Pillar Ch. 08-10

"Double espresso, black please. I'll be quick."

She hurried to the bathroom, still a little bit shaken. When she came back her eyes seemed to have come alive. She was still blushing a bit from washing off her make-up and it made her look fresh and vibrant.

"I got you a raspberry tart as well, as an apology for being rude. Come, have a seat."

He was holding out her chair for her. The sudden turnaround surprised her but she accepted his kindness.

"Thanks, but you didn't have to buy me any pastry."

"I don't mind, it's already been paid for so you might as well enjoy it. Now, why did you write that advert?"

The tone of his voice told her she would do good to be honest, she sighed.

"I didn't think I would have to tell you this, but here goes. I'm easy, I was easy in high school and I really caught my stride when I got to university. It's not that I'm stupid, I just need it. My body needs it. But so many times the guy has no idea what he's doing and he just makes me horny. It makes me angry. So I put out an advert out to find someone who would have a clue on how to give me what I want. I've tried some other dominants and some BDSM, but it's not what I want exactly. It's the actual sex that I want, I want the physical."

She put her head in her hands and in a choked voice she said

"I'm so sick of it, so sick of the constant desire. I just need to feel like I've had enough so I can get on with things, so I can concentrate. I can't believe I'm telling you this."

Her eyes were wild when she looked up at him, he could see the pain hiding behind them.

"I think I get it, Alex. Thank you for telling me, that was brave of you. I'll forgive you for being late and dressing up like a slut. Finish your treat, I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where?"

"A shop, you'll see. Notify your friend, I'll give you the address."

"My friend?"

He sighed and took out his own cell

"You didn't notify anybody about where you were and with who? That's a rooky mistake, Alex. It could've cost you dearly."

"Cost me what?"

He just shook his head and wouldn't say more.

***

A bit later Alex found herself in a changing booth, undressing. From behind the curtain Tom said

"So, what happened after you read my second letter?"

She paused with her tight skirt just below her ample, round cheeks. What had happened? She'd reread his little story a couple times until she could imagine herself firmly in the grip of a stranger waiting patiently in her home to rape her. It had taken a life of its own, taking her imagination hostage for a long time.

"Well, what happened? Did you play with yourself?"

Blushing furiously into the mirror she answered

"Yes."

"You know, this is a very private store. You can do whatever you want behind the curtain and nobody would know. Except for me of course, I would know everything that's going on behind that thin curtain. I'll give you some time to yourself while I go and pick out some clothes for you."

He chuckled as he walked away. Damn him! She rested her forehead against the cool mirror. One hand disappeared in her panties and the other cupped one of her breasts. God she was wet, she closed her eyes and fragments of her earlier fantasies flashed through her mind. She slipped a finger inside her pussy and fingered herself, tweaking her nipple at the same time.

What was she doing? She opened her eyes and saw herself in her lewd position, as if she couldn't even wait to take off all of her clothes before touching herself. What if he came in right now, mashed her tits against the mirror and fucked her right here? She furiously rubbed her clit at that thought, giving her a small but satisfying orgasm. She couldn't hold back her moaning though and she jumped when she heard Tom laughing

"That was quick. If you have your hands free you can put these on. And try to keep them clean will you?"

She could imagine the grin plastered on his face. How long had he been there? Ashamed and excited at the same time she fully undressed and then had a look at the clothes he'd brought. They were unexpected. A grey blouse, tight on her breasts but flaring out towards the bottom. A loose dark blue skirt and a soft cotton scarf resembling the cobalt of her eyes to finish the picture. She looked good. The blouse highlighted her breasts and her waist but not her love handles. The colors made her eyes stand out and her skin seemed like creamy silk in comparison to the light grey of the blouse. She was admiring herself when the curtains slid open and Tom took in her transformed reflection.

"Ah, much better. The next time we meet, I'll expect you to be wearing something more this style. Simplicity always flatters beauty."

***

They were having a drink on a terrace, Alex glanced down at her purchases and pouted a little

"You could've bought those for me you know. I'm not rich."

He smiled and shook his head

"Who buys clothes for someone he just met? And besides, nobody forced you to buy them. You could've left them in the store."

