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I slept and awoke in the early morning. She was nestl;ed against my shoulder, her arm on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. We were about as close together as two people can be; even our breathing seemed synchronized.

Now what? I asked myself. "Gee Maria, I think you're swell. I know we got off on the wrong foor, but how 'bout we start all over!" Not likely.

"Maria, you crooked litle sock-sucker, I think I love you!" No, that wouldn't work either.

Okay, how about this: "You know, Maria, when you're not falsifying evidence, throwing your weight around. and ruining people's lives for your own selfish purposes, you're really pretty nice!" Right.

She stirred when I got of bed, but she didn't wake. She reached for the spot where I'd been, and it made me feel like hell. But there was nothing I could do about it. Just because we had one night of sweet love doesn't necessarily mean anything. Had she been awake maybe it would have been a place to start, but as it was, it didn't mean a damn thing.

What would she remember about last night anyhow? Would she remember anything at all? Would she be sore? Probably not. SHe was probably already sore. Would she know I'd been there at all? Maybe not. I sure wasn't going to come out and tell her: "Hey, know what? I snuck into your bed while you were sleeping and we made love and you were really sweet."

I crept out of the room. I locked the back door of the place and the front door as well. She might be able to make a dash for it, but I didn't think so. I left her door unlocked, went into the living room and lay down on the bed. Pretty soon the sun came up and it wasn't so damned cold. I heard the morning birds greeting the sun, then I fell asleep.
 
Maria woke slowly from the depths of sleep and looked groggily around. The events of the night before filtered through slowly and she suddenly sat bolt upright when she remembered the ending to her dream.

Looking around, she saw the opposite side of the bed had an indentation too large for her body. Shivering, she also realized that she was again naked under the covers. She also felt the remenants of last night love making sticky against her thighs. Love making. She never would have thought she would admit such a thing.

But what had really happened? She had been half asleep and half awake when they had been together. Still she couldn't help but admit that it had been the best night of fu...no...it wasn't that. It had been the best night of intamacy she had ever had. And with her worst enemy yet.

She tried to call up anger at what he had done earlier as well as tell herself that he had invaded her privacy and done the same thing again last night, tried to visualize his earlier taking of her and the hatred he had shown during that ordeal but all she could dredge up was the soft, gentle and sweet coupling that had started as a dream.

Sighing, she slid from the bed and went over to the door, leaning on it and listening for any sound that he was awake and, hearing nothing, she tried the door. It gave and she stepped back with a start of surprise. He had left it unlocked. Only did he do it purposefully or was it an oversight? Maria bit her lip and stared at the door which was now slightly ajar, thinking about what she should do now.

Moving to the clothes that were still on the dresser she sifted through them picking out a T shirt and sweat pants that had a tie so she could wear them and headed out the door to the bedroom. Looking around she saw him asleep on the bed in the living room. He wouldn't be asleep for long. If she was going to do something now was the time.

Reminants of the night before littered the floor and his packs were open there. She was sure they had items that she could use to restrain him and hold him for arrest. She could find the keys of the car and go for help telling them he had kidnapped and raped her. She would get around the videos somehow.

Tiptoing over to the front door she found it locked. The back door would probably be locked as well. Examination of the lock told her it would not be hard to pick. She had everything at her disposal to get back at him and send him to jail for a long time if she wanted to.

Maria stood there in indecision, the moments ticked by, moments he could awaken and catch her but still she stood perfectly still. She gripped the clothes in her hand, her knuckles white with the force of the grip, watching him while he slept and trying desperately to call up the hate she had always felt for him. Instead in the back of her mind she heard herself say sleepily,"Make love to me. Show me how to make love. For one night let me know how it feels to be loved."

She blushed deeply at the thought that she had given away her biggest secret but the rememberance of him doing just as she had asked her wouldn't go away. Finally, her hand slipped from the doorknob and she padded softly to the bathroom, slipping into the shower after locking the door securely.

The hot water felt like heaven and she stood there letting the beads of heat beat down on her body before she went to pick up the wash cloth. Memories of him in the shower with her, kneeling down between her legs and making her moan in desire as his mouth worked magic made her cheeks flame with embarrassment and she roughly washed herself with the washcloth trying to push the memory away.

Once clean, she stepped from the shower and toweled off, drying her hair and combing it with her fingers letting it lay damply on her shoulders. She dressed in the T shirt and sweat pants, drawing the string tight around her waist and looking at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was wet and clung to her forehead, cheeks and shoulders in curly trendils as it always did when she had just washed it, she had no make up on and so her brown eyes seemed even bigger than usual because that was the most drawing feature of her face. She had always used make up to hide her eyes so that the people she was dealing with wouldn't think her soft. Her nipples pushed against her shirt, free because her bra was in tatters on the living room floor and they were hard due to the cold of the morning and the thoughts of a few minutes before not to mention the rough washing she had given them. The pants hid the curve of her legs because they were too big but the tightly cinched wasteband accentuated her slim waste. Her feet were bare but covered with the material of the sweat pants that were too long for her.

To Maria's mind she looked a mess but it would have to do. It wasn't like she was trying to look good for him. Not like she did for the media. But then why was she worried how she looked anyway? It was a sure bet he didn't care. He just saw her as a means to release his hostility and that was all. Even if they did have one night of love making it didn't mean his feelings for her had changed.

A growling from the pit of her stomache reminded her that she had not eaten since breakfast the day before. She had been too busy setting up her victum for the fall and getting ready for the press conference afterwards. Unlocking and opening the door she peered out and saw he was still asleep. Tiptoeing to the bags, she rummaged through them being as quiet as she could. Finding the bag that contained food she astutely ignored those that contained the instruments she could use to escape. She refused to explain to herself why and went about getting breakfast.

If Maria had let anyone close enough in her life they would have been able to say that one talent she had other than making people's lives miserable was that of cooking. It was something she enjoyed and one of the only things she held a passion for. It was also something she didn't let on to anyone. How could you think someone was a big, hard cop if you knew they were home on their off times making Quiche and Crepes?

Finding pans in the cupboard she went about making pancake mix, putting in seasonings to give them a hint of cinnamon. Soon the kitchen smelled of sizzling bacon, cooking pancakes and brewing coffee. As she worked she fell into the habit she often did of humming songs and moving around the kitchen in time to the music. She soon lost herself in what she was doing and it seemed almost as if she was at home in her own kitchen doing the one thing she loved to do.

Suddenly she froze in the middle of taking the last of the bacon from the pan, the tune to the song she was humming frozen and dying in the air as she felt his eyes on the back of her head. Swallowing hard and placing the strips of crisp meat on the platter in front of her she simply said,"Breakfast is ready. The plates are on the counter."
 
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I'm usually a light sleeper. The presence of someone in the room will wake me up, even if they don't make a sound. So how i slept through her bagning around the pots and pans I have no idea. But I didn't wake up till she was just about done cooking.

Three things: She hadn't killed me in my sleep. She hadn't run. She'd made breakfast.

Made breakfast!

I sat up and watched her for a while though she didn't notice me. She really was a gorgeous creature. She was just wearing some oversize sweatpants and a tee shirt that was maybe a size or two too small, but there was no hiding that body's perfection nor the beauty of the soul who inhabited it. She was singing softly and dancing with herself, a silly dance, just shifting her hips a little, but it showed off her perfect back, and the sweats, hanging low on her hips, accented the way she moved. When she turned a bit I could see the exciting thrust of her breasts, the bone in her hip, her flat tummy.

She turned and I saw her face. I would not have thought it the same person. She wore no makeup, and her hair, just washed, framed her face in dark brown tendrils. Her eyes looked large and vulnerable but at the same time she seemed so terribly contented as she hummed and danced, tended her pots and pans.

I would have been happy to just watch her all morning. I had never seen her like this, Never even dreamed there was this kind of side to her. The light coming in the kicthen, slantinhg through the trees outside and making shafts in the smoky air just increased the feeling of unreality.

Then she turned and, looking at me through her hair like a jungle animal, she stopsped singing, stopped dancing. She put her face in neutral and stood up. "Breakfast is on the table."

I got up. I had put my shorts back on, but that was it. As I stood up she seemed to shrink back.

She knew about last night. Who was I kidding? How could she not know? Would she say anything about it?

I sat down and she came over with a pot of coffee. She stood not ten inches from me and filled my cup. I looked at her but she didn't meet my eyes. She went areound to the other side of the table and sat down.
 
Maria sat down at the opposite end of the small table, pulling her plate to her but ignoring the food that was on it. Instead she picked up her coffee cup and sipped at the hot liquid trying to think of something to say, anything to say at all.

