This is his side of the story... hers coming soon.
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The thoughts raced through his mind like the tide of the river he was watching below him. It had almost been a year since she had left, and still the sting was as venomous now as it had been back then. He looked at the almost silver circle he held in hands not really knowing what to do with it, but knowing it could no longer remain in his hands. Was it just the circle that needed to go, or had this whole situation grown to a place that there was no longer an answer in sight?
To answer that he would have to answer the even bigger question that remained in front of him. Why could he not let her go? Why was she all he thought about? Why couldn't he go a day without thinking of her golden locks framing her face like God himself had designed her hair to do so? When would he be able to get those piercing blue eyes out of his mind? Why did he still desire to touch her soft, milky skin, even grab those amazingly curvy hips of hers? She had moved on, why couldn't he? As he struggled with this, his mind began to drift back to a time where this was not the struggle, and happier times lived...
(Almost a year in the past)
He had hatched these plans weeks ago, and only now was it coming to fruition. It was a few weeks before her graduation from residency, and the pride he felt for her was almost engulfing. He wanted nothing more than to make this weekend special for her, and so far he had felt he had failed. The pirate flag did not come out the way he was expecting, nor had the blanket he had hand made for her (logos and all). The bottles he had painted and stuffed with notes for her looked awful, and all in all he felt like he had failed her.
Yet in spite of all of this he knew he had hit a home run with his next graduation present for her. The excitement built in him as he thought of when he was going to give it to her. Half of the impact in giving a sentimental gift was the timing of it, and he knew his timing could not be off. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before that moment arrived.
It was warm that June day, and there hadn't been much going on around the town that she lived in. On the docket of that evening was making dinner, and watching zombies rip apart everyday citizens ideas of what a peaceful night should be on TV. They sat together in silence, boredom slowly creeping in on them. This was a rare occurrence, but it does happen to everyone from time to time.
It was in this mood shift that the urge hit him and he could not hold off any longer. He looked around for his sealed envelope. He spotted it near her book case, and got up to retrieve, bringing forth a questioning look from her.
"What's up babe?" she inquired. He looked back at her with a devilish grin, and her lips went from questioning smirk to amused half smile. "Should I be worried right now?" she playfully bantered.
"Maybe a little" he laughed. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead as he slipped on his flip flops. "You should read this exactly ten seconds after I leave.
"Leave? Where are you going? We don't get much time together, and you're leaving me..." he captured her lips in mid-inquisition. He relayed how hungry he was for her in this kiss, and soon she was responding. He felt her begin to give in a little too much so he abruptly ended the kiss as gazed in to her ocean blue eyes.
"Just read it. I'll be back in an hour. What do you want for dinner?"
The look on her face was a cross between amusement and irritation.
"I really don't know why you're leaving. I could help with groceries..." he again kissed her. "Would you please stop doing that? Tell me what is going on!"
He kissed her forehead once more. "Just read it. It will explain everything." And with that he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. He had gotten almost all the way downstairs when he realized he had forgotten his wallet. He turned around and re-entered the apartment only to see her fully engrossed in the letter. He grabbed his wallet next to the door, and let himself out. Judging by her reaction this was going to be a very long hour.
For what she was reading was a letter and a present strictly for her. Ok maybe not entirely for her, but majority of it was. They had talked about their different fantasies, and a few of hers had yet been unfulfilled. This was his attempt to give this to her. So a week ahead of time he had written this letter to her.
My Queen,
Words cannot describe how much love for you is in my heart. I wish to fulfill you as you have done for me. With that in mind I lay before a challenge. You have exactly one hour from the time I have left the apartment to prepare yourself. One minute to long and this offer will not happen. You will bathe yourself, using the shampoo that I find intoxicating. You will not shave yourself any more than you already have. You will then proceed to dress in one of my plain white t shirts, and the undergarment you will find in a bag in the bedroom. You will also bring your sleep mask into the bedroom and cover your eyes. I will find you lying on the bed with your head at the foot of the bed, or this offer will not be fulfilled. You actually have 58 minutes now.
Love Always,
Redbeard
The very thought of what was going to happen when he got home had him over charged. He thought he might just explode in his pants just thinking about it. No, he had to refocus his mind; he had tasks to complete, and fifty-five minutes to do it in.
He began his shopping with a quick stop at the local ice cream shop and got a chocolate, peanut butter, bacon shake. Shockingly it was quite good. It was something he saw on some cooking show and just had to try it. Next was a stop at a department store to find a few things. First on his list was the zombie show. That was not hard, but the second would prove to be a little tricky.
The quest for a scarf began without much promise. Either they were too long, or too scratchy. There was nothing really silky and soft, as he had been hoping to find. Then it happened. The angels of heaven began to sing their chorus as a grey spongy one almost flew of the rack. It had elasticity to it so it would stretch nicely, allowing for more fun than one would have thought possible. His wicked smile returned as the scarf found its' way into his basket. He looked at his watch; he still had another twenty-five minutes. Time to shop for groceries, he almost laughed as his energy filled him again. He was going to relish this more than he ever thought possible.
