Pillar Ch. 01

Chapter 1: shock

"You're quiet, Ruth. Is it too spicy for you?"

"Oh no, no. It's wonderful, really tasty. It's just, I'm thinking... I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"Could you be a little rough with me tonight? Nothing weird or anything, just pin me down or something like that."

Tom leaned back in his chair and popped a bite of chicken in his mouth. He ate leisurely and carefully watched her. Her eyes were cast down and she seemed to really want all of her carrots on one side of the plate and all of the sugar snap peas on the other. He smiled and said

"Only if you finish your plate, then I'll do what you want me to do to you."

"You don't think it's a strange thing for me to ask?"

"Oh no, I'm glad you asked. I've been wanting to do all kinds of things to you since the first time I saw you."

Her fork ceased its tireless work as she looked up at him, a crooked little smile underlining the twinkle in his brown eyes.

"Oh really? And what did you have in mind?"

"This and that, all of it very exciting of course."

He winked at her.

"Finish up so we can have dessert."

Tom stepped up behind her as she polished of what was left of her food. He brushed aside her hair and teased the nape of her neck. Ruth shivered and froze mid bite when he nibbled her ear, trailing kisses down to the side of her throat.

"You don't like it?"

"N-no, I do. Just give me a second."

"Of course, take all the time you need."

She hardly felt the finger he trailed along her clavicle. He pulled back the shoulder strap of her dress and softly blew cool air on her flushed skin, she closed her eyes as she felt it turn into goose bumps.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've stopped eating again. What to do, what to do? Maybe I should put you in my bed? Would you like to go to bed?"

She nodded wordlessly.

"Anything else?"

Another nod.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Tom started nibbling on her ear again and followed the seam of her sundress down to her bare leg.

"Don't be shy now, tell me what you want."

She could hear his breath rustling in her ear, the gentle tone of his voice inviting, enticing.

"I want you to hold me down while we make love. Please, now..."

He slipped his hand between her thighs and walked his fingers across the satin skin.

"I'm not convinced, Ruth. Ask me again."

"Hold me down Tom."

"With pleasure."

In one swift move he pulled back her chair and locked his lips with hers, giving her a fiery kiss and pulling her against him. His grin never left his face as he swung her legs up and carried her to his bed. The cobalt blue of her sun dress contrasted beautifully with the reddish blond hair framing her flushed, freckled face. He joined her on the sheets and pushed the shoulder straps aside, slowly pulling down the luxurious fabric. Inch by inch he uncovered more of her, dragging her panties down along with the dress. He tossed them aside and slid his hands back up her legs and over her body until the palms of his hands touched hers. He pinned her wrists down on the bed with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. She shot forward to kiss him, hungry and excited. But he pulled back, drifting closer and enjoying the sight of her struggling to get just a little bit closer.

"Try to get your hands loose honey."

"I can't."

"I know."

His eyes never leaving hers, he opened his zipper and pulled out his hard cock. He pushed the tip of inside of her and drove deep into her in one fast thrust. He cut of her scream with his mouth as he kept driving into her. She could feel the course fabric of his jeans rubbing against her thighs as he took her. She felt flooded with pleasure, felt the power of each of his powerful thrusts going deep inside her. She couldn't move, had no choice but accept what he was giving her. She kissed him passionately, desperately trying to show him how much she loved it. Tom ground his hips against hers, keeping his cock lodged deep inside of her and crushing her clit. He looked her in the eye and said

"Now that I have you here, let me tease you a bit. I'm sure you won't mind."

Ruth tried to fuck her hips upward, trying to match his fucking. But every time she pushed up he would slow down, every now then and then he would speed up, stop completely or gave her a little of the hard fucking she wanted. It drove her mad, she wanted to claw his back and pull her pussy up onto his cock.

"Please Tom, please. I can't take it anymore."