Instead of finding something to say she watched him from under her eyelashes as he ate. He seemed to like her cooking and it gave her a good feeling to know he did. Her mother used to say that a man wouldn't complement your cooking but if he ate it than that meant he liked it. She didn't know how her mother came about that conclusion since they had a cook and she had never seen her mother lay a hand on a pot or pan but the saying had stuck with her anyway.

Putting the cup down she beratted herself for the thought. Why should she care if he liked it or not? Why had she even cooked him breakfast. Wait a minute, she had cooked breakfast for her because she was hungry. Than why wasn't she eating?

Sighing about asking herself questions she didn't have the answers to she pushed her chair away and went to the sink, filling it in order to do the pots and pans she had used. The work gave her something to think about besides silly questions that didn't matter anyway.

She wanted to ask him about last night but she couldn't find the words to bring it up. Was afraid what he would say if she did bring it up but she could feel the weight of the subject heavy between them. And she could feel he wasn't about to approach the subject.

Wiping down the counter she realized she had been working on the same spot for the last few minutes and she dropped the towel on the counter resuming her seat across from him.

Clearing her throat she broke the silence between them. "What now?" She said, her voice soft and her eyes hidden from him. "Where do we go from here? Do you release me or..." Or what? What else was there? They stay here together and live out the dream like they did last night? Was that even possible? Was it even in the realm of reality? What was she thinking?

"Anger...Danny..." She began again hoping to find something to convey what she was thinking,"I...I know how you feel about me. I can't apologize for the person I am. I can't blame you for your anger but I promise I will stop harrassing you. I can go and get tranfered to another precinct and you won't even have to see me again." It wasn't what she wanted to say. But what could she tell him? That she was a changed person? One night wasn't going to change her though she did see things differently now. That he had reached a place inside of her no one else had? She was too scared to admit that. Too frightened to give anyone that kind of power over her. Or at least let them know that they had that kind of power.

She sighed and placed her hands in her lap, twisting them together in a nervous gesture as she added. "My superior will probably be glad to see me go." A married man with an affair hanging over his head was likely to look at the departure of the other woman with relief. "And I can make sure that the evidence I hid against your buddies are delivered to him before I go."

She sat back and waited for him to answer. Was it enough for him to let her go? Did she really want him to? What the hell was wrong with her? Of course she wanted him to. But that small knot of uncertainty wouldn't go away and she waited tensely for his answer.
 
Breakfast was good. Very good. Like she'd really made an effort to make it good. I think she had a problem withg me eating it though.

In any case, she didn't eat anything. She was nervous as a cat, her eyes were everywhere except on me. She was obviously upset. Upset but not angry. It was strange to see her like this, and I have to admit, SOB that I am, it made me feel good to see her like this.

This was what I was looking for. This was the kind of change in her I was hoping for. I wanted to see her sorry. I wanted to see her contrite. I wanted to see her appreciate what she'd done to people. I wanted her brought down.

But at the same time I hated to see her this way. She was really confused. She was grasping at straws. I couldn't figure out what was bothering her so much. Like she'd had some sort of conversion over night? I couldn't believe that. Because of our session last night? She'd hardly been awake.

Then she started talking. I hadn't known about her having an affair with her boss. That was something I had to think about. She was like that, huh? She could just use it like that, just give herself away. It made me think twice about what happened last night. How much was what she gave me worth to her? And how much was just smoke screen?

I listened to what she had to say. I wasn't impressed. This news about her affair was burning in my stomach, making me feel like an idiot to think there might have been something there. I felt the lump of rage return to my chest.

Well what did I expect? hearts and violins?

I got up and went into her room and got the cuffs.

"Come here." I said.
 
OOC: Maria never mentioned her affair. She was thinking it. But I will work with it.

IC: He was angry at her and she didn't know why. What had she said that had set him off? It had seemed that they had come to a truce before but now he was ready to go back to the way it was.
Slowly an angry fire burned inside her and she squared her shoulders and turned toward him, her eyes flashing in defiance.

"No," She said her voice cold as ice,"You have already done enough to me. You have done more to hurt me than any other person..." a voice echoed in her head: My father, my mother, the boy who took my virginity and laughed about it......has done."

Her voice rose as she stared him down. "What the hell do you want from me? What is it you are trying to get? Revenge? Isn't what you have done enough? Do you want to see me break? I have been there and done that. Too many times to count. I was broken before I even left home. You can't hurt me more than that." Again the voice echoed with ghost voices from her past: "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me...please...Daddy, you're drunk...you don't know what you're doing...don't..."

"Do you want my body? You have taken it and been given it and still it isn't good enough for you. I thought...I thought that last night I had found something that could prove everything I had ever thought about men and love was wrong but now I see I was right. And the voice came back to taunt her again: Please Daddy, please...I won't do it again...Do you still love me Daddy? Please love me...I'll be good...I promise."

"You used my weakness, my dreams against me and now you are not going to be satisfied until I am laying at your feet bleeding in body and soul."

Striding up to him, she glared at him for a moment and then she put her arms out together in front of her stiff in her defiance of him.

"Go ahead. Do your worst. It doesn't matter anymore," She said her voice dead as if he had pierced her very soul. "Do what you want, I can't stop you. I never could." The voice returned: "Stop it, please stop it...you're hurting me..."

Taking a deep breath she added. "But you are no better than I am. You use what you have to get what you want. Go ahead. Do it and get it over with. I don't care anymore."
 
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"But you are no better than I am. You use what you have to get what you want. Go ahead. Do it and get it over with. I don't care anymore."

"Don't get on your moral high horse with me, Maria! I don't get what I want by fucking people over for life! I don't sent people up for five-to-ten just so I can get my picture in the fucking paper! I'm not sucking my boss' dick and spitting it out over my shoulder just so I can get the plum jobs and be his golden girl who can do no wrong!
"And you've got the fucking nerve to start crying and pulling this "oh poor me!" crap just because we have some rough sex? And just because I've got the goods on you and the world's gonna know the kind of crap you've been pulling?
"So you've had it rough. Well we've all had it rough. What makes you so fucking special that you get to fuck other people around to get what you want? You born with a special permit or something?
"These guys you set up, you don't even give a shit about them. It's all "what's this gonna mean to me?" "How can I get out of this"? This whole thing is nothing but a bump in your goddamn career for you, isn't it? Just a public relations problem."

I stood up so fast I knocked the chair over. I was furious. She was trying to play me again, only this time with a different routine. She wasn't the tough guy now. Now she was the poor hapless victim with the heart of gold.

I stalked out of the room and got the cuffs. I buckled them on her wrists and clipped them together behind her back, then pushed her down onto the daybed in the kitchen. It was time to have it out with her. And it was time to figure out where I went from here.

"And I'm supposed to believe that just because we made love while you were asleep, you've become some kind of new person? Seen the error of your ways, turned over a new leaf! You muist think I'm pretty damned stupid to buy that!"

She was slumped against the wall with her hands bound behind her, glaring at me under a fall of hair. I could feel the fury in her eyes. SHe was just the same as when I'd brought her in last night.

I went over to her, grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. I pulled the sweat panats down over her ass so they bunched at her feet. She screamed in anger and tried to twist away. I got my hand in the neckband of her tee shirt and ripped, tearing it to shreds and exposing her breasts.

Then I stopped. She was sobbing, standing naked in front of me, hising behind her hair. I looked at that beautiful body and felt sick.

I pushed her back on the daybed and turned around.

"You've got nothing I want." I said. "Nothing."

I walked out, leaving her there. I locked the front door behind me, got in the car and opened the glove compartment. There was the package with the tapes in it. I could drop them off in town and call the cops from there. Tell them where she was and then head over to my lawyer's house. He'd put me up till the initial furor calmed down, then I'd turn myself in and face the music and the hell with it.

I was sorry I'd gotten involved in the whole thing. It had stupid from the start.

You know how it is when you plan a big thing, a big event, and you picture how great it'll feel when it comes off. But all you ever think about is yourself, how you'll feel; how great it'll be for you when you feel like that. You never seem to think about the complications: how other people will feel, and how that'll crimp your own great moment.

I didn't know what I expected from her. For a flash of light to come out of the clouds and her to say "Oh Danny! I see the error of my ways! I'll be a good and caring person from now on! I promise promise promise cross my heart and hope to die! How can I ever thank you for showing me the path to true happiness!"
I just hadn't even figured on her not wantingh to change, that she would fight to stay what she was just as hard as I'd fight to change her.

Change her? Right. As if you can change anyone.

I pulled up at the end of the winding drive where it met the highway. Not a car, not a soul. The old mailbox stood there leaning slightly. I could just drop the tapes in there and raise the flag. Postman would pick them up.

