Night Walk, pt 1 [fiction]

a story by Skylar

The darkened room became bright as electric day for a long moment, a suspended flash of lightning that told me the following thunder would be severe. I smiled, enjoying the image of Aiden's naked shoulder covered with a light sheen of sweat, burned into my retinas long after we were plunged back into darkness.

A crack echoed from the sky straight down through my bones, spilling apart and rolling through the air like an avalanche of giant boulders. The walls shook and the windows rattled.

I sat up in bed and turned to look outside, resting my chin on the windowsill to enjoy the view. Dust whipped up and blew down the sidewalk in miniature funnels, pulling grass clippings and trash along in the frenzy. A stray speck of sand, escaping the coming onslaught, flew in through the screen and stung my cheek. I brushed my face absently with the back of my hand, watching the light show in the sky put the weak glow of the streetlight to shame.

The bed shifted under me, and a moment later I felt Aiden's chin on my shoulder and his arm across my back. His skin was even hotter than the summer night.

"Hi Kitten," he whispered in my ear.

I opened my mouth to reply but was drowned out by the sudden smack of rain against the window. The drops hurled themselves through the screen and were shattered, splashing over my face and arms and creating puddles on the windowsill. A drop of sweat ran down my back.

"You're wet," Aiden said, running a finger down my spine. I shivered as his touch passed over my lower back and heat flared between my legs.

"Not wet enough," I answered, standing up on the bed. "Come on."

I leaped onto the floor and headed out of the room. I couldn't hear his footsteps, but I knew he was following me. Pulling open the back door, I stepped onto the porch and took a deep breath. The warm, soggy air smelled of freshly dampened pavement and rain; the mist splashing off the porch rails coated my thighs, and then my waist and my chest as I took another step forward. I walked down the steps and jumped into the empty street, splashing in the small rivers running down the hill. The downpour soaked my hair in seconds.

The screen door slammed and Aiden splashed down beside me. Admiring him in the dim glow of the street light on the corner, I realized neither of us had bothered to put on clothes before going out into the neighborhood. I grinned. The likelihood of anyone seeing us this deep in the night was so small, it didn't matter.

"Street swimming?" he asked, grinning back at me and raising his eyebrows.

"Hm," I said, pretending to consider it seriously. "It's a little...shallow, don't you think?"

"I think we can go plenty deep," he said, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand and kissing me hard. The rain sheeted down our faces as I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss. Our tongues played games, and the feel of his lips started to melt my insides. I ran my hands up his back and over his shoulders. He pressed himself closer to me, and his cock brushed my thighs as he started to get hard.

A sudden splash in the street grabbed my attention, and light washed over us as a car turned the corner.

"Shit!" I said, diving for the side of the road. I jumped over the neighbor's split-rail fence as the car got closer, and saw Aiden do the same out of the corner of my eye. We paused on the grass, waiting for the car to go by, but it pulled even with us and stopped, and a surprised face peered through the driver's window. Aiden and I looked at each other, laughed, and took off running.

We headed through the neighbor's yard, around the house, and over the fence on the other side into the street the car had come from. I crossed the road and cut through the corner of the mechanic's parking lot, Aiden following me now, and sprinted down a side street. Into and out of the yellow circle cast by another street lamp, I plunged into the dark. The scraps of light that usually shone down the street were masked by the rain, and I slowed to a jog.

Avoiding street lamps and some driveways that I knew had automatic floodlights brought us to a deserted back street that climbed a hill. The few driveways that led off it were too long for the houses to be visible. The only exception was the house on the corner, with a driveway that opened onto both streets, separating the house from a fenced-in section of yard. The area beyond the fence was dark, and a steady hum emanated from somewhere inside, barely audible over the splashing of the rain. It sounded familiar, and I had an idea.

"That sounds like fun," suggested Aiden, reading my mind.

"Gate?" I wondered out loud, feeling along the fence. I turned a corner and splashed up the driveway, running my hand along the boards as I went. Several yards on, part of the fence shifted under my touch, and a tell-tale rattle showed me the way. We stepped through the gate and I latched it behind us.

A dim light shone through some bushes, and I picked my way toward it, unsure what might be under my feet between here and there. The answer was alternately grass and some kind of concrete pavers. Aiden made his way ahead of me, more confident that he could handle whatever he might step on in the dark.

