She has always been faithful to me. She has always been honest to me. And for this I have always cared for her and wanted her to have everything her heart desires. Even the things I have to discover on my own. 

It was a cold November night. The rain hissed as it fell through the air and onto the dark cold streets. The headlights cut through the gloom as they drove home. The man was driving much slower than normal. For more reasons than the rain, but that was only known to him. She sat next to him, resting against his right shoulder with her hand planted on his stomach. To the left of them a hundred yards away, the ocean raged and rambled against the shores of St. Augustine Bay. 

"Thank you for such a nice evening honey." She said quietly. The hiss and crackle of the rain was comforting to her. The boom and roll of the thunder vaguely exciting. 

"You're welcome darling. I enjoyed it myself very much. I like to see you happy."

His voice trailed off as if he meant to say something more. Then She spoke to him in a hushed voice. 

"Did you see her? The Girl I was telling you about?"

There was an audible hesitation in her voice. 

In the darkness, The Man smiled. 

"Yes darling. I saw her." 

The Man turned to her, smiled feebly. Then he took his right hand from the wheel and slid it between her legs, squeezing her crotch firmly. 

"We've been together for seven months now. I feel it is important that you know how much your happiness means to me."

Their eyes met. 

"Oh baby I kno…" Her words were cut off by The Man's glance. His eyes spoke to her. 

"Shhhhhhh." They said. 

He slowed the car, turned into a dark side street. He killed the headlights and coasted to a stop. They were sitting beside an old red brick building of some sort. An aged and broken neon sign above read The Breakers Elite. He killed the engine, got out and closed the door swiftly behind him. He went to her door, opened it and took her by the hand. The rain immediately began to catch in her hair and looked like a veil of tiny silver beads. He lead her down a flight of stone steps to a door recessed in the brickwork of an old building. 

She started to ask something but decided not to before the words came. Sometimes, she reminded herself, she was in the company of a very dangerous man. He pulled a small skeleton key from his jacket pocket, held it up for her to see. 

"You never see these any more." He said, then kissed her forcefully. 

The Man put the key in the lock and turned the bolt. It responded with a squeal and a squawk of metal. The man pushed the door open and they walked into darkness. He closed the door behind them, and it slammed home with a heavy clatter. A sound only something with great age and weight can make. She grasped his hand, he guided her two, three steps forward into the gloom. 

Silence. 

The man leaned in close to her. Whispered in her ear.

"Don't breathe. Don't think. Listen."

Fear was growing in her, rapid and eagerly. She forced herself to concentrate on the silence and the darkness of the room.

She heard someone breathing. 

She strained to find the direction the rise and fall of air was coming from, realized The Man had left her side. She was growing very nervous now, almost an urge to turn and flee. 

There was a sharp click and the room was suddenly bathed in a soft light. 

The Man was standing in the left far corner of the room, his hand still on the light switch. They were in an immense store room. Dimly lit, empty floors and walls stretching into the hungry darkness. She could see her breath faintly. He walked to her side, took her hand and turned with her. In the center of the room, barely outlined by the feeble light, was a small person sitting upright in a chair. She stood transfixed, trying to make out the shape sitting in the chair. She did not hear The Man's footsteps as he walked to another corner of the room, put his hand on another switch.

"What is this?" She asked silently under her breath. Her mind was racing to make some logic of this alien situation she had been so easily led into. " Am I about to witness a HIT? " 

Another sharp click, and the room was bathed in brilliant light.

In the chair sat The Girl.

The Girl was nude. Her hands were bound to the back of the chair, each tied to a wooden railing in the chair's base. She was blindfolded. He legs were spread apart. Her feet were not bound. Her nipples were pink and upright, half erect it seemed. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat rectangle just above her sex. 

He knew under the blindfold were those pale translucent blue eyes. It was The Very Same Girl. 

The one she had worked with for so long. The one she wanted. The one she kissed and never told anyone. She could feel The Man's breath hot against her neck. He reached around her midriff and hugged her, pulled her to him and held her tight for many long seconds. And The Girl just sat in the chair smiling up at them. 

"Kiss her "

His voice was low and monotone. 

They passed a glance between them. He looked at her and nodded slightly. She met his eyes with a submissive stare and knelt before The Girl tied in the chair.

She gingerly leaned forward, pursing her lips for the kiss. The Girl's breath quickened. She could hear the leather restraints around The Girl's wrists creaking as her body tensed in anticipation for the kiss. Their lips brushed together. As The Girl slid her tongue out to meet Hers, she felt only empty air. She instead lowered her head and kissed The Girl's neck. Her mouth raked over the Girl's neck, her tongue leaving a shiny trail along her shoulders, her upper arms, then down to the Girl's chest. Each nipple was pierced with a shiny metallic green ring, a bluish chrome ball in the center of each. She cupped the ring of The Girl's right nipple with her tongue, and slowly sucked the nipple into her mouth. The Girl inhaled deeply as She tugged at her nipple gently with her teeth. 

The man placed his hand on the back of Her head as she kissed The Girl. He could feel her tense under his touch. She continued kissing The Girl. Exploring slowly as She knelt further down. Slowly kissing down to The Girl's stomach and beyond.

