Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (5 page)

“Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.”

Soren Kierkegaard

Chapter 12

Mia got home and her husband was already there.

For once, he didn’t seem too concerned about the undone chores. He was sitting in his chair, drinking a beer, watching a game. He barely glanced up at her when she came in.

“How are you feeling today, Mia?” he asked, in a tone which was the picture of concern.

“Good. I’m fine.”

“That’s so good to hear. And did you have a nice afternoon?”

“Yes. I did what you said.”

“That’s also good to hear.” He went back to his game.

It was painful to move. After having her ass brutalized by her husband the night before, then whipped by her boss, she was sore. She knew her ass was leaking blood. She could feel it seep into the back of her panties.

She walked into the bathroom and started running a bath. She could smell Gilheart’s house in her hair and still taste his rancid cum in the back of her throat.

She took her time brushing her teeth while the bath was running. The resulting steam and fog from the hot water enveloped her, wrapped her in its cocoon and made her feel safe. She gargled with Listerine to get the taste of his cock out of her mouth, but it still remained. She took off her clothes. She felt like burning them. Her panties, she threw away.

Mia eased into the hot water, wincing, then settled into the heat. She looked down at her legs and torso. There were red welts and scratch marks all over her. She wouldn’t be wearing any dresses for a while. Long sleeve blouses were in her future. Her breasts were bruised and she knew wearing a bra would be painful. She lay in the bath, soaking a long while. Then scrubbed her hair, getting the smell out.

She finished her bath and dried herself off with a long towel. The towel was clean, fresh and felt good. She used one for her hair, wrapping it up turban style and another she draped around her thin body, tucking it in next to her breasts.

When she came out of the bathroom, her husband was gone. No word or note to tell her when he was coming back. She decided she didn’t care and made herself something to eat.

There was a new feeling in her today. It was a small ember of rage. Rage at her husband and rage at his abuse. She watched TV and heard other women talking and knew this wasn’t the way most men acted.
Why did they act that way towards me?
She screamed silently to her mind.

She sat down at her computer and turned it on. Drying her hair with the towel as she waited for it to warm up. She opened her email and saw a message from her pen pal. She smiled to herself. She still hadn’t told him she was going to be published, and she knew he would be pleased. So she started an email to him.

You’re not going to believe this, but my novel got accepted! I wanted to tell you first. I’m so excited.

Thank you so much for everything.

Mia

And she hit the send button. His reply, once again, was immediate. Mia felt the connection then. He was truly happy for her. Just for her. Her excitement was his excitement.

In the time it took to read his reply, she bonded with him through the ether of cyberspace. They touched. They connected in a way she had never felt before. He didn’t want anything from her. He just wanted her to be happy.

Mia,

I am so happy to hear that. I didn’t really do anything. You did it, not me. I’ve never read your writing, but I’m sure you deserve it.

It looks like someone else besides myself thinks so too. Go out and celebrate. Tell me where, and I’ll send flowers. I’m very happy for you.

I hope this helps,

Once again, she felt the connection. She couldn’t describe it, but it was there. She also felt like she knew him on a more personal level. They had never met.

She didn’t know what he looked like, or where he lived, but she felt like she knew him. Like somehow they were old friends. She also wanted to keep the conversation going. She didn’t want him to leave. She knew he must be sitting at his computer, so she fired off another email.

If I’m bothering you just let me know because I don’t want to. But what do I do now? Are they going to contact me?

Will they just publish the manuscript? I don’t know what to expect. Can you help me?

I don’t want to bother you, so if I am, just disregard this email.

Mia

Again the reply was immediate.

Mia,

You aren’t bothering me at all. Just the opposite. I’m starting to look forward to hearing from you. If I was in your situation, I’d want to talk to someone too.

You’ll probably get a contract by email. You’ll need to look it over very carefully.

There are a lot of details you need to be careful about. I can’t possibly go into them in an email.

Not because I don’t want to, but without the contract in front of me, I’d forget most of them and steer you wrong and I don’t want to do that.

You should probably have someone look it over for you, a lawyer maybe? Or perhaps your husband. They would be a better judge of it than me.

I’m sorry I can’t help more. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you have questions. I’m happy to help you.

I hope this helps,

There it was. He felt the connection too, she could tell. He even invited her to talk to him. She didn’t understand what got into her at that moment. She had never done anything like it before. However, before she could stop herself, she wrote back…

I don’t have anyone I can show it too. Could we meet…

“Power is domination, control, and therefore a very selective form of truth which is a lie.”

Wole Soyinka

Chapter 13

The lawyer slammed the door behind him and flung his briefcase onto the nearest chair. What a cunt.

Why the hell had his law firm hired that bitch anyway? She was short and fat. What was the point of having an ugly woman around?
Especially one that he had to pay some sort of professional respect to.