The pool showed over the tops of the knee-high bushes before we reached them. Aiden stepped over onto the surround, and a moment later I followed. The water was lit with a beautiful glow that would've disappeared in the dimmest dawn, but that was just shy of blinding in the pitch black of night. The water's surface was broken into a million tiny shards by the rain, and the blue speckled tiles below gave the whole thing an otherworldly sheen.

I wanted to jump in, but feared the splash would draw attention, so I sat on the edge and dipped my feet, then lowered myself down on my palms. The mud I had picked up in the yard swirled away from my feet like ink drops. I tried not to squeal as the cold edge of the water climbed my thighs, my stomach, and my chest. As I let go and sank all the way under, Aiden dove in beside me, somehow managing to get under the surface with barely a splash. The noise of the rain disappeared down here, erased by the steady roar of water pressing on my ears. Forcing my eyes open, I watched him sail through the water, weightless in a cloud of light, then turn sharply and come toward me.

I let out my breath and bobbed to the surface. I felt his hands brush my thighs, then his chest, and he slid himself up my body and popped out of the water. The world was one giant splash for a moment as my ears tuned in. I grabbed the lip of the pool behind me and pushed myself up on my palms. He grinned, shook his head like a dog, and put his hands on the pool deck on either side of my hips.

"I've never seen you so happy to be underwater," he said, pressing himself against me and pinning my hips to the wall with his.

"It's a great night to be wet," I said, returning his grin. I slid down, put my elbows on the rim, and wrapped my legs around his hips. Hooking my ankles together behind his ass, I held him tightly, pressing my pussy against him. I felt his cock start to get hard again, and his eyes narrowed as his smile took on a twisted flavor. I shivered, wondering what terrible plan he was concocting for me.

He pushed off toward the center of the pool, and my elbows slipped off the ledge. I had just enough time to draw a quick breath before I sank. I'd never been good at floating, but upon realizing I was sinking faster than normal, I looked down and realized Aiden had pushed himself under and was dragging me down with him. I unwrapped my legs and started to swim upward, but he grabbed my ankles and stopped me short, my hands reaching the air but my face still several inches from the surface.

He let go of one ankle and put his hand on my knee, then his other hand on my thigh, dragging me back down to the bottom. I stopped fighting and let myself sink, landing lightly on my knees. His smile was approving, and he put a hand on my chest and pushed me back against the wall, straddling my lap and kneeling on the floor so I couldn't get up.

I didn't like being that far under, and a feeling of panic welled up as I realized he had me trapped. I started to struggle, but he leaned forward and put his lips on mine, grabbing a handful of my hair and holding my head against the wall. Momentarily distracted, I kissed him back, my flailing hands slowing their chase and coming to a quiet inertia in the weightless void. I tasted chlorine and tried not to swallow it. Eventually my body demanded air, and I went to tap him on the shoulder, but he was already releasing me. We popped to the surface, gasping in the rain.

I hadn't taken more than a breath when he grabbed me by the throat and shoved me to the edge, pinning the back of my neck against the concrete rim. His fingers pressed insistently on either side of my throat, and I focused on his face as the rest of the world turned momentarily liquid and then began to go dim. The sadistic gleam in his eyes told me I was in a world of trouble. There was no place I'd rather be, really...in this beautiful, forbidden place, drenched by the pouring rain...calm below the surface...completely owned, lost deep in those beautiful brown eyes...

[to be continued]

Getting Wet

Underwater play is one of those ideas that initially occurred to me in the form, "Ha, that would be a stupid thing to do!" It waited 'til I wasn't looking anymore and then sneakily morphed from stupid to fascinating. Sometimes I don't understand how my own mind works.

When I was very little, I nearly drowned twice, once in a swimming pool and once under an inflatable boat in the ocean. Upon becoming a slightly bigger little kid, I took basic swimming lessons, and I did okay. I didn't like putting my face in the water but eventually got over it and learned to love swimming fully underwater. I learned to snorkel in the Cayman islands around the age of 10 or 12 and fell in love; I spent hours drifting in the ocean, admiring the reefs and the fish, discovering a beautiful wonderland.

Around 14 or so, I suddenly developed a fear of swimming pools. I was swimming at my neighbor's, and upon opening my eyes underwater, the sight of the distorted floor and walls and the lights and the drains looking back at me was suddenly the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. I exited with haste and never looked at pools the same way again. I'll still get in them, but they freak me the hell out. I've never really understood what happened that day.

