Intervention

For the last three months, I haven’t wrote, barely talked on my favorite forums, in fact, just barely had time to squeak out a set or two of pictures. Between fighting a cold, taking care of my family, both extended and immediate, and running a mind boggling array of errands I have barely been able to rest for more than three or four hours at a time, much less actually do something I truly enjoy.

Tara moved at the beginning of October. We had a quiet dinner, punctuated with I –will- see- you- soon-s, and promises to write, but in the end, we both knew our moment had past. I was lucky to have held her in my arms, to have tasted her passion and spice, but it was time to let her go, to flit off as a free spirit does. I would never be the one who trapped her beauty.

Jackson and Wynn have both put up with me being insanely busy fairly well. Jackson being sick for most of September and Wynn being caught up in work and unable to visit, they both had time restraints of their own. We still talked, texting being a girl’s best friend, catching up while stuck in traffic or waiting in line at the deli, and at night Wynn’s voice would sooth me to sleep, sometimes at his amusement as I drifted off mid sentence.

He was always saying to me that I needed to slow down, I was running myself ragged, as well as my other friends that managed to get me to slow down long enough to say hello. For some reason I just couldn’t. I felt as if the world revolved around me completing each task every person had set out before me, that if I stopped, or told one person no, everything would come crashing down. So my calendar kept getting fuller, and my time shorter.

Emily Dickinson once wrote, “Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;”. It seems to me that this holds true for life as well. Sometimes life is going to stop you, even if you have to slam head long into a brick wall.


Two days ago I woke up in my bed frightened, groggy and disoriented. I could have sworn that someone was in my home. Not so much that I had heard a sound, but a feeling that the air had changed. I tried searching my mind, trying to recall if I had locked the door, but nothing made sense, and my time had long ago been skewed by days of mere napping. I fought to gain control of my fear then squeaked out , “Who’s there?”

Panic rose higher, I heard the wind pushing the oak against my window and I gulped, finding it hard to breath. I was still in my clothes. My shoes at a clump on the floor, the knee length black skirt rising around my thighs, and the white pen-stripe shirt wrinkled and twisted around my large torso. My back arched, ears straining, I listened for sounds, for anything, I reached over to my nightstand in the dark to pull out my taser.

My scream was quickly stifled by a large hand across my mouth as my hand found not my savior in the drawer, but the devil himself. Swinging with my other hand, while trying to bite my assailant I quickly began struggling. It was like hitting solid cement. Nothing seemed to affect him. I brought my leg up but it was quickly pinned under one of his, arching up I tried bucking him off but he had already pinned both arms under me and grabbed the one free leg as I tried to use my heal in the soft tissues of his lower back.

Fear rose up and still I struggled, then quickly went still. Slowly letting his hand from my mouth and relaxing. I sharply rose my head to try to break his nose with my forehead. My assailant quickly yanked his head back up and he laughed. It took a moment to sink in, that he was laughing at me. There was something oddly familiar, unmistakable, the laugh had no malice, only amusement yet still he held me tightly underneath him.

Only seconds later did it dawn on me who could know my defensive moves well enough to block every one of them, and could hold me down so effortlessly. Fear soon turned to red hot anger. “WYNN?” I spat out, more of a curse than a name.

His voice answered me in the darkness “My my Kit, you are a spitfire aren’t you.” Outraged I bucked harder against him.

“WYNN? What the hell are you thinking?” I struggled to wiggle from underneath him. “Having a key does NOT give you the right to scare the hell out of me! What is wrong with you! I could have hurt you!” He laughed at my fury.

“Yes, dear, I can see how much danger I am in. Now if you will –“

“Get off of me!” I yell, my fear and anger momentarily blinding me to the fact that I have him beside me, and my yearning for him will soon be fulfilled. He raised an eyebrow at me, and tightened his grip. I tried biting his hands and bucking him off, but his strength far surpassed mine.

My eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I could see him, watching me, his strong face lit softly by the moonlight that broke through the branches and the window. I impotently struggled against him, and the more I fought the more amused he became. Sitting like a statue, watching me with patience, stroking my ire further, his lips curving into a smile of what can only be described as amusement.

I sighed, defeated, my anger slowly dissolving under his scrutiny. My eyes stung with tears, and I tried desperately to hold on to something other than the fact I had missed him so. “This isn’t funny.” My voice almost a whisper, I tried keeping the tremor from my voice. He nodded in agreement.

Wynn’s free hand slowly went to my cheek, “no my love, it is not, and I never said it was. “

“Then let me up,” I pleaded with him. “You should have called, I have so much to do, but we will spend every free moment I have together. I promise. “

He shook his head. And I felt myself growing angry again. I took a deep breath, knowing that he never responded to anger, and tried again. “I have to try to rest, then I will get up and make you break-“ Again his head shook no, before I even had a chance to finish. He tsked at me impatiently and I growled in frustration.

