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  “No.” he disagreed gently. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

  “My face?” she asked.

  “No.”

  Teresa went silent. Jackson saw her face fold up into itself. Where she had once been, now stood a stony wall of control.

  “You want to cum in my ass.” she rasped, her mouth suddenly dry. Her hands and legs fell away.

  He heard a slight plaintiveness in her voice, calling out to him to deny this tortured thought.

  “No.” he said empathically. “Teresa where are you? Please come back to me sweetheart. I’m not going to sodomize you. I’m not going to rape you. I know that even the thought of going through that again terrorizes you and makes you go hide in your safe space. It’s not going to happen. Not tonight or ever. Do you believe me Teresa? Come back to me if you believe me. Please come back to me.”

  Slowly the wall covering her face melted away. Now only the fear and humiliation remained.

  Jackson kissed her softly to try and get rid of the memories from that other hard and dark place.

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  Henry parked his work SUV next to Teresa’s porch. He was immediately rewarded with a tank-like silhouette at the front door. He grinned. Tank would defend Teresa to his death. He was so loyal and loving to her. Yet submissive when there was no threat. Henry didn’t bother knocking. Tank had walked back to Teresa, when he had smelled Henry and knew he was no threat.

  “Teresa!” Henry called out when he didn’t find her in the kitchen or living room.

  “Bedroom.” he barely made out. Was she in trouble? Tank didn’t come and get him like something was wrong. He opened wider the open bedroom door. He found Teresa naked and half asleep. She was trying to wake up to cover herself for Henry’s sake but she couldn’t. Her body was so tired and sore! She knew she had to be bruised in spots from where Jackson had grabbed her during their most passionate moments.

  Henry grew hard just seeing her struggle with the sheet she was entangled in, which hide nothing from him.

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  Teresa pushed all her past aside and concentrated on the moment. It took some getting there, with a detour to her mouth again. When he slid back into her Jackson could tell this was it. He waited for her to catch up and when their orgasms came at the same time it seemed like their spirits touched. Something inside of Teresa broke. A dam that had held back her self from everyone including her. The tears began to fall. She held back her sobs, but tightened her grip on Jackson, afraid that she might lose him in the next few seconds. She didn’t want to be alone anymore.

  He groaned as he emptied himself into her. He practically melted into her, the pleasure was so pure. She cried out as she accepted all of him. His nearness was overwhelming. A delicious shudder made its way through their bodies.

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  Henry helped disentangle Teresa from the bed sheet. Without hesitating or thinking about it, his mouth covered hers hungrily. She pulled him into bed with her. As they kissed, they hurriedly undressed him. Or tried to. Henry got half undressed and decided that was enough to fuck her.

  She cried out when he entered her without any foreplay. He groaned. She was so fucking tight. Like a vice. With just enough give for him to enter. God he loved her body inside and out. He pulled up one of her legs into the crook of his arm so he could drive himself deeper into her. She cried out again. It was very difficult to tell if she was in pain or calling out in passion. The fact that she still looked him in the eye while they were fucking made him assume she wasn’t hurting. Her pupils were dilated wide. Her breath was shallow and fast. He surely was breathing hard from the workout he was getting. And he loved it! The sweat rolling down his back. The heat emanating from him, keeping her warm. She was usually cool to the touch, but not this morning.

  Henry held his weight off her with one hand while the other encircled her neck possessively. Teresa grabbed his wrist. He saw the fear in her eyes.

  “It’s ok.” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you. It’s me Henry. Ok?”

  After a moment’s hesitation, her hands slowly fell to her sides.

  Henry was so honored that she would trust him, after all that she had been through. He really didn’t think she would agree. He started out slowly. All he did was place his hand around her throat. No pressure. Just a steadying touch. He kept her gaze, letting her know that he wasn’t afraid of this action and she shouldn’t be either. She kept his gaze but was unable to keep from crying out as he went in and out of her.

