Powerless [str8] [MF] [Mdom] [oral]

The storm was savage, rain was hitting the window and coming down in sheets. Lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the backyard as bright as midday and the thunder growled, rumbling in my stomach. The lights flickered again for the third time in the last half hour, struggling to stay on.

I placed the last dish in the drying rack and dried my hands. I sighed opening the oven, my hair blew back in a hot breeze and my necklace burned against my skin. The temperature on the roast said it was done, even more so than the last time I checked it.

I took a small sip of wine and rolled it around in my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of it before swallowing and checked my phone, still no messages. I would have expected to hear back by now. In this storm my husband should have stayed at work instead of driving home, but had said that he’s driven in worse and he would be home in time for our show, he wasn’t. Our show has been over for an hour and I haven’t heard from him.

I’m not a worrier, but the storm had only been getting worse since it started this afternoon, the roads by now, must be like lakes. I wanted to call, but I know he will answer, even if he’s driving and I couldn’t live with myself knowing it would be my fault if he was in an accident. I needed a distraction.

I took another sip of wine and walked into the front room. It’s a large space, open and bright, although now it feels dark and too exposed. I sit in the bay window and look at the road. The rain had created a steady stream of water along the gutter, I couldn’t help but think of the movie ‘IT’ and the little boy following his boat along a raining road; I shivered.

I finished my wine with one last gulp, nearly choking, I felt the pressure inside my nose, like I’ve been flipped upside down underwater. I swallowed, coughing and began to laugh. A garbage bin was being carried upright down the road, floating along the stream of water. I hurried back to the kitchen to get my phone, but just as my fingers closed around it, there was loud bang and everything went black. I gasped, something about the dark made everything seem really quiet. The rain sounded louder and the wind like a howl of agony.

A minute passed before I decided to move. Setting my glass on the counter, I walked back towards the living room, moving confidently around in the dark, I stepped around the table and made it to the window. Pushing back the thin curtains I looked around the neighborhood. All the lights were out, even the streetlamps, the only source of light was a telephone pole at the end of the road, on fire shooting green sparks up like fireworks. I quickly dialed 911 on my phone.

It rang once before a woman answered;

“911, do you require Police, Fire or Ambulance?” she asked.

“Uh, Fire.” I replied.

“Thank you, stay on the line.” The woman said, the line was disconnected briefly before another woman answered.

“Hello, what is your location?” She said calmly.

“Hello, I’m on Trillium Road, uhh 786 Trillium Road, city of Beatric. There’s a telephone pole on fire at the end of the street, it’s closer to West Street.”

“Thank you, and what is your name?”

“Tessa, Tessa Lancaster.”

“Thank you, Tessa. Fire has been dispatched to your location.”

“Thank you, Goodbye.”

I hung up, holding the phone in my hand looking out the window. It lit up shining too bright in the dark, it told me my battery was at five percent. Of course it was. I stood and made my way upstairs. In the bedroom, I plugged it into the charger near the bed. When the power came back at least it would start to charge right away.

I walked back downstairs, I could hear sirens approaching already. Curious, I grabbed my coat and boots, I unlocked the door and stepped onto the veranda. I quickly regretted it, but stubbornly, threw my hood over my head and crossed my arms. The rain was coming down from every direction, I don’t know how it hadn’t put the fire out, I guess the wind was keeping it alive.

A fire truck flew by, spraying water over the front lawn. It raced down and pulled across the road, followed by another, followed then by two police cruisers. The fire fighters began to pull out their equipment and the police started to block off the roads. Their sirens sounded weird, almost musical, but they were too quiet, maybe the wind is too loud.The wind and rain beat at me and I pulled back inside the house. I pushed the door shut, and took off my wet clothes. Faintly from upstairs I heard a twinkling of music, my phone.

I turned and ran up the stairs towards the bedroom, tripping on the top stair. I pushed up and got into the bedroom just as the ringing stopped. I picked it up see who had called, but it was dead. Dammit.

I went back downstairs, to the kitchen. I meant to check the roast again, but thought it better to keep the door shut and the heat in. So instead I filled my wine glass. I took a long sip, then another while I thought about what to do.

I was lost in a thought, looking out the window at the yard now scattered with leaves and branches from the neighbouring trees. Each flash of lightning seemed to add more to the collection. I could see my reflection in each flash of lightning as a shadow in the kitchen and in the backyard, like a ghost between two worlds.

I watched, for awhile, it was my only entertainment. It illuminated the room behind me, but this time there were two shadows trapped in the frame. I screamed, dropping my wine. It smashed on the floor and I turned to face the shadow, or run, but found myself surrounded by arms. They squeezed me tightly even as I struggled, screaming and kicking, but it was useless.

“Shh, baby it’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The shadow said.
It was my husband. I was relieved, but fucking pissed.

“Dammit, Austin! You scared the shit out of me.” I yelled, but I snuggled into his arms anyway, happy he was home. He sounded tired, his voice deeper than his typical tone.

A comfortable silence followed; where his arms held me and I inhaled the smell of him. My Austin, he smelled of cologne and rain, a musky warmth.

