**** ONCE AGAIN, THANKS TO BOCCACCIO FOR ALL HIS HELP.
Part 3
As the sperm dried on Nadia's face, the abuse Anthony had meted out
began to seem almost surreal. He left her on the bed and walked out of the
room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. In the last two hours, she had
experienced more than in her whole adult lifetime. Anthony had hurt her with the
belt, and she hadn't expected it. But as painful as the whipping had been,
sucking his cock until it spat ropes of semen on her pretty face had been worse.
She felt entirely degraded.
As she lay face down on the pink bedspread, tears started flowing down
her cheeks once again. None of what had happened had played out according to
her intimate desires. For a moment, Nadia hated Anthony for making her feel so
afraid, and yet craving with desire for what was still to come.
She shivered from the cold. It was late December, and the northeastern
winter was forecasted to show its fury later in the week. Nadia preferred cold
weather, rarely bothering to turn the thermostat up on the creaky furnace that
heated her drafty house. She loved wearing a plush cozy sweater and watching
snow flakes. Anthony loved summertime and the heat and sleeping naked. They
learned how to sleep with a window open during a snowstorm. Both of them naked
under a down comforter, their bodies creating heat by friction and their fingers
intertwined. Nadia would kiss his muscular chest and breathe sexy little
nothings into his ear. Anthony would laugh and lay on top of her preserving
warmth. They were happy. They were in love back then.
"Why did I choose to end that bliss? - She wondered to herself. The
memories were flowing back into her mind. But it was too painful to recall all
of their past now. Nadia didn't think she could handle it. She felt that if she
screamed, her shriek might shatter a thousand windows. She realized one thing
only- that a warm sting of Anthony's leather belt was hundred times better than
the cold, passionless existence she had been sharing with her husband.
Nadia jumped off the bed. She saw Anthony's light blue cotton shirt
strewn carelessly on the chair. In her pain and humiliation, she hadn't even
noticed when he'd taken it off. She slipped it on, enjoying the feel of his
shirt against breasts that still tingled from his touch, and padded on bare feet
toward the living room. Anthony was standing with his back to her, looking out
over the balcony as the first crystalline flakes of a snowfall fluttered gently
to the ground. As her eyes took in the well-toned muscles of his back and his
smooth tanned skin, it occurred to her that in their years apart she had almost
forgotten how good looking and athletic he was.
Anthony heard her light footsteps and turned around. A beautiful smile
appeared on his face and suddenly, Nadia's fears dissolved. She wanted to run
towards him and wrap her arms around his neck. But she didn't. She let him walk
towards her.
"Damn you. Why do you always have to look so sexy", Anthony whispered as
he leaned towards her. His lips brushed her ear and a little soft spot on her
neck. She arched her back, feeling sensual warmth between her bare legs.
Nadia giggled with delight as he picked her up and threw her over his
shoulder, with her rosy-red bottom high in the air. He gently laid her down on
the bed. For the first time, she felt the cool touch of crisp cotton sheets on
the back of her legs.
"I'll be right back," he said as headed for the door of the bedroom.
Looking back he saw that she was unbuttoning the shirt. "Stop! Please...don't
change a thing."
He returned a moment later carrying a large crystal flower vase filled
with ice and water, and a blue washcloth. Nadia raised her eyebrows quizzically.
"Ssshhh...wait. You'll like this, I promise," Anthony smiled.
He lay down alongside her and asked Nadia to close her eyes. He wet the
soft blue washcloth and gently let the icy water trickle down onto her
sperm-spattered face. She relaxed and let herself get lost in the soothing
feeling. He cleansed her face, lightly touching her closed eyes and soft, warm
lips. Then his hand moved downward and he unfastened the first three buttons of
the shirt she was wearing. He caressed her left breast with his hand and circled
her light pink nipple with the cool washcloth until the little knob stiffened
under his touch. Anthony then turned his attention to her other breast, lifting
its softness to his eager lips. His lips and tongue circled her breast slowly,
torturing her nipple with benign neglect until Nadia moaned with desire. Only
then did he prod the swelling bud with his tongue, before taking it between his
hungry lips and sucking it to quivering erection. As he did so, he brushed his
fingers very lightly, as if with a feather, along her stomach. His dark, coarse
hand was such a stark contrast to her smooth cream-colored skin.
"Damn you. Why do you always have to look so sexy?" he repeated quietly.
For a moment, Nadia thought she heard a hint of pain in his voice. But it might
have been her imagination.
Anthony opened Nadia's shirt completely and slipped it off her body.
