Dark Desire
Author: Tempest12
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Dark Desire Chapter Five:
Choose
After he leaves I drag myself
off the kitchen table. I don't even bother to pick
up my clothes as I slink
through the house naked, intent only on reaching the
bathroom. Once there I turn
the cold water on and step into the shower.
I hiss as the cold water hits
my heated skin, but I make no move towards the hot
water nozzle. Slowly I slide
down the cool tile wall, gathering my knees up to
my chest as I rock back and
forth. Tears pour down my face as the cold water
streams down my shivering back.
I am beginning to turn blue
from the cold but I don't care. Maybe if I can make
my body numb, I can numb my
mind as well.
Why do I let him to do these
things to me and why does it feel so good? I fear
him so much and yet I crave
his touch.
All my life I have been the
perfect everything. My father pushed me to be the
best in my class, the smartest
girl in school. I was expected to be a genius, I
wasn't given a choice. I have
so many degrees from Harvard, Yale and MIT that I
couldn't even keep count
anymore. I won the noble prize when I was sixteen and I
have been striving to beat
myself ever since.
Not only did I have to be the
smartest, but I had to be the most beautiful as
well. My mother, a society
debutante demanded that I follow in her graceful
footsteps. Brains will only
get you so far, she would say, but what a man really
wants is a beautiful woman.
For all of his brains you don't see your father
married to a scientist now do
you dear. She would twitter and pat her hair into
place. I was never allowed to
wear overalls or leave the house even to go to the
lab with a hair out of place.
I have so much money it's
sick. I quite literally own the world. When you have
money you have everything.
They say money can't buy everything, that's a blatant
lie to keep the poor people
happy. If I wanted a man killed on the other side of
the world, it could be done
within the hour. I had enough money to elevate
thousands of people from the
depths of poverty to wealthy elite. With the single
sweep of my hand over a bank
draft, I hold the power of life and death.
My life is so perfect. Brains,
Beauty and Bucks. The three B's equal power.
No one dares to deny me
anything. When I say jump they ask how high. Even my
best friend, the strongest man
in the world bows to me. Everyone fears me.
I am alone.
There can only be one at the
top, there is no room for two. Only one can be in
control.
No one has taken that control
from me until now. He has taken it from me,
cruelly and by force. He has
stripped everything from me, leaving me bare to the
world. When his hands slide
across my skin, he doesn't see a scientist, a beauty
or wealth. He only sees a
woman. He only sees me.
He takes the control from me
and for the first time in my life I feel light and
I can see the real me. It
makes me so happy, to give the power over to someone
else. To have my control taken
away leaving me free.
When he touches me it's like
free falling.
If only I was confident that
he would catch me before I hit the ground.
That's what is the cruelest
about him. He topples the pedestal that I sit upon,
but instead of catching me he
lets me plummet to my death. I look into the
deepest part of my soul and I
know that if he were just to catch me, then I
would give it all to him
willingly. I would be his forever
I jump when I look up and I
see him looking down at me, his face completely
expressionless. He reaches
over and turns off the water then gathers me up in a
fluffy towel. He efficiently
dries me off while I stand in the middle of the
bathroom, like a small child
that needs to be cared for. He picks me up and
carries me to my bedroom and
lays me down on the bed.
He takes out a small jar and
sits on the bed next to me. I'm confused so I try
to look at the writing on the
jar, but it is in an alien writing and I know it
didn't come from earth. He
opens the jar and dips his fingers inside scooping
out some sort of yellow salve.
He leans over me and I press
myself down onto the bed. He begins to gently rub
the cream over the tops of my
thighs where large bruises have begun to form. As
soon as he rubs the cream in I
can feel the pain being leached from my bones and
I sigh with relieve.
He takes hold of my wrists and
pulls them up above my head and I stiffen in
fear. Oh Kami, he was going to
fuck me again and I was so sore. That treacherous
heat began to pool in my
center again and I frown. Instead he smoothes the salve
over my elbows where they had
slammed into the table top.
He lets go only to flip me
over onto my stomach. I am really nervous now. I
don't understand what he is
doing. Why is he being so nice to me. He has hurt me
before and he has never tended
my wounds. I feel him apply the cream to the cut
on my back and to the bruises
on my hips and legs.
I feel the bed shift as he
hefts himself off the bed. I flip over to see him
staring down at me while he
tightens the lid on the jar. I stare back
unblinking, afraid to miss his
slightest move. He just turns and walks out the
door without looking back.
I fall into a dreamless sleep
after he leaves, my brain practically frying on
overdrive, trying to figure
out what was going on.