“You, my busy bee, have been retired for the next three days. I have already made arrangements, and those that didn’t like it, well, they are dealing with it anyway. “

It was my turn to laugh. He was out of his mind. There was no way I could stop for one day much less three. “I will get so far behind.” He just stared at me blankly. “Wynn! This isn’t funny. Please, let me up. Please, there is so much to do.” His hand merely caressed my cheek, shaking his head, almost sadly. “No listen to me! I have to… I have to…” I couldn’t recall what day it was, so I couldn’t tell him what pile of things were awaiting me. Tears started silently streaming down my face, and I was unable to control them, exhausted, mentally, physically, emotionally, I still fought, not knowing what else to do.

He held me, positioning his body over top mine, his free hand cupping my head close to his, and I cried, large wracking sobs, he let my other hand free, and pulled me up to his chest. I wanted to hit him, I wanted to yell, knowing that without this energy, the momentum, I would never succeed. But I couldn’t. His soft voice soothed me as he ran his fingers through my hair and as I soaked his shirt with my tears, he let me know it was okay.

Wynn’s warmth crept through my body. His aura calming me as each thumb brushed my tears away. The anxiety falling aside, pushed away by his tenderness., I felt my swollen eyes grow heavier. My crying subsided and I sniffled as my hand curled into the small patch of hair on his chest, and listened to the sound of his heart. Soon darkness over came me.

I awoke, languid and warm. I felt like I had slept for days, then quickly panic quelled up inside of me. “I’m late!” I went to jerk up, but was quickly pulled back down. Moving from side to side, I quickly discovered my hands had been bound over my head to my head board, tied together with a piece of satin that I had draped over it for decoration, both hands snuggly secured together, then pulled upward, and secured at the post of my bed.

I was only momentarily confused. Then all of the memories from last night came flooding in, and my once cooled anger heated to an unimaginable point. “WYNNNNNNN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, struggling to try to untie his knots with my teeth.

He walked through the door, dressed as if he were at home, and by that I mean not at all. His lithe body filled the door way and he flashed his teeth at me grinning like a Cheshire cat, as if for some reason I should merely be charmed at his behavior instead of furious. Desire shot through me hot and fast, yet I worked hard to deny my treacherous body. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Let me go!” I hissed. He narrowed his eyes at me, and I took a deep breath, swallowing my pride. “Let me go, PLEASE.” I tried uttering with a little less venom.

He smiled. “No, I don’t intend to, but that was much better, thank you.”

My eyes bugged out as he left again. “WYNN!” I heard him puttering around in the kitchen paying little attention to my pleas. “Please, my love, I am late.” I looked around the room for my clock, but saw he had removed it. Cursing I moved up to begin gnawing at the ropes.

He walked in, and his rich laughter filled the room as he brought a huge try of food. “Stop trying to eat your ropes dear, I have you some, well, can’t call it brunch, but we shall say late lunch early dinner. See there, I am not a complete tyrant.” My eyes shot wide in disbelieve.

“No, it is not that late! Oh god! Wynn, seriously, this has gone far enough. Let me up.” I begged him.

“Kit, calm down. I already told you that I had arranged for everything to be taken care of. “ His voice was one of patience and concern, but I could see the tired lines in his own face and wondered how long he had been orchestrating this fiasco.

I sat in silence, brooding, as he puttered around the room. Slowly, as my body awoke, I became painfully aware of a very embarrassing problem. I wiggled from side to side trying to ignore it, clamping my legs together, biting my lip, but all to no avail. “Wynn,” I began as a squeaky whisper, utterly humiliated. He looked at me and his eyes widened with understanding and he chuckled. He helped me up as he untied me, and he escorted me to the bathroom.

Inside I tried formulating a plan as I found relief. I knew if I could just get to a phone, I could make some calls, get a few things shifted around until later in the week, giving me tomorrow to catch up, giving that I found a way to reason with him. I glanced in the mirror as I washed my hands and was dismayed. There was no way I could distract him looking the way I did. My eyes were red and swollen, my face a ghastly shade of gray. The sleep had done me good, but there were still dark circles under my eyes. My lips were even a muted pink, and not their naturally dark plum.

I knew I had to make a run for it. I opened the door meekly, ready to flee, and met his chest. Looking up at him, I saw he knew exactly what I had been planning, and he tsked. I hung my head, actually a bit ashamed. He escorted me back to my bed, fluffed the pillows, and retied me, to where I was sitting up.

His eyes grew concerned. “How much weight have you lost Kit?” I shrugged.

“I don’t know if any, I just forget to eat sometimes.” He shook his head in dismay. Under the lid of the tray he reviled a buffet, that I was quiet sure would feed four starving people. The French toast was swimming in syrup, and he had bacon and sausage, frittata slices laced with spinach and mushrooms, biscuits and sausage gravy, fruit, and juice and milk. I stared at him in disbelieve.