By now I'd calmed down somewhat. I found a cigarette and lit it, sat smoking in the car and thinking.

Who was I kidding? I U-turned out on the highway and headed back to the cabin.
 
"Goddamn Bastard!" She hissed as she struggled with the handcuffs on the daybed, her anger partly directed at herself for breaking down in tears. "He hasn't changed a bit! Still the fucking bastard that made snide comments behind my back!"

She struggled for a bit and then lay back, her chest heaving as she fought to calm down. What did he fucking want from her? And apology for being who she was? Her to turn into a 'good little girl'? Well she had been that and what had it gotten her?

She closed her eyes and the visions came. Her father had gotten home and he was drunk as usual. Jose Delgado, Big Shot Lawyer who seldom won a case. Who won his cases by any means possible including badgering and buying off witnesses and hiding evidence was drunk again. He came in and yelled for his wife Sylvia but she wouldn't answer. Of course not, she was passed out on the bed in their room if she made it that far that night. Just as drunk as her husband.

Maria would be hidden behind the couch or in a closet hoping and praying that her father wouldn't find her. Hoping that he would just pass out on the stairs or by her mother or stumble and fall down the stairs and never wake up. Anything to prevent him from hitting her. She had already endured a beating from her mother. It didn't matter for what. She had dropped a cup and broke it or been too loud or turned the TV up too high. Any excuse to take her anger out on her daughter who was growing into a beautiful young lady. Jealousy came out easily when you drank.

"Look at that body of yours," Her mother would say a sneer on her face,"Pretty soon you will be twisting the boys around your finger, won't you? Using that body to get what you want? Just like your father's fucking whores at work." And the beating would begin.

Her father would get mad when she showed interest in a boy calling her all sorts of names that made her cheeks flame. She was a slut, a whore, just looking to find someone to set her up in life and she would never amount to anything. She would never make her parents proud. That would start the second beating of the day. And that was when they were drunk.

When they were sober, which wasn't often, they would let her know that she was a dissapointment to them. She could still hear their voices telling her that she had fallen short of their expectations and how could they have raised a child with so little potential? She would cry and beg them to give her another chance. "Just let me try again, I'm sorry, I'll do better." I'm sorry...I'll do better...You still love me, Daddy, please tell me you love me...I'll do better...I promise. But she never could and she knew it.

Laying there, her wrists raw she could feel the blood from her wrists slicken the handcuffs. The tears were spent. Tears she swore she would never shed again. Tears that bastard had made her spill and why? Because he made her care again? Fuck! When would she ever learn?

Shivering, Maria tried to get control of herself. She didn't care! She didn't! They could say what they wanted but it didn't matter because she didn't care! The kids at school, her parents, Her fellow cops, nothing they said behind her back mattered. She was the Ice Bitch and she liked it that way. If you were cold and calculating than no one could get near you. No one could hurt you. No one could make you cry.

Only he had. He had made her cry now and He had made her cry in school when she had heard him make his comments as she walked stiffly down the hall. They thought her stiffness was due to a better-than-thou attitude. She wondered what they would have said if they had known she was trying not to show the pain from her last beating. She never went out with anyone because she was afraid someone would see the marks on her. Her parents were smart, they never made a mark that clothing wouldn't cover. No one would know. No one could ever know.

And so she had gotten the reputation for being cold and icy and she found out that people left 'The Ice Bitch' alone. And thats what she wanted. To be alone. All alone where no one could hurt her. Only she had made the mistake of letting somone get close...twice now and with the same results.

Tony, a guy in school had pursued her. It had taken him a long time but Maria had finally come around. If he chased her so much in spite of her reputation he must really like her and maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who cared, who she could share her feelings with, who would be there for her. But she was wrong. He had made a side bet with his buddies that he could bed her and when he had found out she was a virgin he considered that a bonus. The day after they had hooted and hollered at her and let her know she had been taken down. The Ice Bitch had fallen. You got nothing I want, Bitch Tony had said and Danny's words echoed along with them. You got nothing I want! Nothing!

After that she redoubled her efforts to keep people away. They used her well she would use them. Her mother had always told her she could use her looks and body to get what she wanted well it was about time she got something for herself. Her father had shown her how to manipulate people and how to get around the law so now she would use that to make sure no one could take away what she had ever again.

Now every time she was in front of a camera she was looking out at her parents flaunting the fact that she had made something of herself in spite of them. Whenever she made a bust she was just taking people like Tony and Danny off the streets. It didn't matter if they had done what she was busting them for. They were going to do it sooner or later and she was saving somone else from being hurt. Wasn't she?

God! Why did that bastard have to go and make her open up again? Why the fuck did he have to be gentle. If he had just stayed with his goddamn plan, whatever it was, she could have handled it. She could take the rough stuff, she had all her life it just proved everything she had ever thought about people. Hell, she even liked it sometimes. When you go through your life getting hit you either develop a fetish for it or you lose it. And she was too tough to lose it.

Only she didn't feel tough right now. She felt small and scared and she longed to go back to last night where she was being held and 'loved' and warm. It had been a dream, an illusion but it was better than anything she had ever had before.

Goddamn, Fucking Bastard!
 
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I pulled up outside the cabin, then sat there like I was paralyzed. I didn't know what the hell I was doing anymore, and I knew it. And the cardinal rule says that when you don't know what you're doing, don't do anything. I could count the times I'd followed the cardinal rule on my cock.

I still had the tapes in my car. I hadn't mailed them, hadn't called the cops.

I got out of the car, unlocked the front door and walked in. Maria was still on the daybed, the sweats around her ankles, her tee shirt in shreds. She hid her face tfrom me, turning it to the side, but I could tell she'd been crying from the way she was breathing.

"I came back." I said.

It took her a lot of effort to control her tears. "Fuck you." she said.

"Turn around. Let me get those things off you."

She didn't move. I took her shoulder to turn her around. She was hot and I could see the tears still on her face, feeli her trembling to contain her emotions. Her wrists were raw and bloody from the cuffs.

I unbuckled them and threw them in the corner. I knelt down on the floor and tried to grab her face. I wanted to see if she was really crying and why. Was it rage at me or sorrow for herself? But when I tried to take her head she growled and pushed my hands away.
 
Maria pulled her face from him and batted his hands away. She was angry and frightened and lost in her own battle inside. Sobbing she pulled her torn shirt around her and doing nothing to conceal herself at all.

She sat there, huddled up, her sweats still around her ankles fighting to control hereself, to bring back the coldness in herself but she couldn't. It was gone or deeply hidden. He had broken through and she couldn't regain her composure or get her emotions under control enough to lock them up again.

"Why, damn it?!," She sobbed almost to herself,"Why did you do it? Why did you have make me feel again? Why couldn't you just do what you wanted and left me alone?"

Her voice began to rise and the tears to fall even heavier. She had totally lost control. She lifted her gaze and her eyes fell on him and she had a target for all her anger, her fear and her anguish. Lashing out she struck him in the shoulder but it was weak and unaimed, she was simply striking out and she didn't care at that moment if her blows hit home or not.

She flailed at him, blows he was easily able to fend off. Not the blows of a trained cop but those of a woman or small girl striking out at what she thought of as the source of her pain. And all the time she was ranting at him.

"Why, damn it, why?!," She cried in great heaving sobs,"I was fine! fine! Nobody could touch me! Nobody! Not my father, not my mother, not you...especially not you! They left me alone, everybody left me alone! No one could hurt me! Not ever again!"

She fell forward, catching herself on him, her whole body shaking as her hands pressed into his chest steadying herself a moment before she slumped forward burying her head in his chest. She didn't care anymore, let him do what he wanted, it just didn't matter anymore.

Still she sobbed against him, her voice growing raspy and weak with tears and the yelling she had done.

"Why, goddamn it...Why!?"
 
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I wasn't surprised when she slapped my hands awat from her. But I hadn't expected her to erupt into such fury. She slapped at me. And slapped at me again. Then she got to her feet and just started wailing at me, kicking, hitting, hysterical. She was screaming and crying, coming at me as I warded off her blows. She wasn't thinking. She just struck at me out of pure depserate rage.

I didn't know what set her off like this, but I welcomed it.

"Come on Maria, hit me! Hurt me! Come on you little bitch! Come get me!" I taunted her as she rained her fists on my arms, out of her mind.

"Why, damn it, why?!," she screamed "I was fine! fine! Nobody could touch me! Nobody! Not my father, not my mother, not you...especially not you! They left me alone, everybody left me alone! No one could hurt me! Not ever again!"

