Dahlia Mountain

Meet Cute

The tiny hole-in-the-wall dive bar had to contain half the population of this impossibly small town tonight. It was without question more people in one place than I had seen in the short time since I had moved here. My motel wasn't even a mile walk but I wasn't used to walking unlit roads through the woods and we were most definitely deep deep in the woods. The whole walk here I kept telling myself I was statistically safer walking here than in the bustling New York streets I was so comfortable on. It didn't help and I was really going to want some liquid courage to get myself to make the walk back in the dark. Why had I even bothered leaving the room. What was I hoping for? To make a friend? Just to talk to another human? I was belly up to the bar desperately trying to flag down a bartender. Finally I somehow managed to snag a high top barstool but that was where my luck ran out. After an excruciating fifteen minutes of trying I gave up and spun myself around to try to elbow my way out of this way too overcrowded place. As I spun and hopped off my stool the empty floor space in front of me was suddenly filled with a mountain of a man, the largest man I had ever seen in real life by a seriously substantial amount. Unable to stop my forward momentum I hit the brick wall of his chest bouncing off and stumbling a step backwards. He reached out quickly to pull me back upright, steadying me and gods his hands were massive! I started to mumble an apology but what came out was "Holy shit!" He cracked a wide smile down at me, laughing a deep rumbling laugh. His smile was so genuine it took me aback. When it reached his eyes the dim bar lights danced in them drawing me in deeper. I stopped breathing for a moment. He leaned down to me asking "Can I help you?" "I don't know, can you?" I choked out followed by "um....you're big" and a half embarrassed chuckle. His smile broadened further as he responded "and you're little" which I felt wasn't strictly true. It was very true that I was short. At five foot nothing I was eye level well below his massive chest. But I also hadn't seen two hundred pounds in quite some years. Regardless he was right. I was positively tiny compared to him. I chirped out a nervous laugh and then I was off my feet, swept into the air and deposited back onto the barstool. The giant was leaning over me a hand in the air to get the bartender's attention. "I'm Nathan" he said from above me. "What do you drink?" "Jo" I said before answering "and a whisky double, neat." The bartender immediately clocked the huge man and came over to take his order. As Nathan leaned deeply over me to slide the bills to the man I found my face buried in his chest, the smell of outdoorsman overpowering me. I could smell the sun, and sweat, and pine sap on him. Before I could catch myself I moaned. After handing off the money Nathan leaned back out and asked "um did you just moan into my chest?" "No?" I answered quickly and felt a blush rising from my chest to my face. I locked eyes with him and asked "I'm blushing aren't I?" He lowered his face all the way down to mine and tucked his mouth against my ear "It's absolutely lovely, do you turn that color everywhere?" Oh gods, my heart which had been pounding in my chest since he had scooped me into those massive arms started pounding elsewhere. "Join me on the back terrace?" He asked. "The crowd thins out back there." "Absolutely" I replied. He grabbed our drinks one in each hand and lowered himself to my level. "Arms around my neck, hold tight" he cautioned. "Fun" I squealed as I wrapped my legs around his middle and he made our way through the  crowded room and out the back door.

He angled us towards a dark quiet part of the back garden and deposited me atop the four foot rock retaining wall. He placed our glasses on the wall on either side of me and straightened himself up to full height so he was once again looking well down at me. "How tall are you?" I asked. "Six foot nine" he answered with a wicked grin, leaning back in over me. "I weigh four fifty if that's your next question, and you're blushing again" he chuckled. I could feel the heat flushing across my breasts and up my throat, across my face and I glanced away. " No, don't look away. Look me in the eyes when you blush for me" he leaned further in and cupped my chin firmly tilting my face up locking my eyes with his. Fuck, I was going to have this man tonight. I threw my arms up around his neck and pulled him down to me. His lips met mine, matching my intensity and increasing it. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue found mine. He tasted as good as he smelled. His massive arms wrapped around me crushing me to him as our kiss became wilder. He nipped at my lip before lowering his mouth to my neck kissing along my throat. When he bit down hard I moaned into him arching into his body. The sudden and unexpected pain driving me near feral. He abruptly pulled himself back from me. "Let's slow down here little girl" he said. I gave him a tiny pout but picked up my drink knocking it back. "Maybe get to know each other just a little bit?" He asked, taking a long pull on his ale before continuing "Jo, is that short for anything? "Just Jo" I replied. "Okay, Jo" he said, "I've never seen you before and this is a small small teeny tiny town. I'm pretty sure the grandmas down at the diner have attempted to set me up with every girl and a few boys, anyone remotely close to my age at least twice and you never made that list." I answered him "That's because I'm new, been here three long weeks. I'm staying at the motel." (I didn't have to specify which one as there was only one in fifty miles.) "I've been looking for a small place to rent on a short term lease but had no luck yet. I'm here kicking off my midlife, new life-new me phase. And if I just so happen to manage to get some writing done while I do that then my publisher will just be beside herself with joy. You?" I asked. "Been here my whole life. I work for fish and wildlife. The job is great, mostly hiking and scrambling under fallen trees and into caves tagging endangered or tracking invasive species, things like that. I love it but the long days in the backcountry do get lonely. I'll be honest, you showing up tonight blushing all pretty pink for me and moaning into me might be the most excitement I've had in years." "That's a lot of pressure on a girl." I joked back. "But I could really use some excitement and release myself after these last few weeks of being holed up in that little motel room." (to myself I thought, the last awful year really, hell the last two decades) I bit my lip not sure how direct I needed to be here. I held his gaze trying to deduce whether he was understanding what I was offering. He sighed a deep sigh and leaned back into me. He paused a terribly long time before asking "How do you feel about pain little one?" I started and leaned back to lock eyes with him. "Pain with pleasure you mean?" I asked but I could already feel my body answering him. My stomach filling with butterflies. I blushed for him again my breath hitching as I spoke "I like it very much." His voice lowered and he pulled me back into him growling against my ear he asked "How much pain?" Heat pooled in my core and I began to wonder what I might have gotten myself into here as the excitement in my body only increased. "Can you elaborate?" I asked. He brushed the lightest kiss against my lips then and took my hand in his. He pulled me forward and ran my hand in between us to lay my palm on the obscene bulge in his pants. Now, he may have been the largest man I'd ever seen, but at least I was aware men his size existed. What I had my hands on now was fiction. This size could not, should not exist. My eyes dropped to stare in disbelief at the promise I held in my hands before snapping back to his and I saw him smile as he registered the fear in them.

