I Was Not Disappointed

Sitting here at this restaurant is both my favorite place to be, and my worst nightmare. The atmosphere is alright, classy and operated by an upbeat staff and management team. While I sit, I know on several occasions throughout the week he is going to walk in. He will be meeting with clients, friends, and even one of the women who have appreciated his looks the way I do. That body that sets mine on fire, that smile that is so damn contagious I would stare at him patiently waiting for it to emerge, looking an absolute obsessive fool just to see its purity. Yet, when he walks by so does my broken heart and rekindled pain. 

I knew better. I knew in the morning it was going to hurt. I knew that two people open, and free, sharing and blissfully calm was a recipe for disaster. I knew from the pleasure there was going to be absolute pain. I was not disappointed. 

Playing together and pushing aside all care, even the ugly truths were stunningly beautiful. How could two hearts bared completely open yield anything but ravishing art? We painted, the both of us, on one canvas the picture of beauty. I was not disappointed.

In his arms I knew I would never feel this again. I knew it while it happened. As he drifted into the sweetest and most peaceful sleep my mind did not want to let go of a moment I knew I would never get back again. It felt perfect. As my heart fell, letting go, and finally trusting to be free, his stayed frozen in time and pain. He waits there still as I plunge into a dark, dismal abyss forever reaching for that light he gave me. I knew this would hurt. I was NOT disappointed. 

- Shy Willow

Rum... pt 3

Yes that's right, a third installment of "Rum" by request. Shall we see how James and Rum fair now that Rum is aware of James possessiveness? Will she submit to her own desire, has she found her glitter in the mud, is James just taking advantage of a pretty face?


"I didn't see that coming, that's for sure." Rum's pleasure was apparent on her face. 

"I want to hear you say it," James still holding her hair spoke with calm confidence. Rum's face spoke her confusion, "I want to hear you say that you understand that you are mine" Jame's tone not wavering.

"I'm yours, Sir."

"Hmmm. I need more than that" James' expression lit fire to Rum's delicate black silk panties.

"I'm yours Sir, until you no longer wish to have me" her tone was certainly different than she used in the bar.

"I don't share, I am jealous, I am possessive, you're not allowed to be touched, do you understand that?" Jame's question was much less asking and much more demanding and Rum loved every bit of it.

"I understand, no one else's." With that James spun her around and pressed her against a nearby wall. Spreading her legs with a knee and pinning her wrists to the wall at the same time, Rum could feel James' want press into her ass. Sliding her hands up the wall and over her head James whispered in her ear, "Good now I'm claiming whats mine."

.... 

Massaging and kneading my cheek he spoke in my ear, "You're mine Rum." I'd just gotten used to the rhythm of his hand when he suddenly slapped my ass, hard. The shock woke something up inside of me I had not felt in quite a long time. Desire started to pool in my core and I bit my bottom lip in utter need trying to focus through the sting, and at the same time relax and let go. A second, third, fourth, then fifth sting landed all lighting up my body sending me into an orbit that is hard to control.  

While I was still working my way through his touch he stripped my body of my clothing, everything but my black heels. Spinning me around he used his thumb to slide my lip from my teeth. "Knees Rum". I slid to my knees and look up at a beautiful specimen of a man towering over me and felt another gush in my hot folds. I grinned and stuck my tongue out waiting....

Gagging on his huge cock only made matters worse. His growl of pleasure turned on my fire. Before I knew it he had me on the floor my body pinned and my legs spread by his thick, strong body. How he knew exactly what all of my weakness are is truly beyond me. 

"Mmmm I knew you'd like that" James words came out as pure sex as his fingers discovered my very wet slit. "I knew you were naughty."  I moan to his expert touch unable to develop any other response. "Your mouth is so good Rum, but I am claiming all of you tonight" James continued to bring me to the edge of the cliff. As quietly as I could I writhed with his touch, holding back, then finally jumping off when he said, "cum for me Rum, now." Before my skydive had ended James had rammed hard into my girl. Pounding me relentlessly I was ready seconds after I landed. 

"James" his name came from my lips. "That's right Rum, who do you belong to?" His confidence was a secret weapon that I had no defense for.

"James, I belong to ...." Pressing me down hard and pounding into me with machine like consistency and force I couldn't get my mind to work for me. 

"Good girl, let me have it Rum, don't hold back what belongs to me." His words again undid me and I shattered under him. This continued over and over and over as he tormented the perfect spot inside of me, until I lost count. James was finally starting to build enough that he was moaning and whispering into my ear. 

Suddenly he had me up, to my feet, then bent over the arm of the couch. Sliding his glorious cock all the way up and all the way down my sensitive skin I wondered how much longer I could hold up. 

A jolt rushed through me his hand landed on my other cheek. Once, twice, then on the third slap he entered my body again. After sending out a squeal James' honey like words enveloped me "Who's hole is this third one I'm enjoying Rum?" His hand was again expertly working my clit as he rammed deeply into ass.

"James" I cried, "Oh James, it's yours." Again his body picked a rhythm that was pure perfection. This time when I fell to pieces he joined me.

