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Quicksilver Messenger Pt. 11

Chapter 21

Steve saw the distant trails of dust in the air and knew the sheriff was about a half hour away. Obviously he had miss judged how fast the Sheriff would be here. His early estimate of 20 minutes was closer to 45 minutes. The plumes told Steve that there were at least three vehicles and maybe more. He knew they were both in for a long morning, giving a report of everything that had happened. With April asleep in his arms he thought he would just enjoy their time together before the chaos gathered.

There is something heartwarming and special about holding April in his arms as she slept. In the last three days both of them had changed. April seemed even more beautiful now than when he first met her. Her face was softer more feminine, more open and giving than she used to be. The hard lines around her mouth and eyes were gone, and she looked almost doll like in her serenity. It was as if the worries of the world had disappeared from her face and her body relaxed in a trusting contentment.

He lovingly stroked her hair and kissed her forehead with a casual loving gesture. April responded by sighing his name and snuggling tighter in his arms. Their bodies fit perfectly together and his arms tightened trying to get her as close as he could. He watched her sleep in awe. She would twitch in her sleep erotically moaning his name and afterwards snuggle tighter into his arms. At one point she had a particularly violent shutter and in her sleep whimpered, "Stay Steve, stay with me Master."

Steve was pleased that even as she slept he dominated her dreams. He wanted to reassure her and responded by tightening his arms and whispering into her ear, "I'm yours baby. I'm not going anywhere my love." Even in her sleep April preened against him as she heard those words and her lips curled into a blissful smile.

Steve absent-mindedly stroked her hair and caressed her face as he watched her sleep. She had very quickly captured a place in his heart and he knew they both needed each other. He felt a strong ache in his chest when he heard her moaning and whimpering his name as she slept. He knew she had captured him, but he could tell that he owned her as well. Looking at her he felt very possessive and growled, "You're mine and only mine."

The smile on her face broadened until her whole face glowed with a dreamy happiness. She had morphed into the perfect woman, at least perfect for him. It was hard for him to even remember the hard-bitten, arrogant, cock-tease that he first met. She was so much more than that now and she belonged to him. His smile tightened, because with ownership came great responsibility.

She was a very strong independent woman, and she had protected her heart by hiding it behind her castle walls. Now he had breached her castle walls and captured her heart, so it was his responsibility to keep it safe. There had been a pure beautiful innocence woman hidden inside her and he had forced her to reveal it. It was his duty now to make sure that she has never hurt again.

He had come to Alpine reveling in his freedom and promising never to open his heart again. At first, he had been willing to play April's games, but everything began to change after the spanking. Somewhere during the time he had her on the rafters the real April was revealed to him. In those moments with her heart open, raw, and vulnerable to him, he fell in love with the real April. Those moments of unbearable pleasure had cracked open the castle around her heart and the brilliance of the real April had shown through. He didn't want it, but he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with the innocent little girl he saw inside. His heart seemed to have a mind of its own.

Steve's musings were cut short as he heard the Sheriff's vehicles grinding her way up the rocks to where they were. He looked down at April's serene face and bent down to kiss her lips. He let his tongue trace her lips until her mouth opened in a plea for more. He knew she was awake now and Steve softly whispered, "The Sheriff's almost here baby, it's time to wake up."

April's eyes opened with the purest look of love Steve had ever seen. She studied his face almost as if she was seeing it for the first time. She had expected this to be one incredible dream and he would be gone when she woke up. He was still here, holding her, with his eyes telling her that he loved her as much as she loved him. She had been dreaming of the way he made love to her and she wasn't ready to get up. Her eyes closed, with her lips curling into a petulant pout as she moaned, "No, I'm not ready to wake up!"

Steve knew how she feels he wasn't ready for her to be out of his arms either, but the sheriff wouldn't wait. Steve wove his fingers into her hair, nodded his fist and pulled her face away from his chest. Her eyes were open now looking at him intensely and he could see her craving for more. "Little girls who pout and say no to their master could get a spanking!"

April's whole face lit up in impish grin, "Oh Master, do you promise."

Steve laughingly said, "Absolutely my spoiled little girl!"

Steve flipped her over in his lap and gave her a quick pop on her very inviting ass cheek. April moaned, wiggled her butt and seductively whimpered, "One master, may I have another?"

Steve laughed as he flipped her back over in his lap. He loved her playful manner and he almost felt giddy as they played together. "Yes my sexy little imp, but there's a time and place for everything. Right now the Sheriff will be here any second. As much as I want to play with my baby; right now I have to protect her reputation."

April's playful look faded and was replaced by one of complete and total, giving everything you have, love. Her eyes glistened with the intensity of the love she felt for this man. While their lovemaking had been nothing short of incredible she could tell he really loved her, all of her. Every other man in town would've wanted to brag that they bedded April, but he wanted to protect her. He was her teacher, her lover, her master, as well as, her knight in shining armor.

