Tow Truck Driver: The Conclusion, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2011-01-11. Times viewed: 5650.

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I remember waking up a few times in the night. At least I thought it was the night but I noted there were no windows.

The walls are cement. That’s why sound bounces. That’s probably why there’s a canopy over the bed. I opened my eyes but there was nothing to see but darkness. My eyelids gave up the fight and I slept. Stone slept beside me, his breathing deep and steady. An arm, leg or hand was always on me.

I rolled onto my side and when I stretched out the urge to pee came to light. After my earlier embarrassing accident I was sensitive about repeating it. I sat up and put my feet on the floor as I tried to recall about how far he went to get towels.

I stood and his deep voice slid through the room, “Where are you going?”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“To the right darlin’. Light switch is on the right but a little higher than normal.”

“Thanks.” It was a surprise that he didn’t get up, but I was glad. I really didn’t want any help in the bathroom. Fumbling around I found the switch and clicked it on. The bathroom was small and functional. Something about it said clinical. Standard issue or commercial, like the door. There was only a shower with a simple clear curtain. Generic soaps and shampoos. The towels were crisp and bleached. I used the bathroom, washed and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t a medicine cabinet. I looked around. There was no personal toothbrush, no razor- this wasn’t his bathroom. I clicked off the light and stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. He solved it for me. “Come back to bed. You’ve only slept a couple hours. I’m tired.”

A few steps and my knees were pressed against the mattress. I didn’t want to climb back in bed with this man. I didn’t have a choice.

“Come on darlin’. I like sleeping with you. You don’t move much.” I set a knee on the bed and felt him coming toward me. “Come on.” One big hand warmed my waist and gently guided me to him. “That’s it. Yes darlin’.” He was on his side and turned me onto mine to face him. “Mmm,” he sighed as he slipped his leg between mine. “You smell good. What do you wear?”

Instinctively I sniffed my wrist. “Oh. Uh. It’s nothing.” I really didn’t want to say the name but I was coming up blank for a lie.

“What’s it called?”

“I hate the names of perfume. They’re embarrassing. I shop purely for scent, not name or brand.”

He chuckled and squeezed my ass. “Come on darlin’, just tell me.”

I sighed. “It’s uh, by Donna Karan.”

“And?”

I sighed again and he silently laughed, shaking the bed. “Be Delicious.” He laughed loud and patted my buttock.

“Oh darlin’!” He snickered, “You are delicious. I could smell apples.”

“Yeah. Green apples, some flowers and woodsy scents. Yeah.”

 He pulled me tight, pressing his face in my neck and inhaled. “Smells great.”

“Thanks.”

“You even put it behind your knees.” I froze. He stroked his hand over my hip, thigh and stopped it behind my knee. He pulled it over his hip. “On the inside of your elbows.” He lifted my arm over his neck, turning his head to inhale it. “The small of your back,” his hand spread wide over the dip of my spine. Pressing the side of my face to his he added, “Behind your ears. That is a traditional spot. I was surprised to find it on the middle of your arm. Not just your wrist.” He kissed the inside of my upper arm. “I was tying you up, hanging you up when I found it. Then I wondered where else you put it. Ran my nose along your body and found the other spots.”

I couldn’t help it. I was shaking. I couldn’t stop. It broke and I laughed, “Like a perfume hound dog?”

I could hear him smiling, he nodded. “Very much. My nose to your ground.” As I laughed harder he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Since he had set my leg over his hip, he was instantly in position for fucking. “Come on darlin’, you’re evidently not tired enough. Fuck me and wear yourself out.” My humor was gone.

Again? He wants to again?

A hard smack on my ass made me jump. My lurch forward slid my pussy over his cock, he sighed. “Come on. Reach over your head and you’ll feel some straps and bars.” I didn’t budge. “You can use it for leverage. Trust me. It makes for a better ride. Wait till I show you the royal screw.”

My damn curiosity spilled. “The royal screw?”

“Uh huh. Guarantee you’ve never fucked like it before.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. None. You’ll love it. Do you get dizzy? Spinning and stuff?”

“Not easily, no.”

“Great!” He patted my hips. “Start fucking, warm up and then I’ll show you.”