Finally she threw herself at me, her strength spent. I grabbed her wrists and held her as she sobbed against my chest, shaking like a leaf. I wrapped me arms around her and held her tight, her breasts srushed against my naked chest. She wept like her very heart was breaking, like all the frustration and all the anger she'd ever felt was coming out nonstop, and I just held her and held her and let it come, standing there in the middle of the floor.

By the time she calmed down enough that I felt I could relax my grip, my chest was soaked. She was still crying, but not the soul-wrenching sobs of before. I pressed her face against my chest and ran my fingers through her hair. She was suddenly so small, so fragile. I grabbed her hair and slowly pulled her face away from me.

Her eyes were red and streaming, her lips swollen from crying. I pressed my lips against her mouth, but she could not stop. She didn't pull away from me, my she put her hands against me.

"No." she said between the tears, "No, please!"

I picked her up. She weighed practically nothing, and I put her on the bed in the living room. I got next to her and held her close as she rolled against me, hiding her face against my dhouler, her hands clasped to her chest.

"It's all right Maria." I said. "That's all over. We're done with that now. I won't hurt you anymore. I believe you now. I believe you."

Slowly she calmed down. I don't know how loing I was lying there holding her. My arms started to ache, but I wouldn't let her go, and every time my grip started to relax she would push harder against me, as if she wanted to disappear.

I kissed the side of her face. I brushed her soaked hair away from her face, and rubbed my cheek against hers. She was hot and damp and exhausted, and our bodies felt like we were stuck together. Her sweats were still around her ankles, and as I stroked her body I was running my hands over her back and down over her ass. I hadn't even been aware of it until I felt her start to stir every time I touched her there. It was only then that I rmembered that she was naked and I started to get aroused at the feel of her skin beneath my fingers.

She was quiet now, and she worked her arms free and searched out my face. She turned her headso that she was facing me and she began to kiss me very tenderly on my cheek and jaw, as if she were frightened of what she was doing. When I finally turned my face so that we were face toi face, we just lie there with our lips against each other, not even kissing, just touching like that. She stroked my face.

ANd then she kissed me. Full and tender on the mouth. Her small hands stroked my cheeks gently as if trying to draw something out of my mouth, then explored my lips as if she were blind and had never known a man's face before.

She kissed me again, and I felt my asrousal grow. This kiss was rich with passion and desire, but still tentative, still frightened. She was still unsure, still prepared to withdraw. I tightened my grip on her behind and pulled her to me, then wrapped her in my arms and just held her. I would wait as long as it took.
 
His arms were tight around her making her feel safe and yet vunerable at the same time. She welcomed it and yet wanted no part of it. Loved him for holding her and hated him as well for all he had done.

She lay there in his arms, her sobbing dying away to sniffles as she felt his hands caressing her face, back and backside. She was exahusted and spent and she didn't feel she had the strength to resist anymore. Slowly it filtered into her mind that he was being gentle again, his movements were soft and slow and he made no move to go any further than comforting her.

Only now could she recall that he had told her it was over, that he wouldn't hurt her anymore. But she didn't know, didn't trust that he would. She had long ago lost her faith in others. She was the only one she could trust. Everyone else took what they wanted and left.

Then, as she began to relax in his arms she began to feel the beginings of arousal. His stroking and gentle kisses were making her move to the tempo of his strokes on her skin and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes, the fear that this would be just like the last time curled up inside her like a heavy stone.

She lay there for the longest time wondering what to do next. To move on with this was to open herself up for him to hurt her again. He promised he wouldn't and how she wished she could believe he would keep that promise. She wanted very much to go back to last night, to be under him and experiencing that pure emotion and passion that they had shared but did she dare?

Moving slowly she put her hands to his face, kissing him gently and tentively, waiting for his reaction to it, waiting for him to say the equivalant of 'I gotcha, Bitch. Now you are really going to hurt' but it never came. Slowly the kisses got nearer his mouth and she became still, her hands brushing along his face remembering back in school when she used to spie on him when he wasn't looking, wondering what it would be like to touch him like this, to be this close to him. But she had heard his comments when she passed them and she knew it would never happen.

But it was happening and she closed the gap between them, kissing him full on the lips, testing him and tasting him at the same time, afraid that at any moment the spell would be broken and they would be back to where they were before.

But all he did was draw her nearer and wait, just holding her. Burying her head in his shoulder she lay there just feeling him close, her breath warm on his shoulders. Finally she shrugged. What more was there to lose?

Speaking in a small voice she said,"I don't care about the physical pain. You can grow used to it. I just...just can't stand..." A small sob began to work it's way out of her throat and she swallowed it back and changed her direction of talk.

"In school I used to watch you, did you know that? I used to hate you because you had it so easy. No matter what you did you always came out on top. Even when you were in trouble. Nobody ever held it against you. You were popular with almost everyone and when you did something they would always say 'that's just Danny for you'. It made me angry and jealous and...and it made me want to be there with you too. I wanted to be one of those ditzy girlfriends you took out to parties and drove around on your bike. Not having a care in the world."

She paused, thinking she had said too much already. She had just given away another of her secrets to him and she didn't know why. Falling silent, she held very still in his arms.
 
Her eyes seemed so naked. She searched my face, looking for any sign of cruelty, of mockery. She was waiting for it, expecting it. The slightest sign of coldness or pity and I knew I'd lose her. This moment, this openness, would never come again.

All I could do was be honest with her. As honest as I knew how to be. And gentle. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. I didn't want to do anything to hurt her again.

"Is that how I looked?" I asked. "Because that's not what I felt. I was scared. My whole time in high school I was scared. And lonely. And I used to look at you and envy you. 'Look at her, She's got it all together. Grades, money, family, looks. Whatever she wants, it's hers. No fears, no worries, no one ragging her ass all the time, no hustling around trying to get some money in her pocket. No wonder she won't even look at me'."

I saw her eyes search my face to see if I was making fun of her. I wasn't. It was true.

"You know what I wanted to be when I was in high school?" I asked her. "I wanted to be an architect. I don't think I've even told anyone that. Not until this day. They would have laughed in my face. Can you imagine? Danny Anger: architect. I had to make myself fail in math just so my friends wouldn't think I was a pussy. I didn't even have the guts to go after what I wanted. Not until it was way too late."

I thought I saw her smile a little. I don't know if she was smiling at what I told her or the idea of me in my black leather jacket riding around with blueprints in my pocket. But I didn't care. It was just good to see her smile, even a little.

"Really? An architect?" she asked siffing just a little.

"Yep. I wanted to design buildings."

"And really, you used to envy me?"

I looked at her. "Maria. I was in love with you. I wanted you so bad it used to drive me crazy sometimes."

Her big eyes stared into mine, then she shook her head in disbelief. "But why? Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Why didn't I say anything?" I asked her. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go to a party with me or ride on my bike? And why did I love you?" I had to close my eyes and tyhink. She had been such a fact of life with me, I had to go back to how I felt in shigh school and remember tyhose feelings. They weren't very far from the surface.

"Because you were beautiful." I siad. "Not just pretty. I mean, you had it inside, You used to just glow with it. You still do. Even though you try to hide it and cover it up."

"When you were making breakfast this morning." I said. "I was watching you. You're just a joy to watch. When you're happy like that and just being yourself, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

She closed her eyes and shook her head and I saw the tears start again. I didn't know what I'd said. I'd meant every word,
 
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Maria listened, wondering if he was just being nice and telling her what she wanted to hear but something inside her said he wasn't. What was more he had listened to her and not made fun of her. Nobody had done that. Not in a long time. Not ever in fact.

When he said she was beautiful, even inside she shook her head and buried her face in his neck not wanting him to see her tears or the disgust she had for herself in her eyes.

"But I'm not," She said and her voice told him she was telling him what she felt, not anything to cause him to have pity for her. "I'm not beautiful inside or out. I don't want to be. I..." She couldn't stop the tears from coming though she tried.

"Damn," She said wiping them away furiously. Taking a deep breath she hesitated a moment and then let it all go. She told him of how her mother and father were. About Tony. About how she had not dated because she didn't want anyone to find out about her home life and how she had decided that noone was ever going to hurt her again.

Somehow she just opened up. It seemed the right thing to do at the moment. She wanted him to understand that she never approached him, not because she didn't want to but that she was afraid of him and his reaction to who and what she really was.

"I guess I decided that being the Ice Bitch was better than letting someone close enough to hurt me again." She gave a huge sigh and looked over his shoulder to the wall. She just couldn't meet his eyes when she told him she wasn't the girl he thought she was.

"I guess I forgot how other people would feel. Or maybe I just didn't care. At some point I just didn't care. As long as I was safe than nothing else mattered." She thought long and hard trying to remember when the good little girl had turned into a heartless bitch but she couldn't. Had she been this way for so long that her other self was completely gone?