“There is no way I can eat all of that!” He laughed.

“I plan on sharing some with you Kit. Not trying to put it all back on at once.” He cut a piece of the toast and placed it into my mouth. The cinnamon and orange wafted through my senses and my stomach growled. I blushed and took the first bite, I licked my lips, catching the stray bit of syrup and opened my mouth without question for another bite.

He kept feeding me, one decadent bite after another. In between chewing , I tried to reason with him. “Wynn, you know I am really glad to see you. I am sorry for being so moody, I have missed you.” I reached to kiss his hand lovingly. “I was just overwhelmed. It is okay now, really. I have just been busy. Please, just let me go, let me make a few calls and I promise tonight, I will make a good dinner, and we will-“the bite of bacon interrupting me, I chewed again licking my lips, and tried to continue, but quickly realized he was paying little attention to me.

He simply fed me, bite by luscious bite, even after I began to complain that I was full. “Eat, and I will explain.” He stopped only to softly suck some syrup off of my lip and chin, eliciting a moan from my lips. I arched up to him, aching for him profoundly. I wanted to fight, but submitting to him was so inviting, like a drug, strong and hypnotizing me. The gravy on the biscuits was mixed with sweet breakfast sausage, and peppery. I closed my eyes and softly enjoyed each sensation. Salty, sweet, savory, and a bit cayenne spice. The textures, chewy and melty.

Wynn began his explanation, “consider this an intervention –,”

I coughed, barely getting my bite of food down, then laughed.

“You know I am not on a damn thing!” He glared at me for my outburst and gave me a drink of juice and raised another crisp piece of bacon to my lips.

“Did I say that, Kit? Stop interrupting.” He paused again to kiss an errant bit of gravy from my lips and smiled as I closed my eyes and arched to him. His eyes softened. “Now, you are going to listen aren’t you?” I nodded as he held a strawberry to my lips to devour. “This is an intervention of a different sort. You are running yourself to death, and you aren’t doing yourself or anyone else any favors. You are always run down, and the small time you were putting away for Tara has now been overshadowed by yet someone else’s needs for you to do something you know damn well they can do themselves. Enough is enough honey. “

I stared at him defiantly, refusing the next bite, and stiffened my back. “I can handle it.” He got up quietly, placing the tray to the side. I was shocked to see I had eaten almost the entire platter. He was gone long enough to pull the huge mirror I had in the hallway down, and then propped it on the desk I had beside the bed.

I glanced at it quickly then back at him. “What?” I asked exasperated. I stared at him defiantly. I could see the muscle in his jaw twitch as I pushed his patience. He bent slowly down, and twined my hair in his hand. He forced me to take more of a glance in the mirror. He forced me to look, observe and take in the person before me. My mouth formed a little “o” as I began to truly see myself.

My skin, once peach and vibrant, was almost an odd shade of grey. I was a living watermark, colors muted and dull. Despite my full belly, it was obvious that I had been losing weight, my hips and belly looking remarkably smaller. My hair was severe and dry. The only parts of me that seemed alive, and real were my lips after consuming the mountain of food , and the round taunt belly it had bestowed upon me.

My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I tried looking away ashamed. This was not me, but it was in fact what I had become. Not Kit, just a simple robot, built on achieving as much as I could as quickly as I could, without spirit or warmth. I tried hiding my face in the folds of my arms, but his hand brought my chin up to look into his eyes. “You know Kit you will always be beautiful, but you are letting your spirit dwindle and die, and I cannot have that.” He softly positioned himself behind me, his naked body pressed closely to the thin fabric I wore.

I felt his heat and stifled a moan. His legs spread on either side of me, and he bent my neck, trailing his fingers down the side. “Open your eyes.” His command was gruff, thick with need. I obeyed unquestioningly. I watched him, staring into his eyes through the mirror, as he trailed both hands over my body.

It was if he was washing away the stress and grit of the hectic life I had been living. His hands left trails of color, of vibrant beauty, and I was mesmerized. I gasp as his large hands cupped my heavy breasts, squeezing and playing with them through my shirt and bra. Moaning I arched into his hands, needing more, awakening as the harlot I watched in the mirror responded to his touch.

With one quick tug he ripped open my shirt, my buttons flying across the room, exposing the simple black lace bra that I wore. He fondled and teased me, until I writhed against him, then stopped, and ran his hands over my stretched belly, massaging the soft mounds of fat, and running his fingers from the inside to my sides, then back again, until I arched against him, leaning to kiss and bite his neck softly.

Wynn murmured in my ear of my softness and beauty, of the spirit he loved so much. My skin flushed and began to glow as if by some ancient magic he had incited with his worship. He pinched my nipples again, almost painfully and I whimpered with pleasure. My thighs opened and I propped my legs open, over the top of his, allowing him to see my desire moistened panties.

