When The Tables Turn
Part 1 – Blast From The Past
She drove into the parking lot, and pulled into a space close to the
door. She was running so late, and still had one stop left to make before
meeting Mark at the play party. She was looking forward to the evening, as
they had both been too busy with work and hadn't had much time lately for
anything past the mundane. Getting out of the car, Megan's short leather
skirt rode high up her thighs, exposing the soft creamy white skin and her
freshly shaven cunt. She stood up, adjusting her skirt and tugging the sleeveless
red latex top into place, the zipper down enough to expose cleavage.
She hurried into the store, her stiletto heels clicking on the tile. Looking
at her watch, she saw she didn't have time to browse and went straight to the
paddles. Master had broken his over her firm ass the last time they played,
and he had instructed her to purchase a new one before tonight's party. Megan
perused the selection and reached for a large rectangular wooden paddle with
a heart cut out. It was smooth and cool to her touch.
She felt the hot breath on her neck as the strong hands gripped her shoulders.
"Hello baby. You always did like the toys that marked that perfect skin of yours,
didn't you?"
Megan gasped, her pulse racing at the sound of his voice.
She turned her head, his hands still on her shoulders. She looked at him, her
stare drawn to his ice blue eyes. Oh, God, those eyes. She felt her past resolve
waver for just a second, the scent of his cologne and the crash of sensations
making her head spin. For just a second, two years fell away, and more, and
she was at his feet again, not Mark's. Then she took a second breath and with
it, the other memories came back. And so was she.
"Is there any reason that you are speaking to me, Ryan?"
"Aw, baby, don't be that way. I saw you and I wanted to say hi. You can't still
be mad at me?
She jerked away from his grip, and wheeled around facing him. Damn him, why
did he have to look that good. She realized her hand was shaking, and she laid
down the paddle, not wanting him to see her tremble. His smile told her that
she was too late.
She narrowed her eyes at seeing that smile, the ever- present smirk still there,
taunting her.
"I don't have time to play your games, I'm late as it is. There is nothing to
say. Leave me alone."
She grabbed the paddle and headed up front to pay, leaving him standing there
alone. She didn't turn to see if he was still there or if he had left. She
was still fuming as she left the store with her purchase. She headed for the
car, searching in her purse for her keys.
Looking up from her search, she saw him. There he was, leaning against her
car. She understood why every woman wanted him. She truly did. How many men
looked like that? She glanced at his still muscular physique appreciatively,
even if disgusted by the sight of him. Sunglasses now shielded his blue eyes,
his blonde hair blowing slightly in the cool breeze. She couldn't help but
remember that body, the strength, the decisiveness; the dominance as he took
her places that at the time, she didn't know existed.
"I should have known you wouldn't stay away. You can't stand to not get your
way, to not be the center of a woman's world. Well, you're no longer the center
of mine. Get away from my car, I'm leaving."
She moved closer to the car, unlocking the door. He pushed her up against the
car, pressing his firm body against hers, his face inches from hers and smiled.
He whispered into her ear, his hand sliding up on her thigh.
"Baby, I know you. I know what you want and how you want it, and you know I can
give it to you. Remember Megan, I know what makes your cunt quiver, how to make
you beg, how to make you crawl. You know you still want me. Come with me Megan.
We'll go for a drink and talk. I've changed baby, I'm not the self centered bastard
from two years ago."
She bristled at the familiar arrogance, reminding her of why she had left him
in the first place, or at least one of the reasons.
"Yeah, and I'm not the same starry-eyed girl who believes your every word, now
MOVE"
He slipped a piece of paper down the front of her shirt, pressing his lips
to her neck. That place just under her ear, the one that made her knees go
weak, and her breath come in short gasps. Oh God, he remembered.
"Here's my cell phone number baby, call me."
With that, she pushed him out of the way, and jumped in the car. Grinding the
starter as she started the car, Megan backed out, squealing the tires as she
pulled out. She wiped angry tears from her eyes as she sped down the road.
How dare that bastard think he could just move back into her life at will?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Megan went through the rest of the evening with few thoughts of Ryan. Spending
time with Mark, her Master and husband, tended to push all thoughts of the
days evils away. She always felt safe from the world in his arms, even that
night at the play party when he used her for a demonstration in knife play,
and tortured her with safety pins and wax. He didn't break in the new paddle
until later though, at home. He took her home and used her the rest of the
night, like there would be no tomorrow. She knew though, that Ryan was a force
to be reckoned with. He wouldn't just go away on his own. He never did. He
always come back, time and again, until his prey was captured and on the ground
helpless.
This time, though, she was the prey.