He hated it when he was called down to the office on a weekend. If that stupid newbie bitch ‘lawyer’ (he used the term loosely) just out of law school hadn’t screwed up, he wouldn’t have had to waste most of his Saturday. He missed the Saturday football game with his friends.

His only consolation was that he spent the night with his new favorite whore. He wasn’t going to fuck his wife anymore, not after whoring her out to all his friends. Now her only use was to take care of his other, more abusive needs.

“Mia! I’ve been home for more than a minute and there’s no beer in my hand. What the fuck are you doing?”

Mia quickly turned off her computer and ran into the kitchen. She had heard her husband come in, but she was in the middle of a conversation with her new pen pal. She just couldn’t tear herself away. He was so kind and understanding, something she needed desperately in her pain filled life.

After grabbing a can from the fridge, Mia lowered her head as she entered the living room. She held out the beer and was thanked with a quick smack to the back of her head.

“What the fuck were you doing?”

“Sorry. I was finishing the laundry.”

The lawyer opened his beer and took a long pull from it. Mia didn’t dare to move away. She knew that he was far from done with her. When he was in a mood like this, it was going to be a long night for her.

The lawyer didn’t speak. He just looked upon his wife through gulps. She fucking annoyed the shit out of him but at least she knew her place. Plus, she was well trained. He never understood why other men put up with mouthy bitchy women. He finished off the beer and threw the can at Mia’s feet.

“Get me another beer and when you come back, be naked.”

Mia turned towards the kitchen and heard her husband undoing his belt. Maybe the beers would make him tired, she could only hope. As she stripped and grabbed another can, her mind wandered back to her computer conversation.

What would he be like as a husband?
Mia immediately shut down that thought. Imagining a better life would only hurt her further, would only make her pain worse.

She reentered the living room to find her husband shirtless and holding his belt. He held out his hand for the beer and gave her a wicked smile. She could see the sick pleasure flickering in his eyes. She wasn’t lucky enough. He wasn’t tired at all.

After opening the second can, he took half of it in one long gulp and then set it aside. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he turned his attention back on his lazy wife.

“Hands on the wall. Bend over.”

Mia did as instructed. She knew exactly the position he wanted her in. She placed her hands on the wall, low enough so she could stand back and stick her ass out. The lawyer would want a good target.

He leaned over her nude back and snarled into her ear,

“If you move your hands one fucking inch, I will make this ten times worse for you. Understand?”

Mia nodded. She felt her eyes water and started to blink. If he saw tears, it would only fuel him on higher.

“And just for a little something special, no fucking noise. I don’t want to hear one whimper, cry, sniffle....nothing! Now be a good girl and take what your husband has to give.”

The lawyer stood back and looked at her. She did have a great body for a piece of white trash. He insisted that she run at least two miles a day. He also monitored her meals. He would not be seen with a fat wife. He loved the way her sides curved in and turned into that sweet little ass.

Fuck, he was getting hard.

His belt came down onto the soft skin on her ass. Her body jerked forward, but her hands didn’t move. He hit her again and saw her whole body tense. He knew just how hard it would be for her not to make a sound. It was making him even harder to think of her restraining her cries.

Another hard swat, this one was much harsher than the first two. Mia’s whole body reared forward but still, her hands stayed put. The lawyer smiled to himself.

What a fucking good bitch. He was going to keep this up until he broke her, though. He was going to keep beating her ass until he heard a scream or whimper.

Another smack and he got a little something for his effort. No noises but he saw her tears falling. Several tears dripped down her face and fell to the floor. Finally, he got what he wanted. A sob escaped her lips.

“Now Mia, I want to do something very special for you. I spent the night with a fantastic little whore. She was everything you are not. So I want you to come over here and suck my cock and savor what a real woman’s pussy tastes like.”

Fuck! How can other men live without this?
the lawyer thought, as Mia got on her knees to taste another woman on her husband’s cock.

“Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived

to be understood.”

Helen Keller

Chapter 14

They agreed to meet for coffee at a local bakery and he would look over the contract.

No big deal. It was a chance for some fun conversation, a chance to forget the other matters of her life.

Mia was very nervous as she drove to the bakery. She had never done anything like this before. She knew there was nothing wrong with her meeting a man for coffee, and it was perfectly innocent, but still. There was a certain illicitness to it as well. At least, Mia felt there was. She realized without even meeting him, she was already starting to have feelings for the man.

Mia wondered about the man.
Was he married? Of course he was married!
She chided herself.
What did he look like? How old was he?

He had told her where he would be sitting as well as what he was wearing. She arrived at the coffee shop, and pulled into an empty space. She did a final check in the mirror, made sure no bruises were showing and got out of her car.

