Pillar Ch. 15

"Sir, do you have any needs that your servant may fulfill?"

Tom was surprised, he had planned something for tonight, but not this early. He was intrigued.

"Little girl, I'm still cooking. Can't it wait until we finish dinner?"

"We haven't been together for far too long, Sir"

"It's true that I've been busy these past few days."

He pushed the pan off the stove and leaned against the counter. He stood relaxed, with his arms crossed and looked down at her with an amused grin on his face.

"What did my little servant have in mind?"

"Your servant liked it a lot when you played with her..."

She was blushing, her hands clenched together. The way she was fidgeting, clearly embarrassed and excited, was just too cute for him to let go.

"When I played with your what, little girl?"

"With her behind, Sir."

"Is that the word I used at the time? I don't think it was, why don't you say it the way you should, little girl?"

"You were playing with your servant's ass, Sir."

Her face was scarlet now, it didn't seem to matter that she had done the things they were hinting at before, actually talking about it was still embarrassing. Her imagination got carried away and she could see herself writhing on the floor, with Tom driving his hips down, fucking her ass. The picture was so vivid that she squeezed her legs together, trying to hide how much simply asking for it excited her.

She jumped when he blew on her ear, he grabbed her with one arm and kept her firmly in place while he rolled one of her stiff nipples through her shirt. He chuckled when she moaned in response.

"Are you sure you want what you're asking for? Ask it again."

"Please use your servant's ass, Sir."

He pulled her against him so she could feel his hard cock against her back.

"If I were to do something that's a little spectacular, something that would drive you mad, would you still want it?"

She swallowed. Spectacular sounded dangerous, the kind of thing that would make her useless to the world until she recovered. But she wanted to show him that she could take everything he threw at her and still enjoy it.

"Yes, Sir."

"Your voice quivered, little girl. I think this will be fun, for the both of us. Go sit down, I have some preparation work to do. I don't know if your luck is with you or against you though, you don't have a lot of experience with ass play. Ginger might be a bit much for you."

She was confused, what did ginger have to do with anything?

"Ginger, Sir? What..."

"Don't worry, little girl."

He held up a large piece of ginger, about one by two by five inches.

"I was going to use this for tea, but using it on you won't be a waste. I'm going to peel it carefully, so it's nice and smooth. When I'm finished you are going to bend over and I will put this beautiful piece nice and tight in your little asshole. Here, have a slice and chew it."

She had listened with wide open eyes and numbly accepted the small piece of ginger. The taste that hit her taste buds jolted her, fresh ginger is potent stuff. The first hit is fresh and tangy, followed by a warm heat that seems to play on the tongue. She looked down at the lump still in his hand and her mouth formed an O. He was grinning that evil grin of his, there was no way around this now.

He took the piece of ginger and set to work scraping off the skin with a spoon. The pungent scent of ginger and lemon filled the room, every breath she took was a reminder of what was about to happen. Her body was shaking, her mouth was watering, her panties were soaked and worst of all she couldn't stop her ass from clenching and relaxing.

Bit by bit the yellow flesh became more visible and she could see tiny droplets of juice being launched into the air. When he was finished peeling, he touched up some parts and cut a groove at the thick end. Finally he cut off a thin slice and laid it out in front of her. She moved her hand to take it, thinking he wanted her to eat it, but he stopped her.

"Oh no, Ruth. You can leave that there, it's for later."

She shook her head almost in slow motion, disbelieving. She was breathing fast, torn between fear and excitement. What was it going to be like?

"Come here, Ruth, take off your panties and drape yourself over my lap."

With trembling hands she slid her panties down and did as he told her. He tapped her tiny hole with his fingers and she jerked and moaned. He laughed at her reaction and said

"I think my little girl is ready, don't get startled now, this is going to be a little cold."

The water he splashed between her cheeks felt cold on her hot skin, it distracted her from feeling the tip of the root pushing against her asshole. She enjoyed the feeling of being stretched as he steadily pushed in the ginger. There was some tingling but nothing she couldn't handle. When he had inserted the whole thing, he grabbed her cheeks and started massaging them and pushing them together. The root wobbled inside her and she started to feel an increasingly intense burning sensation in her ass.

