Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) (2 page)

Now that she was twenty-one, it was as if the she gave off the scent of a woman who knew how to please a man. It was all so strange and surreal because she had never been with a man like that before in her life. She was still a virgin. It wasn’t as if she had taken a vow of abstinence or anything like that. It simply never happened. Although she had engaged in casual kissing and light petting, it had gone no further. Her dreams had never been sexual, or at least not that she remembered. But now, almost every night she was thrown into sexually stimulating dreams that were so real that some mornings she woke feeling battered, like her body had been involved in physical lovemaking throughout the night. Impossible, but nevertheless, just one more thing she couldn’t explain.

Pulling herself from the bed and her eyes from the mirror, she walked quickly into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom and stepped into the shower. The cool water felt good against her warm skin. When she was done soaping up, she rinsed off and wiped herself down with a soft towel. Deliberately, she pushed her breasts outward the way she had in her dream and walked back to her bed. She liked the feel of her hips swaying and the way her wet hair bounced and tickled her back. Turning off the light, she laid back down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her nakedness. She closed her eyes, and once again she felt herself floating through the darkness. This time when the darkness left her she was lying on a mattress, blindfolded with her wrists bound to what she could only assume were the bedposts. She was helpless, and it was exhilarating. She knew he was there, observing her from his place in the shadows. She pulled at the soft ties that bound her. “Please,” she begged. “I need to see you, not just feel your touch.”

She heard a deep laugh in response to her request. She felt his arrogance permeate the air she breathed. She understood he wanted to simply toy with her until he decided it was time to take her for his own. His lips brushed hers before he used them to taste every inch of her body. Wherever his lips touched, she burned with desire. He was playing her like a musical instrument that he was preparing for the big finale. When she cried out for him, he brought his mouth down to cover her pussy, opening her labia, nibbling at her clit that had once again swollen with her need. He lifted her by the cheeks of her ass from the bed. His tongue darted in and out of her, fucking her with firm, rapid strokes. She was consumed with her body’s response to this form of lovemaking that made her wild for him. Nothing mattered more to her at this moment in time than this man and what he was doing to her. She screamed out from the intensity of her orgasm that shook her from the inside out. His tongue gentled as he drank from her, until once again, she was surrounded by the darkness that took her away from him.

Octavia opened her eyes to the sun streaming through the curtains that billowed out from her bedroom window. There was a warm breeze blowing across her bare skin. She looked over at her bedside clock. It was almost noon. Saturday was one of her favorite days. It was nice to sleep a little later, especially since she felt like she had hardly slept in days.

She pulled herself out of bed, feeling a little sore, and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Normally she would have dressed, except today she was home alone. Both her parents had left the night before right after dinner for an antique car show near Harrisburg. She didn’t expect them back until late Sunday afternoon or early evening.

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen. She drank it black. She hoped it would wake her up and keep the types of thoughts that seemed to consume her day and night at bay for a while. It was, of course, wishful thinking on her part since her body was still feverish from her dreams. Before she realized what she was doing, she had placed her coffee cup down on the table and was rummaging through the kitchen drawer near the stove where her mother kept the emergency candles.

When she found what she was looking for, she sat back down at the kitchen table. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she was hard-pressed to fight the feelings that made her strike a match to light the white paraffin candlewick. She dripped warm wax on her arm first. She knew what she was about to do was crazy, but there was little she could do to stop herself from acting out her lustful fantasies.

She tilted the candle above her breasts and watched the warm liquid drip onto one of her puffy nipples. Moaning softly, she immediately repeated her actions to the other nipple. Both were now taut beneath the hardening warmth. She loved the way the wax sensitized her nubs while making her pussy gush with excitement. She repeated the activity several times, using the aid of ice cubes to enhance the stimulation that resulted in delightful mini orgasms throughout her body.

