Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
Blake
Evil.
People who believed hell on earth didn’t exist were the lucky ones. Unfortunately, he could no longer count himself among them.
“You okay?”
Those people who say there is never a stupid question? They are wrong. So very wrong.
Blake turned to look at John Renaldo, his partner.
“Hell no, I’m not okay. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.”
“Blake!”
He was trapped. Blake fought against the bonds trapping him, bonds that compressed his lungs to the point he could no longer breathe. The very earth was shaking around him as images surged and withdrew in and out of his vision, blurred by pulsing blue and red lights that strobed, stabbing at his mind until he couldn’t think.
“Blake! Wake up!”
The sound he uttered was a strangled groan as the jaws of hell opened, revealing Hades was not a place of scorching heat, but instead a place of freezing cold. His mind fought to pull him away from the horror even as he pushed further into the darkness. Every touch was one of death, the revulsion threatening to become all-consuming as he desperately sought any sign of redemption. He could feel the weight growing heavier, clawing at him, ripping a primal scream from the depths of his soul as Blake swung his arm with all his might.
“Blake!”
This time the scream wasn’t his, but another’s. High-pitched and shrill as a voice repeated his name like a mantra.
“Blake, Blake, Blake, please, baby. Blake, wake up!”
What?
“It’s just a dream, Blake. Only a dream.”
It couldn’t be a dream. He’d seen the demons in the shadows, heard the cries, felt the claws dragging him down…
“Blake, it’s me. It’s Mommy, you’re safe, baby. I’ve got you. Please, please just open your eyes.”
Blake latched onto the voice, allowing it to cut through the miasma. Welcoming the plea, he accepted its warmth as it wrapped around him like a cloak, needing the promise of the words to be true.
Dream.
Safe.
I’ve got you .
Mommy.
The weight lessened, as did the darkness. Colors bloomed and shadows slipped away as he dragged his eyelids open. Instead of a demon, he saw the face of his savior. The very one who had saved him before. The woman who’d promised to save him every single time.
“Oh, Blake, thank you,” she said, her voice caught on a sob as she pressed her forehead to his. “You’re okay, baby. You’re safe. I’m here.”
“Mommy.” Uttering the word was what freed him of the nightmare. Even as the details faded, some part of his mind attempted to grab at something just out of reach. But when his Mommy kissed him softly, Blake let it go and wrapped his arms around her instead.
She didn’t push, didn’t demand he talk, simply held him to her while his heart stopped trying to pound its way out of his chest. She held him until Blake gave a deep sigh and the last muscle relaxed to allow him to lie limp in her embrace. Only then did she pull back just enough to lift a hand to cup his cheek in her palm.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know,” Blake said and moved to kiss her just as softly before falling to lie on his back. The shooting stars above him came from the lamp his Mommy had turned on beside his bed. Blake followed the silvery trails of comets across the rotating universe, his breaths slowing as his pulse rate decreased. He looked down to find the bed was a mess. Covers that had been neatly folded back when she’d tucked him in were now either tangled around his body or hanging off the bed to drag on the floor. Round pillows of the various planets which normally lay at the foot of the bed now decorated the floor like they did when he and his friends had engaged in an epic pillow fight in the Butterfly Room. The memory of the laughter of Littles and the fun they’d had had been well worth the half-dozen swats they’d each received from their teacher, Miss Price.
Drawing a deep breath and then another as if making sure he could, Blake turned to look at his savior. “I think I had a nightmare.”
Beverly gave a shaky laugh and nodded, reaching to brush his hair off his forehead. “Baby, you had one hell of a nightmare.”
“You said a bad word, Mommy. You owe a dollar to the swear jar.”
She gave a brief smile. “I’ll gladly pay any price to have you back with me.” She kissed the top of his head, then asked softly, “You want to tell me about it?”
Blake didn’t answer immediately, and when she tried to hide her sigh, he reached out and took her hand. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I never can remember much. All I know is that it was really dark, cold and… scary.” He paused a moment and shook his head. “Though this time, it felt different. I think there was someone I needed to find, but I couldn’t. Or… or… maybe it was something I needed to remember, but I-I just can’t.”
