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Chapter 25 (Part I)
A Friday To Remember/Return to The Red Room of Pain
Friday, June 13, 2013
The second time I awake, the sun is shining and the sound of chirping birds can be heard along with the crashing of the ocean waves against the shoreline. The blankets are scattered about the bed and I'm still wearing my robe from earlier this morning. I am too warm.
Taking the robe off, I check the time on my phone. It's 10:03 a.m. As I get dressed, I switch on my laptop to check for any emails from Felix. Nothing. Not even a word that he's arrived safely.
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: Safe Arrival?
Date: June 13 2013 10:07 a.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Dear Sir,
I am hoping that you have arrived back safely. I'm starting to worry.
Thinking of you.
Your Elizabeth
x
I press send and I sit and wait for his response, my heart beating like crazy in my chest. By 10:30 I've heard nothing from him. Oh no, I hope nothing seriously bad has happened. I sigh and trying to shake off my nervous anxiety, I head downstairs. The house is quiet. In the kitchen, I find a note from my mother on the table.
Darling, your father and I had to leave for work. You were still sleeping when I left earlier this morning and I didn't want to wake you. Breakfast is in the oven for you. I should be home before noon.
Love you
Mom xoxo
I smile and take a peek in the oven. A plate of bacon, eggs, and toast sits inside. I realize that I'm starving as I sit down at the table to eat.
At 11:16 a.m, my mother returns home. She smiles.
"Good morning, darling," she says happily. "You look well rested."
I blush as she hugs me.
"So where did Felix go?" she asks.
"He had to leave at around three this morning to go back to Sacramento. There was a robbery at his house."
My mother gasps. "Oh, that's awful. I hope nothing serious has happened."
"Me too," I say.
She smiles and claps her hands together. "Well, shall we do a little girl shopping today before you go back home?"
I nod. "Yeah."
It's almost 5 when my mother and I return. We have spent the day buying dresses, shoes, and cute outfits. Heading into the guest bedroom, I decide to check my e-mail before I leave for my flight at 5:30. My heart jumps when I see that I have a response from Felix from just a few minutes ago.
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: Sorry
Date: June 13 2013 1:48 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Dear Miss Callahan,
I apologize for not writing you back right away. I didn't mean to worry you. I have arrived safely. It warms my heart very much knowing that you care for me. I am thinking of you, too, and I really look forward to your return later tonight.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
I breathe a sigh of relief, my anxiety disappearing. Oh, thank God.
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: The Situation
Date: June 13 2013 4:52 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Dear Mr. Kjellberg,
I hope the situation of the break-in is under control.
Your Elizabeth
x
P.S.: Are you ever going to tell me what I've said in my sleep?
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: My Lips Are Sealed
Date: June 13 2013 1:54 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Dear Miss Callahan,
The situation has not been resolved yet.
And to answer your P.S., the answer is no.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: My Lips Are Sealed
Date: June 13 2013 4:55 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
I hope whatever I've said was amusing because as you should know, I can't help what comes out of my mouth when I am unconscious. In fact, you may have misheard me.
A man of your advanced years is surely a little deaf. ;)
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: Wat?
Date: June 13 2013 1:56 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Dear Miss Callahan,
What was that? A lamb tore camps tears what?
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: Huh?
Date: June 13 2013 4:57 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
LOL, you are driving me crazy! ;D
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: I Hope So...
Date: June 13 2013 1:58 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Dear Miss Callahan,
I intend to do exactly that this weekend. Looking forward to it. ;)
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: Grrrrrrr
Date: June 13 2013 4:59 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Okay, I am officially mad at you now.
I have to get packing. See you in a few hours.
Miss E. F. Callahan
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: Wild Cat
Date: June 13 2013 2:00 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Oooh, Miss Callahan, are you growling at me?
I possess a cat of my own for growlers.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
Huh? A cat of his own? I've never seen a cat in his house. No, I'm not going to answer him. Jeez, he can be so frustrating sometimes. Fifty shades of frustrating. Hmm. Sounds like a good title for a book.
