Bound as the World Burns: A Post Apocalyptic BDSM Romance Page 6

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  When at last she awoke it was a strange new experience for her. It wasn’t the late slumber of her days in the bunker undisturbed finally coming to an end, or the mornings at home being yelled at to awake by her parents. Instead it was with hard muscle and thick meaty manhood against her, moist lips kissing along her pale ivory skin, across her shoulder and neck.

  Leon was grinding against her, that impressively sized cock throbbing so wildly with desire as he suckled her earlobe. It was late, and they’d slept long, but apparently she was even able to out-sleep him with his wound and exhaustion.

  She was moaning before she was even fully conscious, and as soon as she realized what a lewd sound she was making, she sucked it back in, biting her lower lip to silence herself. It felt so nice, though. He was so warm, and the feel of his wet tongue dancing across her flesh was almost too much.

  She’d become such a bad girl since the end of the world. No, since meeting him. It was everything she’d fantasized about late at night, and apologized for the day after in church. It was everything she never knew how to voice, how to put into words. She’d never been taught about sex, and yet here he was, hard and strong and so handsome, pressing in against her.

  The bed wasn’t the biggest of areas for them, especially not with how large he was, but it managed to do the trick for them. His hand palmed one of her large breasts, squeezing the supple flesh so wondrously. The way he worked that mound so satisfying, kneading it expertly as he supped and ground upon her body made her cry out in delight.

  Leon took his time with her, but the throb of that thick cock—seemingly so much harder than she recalled it—was an insistent need that would not die down.

  When he lifted her thigh and guided it into her honeyed slit, she was so ready, and he sank in with a firm push, forcing that bulging crown inside of her followed by inch after inch of throbbing dick.

  This wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t be. It made her feel so good, and she wanted that. The world had ended, everyone she knew was likely dead and she couldn’t put off happiness any longer. She couldn’t force herself to keep holding out for her schooling. God would understand. He had to understand. Still, the worries had mounted in those few moments that she was awake and her soft cry of protest came out more like a sigh of pleasure.

  Her conflict raged on the longer he thrust into her, that older man touching all over her body, causing her breath to hitch. “Is this a sin?” she trembled against him.

  He hesitated, but only his mouth; that insistent thrust of his needful cock into her tight, pink pussy didn’t cease. Its desire, its need for her and the release her body offered was too great.

  In response he squeezed her breast tighter, pumped into her harder and bit her earlobe. When she didn’t get an answer for a while he rose up, manipulating her body so she was on her back. Bending her knees he held them to her chest, “Hold your position here,” he commanded, fucking her so needfully, the slap of their flesh growing louder as the blankets slipped away.

  As he used his one good arm to support himself, he felt out her body, her pale, large breasts with his other hand, bouncing her upon the end of his cock. “Does it feel like a sin?” he husked, leaning down and kissing her lips with a noisome smack that joined the choir of his heavy balls striking her ass.

  It did and it didn’t, and the conflict was displayed on her face. It felt good—very good—and that alone made her worry. She wanted this, her body wanted this, and the cravings for something she didn’t even know of had existed in her for years. So if it was a natural desire, could it be a sin?

  Her lips trembled, and even though her body was so wet, her legs pinned back and holding her large chest in place, she whimpered, “I don’t know.”

  As his strong hand moved so shockingly close to her slender neck he growled to her to settle her mind.

  “It is,” he clarified, “but you feel so fuckin’ good Cass. Not even eternal damnation could keep me out of your sweet pussy.” The filthy words tumbled off his tongue so easily, the velvety crassness of each syllable as he pounded into her pale, young body with his needy hard dick again and again.

  She trembled beneath him, suddenly feeling stricken and sick, yet at the same time her body exploded with delight, the pleasurable sensation traveled all under her skin, making her quake and moan beneath him. Tears filled her eyes, and an apology to God passed her lips, but she couldn’t make herself hate this. She was a sinner, and she had no one to confess to but Him.

  The act didn’t end to reprieve her from the sin any time soon. Despite his wound, Leon pounded her endlessly, his morning stiffness so demanding of her that the thrusting never seemed like it would cease. And she tumbled into explosive pleasure at last, her first climax, sinful ecstasy. Her body shivered and quaked, her pussy gripping his cock so tightly as she could no longer hold back the squeals of lust.

  It was only after her prayers had gone unanswered for so very long, and his cock swelled within her so erratically, that she felt him tense and shift. “Tell me you like this sin,” he husked so assertively. “Confess you like it, slut,” and somehow she knew his release was imminent despite her inexperience, the whole of his glistening musculature tense as the fire of his release was held barely at bay.

  “I like it,” she practically sobbed out, and gratitude for the release came with it. It was so easy when someone told her what to do, and when it was true it was even sweeter. She did like it. She had to confess it, and she wasn’t sure there was a priest alive up there. Most everyone was dead. Did only the pious live? Was this a test and demons were trying to turn her from God?

  She’d never turn from Him, but the sensation of Leon’s hard, throbbing cock was too much for her to deny, and her body craved him so badly.

