CW: mentions of sexual abuse

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From Across the Sea

Part I

Chapter 5

Immediately, Claire released her grip on Mike and slid her dildo out of him. Straight away, he scrabbled away from her and curled into a foetal position up against the pillows. His eyes remained shut as tears leaked out of them. He said nothing, but whimpered not in pleasure this time, but like a puppy that had been kicked. She went to touch him, reassure him, but he flinched as her nails grazed him.

Claire shrank back, unsure of what to do. She’d never had someone safe-word with her before. She stood back up and with shaking fingers, undid the straps on her harness and took it off. Mike was still curled up, shivering despite the warmth of the room. Claire’s throat tightened at the sight of him. She didn’t speak, but instead climbed back onto the bed and made her way slowly towards him. It was like approaching a wounded animal. Right now, she wasn’t sure what he would do; normally he was as gentle as a kitten, but who knew what he was capable of when he was as frightened as this?

As she came closer, Mike sensed her approach and turned away from her. It was then that she saw a series of light, pale scars criss-crossing his back. She hadn’t noticed them before; the soft twilight hadn’t revealed them. But now she was up close, they were painfully apparent. Unlike the scars on his hands that spoke of an adventurous childhood, these were markers of something far crueller and more inhuman. Mike had always been wary about opening up about his past, and had provided only scant details to her. Clearly there was something beyond anything she could have imagined lurking in the darkest recesses of his mind. Just the thought of someone doing this to her beloved Mike made her shudder.

She crept closer and gently wrapped her arms around his body, cradling him into her body. He flinched again at first, but she held on, determined to prove to him that she was no threat. She draped one leg over his and planted a soft kiss on the nape of his neck, and just held him as he quietly wept and whimpered. How long they lay together, she didn’t know, but it was dark before his tears finally stopped flowing.

As they lay there in the void, the rest of the world closed off to them, a feeling of furious anger rose within Claire like nothing she had ever felt before. She had only one question, “Who did this to you?” She gently traced his scars with one slender finger as she spoke.

The reply, when it eventually came, was whisper-soft and barely audible. But Claire’s ears were alert for any sound at this point, “My ex. Six years ago.” Claire was surprised. Mike had always maintained he was a virgin, but he had never given any indication of prior relationships. “She was a domme, like you, but not like you in many ways.” She started to put the pieces together in her mind, and came to a realisation that Mike confirmed, “Our first time, it started well. Like it did today with you. But then she started going too hard. It was agony. I felt myself beginning to tear, and I… I safe-worded.” Mike’s voice cut off, strangled with emotion. Claire said nothing, knowing that there was nothing she could say that would help. She only held him tighter, tears of her own beginning to spill onto his thick, lustrous hair. God, she loved his hair. Why anyone would want to hurt him, she couldn’t comprehend.

Mike continued, “She… she ignored me. When I started pleading with her, she took out a whip she had been hiding from me. Waiting for me to disobey her, I guess.” Mike’s nervousness suddenly made sense. Clearly, his anxiety had been building, afraid that Claire was going to snap and hurt him. “The scars, they’re from when she…” His voice cracked. It was a few minutes before he continued, “She didn’t stop until she came. By that point I was bleeding all over. She left me lying there to go and have a shower. I grabbed my clothes and ran out the door.” Mike’s voice was filled with such pain that Claire could hardly breathe with the emotions she was feeling. “When I tried talking to my friends about it, they either laughed in my face or didn’t believe me. Not even my family took me seriously, even when I showed them the scars. I was so ashamed to talk about it. I spoke to the police but when they spoke to her, she just lied and said she didn’t know who I was. I had no evidence, so they gave up on me. I didn’t even try talking to any potential dommes until I met you.” Claire felt like she was going break. The normally calm, composed, and calculating Mike was like a child in her arms. The fact that he had trusted her when he hadn’t trusted anyone else only made her feel worse. She had almost hurt him as badly. She had nearly lost in herself in the same power trip that his ex had experienced. It was hard to deny that the feeling of power and domination that came from such a situation was at once both intoxicating and overpowering. It had only been her love for Mike that had brought her back from the edge of hurting him. “When you didn’t respond at first when I safe-worded, I was afraid you were going to hurt me like she did.”

