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| Aharon's toy closet by Maharat Author's note: This is Back Here and Clueless Ch. 4, the kinky version. Since Hanna is pregnant, Aharon needs to be very careful with her. If only she had left his toy closet alone ... This happens between chapters 3 and 4 of Back Here and Clueless. It is a chapter of that story, but since it steers too close to a BDSM chapter, I decided to post it separately, and let you decide. It is pretty hot and is almost stand-alone, though reading the back story will most certainly fill in some blanks. *** Late at night, when hunger pangs were at their worst, Hanna prepared herself a sandwich in the kitchen. She had put in it everything she found that remotely fit together, and it had not come out very appealing. Usually a rather picky eater, the pregnant girl had become less and less demanding as the weeks progressed. Hanna had been halfway through it, thinking about how long it would take her to fall asleep after this, when Aharon came to take a drink from the fridge, and caught her quite red-handed. "How can you eat that?" Hanna laughed, a little embarrassed. "Oh, you'd be surprised what I can eat these days, I am rather horrified myself." Aharon shook his head, smiling. "Spare me." "Are you really a vegetarian?" To Hanna, that was about the same as asking whether he was an alien, for she really could not understand how he lived on plants alone. Aharon answered with a smile. "Completely vegan." Hanna, who could best describe herself as a tamed carnivore, jested, "Well, that is another hurdle between us." "You could say that," he answered, taking another sip of his drink. Aharon was so charming when he wanted to be. "Well, maybe not ... you could always have all my vegetables!" Aharon laughed heartily, though he frowned. "How generous of you! No, I don't think that would work." It had been a risky joke to make; obviously, he was not a "leftovers" kind of person. Aharon was the sort of man that got what he wanted first hand. Hanna sighed, "I can't stop eating meat, it is like ... I haven't had it in months. I hope it does not mean I am missing some vitamin or something." Aharon seemed concerned, "Is it like that?" Hanna decided that whining was best not done in front of amazing men, even huge black cocks if they seemed all interested. "I am sorry, here you are, telling me you are vegetarian, and I am giving detailed descriptions of my diet, reminding you that your kid is being created out of ... flesh." Hanna flashed him a maniacal smile, putting her hands out as if to attack him. Aharon looked at her questioningly, "Do you enjoy teasing me?" Hanna felt sobered, "No actually. I have this need for you to be happy with me, it is actually kind of creepy." A silence fell between them. Hanna went back to eating her food, and when she finished, she placed her plate on the sink, and made to wash it. Aharon sighed, and pointed outside. "Leave it. Let's take a walk." The maze garden was at its most beautiful at night, and Hanna realized that it might be no accident; Aharon seemed to sleep very little. Funny, that he never looked wired or irritable; as those sleepless types usually did ... the odder the man seemed, the more Hanna grew to like him. Stopping by this and that statue, she forgot herself, checking the tiny water nymphs one by one. Hanna smiled, embarrassed, when she realized he was staring at her, perhaps for a while. "You are so beautiful." Hanna, who was black gay not always good with compliments, blushed a little. "Thank you." She walked to him, and made to touch his face, so pale, it became eerie under black pussy the moonlight. Aharon took her hand before she managed, pressing it against his chest, against his lips, then he resumed walking, without saying a word. When he next spoke, he seemed sad. "It is amazing how one goes through one's life, thinking that everything is under perfect control and big black dicks order, choosing one's wars carefully, planning ahead. One becomes accustomed to success, thinking there is no harm really, in sparing a moment, to rest, to look at a pretty girl ..." Hanna knew that he was talking about her. "... next I know, everything turns around, the pretty girl is in danger, and I am to be a father." It saddened Hanna that he felt that way. gay black men "Planning is just an illusion that we create for ourselves, so that we can cope. I am not in danger, Aharon, what we are doing is watchful waiting ..." Aharon had not heard her. "Don't get me wrong, I always wanted to be a father, one day ..." "I know." Aharon seemed deep in thought, in truth, he talked to himself. "I think that until that ultrasound, earlier today ... I fancied that I could leave it all behind me. That I could help you, of course, but you would do this alone, black inventors and you would do well, and my life ... could continue without interference." Hanna could not help but think that she did not have that