  He pulled his hand away from her throat when he felt the pressure building in his body. He reached down to her clit and began to stimulate her to hardness. Her cries grew in volume and number. He smiled. Henry loved being able to take her to these peaks of pleasure.

  Teresa closed her eyes and cried out as she arched her back, putting her into contact with his smooth chest. Her nipples grew harder when they touched his hot, sweaty skin. His fingers at her clit grew stronger and faster. “Oh God!” she cried out. “Oh God Henry!” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. The raw hunger she saw in his eyes scared her. She reminded herself that he was Henry and he was in total control of himself. She didn’t need to worry about being hurt. He would keep her safe and give her much pleasure.

  “Oh Henry.” she moaned. “Please!” As she came, Henry allowed himself to cum with her. He groaned and laid down on top of Teresa, but he didn’t crush her. He put them into close physical intimacy with each other. Her cool skin seemed to sizzle against his skin. Their orgasm seemed to last for hours.

  Henry collapsed onto the bed, next to Teresa. His breathing slowly calmed down. The sweat dried off. He looked over at Teresa. She smiled coyly at him.

  “May I come – closer?” she asked tentatively.

  “I wish you would.” he answered. He wrapped his arms around her, after she laid her head on his chest. “Hmmmm. I like this. You in my arms.”

  “Me too.” Teresa said tentatively. “Henry you’re here because Jackson sent you, right?”

  Henry was confused so he didn’t answer right away.

  “He’s sharing me with you, right? His best friend.”

  “You wouldn’t have sex with me without Jackson’s permission.”

  “No. He doesn’t seem like a man who would share. But I guess since you’re his best friend …”

  “Yeah. Because I’m his best friend.” Harvey said softly. What was he doing? “He doesn’t want to know about it though. Not when we do it or what we do. He wants to be kept in the dark. So no need to talk about us with him.”

  “Oh ok.”

  “Good.”

  Thus began their affair.

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  Jackson had never been so close to a woman in his life. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Now he understood the strong appeal of sex to most people. He had just been in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world for 48 hours straight. They had talked. Watched each other’s favorite TV shows. They showered together each taking time with the other’s body. Jackson couldn’t believe Teresa was with him. To her, he needed to be cared for. Not taken care of but cared for. Their time together was what he needed to break down his writer’s block. The ideas for his next novel were gathering in his head. If he didn’t have to go and write them down, he would still be in bed with that gorgeous woman.

  He needed to write. Now he had something to write about. Teresa was his muse.

  When he got home, Adam was making breakfast at noon.

  “So my man.” Adam began after they had hugged and he had set breakfast before Jackson and himself. “How was it? As if that huge grin on your face doesn’t tell me.”

  “You can’t imagine …” he began. “It was … amazing. I mean, it’s never been like that with any other woman. Incredible. I couldn’t leave her.”

  “Yeah for 2 days!” Adam exclaimed. “How did she response to you at the beginning?”

  “Hesitant. Scared. Which didn’t stop. But it did lessen as time wen
t on. She quit asking permission to do anything for or to me. The first time I kissed her … man, it was soul-touching. Is that even a word? She fought with me sometimes. I think I might have overwhelmed her occasionally.” Jackson continued to tell his best friend about the woman that he loved.

  “What she taste like?” Adam asked with a salacious smile on his face. Jackson chuckled. “You would ask me about that.”

  “Of course. I know how you like to go down on a woman. I bet you spent as much time eating her out as you did fucking her.”

  “True.” Jackson conceded. “She was mildly sweet tasting. Very mild. She was thick though. God it was fucking ecstasy.”

  “What are you going to do now?” Adam asked, after Jackson went quiet.

  “Write.”

  “Ahh. The writer’s block is gone?”

  “Yes. Very much so.”

  “Well don’t let me keep you any longer from it. But Jackson, all kidding aside, it’s great you had a connection with her. I’m happy for you and she seems like the perfect woman for you.”

  “I think so. I mean she’s been through a lot. But she’s so strong to have gone through all that crap by herself.”

