I'll Be Around

The time they had was too short and too intense. Her problems and her anxieties overwhelmed her. She didn’t know what to do and she didn’t know where to go. She wanted him and she knew that he was not an option. The very next day she decided to take her life. A bathtub filled with warm water helped her drift to sleep while she observed how the water changed the color when more and more blood was in it. She closed her eyes and thought that it will be over soon.

When he didn’t hear from her when he was supposed to, he went to her room, to check up on her. Ignoring the “Do not disturb” sign he forced the maid to open the door. He dragged her out of the bathtub and took care of the wounds. She was half conscious and she didn’t try to fight against it. He persuaded hotel staff not to call the police and not to make big fuss about it. He took care of her for the next few days and she recovered well. Her wounds weren’t deep and she got lucky that he came to her rescue so soon.

He already pushed back his departure a couple of times and now he really needed to leave. It was also her time to return home. They said a quick and bitter goodbye on the airport. When he boarded the plane and opened his book, he found her note:

“Take Me”

Crawling to him
on all fours
She offers herself to him
Desiring to be used like
an obedient pet

Kneeling at his feet
she craves to serve him
Naked … save a leather collar

She is a good girl.
Staying silent when her mind
is screaming: “Take Me…”

Take me
Take me with you

She never pictured herself as being dominated and controlled before she met him. Almost nine years ago he started visiting a web site that she was running. She used to be a financial advisor and was sort of dragged into the internet phenomenon when the dot com bubble was just about to burst. He was a regular visitor and an occasional contributor in the public sections of the web site. It didn’t take long for them to become friends. But it took almost two years to finally meet in person. It was a business oriented conference in Seattle. Her assistant messed up flight schedule and she had to drive from California all the way north to Seattle. The drive wasn’t that long and flight would be much better. She complained for some time then she remembered that she will finally get to meet her far away friend. She hurried herself on the way instead.

Because of the long drive she barely made it to the airport to pick him up. Lucky for her, his flight was delayed for couple of hours and she came to the airport half an hour after the plane has landed. After all the security checks and other post-flight nuisances he walked out of that terminal just to see her entering the building. It certainly wasn’t love at the first sight, they were both already involved. She was married, he was in a three year long relationship, so they had few pleasant days in Seattle during the conference.

After ten minutes they were talking like two old friends and they had a lot to tell to each other. They talked for hours and hours. She was surprised and overwhelmed at the same time, their talks were like a synergy of minds. They had similar sense of humor, similar views on the world and similar interests. They were intellectually attracted  to each other. This mattered him the most, when he realized that she is so compatible with him he was drawn to her more and more. Most of the feelings he managed to suppress, it wouldn’t be good for them to emerge. He certainly didn’t want to complicate her life.

They got so addicted to their talking that as soon the conference was over, they went to lunch or dinner and they talked, for hours and hours.

Everything started with a kiss. Both half drunk, both tired from the conference on some after party while playing some silly party game that people usually play when they are drunk. And they were. He draw a ticket with “Kiss your neighbor” written on it. He blushed a little bit and looked to his right. Sitting at the next table it was a little overweight man wearing a cowboy suit, hat and boots included. He was instantly under the spotlight and the crowd laughed. Then he turned to his left, where she was sitting, as he looked at her people around them cheered and applauded. He shrugged and leaned to her. She laughed as he kissed her cheek.

“What the hell was that? You call that a kiss,” asked host of the party and other people laughed and cheered, “we want to see some more action!”

First he shook his head, tried to fight it a little but it was no use. He looked at her and she winked him. Better do it now or else the tension will just rise. He moved closer to her, they made eye contact and he reached with his hand behind her head and pulled her closer. Her gasp was silenced by their lips pressing together. She felt lips parting, his tongue on her lips and she closed her eyes and gave into the kiss. Their tongues danced together, they tasted each other as they kissed and after half a minute they barely had the strength to stop the kiss.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

“You do know how to kiss.”

“So do you and your lips are soft like a velvet.”

“Oh, they are? I wouldn’t know, I never kissed a velvet before,” he ended the conversation for the rest of the night.

The ride in the elevator was a short one, they were both still silent, not saying anything. Her room was first on the floor, she slid the key-card in and turned around.

