Girl In The Woods (13 page)

A tall, blonde
man opens the door when the night has fallen and informs us that they are
ready.

The girls
proceed, leaving me the last one to get out. I am dumbfounded by what they have
arranged. In the open area in front of the hut, there are torches all around,
embedded on the ground, that light the forest in the most exquisite way. There
are men and women sitting on wooden chairs, placed in a circle. I really don’t
know how they managed to carry all those chairs. A small group of them has some
kind of colored drums in front of them. A cold, blunt silence spreads all
around. So many people and no one makes a single sound. Behind the chairs,
there are two tables laid with food and wine. In the middle is a raised, large,
wooden platform. There are candles on the upper edge of it, along with two
vases of red roses. A red blanket covers the platform. It looks like an altar.

I get scared.
Stories about people being sacrificed in the past in faraway civilizations come
to my mind. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong with these people. And as I
take a step back, I see him. He is standing next to the altar wearing black
pants and a white shirt. He is freshly shaven and his hair is cut shorter. He
looks elegant. I’ve never seen him dressed like a gentleman. I gape at him without
noticing I have opened my mouth slightly. Our eyes lock and it’s just him and
me. He breaks a smile. And at that moment all my doubts are pushed aside. I
don’t mind if they slaughter me. I don’t care if they eat me alive. All I care
is that I am his.

I march behind
the girls not knowing where exactly I am supposed to go. Fortunately, we move
towards Conor. He gently crosses his arm over my waist and brings me closer to
him. He looks in my eyes deeply and kisses me. My legs tremble at his touch.
When he removes his lips off mine, he kisses my cheek.

“Don’t be
scared. Trust me, Calista,” he whispers in my ear and retreats from me to the
people sitting on the chairs.

No. Where is he
going? Why is he leaving me alone? My eyes are begging him to come back, but he
just stands there looking at me sternly.

Calista,
obey…He would never harm you or let others harm you.

The three girls
that helped me prepare for the ritual, approach me and kiss my hand. It’s
awkward. One of them caresses my back and starts unbuttoning my dress. Oh,
no…This is not good. She lowers my dress down my shoulders and the other two
girls help her remove it. They order me to step off the pile of fabric lying on
my feet. I am left wearing only a pair of panties with a sole companion my shame.
This is humiliating. Why would Conor want me to suffer such degradation in the
presence of all his friends?

One of the girls
with the white hair, obviously seeing my embarrassment, pats me on the shoulder
and whispers to me:

“Remember. What
may seem abnormal and humiliating in your world, is natural to ours. Stop
thinking…Only feel.”

Instantly, I
raise my head to look at Conor. He is smiling in adoration. Proud of me. The
girl is right. Conor has taught me all the time I am here that things people in
my world find repulsive and weird are what I really craved. He liberated me,
showing me who I really am and what I desire with all my heart. The people
around me are like him. They wouldn’t judge me or fluster me.

I take a deep
breath and let go of all my inhibitions holding me back. This is who I am and I
embrace my true self.

The girls remove
my panties as well, baring me entirely. They urge me to climb on the platform
and lie down.

Don’t think,
Calista…Only feel.

The blanket is
made of velvet and is extremely soft beneath my skin as I lie on my back. I am
facing the people sitting on the chairs. Like I am on a stage and they are my
audience. There is enough room for all three girls to sit beside me. I’m
breathing rapidly as I don’t know what they will do to me. The girls with the
white hair stand on either side of my head and the girl with the red hair sits
by my legs. She leans back and picks up three small bottles. She hands two of
them to the other girls.

As I realize
soon, the bottles contain oil that emanates a heady smell of jasmine. They
apply it on my naked body. Oh, it is an exquisite sensation…Six female hands
rub and caress every part of my body. This is so inappropriate. But it’s too
enjoyable to even care. The girls are beautiful, their hands on me are pure
bliss and the surroundings of the forest and the lit torches are magical.

Then, it gets
even more mystical. The men beat their drums in a seductive, primal rhythm. I
want to dance to their music. The girls have finished dabbing my body with oil
and the red haired girl opens my legs and stands between them. I gasp with
unknown excitement.

She caresses my
clit with her fingers, while the other two roam their hands over my breasts, my
belly and my neck. I moan gleefully. With her fingers still on my clit, she
inserts a finger in me, making me arch my body towards her. I bite my lip, lost
in sensation. This is so much better than anything I ever expected.

All three of
them continue to play with my body, teasing and rubbing to a point I am ready
to reach my climax. I stretch my body against her fingers in order to divulge
my need for her to go faster. That exact moment, she removes her hands from my
sex. The other two girls pull away, too. I grunt in frustration as I see them
getting off the platform.

I am not
disappointed for long as Conor appears at the edge of the platform, totally
naked. He places himself between my open legs. I am so wet, that I know I am
dripping. I don’t care that we have an audience. I don’t care that they will
see us have sex. All I want is to feel him inside me. Where he belongs.

I feel his cock
over my sensitive flesh and beg with my hips for his sweet capture. He smiles
and leans over to kiss me. I wrap my arms around him and hold on to him
tightly. I am afraid that he will be angry at me for showing so much affection,
when he hasn’t ordered me to. His fervent kiss proves me otherwise.

As he thrusts
inside me, he bites my lower lip and I quiver in ecstasy. Our bodies move in
coordination to the beat of the drum. As we accelerate, the drums accompany our
frenzy. It’s a spiritual experience. It is the wedding in its real meaning.
Binding two souls and bodies together.

I am drawing
near my climax. My legs shudder and I slant my head back.

“Say that you
are mine,” he orders.

His words send
me over the edge.