luxury. Aharon stopped, suddenly upset. "You – by the gods - no one even asks you what you think! That does look uncomfortable, you know," he blurted, pointing at her bonny bump. Hanna almost laughed, but she thought better of it. "Ah, but I know that my baby is here, all the time. I do not need a pretty picture on a black and white screen ... I can't wait for him to be mine! The discomfort is nothing, and it will pass." Their little walk continued in silence, and it ended just before Hanna's room. She had barely noticed the way they had made. Hanna made to open her door. "Well, good night then!" "Stay with me longer." Aharon checked the urgency in his voice, then added. "If you are not too tired." Hanna seemed to consider it, but she was afraid of what else he might want. Was it wise? "By now you must know, that I am my own master, and you need not worry, ever." Hanna took his hand in hers, and she smiled. "I always did know it, Sir Haley." There was no mockery in her tone when she called him Sir. "I worry about me." Aharon kissed her hair. "Ah, I also worry about you, a lot more than you realize. I will take care of you both, Hanna." There was something on that last sentence that rang so true, resonated so deep in her soul, Hanna panicked. She thought she needed to be alone, or she might say the wrong thing, pop the question, or worse. "Allow me a minute, Aharon, then I will come to your door." Aharon seemed confused, but he relented. "Of course." *** Hanna found Aharon before a giant screen, which she had not seen in her previous visit to this room. It probably had come from the ceiling or something high-tech like that. The latest Jet Li movie was playing, the one with the child, and the last fight scene had just began. Aharon invited her to the bed with him, and pointed, "There, isn't that what you learnt once?" Hanna snuggled beside him, her belly getting in the way. "I think so, though this is fantasy, and this particular actor has mastered more than one art." Aharon laughed at the stunts throughout, "Can you fly like that too?" Hanna put both hands on her belly, smiling, "Right now, I'd not trust myself to jump a puddle. It does bother you, does it not, that I allegedly could kick your butt?" Aharon laughed heartily, it made Hanna so happy when she affected him this way. "Don't be so sure of that, young lady. It does bother me, yes, because you are so sweet and ... forgive me ... submissive." "That is all right. That, " she pointed at the screen, "is the best thing I have ever put an effort into learning. I can now defend myself effortlessly, and though aggression is necessary for fighting, the skills I have acquired can be used as I need them. Besides, it lets the demons out." Aharon pat her cheek, his gaze distant, and she was not able to guess his thoughts. "I favor other methods of exorcism, as it were." "I have seen some videos of the competitions in China, and they always make me wonder. How do you get a child with a broadsword to fix her room?" Aharon looked straight into her eyes, half chastising her. "Hanna, did you black tits go to my rooms alone that day, because you trusted you could defend yourself?" Hanna could not believe he had just said that! "Ah, I see. I can't explain all of this to you, all this ... it is so out of character! I never did anything of the sort, and the first time I do it, I don't even remember it, and look what happened ..." Aharon placed his hand over hers. Hanna pointed at huge black tits her growing figure with impatience. "I can tell you this, if defending myself had even crossed my mind when being with you, I'd see it as a sign, and walk out." Aharon was obviously a very pragmatic individual, not too impressed by intuition. "A sign, Hanna?" Hanna rose to her knees, putting her hands to her hips, though in her heart of hearts, she knew that he was right. "You can't play it both ways! You can't be nasty to the little girl, then play the wounded father all over it!" Aharon slapped her butt playfully, "but of course I can." Hanna was getting irritated by this argument, and she got up. "Look, I might spend the rest of my days trying to understand what happened that night. It bothers me! I choose not to regret it. I choose to take my life in my own hands, learn its lessons, and move on." Aharon nodded in agreement. What else could he do? Hanna needed to the bathroom, and she made a show of leaving the bed, thought when she tried the door, it was locked! Aharon smiled at her, so amused. 'Oh, can he be mean!' Hanna thought, as he pointed at another door, a bit further away. The bathroom was something beyond description. The bathtub was so large it made her think of water bills ... and there was so much marble everywhere, she did not want to see this place when it got wet. That thought made Hanna smile. 'Ok, so maybe I do.' When Hanna came back, a lot calmer, he invited her to his side, in silence, as the movie continued, now without the sound. She rested against him for a long while, though she could not keep her eyes off the locked closet. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her. "What is behind the closed door?" Aharon laughed again, and she could feel his laugh, how it came from the heart. "Ha! That took way too long." "Please?" Aharon teased, "Hmm, begging already?" Hanna pouted unashamedly. "Please?" "Are you sure you want to know?", his face had that wicked stance again. Hanna smirked and hid her face in his chest. "Gosh, I am such a child." Aharon pinched her cheek, then slapped her butt again. "Yes, you are." Handing her a key from the dresser drawer, he held it firmly before he let black rose her take it. "To satisfy your curiosity, and that is it." Hanna opened the walk in closet, only to close it again, fast. Inside she found the shiniest, most complete collection of kink she had ever seen outside of a store. It looked very, very real too. Hanna leant against the door, unsure what to do next, while Aharon regarded her calmly. She remembered to look around the room, checking for hooks and other sinister things like that, and there they were, cleverly hidden by the decoration. Aharon was pleased that she knew what they were. "You are not really a little girl, are you?" Hanna shook her head in self-deprecating manner. "Just a would-be wanna-be, no experience." "I got that, last time we met." Hanna became worried. "Do you really know how to use all this stuff?" Aharon black girls with big asses only nodded slowly, and Hanna had no doubt that he was telling the truth. She reopened the closet bravely, wondering if it was fair to be teasing the man like this, when she was as pregnant as she could get. She closed the door again, sinking into herself, sitting on the floor when she had no idea if she could get up without help. Aharon walked to her direction, and sat beside her. "It is unwise to play in your state." Hanna knew that. "It is out of the question, really." "I can show you what I have, if you like, nothing scary involved," he said, as he brushed her hair away from her face. Hanna really wanted to, though she felt she was playing with fire. "I don't want to be a tease." Aharon laughed again, regaining the easy, sure tone that made her want to trust him. "I have been doing this for a while. It is not such big thing for me to show you, I'd be truly happy to. You, however, seem very nervous for some reason." Hanna confessed, "Playfulness aside, no one has ever seen this side of me." Aharon kissed her lightly, and he came to be very close. "I believe you completely." Slowly he placed his hands on her waist, helping her rise, as he turned her around to face the closet. Even when whispering sweetly, his voice kept gay black its quiet authority. "Open it, then lay out on the bed the things you want to hear about. Leave inside what is not for you. " As soon as Hanna overcame her initial inhibition, she started to behave as a child does in a candy shop. First she took out all his floggers, and he had more than a ebony porn dozen. She had always wanted to compare them live, run her fingers on each of them, and test them one by one. One could not do that in a store without getting hopeful looks, the attention she disliked getting. With all of them out of the way, she could explore further, and she ended up taking out most of the stuff that was a good for hitting, and a bunch of other things. Her heart was beating fast, though she was not afraid anymore. Aharon watched patiently, giving her time. Hanna had witnessed his control in many occasions, and she felt that she could trust it; her own state, however, was precarious! She could hardly stop herself from flogging her own butt. As she held the hard flogger before her, as black girls with big butts he looked on, very amused, she tried to reason with herself. "I think the very enthusiasm this causes is unwise." Aharon reassured and teased in the same breath. "I am taking your lead." "Thank you." "You can expect to be thoroughly fucked later." That last comment reverberated right there where it mattered. "Oh, have mercy!" Aharon laughed some more. Hanna noticed that he was not handling the toys himself, he seemed to be going out of his way to keep her at ease. Perhaps it did amuse him, to witness her enthusiasm, but she thought it wishful thinking. Hanna picked up a flogger and then another, caressing the strands, running them through her hands, then all over her thigh, as he named them for her. The leather stuff was so well made. "Are them all from the same place?" "Most are, I got someone to make them for me." Hanna admired the intricate work. Most floggers she had ever seen black inventor in a store, looked like they were waiting to fall apart. "They do look like the real thing." Aharon picked one of them, then flogged a pillow, making a lot of noise. "You can be sure that they are." Hanna looked at him, pouted, and decided to continue browsing, though this "lesson" was making