April jumped against his chest wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. In an emotion choked voice said, "Oh God Steve, I love you so much."

Their lips merged in a deep, loving and soulful kiss that affirmed everything both of them were feeling. They held each other tightly as their mouths fused in a passionate kiss. The kiss would've gone on forever, except the engine sounds of the Sheriff's vehicles were within seconds of being there. Steve broke the kiss suddenly and lifted April out of the car so she could stand on her own feet. She smoothed his jacket down over her butt and it fell about mid-thigh.

Steve jumped out of the jeep and stood directly behind April holding her shoulders. April needed his hands on her to give her the courage to face the upcoming inquiry. She felt him kiss the top of her head just as the Sheriff's SUV appeared around the boulder and came to a screeching halt in front of them. Steve gathered April's long hair and draped it down her back. Once he made sure the Sheriff was watching he put his hand on her neck and chills ran down April spine. She knew what it meant. He was publicly announcing to anyone that could read body language that she belongs to him.

The Sheriff immediately understood the gesture and his eyes swiveled April. She felt chills and butterflies as the Sheriff waited for her response. She could have publicly rebuked Steve and let the Sheriff know that no one could claim her and she was still on her own. However, that was not anything close to what she was feeling inside. She did belong to him; body and soul. She wanted him to own her, use her, fuck her, torment her, adore her, pamper her, cherish her, hold her and protect her. April leaned back into Steve's chest and covered his hand with hers. Their fingers wove together around her neck, further demonstrating their commitment to each other.

The Sheriff's eyes opened wide as he understood what was going on. Apparently a lot had changed in two days. These two seemed like the most unlikely list of couples, but he had never seen April look like this. She was softly radiant like only a woman in love can be. As he looked into her eyes he could see the spoiled bitch persona wasn't there anymore. She had given herself to someone she could finally trust. He could tell none of this had anything to do with sex or lust. The Sheriff could tell there were deep loving feelings on both sides and Steve was just making it known to everyone there to keep their hands off.

He had known April since she was five. Her mother dominated her first 10 years and her father dominated the rest. She had always been scared and aloof. He could tell that she covered all of her loneliness with arrogance and brash self-indulgence. He had seen her inner beauty when she volunteered at the old folk's home and at the hospital. He knew there is a kind and beautiful woman inside hungering to get out.

April had been like the daughter he never had and he wanted her to finally achieve her dreams. He had always wanted to see her get out from under her father's influence and he wanted to see her very happy. The sheriff never expected Steve to be the person she would fall in love with. He had seen how shaken she had been when they kissed in his room, but he never expected this.

The Sheriff nodded his head silently letting both of them know that he understood. He gave April a fatherly smile that told her he was very happy for her. He quickly turned off his smile became the Sheriff again asking, "I'll need statements from both of you and I need you to separate. I have that infamous backpack of yours in the back of my Tahoe. However, first one of you has to show me where the kidnapper is."

April turned in Steve's arms, giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the chest before she went back to the Sheriff's car to write her statement. Steve's heart and arms ached to have her back, but he knew they had work to do. He took a deep cleansing breath, looked at the Sheriff and said, "Follow me."

Steve walked over to the ledge by the mining shack and pointed over the edge. Sheriff looked over the edge and grimaced. Steve had grown used to the Sheriff's nonverbal communication and when he looked at him questioningly he knew what the Sheriff wanted. Steve left out everything about their night together. He began with the car chase, Peter abducting April from her house and concluded with her exposing herself as a distraction so he could take out Peter.

The sheriff glanced over to his car and smiled tightly as he saw April in the front seat writing out her statement. He turned back to Steve and put a strong hand on his shoulder. Their story told him that both of them had put everything on the line to save the other. The Sheriff gained new respect for Steve and truly felt a little choked up that April had finally found real love. He had seen all the bullet holes in Steve's car and now with this story he knew April had found someone who would love and protect her. Steve had already put his life on the line to protect April and that meant a lot to the Sheriff.

Sheriff got back on track and asks Steve about what was so important in his computer backpack. Steve explained that he had done the mercury consulting job for Hunt oil and Peter had been the refinery manager. Peter had apparently signed off on the plan to send mercury into the atmosphere and Steve's report had detailed the entire scheme. If the truth came out he would be sued in bankruptcy and most likely go to jail. Steve explained that April had been only a pawn to discredit Steve. When that didn't work he had resorted to more drastic tactics, but April had been innocent of any wrongdoing.

Sheriff looked off in the distance while his mind tried to assimilate this complicated scheme. Steve could almost see the wheels turning in the Sheriff's head as he tried to put all the pieces together.

