Rebecca’s Point of View
From the moment I heard Henry’s voice outside the club I knew I was safe. I clung to him like a child, the fear I faced just moments earlier shook me to the core. At first I was taken back by the ferocity Henry held me with, but I relished the familiar feeling from the day prior of safety to completely break down. I left his arms and lap only a few times, each time making me long for his warmth again. It was comfort and security… he read my body like no one had ever done before… the power and force that he had shown followed by tender attentiveness, it was so foreign to yet I wanted more of it. After we settled into his bungalow, he asked me about the events of the night. I didn’t tell him that I was looking for a 1 night stand, but I had been pretty factual. He let me know he’d been sent a video of me dancing on the pole… I couldn’t help but noticing his massive bulge hat was straining near my ass. I arched my back rubbing his swollen cock up and down my ass. He threw his head backwards and let out a moan, instantly I felt my core throb and my arousal start to drip. But his next words cut through me, like a winter gust… “You’re not ready for this Rebecca”, he hadn’t finished talking and I was already removing myself from his arms. I stood up, feeling the rejection so deeply; badgering myself for believing someone who looked like Henry would want someone as average as me. “I’m not ready for this or I’m not fu€kable?” I said with daggers and a coldness. “Either way it doesn’t matter, don’t worry I’ll tell Lena how much you helped me.” I scoffed. “And for the record, I’m over everyone thinking they know what’s best for me, all I want is to feel desirable; what’s wrong with that?!” I turned to leave and walked towards the door when Henry grabbed my hand and spun me around, grabbing my waist with his other hand and pulling me in close. He looked in my eyes and continued to walk me backwards to the door. My breath hitched as he searched my eyes for something… “Wha… what are you doing?” I asked Henry, my words coming out breathy. “You’re wrong” his voice flowed in a husky tone dripping with lust. “Rebecca I don’t want to fu€k you, I want to worship every inch of your body. Starting with this..” He let go of my arm and cradled the side of my face before capturing my lips in a slow, soft, and gentle kiss… his hands moving to the nape of my neck, fingers lightly pulling my hair… I try to mirror what he’s doing because I’ve never been kissed like this. I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. As he broke the kiss I was left breathless, panting for air, and craving more. “If you stay, it’s my rules baby girl. Do you understand?” He said with lustful dominance. His kiss and words had me dripping and wanting more, but I was nervous of his size… my thought made me blush, I broke eye contact to look down. Realizing that I was now staring at his bulging manhood, I quickly look back up at him staring at me with a smirk and eyes that made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I shook my head yes, trying not to seem to eager… “Words baby girl, I want to hear your beautiful voice as I show you how you deserve to me worshipped.” His voice demanding my response, yet making me want more. “yes”… before I could finish pronouncing the s, Henry picked me up bridal style and carried me to his bed. We stared into each other’s eyes, no words needed to be spoke in that moment as I allowed myself to be in the moment. I know I’d just sworn myself to celibacy if I made it out earlier… but I deserved to feel this way just once. He put me down in front of his bed, he released the hooks from my corseted gown overcoat. Each hook making my breast spill over, as he released the last hook he pushed my coat to the floor. The release of the weight and binding made me moan and sigh in relief and pleasure. He stepped back looking me over from head to toe while squeezing himself over his slacks. “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?”Henry’s Point of view: God she looked gorgeous standing in front of me in a red lace with black trim bralette that her voluptuous breast we’re trying to escape. With a black patient leather miniskirt that hugged her body. Hearing her moan while sighing with relief from the release from the pleasure and pain of binding her waistline, had me wondering if this seemingly innocent woman had a naughty side to her.… no matter how hard I squeeze my throbbing dick, I find no relief… how does she do it… “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?” A smirk on my face, because as I suspected my question would make her blush. She bit her lip while she rubbed her thighs together, I watched as her arousal started to coat the inside of her thighs. “Do… do you think that’s weird?” She asked timidly. I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and sli
Henry’s Point of View: “May I kiss him?” Those 4 words had undone me like I never expected; from the gentle kisses she placed on the head of my cock, to her running her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head only to have her take me deep in her throat. I was unprepared for the mind blowing blow job that only fueled my desire for her more. I broke our passionate kiss… “My rules baby girl” my voice dripping with desire and lust as I rubbed her clit. With her leg draped over my thigh I had open access to her dripping pussy. Her moaning was the fuel I needed, lifting my hand from her clit earned me a whimper. Slap! My hand came down on her needy pussy, earning me the amazing reward of her “ahhh, mmmmhhhmm” as I suspected she had a kinky side. “Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine.” My domination coming through. I rubbed the slap making her moan more before slapping her sensitive pussy again. “I told you I’d punish you for breaking the rules…” my voice trailed off a
“You want me to make it ok for you to leave me?!” She sobbed, “Have you even thought about how the kids are going to take this?” “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.” His words pierced her heart and shattered it into a million pieces. He was leaving her because she had taken a position in Boston as an administrator for a Fortune 500 company, one that had afforded them moving out of poverty and into a comfortable life. Sure she had put on weight over the past 20 yrs, 2 kids and the stress of life had added 30lbs to her waist. “Ho
