Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale (90 page)

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I felt my temper rising, but I also felt the tingle of excitement from the challenge she issued. Spinning her around, I pushed her up against the wall, using the weight of my body to keep her in place. Calida struggled against me, but she couldn’t gain the leverage she needed to get free.

“There are quite a few things that I consider my best,” I said, leaning close to her ear. “Which one exactly do you want me to do?” I asked, starting to slowly unzip her dress.

All it took was a small tug and the entire thing fell into a heap around her feet.

“You
’re nothing more than a bully!” she cried. “And I hate you for it!”

I stepped back
, spinning her so she faced me again. A slow smile spread across my face when I looked at her. Calida tried to look angry, but I saw not only her fear, but also her arousal.

“No,
Cara Mia,” I whispered, rubbing my body against hers. “You hate yourself because you love me for it. You’re right, we are a matching set, but you already knew that,” I said, catching her earlobe between my teeth. “You fight with me with because you don’t want to admit that deep down you love me just as much as you did before, if not more. When I touch you, when we kiss...it still sets your heart aflutter.”

Calida turned her head when I tried to kiss her, and I could only laugh at her attempts of defiance. She shoved me hard in the chest, but I regained my balance quickly. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned her arms above her head.

“How could I love someone that hurts me like you do? I stay with you out of fear, not out of love,” she retorted, trying in vain to hang onto her anger.

She wanted to hurt me with her words, to take away the only thing she knew she could, but she couldn
’t. She fought me, made herself miserable, all to hide the truth I could still see clearly.

“Because you want me to hurt you,” I replied, pushing her panties down until they joined her dress at her feet. “You may fear me, but that
’s not really why you stay. You crave that side of me. You want me to control you, to dominate you. You beg for it.”

Calida
’s breathing got shallow, and I saw the dilation of her pupils even as she attempted to not be affected by what I was saying.

“You
’re delusional. You see things how you want to see them, not how they really are,” she countered, but the waiver in her voice betrayed her. “You don’t know what I want because you never bother to ask.”

“I see things perfectly clear,” I replied, sliding my hand between her
legs. Calida involuntarily shuddered from the contact. “Your body tells me the truth, the way you react to me, the way you are always so wet for me. That’s why you fight me. You want to bring out that side of me because you love it.”

Bringing my hand up, I held my now moist fingers in front of her face to see
, but she turned her head away. I ran my fingers across her lips, smearing her arousal on them.

“Lick your lips,
Cara Mia.” She shook her head no as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. “Now!” I commanded quietly, tightening my grip on her wrists.

Calida turned back to look at me then slowly ran her tongue along her upper and lower lips.

“Good girl,” I said as I drew circles around her nipples.

I took my time watching her face, watching the need build with each little touch. Slowly, I ran my hand down her stomach, stopping just above the neatly trimmed patch of matching red hair. Calida
’s hips pushed forward when I skimmed across her clit. She let out a whimper of protest when I failed to linger there for long. Burying my face in her neck, I lightly suckled on the soft skin there while I continued to use my fingers to bring Calida closer to the edge.

“Seth
, please,” she begged finally.

“Please what?” I replied
, leaning up to look at her.

Calida turned her head
, and new tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn’t ready let go and face the truth yet. I felt her body starting to tremble for the need to reach that release, but she was going to have to ask for it. Beg for it.

Anger flashed in her eyes
, and she started to struggle against me, trying to move herself from my touch once again. I easily overpowered her. I locked my leg around hers to keep her in place. This fighting she was intent on doing was only going to make it that much harder for herself.

“Getting me aroused means nothing!” she said, trying to regain that anger from earlier. “It
’s just another tactic in your bag of tricks.”

“Oh, you are so very wrong. Getting you aroused means everything,” I replied as I nibbled on her earlobe. “You want
to pretend I force this on you; you want to pretend that my touch repulses you. But I’m willing to bet that the moment you provoked me your panties got wet with anticipation of what was to come. Of what
you
wanted to come.”

  She groaned aloud as my tongue rolled down her neck towards her chest. I could hear
her breath catch in her throat. She was doing her best not to enjoy it, but the beating of her pulse beneath my hands told a different story.

“Seth
, stop!” she growled, sounding weaker every time my name rolled off her lips.

She didn
’t want me to stop, although she may have tricked herself into believing that. Instead of acknowledging her cry, I listened to her body and felt the way it desired me. My teeth closed around her nipple, and I pressed her harder into the wall and felt her leg dance tentatively against my hip. Slowly, it ran along my thigh until I could smell the heady scent between hers and I smiled to myself.

“Seth,” she panted
. “Please I need…I can’t…please…”

“Please what,
Cara Mia?”

She didn
’t reply right away. Instead she pushed herself onto my hand, arched her back, and thrust her breast deeper against my tongue, and I obliged by licking leisurely around the taut flesh of her aroused peak. Calida moaned again, and I changed the speed of my ministrations, encouraging her downfall and deliberating drawing out her pleasure.

“Please let me come,” she begged with tears welling up in her eyes.

“No,” I replied and went back to teasing her nipple. Again she thrust against me, only causing a more languid draw from my tongue.

“Seth, I
’m begging you. That’s what you want me to do, beg. I’m begging! Please.”

“I do like to hear you beg, but I want more. Tell me what you really want.”

