Make Me Stronger: A Throes Novel

AUTHOR'S NOTE: for full context leading to this story, please read Episode 10 ("If It Kills Me") of "Throes: a Collection of Erotic Short Stories".

This is also a rough draft, so please let me know what will need fixing. Constructive criticism goes a long way. Enjoy!

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TESS

“You look so pretty, Princess,” Mommy said to me with tears in her sparkly eyes, smiling through her fingers. I liked when she looked at me like that. It made me feel like a real princess.

I just twisted in front of the studio mirror, my little tutu swishing with every stop. I was a princess. Now, I was going to be a ballerina. I was so excited!

“Assemblé, ladies”, came from the dance teacher in a black leotard that covered her whole body, which was a little bigger than my mom’s. Why wasn’t she wearing a tutu? “Step to the line.”

I faced Mommy again with a big smile, my heart fluttering like little butterflies. “I’m going be a ballerina!”

She held my arms with that big smile. “I know, Princess. Just be careful. Pay attention to everything your teacher says.” Then she patted my arms and moved me onward.

I ran to get to the line before the others, but I slipped and fell right on my face.

The other girls laughed at me. My cheek hurt. I wanted to cry.

The teacher clapped her hands. “Now, now, ladies. Nobody’s perfect. That’s why we’re here to learn how to be. First position.” She waved me on. “Come on, Tess, dear. On the line.”

I sniffled, but I didn’t let myself cry. I got up and stood at the end of the line. I looked at Mommy, who threw up crossed fingers and a big, toothy grin. I smiled at her and faced the mirror ahead of the line. All the other girls stood straight with their chins up and their hands by their hips like they were holding a basket, so I did it.

The teacher looked at me. “Heels together, like this.” She pointed down where the backs of her feet were touching.

I did the same.

“Now,” the teacher said, “let’s start with basics. The first will be the tendu. All you do is point your left toe out like this,” she slid her foot out to her side a bit with her covered toes on the floor, then put it back where it was, “and back. Then do the other leg. Ready? Tendu.”

We all did it, out and back on each side. Easy!

The teacher looked at me, which made the back of my neck tingle. “Tess, dear, the tendu is at an angle, not the side. You almost kicked Lindsay.”

The redhead beside me looked at me like she wanted to punch me.

“Try again. Tendu.”

Everyone stared at me. Oh, it was just for me! Okay. I tried again, making sure my leg went more forward before I took it back.

The teacher smiled. “Good. Now, everyone, tendu.”

We all did it again, but I used the wrong leg and kicked Lindsay.

“Ow,” she cried while she held her ankle.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She looked at me all mad while she hopped around.

The teacher rushed up to me and gently moved me away from Lindsay. “You start with the left in this class, not the right. Just in case, let’s move you over a little.”

I watched Lindsay try to stand on the line again, staring at me the whole time. I was in trouble.

The teacher took her place. “Let’s try that again. Tendu.”

We all did it, me making sure I did my left foot first. She had us do it a few times, and nobody got hurt. I looked at my mom, and she gave me two thumbs up. I felt better.

The teacher nodded with a big smile. “Good, ladies. Now, we learn the plié. All you do is bend at the knees and keep your back straight, and then come back up.” She did it, and it looked like she was trying to duck under something really slowly. When she straightened up, she waved us on. “Try it. Plié.”

We did it, going down and up again a few times. Nobody got hurt, but I was a little wobbly.

Mommy looked worried, so now I was.

The teacher frowned with gritted teeth, but she threw up a smile anyway. “Okay, good. Now, we’re going to relevé. All you do is stand up on your tippy-toes, like this.” She rose so gracefully on her toes, it was like she was floating. Then she slowly came back down. “Up and down on your toes. Okay?”

We nodded.

“And relevé.”

We went up—well, they went up. When I tried, I fell on my side.

The girls laughed at me, and this time I cried.

Mommy rushed in to help me, and I wept in her arms.

“It’s okay, Princess,” she said while rubbing my back. “You’ll get it.”

I looked to the teacher, who was shaking her head.

“You know what?” she said. “I don’t think she can do this.”

My heart broke.

Mommy let me go and stood. “What do you mean? This is a class, isn’t it? She’s seven. It’ll take time.”

The teacher did this scrunchy thing with her face that Mommy did whenever she told me I couldn’t go on the metal dome at the playground. “Yeah, but she’s totally uncoordinated. Some have it and some don’t, and I’m afraid Tess just doesn’t.”