She scooted off the bed and held out her hand. “Don’t think about that now. If it’s important, it will come back. Let’s just hope whatever it is, it chooses a much nicer way to return. Now, how about you come to Mommy’s bed?”
Blake often slept in her bed, but not on those nights when it was her turn to be on call in case there was an emergency at the Ranch. She’d worry that if she had to get up in the middle of the night, she’d disturb his rest. Tonight, Blake didn’t care if he remained awake until dawn if it meant he’d be beside the woman he loved so deeply.
Kicking away the tangle of sheets and quilt, Blake freed his legs and half climbed, half fell out of bed, dragging the remainder of the covers off with him. “Sorry,” he said, bending to grab the bedding.
“Leave it.”
“Really?” He didn’t bother to hide his surprise. His Mommy was rather meticulous about things and while she allowed his personal space to be a bit messy, right now it looked like a tornado had torn through the room.
“Really. It can wait until morning. In fact…” She bent to pull his pajama pants down, drawing his underwear along as well. “Step,” she ordered, tapping his foot to signal him to step out. Once he had, she tossed them on top of the linens. His t-shirt with the entire Power Ranger crew on the front followed.
Blake hadn’t realized how sweaty he’d been until the cool air touched his nakedness. When he shivered, his Mommy cupped his face between her palms and pulled him down for a light kiss. “Everything else can wait. Right now, I want to hold you close and keep you safe.”
As the last vestiges of the dream slipped back into the night, Blake smiled and took the hand she held out. “You always do.”
The next time he opened his eyes it was to instantly squint against the bright sunlight that was pouring through the window. The space next to his was not only empty, when he reached out to run his hand over the sheets, it was to find them cool. Mommy had evidently been up a while.
While Blake loved his room and the special bed she’d let him help Master Colt design, he really loved sleeping in his Mommy’s larger bed. He took the opportunity of being alone to lift his arms above his head and point his toes toward the footboard, stretching every muscle in between.
“Babyboy, if you want Mommy to restrain you to the bed, all you have to do is ask.”
Yelping, Blake pulled himself to sit, feeling his face heating at being caught, his gaze darting to the thick steel rings embedded in the footboard, knowing there were others in the board behind his head as well. When she laughed, he blushed even hotter and tried to discreetly arrange the sheet over his hips to hide his morning wood. Of course, Mommy saw. She always saw everything.
“And here I thought I’d drained you dry last night,” she said, causing heat of a different sort to flood through him and his cock to stiffen further despite any attempt to hide it. Remembering how he’d felt with her lips around it, the tip of her tongue lapping at the slit on its crown, Blake couldn’t suppress the moan of need.
Well, she had just said all he had to do was ask, right?
“Will you touch me, Mommy?” The memory of the extra swats he’d earned last night reminded Blake touching himself would not garner the result he so desperately craved.
“You want me to touch you?” she asked, setting the tray she’d brought into the room onto the nightstand.
As she climbed onto the mattress, Blake knew how very lucky he was to see her dark hair sliding over her shoulders. When working as Nurse MacIntosh at the Ranch, she always pulled it back into a low bun at the nape of her neck before securely pinning a starched white nurse’s cap on top of her head. This morning, however, it framed her face as she crawled toward him. With every stretch of her arm, muscles flexed and Blake visualized a sleek jungle cat stalking its prey. Reaching his side, she gave him a look and a soft growl that reminded him she’d asked a question and he nodded vigorously.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her lips curled into a smile that never failed to make his heart stutter. When she was Nurse MacIntosh, she was all business, her expression stoic and her voice stern as she gave instructions that were only rarely ignored. And when they were, she was quick to teach the miscreant a lesson. Opening the doors of the huge armoire in the infirmary, she’d choose the implement she thought would convey her message best and then apply it to a very bare, very vulnerable Little’s bottom. It never took many of what she referred to as “attitude-adjustment swats” before reluctant Littles practically begged her to do whatever she desired, including voluntarily spreading their recently roasted bottom cheeks to accept the insertion of her thick, long, and very cold thermometer.