“So, goodnight, I guess.”

“Yeah, goodnight,” he replied, he wanted to say something else. Something that would stop her going into that room. He just bit his lower lip, looking at her.

“Unless you want to come in, I have a full mini bar,” she smiled as she opened the door.

It happened so sudden and so quick, he pushed her in and closed the door behind them. She leaned on the door with her back and dropped everything from her hands. He looked at her standing there, her green eyes were on him, she was biting her lower lip nervously. What now? He was not sure what to do, he hesitated a little, observed her. She was wearing tight khaki pants and a short shirt that revealed her pierced navel and a little bit of cleavage. He liked her body and he liked the shape of it, her body was more curved than the common standard but he liked that.

She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and revealed a black bra with a little red bow in the middle, between her breasts. Then she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down a little. He noticed that her black panties had a matching red bow in the middle. He stepped closer to her, still unsure what to make of the situation, hesitating.

“I need you, you are my drug. Take me,” she whispered to him.

The following few days were packed with excitement, filled with happening and so hyperactive that she had a hard time keeping up with the pace. Jet lag didn’t help much and the whole transition from one life to another was quite a challenge for her. He helped a lot, he took two weeks off to help her settle down, to help her ‘unpack’ her new life.

They both had a line of work that they could do at home in the office. This resulted in spending almost 24 hours per day together. After seven years of separation they felt that days should have 48 hours so that they can catch up on missed time.

“I wonder how much you changed during all this time,” she asked one time while they were both working. She didn’t have the luxury to get some time off like he did when she arrived. She had to work, he just joined in time to time and did some work for his company, trying not to disturb her too much.

“What do you mean? I didn’t change much, at least I hope I didn’t,” he smiled back and looked up to her.

“Oh, I was just wondering, what would happen if I took off my top?”

He grinned as he watched her grabbing the soft red fabric then pulling it up and over her head.

“You know, some things never change.”

“But how can I be sure,” she continued as her hand unhooked her bra. Straps were always tight and it made her breasts look a little bit bigger and her cleavage wouldn’t go unnoticed. He liked bigger, ample breasts and hers could be be bigger. As she pulled down her red lace almost transparent bra he noticed marks that straps left on her skin.

She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and murmured, “Are you still as easily distracted by my boobies as you used to be?”

“I thought you had work to do.”

“Oh, as if my work would or could stop you?”

She leaned back in the chair, her hand slipped inside her pants, her eyes closed as she caressed her smooth and slightly moist pussy. She heard that he stopped typing and she smiled as she contined rubbing herself.

“Master, I am so wet for you. My pussy is aching for your tongue, your fingers, your cock.”

“Then you better follow my instructions,” he said with soft, but firm voice.

“Command me, please.”

He started telling her what to do, how to touch herself, where to grab, where to pinch and how many fingers to use. After ten minutes she was on the edge and she was begging him to fuck her.

“Master, please, take me, take me how you want it.”

He moved around the desk and whispered to her ear, his lips touched her gently. She could feel his voice on her skin.

“You want me? Do you think you were a good little girl and you can have me?”

His hand lashed out and his fingers landed on her breast as he slapped her. She squirmed and moaned and he hit her again.

“Yes, Master. I was. Please. Take me, fuck me, let me please you.”

He walked around her, ordered to pull her hands away from her body. She was half laying in the chair, her legs spread wide and her hells on the desk. Suddenly his hand slapped her pussy. Once, twice, three times. She bit her lip as he continued to slap her pussy. She almost screamed and she didn’t know if it was because of the pain or because he stopped, probably both. He commanded her to stand up and sit on the desk.

“You know what you are now? You are my little fuck toy, understand?”

She nodded and he slapped her face.

“Pussy ate your tongue,” he grinned.

“No s-sir, I understand. Use me Master, I am your fuck toy.”

He kissed her tenderly, their tongues played around and suddenly she felt his hard cock rubbing against her clit. She moaned as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Her pussy was creamed, he pulled her forward, rammed his cock deep inside her with one single stroke as he grabbed her hair and pulled it. She screamed as her pussy accepted him, “Oh god, yes. Fuck me master, please.”

He didn’t need more encouragement, he was pumping insider her, hard deep and fast. His fingers were on her clit, rubbing it wildly, she was gasping for air as almost screamed.

