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The Devil�s Nightmare                                                               04/18/03

She was summoned into the chambers by the sound of the chimes. She knew he was there, and that he wanted her. She hurried along, not wanting to keep him waiting, not wanting to wait. When she entered the room he stood near the end of the bed, his arm outstretched, his fingers gently playing across the smooth copper pipes, the glass dragonfly that summoned her to him.

He looked her up and down as she stood in the doorway, a dark smile on his face, and the hunger in his dark eyes undeniable. �I want you to pick something out for me. I want you to choose something to wear just for me.� He told her, stepping around the bed, moving up beside her. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply for just a moment, and then letting her go. �Go. Now� he said to her. �And be quick about it,� he added as he walked out of the room.

She rushed to the closet, hunting, searching for something she thought he might like. Not the pinks, not the white, something black. Black would be perfect for him. She found what she was looking for and quickly changed into it. It had a high collar that button around her neck, but had a deep cut in the front, revealing the curves of her breasts. Her ivory flesh showed through the black lace. The opened crotch revealed her soft shaved mound.

She heard his call, this time his voice, asking if she was prepared for him. Emerging from his chamber, she went to him. He made her stand and turn before him so that he could see all. She almost thought she saw him smile when he told her of his approval. She took a step closer to him, but he said �No� causing her to freeze in her tracks. �I want you on the bed, now,� he added.

She turned quickly, heading back to his chamber, the soft glow of the candles adding to the night. She lay upon the bed as he directed, and it seemed like forever before she heard him approaching. Her body shivering, imagining his touch, she had waited for this moment, in her thoughts and dreams she had known this man, and now, they would come true. He smiled down upon her on the bed, looking into her very soul. He knew her thoughts, he knew her.

�Put your hands on the bars� he said, gesturing towards the headboard. �As far apart as you can reach.' As she did this, he picked up the ropes that lay on it, binding each wrist gently in place.

He smiled at her, a hand caressing her cheek, moving slowly down her neck, unsnapping the the collar and pulling the teddy down, exposing her breasts.   Taking her erect nipple between his fingers he pinched it lightly and grinned at her when she squirmed. He moved to the end of the bed, looking up at her. He reached across her, pulling her teddy down her body, over her legs and tossing it to the floor.   Not saying a word, he picked up the other ropes, and she knew instinctively to spread her legs apart, watching has he bound her ankles. Moving to the dresser, he opened the top drawer, pulling out a bandana, which he brought to her head, binding her eyes to the darkness.

The silence that followed was deafening as she strained to hear, strained to feel. But nothing came. She felt nothing, heard nothing, only emptiness. Then suddenly, the soft ring of the chimes filled the night. Like her dreams so many times, she heard the chimes, and she knew soon she would feel his touch.

He started with her toes, working his way up. First one leg, then the other, and finally both, going up as far as her mid-thigh, then working back down. His fingers danced over her flesh. The gentle scratch of his nails awaking each and every nerve, filling her with desire. Then he stopped, moving to her arms, working his way down slowly. She squirmed on the bed for him, trying harder and harder to feel more of his touch, yet he continued to tease. Over her shoulders this dance continued, down to her breasts. She felt as he danced over them, occasionally teasing her nipples, touching and pinching them. She gasped when she felt his tongue upon one.

The dance continued lower across her tummy. She squirmed more, growing wetter as he teased her flesh, moving lower towards her mound. Finally his fingers danced over it, moving closer to the valley between. One finger dipped lower, stroking her cleft lightly, feeling the heat that radiated from her sex. He smiled to himself knowing what he was doing to her. His finger glistened as he pulled it away, her juices already flowing. He brought his finger to her lips, spreading the nectar across them, forbidding her to taste. He leaned forward, his tongue licking her lips, savoring the taste before kissing her again, and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She sucked on his tongue and he growled. He hungered for her, but he would make her wait. �No� he growled to her pulling away, taking delight in the pout that appeared on her lips. He stood and looked down on her, her hair fallen away from her neck. Unable to resist her flesh, he moved in closer, she felt his warm breath on her neck just before he bit her, sucking on her throat. A low moan escaped her lips, making him pull away once again. He knew he must resist. He must stop. But while he was thinking, his hands were moving down her body once again, finding her breast, grasping it, massaging it. Her nipples were hard, he knew what she was, and he was going to awaken her hunger.