“I made a roast.” I said into his chest. “But the power went out, so there’s nothing to go with it, I’m sorry.”

He laughed, “Leave it, we can deal with it later.”

He squeezed me tight, kissing the top of my head. I turned my my face up to his, not that I could see it and brought my lips to his. They crashed down on mine, like a meteorite. His face was rough, his five-o’clock shadow hours past. He deepened the kiss, leaning into me, my back bumping the counter.

I heard my breath catch and let myself be overtaken with it. His hands loosened around me, moving slowly down my back to my ass. He ran his hands over it. From the top, he circled once then grabbed it fiercely. I gasped. He leaned into me and his hands reluctantly slid from my ass just under my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leapt up to wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me like I weighed nothing. He turned towards the hallway, bumping me into the frame of the door, then the wall. A photo frame fell from it’s hanging and smashed on the floor, but we didn’t care. He found the stairs, slipping on the wet floor, we crashed down laughing and kissing. He struggled to pull my jeans off, trying to pull them free rather then unzip them.

“What’s gotten into you?” I breathe, not that I minded, but he was going to rip my favourite jeans. I unzipped them and he pulled them off.

He pushed my shirt up and I helped by grabbing the bottom and pulling it over my head. His hands slid up my body, rough and scratching, like he had been working outside, rather than at a desk. He found my breasts and squeezed them through the bra. Then leaned down to kiss my skin, his lips soft, warm and hungry. He nipped me playfully before working down to my waist, then my hips, slowly making his way to my thighs. His hands slid back up my body to squeeze my breasts and his lips met mine once again.

I arched up, bending my arms around my back to unhook my bra. He pulled it off and threw it into the dark. I reached up to find his face, I pulled it close and kissed him hard.

“It was a rough drive, didn’t think I’d make it” he laughed his voice husky.

I pressed myself to his body. He returned the pressure and pushed me into the stairs. I pulled on the back of his wet shirt, I wanted to feel his skin against mine. He pulled it off and threw it away and pressed himself against me again, not wanting to be away for one second. His chest was hard and the skin smooth. I pulled my myself tighter into him.

“Did you wax?” I asked.

“I may have.” He laughed.

He kissed his way down my body. As he lowered himself, he wrapped his arms under and around my thighs, pulling them open and settling down between them. He placed a kiss painfully soft against the cotton and ran his thumb up the cloth pressing on in on my clit. He wrapped his fingers around the brim and pulled them down slowly, they joined the clothes somewhere in the dark.

He lowered himself back into my warmth, sliding his hands up to my knees and spreading me wide. He buried his face in me, plunging his tongue deep, without warning or build up. I gasped surprised at how deep he went, how strong it felt. My fingers twisted themselves into his hair my back arching off the stairs.

“Fuck, baby; that’s good.” I moaned.

He fucked me with his tongue harder, his nose bumping my clit sending shivers through me. His hands wrapped around my legs pulling me to his mouth, I breathed in, a ragged breath loud, in the silent night.

He drank my juice, not missing a drop like he was dying of thirst in the desert and I was an oasis. His fingers curled into my thighs to keep me from squirming. His tongue slid up and down, each time flicking just right, making me convulse. My body became hot, I could feel myself tightening. He released one of my thighs to slide two fingers into me.

They met no resistance, sliding on my velvet juices. He dug deep finding a trigger inside me and rubbed it in small deep circles. His cheek rested on my thigh, I could feel his breath, hot making everything wet, feel cold. I felt my heart pumping blood towards my clit, building each time until it began to vibrate, or maybe it was me vibrating.

My orgasm came on strong and held, pumping and squeezing. I heard him moan as he tried to pull his fingers from my vice grip, but he couldn’t so he continued to apply pressure inside me. It was all too much, but perfectly so. I screamed, I panted, I pulled at the carpet, my nails scratched the walls. I was sure the cops would hear me over the storm and think I was being mauled.

My muscles slowly gave in and my body relaxed. He was able to remove his fingers, it was a slow movement that felt too fast, too much sensation. His fingers were followed by a rush of hot fluid, it dripped down, following my skin until it soaked into the carpet. He pushed up from me, keeping one hand wrapped around my leg. The other, the one he has used to bring me to heaven, I heard move up to his mouth, where he licked and sucked his fingers clean. An action that felt like he was still fucking me with them.

“Bedroom?” He said.

“Mmm.” I replied, unable to form any kind of word.

I heard him laugh, a deep throaty laugh, one that was more of an exhalation. He moved away from me and immediately I felt cold. The banister creaked as he pulled himself up, his hand reached for mine blindly finding my hip before my hand. When I stood I felt shaky.

“Go first, so if you fall I can catch you.” He said turning me with a gentle push up the stairs.

I started to walk, each movement of my legs sending a thrill through me that made it almost impossible to make any progress. His hands slid up past my ass to the pit of my arms, steadying me. His lips pressed to my right buttock biting me playfully, but hard enough that I yelped, he immediately replaced it with a kiss that made my knees shake.

“Come on baby, a few more steps.” He coached.