“When you say warm up, you-“

“You have to come at least once.”

“Oh.”

“Get started. I’m tired so I’m going to just lie here.”

“Oh.” He was quiet for a moment as I worked on sliding his hard cock into me.

“That ‘oh’ sounded disappointed.”

“Did it?” I asked as I slowly began to grind myself on him. My legs had never been spread so far- his hips were wide.

“Mm-hm. You want some attention?”

“I’m all right. I can do-“

“I think you want me to help.” He sat up and for some reason it felt better. My tits were brushing against his chest. “You seem to like that.”

“Yeah.” I held his shoulders, or parts of them, they were too big for my hands to cover entirely. “You’re just so..you feel- you’re so big and it feels great not being the big girl.”

“You’re not so big.”

“Ha!”

He squeezed my ass cheeks. “Not to me. My hands are as big as each cheek.”

I groaned when he lifted them, pulling me away from his cock. “They’re huge but you’re huger.” He was lifting me off of him. “No. Wait. What-?”

He let go and I slid back down his dick, sighing as I went. “Awww, darlin’ you make noises like that and I’ll come before you do.” Kisses touched my throat. “I think I want some light, I want to watch you.” He started lifting me again but this time I helped and made an unhappy sigh. He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me hard near the lips. It was too dark to see my face, so he had missed but it wasn’t the point- it was an elated kiss. “I liked hearing that too. That you’re going to miss me. You stay put.” He got to his knees, mirroring my position. “Just a sec. Come here.” Pulling me by the waist, he pressed our torsos together. Our thighs pressed together until they met the bed. “Kiss me.” He was so bid, so warm and masculine, I became the swooning female. My hands nervously went over his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck. Our lips met slowly. Touching and brushing lightly. I flicked my tongue over his upper lip and he gasped, grabbing me tighter to him. “Yes darlin’. That is more like it.” He let go and was about to leave when I spoke up.

“Can I have another?” It threw him. It threw me. But it was dark, my mind was mush and all I knew was that he felt sooooo good. No verbal answer but I got another embrace. This time his hand snaked around my thigh as his lips touched mine. “Mm. Thanks,” I said into his mouth. It sparked a wild kiss. Seconds later our hands were swimming over each other’s backs, inhaling and exhaling loudly through our noses, small sensual sounds were eaten with our tongues and lips. I was out of breath- his lung capacity must have also been huge. Gasping for breath, I leaned back and moaned when he kept kissing my lower lip. “Mm Stone! Mmm. I- You kiss unlike..”

“You like?”

I didn’t answer, I purred and leaned back, trying to pull him on top of me. It didn’t work. “Please,” I gasped, my pussy on fire from those intense kisses. “Please Stone.” He didn’t budge. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted one leg over his hip and then the other, linking them behind his back. “Please!”

He laughed and took three steps on his knees to the edge of the bed where he stood- myself still attached.

“Stone! You’re so strong!” I jerked my body backwards but he didn’t even lose balance. “I’ve never-…”

His voice was deep, “Never been fucked like I’ve fucked you?”

“Just- please-“ I wriggled myself up his waist and tried to pierce myself on him. His laugh was thick and manly. “What-“

“Darlin’, darlin’, darlin’, let me get some light.”

“Oh. Okay. You do that.” I sagged into him. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to ride him. Or have him ride me. Pound me with those insanely thick hips, pull my thigh muscles tight as he forced my legs farther apart to shove all of his dick in me. I moaned with impatience as he tried to light the candles behind me. “Set me down and I’ll wait for you-“ He let go and I put my feet on the floor. I didn’t know what to do- stand and wait or get on the bed. He sensed my lack of decision and ran a hand down my back.

He purred into my ear, “Wait for me on the bed.” A small push on my buttock and I went. Sitting on my knees I waited like an eager puppy as I watched him light the candles. By the time he turned to me I nearly had my hands out in a gimme gimme gesture. Now I could see the slippery smile on his lips. “Someone wants my attention.”

“Yeah,” I said as he crawled onto the bed. “’You’re making me crazy.” He rubbed the side of his face on my stomach.