"There's that. So now what?"

"We have a chat, finish our drinks and go home."

"Your place or mine?"

"Neither. I don't put out on the first date, especially not if it's your kind of date."

"You're not backing off are you?"

"Oh no, I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

"Just not today."

"Nope. Do you like music?"

"What kind?"

"Nothing in particular, just name some genre you've listened to recently."

"Dubstep."

"Will next Wednesday work for you?"

"Sure."

"Good, I'll pick you up at 7 PM. I've got to go now."

He finished his drink and got up to leave, leaving some cash on the table. He walked up to her and lifted her chin towards him, winked at her and then swept down like a hungry falcon, devouring her lips. His hand tangled painfully in her luscious red ringlets and he pulled her against him. She was limp in her chair as his tongue subdued hers and he claimed her mouth completely. When he released her, there was a fire in his eyes and he whispered

"Oh yes, a lot of fun."

***

"Go on in, make yourself at home."

Alex felt out of place in Tom's apartment. Her own student room was cramped and cluttered. There was no clutter here and nothing seemed to be out of place. Her eyes were drawn to a crude sketch of a stormy sea, the bold strokes echoed the primal violence of the waves crashing down. A tiny boat was inevitably crushed between the swirling blues. Her eyes drifted down to see a delicate vase decorated with a beautifully depicted shipwreck turned coral reef.

"Do you like the sketch? I put it up because I knew you were coming."

His arms closed around her from behind and he hissed in her ear

"Do you want to see it from up close, with your tits mushed against the cupboard?"

He slipped one hand in her panties and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, she groaned at the intrusion.

"You're wet already. I'm surprised you even wore panties tonight."

His free hand closed around her throat and he ordered

"Unbutton your blouse or I choke you."

She struggled with the first button and he sealed her throat with an iron grip. She blazed through the remaining buttons. She gasped for air when he released her and choked out a moan when he started fingering her hard with three fingers. Snip. He cut her bra! Bastard! A groan escaped him when he finally laid hands on her ample tits.

She was struggling now, angry at him for cutting up her stuff with no warning. He was ready for her and pulled savagely on her nipple, forcing her forward with a yelp of pain. He pushed down with his knees in the hollow of her knees and her legs folded under her own weight. He pulled her scarf loose and quickly bound her wrists behind her back. He cut away her panties smacking her ass hard when she tried to struggle. She didn't give up, so again and again he smacked her, each slap hard and unyielding until she submitted, whimpering.

With no respite he pushed her head down and slammed into her from behind, her face and tits mushed against the cold floor. Every violent thrust resounded with a slap and pushed her forward until she was bumping into the couch. Oh god! Yes! She wanted to scream out her pleasure like an animal but she couldn't. Her face was buried in her hair, enveloping her in a blurry darkness. She let out a strangled moan when an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock but he didn't slow down, he couldn't care less about her pleasure. She felt like she was being violated by a wild animal rutting inside of her. She loved every second of it.

He pulled back and abruptly she felt empty. He used her hair as a handle to pull her forward, and she waddled along on her knees. Her tits jiggled when he pulled her up and shoved her against the cupboard under the picture. He stretched her drenched pussy with four fingers, pumping in and out at a furious pace. Her knees buckled under the sensation and he slapped her ass again.

"I hope you're ready for it."

Two fingers slipped up her ass, loosening it. He jammed in a third and twisted, making her gasp. She came again when he wet his dick in her pussy, the burn in her ass toppled her over the edge.

"Put your tits on the cupboard."

He pushed her forward so her tits were flattened against the sleek wood. She cried out as he forced his cock up her ass. Slapping her ass with both hands on every thrust he sent hot ripples of pain and pleasure through her body. She came, staring into the wild sea she felt as if she were drowning, sinking deep under the waves, being tossed around by currents she couldn't even fathom.

"And now your last hole."

He pulled her down on her knees again and pulled her head behind her shoulders, stretching her neck. He pushed his cock down her throat as he was roughly playing with her tits. He bottomed out his cock and started violently face fucking her. Her lungs screamed for air and still she felt his rock hard cock sliding up and down her throat. He finally exploded, filling her mouth with his seed.

