This Night: Remix

It seems once was not enough for the guys. Sophia agreed to see them again, but now what? 

This Night: Remix

by 

Eythan Rogers

 This Night: Secret Longings part 4

 This Night: Afterglow part 3 

 This Night: Realization part 2

 This Night: Introductions  part 1

Sophia stepped out of the shower; steam billowing around her and covering the small bathroom making it hard to see. When she pulled open the door a rush of cool air came in, covering her arms in goose bumps. Or maybe it was because she was nervous to see the guys again. She wasn’t really sure why she agreed to see them again. Yeah, she had a good time with them, and yes she thought about them a few times a day. But that’s what a fantasy was. Something you thought about and dreamed about. So why was she still thinking about it? It was out of her system and done with. It was just as she had hoped. It was hot and sexy and there was so much passion and lust her mind was over loaded and nearly fried out from so much pleasure.

Sophia had asked Kim why they wanted to see her again, but she was about as much help as a color blind man helping you pick out curtains. She was always a cryptic one.

This time Sophia wasn’t sure what was going to happen between them, so she offered to meet them at Kim’s club and go from there. It as a central location, and public. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them, but she could never be too cautious. Her past would prove that true.

Without realizing it her hand covered her heart as if she was trying to slow it down. She would not let that asshole ruin the rest of her life god damn it! He had taken way too much from her already and she would be damned it she let herself get worked over a guy who was far far away from her now.

After taking a deep breath and clearing her mind, Sophia dried off and got dressed. Fixing her hair just right and putting on some light make up she was ready to go.

Her apartment was in a decent neighborhood and her neighbors were nice. It was the type of neighbors that would lend you a cup of sugar or a few eggs any time you needed. They were more then willing to help and she was thankful to have them. On more then one occasion Sophia had locked herself out of her apartment and needed to call the landlord. A sweet older man Brian across the hall was more then willing to help. 

Sophia was even more amazed to find out that there was a parking garage for her complex. It was almost unheard of in this area but it was great for rainy days and keeping safe.

Checking her watch one more time Sophia stepped off the elevator and into the parking garage. She was just on time. She hated being late. She was always on time or early. Waiting was a pet peeve of hers, so she always made sure to have enough time to get where she needed to be.

There was a light right under her car and she tried to always get that spot, it was easy to remember and close by the elevators. When she walked around to the driver side door she stopped short. Her breath nearly stopped as well. Her hand quickly covered her mouth and the gasp that escaped her lips.

Stuck to her window was a piece of paper and in bright red marker spelled out “Slut!” Franticly Sophia looked around to see if anyone was around. Not seeing a soul she ripped the sign off her window, shoved it in her purse and jumped in her car. Who the fuck would do that?? Not stopping to analyze it further Sophia threw her car in drive and sped off to the club.

Someone had the wrong car. Why would that be on her car? It must be a mistake. She had no enemies.

Forget it. She had to forget it. It was just a stupid mistake and she was going to see Brandon and Anthony and forget about it. There was no reason to dwell on something so stupid.

Pulling up to the club Sophia noticed it looked pretty dead tonight. Guess Kim was right about all of that outside fun. With a smirk on her face Sophia parked her car and headed into the club.  She admitted to wondering about that as well.

She felt more at ease meeting them inside rather then in a dark parking lot. Its not like they were staying here tonight. She would just wait inside where it was still light and no playing in the lobby. So there was no chance of her running into any erotic play. Not that she has ever seen it before. Hell she remembers helping Kim open the place. Long days and nights spend here, and seeing things she never thought possible. Which could explain her major curiosity on the subject. Or was it all of the books Kim recommended her to read? Whatever the cause, she was very interested and soaked up any literature on the subject of BDSM and D/s relationships.

“Sophia.” She nearly jumped out of her skin when Brandon placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t realize how caught up she was.

“Whoa, easy there. Sorry, I didn’t mean t frighten you. You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. I didn’t even hear you guys come in. I was just day dreaming I guess. It’s good to see you both again” Sophia smiled. Actually genuinely smiled. She was happy to see them, more then she thought she would be.

Brandon looked like he wanted to hug her but didn’t want to make it awkward. She could see it written on his face. She kind of snickered at his discomfort. She had the feeling that it wasn’t often that these guys felt awkward or out of place. Letting it go she let them both off the hook and asked where they wanted to go. Anthony spoke first.