Noticing the time, I see that it's already 5 o'clock. Holy shit, I need to get packing! Jumping of the bed, I grab my backpack. As I'm stuffing my clothes into my bag, I hear another ping from my computer. Nope, just keep packing, Elizabeth, I tell myself. I am not going to look. Nope, definitely not. No, I am not going to look. Argh! Like the idiot I am, I stop packing and check my e-mail.
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: What You Said in Your Sleep
Date: June 13 2013 2:03 p.m PST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Elizabeth,
I'd rather hear you say the words that you've said in your sleep when you are conscious, that's why I won't tell you.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
Oh shit . . . What the heck have I said? It's as bad as I think, I'm sure. Crap.
My mother hugs me tightly.
"Follow your heart, my darling baby girl, and please, please, try not to over-think things. Relax and enjoy yourself. You are still so young, sweetheart. You have so much more of life to experience and you deserve the best of everything." She whispers in my ear, her words heartfelt and comforting. She kisses my cheek.
"Oh, mom." Hot, unwelcome tears come to my eyes as I cling to her.
"Darling, you know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find the right prince."
I smile.
"I think I've already found my prince, mom. I just hope he doesn't turn into a frog."
She gives me her most motherly, absolute unconditional love smile, and I marvel at the love that I feel for this woman. I wrap my arms around both of my parents and we hug once more.
"Love you, Besty," my dad says.
"Love you, too, daddy," I say.
"Elizabeth, they're calling your flight now," my mother says.
"Will you guys visit?"
"Of course. Hopefully soon. If the doctor says it's okay." She pats her middle and smiles.
Her eyes are red with unshed tears as she releases me. I hug my dad and, turning around, I head to the gate. I will myself not to glance back, but I do. My dad is holding my mother, and tears are streaming down her face. I can no longer hold mine. I put my head down and head to the gate, keeping my eyes on the floor as my vision blurs with tears.
Once on board of the plane, in the luxury of first class, I curl up in my seat and try to compose myself. It always breaks my heart to wrench myself away from my parents, especially my mother. I hardly ever see them, and when I do, I know they love me so much. Unconditional love - that's what every child in the world deserves from there parents. I frown at the direction of my thoughts and, pulling out my BlackBerry, I stare at it.
What does Felix know of love? It seems he never got the unconditional love he was entitled to during his early years before his birth mother died. My heart twists, and my mother's words come to my mind: Yes, Elizabeth. Hell - what do you need to see that he does? A neon sign flashing on his forehead? She thinks Felix loves me and also that I deserve the best of everything. I frown at the realization. It is true, and in this moment of startling clarity, I see it. It's very simple: I want his love. I need Felix Kjellberg, the beautiful Swedish YouTuber, to love me. This is why I am so reserved about our relationship - because on some basic, normal level, I realize that I have a strong desire to be loved and cherished.
And because of his fifty shades, I am holding myself back. The BDSM is a distraction from the real issue at hand. The sex is beyond amazing, he's famous, he's beautiful, but this is all meaningless without his love, and the real heartbreaking thing is that I don't know if he's capable of love. He doesn't he even love himself with all his self loathing and hatred he has towards himself. I remember him telling me that Mrs. Andreassen's love was the only love he found acceptable. Punished - whipped, beaten, whatever their relationship was based on - he feels undeserving of love. Why does he feel like that? His words haunt me: It's very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you're not perfect.
I close my eyes, trying to imagine his pain. I shudder at all the possibilities. What have I confessed to Felix in my sleep? What secrets have I revealed?
I stare at my BlackBerry, hoping that it will give me some sort of answer. Since we haven't taken off yet, I decide to e-mail my Fifty Shades.
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: Homeward Bound
Date: June 13 2013 6:03 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Dear Mr. Kjellberg,
I am once again basking in the luxury of first class, for which I have you to thank. I'm counting the minutes until I see you this evening and perhaps I may torture the truth out of you about my slumber admissions.
