Ace of Water

[CharlieWasHere]

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*Note: I think I meant to continue this story but forgot about it. Honestly though, I think it works as is. Let me know if you'd like an extension. As always, feedback is appreciated.

It's said that some things are fated to happen whether we want them to or not. You get pulled over by a cop and end up meeting your next partner. Maybe your mom dies of some mysterious illness, and this drives you to develop better treatments and cures. Maybe it's as simple as walking left instead of right, because had you gone right, you would've been sideswiped by a city bus. Hard to say. One thing's for sure, sometimes we end up deciding our own fates, whether we want to or not.

Summer is as good as anytime to reconnect with a friend. Perhaps even more appropriate for a former love interest. On the floor of a small apartment, two people shuffled and picked cards at random. It's possible there was a smidge of divine intervention in these types of cards, or it's possible it was a big bag of bullshit. Either way, they had fun; they laughed at the ruminations and endless potential each card supposedly held for them.

They never said it aloud, but they had missed each other. Missed the way they got along. Missed the way they implicitly understood what the other was trying to say without having to say it. None of it had manifested too much. Swept away by the pressure of time, they drifted, each on their own little raft by their own destined tides. Meeting again felt like a sort of miracle, the kind you only read about in serendipitous love tales. Except, something was different this time. Something was always different, but now that the chance at a genuine connection was real and present, the growing feelings of obsession and desire couldn't be stifled anymore.

'He' couldn't stifle them, and he knew time was running out.

"Are you sure that's what it means?" Dirk said, flipping through the booklet.
Giddy with excitement, Allie clasped her hands together and threw her head back, "Of course!" she cried. "'Ace of Cups' usually means a love offering is coming my way, and since they use 'Water' instead of 'Cups'..."
Dirk audibly skimmed the text, "'Upright: Abundance and fertility are possible. Beauty and pleasure walk with you... Datdatda... Love makes all things new. Generosity opens its hand... I mean, that's pretty fuckin' vague."
"Are you even reading that correctly?" she leaned forward to peer at the words.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "I just got this a few weeks ago. I haven't really looked at it yet." He looked down at the card spread, "I probably didn't even set this up right."
"Whatever," she kicked back blissfully against the bed, "I have love coming my way."
He snickered, "Yeah, ‘abundance and fertility possible.' You sure that doesn't mean you're gonna get pregnant?"
"I fuckin' hope not," she said, eyes wide. "I haven't been getting my normal birth control since work screwed my insurance up. Now I have to wait until open enrollment again."

He smiled softly for a second, then looked down. "... How come you never reached back out to me?"
... "I don't know," she exhaled. "All that time I kept thinking about you, I was still with Jeremy."
"You could've at least said 'hi'," he pointed out. "For a while, I wondered if you had died."
"I know I could've," she said, avoiding eye contact. "It's just... it's just not easy for me to admit these sorts of things." She shuffled the cards around and admired the art work.

They let the pause linger for a bit.

"I am happy to see you again." This time, she looked at him and smiled softly. He returned the gesture, and they went back to flipping cards and reading the booklet. After a few more spreads however, he couldn’t keep the question held back. He needed more than a couple of stupid cards deciding his fate. As he rifled through the booklet, he came across the “Ace of Water” page again: “The ability to follow the flow of destiny’s path brings the soul a sense of fulfillment and nurture.” So, he chanced it.

“I know you know this, but I really do like you,” he inched closer, hoping to graze her skin with his.
“I know you do,” she said, allowing his arm to touch hers. She ran her pinky over the top of his hand, and he inhaled deeply. A new feeling emerged from his gut, one not quite familiar but not quite foreign. He placed his other hand on the side of her face and guided her mouth to his. A mix of saliva and anticipation invaded his taste buds and sent a shock of lust all the way to his cock. He leaned into her body and began groping the side of her neck. “Wait,” she breathed, trying to pull away. Except, he wouldn’t let her.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Dirk kept pressing his weight against her until she fell against the floor, unable to maneuver out from under him. His fingers dug into her forearms, and his teeth dug into her throat. He felt the vibrations of her whimpers echo across his jaw. His knee rubbed in between her legs, and he felt the warmth of her cunt radiate through her jeans.