“Well, we were going to leave the choice up to you, but we thought better of that. Too many choices.” He smirked and tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. He slowly took a few steps forward and only a foot separated the to of them. Sophia had to look up to see his face. She nearly swallowed her tongue when she swallowed.

“Sso- what did you two decide?”

Anthony pulled one of his hands from his pocket and tucked a finger under her chin making her look into his eyes. With a wicked grin Anthony said

“We are staying here at the club, Sophia.” 

Seeds of Eternity Part 2

Last week Macie introduced this charming tale.  If you missed the first part you can read it HERE.
Let's see where fate has brought our start struck lovers this week.

Seeds of Eternity

Part 2

by 

Macie Snow

Seph. What a beautiful, perfect name. A perfect

name for the most perfect of goddesses. My goddess.

I had to make her mine. And if she would not be mine, I

had to free her. For if I did not save her, no one would.

Who was he? What sort of being could

penetrate mother’s defenses? For that is

exactly what had happened. Mother created

 barriers, specifically to keep others from

finding me. So the fact that the stranger had

been able to see or hear me at all should have

 been impossible, and yet… But oh, what a

stranger he was. A whisper away… Whatever

did that mean?

Days passed. The days slowly melted into weeks, and

 Seph had yet to call for me. Did I in someway make it

 unclear how she should summon me? I watch her as

usual, though she does no longer sing. Summer would

soon be over, and I grew ever mournful. If she did

not call to me before fall, all would be lost.

A whisper away. Did that mean I needed to

whisper his name and he would come? How

 mother would be furious if I called him. But

would she know? He was probably watching

 me even now. I no longer sang, for I knew he

 watched me. Though it pained me to hold back

my song, I could not sing. The plants begged for

music. I could not sing. I would not sing.

Why did she not call me? I could not enter the garden

if she did not call. It took enough effort the first time;

 I could not go to her again without her permission. So why did

she not call my name? Perhaps she truly felt nothing for

 me. Perhaps I found her too late. She did not call me, nor

 did she sing. Summer was coming to a close. I would

not abandon her to a lonely infinity. I couldn’t.

Would it really work, whispering his name?

 It would be such a small thing, merely a tiny

 breath on the breeze. Could that truly bring him

to me? Even if it did, what would come from it? He

 could not court me in the way that men court

women out in the world. I was different. Mother

would never allow it. If she even got one glimpse

of him, he would perish, and my cage would shrink.

No. I could not give into the temptation of seeing him again.

I could take her. Rush in and bring her out with me.

Break open the cage and save her. I own every intention

to do that very thing. However, the power required to

break through, not only myself, but to bring her out… It was

too much. She has to summon me for it to work.

Without her word, she will perish.

A whisper. Mother would never know of a whisper.

Even the chances of him hearing me were slim.

My flowers were dying without my songs,

and I could not sing while the man waited.

Because of course he would wait. But for how long?

How long would I wait? Long enough for mother to

lock me away again? Long enough for him to give up?

Had I not dreamed of an opportunity such as this?

Why was I so hesitant to act? Mothers paranoia had taken

hold of me. I take a deep breath, ready to seize my destiny.

I whisper his name into the wind.

She said my name.

            I gently lifted the last blooming white rose and cradle it carefully. I knew not whether he was coming, or if my feeble whisper had even reached him. My head told me that I had waited too long. My heart told me to wait a little longer.

I listened to my heart.

            “Seph, my goddess,” his voice calls to me from behind.

            Startled, I whirl around, clutching the rose to my chest. Damen walks towards me, more handsome and otherworldly than I had even dared to remember. He stops in front of me and reaches towards my hands, gently taking the rose from me.

            “A gift, I presume?” he inquires, holding the rose up.

            I blush and nod. That had been exactly why I took the rose, on the slim chance he would show up.

            “I thought,” I whisper then clear my throat and speak a little louder. “I am surprised that you heard me at all.

            “I would hear your voice from anywhere,” Damen replies. He gently removes the stem from the rose, and reaches over to place it in my hair.

            “It becomes you goddess,” he says, gently tilting my chin up. I blush deeply as he peers into the very depths of my soul. Every aching pain, every selfish desire.

            “I… I see the snuffer now,” I whisper, staring into the endless obsidian orbs that were his eyes.

            His eyes soften. “Indeed, I thought you might.” He gently pulls me over and sits on the garden bench, inviting me to join him.

