Dahlia Mountain

Anniversary

Nathan was seated on the couch reports in hand pretending he didn't know what today was as I was doing post breakfast dishes. Neither of us had brought up the one year anniversary of our meeting, of his declaration of love to me, but we both knew what day it was. I glanced up to see him watching me and gave him a small contented smile. As I walked in between him and the coffee table to collect his mug his arm shot out and grabbed me around the waist. He tossed his papers on the table and I just barely caught sight of his erect monster waiting for me in the second before Nathan hooked his fingers in my pants and pulled them down just below my hips, only far enough to give him access to me. He spit into his hand and ran it down his cock before impaling me on it to the hilt. I was taken by surprise and I was completely dry, the little saliva he had applied to himself doing nothing to help ease him into me. I was screaming like it was our first time and Nathan moaned into the back of my neck clearly enjoying the agony in my voice. Then he was pulling me up almost off of him before slamming me back down as I screamed without stopping, barely drawing in just enough ragged half breaths to continue wailing. He repeated the move until roaring his pleasure into my ear I could feel his cock jerking inside me as he filled me. Still I screamed, the pain delicious with no pleasure to numb it. He fisted a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my head back so he could access my face and lick along the trail of my tears. He whispered against my ear "Thank you so much for suffering for me little one. I needed it today. Would you like your pleasure now?" I laid my head back against his chest and let all of my weight collapse against him. After a few moments of panting, thinking I replied "no, thank you my Mountain, could I have more pain please?" Nathan moaned an unnatural half snarl into my ear and then I was being lifted off of him.

He threw me roughly over his shoulder and was out the back door walking us into the woods. For a while I thought we were heading for Church but about a half mile in he veered from the path into the undergrowth. He walked for some time before we entered a clearing and he set me on my feet ordering me to strip. Dead center of this clearing was a tree like none I had ever seen, an ancient oak her branches traveled as much along the ground as they did upward. She stretched outward a hundred or more feet across creating a maze of branches throughout the entire clearing. I gazed around in amazement. The clearing was obviously being maintained and in fact I could see that some of the trees weaker looking branches had wooden supports under them. Scattered around the clearing were stone and wooden benches, dahlias in all colors planted all around them. "Nathan," I asked breath catching in my throat "what is this place?" Nathan was busy in the tree line cutting lengths of some kind of pliable rough looking vines. He stalked back over to me lust still clouding his eyes. "A gift I've been working on for you." And he bent down to press a chaste kiss to my lips before walking past me and looping one of the vines over a strong looking branch just a couple feet above my head height. He continued his answer. "Ever since I found her I knew she would make the perfect temple to you. A place that I could worship you properly. Somewhere that could belong to you and no one else. Somewhere for you to sit and write the next great American novel. Come here." He commanded. I walked to him then and he took both my hands in one of his and began to wrap the vine that was attached to the tree tightly around them. He tied my wrists together and wrapped the vines about half way up my forearms. Once I was tightly and painfully restrained he pulled the vine further over the limb raising my arms over my head. He tightened the vine further then and I was lifted off the ground until I was barely able to make contact with the ground with just the tips of my toes. Nathan stepped back surveying me and let out a loud moan. I could clearly see his approval of his work as it pressed against his pants. He unfurled the second length of vine that he had cut and stepped up to me asking "Are you ready for the pain that you asked for my little goddess?" I was, and I nodded eagerly. He pulled the makeshift whip back and let it fly. It struck me across the belly and breasts. I screamed as the fire lit across my body. I looked down and I could see the small line of blood blooming across me as the roughness of the bark on the vine lightly tore at my skin. Nathan paused and watched me as I adjusted to and processed this new pain. He pulled himself from his pants stroking his massive pink cock slowly as he watched me cry. He stepped up to me then asking "is this the pain you wanted my love?" I nodded as my tears ran down my face dropping onto my breasts mixing with the blood there and running down my body in rivulets. My arms already screaming with the fire of the muscles being pulled at such an awkward angle as they held so much of my weight and the line of fire across my chest had only barely started to settle into a low stinging pain. Nathan watched me suffer through lust crazed eyes awhile longer before quietly saying "Today as an anniversary gift to me I want you to use RED for me. I've longed to hear it from your lips for a year now. I will stop after every stripe and you will either beg me for another or you will say RED, do you understand?" I nodded and said "yes my God, my Mountain" and Nathan smiled then at the defiance that I knew he could see in my eyes. This was going to take awhile.