Steve started thinking about mercury and its uses. Because it's a liquid metal it has long been used in place of ball bearings. Mercury seals could withstand much more pressure than most bearings. For places like water treatment plants with huge trickling filters, a mercury seal was ideal. That ideal slippery metal created havoc whenever the seal broke. Trying to track down the slippery metal was why the old-timers used to call mercury, Quicksilver. Once the Quicksilver gets loose it slithers everywhere and it's almost impossible to clean up.

Before its risks were fully realized mercury had been used in everything from part of the amalgam in dental fillings to make-up. It had even been used in many drugs before its danger was known. Once it was in something Quicksilver was hard to get rid of. Steve had written his master's thesis on mercury detection and had gained a huge respect for Quicksilver. Hunt Oil refinery was only one of many mercury consulting jobs he had taken on. He had been finding mercury in almost everything and had an effect become a messenger on the dangers of Quicksilver.

Both Steve and the Sheriff were startled out of their musings by the sound of a helicopter coming towards them. The sheriff didn't want the crime scene being contaminated and he gestured wildly for the helicopter to land on flat spot about a mile away. He then sent one of his deputies to pick up whoever was in helicopter. Both Steve and the Sheriff already knew who that was, since the helicopter had Hunt Oil emblazoned on its side.

About five minutes later, one of the SUVs came back and Mr. Hunt bailed out of the car and headed directly to the sheriff. He totally ignored April as he walked by, but Steve could see her watching him with a quizzical look. He walked right up to the Sheriff and with arms akimbo demanded, "What the hell's going on here?" Then he cocked his head at Steve and added, "What the hell is he doing here?"

The Sheriff seemed to be playing things close to the vest as he responded, "April has been kidnapped again and Steve saved her ... again. That's what he's doing here."

Mr. Hunt didn't seem to relax when he heard April was safe. He was still stiff and tense with his eyes darting around trying to take everything in. His eyes finally came back to the Sheriff and he asked, "What kind of ransom did the kidnapper demand and did Peter hurt April?"

Steve's eyes quickly swiveled to the Sheriff to see if he picked up on Mr. Hunt's slip of the tongue. The Sheriff didn't show any outward signs of recognition, but Steve noticed he was visibly stiffer towards Mr. Hunt. As far as Steve knew the identity of the kidnapper was only known by April, the Sheriff and himself. So how did Mr. Hunt know that Peter was involved?

The Sheriff's voice was a little tenser than it had been earlier as he answered, "The kidnapper was definitely going to hurt April. Steve intervened and saved her from being raped and killed. We have him in custody and he is undergoing interrogation right now." The Sheriff looked closely at Mr. Hunt as he added, "He is being very cooperative."

Steve looked at the Sheriff and wondered where he was going with this. While Peter had definitely wanted April to be naked for his viewing pleasure, he never tried to rape her as far as Steve knew. Obviously Peter was in custody, because he was lying in a mangled heap at the bottom of the cliff, but he sure wasn't talking.

The Sheriff was looking intently at Mr. Hunt trying to discern any kind of reaction. As far as Steve could tell the thought of April being raped didn't seem to get any kind of a rise out of Mr. Hunt. He did however look really agitated, but not angry or upset, just fidgety. Certainly not the kind of reaction you would expect from a father worried about his daughter. In fact, the only time he showed any reaction was when he mentioned Peter being in custody.

Steve took a step back to watch verbal chess match. He looked over at the Sheriff's SUV and saw April watching them intently. With his eyes he tried to tell her to stay where she was and turned back to look at the Sheriff.

Sheriff continued on, "As far as a ransom goes, the only thing he mentioned was Steve's backpack. We were just getting ready to send somebody back to the hotel to take a look and see if there might be something there."

Mr. Hunt suddenly looked very anxious and volunteered hopefully, "I can use my helicopter, go back into town and pick up the backpack. If you think that will help?"

The Sheriff chuckled, "No thanks, I have some folks going there as we speak."

Mr. Hunt quickly turned and started walking back to the helicopter with his phone to his ear. He never glanced at April or paid attention to her at all. The Sheriff immediately got on his phone as well, issuing orders to someone. Steve's focus was on April and he could see the hurt and confusion on her face as her father completely ignored her.

The Sheriff quickly finished issuing his orders and Steve grabbed his arm before he could get away. He turned to face him and Steve ask, "What was all that about raping April? You just goading Mr. Hunt, are there things I don't know?"

The Sheriff looked at him with anger showing on his face and between clenched teeth just, "In the back of Peter's car we found a rape kit. He had rope, duct tape, gags, blindfolds, as well as drugs to subdue someone. The worst part however, was that we found a bag of trophies. We found 21 different items in his trophy case. So we assume that he's been doing this for a while. There was a rapist nicknamed the ship channel rapist in Corpus Christi and Peter fits general description. We still have a lot of investigating, but I think you saved April from more than just a kidnapping."