  “She’s smart. Even though it’s been beaten into her that she’s worthless, you’ll be able to help her find her worth.

  “I hope so. She doesn’t deserve to live with their lies anymore.”

  “No. No more.”

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  That first day set the pattern for them. When Jackson left her in the mornings to write, Teresa would call Henry to let him know. Every time she called, she expected him to say no. For two months he never did.

  Henry would rush urgently over to her house parking behind her home so Jackson couldn’t see his truck. While he ran inside to her, he would start stripping away all his layers of clothing. She usually kept on a sweater and panties because of the cold. To which without asking he pulled off of her as soon as he reached her. Sometimes he would let her take off her panties, other times he just ripped them off of her. He had ruined almost all of her underwear. She would have to go shopping and buy herself all new panties and bras.

  Half the time he would just fuck her in the kitchen. His eagerness excited her. He’d lay her up on a counter and eat her out, or throw her over the kitchen table and enter her from behind. She had been so scared he would soon start fucking her anally but he never did. She really did like the position though. She thought Henry called it the “doggie” position. He could enter her so deeply in this position. It never hurt when he fucked her this way, but it did hurt occasionally in the other positions. He was just so big. None of her past customers ever had a big cock. All small cocked s.o.b’s. But Henry … Henry was thick and long. It was the long that hurt. In those other positions, he would hit something inside in such a way it hurt her. He was always so sorry when it happened. Yet they kept going back to those positions loving the opportunity to watch each other’s faces as they came. Sometimes it didn’t hurt.

  Today he picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, flipping her over onto her stomach. He straddled her legs and then quickly entered her. Teresa moaned. This position was the best. She didn’t know why. All she knew is that it made her body shake with desire for Henry. He leaned over her and while holding himself up and off her with one hand, he grabbed her neck from behind with his other hand, pulling her head back.

  “Please Henry please.” she said deep from her throat so he could feel the vibrations in her throat. “Please what baby?” he asked temptingly. “Please fuck me Henry. Hard!” He slowed down, grabbed her shoulders and put her up on all fours. As one hand held her hip, the other went back around her shoulder and pulled her back into him, so that he could fuck her harder. He was slow, but that way he wasted no energy on anything else and could fully concentrate on drilling her. The hand at her hip went to her throat. He applied a little pressure on the sides of her throat. Her breathing came faster trying to replace the oxygen he was withholding from her. She still managed a moan responding to what he was doing to her. Her pleasure intensified as he fucked her hard and withheld life from her. He could possess her with so little pressure. When he let go of her throat and allowed her oxygenated blood to flow freely, a wave of pleasure washed over her. “Oh Henry!” she whispered.

  He grabbed one hip and moved the other hand around to her clit. He began stimulating her there. By the time he came she already had a minute before. Her pussy was still contracting as his cock pulsed. He knew she liked it when that happened. But his dick was indiscriminate of the times it would do so. The bastard! Henry wanted to give Teresa everything she wanted from him. Tiffany jewelry? Anything she wanted. Louis Vuitton luggage? Ok! But she asked for none of these things. All she wanted was his pulsing penis. She didn’t actually ask for that either but he saw how she was after it happened. Satisfied. Her body languid. Her face tranquil. He wanted to bring that look and feel to her body every time they made love. If only his penis would cooperate.

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  Her first night with Jackson also set the tone for their lovemaking. They had marathon love making sessions. Jackson would do any position she wanted. He was always worried about ejaculating too early or not at all. Saying he wouldn’t be able to cum a second time or stay hard for much longer afterwards. She didn’t care. Teresa loved their time together. It was very nourishing. It was also extremely safe, so Teresa finally could let down her guard with Jackson. Something in his manner soothed her. Most of the time they spent lying in each other’s arms, talking about themselves to one another. Getting to know one another. Of course she didn’t tell him her deepest secrets. Those would have scared him away. But maybe one day she would. She just didn’t want this relationship to end any time soon. Jackson was the one who had brought her back to life. He was the one that made her feel real after his every touch. She became more and more here in this world. She left behind more and more of that other world she had been a part of.

