Darque Wants (42 page)

              Kat laid in bed beside Iris, who was fast asleep, snuggled up and content. But something was nagging at Kat and keeping her from enjoying the afterglow of her lover in the usual fashion. She carefully slipped from Iris's arms, out from under the blankets and dressed. The bedroom door carefully closed behind her. Kat started to wander through the large house. She didn't really know where she was headed, but she knew something wasn't sitting right in her mind. The encounter with the Queen was still fresh in her thoughts as she heard Fiona's voice just inside the study.

              “It's been a long time, Meredith,” she heard Fiona say as she slipped up to the closed door to the study, and placed her ear by the door frame for a better chance to eavesdrop. “Yes, I agree. I think we need to meet.” The Queen's voice came through the wooden door. “We need to sort this out before things get out of hand. In the oak grove... by the cascades. Fine,” she said. “And Meredith, make sure he doesn't follow you.” Kat heard the phone beep and knew the call was over. She quickly withdrew from the doorway and scampered back down the hallway into another small room to avoid being seen as the Queen left. She heard the door open and the footsteps trail off down the hallway towards the front of the house.

              “So are we going to follow her?” Iris's voice came softly from just behind Kat.

              “Shit!” Kat jumped away from the surprise as goose bumps rose up and down her back. “Oh God! Don't do that to me, damn it,” she said clutching her hands to her heart. Iris stood just behind where Kat had been huddled, hiding from the Queen. As always, she moved like a cat, slinking up and spying on her little spy.

              “You should know, Little One,” Iris said. “I am always with you. Besides, do you really think you can slip out of bed, and I won't notice?”

              “Apparently not,” Kat replied as she tried to calm her nerves.

              “Now, do we follow her or not?” Iris asked. “I know how to get to the grove from here. If we get going, we can go down by the river and even beat her there.”

              “I don't know,” Kat answered. “I have to admit I'm going crazy to figure out what the hell is going on. But, I mean, she's your mom. Would you really spy on her like that?”

              “Learn this lesson now, Little One, and make sure you remember it,” Iris said as she slipped up to Kat and took her face in her hands. Pulling Kat's face up and looking directly into her eyes, Iris's voice took a serious tone as she spoke. “I will spy on anyone. No one can hide anything from me. No one.” The confidence of Iris's voice made Kat shiver right down to her feet. She would never do anything to displease her wife, but she knew it was true. She would never be able to hide anything from Iris.

              “Yes,” Kat said softly, looking back into Iris's eyes. The woman could be so intimidating at times. “So lead the way, I guess.” Iris stroked her hands down Kat's face and leaned in for a kiss.

              “Don't I always, Little One,” she asked and then quickly slipped out the doorway.

              Anna had taken a bit longer to go back to the keep. She had a lot on her mind. She felt adrift lately, out of control, and she didn't like it. The shock of her mother's arrival at the Keep was the last straw. It was time she took control of her life and stopped letting everyone else tell her what to do. She felt hurt. Her mind reeled at the possible secrets and lies her mother had kept all these years, and her creative imagination was working overtime. Whatever the truth was, she was damn well going to get to the bottom of it. But something else crept into the back of her mind slowly. After the surge of emotion at seeing her mother, and the episode with the door, she felt drained. Her body felt weak, and it felt something else as well.

              “I'm horny,” she thought to herself, and thinking simply magnified it in her mind. Her power and strength came from her lust, and it had been a while. As she put the pieces together, it grew until she felt her body aching as if she hadn't eaten in days. Images flashed through her mind of Connor and the sexy and shameful things they shared. She was growing desperate. She was also growing moist very quickly. She had to recharge, get it out of her system before she went back to the Keep. “Damn him,” she thought as she remembered Connor didn't believe in cell phones. “Who the fuck doesn't believe in cell phones? They are real, and right now they'd be real fucking helpful.” Her pace quickened to a slow jog as she thought about how to resolve her issue with Connor deep inside the Keep, likely with the Door Keeper and Malcom and Meredith between them. As she jogged along, she ran past a handsome, but mature, man headed the other way on the bike path. The  man had said hello, but she simply ignored him as he passed. Then she realized who the man had been. She turned around and ran back towards him.