The Sheriff turned away and made another call before he ran after Mr. Hunt. He stopped him from getting on the helicopter by telling him that he needed some more background and he needed answers to additional questions. The irritation of Mr. Hunt's face was obvious for Steve to see, but he stopped and let the Sheriff steer him towards another SUV and away from April. Steve took the opportunity to walk over to April to see how she was doing.

April was very happy to see Steve and grabbed his hand as he opened the door. Her eyes were very glad to see him and sparkled brightly as their hands touched. Her face however, was screwed up in a quizzical, questioning look. She confirmed that she ask, "What's going on? Why did my father just ignore me? What's the tension between my dad and Sheriff?"

Steve was not sure how much he should tell April, because most of it was still speculation. However, one way or another, her father was somehow involved. It could be something as innocent as finding out about Peter, but not saying anything. It could also that April's father had actually hired Peter to recover the Quicksilver report. The Sheriff's investigation would definitely reveal that. Steve thought she needed to know something. He gathered her in his arms and softly said, "Both the Sheriff and I feel like your father was somehow involved."

April's face first registered shock, but that quickly morphed into hurt and betrayal. She took a shuttering breath and as the tears leaked from her eyes, she inquired, "What made you think he's involved?"

Steve looked her in the eyes, kissed her on the tip of her nose as he gently answered, "He called the kidnapper Peter. So he knew who he was and that he was involved in your kidnapping. Also he seems more intent on getting my report out of my backpack than taking care of his daughter."

Steve could see the betrayal and pain etched deep in her face. She held on tightly to Steve and buried her face deep in his shoulder. Steve felt her shoulders shake as he wrapped her tightly in his arms. Her heart was breaking with her father's betrayal and all he could do let her know that he was there for her. He heard her murmur, "Why, Why would he do that?"
She jerked in his arms and fiercely whispered, "No, No he wouldn't do that!" Then she softened and breathlessly whispered, "Why is he acting the way he is?"

Steve held April tight as she wrestled with her feeling for her father. Mr. Hunt had always been a bit distant, but April had always though he was just preoccupied with business affairs. She knew that he loved her, but did he love his businesses even more? Was he scared about losing everything or the fines from the EPA? Surely all of that would be secondary to his only daughter.

Steve lifted April out of the SUV and with her in his arms he sat in the passenger side of the Sheriff's SUV. April snuggled in his lap still wrestling with the hurt and betrayal. Steve was the only person that seemed to care about her right now. Steve wanted to get her out of this circus ASAP. With one hand wrapped around April he grabbed the pad of paper April had been using for her statement and quickly began jotting down an outline of the events. He could fill in the finer details later. Right now April was his priority, and she needed to be out of here.

Steve kept glancing up to see what was going on with the Sheriff and Mr. Hunt and for the most part they were both on the phone. Steve was just finishing up when everything changed. Mr. Hunt pulled the phone from his ear, gave a sideways glance at the Sheriff and began jogging towards his helicopter. He had only taken about two steps when the Sheriff pulled the phone from his face and went after him in hot pursuit.

The Sheriff was running hard and Mr. Hunt didn't stand a chance. He wouldn't even halfway to his helicopter before the Sheriff tackled him. The Sheriff roughly pulled his hands behind his back and snapped on the handcuffs. The Sheriff hauled him roughly to his feet turned him around so that they were face-to-face and began yelling at him. From where Steve was he could only catch about every other word, but he heard the words; "How could you ... Rapist ... Betrayal ... April ... Over money."

Steve's worst fears about April's father seemed to be coming true. He looked down at her and she was watching the scene as well. At first, her pain was evident on her face but as the Sheriff continued berating her father her face hardened. As she watched the scene in front of her she realized that whenever she needed somebody the Sheriff had always been there for her.

Parent-teacher nights at the school, father daughter dance, and even her beauty pageants, he had always been there. As she watched the Sheriff she realized he loved her more like a daughter than her father did. She had always assumed he had been just doing what her father wanted, but now she realized that he really cared for her. Even now he was being more of a father to her than her own flesh and blood.

April looked up at Steve with pain in her watery eyes and choked, "Steve, please take me home. I can't stand this and need to get out of here."

Steve saw the look on her face and knew she needed to be out of here. He kissed her forehead, nose and lips, before he gently murmured, "Absolutely."

Steve slid out the door with April still in his arms. He set her on her feet and told her to go sit in the Jeep. Steve walked over to the Sheriff and Mr. Hunt, clenching his fists the whole way. The Sheriff saw him coming out of the corner of his eyes and swung Mr. Hunt behind him so that Steve couldn't get to him. He held up his hand and said, "Steve, as long as he is in my custody I can't let you hit him."