Your Elizabeth
x
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: Homeward Bound
Date: June 13 2013 3:04 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Elizabeth, I look forward to seeing you.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
His response makes me frown. It sounds clipped, a little too formal, and not his usual witty style.
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: Everything Alright?
Date: June 13 2013 6:05 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Dearest Mr. Kjellberg,
I hope everything is alright re the situation. The tone of your e-mail is a bit worrying.
Elizabeth
x
From: Felix Kjellberg
Subject: Fine and Dandy
Date: June 13 2013 3:07 p.m PST
To: Elizabeth Callahan
Elizabeth,
The situation here could be better. Have you taken off yet? If so, you should not be e-mailing right now. You're putting yourself and everyone around you at risk, in direct contravention about the rule regarding your personal safety. I meant what I said about punishments in violating the contract.
Felix Kjellberg
Partner at YouTube
Crap. I don't want to push him too far.
From: Elizabeth Callahan
Subject: I'll Behave
Date: June 13 2013 6:10 p.m EST
To: Felix Kjellberg
Please don't be mad at me.
They are shutting the doors now. I'm turning off my phone.
Later, baby.
Elizabeth
x
I switch off my phone, unable to shake my anxiety. Something is up with Felix. Perhaps the break in and the fact that Tyler and his friend were held at gunpoint is worse than I thought. Oh no, is there something he's not telling me? Were the two boys hurt in any way? Was Clark there to help them?
I sit back and glance up at the overhead bin where my bags are stowed. While my mother and I were out shopping, I bought Felix a small gift to say thank you for the first class and for him singing to me back on the beach. I smile at the memory. I don't know yet if I'll give the silly gift to him. He might think it's stupid or childish. I am both eager to return and anxious of what awaits me at the end of my journey. As I think through all the scenarios of what the break in might have been, I become aware that once again the seat next to me is empty again. I shake my head at the thought that Felix probably purchased that seat, too, so that I had no one to talk to. I dismiss the idea as ridiculous. Sitting back, I take out my mp3 player and headphones. Turning it on, I close my eyes, and begin listening to Michael Jackson's Billie Jean as the plane taxis toward the runway.
I emerge into the Sacramento arrivals terminal five hours later. It's a little after 8 p.m, California time. Walking through the luggage retriever, I see a young man with brown hair holding up a sign that reads MISS E. CALLAHAN. I smile, approaching the young boy.
"Did Felix send you?" I ask.
He nods. "Y-Yes. He did," he answers timidly, a hint of Australian in his accent. "I'm Troye Sivan. A friend of Tyler and Felix."
We shake hands and I notice that he looks spooked. There are even dark circles under his eyes.
"Is everything ok?" I ask. "What happened during the break-in?"
"I can tell you on the way," he says. "Can I help you with your bags?"
"No, that's alright. I can manage. Thank you, though."
He smiles and we walk in silence to Felix's gray Audi R8. Once my bags are stowed away in the trunk, Troye holds the passenger door open for me. I climb in, wondering if wearing such a short skirt for my return to California was a good idea. It was warm and welcome in Florida. Here I feel exposed.
As we set off towards Felix's house, Troye breaks the silence.
"You've met Tyler, right?" he asks.
I nod. "Yes."
"Well, he was rushed to the emergency room early this morning."
Oh no. My heart sinks with terror, my eyes widening in shock.
"What happened?" I ask.
"I was with Tyler last night when some bloke broke into the house. He attacked Tyler when he went upstairs to investigate the noise. I heard him screaming and when I was finally brave enough to go up myself, the man had Tyler on the floor with his face up against a pile of broken glass. He had a gun, too. I couldn't see the robber's face, though, but his voice...his voice was so clear as he spoke."
"Is Tyler going to be ok?" I ask.
"Yeah," Troye replies. "I went and saw him a few hours ago at the hospital. He got twenty-five stitches."
Holy shit.
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Troye asks.
"No, go ahead."
He pushes a few buttons and Felix's mp3 mix starts playing Runaway Train by Elton John and Eric Clapton.