"Don't spill any of it, you slut."

She swallowed and collapsed down on the floor, exhausted. Through bleary eyes she looked up at him, not quite understanding how come she felt so completely used and satisfied.

"What just happened?"

Her voice sounded weak and although Tom was breathing just as heavily as she was, leaning on his knees, he managed to laugh.

"You just got fucked. You know, I'm glad it's still early."

Her eyes widened and she shied away a little, he laughed again.

"Not right now, Alex, I'll give you some rest. I was a little rough with you after all."

She snorted.

"A little? That was a little? I don't know if I want you to get really rough with me then. God, when you fucked my mouth... I've never even imagined doing it like that. You're a bit mental aren't you?"

"Thanks for the compliment. Come sit with me in the sofa, I have something for you."

He pulled a black box from behind some pillows and gave it to her. She removed the lid and had a peek, inside there was a sexy set of black lacy lingerie with white pinstripes.

"Oh wow, this is really nice Tom."

"If you break something you pay for it. I got your sizes from the last time we met."

She gave an absent nod as she ran her finger over the delicate lace. It was the first time she owned anything like this. It would cradle her breasts, hinting at the creamy treasure that was beneath the delicate layer of fabric.

"What about buying clothes for people you've just met?"

"Well, this is different."

"I guess it is."

"Do you want to be a little bit lazy with me now?"

She smiled and put the lingerie back in its box, turning to him she said

"Yeah, I think I can do that."

They watched a Jimmy Carr DVD together and had some empanadas, all the while chatting away and getting to know each other better.

"This isn't what I expected Tom. I thought we were just going to fuck until we dropped and then split. But here I am, relaxing with some food after you fucked me raw the moment I set foot in your place."

"Doing the same thing for hours bores me. I think you just have to do whatever you're doing until you're satisfied. Are you satisfied Alex?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine."

They settled back into the sofa, Alex's head on his leg. She thought he would brush her off but he didn't. He did slide his hand up her blouse from time to time, slowly kneading her full, braless breasts. She enjoyed the attention and leaned back a little, trying to give him better access. After some time he carefully got up and said

"Come, let me show you what's next."

He helped her up and walked off to some other room, leaving her to hurry after him. They entered a study that seemed to stem from some time in the past, when talk shows still featured men in suits smoking cigars and drinking.

"What are we going to do here?"

"You are going to stand in the center of that rug and I am going to sit down in my seat over there."

Confused she obeyed him and watched his back as he was tinkering with something. The first pulse of bass hit her, vibrating through her body. She gasped and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the music that seemed to surround her, wrap her in a blanket of earthly sensations. Slowly getting into the heavy groove, her hands slid across her body as she responded to the warbling sounds. Her hips swayed to the slow, grinding rhythm. During a small lull in the music she opened her eyes and made eye-contact with Tom, shivering as she saw the hunger in his eyes. He was watching her intently, following every movement she made, seeing every enticing jiggle her body made.

The bass roared back to life and she arched her back, thrusting her chest forward as she slowly inched her hands upwards. Her body started undulating to the hypnotic sway of the music as she was fondling her naked breasts through the taut fabric of her blouse. Heat was building inside of her, knowing what she was doing and who was watching. One hand disappeared in her skirt, her hips rocking on her fingers to the slow heartbeat of the music. She was coddled in a cocoon of unrelentingly intense sound, resonating within her.

She struggled to unbutton her restrictive blouse, wanting to feel her skin under hands. Her breasts fell out of the tight blouse and she rolled a nipple between her fingers, still playing with herself. Her moans were mute in the chaos. She felt incapable of being tender with her body, the continued storm of bass and screeching filled her with a need to make her body feel what her ears were hearing. She squeezed her own breast, enjoying the way the vibrations intensified everything she was feeling. Her hand was soaked now, she wanted to come.

The music was building up to a massive climax and she felt herself rising along with the crescendo as she furiously rubbed her clit. A tidal wave of bass swept her away into orgasm, the joined sensation of the two blasted through her. Her mouth was open in a seemingly silent scream, her body writhing and grinding, unable to stand still, unable to calm down. She was still riding the wave of her orgasm when Tom picked her up and dropped her on the desk. Dazed, Alex spread her legs, wanting him inside of her.