              “Dr. Wilson,” she shouted as she came up behind him. “Dr. Wilson, wait.” The man was a more mature gentleman, but still in seemingly excellent shape. His hair was still a deep black but his beard had turned gray for the most part. Anna remembered him from a class she took first semester. She had often thought about the older, more worldly professor and the hot little student fantasy, but she assumed that was all bullshit in dirty mags. No professor would actually, would they actually? “Well, I guess we will see,” she whispered as she got the professor's attention. “Hi, Dr. Wilson. Do you have a minute?” “And some cock!” she thought to herself. Her heart pounded. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. Anna had never been the go-getter type. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and she felt very desperate at the moment.

              “Hello, Anna,” Dr. Wilson said as he turned back to greet Anna. “What can I help you with, dear?”

              “Oh, you remember me?” Anna asked. “I'm surprised. I only was in that class a couple weeks before I dropped it.”

              “Of course I remember you, Anna. You were a very lovely young lady and always very attentive to my lectures.” Dr. Wilson said.

              “I was attentive. but OMG, not to the lessons,” Anna thought to herself. “Uhm, yes Sir. I loved watching, listening to you talk. It was always so interesting.”

              “Good. I love seeing students passionate,” he said, with a slight glance down at Anna. “If I can help them to become passionate about history, then I must be doing my job right.” He stood a full foot taller than Anna at least, so she didn't think anything of his downward glance. In fact she tried to breathe a little deeper to enhance his view.

              “Oh shit! I am doing this,” she thought as she displayed herself to her former professor. “I'm a total slut!” She smiled and gave it her best coy look. “Oh yes, Dr. Wilson. You made me very passionate. Thank you so much.”

              “Oh really? I assumed I failed you in some way since you dropped the class so quickly,” Dr. Wilson replied.

              “Oh no, Sir,” Anna said. “I was having family issues. I hated that I didn't get to finish with you.”

              “That's very nice to hear, Anna,” he said as he took another brief look down towards her expanding chest. “I hope your family problems are all worked out now. What is it I can help you with?”

              “Oh thank you, Sir,” Anna said in a breathy voice as she tried to promote her assets the best she could. She had never seduced anyone before and was terrified she was making a complete fool of herself, and would end up horribly embarrassed and still horny as all hell. “Oh shit. Then I will have to try this again with some random guy,” she thought, and then decided she had better get it right the first time. “Well, my family is sort of a work in progress, but there is something you can help me with if you feel up to it, Dr. Wilson.” Anna made sure to go with the cheesy movie classic and emphasized the word “up” with, what she hoped was, a sexy drawl and not a pitiful embarrassment.

*****

Anna's hands gripped the edge of the large desk for dear life as his cock thrust deep inside her aching lips. She had never been so full before, and the feeling was a mixture of pain and the most intense pleasure. Each time he jerked her hair and pulled on her hips to draw her back, he slammed his body into hers. She felt him slap against her ass as he forced every inch of that cock into her. She felt herself spread wide almost as if he would tear her apart.

              “Oh fuck me,” she cried out at the top of her lungs. She didn't care anymore. She had no shame left, and she just didn't give a damn. “Fuck me harder, Dr. Wilson. Fuck me, damn it!”

              “It's Sir, you hot little cock toy,” he said as he hammered her harder. “It's Sir. I own this tight little hole, don't I?” His hand, wrapped in her long hair, jerked hard drawing her head from the desk and making her back arch sharply. “I own it with that big cock, don't I?”

              “Yes!” Anna screamed. “You own me. That big fucking cock owns me. Please, Sir. Please fuck me harder.” Her body was bent over the desk, her legs spread wide and trembling as her clothes lay scattered across the floor of his office. Anna knew his secretary was just outside and she couldn't care less. “It's yours, Sir. Fuck it. Fuck until no one else has anything left!”

              “That's a good girl. Take my cock,” he grunted as he doubled his efforts. Each thrust of his hips into her ass lifted her feet off the floor as he tried to shove himself as deep into her molten wet center as possible. Anna held onto the desk tightly as his body slammed up and down like a rag doll. Her aching nipples dragging across the wooden desk top sent shivers through her body. She could feel her wet juices flowing like never before as he pounded her. They tickled her thighs as they ran down her legs. She felt her body building up, and it was all she could do not to burst into flames right on his desk, but she knew she had to control herself. But how, how could she control anything right now? Never, in her sordid little teacher fantasy, had Dr. Wilson, or any man for that matter, had a cock like that. It was bigger than she thought they got and made her practically drool for some reason the second she saw it. But control was all she could focus on now as she felt it pushing deeper, harder than anything she could have imagined. She was getting close, and she knew it. Her body started to quiver inside. Her muscles spasmed around the thick shaft and strained with its girth. Dr. Wilson knew she was close too. He could feel her around him and knew that he wasn't ready for her to explode just yet. He left go of her hair and Anna's head fell to the desk top. He stepped back and her feet fell to the floor as his cock pulled out of her.

