Dark Desire
Author: Tempest12
Disclaimer: Same ole same ole,
don't own it.
Chapter Two: Why have a good
boy, when you can have a bad man?
My eyes darted around the
shadow-laden room looking for an intruder. I was
almost certain that I felt
someone's hands on me but there was no movement
except for the sheer curtains
floating in the breeze.
More often of late I had been
having these dreams. Always dark and vague, of a
man standing above me watching
me as I slept. I knew it was him, that murderer I
had allowed in my home in a
moment of weakness. In my dreams, he would stand
over me with that smirk of
superiority as I writhed in pleasure. When I woke I
would always feel so dirty,
but so satisfied.
When I had first spied him
through the crystal ball I had felt such fear and
worry for my friends, but as
he threw back his head to laugh in pure amusement
at my lover's demise I felt a
twinge. A deep, dark, dirty twinge that I never
told anyone about.
Later on Namek, when he
demanded the Dragon Ball from me, I thought I was going
to pee my pants I was so
afraid. His guttural voice sent shivers down my spine,
but not the fear driven kind.
I don't know what possessed me
to invite him to live with me that day. It just
popped out. Followed by that,
"you're cute" comment, I about melted into the
ground with mortification.
Everyone thought I was nuts letting him live here,
heck, I think I'm nuts, but I
can't bear to send him away.
I fear him to much to approach
him, but when he isn't looking I watch him. He
always struts around in his
dark blue training suits, or worse black bike shorts
with no shirt. Whenever I see
his sweat covered chest I have to resist the urge
to reach out and lick the
saltiness from him. Sometimes when he catches me
looking at him, his eyes will
burn into me as if they were piercing my soul. It
always looks like he is angry
at me, for some imagined sin that I committed
against him, but I have done
nothing. I brought him into my home, given him all
that he desires and yet he
still glares at me. Sometimes I can feel the rage
build inside of me, but I
suppress it. It would not be wise to confront a
killer.
Morning comes and I roll out
of bed for my ritual shower and primping session.
Today I am going to see my
boyfriend, but I don't feel my usual giddiness at the
prospect. I usually feel
sullen and worn out the next day after my intense
dreams.
I used to love him so much, my
bad boy from the desert. Lately, since he was
brought back to life he seems
different. With the impending doom of the androids
he seems eager to experience
life to the fullest and he wants nothing better
than to drag me along for the
ride. He is more caring and attentive than he ever
has been in the past. Almost
like he is making up for his past mistakes.
I should be happy to be the
center of his world, but sometimes when I look at
him, my gut twists. Next to my
very oldest friend, he was the strongest man in
the world and I relished that.
My boyfriend was a Z fighter; he was the brawn to
my brain. And now..
I glanced down the corridor
that would lead to his rooms. And now, he wasn't the
most powerful and neither was
he as bad as he used to be. He was so loving and
caring...so nice. Why have a
good boy, when you can have a bad man? I gasp at
the thought. What is wrong
with me! He is the perfect boyfriend and you know it.
Stop moping around and get
moving.
My lover and I decided to call
it quits earlier than expected; it was just so
darn hot out! It was one of
those sultry days that no matter what you did you
just couldn't get dry. Every
inch of your skin was coated with perspiration and
you felt like you where trying
to breathe under water. I padded up the stairs to
my room and threw my hair up
into a quick bun on top of my head, trying to get
the damp mass off my neck. A
few teal strands escaped its bindings and lay
limply down my back. I then
rooted around my closet for a bit, coming up with a
breezy linen dress. After a
few moments of consideration, I took of my panties
and bra and just tossed on the
dress, which soon stuck to my body like a second
skin. It was just too hot for
anything else.
I entered the kitchen looking
for some iced tea when I encountered my mother
coming out of the laundry
room. Seeing me she quickly enlisted my help in doing
some chores. Namely, taking
some fresh towels to his bathroom.
Confident that he was still
out training I trudged up the stairs to his wing and
down the corridor to his
bathroom. As I approached, the door opened and steam
billowed out into the hall,
quickly followed by a very wet male with only a
towel wrapped around his waist.
I stopped dead in my tracks
and stared. His hair hung down his shoulders in
thick strands while droplets
of water streamed down his chiseled chest. Arousal
hit me like a Mack truck. I
licked my lips as I had the sudden urge to lap up
those wayward drops. I
followed their path with my eyes as they rolled down his
washboard stomach and
disappeared into the fold of the white towel, which was
drapped around a very aroused
saiyan.
My face flamed and my eyes
shot back up to his face. His onyx eyes were boring
into me and he looked
distinctly unhappy that I was there. I bit my lip as my
hands fisted in the towels
that I was holding. I took a step back as I felt fear
wash through me. Before I
could flee I felt of rush of air and he was in front
of me with incredible speed.