She looked at me, her teary eyes pleading with me not to make her go there. I let my fingers skim across her throbbing nub, and she let out another little whimper. Calida dropped her head, turning away from me. I heard her take a shaky inhale before she looked back at me.

“Please,” she said softly, defeat shining brightly in her eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked, kissing away the tears.

“For you to fuck me,” Calida replied so softly I almost didn
’t hear her.

“You want more than that,” I taunted, slipping one finger inside her. “Tell me what else you want. What else you need,” I encouraged
, adding a second then third finger.

Calida dropped her head back
, rocking her hips against my hand, her mouth caught open in a sigh of pleasure, but her tongue stilled by the feel of my fingers working her towards climax.

“I…I need you…”

“Say it, Calida!”

“Control…I need your control,” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her.

  I released her arms and she wrapped them around my neck. Her head dropped onto my shoulder as she continued to shamelessly rock against me while she rode out the final waves of her climax. Picking her up, I quickly carried Calida the short distance to the bed. 

I pushed down my
underwear and slammed into her full force, making her cry out. Her warm, slick walls tightened around me, and I pulled out and pushed back in quickly. Calida wrapped her legs around my waist, and I fell forward claiming her lips. I could taste the residue I’d placed there earlier, and it only served to drive my desire more. I moved in and out of the slick folds of her body with Calida rocking her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails dug into my back as I felt the tightening of her walls then the quiver of her building orgasm.

“Seth! Yes
, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” she screamed, arching her back when her climax hit her hard.

Pulling out, I flipped her over and slammed back into before she had a chance to even come down from her high. Calida pushed back encouraging me to go deeper. She let out a mewing sound and fisted the comforter in her hands. I looked down
, enjoying the view of her writhing beneath me. This is what I wanted; this was what I needed, for her to finally let go and to stop fighting against what she really wanted. To stop fighting against me. I dug my fingers into her hips when I felt my dick swell within her even more.

“Mine!” I growled as my release poured out of me into her welcoming body.

Calida’s body clenched as she was hit with another orgasm, milking me, accepting my seed.  Only after I felt myself start to grow soft did I withdraw from her. Our breathing was heavy when I pulled Calida into my arms.

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I buried my face in Seth’s chest as he held me tightly in his arms. As the fog started to clear, I wanted to push away to go hide in some dark corner with my shame, but I couldn’t. Instead, I lay in his arms while his fingers softly stroked my back. He didn’t speak, and I was thankful he didn’t force me to speak. Eventually his hold began to loosen, and his breathing became rhythmic allowing me to slowly ease free of him. I tiptoed towards the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a steaming hot shower, but I knew the water would wake him. I felt along the walls until I found the terry cloth robe that was hanging there. I slipped it on then exited the room; I needed to think.

Padding down the darkened hallways of the old Victorian home, I headed into the dining room. After retrieving a bottle of vodka and a glass from the bar, I walked down the hall towards the conservatory. The room, like the rest of the house, was quiet
, and the moonlight streaming in through all of the windows cast an eerie wall of shadows. I sat down on the small wicker loveseat and poured myself a glass of the vodka. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I needed something to numb me. I took a sip of warm, bitter liquid, wincing as it burned going down my throat.

My rings clinked against the glass as I set it down, and I just dropped my head into my hands and cried. He won. He
’d won both the battle and the war. Seth was able to see right through me and shine a blinding light on my dark and shameful weakness.

What was wrong with me? How could I want him to do those things to me? How could he make me feel that way even knowing who he really is? And how could I still love him for it? I was no better than him, and I was starting to think I really was his other half.

The Yin to his Yang, only we weren’t equal, there was no balance. There was only Seth consuming and twisting everything that made me, me or at least what I thought made me, me. Now I was questioning everything I thought I believed about myself. Had I been lying to myself, telling myself I went along with everything for the greater good of others, to keep people safe? After admitting to Seth I was turned on by the things he did to me, I was starting to think maybe that was the real reason I said nothing. 

Using the corner of my sleeve, I wiped away
the tears. Maybe Seth was right; maybe I was making things harder on myself by trying to fight the truth. I thought my body was the traitor, but I guess it was right all along. That realization only made me cry harder. I was no better than Seth; in fact, I felt like I was worse to condone his behavior like I did. I didn’t want to be this person. I didn’t want to be his property, but what choice did I have?

I did
n’t know how long I sat there staring off into the darkness, but once the sun started to peak over the horizon, I uncurled myself from the couch. I walked into the kitchen, dumping the remaining vodka from my glass into the sink then headed back upstairs. I stopped when I saw Seth sitting up in the bed; I’d hoped he would still be asleep when I returned.

“Where have you been?”

“Downstairs.”

“Doing what?”

“Sitting. Thinking.”

“About what?”

“Us and what you said.”

“And did you come to any conclusions?”

“Yes.”

“Which were?”

I stood there nervously playing with the sash of my robe while I debated on how to answer him. Do I tell him the truth? Do I tell him that yes I loved him, but the cost of that love was higher than I could have imagined, higher than I wanted to pay? Do I tell him that being with him caused me a mental and emotional pain that he couldn’t or wouldn’t comprehend? I looked at him, and I knew I’d never tell him any of those things. I had to tell him what he wanted to hear. I had to be who he wanted me to be. I had to stop fighting him until I found a better way.