The funny thing about this was his ego in all of this. Normally he would be self-doubting, or just thinking negatively. He had gone through some things in life that had rendered his self-esteem quite low. But in this moment, in this plan, not one time did it occur to him that he would arrive home and she would not have done what was asked. It never occurred that she may reject this little game he was playing. It was quite...liberating. With that he began to whistle as he shopped. Romantically evil intentions were defiantly on his mind.
He came back with exactly one minute to spare. His key slid into the lock, and as soon as the door opened, he saw a flash of white streak towards one of the back rooms. He allowed an evil grin that even the Grinch would have been proud of to cross his lips.
"It has not been an hour." came a desperate and excited voice. He knew she was his now, and there was no way he was letting her off the hook, but he had to remain in character.
"Well someone has exactly one minute to assume the position, or all of her preparations have been for naught." He called back as he unloaded the ingredients that would later become their meal. He heard a quick scuffle of feet, and the sound of a body hitting a mattress in a very hurried fashion. He got hard just thinking of her willingness to play along.
Of course he was in control, and he had to play that part well. He walked in to the bedroom and surveyed her. She was lying on her back, sleeping mask on, wearing a white t-shirt, and the black drawstring panties he had asked her to do. He leaned against the door frame and took it all in.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked the way a villain would ask hostage.
"Yes" she said almost as a whisper.
"I'm sorry did you say something? I thought I heard something but perhaps it was just the breeze floating by my ear."
"YES" she almost cried with excitement.
"Hmmm that's strange, you just said yes, and I have forgotten why. Care to remind me?"
She licked her lips before biting on them.
"Yes, I am comfortable." She said, louder than the first time.
"Good," he replied as he moved away from the door frame, and walked across the room." I want you as comfortable as possible, for the moment that is. Do you know who is in charge here?" he asked as he grabbed the wire room divider that was next to her bed.
"You are." She said again softly.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that. You know if you don't play by the rules, consequences have to be given out. We don't want that now do we?" he asked as he slowly drug the wire frame to the foot of the bed positioning it in just the right location for what he was going to do with it.
"No" she said. Her hips shifted a little and already he could make out her nipples. The hard buttons pushed their protest against the fabric of the shirt that covered her expansive bosom. How he loved her chest, just the sheer size of her breasts made his mouth water. How desperately he wanted to taste them. However, patience always rewarded in bliss.
"Good, so now who is in charge here?"
"You are." She stated. Her hips shifted again
"Are you sure you're comfortable? You keep squirming. That's not something we can have. Give me your hand." It was not a request. She hesitated for a second then slowly relinquished her hand to him. He quickly grabbed her wrist and tied one end of the scarf to it. The scarfs softness was a good thing, as was its' sponginess, as it was thread through the wire, giving plenty of room to allow for more movement and yet keep her where he wanted her.
"Now the other." Again there was no question in his voice. Again she held her hand up to be fastened. He looked at her and admired her beauty. Her golden hair creating almost a halo around her, her large chest moving with deep breaths of excitement, her belly button sneaking out of the bottom of the shirt every now and then, her womanhood covered by black material. The strings of that garment yelled at him to untie them and find the hidden treasure underneath. Her legs were long, and smooth. He could not resist a small nibble on her left thigh. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips.
"My dear, I don't recall giving you permission to moan in that way." He pushed on her hip, and she turned over slightly. He then swatted her with a loud pop and small stinging sensation. She bit her lip again as she half-moaned an apology. "As you should apologize. Now I must take a minute to freshen up. I shall deal with you momentarily."
As he walked towards the door he let his hand run up her uncovered leg, gently brush the top portion of her hip, stroke her belly, and get a feel of the valley of her rapidly rising and falling breast. He finished this tease by sliding the back of his hand along her neck, rubbed her ear, and finally ran it through her hair. At the last second his fingers intertwined in her hair, and gave a firm, but gentle tug. Another gasp left her lips, but he let that one go.
It took everything he had not to run to the bathroom. He had never stripped so fast in his life though. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He took a washcloth and quickly ran it over his manhood and a few other areas just to make sure he was fresh. A dose of mint mouthwash would take care of his breath, and a quick sniff to make sure his arms were not unsavory.
He once again leaned against the door post, this time only wearing a pair of purple silky boxers he had bought just for her. He watched her for a second. She was unable to keep still, moving her hips from side to side, emitting small whimpers as her hair folded itself around her face. He was so in love with her, and she was so beautiful.
"Are you still comfortable?" he asked
"Yes, very much so." She replied. Her willingness to play this part astounded him. Of course she had confessed to wanting something like this, but still the amount of trust demonstrated here was incredible.
"Who are you?" he asked slowly walking to the bed. He could tell the question had caught her off guard. She was puzzled.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Quickly his hand found the area where her hip and her butt met. She jumped at the smack.
"The question is simple really. Who are you? Right now, in this moment who are you. And do not dare to answer my question with another question."
"I'm your queen." She replied softly
"Ah I do not think any form of royalty would want to be in your situation right now. Lets' try this again. Who are you?"