              “God, no!” Anna moaned as she quickly turned to see why he had pulled away. She looked over her shoulder and saw him. He was standing there behind her, naked. His cock in his hand as he stroked it and looked at her stripped body sprawled out on his desk. She could see herself on him. Her wetness made his cock shine and dripped from the head of it like honey. “Why did you stop? Please, please keep going,” she begged as she looked back at him.

              “Get on your knees, Anna,” he commanded as he stroked himself. He looked at her with a power in his eyes, she knew meant business. “Get on your knees now.”

              “Yes, Sir,” Anna said as she slowly slipped off the desk and knelt on the floor with her back to it. She had an idea what he wanted, but she had never done it before. Her heart was pounding with nervousness and a little fear. He stepped up and took hold of her hair and gave her a little tug.

              “Suck that cock, Anna,” he said, looking her right in the eyes. “Suck it for me if you want me to fuck you again.” The command felt real. It carried weight as she desperately wanted him to fuck her again. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his cock and felt the slick skin slide in her hands. She opened her mouth, hesitantly and leaned forward. She slipped her tongue out and ran it over his swollen head. Her body trembled when she heard the groan echo from his mouth. So she felt brave. She placed her lips around the head and started to suck on it. The taste of it was delicious, and the skin felt rough and smooth on her lips all at the same time. He held her hair tightly but let her move at her own pace. He reassured her with praising grunts and moans as she worked past the head and felt it push back over her tongue. It had looked bigger than anything she had ever seen. It had felt even more so as it sank into her from behind, but in her mouth it was just massive. She had to stretch her jaw to fit it inside her mouth, and once there she felt the ridge pop behind her teeth. She was almost scared she wouldn't be able to get it back out again. His grip tightened and she felt his need, his lust, in the way he pulled at her hair. She heard him groan and felt his cock throb as it pushed back into her mouth. She was doing it. She was sucking cock, and she was excited as hell, too. Suddenly, it was over as quickly as he had pulled out of her before. His cock drew back from her mouth. Her jaw stung, and her lips felt numb as he bent over and grabbed her. Without warning, without a word, he lifted her up and dropped her back on the desk. With one arm under her leg, he pushed her body back until she spilled out on the desk top. He grabbed his cock in the other hand and guided it to her opening. As he started to spread her lips wide around his pulsing head again, he slipped his other arm under her right leg. He lifted Anna's ass up off the desk, with his hold under her legs and with more force than she thought possible, and jerked her against his hips.

              “God!” Anna cried out as she grabbed at her own legs for support. He drove his cock into her so hard she felt his balls slam against her ass. He wasted no time, the sweat dripping from his brow onto her stomach as he burst into a savage rhythm. Viciously pulling her body to him, he drove against her as she screamed incoherently.

              “You want my cum, Anna?” he asked as if he really cared what she answered. “You want my fucking cum, don't you?” He was going to give it to her. He was going to fill her with it, and there was no stopping him. That thought was more than Anna could stand, and her body erupted into convulsions. She could feel the muscles around him burn with their uncontrollable clenching as her head tossed side to side on the hard wood of the desk.

*****

A tall chiseled figure stood in the doorway of the office and looked down at the prim, but sexy, little secretary.

              “Is Wilson in?” he asked as the young woman filed away at her nails.

              “Oh he's in, alright,” she said without even looking up from her manicure. “The question is, who's he in?”

*****

“That's it. That's my girl. Take it. Take my cum,” he said as his cock pulsed inside her, and the surge raced from his aching balls to the head of his cock before it gushed out inside her. The sound of his cry could be heard clearly through the solid oak door. As the man stepped closer to the doorway, he heard the sound of the girl as well.

              “Oh fuck, yes. Cum in me, Sir. Cum in me. I am cumming too!” The voice came through the closed door. 

*****

“I'm cumming, Anna. Fuck!” Wilson called out and then began to grunt loudly. The secretary looked up and saw the man grin as he leaned towards the door.

              “See,” she said. “I told you he was in. Want me to tell him you were here?”

              “Oh no. Please don't,” the man said as he pulled back from the door. “I wouldn't want to embarrass him.”