"Are you starting to feel it, little girl?"

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She started to squirm, trying to find a position that would relieve some of the heat. But there was no escape. Tom held her hips pressed tightly against his lap and prevented her from reaching back and pulling it out. She had asked for this but god, this was not what she had expected.

"It's really hot, Sir."

He chuckled and said

"It's about to get worse, believe me."

The heat peaked and it consumed all her attention. Her body was focused on this one point of incredible sensation, she couldn't help it. It spread through her, her breath sped up and her pussy was soaking wet. She felt like she was in heat, as if she had been injected with something that turned her mind into mush, something that made her want to rut like an animal.

She was squirming hard in his lap and Tom had to use some force to keep her down. But he knew very well she wasn't struggling to get the ginger out anymore. She wanted to get fucked, badly. He smiled. It was time for his little surprise. He took the lonely slice from the table and put it on one of his fingers. He slipped his hands between her legs and started rubbing it against her clit.

Ruth's first reaction was one of deep satisfaction at finally being given what she wanted. But she let out a squeak when she felt the burning start. She was getting used to the burn in her ass but the fresh shock doubled her desire. She could feel her juices running down her legs, she didn't even want to know what her thighs looked at that point. If she could have made words she would have begged him to let her go so she could jump him. She wanted him to fuck her, she wanted to fuck him, she didn't care how it went as long as she got what she wanted.

She struggled and growled until suddenly the pressure was gone. It took her a moment to realize that she was free. Her mind clicked and she jumped up and startled fumbling with his zipper. She couldn't get it to work, her fingers wouldn't do what she told them to do. Her desire grew more insistent and when she finally opened the damn thing she cried out in triumph. The pants disappeared soon enough and finally she could see what she wanted.

She straddled him and without any finesse she drove his cock deep inside of her. An orgasm swept over her, but nothing could stop her at this point. She was driven by a need to move, to fuck and grind herself against this man. She rode him fast, fucking herself with no reserve. With every bounce her clit rubbed against him and her ass squeezed the ginger. The pleasure and the heat blended together into a hot mix.

She moaned and grunted, lost in her own pleasure. Gradually she started rising higher and each time she fell back on top of his cock, a shock went through her. She couldn't remember herself ever being like this. She felt electrified, as if her energy was boundless. She was so hungry, her appetite was insatiable. The ginger had unleashed an animal side of her.

She fucked herself to exhaustion and the only thing that stopped her was Tom holding her hips down. He had enjoyed the wild ride immensely, enthusiasm is the best thing a woman can show during sex. But he didn't want her to hurt herself, she slowly calmed down after he pulled out the root and stroked her back for a while. She was mumbling into his shoulder but he couldn't understand a thing she was saying. He just hugged her and let her calm down with a satisfied smile on his face.

After a while he put her on the couch and went to finish up the meal. The smell of food called Ruth back to the living and very soon she was sitting on her chair, eager to have at it.

"I'm famished, Tom. I have no idea what happened just now, but it's left me with a giant hole in my stomach."

He grinned when he put the pans of steaming rice and stir fried beef in front of her.

"I added something special to the meat."

"You didn't!"

"Just the slice I used on your clit. Every piece of ginger in that pan could be the one."

The stir fry suddenly seemed more menacing than appetizing. She could never let her guard down for a second when he was in one of his teasing moods. He had a twinkle in his eye as he scooped up her food, carefully watching her expression. Suddenly he started laughing.

"You're too easy sometimes. I threw it in the trash. You should've seen your face."

Ruth sulked while they ate, the conversation highlighted by her fork hitting the plate with more force than was strictly necessary. It didn't help that she could see the twinkle in his eye every time she got especially loud. Eventually she gave up and admitted defeat.

They retreated to the couch and Tom mixed some drinks. Ginger beer with aged rum, appropriate for the occasion. Ruth's thoughts were pulled back to her performance every time she felt the gentle burn of the drink in her throat. She was starting to heat up again when Tom's cell rang.