Half an hour later, Troye turns down the gravel path leading to Felix's house. At the gate, I see a man in a dark suit standing guard. The car comes to a stop and Troye rolls down the driver side window. The guard says nothing and nods to us as the iron gate opens. We continue on down the path until the big house comes into view.
"I'll escort you in," Troye says as he parks the car.
He grabs my bags from the trunk and we head towards the front door, but as I'm walking, I begin to get the feeling that I'm being watched. A shiver runs down my spine. As we walk inside, a thousand butterflies flutter in my stomach. Why do I feel so nervous? Could it be that I have no idea what mood Felix will be in when I see him?
"You go on ahead, Elizabeth," Troye says, breaking the silence. "I'll take your things to your room."
Once in the lobby, I make my way towards the living room as Troye slinks past me to the back of the house. I walk into the living room and see Felix with his back turned to me, facing the fireplace. He's on his cellphone. He's wearing a white dress shirt and black pants, and he's running his hand through his hair. He's agitated. Oh no. Agitated or not, he's still a fine sexy sight. How can he look so...breathtaking?
"No word yet...Okay...Yes." He turns around and sees me, and his whole demeanor changes. From tense, to relief, to something totally different: a look that calls directly to my inner goddess, a look of pure sensual, carnality.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him and desire blooms in my body...whoa.
"Keep me informed," he snaps, and shutting his phone, he tosses onto one of the chairs.
I stand paralyzed as he quickly undoes his tie, throwing it to the floor. I watch as he jumps over the couch. Holy shit. Then his arms are wrapped around me, and he's pulling me to him, hard and fast as he grips my ponytail to tilt my head up, his lips crashing against mine, kissing me like his life depended on it. What the hell? He drags the hair tie painfully from my hair, but I don't care. There's desperation to his kiss. He needs me, and at this point and time, I have never felt so desired and wanted. It's dark, sensual, and alarming all at the same time. I kiss him back with equal passion, my fingers twisting and fisting in his soft, unruly blonde hair. Our tongues meet, dancing together, ardor and lust erupting between us. He tastes divine, hot, sexy, and his scent - all body wash and Felix - is arousing. I feel his hands grab at the hem of my t-shirt and he pulls it up and over my head, throwing it to the floor so that I am left standing in my bra and skirt. At last, he drags his mouth away from mine, and he's staring down at me, his chest heaving as tries to catch his breath.
"What's the matter?" I breathe.
"I'm so glad you're here," he says huskily. "Shower with me - now."
I can't decide if it's a command or a request.
"Yes," I whisper, and, bending down, he scoops me up into a bridal carry. Oh my.
We leave the room and he carries me up the stairs towards his bedroom, and into his bathroom. Once there, he kicks the door closed, then sets me on my feet and turns the water on in the spacious shower. Turning around slowly, he gazes at me, his blue eyes glowing with carnal lust.
"I like your skirt. It's very short," he says, his voice low. "You have amazing legs.
He steps out of his shoes and reaches down to take his socks off, his eyes never leaving mine. I am rendered speechless by the look of pure hunger in his eyes. Wow. I mirror his actions and step out of my sandals. Suddenly, Felix reaches for me, and backs me up against the wall. He kisses me everywhere: my face, my lips, my throat, the tops of my breasts peeking out from my bra, my belly, and my navel. I feel the cool, smooth tiled wall at my back as he pushes himself against me, so that I'm trapped between the heat of his body and chill of the ceramic. Tentatively, I place my hands on his upper arms, and he groans low in in his throat as I squeeze tightly.
"I want you," he breathes, and his hands are on my thighs, pushing my skirt up. "Are you still bleeding?"
"A little."
Felix grabs hold of the waistband of my white cotton panties, and abruptly, he drops to his knees as he slides them down my legs. My skirt is now rucked up, and I'm naked from the waist down and panting, wanting. He grabs my hips, pushing me against the wall again, and places a kiss at the apex of my thighs. Grabbing my upper thighs, he forces my legs apart and pulls the string of my tampon. He tosses it into the trashcan and before I can register what he's about to do next, I feel his tongue circling my clitoris. I gasp. Oh my. I tip my head back and moan as my fingers find their way into his hair.