              “Do you really think he's got any shame, anyway?” the secretary asked as she quickly went back to her diligent fingernail filing.

              “No,” the man said, coolly. “I don't think he has any at all, not a single ounce.” He turned, still with a grin, and walked from the office.

Anna walked down the sidewalk from the administration building towards the back of the library. She felt refreshed, powerful again. She had a lot of different emotions running through her mind and not just a few different sensation running through her body. But she would have to sort that out later. It was time to deal with her mother. She steeled herself with her best “I'm not fucking around” face and headed back home.

As she approached the back door of the library, she saw Meredith coming out. Anna took a deep breath to prepare herself for the upcoming conflict. But something seemed odd. Meredith was looking around carefully, and she slipped out the door. Anna quickly moved behind one of the large boxwoods that lined the back wall of the garden and watched. It seemed to Anna that her mother was, in fact, sneaking away for some reason. That fact alone infuriated Anna who was already pissed off that her mother had been so secretive all these years.

“Not this time,” Anna muttered to herself. “No more fucking secrets.” Anna moved along the bush line as she followed Meredith down towards the bike trail. Once Meredith reached the trail, she moved into a brisk but steady walk down the path. Anna had to stay far back to avoid the chance of being noticed. After about 15 minutes, she heard the leaves crunching and came around the trees to see that Meredith had left the trail and was headed down towards the river. She waited briefly, not wanting her own march through the dry leaves to give away the fact she was there, and then she followed. Once she was past the leaves and brush off the edge of the trail, Anna found a path and assumed that was where her mother had headed. As she followed the dirty pathway, she could hear the sounds of the cascades growing in the distance. When she broke through the brush and found herself on the river bank the sound of the rushing water seemed to drown all else away, and she had no idea what direction Meredith had headed. She turned north along the bank and went ahead. As she pulled back from the river bank the sound of water faded, and she caught the slight hint of voices. As she moved towards a clearing in the trees she saw Meredith and another woman in the clearing talking. Anna knelt down behind the brush and moved to try and find a spot to listen in on the conversation.

Anna's heart jumped inside her, and she tried to scream. But the hand covering her mouth from behind held it in her throat, and she felt herself jerk backwards.

              “Anna,” Kat said in a whisper. “Anna, it's ok. It's alright.” Anna's eyes shot towards the sound of Kat's voice as she heard another voice whisper in her ear.

              “I'm going to let you go, but keep your mouth shut or they will hear you,” Iris said in a firm tone that made Anna believe if she didn't remain silent something very unpleasant would happen.

              “Anna, this is Iris,” Kat said, still trying to keep her voice low and quiet, “my wife.” Iris relaxed her hands, and let Anna slip away from her.

              “Uhm yeah, nice to meet you,” Anna said rubbing her arm where Iris's fingers had dug in a moment ago. “What the hell are you doing here, Kat?”

              “We followed Iris's mom. That's her over there with your mom,” Kat whispered.

              “That's the Queen?” Anna asked. “What the hell is my mom doing out here with her?” At that moment Finoa heard rustling in the woods. Her hands lit up with flames in an instant as she threw her arm towards the girls’ hiding spot. Iris moved before anyone knew what was going on and shoved Kat and Anna to the ground. Another blast from Fiona's hand snapped a limb just over head. The branch swung down and struck Iris, sending her crashing to the ground. As Anna and Kat scurried to get up, Kat looked back to see Iris on the ground.

“Iris!” she screamed as she dove to the forest floor and rolled Iris over on her back.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Fiona shouted as she and Meredith arrived towering over the three girls. “Damn it, Iris,” she said and she knelt down beside her daughter. As Kat fussed over her, Iris began to stir.

              “Damn it, Mother,” she said as her eyes fluttered open. “Always shooting first, aren't you? What? Is this the third time you've nearly killed me?”

              “Oh God! You're ok,” Kat said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

              “It's the fourth, actually,” Fiona said with a sigh of relief. “And how many times have we talked about sneaking about and spying?”

              “I'm OK, Little One,” Iris said as she moved to stand. Kat tugged at her arm as she rose. “Obviously, I haven't learned my lesson, Mother. And apparently, you haven't either,” she said holding out her bloodied palm to show Fiona.

              “No, no, you haven't, have you?” Fiona said. “Now what the hell are you all doing here? I take it this is Anna?”

“That's her,” Meredith said as she looked on over Fiona's shoulder. “Not too good at sneaking herself, it seems. I guess all those loose floor boards didn't teach her much after all.”