"I suppose I could have done something different, gone the opposite way. But all I could see was my own interests. My mother always said I would be able to use my looks for getting what I wanted. Expected it I guess. So, what the hell? As long as I am going to be accused of the crime I might as well do it. And my father was always doing things to manipulate people and circumstances to his own purpose. Thats how he won his cases so many times. I learned alot from him."

She swallowed and tried to turn away from him. She wouldn't look at him. He would be angry now. Knowing she knew what she was doing and still did it for her own benefit. Knowing that she really was that hateful bitch he had come to loath. Had taken that path conciously in fact. She shivered a bit as she anticipated his anger and hatefulness again but she couldn't take the words back now. For whatever reason had posessed her to let him in so deeply to her very soul he now knew who and what she really was.
 
"Listen to yourself." I said to her when she'd finished, and she suddenly became suspicious, waiting for me to attack her. "Listen to what you're saying. This isn't Maria the cop talking to me now, is it? This is the real you. This is the girl who's been trapped inside."

She bit her lip and turned her face away but I pulled her back to look at me.

"I know now." I said. "You might still be able to fool other people, but I know now. I guess I've known since last night. You don't have to be the Ice Bitch with me, Maria, because I won't buy it anymore. Just like I used to be the tough guy who didn't give a shit, and I had to give that up because it was killing me. Now you've got to say goodbye to Miss Hardass, because she's not doing you any good anymore. In fact, she's dragging you down. She's killing you."

The idea of letting go seemed to terrify her though. She thought she was in too deep. She thought she'd been too evil, screwed too many people over. There was no hope.

"It's not a choice for you anymore, Maria. You've got to let her go. And I don't want to hear this stuff about what a rotten person you are, because you're not. You're just trying to let yourself off the hook. It's a lot easier to just pretend you're some kind of monster than it is to change, isn't it? But I'm not going to let you get away with that."

I laughed at that. "I guess I've become your conscience, Maria. Every time you see me you'll remember that I know. And you know what your conscience says you're going to do?"

She shook her head. I had it all figured out now. "You're going to quit the force before they kick you off, and you're going to finish law school whatever it takes. And then you're going to go back and do whatever you can to help the people you've put away. Make things right for them. That's all anyone can do."

It was early afternoon by now. The sun had passed overhead and it was warm, but there was a breeze blowing through the tree tops bringing in summery smells from the fields around us, and blowing the curtains in on the few open windows.. We were both tired of talking, worn out from the emotional storms we'd just been through. But I was so nice just lying there holding her, feeling her breathe.

"You must be starving." I said. "You haven't eaten anything since we got here."

I started to get up, but she made a sound of protest and wouldn't let me go. I didn't argue.

The breeze was inside now, warm on our skin. "You're still naked." I teased her, and I felt her nod against me. "SHould I pull your pants up?" She shrugged and snuggled in closer.

"The way you were last night?" she asked me. "Is that the way you are? I mean, when I was sleeping and you kissed me and we... you know. Is that they way you are? Is that they way you make love?"

I smiled. "I don't know. I guess so. Sometimes."
 
She listened to him as she had listened to no one before. She didn't know why she should do what he said but something inside her wanted her to do it. Snuggling there beside him she could actually see how she could do it. How she could stop being this person who everyone hated and start being someone...someone who people looked up to. Really looked up to.

She couldn't help but ask him about last night. His answer surprised her a bit and she stared up at him. "You like being in charge, don't you? I mean you like it when no one can tell you what to do. I saw that when we were at school. You always went out of your way to prove to others you could do everything they said you couldn't.

A smile came on her lips and she added,"So I don't know why you didn't make your dream of building things come true." She bit her lip and thought a moment, he hand moving along his chest in an unconcious movement, the feel of his skin as pleasurable as the sun coming in to warm them. She could also feel a warmness inside of her at the touch of their bodies and the fact that he now knew all her secrets, who she really was and why but she had to tell him something first.

"Okay." She said at last,"I will do it. It's not going to be easy. Not many people will believe I can do it..." She looked up at him with wide eyes,"But if you believe I can than I will try my best. I promise."

Moving closer to him, her breasts pressed against his chest she began to kiss along his neck and up to his ears pausing only long enough to say in a soft voice,"But you have to promise me you will try for your dream too. You have to have something to do besides following me around and being my conscience." She gave a soft laugh and kissed the side of his mouth, her fear gone for now in this lazy, setting far away from the real world.

"Show me how you make love," She whispered excitment mixed with a small trill of fear as her hand moved over his chest and belly to caress his thighs and then his manhood,"All of it. Show me how you make a woman feel like she is yours and only yours. If just for today...show me."
 
I felt my need for her uncoil like a living thing as she whispered to me, inviting me to make love to her. It had been lying there waiting all that time, through all the anger and tears and reconciliation we'd just been through, and now I felt it spread through me, like a flower opening to the sun. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to live my fantasy with her, to give herself, and I was overwhelmed by her gift.

I kissed her softly and ran my hand down over the curves of her body, her breast, her ribs, her hip, the smoothness of her leg.

"Do you really want to see what I'd do if I were making love to you? If you were really mine?"

She recognized the loaded question and smiled at me, then stretched luxuriantly, showing me that she ws there for me, that she wanted to play.

"Wait here." I said. "Don't go anywhere."

Again I saw her smile as I got off the bed. I went to my box of stuff. I got out my best cuffs. Fleece-lined so they wouldn't chafe. I took off her sweats and attached cuffs to her ankles and then to her wrists. As she watched me I could see the heat building in her eyes, but I was worried about what she might think. Being restrained couldn't have very pleasant connotations for her since the last time I did this to her. But she didn't object.

I tied her ankles to the footboard and her arms to the ends of the headboard, so she was spreadeagled on the bed. If she was worried, she didn't show it. She pulled gently against the bonds, twisting sensuously, testing her restrictions. She knew how to play. I couldn't believe she never thought about this either. She was juist too good at it.

"This is what I used to dream about in high school." I said to her. "High school, hell. Every night. In prison, when I got out. You, just like this. Mine."

It was so much better than the day before. It was making love compared to assault and rape. I heard once that bondage is a symbolic thing. A way of expressing my fantasy of owning her. Maybe that's true. I only know that she looked so terribly beautiful and sexy tied to that bed that I could could hardly stand it.

I lay down beside her, looked into her deep eyes and saw her trust, her willingness and excitement. I kissed her lips tenderly, barely touching hers, just feeling her breath on my lips. With my fingers I traced her lips, the bones of her face, her eyes, her eyebrows, down along the line of her jaw as my lips followed, worshipping her.

My hand went to her breast. No squeezing, nothing that crude. I dragged my fingers over it, just appreciating her softness, the smooth feel of her skin, the resilience of her flesh. She moaned slightly and licked her lips, which made me kiss her again, teasing her now and tickling her with my tongue. I could feel her as she pulled against the ropes and arched her back slightly, pushing her breast into my hand.

Again my lips followed my fingers down her neck, acorss her chest, and up the sweet swell of her breast. I planted puckered kisses on her warth, sliding my lips over her skin, circling her nipple, and my hand explored the drop where her ribs ended and the soft hills of her belly began.

Her skin was like silk, like velvet, but alive and responsive, trembling and seeking my touch. I laid my cheek on her breast so I could hear her heart beating with her growing excitement, and I caressed her body, seeking to understand every countour, every valley. It was just a joy to touch her and feel her repsond, to know I was giving her pleasure.

And it was good that she was bound, because as my fingers explored her shaven mons, she began to writhe and twist, to moan out loud, urging me on. I couldn't torment her like this but I didn't want it to end. I slid down her body,m trrailing my tongue as I went, licking and kissing a meandering path down to the center of her desire.

Once she realized what I was going to do, she tried to pull her legs together. "No, Danny! No. Please. Let me do it to you! Please!"

"Shhh!" I said. "I'm in charge, remember." I lowered my face to her pussy.

I didn't touch her at first. I just looked, admiring her. Her soft pink petals, her most secret place. I softly kissed the insides of her thighs. I licked them, tasting just a hint of her moisture. I slid my tongue up to where her leg met her body and explored that joint, the very edge of her sex. As I kissed her her tenderly I unclipped her anmkles. The bondage would jet hamper me now, keep me from doing what I wanted.

With her legs free she immediately brought her knees up and squeezed my head between her thighs, blocking out everything but the sound of the blood in her veins and her soft moans. I gently parted her thighs and sought her pussy. I kissed her, and kissed her again, just as if I were kissed her mouth, tenderly, then teasting. Taking a lip between mine and running my tongue along it. I could smell and taste her excitement now. I could feel her starting to tremble.