She wasn’t sure how long she indulged herself before her eyes were suddenly drawn to the kitchen clock that ticked above the stove. She was not only a slave to her needs, but to time. Ever since she could remember, she hated to be late for anything, and if she didn’t stop now, she would still be pleasuring herself when the man came to pierce her nipples. Literally shaking herself from her fantasy, she blew out what was left of the candle and switched her focus to the upcoming afternoon.

Her overactive libido had given her the courage to call a new art gallery in town that not only held unusual art exhibitions, but also catered to those who wanted piercings and tattoos. She had heard about the place from one of her more artsy friends, Kala. They had been walking between classes at the local college they both attended, just talking about nothing in particular when, out of the blue, Kala shared she had her nipples pierced and a tattoo of a butterfly on her right butt cheek. Octavia was somewhat taken aback by her friend’s admission but was nevertheless intrigued.

Kala had taken her by the hand and pulled her into the ladies’ room where she all but dragged her into an empty stall. “Look, I don’t want to freak you out, but I think you need to see them in order to appreciate them.”

Kala proceeded to pull up her shirt and unclasp her bra from the front. Octavia stood mesmerized by the sight of her friend’s small but perfectly proportioned breasts. Her nipples were pronounced, and the little silver rings were beautiful.

“What do you think?”

Octavia wasn’t sure what to say, so she decided to be truthful, even if it caused her embarrassment. “They’re beautiful. They really are. I mean the nipple rings.” She could feel her face turning red as she whispered, “Not that your breasts aren’t beautiful, too.”

Kala giggled as she pulled on one of the rings. “Thanks. I just love them. I think you would, too. If you have an interest, you should contact the gallery I used.” Octavia remained silent, trying to look anywhere now but at Kala’s breasts before she thankfully fixed her bra and pulled down her shirt.

“And,” Kala added with a grin, handing Octavia a business card from the gallery as they left the bathroom, “the staff actually make house calls for a minimal extra charge.”

Normally she would have never considered wasting her meager savings on anything as taboo or frivolous as nipple piercings or tattoos, but ever since Kala had shown Octavia her own piercings, she had become obsessed with the idea. Along with student loans and some money her parents had saved, her tuition was paid. Her summer job at a podiatrist office helped pay for books and incidentals like gas for the secondhand car her father had found for her. However, Kala’s final words on the subject kept returning to her. “I’ve never felt so sensual and in tune with my own body since I’ve had the piercings. They’ve added a whole new meaning to the word ‘pleasure’.”

A few days later, Octavia pulled out the business card she had stuffed in her purse, and against her better judgment, called the gallery. A gruff-sounding man answered the telephone and assured her they were most certainly licensed by the state. When she inquired about having her nipples pierced in the privacy of her own home, he responded without hesitation, “I have a technician that’s available on Saturday afternoon. He’s one of our best. Will that work for you, or would you prefer a woman? Where do you live?”

She told him she didn’t mind a man. She didn’t tell him that she much preferred a man. Within twenty minutes after she hung up the telephone, he called her back to confirm the appointment. Mathieu, he told her, would arrive at her house around two o’clock on Saturday.

Sighing, she peeled away the wax and cleaned up the kitchen. She ran her fingers lightly over her nubs that were now ultra-sensitive. She walked back upstairs, cleaned herself, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. No bra or panties were needed or wanted. She liked the rough feel of the jeans against her pussy and the way her shirt pulled tight across her breasts. She had to admit that they were delicious sensations. Her constant state of sexual tension was raising havoc with the life she had been quite happy with until her body decided it had a mind of its own.
Could there be some truth to the Klawinken stories, or is it possible that my subconscious is feeding off them because I miss my sister more than I want to admit?

She picked up her cell phone from the bed and arrowed down until she highlighted Evenela’s name. It was the last phone number she had for her sister. Her fingernail hovered over the green send button. She didn’t even know if her sister had the same cell phone number after all this time. This was stupid. She snapped the lid shut and threw her cell phone back on the bed. Evenela hated her as much as she did their parents, or she would have never left the way she did and then neglected to tell them she was getting married. Her sister had used her marriage to stick the knife in even deeper.