His tongue is relentless, strong, insistent, washing over me, swirling around and around, again and again. The feeling is exquisite. I feel my body start to quicken, and he releases me. What? No! My breathing is ragged as I pant, my heart going wild as I gaze up at the Swedish man with delicious anticipation. He grabs my face with both hands, and he kisses me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste my arousal and the faint metallic tang of my monthly. Unzipping his fly, he frees himself, and grabbing the backs of my thighs, he lifts me.
"Wrap your legs around me, Elizabeth," Felix commands, his voice urgent and strained.
I do as he says and I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves quickly and sharply, filling me. Ah! He gasps, and I groan. Holding my behind, his fingers dig into my soft flesh as he begins to move. He starts slowly - a steady even tempo...but as his control unravels, he speeds up, thrusting faster and faster. Ahhh! I tip my head back and close my eyes, concentrating on the sensation with every thrust he gives. Finally, when I can take no more, I explode around him, spiraling into an intense, all-consuming and mind numbing orgasm. A moment later, Felix lets go with a deep growl, saying something in Swedish, and he buries his head in my neck as he buries himself deeper inside of me, groaning loudly and incoherently as he releases his seed.
His breathing is erratic, but he kisses me tenderly and sweetly. He stands still, still inside of me, holding me tightly. My arms are still around his neck as I hold onto him, my head resting on his shoulder. Raising my head, I blink away the blurriness of my vision until Felix comes into focus. Very gently, he pulls out of me, and holds me steady while I place my feet on the floor. The bathroom is cloudy with steam...and hot.
"You seem pleased to see me," I murmur shyly.
He smiles. "I am. Come - let me get you into the shower.
Felix undoes the buttons on his shirt, tugs it over his head and throws it to the floor. Again, I see the scars on his chest and he doesn't notice me looking. Taking off his pants and boxer briefs, I get a brief look at another scar just above his hip bone on his left side. It's much bigger than the rest of his scars. This one looks like a slash mark from a knife. Holy shit.
Reaching out, he slides my skirt down my legs, and stepping out of it, he kicks it to the pile of clothes.
"Your ankle is looking better," Felix says mildly. He seems so much more calmer now. "How was the plane ride back?"
"It was fine," I murmur, still breathless. "Thanks again for first class. It's really a lovely way to travel." I smile shyly at him.
He smiles. "Where is your new job?" he asks all of a sudden.
"You don't know?"
He frowns and shakes his head. "Why would I know?"
"Well, with your James Bond stalking gadgetry, I thought you would have..." I trail off as his face falls.
"Elizabeth, I would never ever interfere in your career, unless you ask me to, of course." He looks wounded.
"So you don't know where?"
"No."
"San Francisco Publishing."
"Oh. Congratulations." He leans forward and kisses my forehead. "When do you start?"
"Monday."
"That soon, huh? Well, I'd better take advantage of you while I still can. Turn around."
I do as I'm bid, and he undoes the clasp on my bra. He leans against me and nuzzles my hair, inhaling deeply. He squeezes my buttocks.
"You intoxicate me, Miss Callahan, and you calm me," he says softly, his Swedish accent husky.
He kisses my hair and grabbing my hand, he tugs me into the shower.
"Eek!" I squeal. The water is really hot. Felix grins down at me as the water cascades over him.
"It's only a little hot water," he teases.
And actually he's right. It feels heavenly as it washes off the stickiness of Florida and our lovemaking.
"Turn around," he orders, and I do so, turning to face the wall. "I want to wash you," he murmurs, reaching for the body wash. He squirts a little into his hand.
"I have something to tell you," I murmur as his hands begin to work there magic on my shoulders.
"Oh yeah?" he asks mildly.
I take a deep breath. "My friend Vinnie has a photography show opening on the 21st next weekend in San Francisco."
He stills, his hands pausing just above my breasts. I made sure to emphasize the word "friend."
"Yes, and what about it?" he asks sternly.
"I told him I would go. Would you like to come with me?"