I took her ass in my hands and lifted her off the bed, holding her before my mouth as if she were a split melon or tropical fruit, and that's how I ate her. I licked her and sucked up her juice. I opened her lips with my nose and licked along her furrow, teasing her clit with the lightest possible touch. I felt her ass tighten in my hands as she began to reflexively hunch her hips at my mouth. I heard her gasp in pleasure, the trembling moan she made when I slid my tongue from her anus to the top of her pussy in long, slow strokes.

I didn't want to ever stop. I worshipped her, I loved her. I loved the feel of her body beneath my mouth, I loved the way she trembled at my kisses, the way she sought her pleasure at my mouth, the mindless things she said, the way she begged me and rewarded me with gasps of pleasure that only increased her need. I pushed my tongue into her as far as it would go, covering her entire pussy with my mouth, seeking to taste the very limits of her, the deep honey I knew she had inside. There was nothing in the world but her thighs around my head and the feel of her tenderness in my mouth as I licked her and sucked down her juice, probed her with my tongue, inhaled her scent with my every breath.

When I came up for air she was gasping and panting with desire, begging with me to fuck her now. She was close to the edge, but I wanted her to come. I licked two fingers, covering them with salive, and I gently worked them into her, turning them slowly to explore her. She gripped me tight. With my other hand I spread the petals of her sex and exposed her clit under its little hood of flesh, naked and eager foir my kiss. As I slid my fingers in and out I flicked her with my tongue, keeping up a rhythm in time to the tensing of her hips. Her moans took on a new tone, a very shallow gasping, holding her breath and mewling as I touched her. Her hands twisted in the bonds, the bed creacked aas she pulled at the rope with all her strength.

She cried out, she warned me. I could see her stomach muscles tense and quiver with the strain, her thighs tremble around me. Her pussy began to shiver and tighten on my pumping fingers. She arched her back, threw her head back and screamed, her hips jerking against my face as she came, screaming again and choking it off as she twisted and strained against the ropes and my mouth. I clung to her like a leach. I would not let her go until she had given me all of her ecstasy, all of her passion and pleasure, and she spasmed against me again and again before she collapsed onto the bed, her body red and feverish and covered with sweat.

Slowly I removed my fingers from her. I kissed her pussy goodbye for now, a lingering kiss that made her jump bacuse she was now so sensitive, still shuddering with aftershocks. I went up to her and kissed her mouth even as she panted for air; kissed her open mouthed so she could breath. I enfolded her in my arms, slipping one beneath her, held her to me, kissed her feverish forehead, stroked her face as she slowly came down to earth. I made her close her eyes and I spoke softly to her, telling her how good she was, how much I loved her.

Yeah: how much I loved her.

Well, it was true. I'd missed my chance years ago. I wasn't going to miss it now.
 
Maria was not afraid. She couldn't explain why she wasn't afraid this time and she refused to explore any feelings but those that he was causing within her. At first the sensations were pleasurable and she let herself be lost in a sea of that pleasure. But then they began to become intense as his hands and mouth continued to work at her skin, making it respond to his touch, his breath, his mouth and she began to moan and writh, the heat that had started in her pussy from the time she begged him to make love to her spread like a wildfire, setting everything within her aflame.

She gasped and murmured as he worked his way down, suddenly shivering at what he was about to do. She remembered the shower and how that brief encounter had aroused her so much. And he had already shown her that pleasure and she wanted to do the same for him. But he shushed her, reminding her who was in command and her head fell back on the pillow as she continued something inside her instantly obeying his voice.

She tugged at her bounds, not trying to get away but exploring this new sensation from within her. It was thrilling and yet frightening. She was at his complete command and he could do what he wanted with her now but somehow there was a comfort to that unlike earlier. She wondered if it had to do with the fact that she willingly had given him that control over her instead of him taking it by force. She remembered the jolt of electricity that seemed to travel down her spine as he called her his and was almost sure it was the reason. But the thought was fleeting and slipped her grasp the moment his lips first pressed against her inner thigh.

Tossing her head back, she struggled with the shackles on her wrists even as he loosened those on her ankles. Her thighs instinctively pressed together and pressed him between them, which was what her hands wanted to do right now, hold his face, stroke it and look into his eyes before he drank from her. But she was not allowed, he was in controll and a shiver ran along her spine again at the thought. She was completely his, trusting in him and open to him as she had been to no other man. It was exciting and frightening all at the same time.

Her cries were soft at first as he coaxed her already overheated body to respond to him but they increased as she felt his tongue move deeper within her and she could not hold back as his mouth engulfed her womanhood and he worked to bring her pleasure.

This was a new experience. Never before had a man cared about her own pleasure only what he could take or be given and the knowledge that this was unexplored territory made her very soul sing as she felt her orgasm build. Unable to stop it she called out to him, warning him that her juices were about to flow.

If he heard he took no notice but contiued to master her body to his will. Finally she could not hold back and she arched her back, gripping him between her thighs, head back, body tense and released her passion in wave after wave of soul wracking orgasm. Her body shook, she felt weak as it stopped being hers to order but became his, responding to his lightest touch.

The moment seemed to last forever but was over too soon as she lay, trembling her chest heaving not knowing where she was or caring. She was lost in a haze of sensations, none of them she wanted to stop. When she came back to her senses she was in his arms and he was kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips and it sent a warm feelign through her knowing he had been so close to her most intamate place.

She kissed him back and closed her eyes at his direction, luxuriating in the sense of being protected and loved. Loved? He had just said he loved her. Her heart beat fast and loud in her own ears. Could he mean it? Was he saying it just to please her? No, she listened to the tone of his voice, his words and she found the truth in them. He did love her and the idea shook her to her very foundation.

Tears began again but not tears of hurt or pain...ones of joy and love. Yes, she loved him too and not just this moment but for a long time. That was why she had gone after him so much, had made him her pet project. She loved him and hated the thought that she could not have him, that he was so much better than she was because he had turned his life around. She felt unworthy and was out to destroy the one thing she had come to care about when she was so young.

In a broken voice she murmured her love for him as well. Told him how she had loved him from almost the moment she saw him at school but had been too afraid to approach him. She kissed him lightly on the neck and chest, straining again at her bonds as she pleaded for him to let her pleasure him, to show her love for him. To, in some way, make up for all the misery she had ever caused him and to prove that her feelings were as real as she vowed they were.
 
So at last I had what I had wanted from her. Not by force, but through her willing giving of herself to me. And when she told me in that quaking voice that she loved me too, had always loved me, had pursued me and tormented me out of a desire to have me, my happiness was comnplete.

But by then I wasn't surprised at her feelings. It might sound egotistical on my part, but it wasn't like that at all. There had just been such intense feelings between us for so long that we both knew it couldn't just be hatred. Hatred doesn't have the strength to last that long. We'd been entangled in a net of desire and hurt and had just been too proud and stupid to see it for what it was all those years. And now it seemed like all those years had been nothing but a silly and destructive lovers' spat.

I loved her tied up like this. I loved the fact that she was my prisoner, and I loved the feeling that I could have my way with her. But sometimes you give the most by taking, and she'd been begging me to let her give back to me. I still hadn't felt her affection, freely given, so I relented.

I untied her wrists, removed her cuffs. As I leaned over her I said. "All right, Maria. I'm yours. Do with me what you will."
 
Smiling in happiness for the first time in her life, Maria's arms went about Danny the moment they were let loose. She moved over him to press her body to him, her breasts flattening on his chest, her nipples hard and tender letting him know she was very close.

She kissed him then, kissed him as she had dreamt of kissing him for a very long time. It was slow and passionate and her lips pressed against his opening his slowly so that she could explore his mouth with her tongue.

Her hands ran through his hair as her mouth took possession of his, giving just as much as she recieved, plunging into the warm depths and teasing him. It was a long kiss and they were both breathing heavily when it was done.

Maria looked down on Danny, her eyes shining and whispered,"Don't move." Then she began to kiss along his cheeks and down his neck, unable to resist stopping and nibbling on the flesh there. Her mouth ran down his chest, giving his own nipples a flick of her tongue her body still close as she moved down the length of him.

She stopped at his ribs to tickle and tease him with kisses and long licks before continuing. At his stomach she nipped the skin playfully, moving her own body just enough to make his manhood harder than it already was, teasing him with promises of what was to come. She spent quite a bit of time there, covering his flesh with kisses as her rocking body pressed his cock between their flesh and she only stopped when she heard him give a deep moan and his hips came up off the bed in reflex to his desire.