“No, baby, don’t
come,” he whispers and stops moving. “It’s part of the ritual. Repeat what I
tell you.”

I nod with all
the strength that I have left. The drums continue their intoxicating rhythm,
driving me insane.

“You are mine,”
he says, his eyes fixed on mine.

“I am yours.”

“From now on we
are bound in eternal ties of love and trust,” he says and after I repeat his
words, he gives me a long kiss and shoves in me harder than before. It doesn’t
take us long to reach the top and explode in a million pieces. I cry out of
satisfaction and stick my fingernails in his broad back.

We both smile
sated. Everyone around us clap their hands, cheering our successful union.
There is no more silence. Our audience starts serving food, dancing to the beat
of the drums and celebrating.

He doesn’t pull
out of me for some time. We stare at each other, not able to satiate our
contact. It’s rude however to remain cuddled with your husband during your
wedding celebration. We disentangle and get dressed in order to join the
others. Happy faces congratulate us and treat us profusely with blessings on
our new common life. There is no scorn or irony in their faces. Only genuine
joy.

It turns out to
be a glorious feast. There is lots of food cooked by the girls and abundant
wine. The musicians alter their occult and ethereal rhythm to a joyful beat,
that enraptures everyone to a frantic dance. I feel like I am shining. How
could I not? I just married the man I love. The man I can’t take my eyes off of
him. The man who broke me, only to release me.

The music stops
and everyone withdraws. Only Conor and I remain in the middle. I look around me
confused. What is he planning now?

He takes out of
his pants’ pocket a small, square, wooden box.

“This is my gift
to you,” he says and hands me the box.

A gift? I didn’t
get him anything. Even if I wanted to, how could I buy him something?

I open the box.
Inside, there is a silver bracelet. It resembles a tiny chain and a small heart
– shaped lock unites the two ends of it. Beside the bracelet is a small key,
which I presume opens the lock.

He gets hold of
the bracelet and unlocks it with the key.

“This is a token
of my love for you, Calista. Do you agree to wear it as a symbol that your
heart belongs to me?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

He is satisfied
by calling him ‘my Lord’ in front of everyone and grins. When he has adorned my
wrist with it, I stare at it with reverence. It means so much to me. Yet, it’s
just a bracelet. A mere object can’t prove the greatness of my loyalty to him.

“I will keep the
key,” he says with a devious smirk. “And I will never give it back to you,” he
adds in a lower voice.

I kiss his
tender lips and smile playfully.

“And I will
never ask for it, my Lord”

He hugs me and
there is a humming sound from the people around us that have started dancing
again. All those years I was sauntering through the woods, feeling something
calling me. Who knew that it would be true love?

Our married life
is governed by the same rules as before. I have to kneel before him every time
he comes, I have to obey in everything he asks me to do and I always ask for
permission to share the table and the bed with him. And that delightful tingle
in my belly appears every time I pay respect to him. He no longer humiliates
me, but he punishes me if I misbehave. Only that now I know he loves me and
that after my punishment he will take me in his arms and soothe my pain.

My training in
sex hasn’t stopped. He has helped me master the art of oral sex and he has found
new exciting ways to make me surrender to him and experience exhilarating
orgasms. Every day is an adventure. Not a wild, chaotic one, but controlled and
disciplined. He leads, I follow and we both get immense satisfaction from our
roles.

My favorite time comes at night when he snuggles me and we whisper
in the dark. I love him so much that it is hurtful.

From what I have
estimated, a month has passed by ever since the night he found me in the
forest. I have been carving lines for each day on a tree in front of the hut to
keep track of the days that have elapsed. A month? So today…

“What are you
thinking, so gloomy?” he interrupts my thoughts.

He sits beside
me on a fallen tree trunk.

“If I have
calculated correctly, it’s my parents’ wedding anniversary today.”

He seems
surprised. I don’t think he expected to hear this.

“I see,” he
mutters.

“Every year they
plan a magnificent feast. They hire musicians and the servants prepare the most
delicious food and sweets. The guests wear their most elegant clothes. You
would love it!”

“I don’t think
so,” he says brusquely.

“I’m sorry, my
Lord. I didn’t mean to offend you…”

“No need to
apologize, Calista. This was your life.”

“Exactly. It
was. Don’t think that I miss this life. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but
here with you. It’s just that I miss my parents. If only I could go visit them.
No…what am I saying? They would never let me come back.”

Stupid
Calista. Why did you have to say this? Now, he will be thinking that you want
to return to your house.

“You can visit
them anytime you want,” he says. But I know he doesn’t really mean it.

“No. I don’t
want to go back. It’s too complicated. They would never understand what we feel
for each other and they would be disappointed in me. I’d rather they think I’m
dead than worthless.”

“A child is
never worthless to the eyes of their parents.”

I snort.

“Then, you obviously haven’t met my parents.”

“Where are we
going?” I ask him impatiently.

“You’ll see,” he
says smiling cunningly.

“Come on, please
tell me! You have never taken me for a walk in the morning, apart from that day
I came hunting with you. It must be something important that you want to show
me.”

“Calista…I told
you that you will see. Do you want me to punish you for disobedience right here
in the middle of the forest?”

“That would be
great, my Lord,” I say giggling.

I have woken up
with such a great mood. Walking with him under the sun, holding hands, only
adds to my happiness. I really don’t know where we are going. It’s like we are
crossing a labyrinth, twisting and turning. I think he is taking me to one of
his friends’ houses, which are hidden in the forest just like his hut. After
meeting them, I am quite fond of them. The thought of spending more time with
his friends is a joyous one, as they know Conor since he was little and they
possess a part of him I am not aware of and anxious to find out.