“Master, I would like to cum, I am so close, so close.”

He grinned and whispered, “You can cum if you want.”

Then he pinched her nipple and kissed her as his pounding continued. She grabbed the edge of the desk as she felt her orgasm. Her body started to tremble and shake and she couldn’t control herself anymore. Her pussy was pulsating around his hard cock as he continued to pound her for few more strokes. He groaned because he was barely holding back now. He managed to wait for her orgasm to almost pass, then he grabbed her breasts harder, thrusted couple more times in her and filled her with his hot cum. They finished together and their breathing was slowing down. He pulled out, winked at her and as his cum was dripping down her thighs he said that she needs to finish her work soon, so he can fuck her again.

“True, some things never change,” she smiled at him, biting her lower lip already anticipating the rest of the day.

“Wow, you have a nice place here,” she smiled as she looked around the house. It was not that big, two beedrooms, workroom or office, as he called it, kitchen with dining room that extended into the living room, a bathroom and a recreational room.

“You must be tired and hungry. Is there something in particular that you would like to eat? We can go out too.”

“No, please, let’s just stay here and talk until we fall down from exhaustion. There will be more time for all the fancy stuff. Let’s just order something,” she looked at him almost pleading.

“Great! I am not in the mood for going out either,” he smiled at her and hugged her as the were standing in the dining room. It wasn’t long before they were sitting on the bed, eating pizza and sharing stories. Stories that they were in together and stories that only one of them experienced. Memories of old times, times when they were seven years younger.

“All this time I tried so hard not to forget Seattle and our trip after that, but bits and pieces started to disappear. I was afraid that I’ll forget you and the time we spent together.”

He looked at her and whispered, “that is unlikely,” as his gaze dropped down to her wrists, to her scars.

“Oh, that,” she smiled, “yes, that will be a constant reminder.”

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her eyes became teary.

“If it wasn’t for you …”

Her mind was overwhelmed by the memory of him dragging her out of the crimson water that filled the bathtub. Then yelling at her, slapping her face, she passed out while he took care of her wounds. She was really messed up at that time. They spent some time together after that and he took care of her. He used to be her best friend and her lover for few days. Then their paths split, they were both commited elsewhere and it was for the best. They always kept in touch, a message here and there, an email or a short phone call. He always considered her as a true friend, he always had time for her even after she disappeared for few months and then reappeared suddenly, usually in need of something.

She slid toward him and put her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. His head rested on her shoulder as she was hugging him. He returned the hug, his hands explored her back as they stayed hugged for a few long moments. He kissed her and gently bit her lower lip. She moaned as her lips parted and his tongue found its way in her mouth. They were kissing passionately and their bodies were entangled and twisted on the bed.

“I missed the kissing so much,” he said.

“I know, me too. I love the way you kiss, I want to savour every moment of it,” she replied, her face flushed. His hands continued to caress her body as he silenced her with another tender kiss. Firm grip on her breast made her squirm and when she felt sharp pinches on her nipples her pussy really started to juice up. They both got very aroused just by kissing, something that didn’t go away after all this time.

“I want you badly,” he whispered in her ear as his hand slid inside her panties, feeling her wetness.

“Take me, take now, please,” she pleaded and his finger entered inside her. So wet that she was able to hear him finger fucking her pussy.

“Oh, god …”, she murmured as he slid two fingers inside her. She arched her back and moaned loudly. He always used two fingers on her, something that she thought she was too tight for. He kissed her while his fingers were thrusting inside her.

“I wonder if it is still there,” he grinned at her, thrusted his two fingers deeper and pressed up hard. She moaned as he continued this movement, in just a couple of strokes he was able to feel the change of the texture inside of her. He pressed harder on that spot and as he was pounding away her eyes widened, she held her breath and looked at him.

“Oh my god. Fuck, don’t stop. Oh, shit, fuck,” she finally started breathing again, her body was rocking back and forth with his fingers, he kissed her again then whispered in her ear, “it is still there, I am glad I am still able to find it.”

“Fuck, yes … of course … there is, but you are …  so far, the only one who can find it, oh fuck,” she really wasn’t able to talk and make sense out of it.