Claire couldn’t think of what to say in response. She stroked his hair, and kissed his neck, hoping that it would suffice for her lack of any words. But finally, they came to her, “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry. I lost control, that’s all. I would never hurt you, okay?” Mike nodded slightly, still unsure. “I love you, Mike.” He breathed in sharply at those words. It was as if he hadn’t heard them in a long time.

“I love you too, Claire.” He turned back around to face her. With a gasp, Claire realised he still had his eyes closed. Even when like this, he respected her as his mistress.

“Look at me.” She whispered to him, holding his chin in her hand. His beautiful eyes flickered open, sparkling in the moonlight that now filtered in through the blinds. They were so full of love, it snatched her breath away. Despite her naked state, his eyes remained fixed on hers. Claire took his head gently in her hands, and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she sat back up, kneeling on her bed. Mike’s eyes remained dutifully on hers, and he swallowed hard. “You may look.” She commanded.

With a gaze that was as delicate as his fingers had been, Mike’s eyes roamed over her body. She felt no embarrassment as he inspected every part of her, his erection growing once again as he did so. Finally, his eyes met hers again and he was now sat up straight like her. Pre-cum was leaking out him, and his expression was flustered with awkwardness. Yes, there it was again, the obviousness of his virginity. With a gentle shove, Claire pushed him back onto the pillows. He knew now what was coming, and despite a brief flash of fear in his eyes, he relaxed with relief as her expression showed no inhumanity. She picked up the harness once again and slid back into it. Reapplying the lubricant to both his body and her dildo, she settled herself over him. This time they would be face-to-face. Claire wanted to see her man’s expression as he came for her.

With exquisite delicacy and care, she teased herself back into him. She went slower now, focussing on maximising his pleasure, not her own. With each gentle thrust, his moans became sweeter and sweeter. This time there was no fear, no panic. Only pure, unadulterated, unfiltered pleasure. Pre-cum was practically gushing out of him despite the achingly slow pace of her thrusts. She kissed him again, hard. Their tongues wrapping themselves around each other like snakes. His hands went to her breasts, circling her nipples, causing her to moan slightly, despite herself. Claire’s hands went from supporting her body upright, to clutching tightly at his hair. In doing so, she collapsed on top of him, their hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. She felt her nipples graze his own as his hands went to squeeze her butt. She could feel he was close, and sped her thrusting up slightly. Only slightly. He moaned even harder in response. Claire could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, hard and stiff. Slick with sweat from her and pre-cum from him. His moans were replaced by whimpers of soft delight.

Finally, he could hold back no longer. Mike ripped his mouth from hers and moaned like a wild animal as his entire body shook and shuddered, contractions tracing their way up and down. Claire didn’t stop, and instead continued to thrust as a seemingly endless river of cum streamed out of the tip of his cock. His fingers gripped the sheets below him, knuckles white with tension. His legs flailed wildly in protest at the sensations that were gripping body, feet curled in feral joy. Eventually, he came to a rest and Claire slid herself out of him. Mike lay on his back, breathing heavily. She leaned back over him. Yes, he had more than earned that reward, but after what he had been through, she could think of nothing good enough to treat him with. So instead, an idea popped into her head. As she mulled it over, she whispered into his ear, “What do you say, pet?”

The response was immediate and filled with love, “Thank you, Mistress.” Maybe his wounds had only started to heal, but his devotion to her and her love for him was clearly enough to help him start putting his past behind him.

With a loving smile, and a desire to show her boy exactly how much she loved him, Claire whispered back, “Ready for round two?”

Chapter 4