“You’re fun to tease. Lie on your back.” When I quickly flopped he chuckled in that dark sexy way men do. “We’re going to test your strength.” Fright killed my earlier urges. “No darlin’, I’m not going to harm you. So settle down.” He slid into me and slowly screwed me until the tension left and was replaced with desire. “Better. Now, you wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my hips.” I obeyed and he got on all fours with me dangling.

“Oh my god,” I gasped when he bounced his hips into me.

“I think of this as a swing,” he said as I swung under him. It wasn’t a large movement but it was new and it showed off his strength. And for some reason his show of strength- instead of scaring me it turned me on.

“Ooooh myyyyy gawwwwd.”

He lowered his face to kiss my forehead, I’d never had a sexy kiss on my forehead. This guy was taking me to another plateau. “You like it. Good. Wait ‘til we do the royal screw.”

My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, “Wha? What’s that?”

“Nothing darlin’. You’ll love it.” A single arm lifted my waist closer to him. “Get a good hold, I’m going to hit ramming speed,” he joked but I didn’t get a chance to even process it before he started. Propped up on his one arm, the other held my shoulder in place. I lost the sway and was getting pierced harder. I groaned and realized that he was breathing harder from the effort, that turned me on even more. A high pitch groan stumbled off my tongue and he said quietly, “Mmm Samantha.” It was a verbal caress hearing that beast say my name like that.

“Say it again,” I pleaded.

“Samantha?” I nodded and I expected to see him grin, instead his eyes bore into mine. “I could fuck you for hours Samantha. Days.” I closed my eyes and moaned. He set us down on the bed with him on top of me. Holding my shoulders in his giant hands, he fucked with such forced I grunted with each hit. “Days Samantha.”

“OH GOD!” The threat, the bizarre emotions and the feel of his grasp on me- his complete control made me lose mine. “STONE!” I screamed as I thrashed under him with a wild orgasm. His massive body held me in place, he hardly budged. Putting his palms on the bed above my shoulders, he lifted himself and used his entire body to fuck mine. Never before had I made such feral sounds. My hands traveled over his thick pecks, his stomach and ribs. “Oh my god!” I panted as I came again. “Stone!” I cried, staring at him wide eyed. He saw me then closed his eyes and came in a violent shudder. “Yes!”

His pelvis pressed hard into me, trying to shove his cock as deep into me as possible. Small grunts accompanied his deep breaths as his balls emptied themselves into me. I braced for him to collapse onto me, but he didn’t. He gently settled down, resting his cheek on my collarbone.

Instinctively I ran my fingers through his hair. “Incredible,” I whispered. “Insane.” I felt the contours of his muscles, his arms, back and shoulders. He was the most masculine thing I had ever been in contact with. As if he wasn’t comprised of water like most humans- but testosterone.  “You must be thirsty.”

He nodded and got off me, it wasn’t what I wanted. I liked being squished under his weight, it felt good. The fridge illuminated the room better and I noticed that there was a canopy above the bed. But this wasn’t your pretty little princess ruffled special- this was a steel grid. Half inch wide strips of metal crisscrossed every four inches. What made my throat dry were the leather straps, cuffs and chains hanging from it. Fear and lust were violently tag teaming me these last few hours. Fear came in with a vengeance.

I was still staring at it when he shut the fridge door. “You want a drink?” A bottle of water was in my face. I didn’t know what to say and when I reached for the bottle my hand was trembling. “You always get shaky after coming three times?” I nodded, hoping he had forgotten he had the Marquis de Sade beginner’s kit over our heads.

Stone curled up against me, his thigh over mine, he nuzzled my face while his hand toyed with a breast. “You’re fun Samantha.” He paused, I don’t know if he expected me to answer but I couldn’t think. Kissing my neck he said, “Most women do come but they’re crying or not really here. They’re lost in their heads.”

I was afraid he was going to kiss my mouth and then he’d know I was as common as one of those other women.  He was working his way up there, moist kisses touched my jaw, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip.