Laughing softly she continued her journey moving slowly down to uncover the throbbing hardness, gazing at it a moment before it too was showered in kisses, loving it as it jumped in response to her attentions. She could hear Danny above her, his breath quick and she could feel the muscles of his body tense with the effort it took not to take back control and pin her down, sliding his throbbing cock into her, oh so very, wet pussy.

She was not done yet, though, she wanted him to feel the sweet torture as well as the pleasure and, inside, she secretly savored that she could make his body react like this just from wanting to please him.

Her mouth moved from his cock to the sac beneath and she shouldered his thighs apart putting her head down to take first one side and then the other into her mouth, letting her tongue move over the flesh there, probing and licking and feeling them get tighter in her mouth before she let them go. She had a fleeting vision of herself with her face buried between his legs, the only thing visible her dark hair as she worked to make him as aroused as she was and it made her smile.

A few quick kisses on his inner thighs and she was back to his ridgid manhood. Gazing at it again Maria felt a shiver of desire go through her and she pushed it back. Now was the time for him to feel her soft passion. There would be plenty of time for mutual satisfaction later.

Dragging her tongue over the quavering flesh, Maria ran it around the soft head, glancing up to give Danny a mischievious look before she engulfed it with her mouth, her tongue still busy massaging it. Slowly, slowly she moved her mouth down taking more of it in, feeling his tense muscles tighten more as she played her tongue along the shaft.

She began to suck gently at first and then more insistantly, one hand going down to caress and massage his balls, giving him sensations in more than one part of his body. She swallowed, letting the head of his cock slide further down her throat, squeezing it with the muscles there even as her tongue continued to run up and down the length of him.

She moved her head up and down as she suckled him, and then from side to side letting her mouth squeeze him from different angles and she was rewarded with gasps from him as well as the feel of his hands entangling in her hair. She picked up the pace her sucking becoming more insistant and her hand gently squeezing his balls. Taking him in deeper she finally recieved him all into her mouth and throat, her nose buried in his soft hair, the musky scent of him filling her nostrils almost to overwhelming and she had to stop a moment and regain her senses. Never had she felt so overwhelmed by the nearness and smell of a man and it had a heady quality to it.

Beginning her movements again, she drew back to let all but the head of his cock leave her mouth and then plunged back down again. Again and again she took him in, her movements becoming faster as her sucking increased, his hands on her head encouraging her to go on.

She could feel the pulsing of his cock increase, could feel every vein as her tongue slid over it, could taste the precum it flicked over the head every time she pulled back. She knew he would be close to cumming and she wanted to do one more thing for him.

Moving down to thrust against his pubic hair once again she paused, her hand falling from where they stroked his tight balls to reach up and caress his stomach. She was still, swallowing and caressing his cock but making no move to continue. She was giving back control to him, letting him chose whether to finish here or pull out and take her in another fashion. She moved her head to caress he palms of his hands as they gripped her hair letting him know that he was in charge now, it could go as fast or slow as he wanted, all he had to do was guide her and she would follow.

It was her greatest surrender, her greatest victory. She was his now and she would follow his lead.
 
I knew what she was going to do as soon as she began sliding down my body, and I was already so hard and excited I was afraid I might go off before she got started, just from the feel of her body moving over mine, her big tits massaging against me as she moved.

I was though. I knew she wanted to do this for me as a gift, but so few women really know how to do pleasure a man with their mouth. They seem to feel that the fact that they'll do it at all is reason enough for you to feel grateful. I wasn't sure of Maria's experience and I didn't want to disappoint her.

I shouldn't have worried though. There is only one thing that really matters to me and that's whether she enojoys it or just does it out of a sense of duty, and Maria enjoyed it. She loved pleasuring me, and it showed. She wasn't above usiung a few tricks to put me firmly under her control, but she enjoyed having me in her mouth almost as much as I enjoyed being there. So I could let myself go, not worry whether she was getting tired or bored, and just wallow in the sensations she brought me.

Her kisses were met and sweet, and she treated my balls better than I do myself, with respect and tenderness. When she heard me gasp--no one can touch a man's testicles and not expect a strong and nervous response--she hummed with pleasure, and I could feel her hum in the core of my body.

She slid her lips over me, enclosed me in her warm and wet mouth and took me deeper than anyone has even taken me, until I felt the softness of her throat massaging my head and almost lost it right there. I cried out and could almost feel her smile with satisfaction.

Just as I could read her feelings in her kisses, I could tell her emotions by the way she used her mouth on me. She would go slow and suck hard, and I knew that she just loved the feel of me sliding over her tongue, or she would take me impossibly deep when she was suddenly overcome by the need to feel me inside her, or then she would relax and play with me, licking and crooning over my shaft when she just wanted to pleasure me and tease me.

"Oh Maria!" I sighed, "that's sooo good. Your mouth is so good on my cock, baby. Don't stop."

I lifted myself up on my elbows so I could watch her as she sank my prick into her mouth again and again. She looked up and met my eyes, and I saw the devilish pleasure she was having, giving me as good as she got. My hips started to pump of their own accord, which only heightened her excitement and made her suck me all the harder into her mouth.

A little thrill of pleasure ran through me and I felt myself spasm in readiness, squeezung a drop of precum into her mouth. I fell back on the bed, closing my eyes and groaning. Her hair was tickling my thighs, forming a curtain behind which she did her lascivious work, so I reached down and maved it out of the way so I could see.

She worried my prick like a dog with a bone, shaking her head from side to side, rubbing her hair against my hands. I knew she was prepared to take me all the way. I wanted to fuck her again. I wanated to see her face as I felt my cock inside her, but what she was doing felt so good, the thought of coming in her mouth so excitingly lewd. Just a little more...

I tangled my hands in her hair to hold her there and began top fuck her face as if it were her pussy, sliding my cock between her tight lips up and back, up and back as I pumped my hips at her. I couldn't stop now; I knew it. I didn't want to hurt her, but the urge to come was so strong now I lost control of myself. I held her hair tight, keeping her head in place while she groaned in anticipation. She could feel me shake and tremble in her mouth as all my muscles seemed to go rigid.

"Oh yes, Maria! Baby! I'm going to come! Baby, I can't stop! I'm going to come in your mouth! Oh Christ!"

She squealed with excitement, sucked me harder, her nails dug into my thighs which were rock hard now as I fucked her rapidly.

I gasped, I moaned as i felt the penet up semen begin to rush up my cock and the world went hazy. All there was was her mouth on me, her excited sucking, her tongue lashing me, encouraging me.

I bucked up off the bed, slamming my groin into her as the first blast of ecstatic release gushed into her mouth and she screamed a muffled, cock-stuffed scream. I couldn't stop now and thrust up again; another blast, then another, then it all poured out as she clung to me, swallowing and moaning, licking me, squeezing out evey drop, pressing my ass to hold me tight against her face till I had given her all I had.

And even then she was reluctant to let me go. I collapsed back onto the mattress, my body still shudderiing with aftershocks, and she finally released my deflating cock from her mouth.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so I could kiss her, shoved my tongue in her mouth to taste my own semen. I put my arms around her and held her close.

Sometimes there's just nothing you can say; there are no words. I couldn'tr say 'thank you', I couldn't say 'that was great'. I just hope shge could tell from the way my heart was pounding and the way I held her that what ever I'd given her before, we were even now.

She fit so naturally against me now, as if we'd been holding each other for years. Her head on my arm, my other arm over her, she curled in next to me and me curled around her.

When I finally caught me breath I said "Sleep?"

I just felt her nod her head against me. I reached over to the side where the blanket was all bunched up and pulled it over us. I think she was already asleep. She murmured softly and nestled against me, and I fell asleep cradling her head against my chest.
 
Maria snuggled close to Danny, a hazy feeling of peace and well being infusing her as she lay next to him hearing his rapid heart beat and a smile on her face as she remembered how he had given her pleasure and been willing to let her do the same for him. The last thing she had conscious thought about before she fell asleep was the tase of him in her mouth.

She slept soundly and dreamlessly. She supposed she did have dreams but she slept so deep that she could not remember them upon waking. When she awoke it was late afternoon and the sun no longer came into the cottage as strong as it had. Shivering a bit she snuggled closer to Danny and was rewarded whith his arm tightening about her in his sleep. They were still entangled with each other as if they refused to give up this piece of heaven they had found.

With a sigh, Maria realized that she could not spend the whole day just laying in his arms. Her stomach was protesting the emptiness in it and, now that everything was over, they would have to decide what to do next.

Wiggling carefully out of his arms with great reluctance, it took a bit before she could leave without waking him up. She knew he was a light sleeper from the times that she had come punding on his door at night, a warrent in her hand and so she had to be very careful when sliiding from the bed her feet touching the cooling floor to send a shiver up her spine. He must have been exahusted because he only murmured soemthing in his sleep and then fell silent.