After what feels like an eternity, he slowly resumes washing me again.
"What time?"
"I think he said eight p.m."
He kisses my ear.
"Yes, I'll go with you."
Inside, my subconscious relaxes and then collapses into her armchair, a look of sweet relief on her face. Oh, thank God.
Felix chuckles. "Were you nervous about asking me?"
"Yeah. How could you tell?"
"Your whole body just relaxed."
"Well, you just seem to be, um...on the jealous side."
"Yes, I am," he says darkly. "And you'd better remember that. But thank you for asking."
I grin. Sweet!
"Can I wash you, too?" I ask.
"I don't think so," he murmurs, and he kisses me softly on my shoulder to ease away the sting of his refusal. I pout at the wall as he caresses my back with soap.
"Are you ever going to let me touch you?" I ask boldly.
He stills again.
"Place your hands on the wall, Elizabeth," he commands quietly in my ear. "I'm going to take you again."
As he grabs my hips, I know that the discussion is over. This sure has become a Friday to remember.
Chapter 25 (Part II)
Return to The Red Room of Pain
Saturday, June 14, 2013
Kneeling by the door of the the playroom, I am naked except for my panties. My heart is pounding with excitement as I wait for Felix. Closing my eyes, I try and calm myself down and connect with my inner sub. She's in there somewhere, hiding behind my inner goddess.
This is my second time in the Red Room of Pain and my anticipation runs bubbling through my veins and my entire body. What will he do? I take a deep breath, but I can't deny that I'm excited, aroused, and already wet. This is so...I want to think wrong, but somehow it's not. It's right for Felix. This is what he wants, and after the last few days, after all he's done, I have to man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he needs.
The memory of the look on his face when I returned last night, the longing in his face, and the way he jumped over the couch to wrap me into his arms, comes back to my mind. I'd do almost anything to see that look again. I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart. How long is he going to make me wait?
Finally, the door opens and Felix walks in, ignoring me completely. I keep my head down, staring at my hands which are placed on each of my spread thighs. He places something on the large chest beside the door, then strolls over to the bed. I raise my head to get a quick look at him, and my heart goes wild. He's naked except for the those soft ripped blue jeans with the top button undone. Holy hell, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself to keep from passing out at the sight of the Swedish YouTuber, and my inner goddess is dancing and swaying her hips to some primal carnal rhythm. She is ready. I lick my lips, my blood pounding through my body, thick and heavy with salacious hunger. What is he going to do?
Turning, he walks back to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he begins to remove items, placing them on top. My curiosity burns, but I resist the overwhelming urge to sneak a quick peek. When he's finished with what he's doing, he comes and stands in front of me, giving me a view of his beautiful naked feet. Oh, how I want to just kiss each and every one of his toes.
"You look lovely," he breathes huskily.
I keep my head down, aware that he's staring at me while I'm practically naked. I feel my cheeks heating up.
"You are one beautiful woman, Elizabeth. And you are all mine," he murmurs. "Stand up." His command is soft, his accent full of sensual promise.
Shakily, I get to my feet, keeping my gaze to the floor.
"Look at me," he breathes.
Raising my head, I first see his pants, then his stomach and chest, until finally, I meet his smoldering gaze. It's his Dominant gaze. I notice the familiar silver-blue silk woven tie loosely tied around his neck and my mouth dries at the sight of him. An almost cruel smile plays out across his lips.
"We don't have a signed contract yet, Elizabeth. But we have discussed limits. And I want to go over the safewords, okay?"
Holy shit...what does he have planned that I need safewords?
"What are they?" he asks.
I frown at his question, and his gaze hardens.
"What are the safewords, Elizabeth?" he repeats.
"Yellow," I mumble.
"And?" he prompts.
"Red," I breathe.
"Remember those."
And I can't help it...I raise my eyebrows at him and am almost about to remind him of my high school and college GPA, but the sudden frosty glint in his blue eyes stops me in my tracks.
"You will not start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Callahan. Or I will fuck it with you on your knees. Am I clear?"