“But you’re here with me. Being part of it. It’s been a long time since a woman has said my name like you.” He turned my head to face him, I tried not to look scared. The thumb rolled my bottom lip, sliding against my gums. “But no one has ever come like you. You just let it loose. Let it burst. I like that.” His thumb moved out of the way as his mouth neared it. “I think I like you.”

Like me? Is that good or bad? Does that mean my death will be shorter? Less painful because he likes me?

A kiss began and I participated. I breathed and focused on the sensation not the fear. Soon those two plush lips had mine waltzing with his. I even greeted his tongue with mine. He really liked me. I’d never been manhandled because no one’s ever been man enough to try- but he didn’t hesitate. He pulled me on top of him by my waist. The surprise had me gasp and he momentarily grinned. He grabbed my head and reignited the kissing.

Soon my arms wrapped around his head as the kiss became a festival of its own. His hands warmed my back, sliding over my skin and then grabbing my buttocks. He massaged them, pulled them apart and lifted them toward my spine, exposing my slit to the cool air. I began to whimper as he repeated this process over and over.

His dick was nearly uncomfortably hard against my abdomen and stomach. “Ready for the royal screw?” I nodded and he smiled. “It’s my favorite.” He patted my butt, “Need you to move darlin’.” I shifted off of him and watched him stand on the bed. Lust from the kissing disappeared as I saw him reach overhead, moving some straps around on the canopy.

Calm down. Calm down. He’s horny and wants to have sex- but what if this is the last time? The last round and then it’s time to toss the trash?

Looking around the room I knew there was no way out. The entire place felt cavernous, tight, solid. Like a giant safe at a bank. I couldn’t out maneuver him either, I only had sexual wiles and he seemed to like them. Hopefully he liked them enough to not go Ted Bundy on me. Fuck. I do not want to die like that. If I attack or fight he might kill me quicker. Less..oh my god what am I saying? Kill me quicker? I want to live! I-

“What’s the matter darlin’?” he kneeled beside me, his voice was as gentle as the featherweight touch on my cheek. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Stone,” I said much calmer than I felt but it was still squeaky. “Are you..can you tell me something? And be honest?”

“Sure darlin’, you ask and if I tell you the answer it’s the truth. If I don’t say anything, well then, that’s me not saying a lie.” It almost sounded fair. At least it sounded honest. He sat back on his knees, but he took my hand and held it in his lap with both of his. Confusion was rampant. Stroking the back of my hand he said, “Go on darlin’, go and ask. You’ve got me curious now.”

“Are you..” It was difficult to look into those eyes but impossible not to- they held my fate. “Are you going to..kill me?” He stopped petting my hand, still as a statue. “Stone?” Now I was afraid he wouldn’t answer which meant a yes, he would kill me. Tremors began to quake the longer he was silent. He looked at my arm which was extended in his direction, observed it shaking and then he looked at my hand in his lap. “Stone? Please,” my voice was cracking, rasping for breath like a drowning woman, “please answer me.” That snapped him out of it. He looked at my eyes, he looked sad. “Stone!” I pleaded for an answer.

His mouth opened and the world stopped. A small, faint sound came out, “I thought you liked me.”

How do I answer?

He shifted as if he was uncomfortable, he picked up my hand and turned it, looking at it. “I thought you liked being with me. Having sex with me.”

“I did. I do!”

Distrusting eyes looked at me, “You think I’m going to kill you?” I shrugged, it was my safest honest answer. “But we..we were having fun. Why would you think..”

“You kidnapped me Stone. And I’m scared shitless when I say I think you have three options when you do something like that.”

“What do you think my options are? I bet you don’t have all of them.”

“Fine.” I swallowed but had no spit to go down, I coughed. “First, you could let me go and know that you’d be arrested. Second you could keep me imprisoned or third kill me.”

He grinned. It should have made my skin crawl but for some warped reason it didn’t. I was comforted. “You’re wrong. You’re not going to be kept and you’re not going to die.”

“You’re letting me go?” Trying to read him, his expression, I couldn’t believe it. He had to be lying. Who in their right mind would do that? Unless his mind is so broken that he’s lying now. “Please let me live,” I begged. “Please Stone.” My legs curled toward my chest, I was afraid to withdraw my hands from his, not wanting to upset him. “Please.”