Walking softly to the bathroom she took another shower. She chuckeld to herself as she thought about how many showers she had had in the last few hours under such different conditions.

Once she had towel dried she wrapped the towel around her tucking a corner in to secure it and tiptoed out of the shower. He was stil asleep so she set about cleaning up the cabin, throwing away the torn reminants of her uniform and the clothes she had worn before and then gathered the breakfast dishes and washed them, making sure not to let them clink together and wake him up.

She must not have been successful because just as she finished she felt his eyes on her again, as if she was so intuned with him that she could feel them bore into the back of her. Laughing she turned to look at him sitting up in bed and watching her.

"You are watching me again," She said a blush coming to her face as she walked over to the bed and climbed on it again, moving to straddle his legs, her hands running though his hair.

Kissing him lightly on the lips she said,"I am starving and even I can't make gormet cooking out of franks and beans." With a smile she smoothed back his hair from his face and added. "We have to talk about what comes next, I suppose. What happens now that we have worked through our past history. But before we get started there is something I have wanted to say to you since High School."

Taking a deep breat and trembling slightly with fear at what his answer would be she leaned down to whipser into his ear.

"Danny Anger, I think you are the best looking guy in school. I want to be your woman and go to parties with you and ride on your bike and I know I could make you the happiest guy around if you would let me."

Trailing her lips across his cheek she turned anxious eyes to him, waiting for what he had to say.
 
"Danny Anger, I think you are the best looking guy in school. I want to be your woman and go to parties with you and ride on your bike and I know I could make you the happiest guy around if you would let me."

She was only half-teasing as she said this. The other half was deadly serious and scared as she offered me something she had offered no one else in her entire life. So my heart felt like it was bursting when I looked into those liquid brown eyes and I said,

"Miss Delgado, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life, and to have you as my girl would be an honor and a priviledge beyond what I can say. And yes you can ride on my bike or you can ride on my back, but as long as you're my woman I know I'll be the happiest buy around."

I got it out without stuttering, and it was worth it to see the look on her face. She just melted my heart again and made me feel like I was back in high school, just overwhelmed by feelings I couldn't control.

She held my face and kissed me, and I would have rolled her over and taken her again right then and there if I hadn't remembered that the poor girl was practically starving to death.

But suddenly I had an idea that was just so great I knew I had to do it immediately.

"Maria, Maria!" I said, "I know you're starving, but listen, there's something I have to do. Right now. Please, eat a hot dog, eat some beans, I'll be right back, I promise!"

She looked at me in surprise, but seeing my excitement she smiled and said, "Okay, Danny. Just don't take too long. And if you're going to town, get me something I can wear! I don't want to go out in these sweatpants."

I nodded. I could guess her size. I jumped into the car and tooled into town. It wasn't far.

This was a resort area really, and I found a place to get her some clothes. I did that, then went looking for what I'd come for. Lickily there were a lot around, and it didn't take me long. Just a few papers, easy as that.

I cleaned out the car. I found the tapes and threw them into a garbage bag and that into a dumpster, strapped her clothes on the back and took off. The whole thing took less than an hour.

It came back to me as soon as I got on it, and by the time I got to the cabin I was able to pull up, rev the engine a couple of times to let her know I was there, and climb off as she came to the door.

"Oh my God! Danny!" she exclaimed, her hands going to her mouth.

It was a lot nicer than my old bike had been. I didn't want her riding on some piece of crap with me. I handed her the clothes.
"Come on, Maria. Let's go to town and get something to eat. I want to show you off."
 
Maria had just finished cleaning up from where she had cooked a lone hotdog when she heard an engine revving up. Her heart leapt as she realized it was no car motor and she practically flew to the door.

The bike stood there gleaming in the last of the sunlight and she couldn't find the words to express her feelings at that moment. She had said something to him that she had always wanted to say in high school and he had gone out and tried to make that dream come true. It was so overwhelming that she could only exclaim how beautiful the bike was though she wanted to tell him how beautiful his gift of her dream was even more.

Grabbing the clothes, she ducked into the restroom and threw off the towel and hurried to put on her bra smiling as she saw it was black and lacy, the top of the bra coming only up to the swells of her breasts. The panties matched and she dared to look at herself in the mirror and smiled at the image.

The ride to town with Danny was calling though and so she hurried to put on her shirt and was happy to see a small make up kit enclosed within the shirt. The shirt was a black T that, when she donned it, left her belly showing and the pants turned out to be black jeans that sat on her hips giving all a good look at her slim waist. The whole outfit was made to accentuate every curve and she had to admit she looked good as she took stock of herself in the mirror.

Running a comb through her hair she carefully applied her make up but she did something now that she had never done before. Instead of using the make up to hide her soft, wide brown eyes she used it to bring them out so that they were, indeed, her most catching feature. Danny seemed to like her eyes and she found she wanted to please him very much.

Checking her appearance once more she nodded and then chuckled. The only thing she needed now was a black leather jacket and her high school vision of how she would look as Danny's girl would be complete.

Taking a deep breath and trembling a bit as she stepped out for his inspection she waited for any comment, good or bad, from him. She really did feel just like a high school girl getting ready for a big date with the boy she had had a crush on for months.
 
OOC: You won't believe this but that's just about exactly the clothes I was thinking of too, only I gave her a white tee-shirt and a leather vest!
Remarkable!

IC:
They say you can't ga back againm and maybe that's true. I'd never be the kid I was in high school, and myabe she wouldn't either. But when I saw her come out of the cabin I felt like I was 17 again and the leader of the pack.

She came out teasing, trying to look like hard ass, but she kept on laughing and hiding behind her hand. She never would have dressed like that in high school. Only in my dreams. But God, did she look good. Her long legs, the black denim pants, that little band of perfect honey-colored tummy and hips, and the black tee shirt stuffed with her Major Assets. She just needed a pair of mirrored shades to be drop-dead gorgeous. And she still knew how to carry herself in that way that said "Don't even think about touching me."

But I did. I grabbed her and suddenly she wasn't so tough anymore as she squealed and laughed as I kissed her and held her tight.

I kick started the bike and she hopped on, spreading her legs around me, just where they belonged. I pulled out onto the two-lane and gunned it as we rode around the lake in the shadows of the trees, Maria holding tight to me and kissing the back of my neck and laughing when I tried to shrug her off. When she wasn't doing that she was sliding her hands into my shirt or along my thighs. I cursed myself for all the girls I'd wasted time on in high school.

I was insanely happy with the wind in my face and the bike between my legs, Maria behind me. She just felt so good back there, pressing her tits against me as she rested her face against my back or squeezed me with her legs. I only wish I could have sat her in front of me for a while and do to her what she was doing to me.

By the time we got to town she was behaving herself, and as we went by the darkened store windows I could see her sitting back against the sissy bar, proud to be seen. If only she knew how proud I was to be seen with her. I tried to look suitably bad, but I couldn't stop smiling.

This was a tourist town, with a big marina on the lake and a lot of traffic in the streets, a lot of people milling around on the sidewalks, going in and out of the antiques stores and other tourist traps. I'd seen a restaurant I wanted to take her to when I'd come in to get the bike. They had a big outdoor area that projected out into the lake from where you could see the boats coming and going. A lot of the black-socks-and-sandals crowd stared at her when we walked in, but I couldn't blame them. And how, Maria stayed right at my side, hanging on my arm on the few occasions I even let go of her.

I slipped the guy a twenty and told him we wanted a table right on the water, and right on the water he put up; a table for two right against the rail.

I held her hand until the wine came, and then we drank to us and I held her hand some more. She was radiantly beautiful, when she wasn't being sexy as hell, and for the first time in my life I wished there were dancing here, because I wanted so much just to hold her in my arms and bury my face in her hair, just hold her against me. It was agony being so close to her and not being able to touch like that.

I guess all lovers are goofy. I don't know for sure, because I've never felt like this with anyone before. All I know is that, for all the people who were there, I didn't see a thing but Maria. I didn't hear a thing but her voice, and everytime she looked at me it was like a little orgasm in my soul.

So we ate, I paid (I think), and we left. The tsreets were emptier now, so we strolled about, pressed close together. We came to a clothing store, the pace I'd bought her underthings in fact, and I made her go in and buyt something to sleep in. "To sleep in" is what I said, but I think she knew what I meant. I went across the street and sat on a bench to wait for her.

She came out of the store with a bag in her hand, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses on her nose. I'd been right. She did look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

The ride back was different. I was dying for her again, to hold her, to be inside her, to kiss her. The feele of her body behind me just drove me to distraction, annd I could tell by the way she held on to me that she felt the same way.
 
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