Unknown Diners

Chapter Sixteen

Lorne and Catherine lay connected, cuddling and talking as they gently tilted and rotated their hips from time to time, enjoying the sensations and their closeness. The cabin had darkened, the mid-June sun gone, the light of the waxing gibbous moon through the skylight offering their only illumination.

"The caveman thing must be innate. I jumped straight into it."

"What I hear from the girls is many men never get over it. Many women have to endure being plundered. Raped, more accurately, when all they want is gentle loving. Sure, some get off on the rough stuff, but... You'll have to... Excuse me... Popping again... Oh fuuuuu..."

She melted into him, slowly regaining her breath as she sprinkled his face with kisses, licks and nips. After she had come down, she ground her mound into him and said, "Your turn, Lorne — I've been hogging the orgasms here. It's now well past your turn."

A few minutes later, as they writhed together recovering from their mutual explosions, she sighed and said, "Now that's the way to do a quickie — three hours of build-up." She grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him closer. "I'm still hungry for more of you, but I have another hunger. We should eat."

"There's still the pack from eSushi in the fridge. I could open a bottle of Champagne —"

"Didn't you say that a while ago? Guess it's a few hours ago now." She pointed up at the deck hatch. "There's the moon almost straight above us — looks like four or five days to full."

"It's full on the twentieth, the same day as the solstice. It'll be near its perigee so we'll have a supermoon."

"You have a broad interest, a well-rounded education. Your captivity? Your schooling through that?"

"He was kind and gentle much of the time. Classically educated in Greek, Latin, philosophy, literature, history, the sciences. He loved teaching, sharing his knowledge. Being a teacher, he had easy access to textbooks and curriculum, and he also kept me supplied with wonderful books from the library. He was a great tutor and was always asking me what I wanted to study next. It was apparent he loved me, loved me in his sick and twisted way."

"But he kept you chained?"

"After the funeral and public stuff, he helped me organise the estate with Dad's lawyers, setting up the trust account and other details. Then he took me upstairs to the garret suite and padlocked a chain around my ankle and locked the other end to an eyepad on the floor. That would be my home for seventeen months — well, changing the padlock arrangements."

Lorne paused and held her tightly for a while, then continued. "He'd spend a few hours a day teaching, always ending with sex education. He moved quickly into his twisted ideas as he fondled me, trying to arouse me. My response was revulsion."

"He sounds psychotic — Jekyll and Hyde. Did he get angry with your response? Violent? Hit you?"

"No, he was always calm and methodical. Gentle, actually. He had binders full of images from smut magazines and some he had printed from the internet. He showed them to me, trying to get a rise."

Lorne looked at her in the dim light. "We can stop here if you want. Come back to it later."

"Your choice, really. You stop when you want."

"He began by showing me truly gross stuff, mutilation and torture, but he soon realised those would garner nothing but revulsion from me. He tried gay porn and got nowhere, so he resorted to pretty porn, soft porn, beautiful women, natural, inviting, exciting. He received the rise he wanted from me for his photos."

Lorne paused, hugged her more tightly again, then said, "I think it's time for something much more pleasant. Some sushi and Champagne?"

He turned on the lights, and they slowly untangled and unplugged. "I'm quite sloppy here," she said, holding herself and laughing. "I think we need to change the sheet again."

"You should be flooded. I thought I'd never stop coming. When are you fertile?"

"I normally ovulate with the full moon, bleed with the new moon. I've always been regular, my system is tied to the lunar cycle, so I don't mark the calendar. I simply watch the sky." She stared at him, her smile becoming increasingly sublime as she continued quietly calculating.

"Your little beasties will last four or five days in here." She rose into a shoulder stand. "Let's keep them all in, let the boat's gentle rocking help move them through my cervix to my tubes. Go get the sushi and the Champagne, you can feed me here."

He hugged her legs, then spread them a bit and wrapped them around his neck as he stared at the sublime expression on her face. Tears ran down his cheeks and dripped off his chin whiskers to wet her further.