The next day I wake up to the
kami-awful ringing of my phone. I reach over to my
nightstand and pick up the
receiver.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hey babe! How you feeling?"
My boyfriend asks.
I instantly shoot awake and I
glance at the door, like I'm afraid of being
caught or something.
"I'm fine." Remarkably I am
fine, in fact I feel great. Whatever that cream was
it did the trick. I don't even
have any bruises on my legs. As I glance down, I
realize I am naked, which
reminds me of what happened to my clothes. My face
heats up as I remember what he
did to me last night. I feel my thighs get slick
as I think about him fucking
me from behind while I writhed on the table. I come
back to reality with a jolt.
"I'm sorry, what was that
hunny?" I ask my boyfriend, after coming out of my
little daydream.
"I was asking you if you
wanted to go out to dinner tonight." His tone clearly
indicated that he wanted to
make up for our little fight last night. I felt
really bad for what happened
and I wanted to make it up to him as well, but I
remember what he said.
"Um sure that sounds great,
but how about if I meet you there?" I ask
"Sure, that sounds good." He
probably wasn't too eager to come here after
yesterday anyways.
"I will meet you at seven at
the Blue Lagoon, okay babe?" He says.
"Sure that sounds great, cya
there." I hang up and decide to go back to sleep. I
don't have to do anything
today and I feel drained.
I start getting ready for my
date around six and I am fairly confident that I am
going to be able to get out of
the house before he gets back from training since
he usually stays in the GR
until nine or ten. I walk into my closet and select a
slinky red dress that only
comes down to my mid thighs. I put on my make up and
fluff up my hair, carrying my
red strappy heels with me as I descend to the main
floor.
I look at the clock as I pass
by the den noticing that it's a quarter to seven
but not really paying
attention to anything else in the room as I walk to the
front door.
"Woman, where are you going?"
I hear a husky voice from behind me.
I jump about ten feet high and
drop my shoes onto the ground. I whip around to
see him lounging in my
father's lazy boy.
"Out." I squeak.
"No." He smirks and I can feel
my flesh start to quiver.
"Yes." I manage to hiss out,
barely.
"Onna, come here." He demands.
I instinctively take a step
forward, but I stop and shake my head no at him.
He cocks his eyebrow and makes
a come hither motion with his finger.
I take another half step, but
I stop myself again.
He adds that devilish smile
into the mix and I can't resist. I am pulled to him
like a moth to the flame. I
know I am going to get burned but I can't stop
myself.
I walk over to the chair and
look down at him. He grabs my wrist and pulls me
down onto his lap He positions
me so that my back is pressed up against his
chest and my legs are draped
on either side of his knees. He rests his chin on
my shoulder brushing his cheek
against mine, while his arm snakes around my
waist to keep me in place.
"I said no." He states calmly
as if discussing the weather.
I gulp. "I am not your slave,
you can't tell me what to do." I whisper. Being
this close to him was causing
the heat to build in the pit of my stomach and I
could feel my panties getting
damp.
"Tsk, Tsk. Don't make me
punish you woman." He exhales next to my ear causing
goosebumps to form all the way
down my bare arms.
"Please don't hurt me." I
cringe at my weak tone.
He licks my neck swathing a
hot path from beneath my ear to my shoulder. "Who
said anything about hurting
you?" He asks before he bites down on my flesh. I
moan as I feel his strong
teeth break the skin and he begins to lap at the
wound.
"I am just going to teach you
a lesson in obedience." He whispers and a shiver
shoots down my spine at his
words.
He places his hand on my
smooth thigh and slowly lets it drift up my leg and
under my skirt. He moves with
such tantalizing slowness that I begin to moan
with frustration. I know what
his destination is and I'm impatient for him to
get there. He snickers against
my neck and begins to shower the delicate flesh
with soft kisses.
His other hand skims up my
abdomen to cup my breast gently, making no move to
squeeze it. I begin to fidget
when I realize that I can't reach him since I am
facing away from him. All I
can do is raise my arm to curl my fingers into his
hair at the back of his neck.
His hand finally finds the
apex of my thighs and his fingers pluck at my sheer
panties. He shifts his knees
further apart, which splay my legs wider for him.
He takes his hand off my chest
and I growl at the loss of contact. He chuckles
and suddenly we are lying back
instead of sitting up. He has pulled the lever on
the chair to recline the seat
back.
He replaces his hand and he
begins to massage my breast in a circular motion. I
arch my back up to him, while
digging my nails into his neck. He bites down
again on my neck and I begin
to moan.
His other hand smoothes over
my panties and begins to tug at my clitoris through
the damp cloth. He alternates
between plucking at the swollen flesh and petting
it softly. I begin to buck
against his hand, winding my legs in his for support.