  With her confession came his release, and he ground himself in against her with more abandon than he had their past times, loosing his seed inside her with a kind of vigour and relentlessness she’d not known. Finally his thick, hard shaft was sated in her flesh, and he sighed with satisfaction, his pecs heaving as his breathing gradually returned to normal.

  “Good girl,” he told her again, rubbing a hand over her cheek and curly blonde locks. “My good girl,” he rectified.

  She closed her eyes against the tears, even as her face brightened with his compliments. It obviously meant so much to her, but she couldn’t deny the conflict raging within her any more. She just wanted some clarity of what was going on around her and what she was turning into. Her body shuddered beneath him and she tried to draw herself closer, so needy for his body.

  Instead he pulled from her, leaving her empty and even more needful. “Shhh,” he said and he slipped away from the bed, “Sit up,” he commanded as he went to his discarded leather jacket. She didn’t see what he fished from it, the nude man clutching something in his hand as he came back over to her, slipping down to one knee so that he was nearer to eye level.

  She did as instructed, even in the face of her emotional and physical protests against him leaving, blinking away her tears as she stared at him. Her lips were so full and pouty, and she just couldn’t stand that he wasn’t touching her.

  Worst still, she couldn’t stand how badly she wanted him to be touching her.

  To her surprise he unfurled his hand to unveil a ring. It was nothing spectacular; in fact it was one of those cheap rings attached to a black piece of plastic they sold at every drug store jewellery counter, but a ring nonetheless. It was gold—or to be exact gold looking—and had some imitation gem on it, but he tore away the plastic. “You’re right,” he said, his voice so much softer and more tender now that he’d sated his sexual appetites with her, “it’s a sin,” he stated. “But not if you’re mine. Fully and completely,” he held the ring in his fingers. “You’ll be mine, won't you Cass?” he asked with that confident smile on his face, “My sweet little wife for the end of the world.”

  And just like that, everything was made so much simpler as her head bobbed and those tears
began to fall. They weren’t angsty any longer, but they were large and completely blurred her vision, her hand trembled as it reached out for him.

  It wasn’t what she expected, but then, none of this was. Who expected the end of the world? But this was the next best thing. Her protector, her strong, capable protector was down on his knee, giving her a ring and making it all better. She should have known he would have thought of this, to keep her safe and protected from God’s wrath. She should have had more faith in his abilities.

  Slipping the ring onto her finger—it wasn’t quite a perfect fit, but it was close enough under the circumstances—he claimed her, leaning in and putting his good arm about her and pulling her in as he placed such a hard kiss to her lips. It was the sort of passionate kiss that befit a wedding—how silly a thought that was—and he lingered in there with her so long before he loosened his grip.

  It was day three together, and they were ‘married’.

  “You’re a more beautiful bride than I could’ve dreamed up,” he husked in compliment to the young, sobbing woman.

  Even though she was red-faced and her eyes were tear stained, he could still see the beauty beneath. She wasn’t made for this world of beings she couldn’t imagine, let alone understand. A world where most of humanity was dead and earthquake’s shattered her peace.

  She wasn’t made for it, but he was, and he’d pledged to protect her.

  His hand went through her curls to the back of her head, and he kissed her tear-streaked face once more before pulling her in against him so tight and comfortingly. All the strength of his form surrounded her as he clutched her hand and her new wedding ring so closely. It was hard to imagine being any more safe than in those thick, powerful arms of his.

  “I’ll keep you safe and sound, my pretty little wife,” he murmured.

  She was dripping his seed into the mattress and her body was so scandalously revealed, but it didn’t matter. Not with him here, and her arms went around him tenderly, ever cautious of his wound. There was such gratitude and relief in her, and once more the cruel, dirty words he’d spoken before he came were long forgiven and forgotten.

  Kissing her neck he held her a long time, letting her get the anxiety out of her system as she relished the new possibilities he’d given her. When finally he broke the embrace and kissed her lips again he said, “Now then. Wife’s first duties...” he broke into a wide grin, “go make your new husband some of that dried cereal stuff he brought home. A big bowl of the dried berry stuff for me, peach for you,” he said touching her nose, “because you’re such a peach.” He rose up, taking her two hands and helping her to her feet, “You just boil some water, add it in, stir it up real thoroughly and let it sit.”

  It could have sounded condescending; would have, if it wasn’t to her. Rather than be offended, she took such relish and delight in the fact that he wanted to teach her these practical things. Her teachers in school had taught her of math and English, but never of things like how to be a good wife.

  Now, that was her primary desire, and she practically bounded into the makeshift kitchen to prepare, humming a chipper song.

  The ‘kitchen’ was a tiny little alcove, part of the room that constituted the generator chamber across from the tiny washroom area where Leon headed.

  Not dressed, he went and inspected himself in the mirror, taking the time to tidy up as he hadn’t last night. Rested, he cleaned away the previous day’s remnants, slowly sponging away the grime and bits of dried blood they’d missed the night before after relieving himself.

  When he returned to the main chamber he looked better as he reclined on one of the chairs and watched her work the simple task he’d set her to.

  She took pride in it, just as she’d taken pride in her school work before the fall of society. She was looking forward to college, to maybe being a teacher, but now those plans were gone with the rest of society. She had no useful skills for this world. She couldn’t survive out there with beasts and earthquakes, especially not on her own.