They locked eyes and moved as one, guided by the rhythm, his sweater rubbing over her exposed breasts. Her body was lost to her. Neither did Tom think of what he was doing, a slow buildup in the sound made him grind into her with his hips. The sound grew in intensity again, coming to a tilting point and then plunging into a deep warbling mess. The sturdy desk shook under the force of his thrusts when he took the plunge as well, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, mashing her tits against his chest and meeting him thrust for thrust with all the power she had.

This wasn't fucking, this was dancing, grinding and desperately trying to share how the deep reverberations of the music affected them. Tom came with his cock buried deep inside of her and collapsed on top of her, thinking of nothing but his pleasure as it danced with the sound. He enjoyed the wonderful softness of the beautiful woman beneath him and the music, always the music. They didn't stir until the mix was finished. Tom half dragged her to his reading chair where he plopped her into his lap and put his arms around her.

"I knew I'd have fun with you."

She mumbled some unintelligible reply and seemed perfectly happy to just snooze, so he let her.

***

"Alex? It's Tom, I was just calling to check up and see if everything was ok."

"Oh I'm great, if you don't count my pussy, my ass and my neck. God, you wrecked my poor body."

"Well, it's good to hear that your sense of humor is still intact. Everything else okay, anything you want to tell me? Something that tastes sour now that you've had time to think it over?"

"No, really I'm fine. I enjoyed myself. I loved all of it and slept like a baby afterwards. The stuff you gave me worked wonders."

"Ah, that's good to know. Well, I was just checking up. Take care and if something does come up, don't hesitate to call. I'll get to you as soon as I can."

"Ok, I'll do that."

"Bye Alex."

"Bye Tom."

Alex put down the phone and closed her eyes, pushing the phone against her crinkled brow. She thought back, yeah it had hurt but she'd never been fucked like that in her life. She rubbed her pussy through her panties and winced at the tenderness, but she didn't stop. Memories of her face getting mushed into the floor flooded her, her fingers acting as the cock furiously pumping in her. She was surprised at how fast she came. Shit. She was in trouble.

***

"Tom, it's Alex here."

"Oh, hi Alex, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I was just wondering, last time you called you didn't say anything about meeting up again and you haven't called last week so I was wondering... You know, when we could meet up again?"

"Well, I honestly didn't think about meeting up again so soon. Let me think, Wednesday works for me. Same time, same place?"

"Yeah, that's great. Whatever works for you, I'll be ready."

"See you soon, Alex."

"You too, Tom."

***

"Come in Alex, make yourself at home. I realized I never asked for your full name, what is it?"

"It's Alexandra Petra Mihaela Iglinski."

"I love that name. Your whole family is Russian?"

"Half, my grandparents came here from Minsk, trying to find their luck far away from the Soviets. Deda used to curse at how warm and wet Belgium is, but I know he liked his life here better."

"He used to?"

Her faint smile faded and she looked away

"He could only find work in a steel mill, they didn't accept his degrees. The chemicals made him sick, he suffered but he's resting in peace now. I know he's happy, he can finally be with Babushka again. She died on the way here and he never loved another woman after her."

"I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"I don't mind. It's been five years, I can live with it now. He was a great man and an even better grandfather."

He pulled her against him in a bear hug, squashing her ample body against his. She felt comforted by the strength of his embrace as if it showed her how much he wanted her to feel happy again. He released her and held her at arm's length, a grin on his face and his eyes twinkling.

"Well, now I'm extra glad that I chose to make dinner exciting. Come, I'll explain."

He pulled out a chair and plopped her down in it, leaving her confused by the change of pace.

"I like to cook, but not every day. It's just too much work. So I cook a lot when I have time or when I feel like it. Everything I don't eat soon after it's cooked goes into the freezer. Now, last time I noticed you enjoy spicy food. For tonight I have Thai green curry, cashew chicken and chili con carne. There are twelve little plates on the table, we just have to reheat them for a minute and they'll be fine to eat.