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| The Girl on the Beach |
| By Rick Umbaugh |
October leaves across the open veranda making clawed footsteps on the ancient wood. It was a proper Halloween, cold wind from the northeast, full moon playing hide and seek with the clouds. There was even the smell of rain in the air. She lay in my arms.
In a normal house this we would have been interrupted by legions of young hedonists come for bribes of candy. My house was set back from the street and had the kind of spooky aspect that daunted all but the most hearty of Halloween appetites. The darkness of the house, showing only the flickering of the fire, was a further curb to unruly children. Those who did venture up onto the porch had their entreaties greeted by silence, and were so discouraged. Rani had come over directly from work for a private party. Warm cider, hot soup, sausages roasting over an open fire and the two of us laying on the hide of a bear some ancestor, lost in time, had killed and skinned. The light of the fire illuminated our repast. Its warmth enveloped us. I rolled her on her back and divested her of her civilized draping. This house smelled enough of DC.
Her body was brown from the sun. She smelled of cinnamon and jasmine. Her brown nipples hardened under my mouth and her belly arched under my hand. She put her hands behind her head and passively accepted my ministrations. She tasted as dark as her skin.
She was hot and wet from being trapped inside an office all day with nothing but her work and her fantasies. She knew how to invite me and did so, squirming her hips and belly. I unzipped and lowered myself, rampant, into her. She was slick and warm. She tried to embrace me, but I was the stronger and held her hands behind her head as she struggled against my strength and her coming orgasm. Finally she came, bucking and whimpering, her insides churning my seed into her. We lay again in each other's arms, vulnerable in our spent passion. There was a chafe mark where my buckle had rubbed her.
Rani asked me, "How much do you love me?"
I answered with this story:
"You are walking along a beach. You are wearing only a silk scarf and some inexpensive jewelry on your arms."
"Am I beautiful?"
"Of course you are beautiful." I kissed her quiet. "Now pay attention, or I'll gag you." She smiled and pursed her lips as if to button them.
"I'm on the bluffs above the beach. My horse is lathered. I have run from a lost battle. My armor creaks as it dries from the sweat of my exertion.
"You were part of the booty we captured at the siege of Niam. I rode next to you in our triumphant parade out of the town but in your distress at being captured you had not seen me, but I had noticed you.
"I raise my arms to thank the Sky, both for my deliverance and for the luck of finding you. At least I shall be paid for my labors with the late King Sefik. An exotic beauty like you should bring a good price in the markets of Tyve, enough to more than justify my foolish expedition east.
"Tickling Bodeng's ribs with my heels, we work our way down the bluff. Bodeng seems to be deliberately silent, as if he knew we were hunting.
"You walk with purpose, back towards the now destroyed Niam. You, whom we had taken as loot, did not see the devastation and massacre we had visited on that rebel city. You had been well beyond the horizon when we had burned the place. "Your beauty as you walked through the incoming tide made me doubt whether I should disturb such bounty, but the idea of trying to survive the winter season with only the few coins that still graced my pouch, while running from the vengeful likes of Bhikku takes that weakness from me, besides, there is an armorer to pay for a sword to replace the one that betrayed me. "You reach down to pick up something in the sand. I squeeze Khan's ribs with my heels. The great muscles of his back flex and un-flex under my thighs. My calves and knees instinctively tighten around his ribs.
"You maybe hear the splash of his hooves or feel his weight shaking the beach but you suddenly straighten up, turn and see me bearing down on you and take off running.
"In a moment Bokeng runs past you and I turn him to stand in your way. You run to your left, Khan leaps and stands in front of you. You turn around and run that direction. In a great leap Khan again stands in front of you. I have him barely under control, simply touching his neck with the reins. "You stand for a moment trying to find a way around us, but there is none so you sink to your knees and put your hands to your face, crying.
"'I submit myself,' you say, holding your hands out to be bound. I don't disappoint you, binding your wrists tightly then tying them to your belly. I place you on Khan and tie the loose end of the rope to my pommel. You will not escape me." Rani rolled herself over on top me and kissed me. "So, you would own me, yes?"
"Every cell and every fiber." She lowered her breast into my mouth. I took it between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. Her eyes closed so she could feel the sensations better. I reached down touched her sex. Again the whimper, but this time it was a whimper of anticipation. I released her beast and she fell back on my finger.
As the spook filled winds of Halloween, with their smell of rot and decay blew around the house, Rani and I made life warm and secure from the demons of death.
Other items by Rick Umbaugh:
Articles: The Nature of Dominance
Articles: "SSC" vs. "RACK"
Articles: The Art of S/m
Articles: CHAINS
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