her hotter than she would like to admit. There was no point hiding, cause he would notice it later, when he finally lost his patience, and took her to the bed. Hanna sighed, overwhelmed by the heat rising to her face when she thought of what he might want, but she continued browsing the collection, for something told her this opportunity might not happen again! Aharon would probably keep his distance after the baby, and if they did become an item, then surely he would not be so nice to her, as they assumed their natural roles... Hanna picked up the hard paddles one by one, finding them much too scary. The flexible ones, however, looked like fun. "I could use one of those." Aharon crossed his black models arms. "Ah, could you?" Trying it on her thigh was such bad idea, it stung! Hanna sat on the bed, pressing her hands against her mouth, paddle and all, fighting not to scream. "Funny if the doctor finds me bruised tomorrow." Aharon sat beside her, making her lay on her side. "It won't happen, because you hit like a girl." He took the rubber paddle from her hand, and with the other, he exposed her pale bottom. "Pretty thing." He took his time kissing it, admiring it, chancing a small bite. Hanna thought she would die of need, moaning, suddenly wanting to forget all those cool things, and concentrate on him, and what he could do barehanded was a lot more than se could handle at the moment. Just as her vision blurred, as she yielded to his caress, he let the paddle fly, laying one good blow on her ass, spot on. "This room is sound-proof," he pointed to the ceiling, as Hanna covered her own mouth. "Ouch, I bruise like a girl too, you know!" Aharon understood the remark well, and he left her be. "Noted." Hanna was kind of liking that he was so close, so she picked another paddle, very similar to the one he held, and she hit her own pussy straight on. "Hey, that was nice." Aharon took the toy from her. "No, no, no, no, no, ... No one hits the pussy but me!" With the back of his fingers, he soothed the poor thing through her knickers, so wet and sloppy, she was surprised he did not make her lick it off. She might not have found it too bad. "I am sorry to disappoint you, but I said that others don't know this side of me. I have got some of this stuff too, for my own personal amusement." Aharon seemed incredulous, "You hit yourself?" Hanna lay back with glee and confessed, "God, yes." Aharon had crossed his arms again. "Does it work?" Hanna decided at that moment, she was going to tease him until she got some. "Absolutely, nothing like a little self-spanking to get a slow night going." Aharon rose from the bed as if that remark had not pleased him. "I can't believe you." So, teasing was not the way, and he was telling her as much. Hanna went back to the closet, so she could look at the menacing stuff that had stayed inside, and calm down. Aharon came to join her after a while, and he picked up one of the long canes that stood behind the door. "You left this in." Canes had the most sobering effect ebony lesbians on Hanna, who confessed, "I am utterly terrified of it." The sight of the thing actually turned her off cold. "I'd say it is irrational but you know ... it is not!" "I understand," Aharon answered, still holding the cane in his hand. Hanna decided she was afraid of the cane, not of him, even if he held it. She was not sure why she thought about it then, but she remembered that when she was mastering her sword, she had been afraid of it, for it was real, and sharp. Her teacher, who did not believe in training swords being blunt, had reassured her then with words she would remember forever. Weapons don't hurt people. People hurt people. Aharon leaned against the door, and he seemed to think carefully before his next statement. "Allow me to say that it is pure perception. I can give pleasure with this, and I could punish severely with any of the other things you seem so fond of. It all depends on what I want to achieve." He held the cane flat in both hands, as if the cane was a sword, black tight virgin pussy as if he knew what she thought, and he offered it to her. "Take it." Hanna took the "sword" from him, turning it on black and white her wrist, but she still felt intimidated. She placed it back on the closet as he watched her intently. Under her gaze, he picked up a flogger, regarding her carefully as she trembled just a little, and after what seemed an black babes eternity he handed it back to her. "Try it." Hanna walked to the bed to flog the pillow, and she was not half bad. He even held it up for her, not afraid she'd miss, obviously he had a good eye. She did reasonably well with anal black the other things too, though when she got to the whip, it wrapped all around and he decided to take it from her. "You are going to hurt someone." Hanna decided that the long implement was not her thing either. "Whips don't turn me on." He seemed amused by the spontaneous confession. "It happens." |