He grinned, winked at her and stopped again. Before she could even take a breath to beg him again he started fucking her with abandon. Pulling on the headboard with his free hand, he powered into her. She felt shipwrecked in a storm, shackled to the mast of a tiny boat utterly lost at sea. A huge wave crashed on top of her and she froze, the orgasm bursting through her. Tom pushed his hips down, pinning down against the mattress. He sped up again when she relaxed and he fucked her with hard thrust that pushed her closer to the headboard. There was no more boat now, she was in a haze clinging to a piece driftwood wave after wave of sheer pleasure battered her. Tom Collapsed on top of her, still holding down her hands as he pumped his come deep inside of her. Neither of them moved for close to ten minutes, perfectly happy to luxuriate in the feel of each other's bodies. He locked his fingers with hers as he released her and drifting off to sleep, Ruth mumbled:

"Oh wow."

***

"Morning Ruth, how was your night?"

A beaming smile appeared on her face as she peaked through her eyelashes.

"It was great, slept like a baby. I'm a little bit sore though."

"Hey, your wish is my command."

"Yeah yeah, oh I'm really going to feel this all day. Next time at least warn me you're going to try and break the bed in half."

"So you liked it?"

"Mmmmmmm."

She stretched her body and snuggled closer to him, happy to just laze for a bit and have him stroke her hair.

"So, why did you ask?"

"Hmm? Ask what?"

"Why did you ask me to pin you down?"

Suddenly shy again, she curled up closer, hiding her face.

"It's just something I've been thinking about."

"And that's all there is to it?"

"Yeah, that's all."

Tom whispered into her ear

"What do you think of when you play with yourself, Ruth? Do you imagine yourself like you were yesterday?"

She kept very quiet, not willing to answer. Her nails dug into his ribs so he started to stroke her hair again. He almost missed her answer.

"Yes."

"Do you imagine more than that?"

"Yes. Please don't hate me for it."

"Why would I hate you for that?"

"It's not normal and I shouldn't want it. I've never told anybody about it, but I thought it would be fine with you. Tom, please just forget that I ever asked you, it was a mistake."

He felt her shoulders shake against his chest and tightened his grip on her a little to let her know he knew she was crying.

"Hush honey, you don't have to worry about it. I want you to tell me everything. You will tell me everything and we'll have great fun with it."

"No I won't, just forget about it."

"You don't understand, I'm like you. I've dreamt of tying you up since the first time I met you. I have everything I need to do it back at my place. I've been learning everything about it for two years now. Tell me what you want and I will make it happen."

"You mean that you know BDSM?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"We've only been dating for four months now, it's not something that comes up. I keep it private."

"And you want to do that stuff to me?"

"Only what you're comfortable with."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything. Just know that you don't have to hide from me."

***

He left her alone to go and make breakfast and she silently panicked, pulling the duvet all the way over her head. She'd never told anybody. And what was even worse was that he hadn't responded in any way like she expected him to. Oh, she'd expected him to be understanding. What blindsided was the offer he had hinted at, was that a good thing? What did it mean, what could he do to her? He wanted to know everything. Would he laugh? She balled up under the duvet like a little girl and sighed. What to do?

"Ruth? I cooked eggs and bacon. Do you want some?"

She peaked from under the edge of the duvet and saw grinning down at her.

"Playing hide and seek?"

He seemed so comfortable with the situation, how did he do that when she was a bundle of nerves.

"I don't think I can even get a single bite in me."

"Come here, stop hiding under the blanket. Have a piece of crispy bacon. And if that doesn't do it, I'll feed you myself."

The next ten minutes where a haze for Ruth, as Tom fed her bite size bits of egg and bacon. It was no big deal to him, just something he did. For her it was different, she felt taken care of. She felt loved, the fact that someone would happily do something as silly as feed her made her happy. Maybe she could tell him everything and he wouldn't get weird about it.

"Tom, if I tell you will you promise me you won't laugh at me? It's kind of embarrassing."

"I won't laugh at you honey."

"I want to do more of what we did last night. I want to do other stuff as well, I don't really know what. I haven't looked into it much, but I know there has to be a lot of things I want to try. It's not that our sex life isn't great but you know, different is good in a different way. An oh, I want to be a genie at least once."

She blurted it out and she scanned his face for any sign that he would laugh at her, but she saw nothing. He had a perfect poker face.

"What kind of genie?"

"What?"

"You know, there are different kinds."

"That's what you want to know?"

"Yes."

