint kissed her cheek and held her closer to him. He lightly bit her shoulder blade and cradled his face between her neck and shoulder. Xenia held onto his slick back, his dick’s rhythm lulling her to bliss and tranquility as her body reverberated with soft orgasms that tingled her spine. He knew the moment when she let go.

“You’re so warm, baby,” Saint whispered as he came quietly inside her. “I just want to be inside you forever. Xenia, don’t stop loving me. Please.”

Xenia
hugged him tighter; kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

They slept for a half an hour before Xenia woke. She quickly made her way out of their secret room, back into the master suite and hastily re-dressed. Saint stayed close behind her. When she reached for the front door to leave, Saint softly touched her hand.

“So, this is all I get? This is all you plan to give me? I can only sleep with you; I can’t have your heart anymore?” Saint asked, looking deeply into her eyes, pleading.

“You had my heart, and you broke it. It’s not available to give back to you even if I wanted to. The shattered pieces can’t be glued back together.” With those words, she left the house that she, too, had once called home.

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CHAPTER SIX

Saint lifted his right leg and set it up on the chair ahead of him. He gripped his red and white striped bucket of buttery popcorn as he waited for Raphael to return. The lights began to dim, along with the large screen that provided warnings against cell phone usage and talking excessively in the movie theater. Raphael sprinted down the aisle as the lights dimmed.

“Did I miss anything?” he whispered as he sat next to Saint and placed his jacket and buttered popcorn on the seat next to him.

He popped his large, fizzy Sprite in the cup holder.

“No.” Saint leaned back in the theater chair and disappeared into his thoughts.

He had made the trip back home to New York, after several weeks had passed of Xenia coming over practically every day to receive sexual gratification. Initially, he greedily and readily accepted her into their bed, on their bathroom floor, and anywhere else in the house or garage she saw fit to have him ravish her – with him believing she would eventually wake up one day and tell him she was there to stay. But she didn’t. She’d silently put her clothes back on and leave, without saying goodbye.