Steve nodded his head in understanding. Between gritted teeth he growled, "If he should ever escape and needs subduing please let me help you." He turned his look of hostility towards Mr. Hunt and said, "As far as I'm concerned you no longer deserve the title of father. I didn't know they actually stacked shit as a high as you are. I know you don't care, but you have betrayed everything good in your daughter and as long as I'm around you will never see her again."

Steve turned to look at the Sheriff and in a much softer conciliatory tone said, "Sheriff if it's okay with you I need to get April out of here. Between Peter and her father's abuse she has seen and heard more than she ever wanted to. If it's okay with you I'm taking her back to the ranch."

The Sheriff looked gratefully at Steve as he nodded his head in assent.

Chapter 22

The drive back was much more sedate than the breakneck speeds when he was chasing after April. Steve glanced away from the road into April's eyes and it was difficult for him to bring his eyes back to the road. Her face and eyes said it all. He was her white knight and she was devotedly in love with him. He could see her open heart through her eyes and her endless love was plainly visible. Her gaze was hypnotic full of innocent splendor, boundless desire, and the pledge of staggeringly pure devotion.

All the wealth a man could ever want was hidden in her eyes. There was the promise of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or the treasure of the Sierra Madre, but it wasn't money. The brightest points of blue light shining in her eyes were promises just for him. It was the kind of promise every man dreamed of; with limitless love at your fingertips. With her he felt strong, powerful and invincible, because he knew he would never have to face anything alone ever again.

Her love was like being in the eye have hurricane. Everything around him swirled with thunder or lightning in the midst of complete chaos. In the eye of the storm he was with her and there was an island of tranquility that filled him with a quiet contentment he had never known. She was compassionate, patient and generous with her love being unconditional and pure. He wanted to just pull over, stop and hold her in his arms until the rest of the world went away.

Steve grabbed April's tiny hand in his and their fingers wove together perfectly. It was as if their fingers were acting out the joining of their hearts. April lifted his hand and held it lovingly against her cheek. Neither one of them wanted to break the spell, but April sensuously kissed the back of his hand. She stretched out between the two bucket seats and laid her head in his lap.

For April, there was something about tactile contact with Steve. She could be content with his warmth or in his scent, but she really needed to feel him touching her skin. Whenever she felt him touching her she felt beautiful, she felt safe, but most importantly she felt loved, desired and wanted. There was something very sensual with her head in his lap. She could feel the muscles of his legs moving as he drove. She could feel herself through him; it was like her body only existed when he touched her.

Throughout the drive back to the ranch April relished the heat of his body and his scent holding her captive. His hand that was not holding the steering wheel held her so she wouldn't bounce out of the seat. She wished she wasn't wearing his coat, because she desperately wanted to have his hands on her skin. After last night all she could think of was Steve; holding her and making love to her. Nothing else in her life seemed to matter anymore.

The Jeep suddenly screeched to a halt and as April looked up she could see they were home. She turned her head, looked up at Steve and her heart ached in her chest. He was looking at her with committed and hungry love. The look in his eyes told her that he would do anything to keep her from harm, even from himself. His look was so loving and so intense she felt her eyes start to fill up with tears. He gently caressed her face and reverently whispered, "Baby I think you are starting to drop. I need to get you inside."

Steve pulled her across the seat and into his arms and stepped out of the Jeep, carrying her inside. He first took her to the kitchen and gave her a small glass of orange juice. He told her he felt her blood sugar was low and she needed to get some food in her. After she drank the juice he gathered her back up in his arms and took her up the stairs to her bedroom. April didn't say a word, just watched him pamper and take care of her as he stripped his jacket from her.

He tucked her under warm blanket and sat down beside her. He caressed her face gently as he said, "Baby, last night you experienced an intense physical and emotional release. With it came a release of your body's chemical cocktail that gave you the euphoria you felt. Right now you're showing all the symptoms of a drop and that means most chemicals are wearing off. So I want you to rest while I go make you some food. You need to let me take care of you for the next several hours."

Steve leaned over, kissed her and started to get up. As he was turning away April whimpered, "Steve, could you tie me up please?" Steve looked at her softly and questioningly. April melted under his inquiring gaze and added, "It frees me to think and understand."

Steve nodded his head, smiled and said, "Anything for my baby." He grabbed two strips of leather out of this gym bag, tied her hands together and bound them to the headboard. Finally, he covered her with a blanket, kissed her gently then went downstairs to make them breakfast.

When he walked out the door April felt a moment of panic. Tears poured out of her eyes and her heart ached in her chest as she thought about Steve not coming back. She knew he would be back and she trusted him more than she did any other human being.