"Alex?"

Ruth pulled back a little in the couch and put her drink down, but Tom didn't notice.

"Calm down, tell me what's wrong."

In the next five minutes she got increasingly annoyed and she turned on the television, politely muted. Tom gave her the mandatory apologizing look and she answered with a tiny nod.

"Just wait, I'll be there soon."

"Are you going to Alex again?"

"I have to. I can't leave her hanging now."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know, but don't stay up if it gets late. I'll send a text before I leave."

She sighed and gave him a hug. He kissed her briefly, grabbed his coat and just like that he was gone, leaving her to herself.

***

When Tom came back home, the place was dark and silent. He had hoped to find Ruth still awake but she wasn't up. He wanted to talk to her about Alex, their last hours together had been tough again. He sighed, resigning himself to talking about it in the morning. At least he could hold her while he dozed off. He stepped into his bedroom but there was nobody there, the duvet hadn't even been touched. Maybe she went home, he was disappointed but he could understand that she'd rather not wait around on her own.

He decided to grab a beer from the fridge, the act of popping the bottle cap and experiencing the familiar taste would calm him down and help him to set foot back into normality. Halfway to the kitchen, he stopped when he heard crying coming from one of the guest rooms. He knocked on the door and made his way into the room.

"Ruth? I'm coming in."

He sat down next to her on the bed and she crawled up against him, clinging to him. He held her close until she calmed down and asked

"What's wrong, Ruth?"

"I was feeling alone. One moment you're there and the next you're gone, off to take care of Alex. And it wasn't like we were doing nothing in particular, I wanted to spend more time with you. And still you leave as soon as you finish your call, like I'm nothing to you. It makes me wonder if we feel the same for each other."

He squeezed her close to him and said

"I'm sorry about leaving you alone like that, it'll get better when she gets over this rough patch. There's nothing I can do about that, it will be hard for a while longer. But I can't accept that you doubt whether I feel the same way you do. I want you to show me what it is that you fear losing so much that you cry by yourself in the dark."

He let her go and flipped back the duvet, she was naked so he unbuttoned his shirt and draped it over her. He picked her up in his arms and she rolled against him, cuddling up, enveloped in his presence and his smell. The past hours spent worrying and crying faded away, dissolving in this bubble of warmth and strength. He draped her on top of his bed and watched her try to protect herself from the cool air with just his shirt. It was a beautiful sight to see her fumble with it like a little kitten. He leaned over her and whispered into her ear

"Ruth, I want you to dance and let me watch you, from the start until you feel like you're finished."

She peeked out from under the shirt and hesitantly lowered it.

"I don't feel like dancing."

"Use it to show me what you feel for me, Ruth. Once you've shown me, I can tell you if I feel the same."

Still confused Ruth kept quiet until she heard the music he put on. The shrill tune of a single sitar shimmered through the room. It spoke of longing and loneliness. The sitar's desires went unfulfilled for the rest of the song, it tried to call out to anyone who might join it but nobody did. The song ended in a soft, dying note.

"Do you think the sitar player was smiling while he played this song? He couldn't have been. I want you to take your time and ponder what it is you feel when you're with me. Look for it in the music and show it to me through the way you move your body, tell it to me without words."

Unsure of herself, she switched places with Tom. He laid down on his back, looking up at her. A second song was playing now, the sitar joined by a flute. They shied away from each other, never playing at the same time. Still, she could feel the curiosity of the flute and the joy of the sitar, mixed with fear to drive this new marvel away.

She tried to look into herself, tried to see if the music fit what she felt. She shook her head and flipped through songs until she finally found what she was looking for. It was an energetic mix of all kinds of instruments, swirling in a vortex of joyful sounds. She could see the musicians smiling and swaying as they played their parts.

She turned up the volume and let the sound whirl and bounce through the room. She pictured herself when they were together, she saw her own surprise and her inevitable smile. She saw his eyes on her and the myriad feelings his look could awaken within her. She felt her chest swell up and she couldn't stay still any longer.