He pressed harder again. His pounding was faster and faster. Her juices where flowing out of her and his fingers were sliding in and out of her with ease. Her pussy was wrapping tightly around his fingers and he slowed down and came to a stop.

As he started pulling his fingers out out she whispered, “no, don’t pull them out, no, no, please,” he pulled out and she gasped and screamed, “no, why, please.”

“Please!”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, now. I want you, I want to feel you. Make me feel like you used to. Please.”

His two fingers thrusted back inside her, he started to pound hard and grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard, his fingernails dug in her soft, white skin. She cried in just a few strokes as her body shook in an orgasm. He continued to pound her, slowing down and then finally stopping.

Then he kissed her he whispered, “I will fuck you when you deserve it,” he grinned at her and gave her a wink.

She couldn’t respond, she smiled at him, nodded and curled around him while he was still sitting on the bed. Only few moments later she fell asleep. He lay down beside her, kissed her neck and whispered silently.

“I love you like you know I do.”

Flight attendant woke her up, it was time to buckle up. She was groggy from the sleep and almost every bone in her body hurt because of the long flight and her sitting in the economy class. The flight was really uneventful and dull, old movies airline food and strange lady sitting next to her that never spoke a word.

She fastened her seatbelt, leaned back and looked through the window. The sky was clear and she could see the mountain ridge still covered with snow and lush green forests. As the plane started to descent she was able to see more and more details on the ground. She wasn’t afraid of flying, but her breathing was a bit faster and her heart started to race. She will get to see him again.

“When you land and walk out of that terminal wait for me in the waiting area. It is a small airport, but we could miss each other anyway. So, just wait for me ok?”

She nodded to herself and silently said yes to him when they were talking on the phone about this. She knew all what she needed to know, there were minor security checks, they checked her passport and asked her where is she staying and that was all. In less than half an hour she was in the waiting area.

Empty waiting area. She didn’t see him anywhere and the place was really small so there is no way that she could miss him. His absence made her a little bit uneasy so she sat down and decided to wait. She didn’t have a cell phone, she didn’t have his phone number so waiting was really the only thing she could do.

“Don’t worry, I will be there, I promise. I gave you the ticket, remember? It would be kind of stupid to pay for the ticket and then not to show up, right?’

Yes, that would be very stupid, she thought and after half an hour of waiting she started biting her lower lip and she was getting very uneasy. She had no money and she couldn’t go anywhere. She didn’t know anyone here and she didn’t speak the language. After an hour she was barely holding back her tears, what did she got herself into? Did he just played a mean trick on her? Stupid, expensive prank? She needed to go to the restroom but she was afraid to leave this place in case if he shows up. I’ll just have to hold it a little bit longer, she thought.

Second hour passed and the security guard was here few times already checking up on her. She told him that she is waiting for her transportation and that they are running a little bit late. He might had an accident or he was stuck at work or god knows what else could happened, she tried to calm herself down. A accident, oh god, how will I know then? Who will pick me up? Where will I go?

“I’ve made all the arrangements, don’t you worry about anything, I told you I will take care for you.”, his voice was always soothing, always calm and it gave her a feeling of security.

If he really made all the arrangements, I don’t even know where to go. She panicked after three hours of waiting. She started to get angry and while leaving her luggage in the waiting area she went to the restroom. Before she returned she wanted to splash her face with cold water, but she was stopped by her image in the mirror.

Tired, exhausted and waiting for three hours she wasn’t at her best. Then she noticed the collar around her neck, with her initials on it. She grabbed it and tried to pull it off, but she couldn’t do that. It was there to stay. She burst into tears. How could he do something like this to me, why did I leave, what will I do, I have nothing! She thought her life was in ruin before she came here. Well, now I am really fucked, her mind was racing, she was getting an anxiety attack. She burst open the door and she wanted just to run somewhere far away if that was even possible.

“Hi, cupcake.”

It was him. Standing there by her luggage, holding her hat in his hands. She saw him looking up at her. She stopped herself in the middle of a step, frozen solid, scared ans surprised.

“Three hours,” she screamed, “three hours!”

“I know. You waited,” he stepped toward her and put his arms around her, “Don’t worry, I am not going anywhere, I said I will take care of you. I was here all the time.”

“What?”