He got onto the bed between her outstretched legs. His hands began their dance again, moving down from her breasts across her tummy and down to her inner thighs. Her body squirmed, her hips rising up from the bed, her body hungering for his touch. He slowly, lightly, ran his tongue down her sex, licking at the juices that seeped from its opening. She moaned softly, holding so still, wanting more, afraid to move for she might miss his touch. She felt his fingers then dancing across her nether lips, his mouth so near when he bit her inner thigh, sucking on her flesh, drinking in her essence. She moaned and squirmed, fighting against her binds wanting to touch him, wanting to tug at his hair and pull his lips closer.

He stopped then, kissing her thigh gently, his tongue moving up to her, slipping inside of her. �Yes� she moaned softly to him, �yes.� Slow, steady, he licked her, tasting her, teasing her. �Please� she moaned to him and he grinned.

�Please what?� he muttered to her, his tongue pressing against the little button he knew she wanted touched. His hands reached up, loosening the ropes from her wrists. �Show me� he said then. Her hands moved down her body, caressing her mound first, she opened herself to him. He suddenly moved in closer, his mouth covering her, licking and sucking her, trying to devour her. Her hips rose from the bed, pressing herself to his hunger, her body trembled beneath his probing tongue. She grew closer to the edge, so close, but just before she climaxed, he stopped. Her hands still there, she began to touch herself, to caress herself as he watched. �Show me� he said once again, his voice softer, tender and caring this time. And as she caressed, showing him the spot, his tongue joined her fingers licking her until she climaxed, feeding him her juices. Her fingers caressed his cheeks, moving into his long hair as he buried his face between her thighs until she climaxed for him again.

He sat up then, his member so hard, throbbing in the candlelight. He wanted her. He needed her as she did him, and yet, yet part of him kept saying no. As he looked down upon her willing flesh, her hands reached lower, finding him, feeling him. She squeezed him gently, stroking him, feeling his heat as she gently urged him towards her. �No� he growled at her, �put your hands on the bars�. She did as he told her, though reluctant to let go.

He moved closer to her, she could feel him so hard touching her lightly as he leaned over her body, licking her nipples. She wanted to feel him inside of her, needed to feel him. Her hands started to leave the bars, to move down his body when he told her no once again. She squirmed then. Trying to spread her legs even farther, feeling his swollen head slipping between her wet lips, and hearing him moan. She heard him say �no� again, but his voice was softer this time, and she knew he had lost the battle within himself when he thrust into her, filling her with his steel like shaft. She gasped, holding her breath for a moment. He felt so good, she suddenly felt alive. He began moving in and out of her hot wet sex.

Faster and faster he moved, primal thrusts, hungry growls. His hands moved over her body, squeezing, massaging. He held to her breasts as he lay across her biting at her neck, his swollen member throbbing deep inside of her. He knew she was going to climax again, her body trembling, he could feel her muscles tightening around him. So tight, squeezing him inside of her, making him thrust harder to get in, squeezing and massaging his head, milking his shaft. He reached up suddenly, pulling the blindfold from her eyes. She had to see, she had to know what he was. He wanted her to know.

She gazed into his eyes, seeing into them, and she knew this night she made love to the devil. �Yes� she moaned when she felt his hot seed filling her.   �No� he growled loudly as he climaxed, �no� he growled even more fiercely when he saw the look in her eyes.

She lay beside him, held tightly in the devil�s arms, listening to him breathe as he drifted off to sleep for a bit. �I love you� the angel said to him in the dark of the night.

� darkest angell