  After one of their sessions, Teresa felt exhausted in a contented sort of way. She barely could lift her limbs off the bed. Jackson would get dressed while she lay there cocooned in the bed sheets, warmed by his slowly dissipating body heat. He would take one last kiss from her. Sometimes that last kiss was enough to get him back in bed, his mouth between her legs.

  Jackson was so good down there. He knew places on her body when touched made her ache, especially down there. Jackson dealt with more than just her clit. He would inspect every fold and crevice. He would worry at her until she was on the verge of cuming, then he would back off, leaving her on the edge. Jackson was definitely a tease. He would grin widely when he saw her frustration. Teresa didn’t mind the frustration. Her body enjoyed the prolonged anticipation. It heightened her arousal.

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  Henry, she thought deliciously. Where Jackson was her sustenance, Henry was her bad habit, her addiction. She was powerless to resist him. Henry was so different from Jackson. Jackson was laid back and a man of words. Henry was a man of action and needs. Henry was calm, controlled, and patient. They had only spent a handful of days together but she had never felt safer than those days with him. She knew nothing and nobody would get to her. Even her nightmares stayed away, she felt so secure she could sleep the entire time he was there. She was so refreshed for the evening that even Jackson made a comment about how much energy she had for him.

  It was still tough to be so physically close to the boys. Once Henry had stretched flinging his arms up and out. Teresa who was close by buried her face in the bed and readied herself for the pummeling she thought she was about to get. Feeling Henry’s gentle touch on her back made her burst into tears. Would she never be normal? Was the stain that her past had left on her always going to be there? Could she ever trust anyone?

  “Sweetheart.” Henry had called softly to her. “Teresa it is ok.” His hand stroked her back. “It’s ok babe. It’s me Henry. Remember I won’t ever hurt you. Never.”

>   She had eventually sat back up, embarrassed by her inability to keep her past in her past. Henry took over wiping her tears away.

  “I’m sorry.” she said to him. “It’s instinct.”

  “And trust. I know Teresa. I know that a couple of nights of lovemaking aren’t going to somehow ‘cure’ you of your fears and terrors. We’ll work through it. Ok?”

  Teresa nodded her head. “Thank you.” she said softly. “I know you could be with so many other women who weren’t such a pain in the ass. Thank you for giving me some of your time.”

  “If I didn’t have to work, you could have all of it.” he told her with a playful grin on his face. “But alas, in order to keep you in fine leathers and furs, with diamonds just dripping off of you, I gotta do some sheriffin’ once in awhile.”

  Teresa giggled, but then turned serious quite suddenly. “You know I don’t want those things, right? I only want you.”

  Henry’s heart skipped a beat at her words. He didn’t let on to his delight over her words of want. Instead he looked at her equally as serious. “I know Teresa. But I will try and give you anything and everything you want. I don’t care what it is. Diamonds, gold, cars, pit bulls. Anything. Just ask.”

  “I know you have to go on patrol, but …” Teresa began with a wicked smile as she moved herself between his long legs. He wasn’t dressed yet so she could feel his hard dick searching for her pussy as she leaned in to him. With her hands taking hold of his firm biceps, she brought her face an inch away from his, looked him in the eyes and said seductively, “I’m hungry Henry.”

  He smiled mischievously and whispered, “Dinner’s ready baby.” His grabbed her hair and led her head downward.

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  After two months of making love twice a day, with multiple orgasms happening at both times, Teresa was sore and tired. Sore she understood why. Tired, too. The queasiness however, she didn’t understand. Maybe it was from too much food. Both men insisted on her eating before they left her. They told her that she would not survive another winter without some extra padding. She had thought all men loved thin women. That was why the Admiral gave her little if nothing to eat. Now these two men were practically forcing food down her throat. The Admiral kept her presentable. Otherwise no one would pay premium dollar for his prized bitch. Still he gave as little food as possible without making her look malnourished or sick. So all this food was a bit overwhelming to her.