April had longed for the hug of the rope. She yearned to feel the freedom that being bound gave her. The freedom she needed to express and feel her emotions. Last night with the hug of the leather binding her, she had felt safe enough to let him in. With her bindings she was free to give in to him sexually, mentally, spiritually and emotionally. It took the squeeze of her bindings to help Steve breach the walls around her heart. She needed desperately to feel tethered so she can feel free enough to feel and understand her wildly conflicting emotions.

The first time in her life she knew what it was like to truly love someone. She couldn't seem to focus on anything. She was unfocused with no direction, yet she felt forever contented. It was as if there was an itch inside her that she couldn't scratch; only Steve could. Her brain was fuzzy, but her body was alive with an intensity that blocked everything else. She was starving, but unable to eat. She yearned for something, but she didn't know what. Only Steve seemed to know what she needed.

April didn't know what to do, but she knew she loved him. She knew she craved his touch and didn't know if she could ever live without him. Yet she was conflicting with all the emotions swirling inside her. Could she spend her entire life craving the love of a dominant man? The more she thought about it the answer was easy. She had experienced more love and passion in one night that she had her entire life.

The act of submitting to Steve had been full of love and devotion. She would give everything she had to have that love and trust returned to her. Steve had already proven that she could trust him. He had established that he would give his life to protect hers. She finally understood that belonging to Steve was what she was meant for. Nothing else in her life had ever come close to fill those voids in her heart.

Steve entered the room with a tray full of bacon, eggs, toast and juice. He sat on the bed with the tray in his lap and reached over to untie her hands from the headboard. He told her to sit up and as she did the blanket dropped into her lap uncovering her breasts. Her bound hands dropped in her lap as she looked down to see her breasts almost begging him to ravish them. As he looked into her eyes he could tell she had made her decision and her pleading look said it all.

Steve knew she was his and now she was his responsibility. He took spoonful scrambled eggs and lovingly fed her. His gentle caring contrasted dramatically with his consuming passion the night before. The simple act of lovingly feeding her was the most heart enriching thing anyone had ever done for April. Tears of love and joy leaked from her eyes as he kept feeding her. For each bite she took he took a bite as well and he kept feeding her until all the food was gone.

When breakfast was done he pulled back the covers and told April lie in her stomach. He retied her hands to the headboard and brought out a bottle of lotion. Starting at her shoulders methodically massaged all the kinks out of her back, butt and legs. For April, Steve's hands on her were a dream come true. While his magic fingers were digging out all the knots in her back and shoulders her insides were smoldering. That's all it seemed to take anymore was Steve touching her and she was ready for him.

This time her body gave in to the fatigue. With a full stomach and the relaxing massage, April drifted into an exhausted sleep. Once he knew she was asleep Steve kissed her on the head and covered her with a blanket.

Steve grabbed his blackberry and went out to the porch. His first call was to the Sheriff to see what they needed for April and him to do. The Sheriff was still working with the district attorney to try and figure out what kind of charges they would bring against Mr. Hunt. The Sheriff told Steve that tomorrow would be good enough for their interviews and final statements.

The Sheriff also mentioned that they had towed his car back to Alpine. The city would be paying the bill for fixing his windshield and all the bullet holes in his Cobra. Steve thanked him for all the consideration and hung up. He sat for a few minutes with his head in his hands trying to figure out what he could say to his prospective employer.

His next call was to the plant in California. He was supposed to be there in three days and if he left now he could make it. However, he still had lots of unfinished business here in Alpine. His car had to be repaired and they had the statements for the Sheriff. Then there was April. They had to figure out what they were going to do, because they were part of each other now. They had to be together, and they just had to figure out how.

His call to the plant in California solved one issue. When they heard he had been involved in a kidnapping and murder they canceled his contract. They didn't want to be involved in any potential legal issues and the easiest thing was to cancel this contract. Steve told them to call the Sheriff and get his take on the matter. About fifteen minutes later, they called back and told him they were still on, but gave him a week's extension. That solved this timeline dilemma and he could stay to figure out his time with April.

With Steve's car paid for and the rental on his house paying for the house note; his expenses were minimal. He figured he could last at least six months on what he had in savings and if he were careful maybe more. However, he didn't want to wipe out his savings either, so he had to take the contract job.

He relaxed in the chair on the balcony for a few more minutes taking in the incredible view. Steve finally left his chair and went back inside, only to be stunned at the vision in front of him. April was awake, had kicked off all the covers and had turned over on her back. Her hands were still bound to the headboard and she was totally naked, looking at him expectantly.

Her voice was the sweetest sound he ever heard and his heart fluttered when he heard it. "Steve, I need to feel your hands on me and I need to feel you inside me. Please come and make love to me...Master!"

