Hello, I'm having problems with my computers disk drive so it needs to go back to fixin' I didn't want to leave you wanting so I quickly typed up the next 2 chapters in our saga. I do apologize if they are badly edited, I'll fix it when I get my computer back, if I get my computer back. Wish me luck on that one.
Chapter IX
"Brandon, can I speak with you for a moment," Dr. Ezra interrupted Brandon and Gad, although interrupting wasn't really exactly what he had done. Brandon had approached Gad standing next to the coffee maker, Brandon wanted to talk to him, get his story, but Dr. Ezra interjected before he was able to.
"Sure Dr. Ezra." Brandon nodded to Gad who walked silently away. Brandon was beginning to think he would never find out Gad's story.
"Brandon, please take a seat." They walked back to the hard plastic chairs and sat down.
"Dr. Ezra I know what you are going to say." Ezra put up his hand attempt to silence Brandon.
"Why don't we let me say my peace before interrupting?" Brandon silently nodded and instead tried to remember any conversation he had had with Samantha about Ezra. There was something she had said or more how she said it that lead Brandon to believe they had once been involved which may have been more jealousy on his part than actual knowledge but it was still there. The more time Brandon spent with Ezra in group he couldn't imagine what if anything she had seen in him.
"Brandon" he started, "I'm not going to pretend I understand what you're doing. I'm not condoning or condemning your actions, I just wonder if they are the smart ones." He titled his head so his view of Brandon was slightly skewed. "Are you comfortable with these, arraignments?"
Brandon made no reply, Ezra tried a different approach, "I worry you are trading one bad vice for another. I recognized the need for a sexual release, the need for an emotional release. The primal need is one of the most basics, I don't want to see you changing one depravity for another," Ezra cleared his throat, "Sorry that was a strong word. It's like a heroin addict switching to crack if you see my meaning. "
Brandon didn't find this analogy any more appropriate than the other.
"I mean you can see the reaction of the group. Do you think maybe this is something you forced on your friend?" Brandon jumped as if he were punched. He stood up and walked away from the doctor.
"Why do you think that?"
"I don't think that Brandon," Ezra said shaking his head, "But have you spoken with her, disgust, discussed this?"
"We, no, we, there's never a time." Brandon collapsed on a chair.
"I'm concerned," Ezra said pointing his hands at his chest, "that this behavior shows a level of depravity that I haven't seen in someone that does not have other deep seeded problems, someone that is not seeking a form of treatment more intense than group therapy."
Brandon stared wide eyed at the doctor. Was he seriously suggesting that he was crazy? That he deserved to be locked up like his sister currently was? You could call it "resting" all you wanted to but Brandon understood where she was and why she stayed. His sister was a lunatic and now he was being called sociopathic.
"Thank you Dr. Baker. I appreciate the time you took with me today." Brandon said standing up and walking to the door.
"Brandon I really believe we should continue to discuss this maybe perhaps in a more private setting."
"I'll consider it, thank you." Brandon hurriedly left the room.
Ezra sat back in the chair and pushed his finger down over his lips in an attempt to control the smile that was ruling his mouth. Ezra recognized the power of a few well-placed words. He recognized the fragility of an already damaged psyche. He also recognized the things that were his, and he be damned if he would allow Sam to slip out of his hands to a sick fuck like Brandon.
Brandon stood in the rapidly cooling fall air. He needed to see Samantha, need to be reassured that what they were doing was something that they both wanted, that it wasn't something he had forced on her or she had forced on him. This was the way they wanted the relationship to be. There was a knock on the door in his head that he refused to answer the knock of the questions that would come up but he would ignore. If this is what they both wanted, why doesn't he go home with her? Why not make love in a way where they both discover and explorer each other? Why don't they wake up together? He bit on a choked sob realizing they hadn't actually shared a kiss. He had placed kisses on her and she on him but not a shared one. His mouth, lips and tongue had been on places she couldn't reach on herself. But a reciprocal kiss was the one thing that eluded them.
He found himself at her building after a journey he barely remembered. He went swiftly through the lobby ignoring everyone and pushing an elderly couple out of the way to get to the elevator. Once inside he leaned back against the back and closed his eyes as the elevator doors closed. He had mistakenly opened his mouth, spilling out what he and Samantha did was the worst mistake but he knew she would make it right. Whatever it was they were doing was fine, wasn't sick, disgusting, or perverted at all. It may not be normal but it was what they shared and it was what they both wanted, right?
The elevator doors opened and a tall blond he had seen before stepped on. All thought left his mind. He no longer cared about seeing Samantha to justify their actions, he no longer craved the absolution he had come to find. His mind was no longer interested in filling any need except one, the one that could be satisfied by the woman standing in front of him now. She smiled and pushed a lock of hair back over her ear and cast her eyes down. The raw emotion shown plainly on his face, scaring and exciting her all at once, the door made an audible clunk that increased her fear. A voice in her head told her to run but she ignored it. With one large stride Brandon was standing over her, she shrunk back against the wall allowing him tower over her. She looked up to him with large brown eyes willing him to do what he wanted. It crossed his mind to take her in the elevator but he was still thinking somewhat rationally and the idea quickly left his mind, he looked to her for guidance. Looking first at her then over to the key pad, he didn't think she understood initially, then the gears shifted into place and she reached over and pressed the 10 button, a few floors underneath Sam's offices.
The thought of her put a shiver thru him which the blond attempted to console by pushing her arm around his side and sliding up his back. Surprisingly the elevator went straight to the 10 floor, no stops on any floor allowing him to stay over her pressing into her so she could feel him.
When the elevator doors opened she looked left and right took his hand and quickly lead him to a unmarked door a few steps down from where they exited the elevator. She pulled him in and locked the door.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said.
"Don't talk," he said, leaned in and kissed her hard. She sucked in her breath and gave into him. She pulled at his shirt then fought with the buttons. He stopped her, pushing her hands roughly away. He wasn't going to be here long enough to need to remove his shirt. He pulled up her skirt and tugged roughly at her underwear scratching them down her legs.
"Ow, ooh" she whined.
He grabbed her neck, pulled her too him so he was breathing in his face. "You're my little puppet, so you'll do what I say, right?" She nodded scared but more than a little delighted with thought of being dominated. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. She was tentative and unsure, unsnapping his pants, pulling the zipper down deliberately. Moving with a slowness he had no desire for today.
"Take it, take it!" His member while not imposing by any account, proved a challenge for the woman. He held on to either side of her head and thrust against her forcing himself into her. A few quick thrusts before he could hear and feel her gag against him. He stopped and pulled away from her.
"No it's OK," she said moving towards him again, grabbing for him. He pulled her up instead spun her around and bent her over the table. He moved fast positioning himself behind her and guided himself into the forbidden space, then jabbed his hips into her. She cried out, arched her back and allowed his intrusion. She reached her hand back and assisted in her own pleasure. He reached his own hand out grabbed her breast, pulling almost ripping it. She called him lover and whined as she came. Brandon didn't finish so soon and he continued to pound into her. Taking his time and ignoring her yelps of discomfort. Enjoying a little too much the knowledge she was in pain, but taking it for him.
His body stiffened as the familiar spasms sent him jerking, his grip around her hips increased, pressing like a vice grip with would develop into bruises she would be asked about later. He stepped away from her slumping against a wall. She turned around knelt before him and took his shaft into her mouth tasting him.
This is what it should be shouldn't it? Reactions when your love making, movement, noises, terms of endearment spoken as the lovers joined into the mutual act. Now that he had had a taste of it, he craved more, needed more and he resolved himself with the thought that he would not get it from Samantha.