She stretched her arms above her head, running her hands through her hair and letting it fall in a shimmer of copper and gold. She focused on him and she was pleased when his eyes were following her hand as it slowly traveled down her face, caressing her cheek and stopping at her clavicle. Her hips swayed and she seductively twisted them, stretching her flat stomach, showing off her toned body.

She felt his eyes on her, felt that he was trying to understand what she was telling him. Her body was open to him, her expression was clear. She teased herself because she knew it would please him. She was dancing for him, the feelings bubbling up were because of him. Her best memories were because of him.

She danced, no longer listening to the music. She responded to the sounds and let her body take over. Tom was mesmerized, somehow she seemed more than the woman he had met. In front of him was a vision of female mystery and enticement. One side of him wanted to jump up and devour her but the other side was nailed to the bed. By the time he realized she had stopped dancing, she was already by the bedside.

"That was amazing. I don't know what..."

She silenced him with a finger on his lips and deftly removed his pants and underwear. She straddled him with the same grace she had used while dancing and slowly impaled herself on his hard cock.

"You wanted me to show you what I felt, not tell you."

She started riding him, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Her hands were teasing her nipples and brushing through her hair. She seemed to flow from one thing into the next, dancing on top of him. She rotated her hips on top of him, massaging him inside of her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her hair hiding both their faces. Her hands rested on his chest and she pushed up a little, her green eyes burning from within.

"Watch me, Tom."

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she started to drive her hips back and forth. She went faster and faster, her hands clawing into his skin. She wanted him to see more so she rose up and embraced herself, pushing her breasts close together. She rode him like that, her eyes closed and her head lolling from side to side. She was lost in the rhythm of the music and the pleasure inside of her.

When she came, her eyes snapped open and she arched her back. She slid one hand down to her clit and rubbed it furiously, the beautiful arch of her body collapsed and she started shaking as the orgasm intensified. She was oblivious to Tom's climax. She fell in a heap on top of him and blindly found his hair so she could pull his face to her and kiss him.

"Did you see, Tom? Do you know now?"

Seeing her lips so close to him, he couldn't answer straight away. He kissed her, wanting to burn every second of the kiss into his memory. He wrapped her in his arms so he could feel her against him. He wanted to remember her like this, never wanted to forget that she had this primal creature inside of her.

"God, Ruth. I've never seen anything as beautiful as that. You're always a gorgeous little thing, but that wasn't normal. That was magnificent, I honestly don't think I'm capable of anything like that for you."

He kissed her again, rolling her over on her back and trapping her with his body.

"But I can tell you this. Even if I'm not magic like you, I can promise you that I'll give you a little something to cherish every day and I hope that over time it'll come close to what it is you give to me."

She nodded and smiled, she was happy with his words and a little smug about having him in the palm of her hand for a time. He was definitely off center.

"I'm glad you liked it. I had you eating out of my hand like a little puppy, didn't I?"

He laughed and bit her shoulder.

"It's good to change things up every once in a while. Don't expect it to become the norm though, you're mine."

They cuddled up together after that, both of them happy with each other. But Ruth took a lot longer to fall asleep than Tom. As she felt his chest slowly rise and fall she couldn't shake off her worries. She believed him when he told her he loved her. She believed he cared for her. But would it last? Was he already drifting away from her without him realizing?

She felt guilty for misleading him. She hadn't been crying because she was lonely, she had been afraid. What if she fell short again? She grabbed his arm and held it tight against her chest. He instinctively wrapped himself further around her and she cried again, in the safety of his arms.

***

-'Hi mom.'

-'Honey, I saw something and I called you right away. It's about Tom.'

-'What about Tom?'

-'I was at a coffee place not far from where he works and he walked in. I wanted to say hi but he went to a young thing and he almost had to peel her off his face. I didn't expect something like that from him, I thought he was a good guy. But in the end he's just scum. You can't move in with him now, you just can't. Not when he's cheating on you.'