My hand begins to knead the
armrest while my other is tangled in his hair.
He begins to growl in my ear
and it drives me even wilder. Finally he rips my
panties away, baring my flesh
to his touch. He pulls down my top and my breasts
fall free since I wasn't
wearing a bra. He teases the sensitive flesh until my
nipples are rock hard.
Hours seem to go by and still
he withholds what I desire most. I squirm, I
scream and I writhe in his lap
but he just laughs in my ear.
"You have to take your
punishment Onna." He breathes. "You can't cum, until I
say so, Little One."
Suddenly there is a knock on
the door and I can feel him tense beneath me.
"Babe, are you in there?" I
hear my boyfriend call. My eyes dart to the clock
and I can't believe it. It's
already eight o'clock. We have been at this for
over an hour and the bastard
hasn't let me come once! Wait, focus that isn't
your main problem right now.
"Babe?" He knocks again.
"Let me up." I demand.
"Why should I." He asks softly.
"Because." My words trail off
as I realize that I can't give him any reason that
he would listen too. He begins
to lick my neck again and I moan under his touch.
The knock sounds again and I
jump.
"Because I asked you too?" I
blurt out. I hold my breath, expecting him to deny
me.
Instead he pulls his hands
away from me, sliding them across my hot flesh as he
does so. I hold back the groan
as I try to stand. I am burning with need and I
can barely walk. I stumble
over to the door, reaching for the handle, when I am
suddenly pinned against it. He
puts one hand near my head and the other at my
shoulder, but he does not
touch me as he looks down at me.
"Why do you run to this
weakling?" he asks
"I'm not running." I say
"Yes you are, you are going to
him. Why?" He snarls.
"Because he loves me." I state
as if this answered everything.
"What does this love do for
you? What does he do for you that's so great?" He
asks as he stares into my eyes
intently, looking for honesty.
What does he do for me that is
so great? Does he make me feel secure? No, he
hasn't done that since his
death. Does he make me feel special? No, he treats me
just the same as everyone else
does. With respect and fear. Only he treats me
different, but was different
special?
I look away confused. "I don't
know. It just is." I say calmly.
He growls and he takes his
hand that was by my head and places it under my
skirt. The heaviness in my
loins pointedly reminds me that I have some much
unfinished business with that
hand.
"And, what is this?" He asks
as he slides two fingers inside my waiting passage.
I groan loudly and the surge
of pleasure. I nearly jump out of my skin when the
door that I am leaning against
begins to vibrate with the pounding of a fist
from the other side.
"Babe, was that you? Are you
okay? Open the door!" My boyfriend demands. I am
acutely aware that only an
inch of wood separates us, while I am being pleasured
by another man.
He begins to rotate his thumb
over my bud and my knees nearly give out. I reach
out and gather his shirt in my
hands to hold myself up. I moan even louder as I
can feel the tell tale heat in
his fingers as he begins to gather his ki.
"What are you doing?" My eyes
shoot open and I look over to the doorway to the
kitchen. My boyfriend must
have come in the back door when he couldn't get into
the front. He looked pale and
confused as he looked at me.
"Look at me." I hear him
whisper and my eyes dart back to his.
"Let me go." I plead.
"I am not holding you woman,
you are in fact, the one holding me." His voice is
husky.
I look down and sure enough, I
have my hand wrapped around his wrist, holding
his hand to me, while my other
hand is knotted in his shirt. He is merely
leaning his weight against the
door looking down at me.
I hear a choked sound and I
glance back over at the door again to see my
boyfriend leaning against the
wall with one arm while the other was wrapped
around his stomach. He looks
mortally injured, but I know it was just emotional
pain.
"Look at me, or I will stop."
He demands just as he sends a small spark into me.
My eyes snap back to his as I
moan and shiver with passion. Another sound draws
my attention away, and he
begins to pull out of me. I grasp his wrist tighter
and look back into his eyes.
"No, don't stop." I gasp.
"You have to choose Onna. If
you walk out of here, then you will never have this
again." He sends another small
jolt through me and I hiss as the pressure builds
inside of me.
"There is no going back from
here woman." He growls.
"I know, I choose you." I sigh
as he delves back inside of me.
At my words his eyes widen and
his ki spikes through me. My jaw practically
unhinges as I howl with the
release that I had needed so desperately, not once
did I break my gaze with his.
In the distance I can hear the choked sobs of my
ex-lover. The pain of his
broken heart and my intense pleasure mingles together
in my mind.
I stare at the man, who is
both my lover and my tormentor. The man whom I will
throw away everything for even
if he doesn't promise to catch me if I fall.
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