When we finally made it to the landing, He scooped me up and started to walk to the right.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “Other way, you dork.”

He turned and walked to the left, stubbing his toe on the raised landing that led to the bedroom and fumbled with the wrong hand to find the door knob. Once inside, the bed was easy to find, as the room was briefly lit by a flash of lightning.

He dropped me gently on the edge and I crawled back laying across it my feet just dangling off the side. I heard his pants unzip, the sound of them dropping to the floor, then felt the bed lean as his weight was added to it. His body came down on top of mine, his hot smooth skin melting into me.

He placed an elbow on either side of my head and kissed me, his mouth tasted salty, a mixture of his sweat and my own juice. His tongue forced its way behind my teeth to run along my own. I closed my eyes, blinded by darkness anyway and lost myself in the kiss.

He moved up, elevated above me but keeping his lips to mine. I felt the head of his cock sliding into my sensitive opening. I breathed out and he breathed me in. With one quick thrust the entirety of him was inside me. My breath caught, my eyes rolled back and I bent up into him. He didn’t move, he let me adjust to the feeling of being so full, to relax around him and adapt to his girth.

As my back slowly lowered to the bed, he pulled back and thrust into me again, the sensation was much the same, but he no longer gave me the time to adjust. He pulled out and thrust again and again. I moaned and squealed reaching for him, burying my face in his neck my nails digging into his ass encouraging him to go deeper, harder.

He complied with vigor, moving up on his knees and pulling me up his thighs. Angled now I wrap my legs around his back and my arms above me pulled at the comforter. His moans sounded primal, like growls as he pounded into me. His fingers gripped my hips, digging and sliding on my skin. I could tell he was close, I wanted him to feel the same high I felt. I began to grind against him, bucking against his rhythm.

“Don’t do that.” He growled.

He pulled out abruptly, unwrapping my legs and in one quick movement flipped me on my stomach and pulled me back towards him. I felt his thighs against hips and waist. His hands squeezing my ass before sliding over my back to the nape of my neck.

He pushed my shoulders down to the bed with one hand and with the other pulled my hips up higher. Keeping one hand on my shoulders, pushing me gently into the bed he stroked his fingers up and down my swollen lips, making me shiver.

His fingers plunged into me like a jackhammer, I screamed into the mattress bending as much as I could with his hand pressing down on me. The knuckle of his ring finger nailed my clit over and over, his thumb sliding between my crack over my tighter hole. The sensation was thrilling and overwhelming.

There was no build up for this orgasm, it came on like a tsunami. I bucked and tried to pull away from him but he held me in place and forced me over the edge and down into an abyss of pleasure that I couldn’t pull away from. I felt like a zombie to the feeling, numb to anything except pure bliss.

His fingers came out, replaced quickly with his cock. I was like putty, he kept his hand on my shoulders but I couldn’t move if I tried. He pulled my hips up, my knees mechanically following to rest on the bed. He began to fuck me, so deep I felt like I may taste him. I moaned and sobbed into the blankets, his hips spanking my ass. He gripped my hips so hard it bordered on painful. The low guttural growl that came from him sounded monstrous, as I felt myself being filled with his climax.
His thrusts began to slow, his grip loosened and he released my shoulders.

He pulled out slowly, each inch an aching emptiness inside me. His head came out with a reluctant popping feeling, followed by a river of cum. I winced as it trickled past my clit and pooled on the comforter.

He leaned forward and kissed the small of my back. I collapsed to the bed, no longer able to hold myself up without his support. The cum squished and slid across my belly and deeper into the blankets. He rolled me over and lifted me, pulling me to him as he pulled back the blankets and we cuddled in underneath them.

He wrapped his arms around me and I nestled into his chest, I felt cold and weak against his warm strong chest but soon found myself fast asleep in his arms, while the storm outside raged on.

When I woke, I was on my stomach, my arm dangling off the side of the bed the other beneath my pillow. I opened my eyes slowly to look around. The sun outside was bright, no evidence in the sky at all that there had been a menacing storm the night before. I looked to the clock on the nightstand it was blinking a red ‘12:00’ over and over. The power was back at least.

I reached for my phone to check the time and found several missed calls from the night before as well as several messages. I opened the voicemail to hear them. My husbands soft voice was on the other end.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry it’s so late. One of the cell towers was knocked out and I had no service. I won’t be coming home, I’m going to stay at the office and I will be home in the afternoon tomorrow. I love you, I promise when I get there we will watch our show and eat all kinds of bad food. Be safe, baby. I love you.”

My heart stopped. I quickly check the other messages, but they were nothing but static. I checked the texts, all from Austin saying he wouldn’t be home and if I got the messages in the night to let him know that I had. The last message was from an hour ago;

10:12 am – Austin.

“Hey sleepyhead. I am on my way from the office now. I should be home in a few hours, longer than I want but there’s shit all over the roads. I love you, see you soon.”

I stared at the message. Austin hadn’t come home. He was stuck at the office all night. My blood pumped in my ears, a pressure behind my eyes forced tears to the surface, my skin went cold and fear swirled around in my stomach.

Beside me, the blankets shift.

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