“S-stop!” Allie protested, her arms struggled against his weight and determination. As she flailed, she scattered the cards in every direction. The bed beside her prevented her from rolling to the one side; instead of rolling, she grabbed at the neatly made comforter and pulled it on top of them. Dirk swatted at the sudden darkness, and this gave her a split second to roll onto her stomach and pull her long legs away from him. Still, a split second was one second too slow as he recovered and pounced on her back.

An arm, weathered and tanned from the summer sun, wrapped itself around her neck, enveloping her world in a state of panic. She could barely breathe. As he squeezed her airways tight, he reached for the blade in his pocket, the blade he always kept in his pocket, and clicked it open next to her ear. Her body slowed its squirm, and he relaxed his arm slightly to allow her a precious breath. “You can take your pants off, or I can cut ‘em off.”

Allie’s shaky hands fumbled for the button and zipper. Dirk kept himself braced beside her, leaving no wiggle room for potential escape. While she worked to slide her jeans off, the arm that wasn’t around her neck moved to wrap around her midsection. The hand skimmed across her stomach and tits, savoring the soft flesh beneath her flimsy shirt and bra. When her jeans were down around her thighs, she tried to plead with him one last time, “Please,” she whispered, “... please don’t do this.”

“I can’t,” he panted. He released his arm around her throat but kept a hand on the back of her neck. As he positioned himself behind her almost naked ass, he leaned forward, and she felt his hardon through his pants.

“I can’t wait anymore.”

Maybe Dirk hadn't intended for their reunion to be so... forceful. Yet here he was, forcing Allie to bend under the weight and persuasion of his palm, forcing her to submit to his hardening cock, forcing her to accept whatever he was about to do to her. He licked from the bottom of her spine upward as far as he could reach. She arched at the sensation, causing her ass to press against him, inciting his ever growing lust. He gnawed at her lower ribs, and his teeth clamped down hard with each bite. She tried to push his head away, but he grabbed her arm and slammed it down. Whimpers and groans of displeasure were all she could muster. His bite marks littered her right side; he smiled at this. Spitting into his hand, he yanked her panties down and wet the outside of her pussy then undid his belt buckle and pants. He pulled out his erection and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her cunt, steadying himself so he wouldn't blow his load too soon.

He pushed. She tensed.

"Fuck you're tight," he said. As his dick sunk deeper and deeper inside, Allie fought more and more. She couldn't escape the grip on the back of her neck; it felt like sandpaper. He stopped again, put both hands on her hips, and slammed his pelvis into her ass until he was fully inside her. She let out a sharp sob, and he grabbed the comforter corner to shove into her mouth. Hearing her gag on the fabric made his cock twitch with excitement. He pulled her forearms backward until they were pinned to the floor by her side. Now reduced to pitiful muffles, she could only cry as he pounded her pussy from behind.

Each thrust sent a wave of humiliation into her body. How could she be so naive to think that some novelty cards could divine her future, much less provide a suitable answer to her love life? She had envisioned Dirk and her together before though. Over the years, the thoughts morphed into fantasies; sometimes they were sexual. At night, she would picture the two of them making love with the lights out. His hands would caress and rub her body in intimate and pleasurable ways. She hadn't pictured this, and she certainly didn't think he would ever do anything like this to her. Yet here she was: being incapacitated and fucked harder than Jeremy ever dared try. Her pussy eventually responded with wetness, and for a moment she was grateful. His cock rubbed against her spot each time he thrust, and she hated herself for how good it made her feel.

Dirk kept a steady pace, but he felt as though he was about to cum. He stopped pumping and rested his cock inside her cunt until he caught his breath. She felt him release his grip and thanked whatever entity out there that it was over. That was until she heard him say, "Get on the fucking bed."

He didn't scream, but she knew not to test him. She coughed and gasped when he ripped the comforter from her mouth. Slow and scared, she managed to push herself up and halfway onto the bed next to her. "On your back," he commanded. She obeyed and eased herself down, wishing he would just be done with her. He grabbed the bottoms of her jeans and yanked them off along with her shoes, leaving the lower half of her body completely exposed. As she laid there awaiting her fate, he rummaged around in his tool bag for a roll of duct tape. Once found, he straddled her waist, his cock still rock hard and wet against her stomach. Silently, he crossed her wrists across her chest and wound the duct tape tight around them.