Steve slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to her. His eyes roamed lovingly over her silky skin and for April even a feathered caress could not have been more stimulating. She had trouble catching her breath while her nipples hardened and her womanly folds were slick with anticipation. April whimpered and squirmed under his scorching eyes. Her rapid shallow breaths dried out her half parted lips and her tongue sneaked out to wet them.

Steve stood momentarily while he undressed, but his eyes never left the delectable buffet of April in front of him. When he was naked he lay on the bed next to her and his hands began gentle fiery caresses over her sensitive skin. Steve gently leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. "This morning I am not your master. I'm just a man that loves you with all his heart. That's the way I will make love to you this morning. With my open heart I'm going to coax every bit of passion from you. This will be totally different from last night, but in the end I will still claim you as mine."

April's eyes were filled with fiery embers of understanding. The fire was still burning in her heart and in her body. His fingers roamed over her nipples evoking an adoring gasp. His fingers trail down her belly leaving passionate goose bumps in their wake. Throughout it all his eyes never left hers and he could see that she will do anything for him.

She can't help herself as she surrenders everything to him. Her surrender is complete and at this moment he can have anything he wants. If he wants her heart, her soul, her body or her sex, all are his for the taking. His hands roamed over her satiny skin, but he takes what he really wants ... Her lips. He bites, licks and devours her lips, while taking in her sweet breath.

His kiss is soft and loving, while the same time being wild and demanding. April gazed at him with a blank uncomprehending stare and she forgets how to breathe. The fiery tornado inside her banishes everything except Steve's hands and lips. Her back arches sacrificing her body on the altar of his desire and he can be as greedy as he wants, because everything she has is his.

Her eyes are lost in her passions firestorm, but the furrows in her face are pleading with him to fulfill his cravings. April knows that when Steve's desire is finally slaked, she will be the ultimate recipient. She knows he will take her places that are only theirs. It's a place so exquisite that all of her emotions are free to express themselves. As she giggles through her tears and she is safe to let him see how her heart beats for him

Steve wants nothing more than to see her sizzling passion exploding on her face. He wants to be staring in her eyes as loves passion overtakes her. Steve settled himself between her legs and slowly began to feed his cock into her drenched pussy. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt him splitting her open. It was exactly what she dreamed of and what she desired. Steve hovered over her arched body and he stared into her eyes while his engorged cock plunged inside her. He could see the awe and uncontrolled bliss in her eyes as his cock slowly sank deeper inside her.

For Steve this was all about her expressive face. All of her emotions were there in her eyes, her furrowed brow, her facial tics and her luscious mouth. As his cock finally filled her and rubbed up against her cervix, the delicious torment of his slow entry changed to heavenly ecstasy. Her brow smoothed, her eyes softened and her mouth hung open in an extended, ethereal moan. He stayed still with his cock buried against her cervix, while he watched her face revel in her exuberant emotions.

April was in seventh heaven. She was full of Steve and stretched magnificently by his cock. Hovering over her she could feel his breath on her face and the heat of his body scorching her skin. She was on sensory overload and it happened every time he took her. The world became brilliant place full of vivid colors and lights, with all of her senses attuned to his touch. Every time he made love to her it was a new experience, the lights, sounds and a different kind of bliss.

Part of April surrendered to him so she could feel the extraordinary rapture that he heaped upon her. There was another part that surrendered so she could be free to feel and experience all the emotions she kept bottled up. However, the most incredible part of her surrender was the transcending love she felt when their hearts connected. April was consumed by her love for Steve and as he hovered over her she could tell he felt the same.
Steve began to pull his cock back to her pussy lips, fighting muscles of her cunt that rippled to keep him inside her. Part of her wanted to fight to keep him deep inside her, but the fierce ecstasy made it impossible as all the nerves inside her rejoiced. Her mouth grimaced, her brow furrowed and her breasts heaved with shallow breaths as she rejoiced in the intense splendor.

He continued his slow torturous pace was driving April crazy with need and desire. His pace was fast enough to keep stoking the fire inside her, but slow enough to contain passions wildfire. He watched her face intently as she grappled with overwhelming desire. The torturous anxiety on her face let him know when it was time to give her the rapture she craved.

Steve slammed deep into April while his fingers flicked her clit. April felt like the top of her head blew off as the singular most explosive orgasm of her life detonated inside her. She felt like someone had hooked her up to some jumper cables. Her back arched, her legs twitched and her head was thrown backwards exposing all the distended veins and chords in her neck. All of her muscles were petrified with her loving bliss. The only part of body that didn't spasm with euphoria was her hands and that was because they were still bound to the headboard.

Steve used the opportunity to gorge on her deliciously exposed neck like a lion bringing down his prey. His voracious mouth heaped shivers on top of her already overloaded form. Meanwhile, his cock continued to own everything inside her. She finally remembered how to breathe and it came out in an unworldly scream of devotion. The vibrations from her scream reverberated through the veins in his mouth, increasing his hunger for her already straining neck.