Octavia remembered the day she had come home from school to find her mother sitting alone on the bed that had once been Evenela’s. Her eyes were closed, with tears streaming down her face, and her lips were moving as if she were praying. Octavia’s first thought was that something horrible must have happened to her father. Panicked, she ran to her mother. “Mom, where’s Dad? What’s happened?”

When her mother didn’t respond, Octavia touched her hand to her mother’s shoulder. “Mom, you’re scaring me.”

Her mother’s eyes flew open. “Octavia, dear…I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “Nothing’s wrong…that is if you think of your sister’s marriage to that man that she ran away with to Boston three years ago as a good thing. I feel like I’ve lost her all over again.”

“Married. Evenela’s married. When?”

“I got a letter from her today saying she’s been a married woman for the last few months, and according to her, happier than she’s ever been in her life. She felt obligated to notify us of her new last name. Kind of her, don’t you think?”

Shocked by her sister’s revelation, Octavia sat down beside her mother. “I can’t believe she didn’t call to invite you to the wedding or to have Dad give her away. How could she be so cold and callous? I guess”—she shook her head sadly—“I never really knew my sister at all.”

“I guess none of us did.” Her mother hugged Octavia to her, resting her head on daughter’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I would do without you. You keep your father and me going…knowing you love us regardless of our faults.”

“I’m so sorry that Evenela treated you and Dad so badly. I really am. I’m nothing like her.”

“I know you’re not. I just wish I had never allowed your grandmother to visit us that one time. I knew better, but I thought it was the kind thing to do. We had been told she didn’t have long to live, and all she wanted was to see you girls.”

“You did the right thing. How could you have not allowed her to see us? I’m just sorry her mind was already gone. It’s a shame she hadn’t wanted to see us a long time before that.”

“I told you there were harsh words between us. Terrible, hurtful things were said when I married your father. The estrangement was on both our parts.”

“I know, Mom…I’m sorry.”

“Now don’t worry yourself about that. What’s done is done. Besides, your father will be home soon, and I promised him I’d make stuffed pork chops tonight. Why don’t you go take a little nap? You look exhausted. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

Octavia knew her mother well enough to know she was dismissing her for a reason. She obviously needed time to herself to further digest her daughter’s news. That night, at dinner, Octavia asked if she could see her sister’s letter.

“Your sister’s letter contained things that your father and I prefer not to share…hurtful things that would serve no purpose for you to see. It would only cause all of us more unhappiness. Even now that your sister says she’s happy, she still wants to punish us for whatever demons she struggled with when she lived at home.”

“I know, Mom. But I’m old enough to handle whatever she has to say. I would really like to read it.”

“Well, that’s impossible because I’ve already destroyed it.”

“Destroyed it! Oh, Mom. How could you?”

“After I showed it to your father, I couldn’t bear to have it in my possession one more minute. Just remember, she’s living the life she’s always wanted with the family she always wanted, in Boston. Her new husband and family have her now.”

The hurt and sarcasm in her mother’s voice was not lost on her. She also knew when she was in this state of mind there would be no changing her mind.

Her mother’s voice rose in pitch as she continued. “She wants nothing more to do with us, and there’s nothing we can do to change that. You need to forget about her completely.”

Initially Octavia had thought Evenela’s leaving home might be a good thing because she never seemed happy and was constantly fighting with their parents over the most trivial of issues. She had hoped that if her sister went somewhere new, she might learn to appreciate the family she left behind. She also hoped that the man she ran away with would help her find the kind of happiness that would spill over into all their lives. She still missed her sister regardless of what she had done. If only she could have read Evenela’s letter, it might have helped her understand. Now she would never know how her sister had worded the letter and if she had made any reference to her younger sister.