She walked slowly towards the front door of the bakery. She almost spun around and left, fear grabbing a hold of her. Instead, she steeled herself, opened the door and stepped in.

The smell inside the bakery was delicious and she immediately got hungry. She looked around and saw a man sitting where he said he would be. He had his head down in a book and wasn’t paying any attention. It gave Mia a chance to size him up.

He was late forties or early fifties. He had brown hair. He wasn’t good looking, but not bad looking either. He looked like he enjoyed eating. The man felt her eyes then and looked up at her. He had bright green/gray eyes, and they looked right into her. When he put down the book, Mia could see he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Mia walked over to him.

“Hello, Mia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” said the man, standing up.

“Hi. I’m sorry if I’m late.”

“You’re not late,” he checked his watch, “You’re right on time.”

His voice was soft, calm, confident, like he had all the time in the world and was in no hurry.

“Please sit down.”

“Is it okay if I get something to drink first?”

“Of course. Would you like me to get it for you?”

“No, that’s OK. Thank you.”

He watched her walk away and noticed her slender figure and small ass. She was a beautiful woman.
This is a woman who keeps herself in very good shape,
he thought absently.

Some small feeling was pushing against his consciousness. He hadn’t really meant to look into her, but it was an ingrained habit from many long years of use. While she was getting coffee, he went up inside his head and explored her.

There were walls surrounding her mind, lots of them. They were tall and black. He couldn’t see over them, or through them. This is what he saw the first time during the email conversation when he sent his intention out to her.

This was usually a sign of someone with something to hide, but that didn’t feel quite right in this case. He probed deeper, testing and tasting the feeling. He pushed against one of the walls, and it pushed back.
She has strength, a lot of it,
he thought.

Then the certainty washed over him. Yes, she was hiding something. She was hiding her fear. She had a lot of it, mountains of it. Huge black walls of fear enclosing and encircling inside her mind. He got out of her immediately.

Mia returned with her coffee and sat down. She didn’t know what to say or how to begin. The man seemed to be waiting for her to start. She looked up and he was staring straight at her.

“Mia?” he said softly.

“Yes?”

“Everything is going to be OK. You don’t have to be afraid with me. Everything is going to be all right.”

Mia broke down and started weeping, right there in the middle of the bakery, in front of a man she didn’t know, and for reasons she couldn’t explain.

As soon as she started crying, the walls broke and came crashing down. The man saw/felt with instant clarity the lifetime of abuse and it shocked him. He feared for her.

His heart immediately went out to her. He wrapped her up in mental warmth, and in the confines of his mind, pulled her into his lap, and stroked her head. He saw she desperately wanted a father, a protector, someone who would always be there for her.

But she was also a grown woman, and a grown woman with needs, and desires. She wanted, no needed, a father, but also more. Someone who would help her feel good about herself.

She wanted someone to take the pain away. To control her, but in a way that benefited her, and not them. She had never been taught to manage a complicated modern life.

She wanted so much for someone to take the pressure away. She wanted to give her life to someone, and in return, she wanted them to give her life back to her.

That was why it came as a total surprise to her when he said,

“I want you to go to the bathroom right now and take off your bra. Don’t question me, just do it. No one will notice.”

“Why?”

“Because your breasts are beautiful and I want to see them. I want you to tease me with them. No more questions. Go. Now.”

So she did. She went into the bathroom and slipped the bra off her shoulders and stuffed it in her purse.

She felt self-conscious as she walked out of the bathroom, so she held the purse to her chest as she returned to the table. She sat back down in her chair, her back to the room. He was right; no one noticed or even paid the slightest bit of attention to them.

“Good girl. Now lift your arms over your head like you’re going to tie your hair in a ponytail,” he said.

She did as commanded. Lifting her arms stretched her breasts upward, her T-shirt tight across her breasts and she fiddled with her hair.

“Like that?”

“Yes, and lean towards me so that the fabric stretches tight. I want to see your tits.”

His coarse language excited her, and immediately her nipples became erect as she angled her body forward. He looked at her without expression, his eyes traveling over every inch of her breasts. She had small breasts and his hungry eyes made her feel insecure and self-conscious.

“They’re small…”

“No they aren’t. They’re perfect. I like small.”

Her nipples got even harder.

“That’s good. I know how to make you happy…”

She knew where this was going but she couldn’t help throwing caution to the winds. She knew she shouldn’t but it felt right.

“What should I call you? I don’t know your name.”

He looked at her without responding, waited a beat, then said,

“What would you like to call me?”

“I’d like to call you Daddy. I never had a real one.”

“Very good. Your journey is going to be based on nurturing and kindness, not indifference. So yes, call me Daddy.”

“OK, Daddy,” Mia said, happy, relaxed, and feeling secure for the first time in months, as the warmth and wetness trickled into her panties.

“When do I begin my journey?”