During a class trip to Mexico around my 18th birthday, I nearly drowned again. We were swimming in the Gulf, and I stumbled off an underwater cliff, got pulled under a wave by the riptide, and sucked in a lungful of ocean. Flailing and choking, I had the presence of mind to wait for a dip between waves and scream for help before going under again. A classmate heard me, grabbed me, and swam me to shore, where I puked on my teacher's feet and then sat shivering in the hot sun for a while, processing what had just happened.

I will still get into water, but I avoid the ocean, and I usually don't put my head in. Recently, however, I've been on a roll of facing down my fears, and I decided to add this one to the list. I'm doing damn well conquering my fear of heights (which also cropped up mysteriously in my early teens), and water is my new project.

Aiden, Shelby, their friend Carrie, little Aiden, and I went to Shelby's grandparents' yesterday and spent a lovely hot afternoon in their pool. I began with a jump off the diving board and then started trying to do handstands in the shallow end. I used to be able to do them, but I couldn't seem to figure it out. Every time I put my head under, I lasted about five seconds before popping up again, fighting back panic.

Carrie pointed out there were swim goggles in the poolhouse, and I went and grabbed a pair. Not having to constantly wipe the chlorine out of my eyes would certainly help. With shiny new purple fish eyes, I left the handstands for later and started doing bobs to reaccustom myself to putting my head under the water repeatedly.

I noticed Aiden watching me intently and gave him a quizzical look.

"I've never seen you have such an intense panic response," he said. "It's really interesting."

"Have I mentioned that I don't like water?"

"Of course. It makes me think twice about playing with you in this environment."

"Well, not right away," I agreed. "I'm working on it on my own right now. But I'll get there."

By the end of the afternoon, I could go from edge to edge completely underwater. I couldn't quite make end-to-end yet, but I'll get there. I really like that particular pool because it has no floor drain, making the underwater view more scenic than threatening.

I spent the last half hour or so sharing Aiden's inner tube, cuddled up on his back with my chin on his shoulder, while the three of them discussed the merits of carnivals and theme parks. Eventually the girls got out, and Aiden turned to face me. We were still squeezed together in the inner tube, so I picked up my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Look what you did," he said, after a few minutes of kissing and petting. I didn't need to look; I could feel him.

I grinned. "I'd say sorry...but I'd be lying."

Going Under

It was the end of May, heading into a weekend away at a fire spinners' retreat, that Aiden lead me into a great personal triumph. The three of us went skating and then got dinner at the bar near their house. I had a couple of drinks and started doing cartwheels down the street as we walked home. I nearly missed the house, and when Aiden yelled for me to stop, I was so dizzy I couldn't walk a straight line. My valiant attempts to avoid the tree in the front yard resulted in me walking straight into it, and Aiden grabbed me and guided me up the ramp into the house.

Once in the kitchen, he bent me over the table and started spanking me. Shelby gave us an "oh my" and then disappeared upstairs. Aiden pulled me upright, then shoved my back against the fridge and kissed me hard.

The next thing I knew, there was a roaring in my ears and I felt like I was returning to consciousness. I didn't think I had that much to drink. Oops. I don't even remember what he was just doing to me. Now I feel like an asshole. I looked around for a moment and finally said, "I don't know what just happened..."

"I'll tell you exactly what happened," said Aiden, grinning ear to ear. "You hit subspace."

I just stared at him in disbelief and finally said, "I love you."

He explained to Shelby a few minutes later that my dive seemed to be triggered by his choking me, causing me to grey out a little bit and go under. As soon as he said it, I remembered his hand on my throat, but I wouldn't have come up with that memory on my own. I never did remember anything between the choke and the waking up. I don't think much time passed, but honestly, it could've been hours and I wouldn't have known the difference.

I was so high for the rest of the night. Knowing that I can hit subspace is thrilling and I'm looking forward to playing a lot more there.

Helpless

I was tired on Friday night, the lazy kind of tired that just melted me into the mattress and made me part of the furniture. Aiden dealt with it perfectly - he got out the rope and tied me up, my forearms together behind my back and my left leg so that my heel touched my ass. He left my right leg free, but I wouldn't say I was in danger of actually getting away. Then he rolled me onto my back, spread my legs, and started eating me.

My shoulders weren't thrilled with the new requirement, and I had to hold my spine off my wrists to relieve the strain on the bones of my right arm, but I'm not complaining...not at all. I'm reasonably adept at slithering out of various forms of physical entrapment, but I didn't stand a chance against his shibari. Struggling against the ropes, knowing I couldn't get out, reveling in the feeling of being completely under Sir's control and at his mercy...that no matter how hard I fought him, I would lose before I began...