A drop of wetness appeared to darken the sheet as Blake’s body reacted to the delicious memory of his Mommy’s fingers slipping in and out of his bottom the night before. His Mommy’s smile was a knowing smirk as she looked from the tented linen and back to him
“And where do you want me to touch you?” she asked, sitting back on her heels and using a fingertip to touch the tip of his nose. “Here?”
Blake shook his head and smiled when she frowned and moved her finger to trace along the seam of his lips. “Here?”
Though he would indeed like her to kiss him, that wasn’t exactly what Blake had in mind. That location was a few feet south.
“No… there.” Blake gave a nod of his head toward his crotch where his cock was currently jerking like the needle of a compass attempting to find magnetic north.
“Oh, down here?” Her finger slid over his chin and along his throat until it reached his chest to circle around a nipple.
He groaned as her nail flicked over the pebbled bud, but again he shook his head.
“Here?” The nail gently grazed across his skin, goosebumps rising in its wake as it moved ever closer to the destination he craved. She paused to run it around the depression of his belly button before dipping inside to scrape against skin that Blake had never known was sensitive until she’d shown him just how erogenous it could be.
“Mommy, you know where!” Blake said, worrying any minute now he would be doing far more than leaking one drop to mess the sheets without benefit of a single touch of her hand or her mouth.
“Ask nicely,” she said, a note of sternness warning him this game could change on a dime.
“Pretty, pretty please?” he said, pouring every ounce of sincerity into the plea.
She smiled and Blake held his breath as her finger disappeared beneath the edge of the sheet covering his lower half.
“Hmmm, I can’t seem to find it,” she said, the tip of her nail tapping all over the top of his thigh then across his lower abdomen barely an inch away from its goal to tap down the other thigh.
Screw dignity. Blake was too far gone to care about begging. Instead, he reached down to rip the cover aside to allow his cock the freedom to stand straight up, its crown already glossy with precum.
“There, Mommy, it’s right in front of you!”
“Why, did you mean here?” she asked, running her nail around the base of his erection, the flesh extra sensitive since she’d shorn every single sign of stubble from it last night.
Blake groaned and nodded. “Yes, oh, please, touch me, Mommy.”
And touch him she did. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and Blake’s head fell back as she slowly drew her fist up to the crown, one finger sliding over the mushroom-shaped head to spread his arousal across its surface. When another drop seeped from the slit, she bent and the tip of her tongue came out to lap it up. It was pure strength of will that kept Blake from lifting his hips to thrust deep when her lips parted to engulf him. The warmth was heaven and the flutter of her tongue had Blake practically crying in pure joy. When she began to bob her head up and down the shaft, his fingers curled into the sheet beneath him.
It never failed to amaze him how incredible it felt to be held in this woman’s mouth as she worshiped his cock. Blake didn’t bother to hold back any groan or moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure when her cheeks hollowed and, once again, she taught him how wonderful sucking could be. She took his balls into her hand, gently massaging them as she licked and sucked until he could feel an orgasm building. It was almost painful but was an agony he knew would explode into a supernova of exquisite pleasure. A sudden tightening of her hand on his testicles reminded Blake of her position in his life.
“May I come, Mommy?”
Her fingers relaxed as she looked up at him. The sight of one cheek bulging with the head of his cock pushing against it made Blake’s toes curl with the need to ask her for more.
“May I come in your mouth, please, Mommy? Please!”
It was pure torture as he teetered on the razor’s edge, knowing to fall one way would have his cum splashing onto his belly and chest. Falling the other way would reward him with the incredible sensation of her muscles tightening around him as he spilled down her throat, her tongue sliding along his jerking length as if encouraging him to give her every single drop. Blake never knew which way he’d fall until and if she granted permission, the unknown adding yet another layer to the torturous bliss his Mommy ruled over.
“Yes, baby, give Mommy all of your sweet cum.”
With a cry of gratitude, Blake welcomed the lightning that shot through him, his toes uncurling to rigidly point on their own. His entire body tensed and temporarily froze for that magical moment where every single nerve ending sparked like an electric shock before the explosion of his climax had him shouting her name. Cum shot from his cock; the woman he adored swallowing again and again. It was every bit as wonderful as it always was and when it was over, his cock twitching as it slowly softened, he asked for permission yet again.
“Mommy? May I be your Big boy now?”