Dinner with the family was interesting to say the least; Damien had meant to surprise the family and brought his girlfriend, Veronica, for Friday dinner. They had started to get serious and well let’s just say if after an explosive family dinner she didn’t run for the hills then she could be the one. Rebecca sat on her porch with a margarita wallowing in the events of the night. She wanted to text her best friend, but after several failed IVF the last was successful and they were on baby watch and this was her time to enjoy the calm before motherhood. Rebecca broke down sobbing as quietly as she could so her 2 teens wouldn’t hear her. After her first failed marriage she had vowed to herself she would never remarry, sure her 1st marriage was short. She’d gotten married at only 20 years old, her ex was much older and had groomed her for 2 years. The only reason they’d gotten married was because she was pregnant with Damien, which had propelled Rebecca into adulthood. Her 1st husband h
**Rebecca’s Point of view*** Some how it was Monday morning; after spending my days being Jess and Mike’s therapist and safe place. And my nights drinking copious amounts of tequila while taking long showers to hide my uncontrollable anger and sorrow. I look horrible, my head was pounding and I was dehydrated. “God I’m glad I planned ahead” I though to myself as I grabbed the electrolyte water and Tylenol I had put beside my bed. Damien and Veronica had stopped by both days, they’ve been my support. Damien being my first born and my only true protector in life. He and I were a team, when he was just a toddler he had stood between his father and I. “Don’t you hit my Mommy!” His little voice screamed as his body shook with the force he was projecting. As my memories are flooding my brain my eyes are starting to swell and my breathing is ragged, I’m doing my best to not cry aloud. It was during this time that Sam became my best friend, when I first filed for divorce he made sure I a
I spent the first 2 days on the island drinking, smoking the island grown ganja, ugly crying, and when I reach exhaustion sleeping for 10 hrs. Something I hand done in years because I need to keep everything perfect for Sam so he’d love me. I’d called all 3 of my kids this morning, Damien reassured we that everything was fine. Turns out he had contacted Lena this past weekend and Lena had arranged for me to attend a retreat of the coast of Croatia that was geared towards helping executives decompress from the stress of high demand jobs. An executive I was not and I love my job so I don’t find it stressful, but I wasn’t going to complain and knew I was in much need of intense therapy. I was moving past the sadness and grief and was spiraling into anger. I needed to let it out and at the suggestion of the staff I went to a kick boxing lesson with one of the staff coaches. I walked into the gym to find several young men, maybe in their 30’s working with a few other retreat guests.
***Henry’s point of view*** My cousin Lena and I were gearing up for a launch of our new executive retreat for c-suite executives in Croatia; she was good friends with the founder and CEO of the Fortune 500 company that she worked for and they had put up a substantial stake of start up costs as a silent partner in my new company. I wasn’t new to business, but after a mess divorce I had sold my company to prevent my ex wife and her new toy from having any shares. This was a clean break, she’d received a buyout and what I had spent 30 years building into a national brand was no longer mine. I’d come up with the idea for the retreat during my own post divorce spiral, I’d taken my part of the proceeds traveling the world and had found peace in Croatia. Beth and I didn’t have kids because she didn’t want them even though I did. But I loved her and agreed to live the childless life she so desired. So disappearing from the corporate world for the last 5 years had been a major transforma
***Rebecca’s Point of View*** My ears are ringing as I hear the words coming from Sam… “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.” My chest is heavy, the ringing in my ears is so loud. I start to wake and realize it’s a dream, well really my nightmare. As I wake more I realize the ringing is my villa phone, let it ring. I’m in no mood after my session in the gym… the memories flood in of the gym, of shamelessly ogling Henry and the embarrassment that followed… The way he commanded me was what I had always wanted Sam to do to me… t
Henry’s Point of View: “May I kiss him?” Those 4 words had undone me like I never expected; from the gentle kisses she placed on the head of my cock, to her running her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head only to have her take me deep in her throat. I was unprepared for the mind blowing blow job that only fueled my desire for her more. I broke our passionate kiss… “My rules baby girl” my voice dripping with desire and lust as I rubbed her clit. With her leg draped over my thigh I had open access to her dripping pussy. Her moaning was the fuel I needed, lifting my hand from her clit earned me a whimper. Slap! My hand came down on her needy pussy, earning me the amazing reward of her “ahhh, mmmmhhhmm” as I suspected she had a kinky side. “Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine.” My domination coming through. I rubbed the slap making her moan more before slapping her sensitive pussy again. “I told you I’d punish you for breaking the rules…” my voice trailed off a
Henry’s Point of view: God she looked gorgeous standing in front of me in a red lace with black trim bralette that her voluptuous breast we’re trying to escape. With a black patient leather miniskirt that hugged her body. Hearing her moan while sighing with relief from the release from the pleasure and pain of binding her waistline, had me wondering if this seemingly innocent woman had a naughty side to her.… no matter how hard I squeeze my throbbing dick, I find no relief… how does she do it… “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?” A smirk on my face, because as I suspected my question would make her blush. She bit her lip while she rubbed her thighs together, I watched as her arousal started to coat the inside of her thighs. “Do… do you think that’s weird?” She asked timidly. I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and sli