"I want to ask you something"- he spoke suddenly.
"Hmmmm," Nadia purred restlessly, anxious for his hands to return to her
soft, yearning body.
"Why didn't you marry me three winters ago?" He leaned on his arms and
looked into her now open eyes.
Nadia thought for a moment. "It just wasn't meant to be, I guess".
"I want to tell you something. Will you close your eyes and listen?
Just give in to me and let everything go. Turn over on your stomach and feel and
listen".
Nadia did as he asked. She relaxed her muscles and waited in
anticipation of what would happen next.
Anthony caressed her lower back gently, his fingers dancing as if to a
sprightly Chopin melody. He started to speak: "I love you so much that I hate
you. I despise everything about you. I hate how you make me feel inside. I have
a wife and a child, but from day to day, you are the only one on my mind. I
screw my wife obediently, like a good husband, but I imagine it's you squirming
underneath me. When you left, I had fantasies of what I wanted to do to you; to
hurt you, to break you completely, to make you mine."
As his hand moved lower, he took an ice cube out of the water and traced
the red welts on Nadia's backside, making a pattern.
"I imagine walking with you down Central Square and you're naked. I'm
leading you by the hand through the crowd as they gape in disbelief. The women
look at you with jealousy and disgust, because they think you're a slut. The
men think you're a slut, too, but they leer at you, drunk with desire, because
they wish that they, too, had a woman like you. I can see in their eyes that
they'd like nothing better than to line up to fuck you but they are afraid to
ask because they know you belong to me. Nadia, you're spreading your legs, do
you even notice?"
Suddenly Nadia felt the ice cube touching the lips of her pussy. She
felt it being rubbed on her inner thighs and pressing lightly on her clit. She
gasped as Anthony inserted a tiny block of ice inside her and moved her legs
close together. Her body shook a little bit and her first instinct was to open
her legs, but Anthony firmly held them close.
"Let it melt, baby. You must remember how melting ice becomes hot inside
a pussy?
"Listen," he went on. "We walk up the stairs to the top of granite
square. It's July and the weather is sweltering, you feel the sun burning your
skin. Your hot cunt is wet from heat and desire. Around us people watch the tiny
drops of sweat rolling down your tits onto your stomach. A man whistles and asks
you if he can lick it off. You're out of control and you nod in agreement. All
you can think about is his tongue on your skin, your breasts and your pussy. But
he'll never get that far down your body, will he, Nadia, because your cunt
belongs to me. It still does, doesn't it, Nadia?" Anthony's eyes strayed from
hers down to the part of her body that belonged only to him. "I see the water
leaking from between your legs; you melted that cube of ice in less than a
minute".
Anthony encountered no resistance when he gently spread Nadia's bare
legs apart again. He slowly slid one finger into her, as she offered her body to
him.
"You're so wet right now. Here, taste it." Anthony brought his finger
covered in her juices towards her mouth and she suckled on it. He traced her
slit and inserted two fingers inside her. He leaned closer to her ear.
"Imagine, baby. I'm fucking you on top of that hard granite. You're
standing on your hands and knees, burning up on that hot rock. I've got your
hair wrapped tightly around my fist and I'm pulling your head back so that I can
see your eyes. I can see the lust and the want. The man is still sucking at your
tit, he can't let it go. I fuck you from behind, my cock is slamming into you
hard and fast. Your tits shake and you want to collapse, but it's too hot and my
grip is too strong. The man lies down, and you fall on top of him."
Anthony began to slide his fingers in and out of Nadia's pussy faster
and faster. With his other hand he caressed her clit, his fingers tapping and
teasing the most sensitive part of her body. He slid another finger inside her
and increased the temp even more.
"The man grips your tit with his teeth and you shake. You know you're
about to cum. Like a slut, in front of everyone and you don't care who sees you.
I bite your shoulder as my cock ravages your cunt. You see some men jerking off
to the sight of you being fucked. The sun burns you and finally you cum.
Everyone sees you cum. Your body begins to shake uncontrollably".
Nadia's body began to shake as wave after wave of an intense orgasm
overwhelmed her. It was the most intense feeling she had in months. As she
surrendered to it, all of the humiliation and all of the pain were forgotten.
Anthony grabbed her body and turned her around on the bed. He cupped her breasts
as she tried to catch her breath, Nadia thought she would be cumming forever.
They lay like that for awhile. Finally, Anthony spoke as he stroked her
hair:
That was just my fantasy, you know. We still have a few more hours of
reality."