I swallow nervously. Holy shit, he's serious. I blink rapidly, my eyes wide. Actually, it's the tone of his voice, rather than the threat, that intimidates me.
"Well?"
"Yes, Sir," I mumble.
"Good girl." He pauses as he stares at me. "My intention is not that you should use the safeword because you're in pain. What I intend to do to you will be very intense, and you have to guide me. Understand?"
Not really. Intense? Oh my.
"This is about touch, Elizabeth. You won't be able to see or hear me, but you'll be able to feel me."
I frown. Wait, what? I won't be able to hear him? How does that work? He turns, and I hadn't noticed that above the chest is a sleek silver box. Felix touches a button and the box opens up, revealing a CD player and a host of other buttons. He presses several of the buttons in a sequence. Nothing happens, but he looks quite satisfied. I am mystified. He turns to face me again, wearing his small I-have-a-secret smile.
"I'm going to tie you to the bed, Elizabeth. But first I'm going to blindfold you and," he reveals his iPod in his hand, "all you will hear is the music I'm going to play for you."
Oh my. A musical interlude.
"Come." Taking my hand, he leads me to the four poster canopy bed. There are shackles attached at each corner, the metal chains glinting against the red satin covers.
Oh boy, I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest. Could I be any more excited?
"Stand here," he says softly. "Look at the bed. Picture yourself lying here bound and totally at my mercy. Can you do that for me?"
In my mind's eye, I see myself lying here on the bed, spread eagled, naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy as he stands above me. Oh my.
I'm lying on the bed, completely naked. My arms and legs are tied to the four posts in each corner. I can't see anything since Felix put a blindfold over my face. I can faintly hear him moving about the room, but with the ear-buds in my ears, it sounds muffled. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I wait for what he's about to do.
The music on the iPod springs to life through the ear-buds that are transmitted wirelessly to the CD player. From inside my head, an angelic voice sings a long sweet note, and then it is joined by another voice, then more voices. Holy cow, it's a celestial choir. It sounds so beautiful. I have never heard anything like it.
Something soft brushes against my neck, making me flinch slightly. It runs slowly down my throat, across my chest, and over my breasts, caressing me...pulling at my nipples. It's so soft. What is that? It feels like a fur glove.
Felix trails his hand, unhurried and deliberate, down to my belly, circling my navel, then hip to hip, and I'm trying to figure out where he's going next...but the music...it's in my head...transporting me to a far away place. The fur moves down to my pubic hair, between my legs, along my thighs, down one leg and up the other. It tickles and I giggle, even though I can't hear myself. More voices join in, the choir singing different parts, their voices blending sweetly together. The fur is still moving. Down my arms, around my waist...back up across my breasts. I feel my nipples harden beneath the soft touch. I'm panting, wondering where his hand will go next. Suddenly the fur is gone, and I can feel the ends of the flogger flowing over my skin, following the same path as the fur. It's difficult to concentrate with the music in my ears - it sounds like a hundred voices. Abruptly, the feel of the flogger disappears. Then, all of a sudden, very sharply, it bites down on my belly.
"Ahh!" I cry out. It takes me by surprise, but it doesn't hurt. It just tingles.
He hits me again. Harder.
Aaaah!"
I want to move, to writhe, or either welcome each blow to my body, but my arms and legs are stuck. I am held firmly in place. He hits me a third time, striking me across my breasts, my nipples singing with the erotic sensation. Wow. He hits me across my hip, then moves in swift blows over my pubic hair, on my thighs, and down my inner thighs, then back up my body. Felix keeps going as the music gets more intense, and then suddenly, the music stops and so does he. Then it starts again...building and building as he rains down blows on me. I moan and writhe, my whole body singing with erotic pleasure.
Once again, the music ceases and all is quiet, except for my heavy breathing...and wild yearning. For...oh...what is happening? What is he going to do now? The excitement is unbearable.
I feel the bed move and shift as I feel him clamber over me. The music starts again. It's on repeat. This time it's his nose and lips that take place of the fur...running down my neck and throat, to one breast, then the other, taunting each of my nipples. I groan loudly, I think, even though I can't hear myself. I am lost. Lost in him, lost to the music, to all sensations.