April was where she wanted to be flying through the air consumed by Steve's fierce, loving passion. He had a hungry mouthful of her neck while ruling her heart. His demanding cock was directing her body's passion. His roaming hands pinned her underneath him providing the safety and dominance she needed. Her arms bound to the headboard gave her the freedom to feel her emotions. He was filling her heart to overflowing and giving her pleasure beyond compare.

As her climax began to wane she fell back to the bed her chest heaving trying to find air. Steve continued to pummel her and another cum began to build before the first even finished. He momentarily left her neck to look at her face. Her unseeing eyes were incredulous that she could feel this kind of love. She positively glowed, radiant as she finally came to accept that her heart and body are capable of such ecstasy. Her whimpers, moans, gasps and screams are an unwritten language that only Steve could understand.

Steve recaptured her neck in his mouth as April's next orgasm contorted her body and showered her mind with brilliant, flashes of color. She felt joyously alive as she's flies through the cosmos with the magic of his love guiding and controlling her. April doesn't even notice when one orgasm ends and the next begins. She's floating on clouds of bliss, but she still feels enveloped by his love. She feels the heat of his body blistering her skin, she is surrounded by his manly scent and she feels his heart pounding in his chest.

April heard and felt his groans of ecstasy against her neck as she feels him pulsing inside her. She knows he's cuming inside her and it fills her with an intense joy to know that she's the vessel for his love. April wrapped her legs around him and tugs on her arms trying to pull him against her. Almost as if he can read her mind Steve reaches up and unties her bound hands. She still feels as if she's flying, but he is her anchor as she wrapped her arms and legs around him feeling his weight to push her into the mattress.

April tingled all over, with her heart and mind soaring and it wasn't her blissful orgasms. It was the love for the dominant man pressing her into the mattress. In the last two days he saved her from kidnappers twice, spanked her through three orgasms and fulfilled almost every fantasy. Then there were the too numerous to count orgasms that left her entranced and satisfied. Thanks to him she discovered what it is was like being a sexual, compassionate, giving, a free and powerful woman.

His weight on top of her made her feel secure and safe almost like the bondage did. She felt free to laugh or cry and free to give him the heart that she had sheltered for so long. Never before had she felt so spiritually fulfilled, powerfully desired and fiercely in love. She felt his lips nibbled across her jaw and capture her mouth in all desperate yet loving kiss. That moment confirmed that she was where she wanted to be and she was home in his arms.

Steve had forcefully ripped off her well-ordered business-like steely mask. She had confronted her feminine core, revealed it and she had been amazed at her true femininity. Like most women these days she had been taught that her worth was judged by her career ambitions and achievements. Neither business nor academic achievements made her happy, but she assumed this was her fate. Her only concessions to her feminine wiles were her sexy dresses and her incessant cock teasing.

Then Steve came along. He tore the blinders from her eyes and the bridal from her mouth. He forced her to see all the emotions bottled up inside her. The fiery passion she had so long denied, as well as her tender loving heart was all finally revealed. She had discovered a whole new side of her and opening her heart had made her more gratified and powerful. She was happier and stronger with him, than without him. Now she had to strike a balance between her rough business like masculine side and her passionately loving and caring feminine side.

Steve levered himself up on his arms and looked into her blue watery, yet luminous eyes. He could tell the intensity of the emotions scared her and had her on the verge of tears. She never said a word, with her face and eyes doing all the talking. Steve looked her in the eyes and said, "You're safe with me and I love you. Let it out Baby. I'm honored that you feel safe enough to show reveal your emotions. Let it out Baby."

The tears poured out of her eyes and she buried her face in his chest. He held her until her tears slowed and she pulled her face from his chest gazing into his eyes.

Her look was one of questioning and anticipation, but he had to look deep into her eyes to find the question. There was also a fierce loving determination behind her eyes with her heart laid wide open in front of his eyes. She was giving him her heart while trusting him to treasure and cherish it. Her eyes were begging him to accept the gift she was offering. It was an awesome responsibility, but one that Steve was willing to accept. He gently growled, "Tell me who you belong to and who owns your heart?"

April's face and eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, with her infectious smile dominating her face. She took a gasping breath and as a tear trickled down her face she said, "I belong to Steve McKinny. He owns my heart, my body and my devotion. I'll do anything for you and I will joyfully call you my Master."

April and Steve held each other tightly. Their naked bodies fitting perfectly together with their limbs intertwined. Occasionally one would kiss or caress the other, but finally the long stressful day took its toll. They eventually fell asleep intertwined as if both were afraid to let go of the other.

messenger   quicksilver  

Jun 9, 2018 in romance