I'm getting wet again just thinking about it. I love when something works that well the first time. I can't wait for more.

Fight, Flight, or Fun

We were spending a lazy afternoon on the couch after a beautiful day of tubing on the river. Shelby was in the kitchen mixing drinks, and Aiden had taken a moment to pull me into a long, slow kiss. Suddenly I felt his hand brush my forehead and then he pinched my nose shut, sealing off my mouth with his and drawing the breath out of me.

It's going to be okay, I told myself, trying not to fight him. I shifted my position so I was lying straighter. This is not worthy of panic. You know he won't kill you.

I held on, focusing on his tongue to keep my body from reacting instinctively, and a moment later he let go.

"It's amazing how much more strongly you react to that than you do to me choking you," he said with a grin. "I can feel your fight-or-flight response."

Even reminiscing now, more than twelve hours later, I feel the need to go take a few deep breaths.

Waking [fiction]

a story by Skylar

The fog was warm, and dark. There was no sound, no light, no sense of my surroundings. The thick air flowed over my skin, caressing me, keeping me suspended in what might have been sleep. Was I asleep? I wasn’t sure, and it didn’t much matter. I took a slow breath, enjoying the comforting nothing holding onto me.

Suddenly a point on my upper back lit into a burning sensation, then started to drip downward. I gasped and my eyes flew open. There was nothing but blackness in front of me, a mystery beyond a wall of light that grew from a circle of candles at my feet. They were without holders, supported on the concrete floor by large puddles of their own wax.

I tried to put a hand on my back, where the burning was continuing on a slow, excruciating path down the right side of my spine, but my hand wouldn’t obey me. Neither would the other hand, and when I tried to bend forward, the floor refused to come any closer. I could turn my head just far enough to see my arms outstretched to my sides, thick black stripes around my wrists and upper arms. Whatever I was fastened to was hidden by the shadow of my own body.

The drop of fire on my back took a detour to my ribs, stopped momentarily, then began again in a different direction. With a great effort I managed to curve my spine and shift to the side a little bit.

“Don’t move.” The voice was right in my ear, and I started.

“What -” I said, and was immediately cut off by a hand over my mouth. “Mmf. Hm!”

“Shhh.” His hand gripped tighter, pressing my lips into my teeth. “If you move, I can’t finish my work.”

I looked sideways, but couldn’t turn my head far enough to see him. “Hm.”

“Are you going to be a good girl and hold still?”

I nodded.

“Good.” His hand came off my mouth, and I took a deep breath as the fiery point made itself known on my left shoulder blade. It traveled at a leisurely pace across my upper back, made a turn on my right shoulder blade, crossed my spine on a downward angle, and slithered down to the center of my sacrum, where it faded away. The trail it left glowed hot in my skin. Soothing warmth spread downward from the searing lines, and I enjoyed it for a moment before it was overpowered by a new journey starting at my neck.

I tried to make sense of the patterns forming on my back, but couldn’t construct an image I recognized. Lost in following the trails, alternately wincing as the lines formed and then reveling in the warming glow they left, it took me several moments to realize it had stopped.

Peeling my eyes open again, I drew in a sharp breath when I found his face a centimeter from mine. I don’t know how I hadn’t felt him breathing on my lips.

He smirked as I drew his face into focus, and his eyes narrowed into an expression that spoke of dark ideas. A shiver went down my spine and between my legs.

His lips parted, and I opened my mouth to return the kiss, but my tongue was met with metal. The warm, smooth surface was topped with a razor-sharp edge. He drew the blade slowly between our tongues, and the metallic taste mingled with that of my own blood. My heartbeat quickened; I could feel his tongue over the edge of the knife, but didn’t dare move any closer.

After a long moment the edge shifted, and then the tip drew away, leaving only an impression of itself. The blade gone, our tongues melted together, and I tasted sweat alongside the blood. Then he stepped away and disappeared.

“Aiden?” I whispered. One of the candles guttered and went out, and I realized it wasn’t the first. The darkness flowed over me again, and I sank into the fog.

What's Beyond Ouch

We were eating dinner on Friday night when we heard...thunder? Gunfire? Fireworks. The three of us took a walk outside to see what we could see, and found traffic piling up on the bridge over the dam where other people had found a good view. They were at least a town away, but possibly even more beautiful at that distance with the water framing the explosions from the bottom.

