Dava was just becoming used to her blindness when she met Alex. She literally fell into him. Strong arms caught her against a massive body. She could tell that he was enormously tall. She never knew why she allowed him to take her home. But now, here she was, naked, tied to her bed, and gagged.
"I know you can't see me," he whispered softly, "so I don't have to blindfold you." His lips were soft on her eyelids. "But I don't want you to scream," he paused, "yet."
She felt his hands exploring her body, much like she used hers to "see" something. He cupped her generous breasts and squeezed gently, his thumbs caressing her hardening nipples. She writhed, trying to evade his hands.
Alex laughed softly. "You have no idea what that does for me, my treasure," he murmured. She felt his hot breath on her skin just an instant before his mouth closed on her left nipple. He suckled softly, pulling the sensitive bit of flesh between his teeth again and again.
"Nnnnnmm," she protested. He was arousing her. She did not want that to happen! She couldn't let that happen! Then he switched to the other nipple, suckling, teasing, arousing. His hands were in her stomach, then on her thighs. His tongue on her quivering clitoris arched her hips off the bed. "Nnnnn!" she wailed through the gag, "nnnnn!" The vibration of his laugh on her flesh only intensified the felling.
He lapped at her wetness, a cat with cream, as she struggled under him. She felt him shift positions. His hand caressed her cheek.
"I almost wish you could see me," he whispered, "but it's perhaps best that you can't."
Dava felt the heat of his penis against her. She moaned softly, resigned now. He was going to take her. Soft, gentle kisses on her face. She felt the gag loosen.
"Now you can scream, my treasure," he murmured. And he impaled her. She arched and shrieked. Even wet as she was, the huge, steely pole of flesh that rammed into her was tearing her apart. Another thrust. Another. Her screams echoed. And he filled her beyond anything she believed possible. She was stretched tight around his hot, monstrously long, thick penis.
Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing through her, unsought, unexpected, incredibly intense. He groaned as the spasms caressed him. Then he began moving in her, long, slow thrusts that pulled and pushed every inch of his massive penis in and out of her. The pain of him stimulated her now. Her hips rocked against him, meeting his thrusts as she whimpered. Another orgasm rolled through her. And another. He took his time, using the long, slow thrusts to savor her.
She writhed against him now, not in an effort to escape, but trying to get closer to him. The hot friction of him had her convulsing hard around him until he swelled and pulsed his hot sperm deep into her. Alex collapsed on her as the final spasms of his orgasm throbbed in her. Sighing softly, he slowly withdrew from her, moving his heavy weight from her trembling body.
Dava made no sound as slow tears flowed down her face. Alex had been told that blind eyes were expressionless. The pain and desolation he saw in Dava's sightless eyes made the sated euphoria of his climax burn like acid. With shaking fingers, he wiped the tears away.
"My treasure..." he began. She turned her head away from his touch. It was not a sudden, angry movement, just a slow move away from his fingers. He felt a surge of anger. He HAD given her pleasure! She HAD climaxed! More than once. The slow tears continued and his anger shriveled. He released her. "I..." he sighed, "I thought..."
She turned her sightless eyes back to him. He could still see the pain. She couldn't see his hand reach out to her. She made no move to cover herself, she only moved her limbs to ease them. Dava said nothing to Alex, and he could not bear to stay, to look into her devastated eyes. She heard him dress and leave. Then she curled up and let the sobs escape. Dava never knew how long she wept. The storm of emotion eventually faded into sleep.
Alex, however, did not sleep. He was reliving the past hours, from the moment Dava had been so rudely shoved and literally fell into his arms. She had not flinched from him, even when she realized his size. Her blindness had been a surprise but she had not apologized for it nor did she seem to expect any pity. He had put her back on her feet. She tipped her head up and thanked him. He knew she couldn't see him, yet the gesture, the movement of her head was perfect. He asked her to join him for coffee and they talked. Somewhere in the conversation, he made the assumption that she wanted him as much as he found himself wanting her. And when she let him take her home, he was sure of it.
He wasn't sure where the notion to tie her and gag her came from, but he'd done it, his size and strength making the task easy. God! She had been so tight! And responsive. But the expression in her blind eyes. Pain. It wasn't physical pain. Her body had accepted him like no other woman ever had. But she had looked at him, her unseeing eyes brimming with the pain of something lost, something he had destroyed. And it ate away at him.
Dava awoke, her head aching from crying herself to sleep. As she dragged herself out of bed, her hands brushed the silk scarves Alex had used to bind her. Sudden revulsion surged through her. Dava managed to untie the scarves. Bunching them in her fist, she felt her way to the kitchen. She stuffed the silk into the trash. Taking a deep breath, Dava stood still for a moment to orient her self as she had been taught. Then she turned and went to her bathroom. She made sure everything was where it belonged, her towels, soaps. She turned on the shower as hot as she could stand it. Then she tried to scrub Alex from her body. It was hard to do. His hands had made her tremble, his taking had been an incredible experience. Yet, that is what hurt so much. She had found him attractive. He had not tried to make her feel anything other than normal. She was beginning to trust him. His first kisses had made her quiver. Then he had tied her. Made her helpless. And took her. Angrily, Dava scrubbed her body again. And again. Finally, she emerged from the steamy water and dried herself. She dressed and made herself eat, although everything tasted of ashes.
The phone rang, making Dava jump. She let her answering machine take the call. Alex. "Please, Dava, answer." She did nothing. She could not make herself answer the phone. The sound of Alex's deep voice made her tremble. Why had he taken advantage of her? With a bit more patience, she would have given him everything. The phone rang again. And again. Each time, Alex would plead for her to answer, to talk to him. Dava finally gave in and answered the next time the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Dava." It was Alex. "I..."
"What more do you want of me, Alex?" She heard a soft grunt on the other end of the phone.
"Dava, can I seen you again?" Alex's deep voice was hoarse.
"Why, Alex?"
"I..." Silence. "Please, Dava?"
Dava was silent for long moments. "Very well, Alex," she said cooly. "You may come here in one hour."
An explosive sigh on the other end of the phone. "Thank you, Dava."
Dava wondered of she were being foolish. He was big and strong. And he had already taken her once. She spent the hour thinking, considering.
A soft knock on her door. She waited.
"Dava?"
