-- One Night--

By Jake Womble

It was another cold night. Nothing new for New York.  

I had been cooped up in my apartment all day, trying to write, but I couldn't seem to write anything I felt was any good.  I sighed, as I grabbed my jacket.  It was heavy, thick.  Living in Texas hadn't prepared me for the bracing cold of Albany.  I walked out into the cold.  I needed to take a breath of fresh air.  I decided to walk through the park to that new pub that had just opened up.  I wasn't a drinker, but I certainly needed some company.  I looked about me, the trees rustling in the breeze.  I must have been imagining things.  I couldn't shake the feeling like I was being followed.  The trees were bare, creepy as the moonlight poured in behind them.  Although it was cold out, I could feel myself begin to sweat.  I tried to think of it logically.  There wasn't anything that I should be scared of.  Nevertheless, I sped up as I saw the path end at the street.  I had made it, no problem.  I let out a sigh of relief.  Nothing to worry about.  That's what I thought.  

I felt an arm wrap around my neck, stuffing a cloth over my mouth.  My eyes widened, but soon began to close, as I felt my body fail, and slipped into unconsciousness…

I awoke, dazed and confused.  I tasted copper in my mouth.  Chloroform…  

I looked around, only to see darkness. My glasses were missing. I tried moving my hands, but I couldn’t. They had been tied to posts. Not tight enough to hurt, but certainly tight enough to keep me from moving. Visions of what my captor planned to do to me rushed into my head. Rape… murder… torture… all of it poured into my head, one by one. I heard a door open. My heart raced, as sweat rolled down my face. Only one thing ran through my mind. “I never got to tell Kerrin…”

I swallowed hard. “W-who’s there?” I questioned, stammering nervously, “What do you plan to do to m…” I felt a finger cover my mouth, silencing my question. It wasn’t a cold, hard finger, like I had though it would be. No, it was soft… delicate… “Who… who are you?” I questioned softly. I heard my captor’s voice… it was female. Elegant, soothing, beautiful…

“I’m surprised at you, Neon. You’re such a smart boy, but you can’t figure out who’d want to do this to you?” I recognized the voice instantly.

“K… Kerrin?” I asked in shock.

I felt her reach around my head, untying the blindfold over my eyes and placing my glasses back over my eyes. I scanned my surroundings. I was in Kerrin’s bedroom, my hands tied to the posts of her bed. The room was bathed in the light of a dozen or so glowing candles. I saw her. She was just as beautiful as I remembered her. Her long, brown hair flowed over her slender back. She smiled down at me, her stunning eyes filled with warmth and compassion.

“Yes, Neon… it’s me,” she said, her soothing voice calming my worry. I looked down. My shirt had been removed, but, strangely, my pants remained. I returned my gaze to her.

“W… why are you doing this?” I asked, questioningly.

She smiled, as she slid over me on the bed. I could only blush, as I stared up at her. She laughed at my red face.

“You always were a shy one…” she said, before kissing me deeply, stroking the back of my head. It was my first kiss. I looked back at her, my eyes widened, then relaxed, slowly closing. I hoped that that kiss would never end.

She pulled away from me, smiling. “You see, Neon… whether you realized it or not, I’ve had feelings for you for a long time. I just needed to make sure you felt them too. And now that I have you… I get to play with you until you tell me.” I blinked a few times in disbelief.

“P…play with me?” I asked, confused. She smirked down at me.

“Yes… play with you. We’re going to play a game called ‘Don’t Moan’. I’m going to do something like…” She quickly began slowly and tenderly massaging my ears. I blushed, trying my best not to moan. “… like this, until you moan. And if you lose, you must answer any question I ask you.” I felt sweat form at my forehead, as she stopped massaging my ears.

“A-anything?” I stammered. She smiled evilly, as she looked back down at me. She began to rub my shoulders, delicately. I felt the pleasure that a simple shoulder rub could bring. It was unfamiliar to me. After a life of loneliness, I had no idea how it felt to be loved physically. I had to control myself. I couldn’t moan.

She wasn’t about to give up. She slowly leaned in, kissing my neck gently, over and over again, as she continued to massage my shoulders. I felt myself blush even deeper, as she gently bit into my neck. I whimpered, as I bit my lip to stop from moaning in pleasure. She was so gentle, yet so firm. It was like she knew exactly how to please me.

She looked up, seeing my resistance. “Well, your will-power is strong. But I happen to know that everyone has a weak spot…”She said, grinning, “and I think I know where it is…”. She giggled as she slowly slid to the bottom of the bed, running her hands down my leg, over my ankle, and down to the tip of my foot. I involuntarily shook my head.

“No! Not the feet!” I heard my mind shout, but I couldn’t find the power to speak it.

She began to massage my tender feet slowly. I resisted as much as possible, but she continued massaging them more and more. I felt the pleasure shoot up my spine. I bit my lip, I closed my eyes, I tried not to think about it but it was no use. My feet had, once again, become my weakness. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I let out a long, pleasured howl that they could probably hear all the way in the next county. She had won. I was broken.

She smiled, as she moved back up the bed, sitting on my stomach. “Good boy, Neon…” she said, smiling warmly into my eyes. Sweat rolled down my forehead, as I blushed, gasping for air.

“W… w-what… do you want to know…” I gasped, unaware if I should be feeling panic or pleasure. She looked back at me, love deeply filling her beautiful hazel eyes.

“Neon… I have to know… do you love me?” she asked me softly. I couldn’t lie…

“Kerrin… yes… I love you… I loved you the first time we met. I just never thought you loved me… but… now… You win. I submit. You can do whatever you want to m-” I felt her finger slip over my mouth. The same finger that had quieted my fear was now bonding my love. She unshackled my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as closely and as tightly as I could.

“Kerrin… I love you…” I said softly.

She smiled, kissing me deeply before burying herself in my chest. “I know, Neon… I know…” she said, as we slowly drifted into sleep in each other’s arms.