Felix moves down my belly, and the Swedish man circles his tongue around my navel. I moan. He starts to move south, kissing and sucking and nibbling as he goes. Then, his tongue is there. I throw my head back and cry out loudly as I almost orgasm. But then he stops.
Ah! No! The bed shifts again and he kneels between my legs. I feel him unhook the cuff on my ankle and I pull my leg to the middle of the bed. He frees my other leg. His hands travel quickly down both my legs, squeezing and kneading, bringing them back to life. Then, grasping my hips, he lifts me, and in one swift, slamming move, he's inside of me. Oh, fuck. I cry out again, my body arching off the bed. The quiver of my orgasm begins, and he stills. The quiver goes away. Oh no, he's going to torture me.
"Oh, please!" I wail.
He grips me harder...in warning? I don't know. I still. Very slowly, Felix starts to move again...out and then in...agonizingly slowly. Holy fuck - please! In my head, I'm screaming, pleading for him to go faster. As the number of voices increase, so does his pace. He thrusts faster and as the music reaches it's climax, I fall...free-fall...into the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Felix follows, thrusting hard into me three more times. He stills, then collapses on top of me.
As I return to planet Earth, Felix gently pulls out of me. The music has stopped, and I feel him stretch across my body as he undoes the cuffs on each of my wrists. He pulls the mask from my eyes and removes the ear-buds. I blink in the soft light, staring up into his blue eyed gaze.
"Hi there," he murmurs.
"Hi there, yourself," I breathe shyly at him. His lips quirk up into his adorable PewDiePie smile, and leaning down, he kisses me.
"Well done, baby," he whispers. "Turn over."
Holy fuck. Were not done? What's he going to do now? His eyes soften.
"I'm just going to rub your shoulders."
"Oh...okay."
I roll stiffly onto my front, my muscles protesting as I do so. Ow. I am so tired. Felix sits astride me and starts to massage my shoulders and my back. I groan loudly and incoherently into the side of my arm. He has such strong knowing fingers. He chuckles and leans down, kissing my head.
"Does that feel good?" he asks.
"Oh my God, yes," I say, grinning.
His fingers continue there magic and I groan again.
"So, what did I say to you in my sleep, Fel - er, Sir?"
His hands pause for a moment.
"You said lots of things. You talked about cages and strawberries, that you wanted more...and that you missed me. And you kept saying my YouTube name."
Oh, thank heavens for that.
"Is that all?" The relief is evident in my voice.
Felix stops his massage and shifts, so that he's lying beside me, his head propped up on one elbow. He's frowning.
"What do you think you said?"
Oh shit.
"That I thought you were ugly and hopeless in bed."
He raises an eyebrow.
"Well, naturally I am all those things, but now you have me really intrigued. What are you hiding from me, Miss Callahan?"
I blink at him innocently. "I'm not hiding anything."
"Miss Callahan, you are a hopeless liar."
"Hey, I thought you were going to make me giggle after sex; this is not working for me."
His lips quirk up. "I'm not very good at telling jokes."
"Mr. Kjellberg! You tell jokes all the time." I grin at him, and he grins back, looking so proud of himself that I can't help but start giggling like a schoolgirl.
"That is such a lovely sound," he murmurs.
He leans forward to kiss me, and turning on my side, I place my hands on his cheeks, meeting him halfway. The kiss is unhurried, tender, and sweet as our tongues meet and dance together. Felix makes a low groaning noise, and grabbing hold of me, he pulls me on top of him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him.
He sighs. "I wish I could take you again," he whispers softly. "But it's getting late and you're tired, so I'll have to take a rain check. I hope you don't mind."
I gaze down at him, giving him a small, shy smile. "I don't mind."
Sharing one last kiss, I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. I sigh in contentment, and not long after, I drift off into a deep sleep.
*Sighs* We're almost at the end. Chapter 26 is going to be the very last chapter. ;_;
*Heavy breathing intensifies*