When the show was over, we walked back, and Shelby tried to pull off my panties from under my dress while I was walking. They got twisted up but didn't come off, and as I was trying to fix them so I could walk correctly, Aiden grabbed a handful and finished the job. I was talking non-stop about something - possibly the removal of my lacy underthings - and he wadded them up and stuffed them in my mouth. He left two fingers inside the wad of black silky fabric, using them to lead me like a bit. Shelby wondered aloud if the occupants of any passing cars might call the cops, as Aiden was holding my head at an odd angle that turned my walking stride into a following-along stumble. I tried to say that I was laughing too hard to cause anyone legitimate concern, but it came out, "Mmm hmmm mff!"

As soon as the front door closed behind us, Aiden shoved me into the dining alcove, placing my hands flat on the table and my head in between them. He pulled up my dress and proceeded to spank me, a couple of times lightly and then harder. His hand made a thorough journey over both of my cheeks and my thighs, hard enough that I stood up, protesting the pain.

"Excuse you!" he said indignantly, pausing to stare at me, and I put my elbows and face back on the table, awaiting my punishment. It would be worse now than if I had just stayed where I was. I tried to relax, knowing it would hurt more if I tensed up. Shelby, sitting in a chair to my right, reached under my chest and started pinching my nipples.

"You're being mean," she said to him as he worked low on my thighs, and I squeaked and scooted the table across the floor.

"I don't think she minds," he said.

"Oh, I didn't say to stop. I just said you're mean."

After he again worked over my thighs and ass, Aiden stopped for a moment and walked away. I heard the drawer of the freezer open in the kitchen. I think Shelby asked if I was ready for ice, and I tried to say I didn't have much of a choice, but I still couldn't talk. She reached over and pulled out my gag, and Aiden returned a moment later and iced me down, freezing the heat off my skin until cold water ran down my legs. I lost track of the ice cube when it touched my lips; he may have put it inside me, but I'm not sure. He definitely put his fingers in.

I moaned. The finger-fucking was a beautiful relief from the spanking, at least for a moment, until he added a fourth finger and then his thumb. I knew what I was in for when he said to Shelby, "She's fighting with the knuckles on my hand." I tried to relax, but I'm not sure how successful the effort was.

He grabbed my hip, or maybe it was my shoulder, and pulled me around. "Flip over." I felt like I'd been glued to the table; turning myself face-up was a struggle, made harder by Aiden's hand still inside me. "Up on the table."

My memory at this point becomes a bit blurry. There was the sound of the table objecting to unusually violent use. Me reaching over my head and putting my hands on the window. Shelby joking that he was going to put me through said window. Fighting the sensation that I was going to throw up by reminding myself that the violation in progress had nothing to do with my stomach no matter how it might feel. And lots and lots of pain.

I felt tears coming on, and I accepted it, but never quite made it to actually crying. I couldn't stop gasping long enough. At some point it occurred to me that I should have the safe word handy, but I couldn't think of what it was. I let it go and then circled back around to it. What the hell was it again? A sensation floated into my head that described a set of three, and after letting it sit for another moment, I remembered we have a three-part safe word: red light, yellow light, green light. Red was the one I was looking for, but I didn't use it, just let it float nearby in case I needed the life raft.

I have no idea how much time went by while Aiden worked me with his fist. I wanted it to be over, but not enough to actually end it. "I think I need to say 'yellow light' for her," Shelby said eventually, and everything stopped. I took a deep, shaky breath, hanging in the sudden void. The rest of the sensation in my body reappeared slowly, and I floated up to the sound of Aiden's voice.

"You did so well," he said, sounding like he was on the verge of giggles. "I didn't know I could do that to you!"

I wanted to ask what his new discovery was, but didn't have the words.

"Sit up," he told me.

"Why..."

"Come on. Come here, into my arms."

Shelby helped me upright, nuzzling her head into my side and putting her arm around my back. Aiden leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His smile was beautiful.

I was shaking and just trying to breathe, and realized that at some point I must have cried because my face was wet. I held onto both of their hugs like I was rediscovering life.

Eventually the promise of bed lured me off the table, and Shelby grinned at me when I walked into the circle of lamplight in the kitchen.

"You have the best battered-woman cry-eyes right now," she said, and I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture for my own inspection. I did indeed have huge black circles under my eyes.

"You have no idea," Aiden said to me the next day, "How much I loved those overwhelmed tears streaming down your face."

I had to agree; there's no reason I'd rather cry.