His voice was stern, “I said I wouldn’t kill you. I have one more thing I want to do.” Irked, he tossed my hand at me and stood back up on the bed. “I thought you liked me,” he grumbled as he worked something I couldn’t see. “I was saving this one for the right woman and thought you were the right one.” He huffed, “Probably faked those orgasms. You’re the liar, not-“

“Stone! I DID NOT LIE.” That got his attention. “Those were real. Those were the..I don’t want to admit this Stone, it’s wrong. It has to be wrong and means that my mind is broken. Or severely warped. But you’ve been the best fuck I’ve had.” I crossed my arms and glared.

It appeared to be effective, he was at a loss. His eyes darted around and he started to speak but closed his mouth and quietly returned to his task. Once he was done he sheepishly kneeled beside me but I ignored him.

“Samantha?” I glared at him. “I’ve really been the best?”

“You know what Stone? I am done stroking your ego. You stole me, drugged me, tied me up and I have been very cooperative. And honest!” My eyes narrowed, Stone looked like a little boy getting scolded and actually appeared ashamed. “Just kill me or toss me in a cell or whatever you do to,” I mocked his voice, “women you like.” I turned away from him. “Let’s get this last act over with. I’ll try not to come so you don’t get disturbed wondering if I’m lying or not. I’d hate to ruin your party.”

I was stunned when his two enormous arms carefully slid around my upper arms. Shifting to be closer, he hugged me and tucked his face in my hair. A tender gesture. His voice seemed disembodied, it was too light, thin to be attached to the Herculean mass. “I’m sorry Samantha. I didn’t mean to call you..You’re not a liar, you really..Those were real. I didn’t scare them out of you or force you to pretend. We earned them.”

Earned them? What the hell-

“I like you and I will let you go. Unharmed. I promise. I promise to make you come again too.” Hugging me tighter he asked, “Okay?” I nodded once. “I’m..really sorry. I’ve never had a woman..get mad about being..” He sat up. “Actually I’ve never had a woman react like you. They’re usually terrified.”

“Who says I’m not terrified?”

“Of me?” his surprise was so genuine I laughed once. “Really?”

“Stone, something doesn’t quite work right in your brain. You don’t think I should be scared?”

He thought a moment. “Yeah. But I thought that after..once we had sex a couple times you might..guess not. But you didn’t always act scared. You don’t smell or taste scared.”

“Taste or smell scared? Well, I am but I pushed it away. I want to be what you need so you let me go. So you wanted a woman to be turned on- I was turned on. You wanted it to be authentic, I made it real.”

“But if you made it real, it wasn’t.”

“Did you see and hear me?” He nodded. “Those were real.” I rolled my eyes, “And I must be nuts to be able to switch back and forth like that. But I did it. I want to live.”

“One more.”

“Okay.”

He smiled, “It’s fun. You’ll like it.” A big kiss landed noisily on my cheek and he leapt to his feet. He reminded me of a kid on Christmas morning as he worked the equipment. “It’s great. I thought of the idea years ago and I’ve only done it a couple times. It takes the right person.” A number of padded straps jerked down from the canopy, “I think you’ll-“ he dropped to his knees and pulled the straps toward me. “Okay, this might seem a little spooky but you can get out of it. It’s a chair sort of thing. Here, I need you to stand. Thanks.” I was holding on to the main strap that held it up. “Okay. Now sit. Yeah. Thanks. Okay.”

Three intersecting pads created a seat that exposed my slit. He folded my legs to sit Indian style and showed me where I could hold on. He was right- I would easily be able to get out of it. He patted my knee, the grin on him and the eager bounce in his moves was sort cute. Almost infectious. I found my curiosity burning. I wanted to know what this did.

He promised to let me go. He said he’d make me come and he did. He was offended I thought he’d kill me. Offended. This is his reality- I’ve got to play and maybe I will get out alive.

“All right, time to wind you up.” He turned me slowly, asking every third turn if I was okay and I would nod. After a dozen turns he held my knees, his smile was wide. “You ready?” I nodded nervously. His face saddened, “Samantha. You’ll like it. I promise. If you don’t we’ll stop. Okay?”