“I was here all the time, outside, where I had a good view on the waiting area,” his tone was calm and soothing in a way, but she couldn’t help to feel shocked and surprised.

“You left me waiting for three hours so you could what? Watch me? Like I am some kind of an animal, an experiment! Why am I here?”

“I don’t know why you are here, you tell me. Tell me why did you come. A long flight didn’t stop you. You managed to wait for three more hours after the flight. Were you scare and confused, I am sure you were, but you know that this is what life is. I was here all the time and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

He hugged her, kissed her forehead. His lips felt warm and soft, he held them there inhaling the smell of her hair. He let himself loose as his hands were traveling up and down her back.

“You, you …,” she wasn’t able to finish what she started, tears overwhelmed her again. This time they were tears of relief, tears of joy. She was able to feel him again, his touch, his smell, his voice.

It felt so good, so familiar when she looked up, their lips met as they kissed each other. She closed her eyes while she was letting her fears go away, her tension was easing up she started to feel herself again. Again after such a long time. His presence made her quiver and tremble.

She danced around him, holding his hands as they spun in a circle. He pulled her closer and hugged her again. He leaned down and whispered softly.

“Welcome home. I missed you for so long, thank you for coming.”

“No, thank you for letting be myself. Allowing me to be who I want to be, not who others want me to be.”

They grabbed her luggage and left the waiting area. She matched his pace as they were walking to the parking lot, holding hands. He wanted to hear everything about what was going on in her life. What she was working on, her projects, her hobbies, everything. His talking relaxed her and suddenly she opened, words were bursting out of her and she felt that she can be herself again.

He interrupted her time to time, to remind her that she needs to finish one thing she is talking about before she starts with another. She giggled and laughed all the way to the home.

After a long time she felt happy again.

Collar wasn’t very comfortable, but she knew that she needs to get used to it. He made her wear it after she decided that she really needs him. Needs him to control her, to guide her. She was lost and he, he was miles away. Miles away but she felt this strong connection with him.

“I can tame you and take care of you, but you need to deserve this. You need to prove worthy.”

Collar was a part of the deal. And the deal was a complete closure and severing her links with her past. Starting a new life.

“When you say your goodbyes you will get a collar in your mail. Before you put it on think about everything. If you really want it, what you want and if you are prepared to do that. This will be your last chance. When you put it on, you leave your past behind. I do not care who you used to be and what you did in your previous life. You will belong to me and I will be the one to guide you, the one to give you support. I will be your destiny and you will have my deepest respect.”

She could smell the leather, the collar was still new and she was able to see her initials on it in the mirror. Less than a minute ago she tried it around her neck, adjusted the size and pressed two ends together and the buckle locked itself. She was now unable to remove it.

“Don’t worry, it is leather and plastic, you won’t have any problems and it looks like a choker.”

It was as he promised, like always. His words were always true and strong. She closed her eyes and pictured him talking to her, issuing orders. Fuzzy and warm feeling overwhelmed her body and her knees got weak. She had to sit down.

Quickly she washed the face and left the lavatories. Her seat wasn’t far away and when she sat down the flight attendant told her that they might experience a bumpy ride. She fastened her seat belt, lay down and closed her eyes.

Her life flashed in frond of her, good things and the bad things. Especially those. She knew him for several years and she felt good around him. He made her feel safe and secure. In the past few months her whole life turned upside down. She lost her boyfriend, lost her friends and her family, her family was a long time gone. All the, so called, friends came to her like vultures. He warned her of this and after some time all the things he warned her about turned into real threats. She was dying on the inside while people used and abused her.

“You know I can not protect you from far away. You have to come here. I can offer you that, you are always welcome.”

She wanted that badly for a long time but the ties to her previous life were too strong. Now, things were different. She felt abandoned and left for dead. She knew he never withdrew his offer.

“Take me, Master”, those three words she sent to him and put things into motion. Few days later the envelope with instructions arrived.

A long flight barely started and she was already nervous about meeting him for the second time. She longed for him, especialy his voice. While she was thinking about his touch and how he always knew which buttons to press, the warm and fuzzy feeling that she felt, turned into a wetness and it started soaking both layers of her clothing.

“Master, why do you have to be half a world away”, was her thought before she drifted to sleep.