            I sink onto the bench beside him and bury my face in my hands.

            “Mother is going to take my garden. She feels I have had more than adequate time to have my fun. She says I belong inside, where I’m safe. It took me eons to convince her to let me have a garden, how long will it take me to convince her again?” I sob.

            Damen gently pulls my hands away from my face and I look up at him.

            “Come with me Seph. Please. You can start an even larger garden, one that won’t have to be hidden. You can chase your own desires, and not have to cater to your mother’s selfish wishes. You can be free,” He pleads.

            I shake my head viciously, trying to calm my pounding heart. His words excited me, the picture he painted was tantalizing, but forbidden. “I couldn’t possibly,” I say. “What would Mother think? It would break her heart! I couldn’t do that to her!”

            He smiles sadly. “It is quite admirable, the way you love your mother so much that you would surrender your own dreams so that she would be happy. One must wonder if she would do the same.”

            “Of course she…… would,” I finish my rebuttal in a whisper. Mother would sacrifice none of her own desires. Not for me, not for anyone.

            “All birds must leave the nest my goddess, even the rarest breeds. They must find their own flight, their own home. Ride the winds on their own, and taste the freedom of flight. Your mother knows this. That is why she tries to make you feel guilty about leaving. That is why she hides you.”

            I shake my head vehemently, denying the blatant truth.

            “I would take you to travel the world. Every beautiful garden, in every city of every continent of the world. You could chose to stay with me, or you could leave should you wish. Though my heart would break to see you go, my greatest desire is to see your happiness. To see a smile light up your face, to see your eyes sparkle in the sun as you try to take in the beauty of the world’s famous gardens.”

            “How could I possibly leave?” I whisper. “Everything I’ve ever known is here, everything I’ve ever cared for.”

            “Yet not loved,” Damen notes.

           I sigh. “It is difficult to love the toys in a gilded cage. However, it is impossible to taste the freedom of flight, when one has not the spirit to fly.”

            “I would carry you until you could fly,” Damen says, clutching my hands in his own. I would teach you to fly, even if it meant you would leave. Anything to make you happy my goddess, anything to see your beautiful smile, untainted by sorrow.”

            I give him a small smile. “I am very grateful for your more than generous offer, however, I couldn’t possibly accept.”

            “You can accept!” Damen cries, dropping my hands and leaping to his feet. He gestures around wildly at my garden. “This beauty need not remain hidden! I could take you to every garden in the world, only to have you come back and recreate your own, combining the most beautiful places in the entire world in one place. I would take you to the very Garden of Eden could I defeat the one guarding the entrance! I would give you the world to roam as you please! She would keep you locked indoors, stealing your beauty from the world, and its beauty from you!” He drops to his knees before me and clutches my hands, staring desperately up into my eyes.

            “I have felt emotions I did not know I still possessed, when I see you, my heart leaps with joy, and when I see your sadness my heart breaks as if it were my own. You need not stay with me Seph, but please allow me to free you. I’ve opened the cage; I’m holding the snuffer at bay. You need simply to act. I will help as you wish, but please my goddess, let me help you.”

            My heart pounds frantically in my chest, and were I not sitting, I would fear fainting. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come, so I close it. Again, I try to speak, and again no words come.

            Damen stares up at me, desperation clear in his eyes. There was something more, something he wasn’t saying. Some reason why he felt I should go with him. I knew not enough of interaction with others to tell what it was he wanted of me, why he felt it was so important that I go, but I felt as if he truly wanted to help me. And he seemed more desperate, it felt like he needed me more than mother had ever wanted or needed me before.

            “Please Seph,” he whispers, dropping his head gently onto my lap. “Please come with me, my dear goddess.”

            Slowly, hesitantly, I lower my hand onto his hair. I gently twisted one of the soft curls around my finger as my perception of reality shifted, and everything began to feel like a dream. A wonderful, heart pounding, adrenaline racing, invigorating dream.

            “Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll go with you.”

            He lifts his head, and looks up at me hopefully. “You will?”

            I nod, and smile, a small, hopeful smile. “Damen, free me. Take me with you and show me the wonders of this world, and let me taste the freedom of flight.”

            Damen laughs once, a joyous, relieved laugh, as he stands, and pulls me to my feet, embracing me in a hug.

                I hesitantly wrap my arms around him as well, and smile, closing my eyes. I would finally be free.