“You’ve kept all your promises so far.”

He bumped his forehead on mine. Another tender gesture, “I keep my promises Samantha. You’ll like this. I love it, it’s..there’s no way to describe it.”

“Show me.” He hugged my torso and kissed me softly on the mouth. It wasn’t enough for him. Another kiss and another as he made small noises, wanting me to participate. I sighed, “Stone, you are a crazy, handsome man.” The chuckle was deep and I met it with my own exhausted giggle. “Kiss me again.” He didn’t hesitate, his tongue slid in and found mine.

If I’m going to die at least it will be confusing. Maybe it will take the fear of death away with it. Maybe he’ll let me go and he’ll become a ghost in my mind.

I let go of fear and gave in to lust. Fingers sliding into his hair, I pulled his head tighter to mine. He whimpered his delight, I moaned my pleasure. His hand slipped between my legs and circled that hot little switch. It was so sensitive, sending out jolts of physical joy throughout my body.

“Stone,” I gasped.

“Come Samantha. Come and we’ll fuck and I’ll let you go home. I promise.” He whispered in my ear, “I hope when you think of me you don’t get mad. That is makes you feel good.”

A bizarre notion but it went into my head to echo the one I had earlier.

He pulled away to kiss my cheek. They were as light as the breath of a sleeping bird.

“STONE!” My body shook and the canopy rattled. “Oh my..” I was panting and saw the happiness on his face. “Stand up. Please. Stand up Stone. If I don’t do this I’ll regret it.” He stood cautiously but hopeful. No longer feeling sane, I stared at the gorgeously defined abdomen and thighs, the cock stood proudly, worthy of such muscular surroundings. I licked him from balls to tip and he shuddered so hard he grabbed the strap I was hanging from.

“Sam-,” he gasped. A large hand touched my jaw indicating he wanted me to look up. I did and his face was pained, uncertain and expectant. “You..you don’t have to if you don’t want-“

“Stone. You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.” I gave a demonic grin. “Hold on big boy. It’s my turn to taste you.”

That said I plunged him into my mouth. It was wide and pulsed on my tongue. Reveling in the task of sucking off a monstrous beast, I hummed my way through some tongue twists.  Stone was grunting, groaning like a man being tortured. I licked and vacuumed him. Kissed and nibbled and stroked. When I flicked my tongue over the small slit he cried out, dropped to his knees and kissed me wildly. We tried to devour one another, sounding like starving savage animals fighting over a carcass.

Tipping my lower half, his cock found my wet cunt and hit hard. Pumping his arm, fists gripping the swing, he growled as he fucked. My throat made godawful high pitched  sounds, like a cat being strangled but it was beyond my control. My mind had snapped. My vision was altered, everything was edged in a distorted rainbow aura. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The Jeckle and Hyde had merged and infected me.

He stopped and I screamed with disappointment, startling him. “We’re running out of time. And I want-”

“Hurry.” Holding the swing in place, he shifted to lie under me. “What-?” The smile stopped me. Feet flat on the bed, he lifted his pelvis and inserted his dick. He let go of the swing and gave my knee an outward shove. “Oh my god!” Slowly, I began to turn- his cock acting as the axle. He laughed and then closed his eyes. “Oh Stone!” That strong pivot twirled in my pussy bringing sensations I never expected. My first orgasm was a surprise and Stone was rewarded with a small slap of fluid. He groaned, his eyes thick with sex.

The swing had unwound and slowed as it retwisted. Stone laid there breathing hard, his body splayed out. Smiling lazily, he sighed and sat up. “You like?” I nodded. “More?” I nodded again and he chuckled. “You’ll think fondly of me?”

“I’ll get wet and horny as hell.” He laughed and started to twist me up.

“I’ll do it higher.” Eyes closed, I let my head drop forward and felt his dick slowly twist inside me. Thrusting is great and this was just such a strange feeling it my body reacted with multiple mini orgasms. Stone felt the muscle spasms, “Mmmmm,” he said quietly. “I like you Samantha. I’ve never had a woman like you.” His hips were off the bed, I was twisted as tight as possible. “Last round.” I smiled at his joke and he pinched my butt making me squeak. He sighed and rested his head on the bed. He let the swing loose and this time I turned faster. Such wonderful friction it soon had me crying out. I screamed his name again and again.