Her head lifted and he groaned as her tongue darted out to swipe at the corner of her lips where a drop of his cum lingered. She smiled and smacked her lips. “And why do you want to be Big?”
“Because I’m hungry too,” Blake said, watching her pupils dilate and her face flush the prettiest pink he’d ever seen.
“Well, what sort of Mommy would permit her Little boy to go hungry?” she asked as she allowed the robe she wore to slide from her shoulders, the silk slipping down her body to reveal her breasts and the gentle roundness of her belly. Like a butterfly shedding its cocoon, she left the silk where it lay.
“A very mean Mommy,” Blake said, arching his eyebrow, his Littleness dropping away in both the tone of his voice and his personae as he reached to cup her cheek in his palm. “So? May I? Be Big?”
“Yes, you?—” .
Blake had already flipped her onto her back and had moved to kneel between her legs before she could utter the final word, “may”.
“My, my, you must be very hungry.” Her purr became a moan when he spread her legs and pushed her heels toward her ass to open her wide for his pleasure.
“Starving!” Blake said a moment before he lowered his mouth and tongued her with one long swipe from ass to clit.
The sounds coming from her now were not those of his Mommy. Instead, they were from those of the woman Blake loved with his whole heart. He felt so very blessed to have her as both and would do everything in his power to make sure she was happy and fulfilled for the rest of her life. He slowly swirled the tip of his tongue around and around her clit, loving the way it swelled and twitched, circling but not yet tasting until she was the one begging him to touch her.
“Here?” Blake grinned as he licked the small bundle of nerves and watched her body tense as she gasped.
“Yes, oh, Blake, yes!”
He drew the bud into his mouth with one deep suckle that had her hips coming up off the mattress. Letting the swollen morsel pop free, Blake looked up between her splayed legs and shook his head. She obediently lowered her bottom but the little glare she gave had him chuckling.
“By that glare, I’m guessing that wasn’t where you wanted to be touched?”
“No–”
Not giving her time to complete her sentence, he slid a finger between the slick, swollen lips of her pussy. “Did you mean here?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Oh, pardon me, you want me to touch your butt?” Pulling his finger free, he ran it across her perineum to press the pad of his thumb against her anus.
“Blake,” she moaned, reaching down to grasp his hair. “Stop talking and touch me everywhere!”
He couldn’t help it. He might be Big right now, but there was still a lot of Little in him. Locking his gaze on hers, loving the lust and need reflected in their hazel depths, he said, “Ask nicely.”
She glowered at him for all of a second until he drove his fingers back into the warmth of her sex. When he curled them to stroke the soft pad of her G-spot, her glower became a look of pure, unadulterated lust.
“Oh… oh, please. Pretty, pretty, pretty please. Make me come, Blake.”
What more could a man, Big or Little, ask for?
Lowering his mouth, Blake licked, sucked, and rolled the bud between his teeth. As he feasted, his fingers busy deep inside her, she began to writhe like a sensuous serpent.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted as he added a third finger, driving them deeper and faster.
Finger-fucking her, Blake began to take little nips of her inner thighs, the lips of her vulva before taking the extremely sensitive bud of her clit between his teeth, loving every whimper and shudder she made.
“Just like that, please, oh, please don’t stop.”
Blake felt the walls of her pussy beginning to tighten and knew she was so very close. Looking up, he could see the muscles in her belly quivering. As if she could sense him looking, she opened her eyes and met his. That was when he slid his thumb into her ass at the exact same moment he bit down on her clit. Beverly’s eyes went wide, her pupils dilating as she screamed, her back arching off the bed as Blake witnessed what he must have looked like when he’d shattered. Before the convulsions stopped, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, thrusting into her until he was balls deep. When her gaze found his again, he reached for the hands she offered, entwining their fingers as he rocked his hips.
Enjoying the small twitches her pussy made after they’d exploded together, Blake didn’t rush to pull his cock free. He loved being her Little, but also truly savored the times she allowed the Big him this gift. Kissing her once more, he slid free and dropped to lie beside her as he dragged the covers over their nakedness.
She curled herself around him, kissed his shoulder, and whispered, “I love you, Blake.”
“I love you more,” Blake managed before sleep claimed them again.