Rebecca’s Point of View From the moment I heard Henry’s voice outside the club I knew I was safe. I clung to him like a child, the fear I faced just moments earlier shook me to the core. At first I was taken back by the ferocity Henry held me with, but I relished the familiar feeling from the day prior of safety to completely break down. I left his arms and lap only a few times, each time making me long for his warmth again. It was comfort and security… he read my body like no one had ever done before… the power and force that he had shown followed by tender attentiveness, it was so foreign to yet I wanted more of it. After we settled into his bungalow, he asked me about the events of the night. I didn’t tell him that I was looking for a 1 night stand, but I had been pretty factual. He let me know he’d been sent a video of me dancing on the pole… I couldn’t help but noticing his massive bulge hat was straining near my ass. I arched my back rubbing his swollen cock up and down my a
“What’s the rush sweetheart?” A husky voice snaps my head up… it’s him. The man who owned the eyes… my emotions are all over the place, fear… embarrassment… and sadness. His arms had wrapped around my waist when I ran into him, he moved his arms up to hold me tight. “Shhh you’re safe, I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered in my ear as he held me tight, preventing me from pushing away from him. I know I had wanted him earlier, but after everything that just happened all I wanted was to be back home with my babies. I need to be smart, I had been reckless over the past few hours for selfish reasons… all because I wanted to feel desired. ———————————————————————————— Henry’s Point of View Luka had arranged for one of the strippers from his club to meet, he had a few girls on staff that were part of his VIP services. All the woman had regular health screenings as well as the men to ensure everyone’s healthy and wellbeing. Both parties checked before the scheduled time, so fo
Henry’s Point of View The car ride to the ferry was consumed by silence, however it wasn’t awkward, it was… an easy silence. Once on the ferry, Rebecca and I left the car and headed to the lounge. It was there over what I now know is her favorite drink, a margarita, that we start to talk. I let her know I was a divorce coach and doing some work at the resort. I let her know that Lena had hired me to be her personal coach, which was met with mixed facial emotions. She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no. “Unfortunately, I do”
Beck’s point of view J and his team were miracle workers, in the few hours they had I was pampered with a deep conditioning of my naturally curly hair, mani/pedi, a facial, and J with those magic hands of there’s cut my hair to encourage my natural curl pattern. They showed me how to style my hair like I had always dreamed. And taught me how to apply a whole new makeup routine to accentuate the features I loved most about my face, my eyes. I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!” It was almost time for the car to pick me up, I stood in front
***Rebecca’s Point of View*** My ears are ringing as I hear the words coming from Sam… “Look Rebecca, this was all your dream. I never wanted to move to the city, I was content in the suburbs close to my family. Sure I told you to go for the job, but I honestly didn’t have any faith you’d land the job. So here we are 17 months later and our lease is up so I’m out. Don’t act all surprised, I don’t come home for you it’s been for the kids. And they’re teens now so they’ll understand. But I can’t stay with a woman I don’t love, am repulsed to touch, and is the cause of my misery.” My chest is heavy, the ringing in my ears is so loud. I start to wake and realize it’s a dream, well really my nightmare. As I wake more I realize the ringing is my villa phone, let it ring. I’m in no mood after my session in the gym… the memories flood in of the gym, of shamelessly ogling Henry and the embarrassment that followed… The way he commanded me was what I had always wanted Sam to do to me… t
***Henry’s point of view*** My cousin Lena and I were gearing up for a launch of our new executive retreat for c-suite executives in Croatia; she was good friends with the founder and CEO of the Fortune 500 company that she worked for and they had put up a substantial stake of start up costs as a silent partner in my new company. I wasn’t new to business, but after a mess divorce I had sold my company to prevent my ex wife and her new toy from having any shares. This was a clean break, she’d received a buyout and what I had spent 30 years building into a national brand was no longer mine. I’d come up with the idea for the retreat during my own post divorce spiral, I’d taken my part of the proceeds traveling the world and had found peace in Croatia. Beth and I didn’t have kids because she didn’t want them even though I did. But I loved her and agreed to live the childless life she so desired. So disappearing from the corporate world for the last 5 years had been a major transforma
I spent the first 2 days on the island drinking, smoking the island grown ganja, ugly crying, and when I reach exhaustion sleeping for 10 hrs. Something I hand done in years because I need to keep everything perfect for Sam so he’d love me. I’d called all 3 of my kids this morning, Damien reassured we that everything was fine. Turns out he had contacted Lena this past weekend and Lena had arranged for me to attend a retreat of the coast of Croatia that was geared towards helping executives decompress from the stress of high demand jobs. An executive I was not and I love my job so I don’t find it stressful, but I wasn’t going to complain and knew I was in much need of intense therapy. I was moving past the sadness and grief and was spiraling into anger. I needed to let it out and at the suggestion of the staff I went to a kick boxing lesson with one of the staff coaches. I walked into the gym to find several young men, maybe in their 30’s working with a few other retreat guests.