Stone was noisy in his own right. This time he lightly pumped me as I spun. “Sam. You gave me head.” It was said with awe. “No one’s done that for me in years.” He groaned as I came again. “For that..”

“Stone!” I felt like was going to explode, my body couldn’t get enough but had had enough.

“For that I won’t drug you. I’ll just blindfold you. You can ride with me. Sam?” I forced myself to look at him, I was on the brink of delirium. “I don’t hurt women.”

“Stone,” I panted, “I bet you cause them huge withdrawal symptoms.” He didn’t get it. “If you get them off like you got me..eventually we’d want more. Crave it. You.” Hearing this he was bucking under her, slowing the turns. “Your like absinthe. You mess with the mind and make flesh feel great.”

“Sam!”

“Come Stone! Fuck me and come!” My pussy was still flexing from earlier, prodding his balls into spraying it all.

Unfolding my legs I steadied myself and stood. Muscles weak, I kneeled beside the tired man. Limbs limp, he was catching up on oxygen. I stared at him, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his parted lips. Without looking, he reached his arm to me. I bent into the crook of it and laid down beside him. The sigh he emitted was so content I couldn’t help but feel I had a chance to get out of here. Petting his torso, my fingers following the swells and dents of muscle, I found myself drifting off.

 

 

Where the-

The bed was empty but warm where he had been.

“Stone?” I called. The candles had long burned out and it was dark except the faint chalky light that seeped under the door from the hall. I opened it. I called louder, “Stone? Hello? You here?”

The place felt big as I approached the industrial door. It was one thing to be with him in this place, but alone it was unsettling. Holding the door push bar, I took a breath.

What the fuck?

Gazing up, the ceiling appeared infinite, disappearing into the dark, so high the fluorescent lights couldn’t begin to illuminate it. I tried to call his name but my throat was too dry. I saw the hook I had been suspended from. It hung from a pulley system that disappeared into the nonexistent ceiling. An industrial elevator was in one corner but the gate had a dead bolt on it.

It’s a tomb. A fucking tomb. A fucking abandoned missle silo. FUCK! I’m underground! Hundreds of feet!

Suddenly, all that cement. The tunnel. The shaft closed in. My vision became blurry.

“Stone. Stone. Where are you?” I knew I was going to black out. I didn’t want to be alone when I did. “Stone,” I wheezed. Two more doors vied for my attention. The one on the right was locked. I pounded on it. “Stone. Please. Oh god. Stone.” I stumbled and the door opened. This was less clinical, it was personal. The hall was carpeted and I was suddenly scared to intrude. “Stone. Hello?” I peeked at the silo and the oppressive feels of tons of cement and rebar chased me down the hall. My chest was tight, air difficult to pull in. The blue carpet underfoot began to blur and nausea made me gag. My legs wobbled, dropping to my knees as a sticky, cold sweat bristled over my skin. “Stone,” I wheezed. Despite my heart pounding in my ears I could hear the sound of a shower being interrupted with a moving body. “Stone!” I tried to scream but it came out as a rasp.

I crawled, not certain what I was seeing. Furniture. It smelled like someone smoked a pipe. A dog barked and I saw it sitting on the footstool. The medium sized mutt jumped down and licked my face.

The shower turned off, “Ted? Teddy?” Stone called as he came out the door.

“Stone,” I said smiling, relieved I wasn’t in the hole alone. It was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

 

For the last two weeks I’ve driven these back roads looking for a glimpse of his tow truck. Even spent a few nights on the side of the road hoping he would find me. Then I drove random nights, after work until the next morning.

I'd stop in small towns and ask about missile silos they laughed, there were hundreds. Hundreds that have been emptied, hundreds that have been forgotten. Abandoned.

But I drive, hoping. His note sitting on the seat next to me.

See Samantha, I keep my promises. I always keep my promises. You were my favorite and I was tempted to keep you, but I always keep my promises.

I just wish you could have kissed me back when I said goodbye.

-Stone

 

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