“Please,” Mommy said, but the teacher stepped up to her.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll refund your money as soon as I can. Now, please, let us continue class.”

“At least let her try the rest.”

“Please,” the teacher said without a smile.

Mommy looked mad, but she scooped me up into her arms and carried me out.

I nuzzled into Mommy’s neck and cried, feeling like I couldn’t do anything right.

“Don’t be upset, Princess. You’ll get better at this. I’ll help you in any way I can.”

I wanted to believe her, but I just cried and cried and—

I awoke with a start and cupped my mouth with my hand. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the dream—memory—replayed in my mind. I again reminded myself I wasn’t that little girl anymore, but I was still the same wrecking ball. How was I ever going to get past this?

And where the hell was I? I nearly freaked out scoping the beige walls glowing all around me and a bunch of black furnishings.

I found a man passed out on the thick blue comforter on his king-sized bed, the man who had come to my rescue through my clumsiness. Oh, yeah, I thought with a grateful smile.

It had only been one night, but oh, what a night! After years of screwing up every date I ever went on, I finally found a man brave enough to give me every single pleasure I ever wanted to feel. I had hurt him over half a dozen times, and he had still given me eight mind-blowing orgasms—one more than my own personal record in the years I had spent pleasuring myself after every other spoiled date. He was such a gem … and a sexy one at that.

His toned limbs were splayed about in his sleep, displaying a yummy physique from whatever time he spent working out. He owned a bicycle shop, but his muscles bulged just a little more than the average two-wheel junkie I had seen—and collided with a time or two. Or twelve. He had quite a handsome face, long and strong with the dreamiest pair of gray eyes I had ever seen when they were open. His slumber made me miss them … among other things.

My core throbbed at the sight of his dick. Even dormant, it was nicely sized, and I had certainly enjoyed feeling it grow in my mouth last night. I gently stroked his soft skin, which twitched and made me back off for a moment.

He stirred but didn’t wake.

I chuckled a bit, but his wood continued to greet the morning, and it made my mouth water. Oh, that member had filled every hole in me so scrumptiously last night, just as I had begged of him. I could still taste his sweet cum—the man knew how to diet, apparently—and its spout was only getting bigger. The thought of feeling it inside me again made me instantly wet, but he wasn’t there yet. I smiled as I leaned down and took it into my mouth.

Mmmm, I thought as I sampled the fleshy yum with a drop of precum. I took it in deeper, savoring the way it thickened against my tongue. His flavor and the magnitude of pleasure to which he had brought me made me hungrier for it. I took it in all the way and held it, giving his balls a little flick with my tongue.

He roused, and I smiled through my mouthful. I massaged his legs and swooped up and down him.

His eyes met mine with a humorous grin, and he caressed my cheek. “Good morning to you, too,” he said with that silky baritone of his.

I released his dick reluctantly to catch my breath and press my luck. “So, can we try it in your car now?”

He chuckled quietly at my request from last night, but I couldn’t give him the time to say no. I scooped his cock back into my mouth and worked it fast and hard. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head while he gasped.

I always enjoyed seeing a man like that, but this time was special. He had given me two hot positions and my first successful anal fuck, and—as he had put it last night—we had so much more ground to cover. I couldn’t wait to find out just how much farther he could push me. Hell, I would’ve been happy to make him come in my mouth right now, so I worked him even faster.

He bowed back with a moan, but he paused and reached for the back of his neck.

Guilt shot through me like the crack of a whip, that pain coming from the fifth—and most powerful—orgasm he had given me by eating me out, during which my throes had almost broken his neck. I instantly released him and climbed up to check on him. “Oh, God. Are you okay?”

He grabbed my hips with an impish grin. “The name’s Ian, but thanks for the ego boost.”

Before I knew it, his cock found my pussy and slid right in. My entire body flushed as he brought me down, his thick manhood filling me so wonderfully. His lips met my right nipple and gobbled me like a pie, sending delicious chills right down to my clit.

I closed my eyes and slowly rode him, trying not to hurt him again. Oh, God, he felt so good. Why couldn’t any of the other men I’d ever dated be this patient with me? Oh, who cared? Ian was here now, and he was all mine! I didn’t need to get him in the car; I just fucked him right here. My Ian.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, I remembered, but when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down to crush his lips against mine, I ceased to worry and surrendered to his kiss.