My lips parted in a silent oh "You're going to hurt me." I whispered, not daring to break eye contact. He leaned in brushing his cheek across mine before his mouth stopped against my ear. "I'm going to hurt you... a lot. Is that something you want?" He asked, his lips barely brushing my ear, breath hot on my skin. I silently nodded my head. I hadn't turned him loose and I could feel him coming to life in the grip of my hand, growing into something that should have inspired fear and a sense of self preservation in me. Instead I could feel the wet heat of my desire soaking through my panties into my sundress. He was rocking his hips against my hand almost imperceptibly, just enough for him to keep growing in my hand. His lips moved against my ear again. "This isn't going to be a fun quick lay with a guy you picked up at the bar. When you come you will come weeping. This might sound like fun....until it doesn't. I think most women do not want to hurt quite this badly. I... I just want to be very honest with you." I pulled my face back from him to lock eyes with him again, my breath ragged with desire. "What are you thinking?" he asked. "I'm wondering how much of you I could fit in my throat." I answered honestly. He chuckled, "I'm not fitting in that tiny mouth at all, but I'm glad you like a challenge" he replied. Then his arms were around me, one massive hand knotted in my hair pulling me into another kiss. It wasn't gentle. The hand wrapped in my hair pulled it tightly holding me firm in the kiss. His mouth covered mine roughly and when his teeth found my lip I tasted my blood. "I really need you to want to hurt for me little one" he said against my mouth, his tone pleading. I kissed him back meeting his urgency and squeezed hard with the hand he was still rubbing himself into. A ragged moan tore from his lips into my mouth and he scooped me into his arms, my legs wrapping back around his waist, before he easily hopped the retaining wall and walked us through the alley to his truck parked around the building. He dumped me unceremoniously into the passenger seat before slamming the door and hurrying to the drivers side. He was in and had turned the  truck on in one smooth motion.

I watched him drive in silence, his jaw tight. "Are you afraid I won't be able to take you?" I finally asked. He cut his eyes to mine. "I'm... honestly afraid that you will. I've never really had a plaything I didn't have to hold back from and treat like the breakable doll they were. I think," he paused here "that you will let me break you. I'm not going to be gentle for even a moment" he answered. "Safe word?" he asked. "RED" I answered. He nodded and continued, "I am going to break you open, and if you take all of me without coming apart then I'm going to turn you over and fuck you in the ass while you scream for me. You'll scream until you lose your voice and still I won't be done with you. By the end you'll be nothing but tears and silent sobs but you'll come for me through the pain again and again." I could feel my heartbeat pounding hard in my sex. For a moment I felt I was going to come just sitting right there in the seat of his truck as he described the wonderful terrible things that were going to happen to me tonight. A small moan escaped my lips and his eyes flashed momentarily to mine. I was gripping the armrest like my life depended on it. "I'm afraid I'm making a mess of your seats" I admitted, a shiver in my voice. His arm reached across me and that massive hand was under my dress and feeling the soaking wet fabric of my panties and the back of my dress. I was definitely soaking through to the seats. His finger pulled my soaking underwear aside and dipped into me, the pad of his thumb pressing into my clit. I moaned out a desperate needy sound. He added a second finger and I gripped the seats tightly realizing that I was as full as I had ever been with just two of this man's fingers inside of me. I glanced over between his legs thinking of the monster waiting for me there. He caught me looking but said nothing. He just removed his hand and licked his fingers clean, baring down on the gas then shifting the truck into the next gear hurtling us through the night toward my waiting torment.

He downshifted as we pulled off the road onto a long gravel drive through the trees, though he was still taking the drive at an unsettling speed. As we took the mile long drive he finally spoke again. "Listen, I'm a gentleman. I want you to know. I really am a sweet friendly guy. Honestly, I do local volunteer work and my community matters to me. I am going to treat you with gentleness and respect every moment that I am not destroying you. I am not a monster. I just really really want you to know beforehand because you're going to meet a monster tonight. He grabbed my arm and roughly yanked my body across the gearshift to place my hand against the terrifying bulge in his pants. He pressed my hand down firmly, painfully and rubbed himself against my palm. "I never get to be the man that you've awoken tonight. Thank you for offering yourself. He spoke through gritted teeth. "But please know that I will be able to stop myself when you can't take it anymore, when you say RED for me. I promise." I gripped him harder then and replied "I won't, that's my promise."