I dropped the towels and
raised my hands to ward him off but he grasped my small
wrists in his large fist and
swung me up against the wall. He raised my hands
above my head, jerking me up
so I was on the tips of my toes, causing my back to
arch up to relieve the
pressure on my shoulder blades. My breasts brushed up
against his chest, dampening
the thin material. His eyes glared down into mine
and I could see fire raging in
their depths. My voice seemed to have shriveled
up and died in the back of my
throat and I could not speak, I could barely even
breathe.
I had never been this close to
him before and I could feel the heat radiating
off him. Even though I was
terrified, I was also aroused. Such a treacherous
body. He leaned in close so
his breath feathered across my lips and smiled a
slow sensuous smile that I
hadn't even known he was capable off.
"Sayians are superior to
humans in all things. For instance, we have an advanced
sense of smell. Do you know
what that means?" He questioned.
Still unable to draw the
breath to speak, I merely shook my head that I did not.
"It means I can smell your
fear Onna, but not only that, I can smell your
arousal." The amusement in his
face was clear as he smirked down at my now
vibrantly red features. My
obvious fear and embarrassment still could not stop
the almost instantaneous
moisture I felt at the apex of my thighs at those
whispered words. Still unable
to speak I could only make choking sounds.
He slipped his free hand
between our bodies lying it on my stomach and I about
jumped a mile high. I could
feel the heat of his palm burning through the thin
linen shift that I wore. His
hand slowly crept downwards to eventually cup me
through the fabric. I was
finally able to speak and I pushed the word out
through my numb lips.
"No." I whispered desperately.
"No?" He replied, as he raised
his eyebrow.
He removed his hand and I felt
its loss intently. He smirked down at me as if he
knew exactly what I felt. He
placed that offending hand on my bare knee instead,
gripping me so tightly that he
dimpled my flesh. He slid his hand up my already
sweat-slicked leg and under my
skirt. It came to rest on the top of my thigh
while his thumb barely brushed
my nether lips.
Suddenly, my paralyses left me
and I tried to clamp my legs closed, but he saw
my intent and insinuated his
right knee in between my thighs. His thumb slipped
past my lips to tease the bud
of my flower ever so lightly. The rush of heat
that followed the action was
embarrassing. When I had sex in the past I had
never felt sensations this
intensely, most times I would need lubrication to
ease my lover's way. However,
now my thighs became even wetter with the
combination of my juices and
perspiration.
Suddenly an almost electrical
like shot kissed my very center and spasmed
through my entire body. My
nipples became impossibly hard and my bud swelled
with demanding need. After the
wave ebbed I shot a startled glance to my captor.
"That was some of my ki that I
shared with you." He bared his teeth in and
animalistic grin. "Would you
like me to do it again?"
If he did it again I knew for
sure that I would go over the edge. It was unlike
anything I had ever felt
before. Hell yes, I wanted him to do it again. I barely
nodded my ascent to him.
He smirked in his most
condescending manner. He leaned down and began to trace
my upper lip with the tip of
his tongue. Not entering my mouth just teasing me
with his taste.
"Then ask me too." He breathed.
I gulped. It was one thing to
be able to nod; it was quiet another to give voice
to my dark desire. To verbally
proclaim that I liked what he did to me and that
I wanted him to do it again.
To have this man's hands that had been coated with
the blood of millions of
innocents touch me. His lips that curled in a snarl as
he decimated worlds, caress
mine. To have eyes that have seen untold horrors,
only to look upon me.
My core was throbbing with
need and with the barest of movements he flicked his
thumb against it once more. I
jolted at the sensation and before I could stop
myself the words fell from my
mouth.
"Please, do it again." I
gasped.
And he did. I threw back my
head and howled, actually howled for the first time
in my life. The sensations
rocked through me with such force I thought I would
be ripped apart. In the back
of my mind a wayward thought echoed. So this is
what dying feels like. I rode
the waves of my climax and each time they seemed
that they would ebb he would
flick his thumb and another wave would come
crashing down on me. The
gut-wrenching climax lasted for nearly five impossible
minutes.
When it was over, my body felt
boneless and my legs could not longer support me.
I hung like a rag doll by his
fist still clenching my hands above my head.
Tremors shook my limp body
uncontrollably and I whimpered in the back of my raw
throat. He let my hands go and
I fell to my knees before him in the hall.
He walked away from me without
a word. Leaving me a pitiful mass on the floor,
tears streaming down my face
at my weakness. The only sound to be heard was the
soft click of his door
closing.
Chapter 3
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