"You don't want to ask about any of the other stuff?"

"Oh, that. I know more about that than you do, so I don't need to ask."

"Do you now?"

"I do. Now, to get back to my question. Is being a genie your oldest fantasy?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"Is it a lesser genie you want to be, bound to a master?"

"How do you know?"

"It's who you are Ruth. Every time we're together you go out of your way to make me feel comfortable and happy. Tell me, did you use to keep beer in the fridge?"

"No, why?"

"How many different kinds are in your fridge now?"

"Six, I think."

"Did you buy those because you know that I like beer?"

"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It's just one little thing, but I noticed. You stopped wearing make-up when I told you that I like you better without a lot of make-up. You're always dressed nicely when you see me. You really didn't have to wear that beautiful evening dress just for dinner at my place. Did you put it on just because you knew I would enjoy it?"

"Yes."

Tom picked her up from the bed and settled her in his lap. He held her close to him and said

"But you didn't do it just for me did you? Do you love it when I notice? How do you feel right now?"

"I'm not nervous anymore, I feel really warm and safe. I feel loved, like I matter."

"That's why you do what you do, you want to make me happy and you want me to notice."

"Maybe, I don't know. There's more than that, sex stuff."

"That can wait for now. I'm going to take a shower and you're going to take a shower. You'll go home with some books I want you to read seriously. Then I'll leave you alone for a week, so you can have a start at trying to figure out what you want."

"You're throwing me out already?"

"Well, I guess I'm in no hurry to take my shower..."

He left a satisfied woman in bed when he got out to take a shower. She had leafed through the books he'd put on the table by the time he got out.

"You want me to read all of these?"

"Yes, you should know what's out there so you have an idea what you can ask for. Be greedy honey. I prefer Domination and submission over masochism and sadism and I think you will feel the same. Don't be ashamed, just let yourself be curious."

He locked her in his arms, slid his hands in her hair and edged her back to the wall. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it as his. She was trapped, but safe. She yielded to him and danced her tongue around his. When he released her she was out of breath, flushed and very horny.

"Goodbye now."

"Wait, you can't leave me like this!"

"But I can, I'm doing it right now. You'll have to wait until next week."

And out the door she went, him steadily pushing her out the door, chuckling all the way. Great, she'd have to calm down now before she could even start her car safely. Damn that man.

***

"Hi Ruth, how did your week go?"

It had been terrible, exciting, confusing, just throw anything you can think of at it and you've hit your mark.

"It was okay I guess."

"Ok? Now you're just not being honest with me."

She lowered her gaze and said

"There are so many things I hadn't even imagined."

"One of the books has a list exercise about what you would do, wouldn't do and what you would consider doing. You didn't do that?"

"No, I skipped that."

"I told you to take this seriously, now go sit down at the table and do the exercise. Just consider everything you can come up with. I'll watch some TV."

"But..."

"No buts, get to it."

It turned out to be a surprisingly long list, the books he gave her were pretty creative in what they considered to be ok to do.

"What's that you're reading?"

"I'll trade you. It's important for me to know what's where on that list."

"You want to read it? Oh no, I can't do that."

"Honey, you will have to trust me with much more in the future if you want to go through with this. Do you trust me?"

"I do, it's just I don't even know how much of what's on that paper is true. I don't want you to get a bad image of me."

"Don't worry, I know that there are all sorts of interesting little gems hidden away in that dirty mind of yours. Trade?"

"Fine."

He handed her the copy in his hands, it was typed and titled 'Aysa'.

"Who's Aysa?"

"You wanted to be a genie, so I made up a story about a genie and a master."

"Just because I told you that I wanted to be a genie?"

"You made me want to read some 1001 nights and it gave me an idea. I hope you like it."

"Somehow I think I will."

***

Aysa

Djinn usually avoid or ignore us pitiful humans. Yet still stories abound of mortals piquing their interest and snaring them in the mortal world. Or they get bored and cause what they think is innocent mischief. In my case, an Ifrit decided to replace a Wazir child with one of his own children. While I grew up amongst humans, the stolen child lived as an enslaved servant to the Djinn.