"What… what are you doing?" she tried to ask.
He stopped. Looked at her. "I'm doing what I've wanted to do for the last three years. I'm not letting you get away from me again." He resumed taping.

Allie whimpered through her nose, terrified of how long she might have to endure their re-encounter. With her wrists now bound, she could only comply with his demands. He pushed her arms back over her head; her fingers rubbed against the drywall. He kissed and sucked on the side of her neck. When he scraped his teeth against her flesh, Allie let out a small whimper, so he did it again. And again. And again. And did the same to the other side.

He worked his way down her body, pushing up her thin T-shirt and bra. He admired her tits, felt the suppleness with his mouth, and sucked on each nipple. "D-don't!" Allie breathlessly begged. Dirk clamped a hand over her mouth and sucked harder, causing her to arch beneath him. He alternated between the left and the right, sometimes nibbling, sometimes flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip. He reached up behind her head with his free hand and wove his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her delicate throat. She winced at the sharp, sudden pain. Large, purple and blue patches had formed on her neck; a tender reminder.

He pulled off his shirt. Sweat dripped from his brow. He peered into her eyes, growling softly as he did. With one hand still intertwined in her hair, he moved the other to choke her airways closed. Allie whined. She cried. She struggled to gasp in what little oxygen she could as his grip closed tighter and tighter. He hunched forward, putting his lips next to her ear, "Relax." He nipped at the top. She clenched her fists, shuddered, and resisted the urge to moan. Dirk sat up, tore two pieces of duct tape, and sealed her eyes shut. She wanted to resist and escape her torment, but she was terrified and lacked the willpower to do anything more than mouth the word "no." He playfully slapped her cheek and taped her mouth shut.

"It's the 4th of July. You might as well enjoy it," he said.

He released his grip, and Allie sucked in air through her nose like a vacuum. Dirk moved downward, kissing and biting as he went. He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her towards the edge so her pussy, now red and raw, was level with his face. He spread her legs wide, and she felt her muscles stretch. He reached up and groped her tits and stomach while his tongue danced across her clit. Despite her ordeal, Allie couldn't help but feel immense ecstasy. The harder she tried to suppress it, the more pressure she felt building in her gut. Next thing she knew, her body convulsed and her toes curled as she came on his lower face. He kept swirling his tongue over her clit until the sensation became torturous. She shook her head back and forth as he licked her slit, making sure he consumed all of her pleasure.

Dirk didn't give her time to catch her breath. He stood up, his cock still hard, and slung her legs over his shoulders. He grabbed his shaft and thrust into her now engorged cunt. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. He pounded his cock in and out until only the sounds of slapping skin-on-skin filled the room. Allie's mind tossed and turned; she couldn't think straight from the sheer intensity. He leaned into her legs and held her wrists down on her chest. The angle allowed him to penetrate deeper into her pussy, and her feelings of over-intensity transformed into pain. Her body shook, and she felt as though she might black out.

Dirk continued to slam his cock into her sweet pussy. His breathing picked up; deep, heavy, and intent, he shoved himself as far as he could and had the best orgasm he had in a long time. He released her legs to a missionary position but stayed inside, feeling each contraction around his softening member.

What now? The cards were overturned. The booklet was nowhere to be seen.

Dirk got off the bed and gazed at Allie. He watched as she shivered, not knowing what his next move would be. Fireworks lit up the dark sky outside. He used his blade to slice through her wrist binds and tossed them aside. "I still have some time to kill," he said as he re-buckled his pants. "I want to be able to trust that you won't run away and tell on me. But until then," he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the floor. She hit the hardwood with a thud. Grabbing the duct tape, he bound her wrists behind her back and her ankles together.

He pulled the duct tape from her mouth.
"Please let me go," she whispered. "P-please… I swear t-to God I won't tell anyone… just please s-stop."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I can't do that." He took the duct tape and wound several layers around her mouth. "Besides, there's a lot of catching up we need to do," he said. He picked her up and placed her front on the edge of the bed while her knees remained on the floor. Cum leaked out of her pussy and down her thighs. The vulnerable position solidified her reality of a very, very long weekend.

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