His hands groped my fat thighs, dragging up and down the sensitive flesh, then let a finger tease me mercilessly through the satin underwear I had on. I pushed against him, feeling his arousal, writhing with need and begging for release. He silenced me with his tongue, firm and unyielding, exploring my mouth and lips.

His hands were tender, yet somehow angry as they awakened me. Forceful and demanding, almost pawing at my skin as he pushed and pulled each thick roll. His kiss still spoke of his love, it was tender, and full of passion, and as he slipped one hand inside my panties, softly parting my wet lips I cried out in joy. I felt his moan in my mouth and begged him to enter me. Yet still he refused.

His thumb and forefinger punished my clit, rubbing and pinching it as I bucked against him. I gasp, my eyes slowly closing to narrow slits as the passion over took me. The knuckle of his ring finger teased me, and as I watched the foreign woman in the mirror, now full of colors, red and gold and peach, I was unconcerned how wantonly she might appear, only knowing she must have release. He rewarded me with his ring finger sliding gently into me and I moaned as my hips jutted forward to meet him. Crying out with pleasure as his thick finger slide in and out of my tightness.

It was if he was stroking a fire deep inside me, fueling my very spirit, feeding me with energy and power and love. I arched whimpering, moaning, orgasm inevitable, and my thighs clinched down, he yanked my hair back to kiss me, commanding me to let go, to cum for him, and I did, with glorious rapture.

Panting, still looking at myself in the mirror I could see his need. I needed more. I needed him and needed his release. My body was alive now, flushed with color and beauty. He kissed me more gently now, and smiled down at me, pleased with my reaction. I kissed him tenderly.

Still bound, I twisted to face him. Staring into his eyes and kissing him, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking gently as I straddled him. Positioning myself over his erection I slowly eased onto it, stretching and accommodating his girth. Wynn moaned and gasp, thrusting his hips to meet mine, needing me obviously as much as I did him. His hands rested on my wide hips and he began to slowly set the pace as I rode up and down his length.

He looked at me hungrily, licking and flicking his tongue against my hardened nipples as they bounced and swayed in his face. I built his pleasure slowly, clinching as I would ride up his shaft, and releasing as I slid back down, sometimes moving my hips from side to side to tease him.

He moaned lower, and I could see him fighting his desire, his need to release, and hurried my pace. His fingers dug deeper into the mounds of soft fat on my hips, as he began to shake, moaning and releasing into me. He called out my name, his thunderous voice announcing my victory. Moaning with delight, I milked him, beaming with absolute joy.

Kissing him, I panted, winded and flushed. He smiled at me somewhat bashfully, and rocked his hips still into me, his member still stiff and ready. He cupped my face with one hand, and drew me to him, kissing me reverently. “Oh, my love, I see you returning to me.” I blushed and nuzzled him with my head, hearing the worry that had been disguised in his bravado, and my heart hurting for causing him concern.

He softly rolled me over, and I complained as his erection slipped out of me. He then pulled a chair to the edge of the bed, and sat, facing me, and the mirror. He pulled me down, releasing my bonds on the promise that I would be still, and kissing my slightly chafed wrists. He then turned me to face the mirror once more, I could see his face as he massaged and caressed my ass.

I knew that I would soon feel the sting of his hand, and I stretched my ass up to him, eager for his affections. As I felt the first stinging slap across me, I gasped, both pleasure and pain singing through my body. I took each slap, raining down on the plump mounds of my ass as he warmed me. I cried out softly, wiggling but never moving, wanting to show him my love, my devotion, giving him control as I allowed my stress and worry to slip away. I let each stinging swat push away all fear, each stressful moment, and soon, I was only full of the warmth and desire he gave me. My sit spot was a beautiful rosy hue as the tears I fought against fell from my eyes, cleansing me. He kissed my hips, my back, as he lavished me with affection, and I as shook with tears again, he held me close to him.

He pulled my legs down to straddle him and he softly rubbed lotion into my mottled skin, and I moaned again at his touch. I showed him my desire, softly spreading further and gently grinding up and down, teasing his erect shaft. My lips were hot, the heat of my ass spreading through my groin and I felt my heart quicken .

He speared me, pulling me down on top of him in one fluid movement and I was soon seated on his shaft. As I rode him I felt reborn, a phoenix, soaring, sparked and smoldering with fire. I watched myself as his hands guided my hips, my lips puckering to suck each juicy nipple. His hands tugged against my hair, and he spanked my already painfully red ass, and I rode him harder still. Moaning and whimpering as he claimed me and set me free in one remarkable moment.

We came together, hard and fast, and I lay limp against him, spent and weak. He moved me to the bed, and we laid side by side, his arm instinctively around me, as if even in sleep he would protect me from the world, and most importantly from myself.