The man reached to her sides with a sudden deliberate movement. He pulled her skirt down with a forceful tug. She bit The Girl as he ripped her panties away, exhaled and sighed loudly, and the Girl responded alike. Her finger found The Girl's crotch, a warm fragrant spot in the dim cool room. 

The man grasped her midriff with both hands, forced his knee between Her legs and spread them apart just so, dropped to his knees behind her and ground his cock against her. She slid her neatly manicured finger down to rest atop The Girl's clitoris, applying gentle pressure as she braced herself. She reached behind The Girl with her left hand and tugged at the lanyard binding The Girl's right hand. 

The man felt The Girl's hand on his cock. The hand seemed feeble yet intent. The hand grasped his cock, rubbed it against Her pussy, one, two, three up and down grinding motions against the warm damp skin there, then ground the length of it against Her pussy and slid his cock inside Her with a forceful motion. She slid her finger inside The Girl's deliriously wet pussy, leaned up and slid her tongue in The Girl's mouth. 

The man pumped forward once, twice, then with an increasing rhythm while The Woman and The Girl kissed. Muffled sighs from both of them were absorbed by the dark silence of the room. He moved faster, gradually building his speed as the Two kissed. She had one hand buried in The Girl's jet black hair, the other at her crotch with her index finger planted in that warm sticky puddle of sex, pulling and tugging at her with each motion from the man. The Girl's free hand found his testicles and clasped them firmly. She began pistoning her finger in and out of The Girl's sex, their bodies rocking with each of The Man's thrusts forward. She could feel her inhibitions draining from her like a hole had been punched through to all her childhood taboos, all those ill tempered speeches from the older women as a child, all those not's and shouldn'ts from her life were leaving her, and slowly, deliciously all that was being left behind was Her, The Man, and The Girl, whom she had every intention of eating alive and sharing for dessert with Her Man. This was all for her, about her, and because of her. And she was getting it because she wanted it. Because Her Man knew she deserved it. She closed her eyes and came like a gusher. As her orgasm rolled over her like a wave of liquid steel, she tensed and bucked madly, a warm wet explosion around the man's cock and a salty flood of sex began to trickle down her thighs. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock inside her, holding himself there as her orgasm and ejaculation spun out into an unstoppable convulsion of pleasure. She ripped the blindfold from The Girl's head and bit her shoulder blade, crying out and furiously pumping her finger inside The Girl's eager pussy. 

The Man reached around Her, felt The Girl's arm, felt up and behind The Girl until his hand came upon the railing in the chair she was bound to. He gripped the railing with a heave and a grunt, and snapped the railing in two with a loud pop. He grabbed Her hair and pulled her upward as The Girl slid onto the floor in front of them. She grabbed a handful of The Girl's raven hair and thrust The Girl's face into her crotch, The Girl's tongue lapping at Her sex and His cock as he slid inside Her again and again. He withdrew from her, felt the Girl's mouth find his cock, the eager muscular pull of her sucking his cock. He pulled away from the Girl and her hand guided his cock inside Her pussy once again. 

The man felt his orgasm building, rising like some low heat from a blast furnace in his stomach. He withdrew from Her, pulled her to one side. The Girl leaned forward, her eyes wide and her mouth open, pretty even white teeth and smooth fair skin in contrast of her jet black hair. She closed her eyes and whimpered in preparation for his shot.

"No. Not for you." He spoke breathlessly. 

The man grabbed Her, spun her around and forced her down against The Girl, with a swift motion leaned her back, down and spread her legs. The Girl reached between Her legs and found his cock. Stroked his cock as he came explosively on Her. Drops of pearl white fell on her stomach, her breasts, landed on her chin and her red lips. Her tongue darted out and took them as The Girl stroked his cock obediently. Her pubic hair was plastered with beads of sticky pale white cum. Her pussy was glazed with it, her clitoris draped in a veil of cum stretching from her clit to the pink of her sex. 

The man reached to her, held her and lifted her up. She could feel his strength lifting her. He turned her around, pulled her to him and leaned her down so that her head was resting against the center of his chest. 

"Spread your legs." 

The Man looked at The Girl. No words were spoken. The Girl leaned forward and buried her tongue in Her crotch. The Girl began licking and sucking at her clit, lapping away at their sex in the warm salty mingled puddle of their fuck. He held her tight against him. Supporting her body. She felt weightless in his arms. The warmth and overwhelming sensation of floating took her. She was flying in her mind, eyes closed and the world was reeling. The Girl stroked his cock as she sucked Her clit and lapped at Her sex. She felt a second orgasm growing. It felt somehow a million miles distant to her, her every though seemed blurred and incoherent. The only sensation she could register was the growing surge between her legs and The Man's arms holding her with their steely grasp. The room seemed to go out of focus and she reeled backward, limp and helpless as her orgasm tore through her like a sheet of scalding water. She felt The Man lift her. Turn her around to him. Hold her in his arms and squeeze her to him. 

"All for you."

Then the world went dark. 

Many hours later she woke. They were at home, in their bed. He was lying with his arms wrapped around her. The warmth between them was electric, soft. She turned and kissed him.

"Thank you." she said quietly then went softly back to sleep. 

But The Man, he rarely sleeps. He lie there listening to the eternal tug and draw of her breathing. 

He whispered to her in the darkness.

"Tonight I wanted you to feel like you are the center of the universe. What you don't realize is, You are." 

He kissed Her and then slowly faded off to sleep.