My hands raked through his short, jet black hair while my pussy grinded him, enjoying the way his pubes tickled my clit. I savored the warmth of his tight chest and abs almost as much as the way he filled me. I released his mouth because I just had to say it. “I could get used to this.” Then I kissed his neck and ear, making him squirm under me while I took my pleasure from him.

“So, the car?” he half-whispered, which prompted me to sit up and pause. “That’s what you want to try next?”

I was tempted, but I was enjoying where I was too much. I planted my hands upon his chest and slowly grinded him again. “I’m good right here, baby.”

He smiled and held my hips, but he let me do the fucking, and I was all the more grateful for it.

I swooped my hips into him like I had seen a fair number of porn stars do to their actors. All those movies had filled my lonely nights, but now this one courageous man was filling me the way I had always dreamed of. My head swam so deliciously, I quickly fell in love with being on top. It was worth the wait, but I wanted so much more.

His hands slid up to my breasts and kneaded them gently, which made my body tingle even more.

I rode him faster for it, huffing up a storm while my excitement built up inside me. I kept my eyes on his the whole time, cherishing the face of the man who had given this to me. I almost thanked him, but my pleasure reached its zenith and made me belt it out. I paused and let it surge through me with a big smile, a blissful wakeup for my body.

His hand caressed my cheek. I leaned in to kiss it, then sucked his index finger just to show my appreciation. His eyes fluttered as his grin grew. “Damn, you’re so hot.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss him—a little too fast. My mouth bonked his, making us both cringe and hold our lips. I almost apologized, but the way he kept looking at me amid nursing his boo-boo reminded me of his patience and kindness … and once again made my mouth water.

I slid off him and scurried down to take him into my mouth again, relishing the taste of my orgasm all over his cock. “Mmmmmmm,” I said while I sucked him off, keeping my eyes on his.

The way he smiled down at me made me even hungrier. He had enjoyed the view of my body since the moment we first met, having only seen a picture of my face on the dating app where I had reached out to him. I had worked hard—and injured myself a great deal of times—to sculpt a body any man would kill for, but he was the only strong enough to enjoy it to its fullest.

I envied that strength. I worked him faster to show it.

“Aaaah, yeeeaaah,” he said like a sigh, which made my heart flutter and my speed increase. His breathing grew faster as I did. “Aw, yeah! God, you’re so good at this!”

“Mm-hmmm,” I hummed while I swooped through him, actually enjoying the depths to which his stiffness could sink down my throat. Other women I knew had complained about doing this, but I reveled in it. I had blown many potential lovers into submission, but my clumsiness had always ruined any chance of them showing me their gratitude.

Not Ian, and I couldn’t wait to reward him again. I sped up even more, adding little moans to spur him.

His hands grasped the sides of my head while he pumped my hungry mouth.

I paused to let him take his pleasure from me, eager for it. Come for me, baby, I thought while he railed my throat.

Finally, he stiffened and cried out to the heavens while his cock throbbed in my mouth. His sweeter seed filled me with such delight that I sucked it down like a vanilla milkshake. Sure, semen never really was sweet, but the other guys’ flavors had been so bitter compared to this. It made me more grateful for Ian. I didn’t waste a drop.

When I was satisfied that I had gotten it all, I released his spent cock with a little pop and smiled at him.

He smiled back and caressed my face before he drew me up and kissed my lips hard. Another bonus: no qualms about the taste of his cum in my mouth. He kissed me so deeply that I melted against him while he wrapped his arms around me. This man was a definite keeper!

“God, you’re amazing,” he said to me as I cuddled up to him.

I took his cock into my hand and massaged it while smiling up at him. “So are you.”

He chuckled lightly. “Thank you. You’re the first woman who ever said that.”

I stroked his cheek. “They were idiots.”

He shrugged. “They just weren’t as … forward as me,” he added with a teasing tone.

His turn of my kind phrase last night made me giggle. “You mean pervy,” I reminded him. While I had found his profile quite lude, his refreshing honesty had made me hopeful this would be the one who would finally give me what I wanted. I was right, and I was grateful.

He chuckled again and hugged me tighter. “Yeah, I'm pervy.”

I caressed his soft lips with my fingertips. “I like you pervy.”

He stroked my cheek again. “I like you that way, too.”

I kissed his lips, wanting to get lost in them forever. Please, God, don’t let me lose this one!