I crumbled into his arms when he lifted me up to his chest moments later. Cradled in his arms I had no energy to argue, be snarky, or even express my admiration. I couldn't even ask if he was pleased. 

Another few moments later I was woken as he was pulling us together under the sheets in his bed. Kissing my neck James soothed, "sleep sweetheart". I mumbled for a syllable or two until the brain finally made semi quality connection with my mouth, "I didn't get to make sure you were satisfied, Sir."

James laughed heartily, "I am beyond satisfied. My body and my mind are elated, you're finally in my arms, and you didn't run away from my kinky lovin" he chuckled again.

"Never." 

"Never what?" he hummed. "I'd never run away, you're my glitter" my mouth was failing me as the words oozed out thick with exhaustion.

"You'll have to explain that one to me tomorrow, sleep baby, that's an demand, you need to rest." Playing with my hair was the final nail in my decent to sleep.

"Good night James."

"Good night Rum." 

-Shy Willow

Rum... part 2

As per a request from a reader, I am following up the writing prompt from 5/18/15 with a second chapter. James and Miss Rum get to grace our senses with another appearance. 

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Rum watched James work. Sitting in silence she still wondered what exactly it was that had just happened. She knew what it was, she felt it, but was she fooling herself, was James just sparing the 30th customer this year from her uninterested smart remarks?

Most of her acquaintances actually knew her as Lady she hated her mother for that name. "Who names a baby Lady?" 

Lady was a hard working and focused woman. Raised by a single mother, Lady had always worked hard. Freshly out of college Lady landed a position at an advertising firm and had to deal with witty, snotty, and flirty people all day. Not exactly the dream job, but it was helping her to pay off some debt and get a resume built before she hoped to begin the next leg of her education. 

The bar was her place to unwind. She didn't have to worry about the work that was waiting for her in her apartment, as she sat at the dark, smooth bar. She chose to leave the job in her cubical the moment she walked onto the sidewalk. So, for those few minutes every so often, she had no responsibilities. She certainly didn't wish to mess that up with a complicated relationship. Besides, finding someone she was compatible with was like finding a piece of glitter in a dump truck of mud.  

Jame's had slid a glass of water towards her while her mind ran wild in the numbness the alcohol caused. Having finished it, he filled her glass again. 

"No need to cock your eyebrow at me, you seem thirsty tonight." James gave way no emotion as he slid her glass back to her. Rum had no problem at all admiring him as he worked behind the bar. His confidence was absolutely stunning. 

A few minutes later he erupted from a set of swinging doors to the left of the bar, with a modest black leather jacket hugging his strong shoulders. The color set off his features causing Rum to press her thighs tightly together as he strode over to her. 

Coming around the bar he grabbed her hand, "Come on love, lets blow this pop-sickle stand." 

"Have I lost my senses? Am I really walking out of the bar with a bartender?" He'd probably done this countless times, but not her. But, it was James, and his hand felt so strong and amazing around hers. Why was she drawn to him?

After waving down a cab, and enduring a silent ride to his apartment, James paid and tipped the driver and the pair were headed up the elevator.  Once inside James took her jacket and his and hung them. Motioning Rum inside and towards the couch, he left and returned again with two bottles of spring water. 

"You know very well I have little trouble handling what I drink James." She nearly pouted. 

"Drink." His expression gave nothing away, but their eyes once again locked and passion was building between them at an alarming rate. Neither were able to look away, until finally he repeated "drink Lady." Having read her credit card quite a few times it came as no surprise that he knew her name. 

....
Finally complying and sipping a bit of the ice cold water James started. "I know you enjoy going to the bar to get away from people" I looked into his eyes wondering where this was going. 

"I also know that you like to let go for awhile while you are there". I watched his luscious lips move deliciously forming them into shapes that made my body flush with desire. James continued, "I'm not generally the type to refrain when there is something that I want. I work for it." 

Rum chuckled, "I never took you as the criminal type." 

James was less than amused. He drank the rest of his water silently, stood pulled her to her feet and held her tightly. "You can be lippy in the bar all you want but not with me, do you understand?" 

I felt red burn across my face with both confusion and desire, this was a side of James I've never felt before. He seems to speak my language. I nodded in agreement and took note of the wetness building in my core. 

James slapped my ass hard, "do you understand?" He repeated calmly but with a tone that was beyond sexy.

"Yes, James, I understand, I wont be sarcastic with you." My body responded instantly, betraying my own mind. 

"I know you Lady." He reached down his lips to mine and sent my body into a tailspin of heat and tension. 

"How long have you been refraining from what you want?"  James lips formed a smile that would charm anyone, "since the moment your fine body waltzed into my bar." 

"Why tonight James?"

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of another man touching you. I don't share, you've been mine for a long time Lady, it's about time you knew it." Pulling my head back with a fist full of hair James kissed me deeply, reaching the very extent of my most secret places, then pulling away again. "Now you know. What do you have to say about it?"

I took in a deep breath hoping to clear away the haziness from Jame's kiss. The haze was the intense rush of desire gushing through every vein in my body....

(to be continued)

- Shy Willow