  But this, she could do. She could learn to do. Even though it was simple, she put everything she had into it and by the time she placed it ready in front of them both, him with the far larger serving, of course, all the lumps were disappeared and it was the perfect consistency.

  “How’s that?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.

  Leon’s bad arm was stiffer today, but still he reached out, took hold of her naked form and pulled her into him, sitting her down on his knee yet again as he kissed her cheek and neck. “Looks great,” he remarked, his broad face all smiles as he nipped at her soft, pink flesh.

  Scooping up a spoonful he ate it, made a pleased sound before offering her a tinier bit on the end of his spoon and said, “You’re already workin’ so hard at being the best wife I could hope to have.”

  It made it all so much simpler, the little band around her finger. So much easier to justify it all away, to lock her sin up—after asking for forgiveness, of course. She would do him proud, do God proud, and she would serve him well. Taking a bit, she smiled at him and nuzzled into his neck, “I’ll do my best.”

  Leon held her like that throughout breakfast, enjoying her closeness as he fed her in between his own heaping spoonfuls. There was no denying the tenderness with which he coddled and consoled her, and regardless of his motivations, the thoughtfulness of how he noticed things about her like her need for some ring to justify their end-of-the-world tryst.

  When the food was done and washed down, he scooted her naked form off his lap with a pat on her rear. “Tidy up sweetie,” he said, kissing her cheek as he rose, “I’m gonna sort some things out, then we’re gonna take care of some stuff, and later...” he gave her a big toothy grin, “I’ve got another surprise for my new bride.”

  Her eyes widened and for a moment she forgot everything else except for that surprise. She wanted it. Now. She was an only child, and her parents were distracted enough that surprises typically came in the form of something intangible or, otherwise, a dinner with someone from the church or school board.

  Still, it was exciting, and she had to push the thought away just to manage not to plead with him then and there, though she’d barely managed to lift the bowls before she asked what it was.

  He gave her a serious look that was admonishment enough for her over-eagerness before breaking out into a light hearted chuckle. She did, however, catch glimpse of something as he began to root through his bag, a black face-mask like her mother wore to bed at night slipped out as she rounded the corner.

  It took a lot out of her, but Cassidy didn’t even rush through the dishes, though she wanted to. She reminded herself, though, that it’d be far better and far sweeter if she did well, if she did what she was told. That was important to her, so by the time she returned to him, she was brimming with energy and enthusiasm.

  He was wearing what looked like a new pair of loose-fitted cotton pants he must’ve found while out. Obviously made for a bigger man, they still looked tight in that impressive crotch of his.

  “You ready?” he asked with a wry smile.

  Leon had trouble containing his smile at the sight of the delicate woman bouncing before him. For all he’d seen above in the past weeks, it was amazing how detached this little reality down here was with her. He could pretend things were so much better than they were and enjoy his time so completely.

  “Alright,” he stated slowly and she heard his hands moving behind his back, “first off,” he stated as he pulled out something so simple, yet practical. “Hairpins,” he said, and there were a few, from practical to colour barrettes with butterfly designs, and even a couple hair ties. It was clearly from the same place he’d gotten the ring, but with things so far gone such a simple thoughtful gesture meant a lot.

  She didn’t really understand what was happening above, but she knew it wasn’t good. She’d come to terms—or refused to come to terms—with that when it first happened a couple of weeks ago. She knew to be grateful for t
he simple things, for no longer did she have her closet full of pressed clothes and church outfits, and her large bedroom filled with teddy bears.

  It was all gone, and those barrettes meant to world to her because of it. She took it with such a ginger, tender hand, smiling at him with such affection. “Thank you.”

  Smiling at her affectionate acceptance he bent forward and kissed her beautiful red-blonde curls, “Made the stop to the jewellery aisle special for you,” he said tenderly. This woman needed him, and that opened up something in his heart too. For as poorly as she was adapted to such a life and how much better he was at survival, he still had the heart of a civilized man who cared for those weaker than him.

  “You ready for the next one?” he asked softly.

  Her head bobbed up and down, her curls bouncing with the motion. She was such a fresh face, so tender and naive, and she was already thinking such wonderful things about this man that was practically a stranger.

  The next item he produced was another thing that was so simple yet so precious. A shampoo bottle he held it out to her, “It’s a dry shampoo,” he stated, explaining everything to her as usual, “it’ll be good for down here where we have to go easy on the water.”

  She didn’t even know such a thing existed, but her smile brightened. It was something she would never—could never—have thought of, but it was perfect. It just proved her right once more. This man would take care of her. He’d make sure she’d live a happy, vibrant life.

  Leon kissed her cheek and put the bottle into the dumbfounded young woman’s hands, understanding her enthusiasm better than a man ought to have after just three days.

  Before he could produce the next item, however, she felt that familiar tremble begin to build. This time it seemed to come from the wall to her right and spread across the bunker, and without hesitation, Leon wrapped his good arm around her and held her close beneath a door arch, murmuring encouragingly. “It’s okay. Just a little tremor,” as he kissed her ear.