I didn't know the ancient laws governing the Djinn, didn't know that I was supposed to restrain myself. Different from many changelings, my pedigree didn't manifest itself in magic or its like, instead my mind was sharpened and my body strengthened. My nature pulled me into military service, I served king Sharyar first as a Sassanian, a cavalry commander. I commanded with authority, gaining swift results and tricking many enemies. I was able to avert many disasters, almost all of which had been instigated by my father.

He was angered that his entertainment had been disturbed and intended to kill me. I escaped him by jumping in the sea where he could not follow me. A Marid dwelt in a submerged cave close to that shore and was annoyed at my intrusion. He rose from the depths and towered over me, terrible in its power. He was as a mountain, his voice was thunder and his eyes burned with the fire that was his life. I crashed down onto the land, carried by the tidal wave that the Marid had thrown up by his arrival. My father tried to take me then but the Marid stopped him.

"You, why do you drive your son into my seas?"

"He has displeased me."

I shook in fear as the Marid turned his regard to me, thunderclouds gathering above him.

"What have you done, changeling?"

"I have done nothing. The Ifrit lies, I have done nothing to displease him. I have never seen him before! I am just a soldier, trying to prevent other powers from sending armies along your shores and fleets over your seas. I am your most humble servant."

I prostrated myself before the Marid, pressing my forehead into the sand.

"This is how he displeased you, Ifrit? By preventing a war that you caused. You sought to disturb me? You have broken the law, my King will hear of this. You are under my protection now, soldier. I will repay your service by asking my King for an audience where he will judge the Ifrit that is your father."

I woke up in a room that was beyond my imagination. The bed was surrounded by fine silk with golden and silver patterns running through it. I was still marveling at the opulence I found myself in when a lesser Djinni came to lead me to the King.

My father pleaded his case and denied that I was his son, saying that no son of his would be unable to perform any magic. I told the king that my talents did not lie with magic but with cunning and strength. I don't know what you know of the Djinn lands beyond the great mountains, but there are cities, rivaling each other in their splendor. Each city is ruled by a king, but the very fickle nature of even the higher Djinn makes it impossible to be true to any type of alliance for very long. They were always at war. To prove beyond doubt that I was a changeling I had to defeat the army of a rival Djinn king, who had betrayed his word.

The campaign was an arduous trek through the mountains, foiling numerous ambushes before we made it to the battlefield. It was very different combat from what I had encountered before, and my wits were all I had to keep my host from being obliterated. Strange as it was, it was not that different in other respects. As with any army, this one also had camp followers. For Djinn it is not necessary to bathe, but I have found that cleanliness is paramount on any campaign in order to stay fresh and healthy. I bathed every morning, if there was water to wash myself. I noticed after a few times that I was being watched with eager eyes. I never let this show though, instead my morning ritual was extended as much as was possible.

The war was ours in the end and the rival king conceded. On our way back, my observer had become more and more audacious. I knew who she was since I had caught glimmers of her opal face. On our return, the king recognized the truth of my claim and accordingly punished my father. The King thanked me for the service I had done him and told me to choose that which I valued most from the riches that were in his possession.

"If thou would permit me, that which I value the most is a Djinnayah called Aysa. If she freely obeys my wishes, then no gift could be more precious. I wish to bind her to me and make her a paragon of excellence, a being that will make her name, 'Clear as the moon' inadequate to describe her magnificence."

The king agreed that I could have her as a concubine but I asked the King if he would allow her to decide for herself. If she decided that she didn't want to bind herself, I would take nothing as a reward. Aysa was called to me and kneeled in front of me,

"Many times I have watched you as you bathed, marveling at such a creature, despairing that none such as yourself would deem me worthy a moment of his time. And now you ask me to choose you? I will not waste a moment longer being from your sight, if you will have me you can take me!"

I smiled and turned to this beautiful creature saying

"I have glimpsed you many times while you were peeking at me, dear one. I have followed your graceful stride through the camp and have enjoyed every time you danced for us. I know you and now I ask you, will you bind yourself to me? If you do, I will ask the illustrious King to seal you and place the seal binding you to me in your own hands so that you may remember at all times that you could be free from me if you wanted to be."