Sin and Desire (2 page)

The call done with, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her back slouched, her hair a tangled mess. She didn’t feel at all like the sex goddess she would have liked to think herself when with Cole. She wasn’t too tall, 5’4” at most, and in her current state, there was little that she could do except to notice all her imperfections and insecurities. What had that been last night? Had she deserved that? Had she … enjoyed that? She opted for a hot bath to nurture her skin, her aching muscles, all fatigue accumulated. As she lowered herself into the tub, the water inside scalding, she knew it was him of whom she would be cleansed. She scrubbed herself hard until her skin was dark pink and hurt. The pain reminded her of Cole and suddenly, she didn’t feel corrupted anymore. She couldn’t wait to see him.

It wasn’t once a week and neither was it twice that they would spend time together. It seemed not a day could pass for them not to see each other at least briefly. She found out so much more about him, and everything that she got to know seemed to be positive, every fact just another advantage. They were piling up at an unbelievable pace. She wasn’t one to jump to conclusions and, even though few knew more than her about medieval romances, love, and destiny, neither was she going to commit all her thoughts and dreams to one person after a month.

Cole was head of a large investment bank. His days were spent in a rush that seemed implausible to Anna: an insane frenzy of calls, meetings, emails to be sent and read and replied to. When they were together, he would pledge to be hers and no one else’s—his iPhone would end up deep inside his briefcase turned off or on silent. However, sometimes she asked him to carry on working in her presence. This way they could spend more time together and actually, she learned to find a certain pleasure in watching him handle contractors, his brow always slightly furrowed. She never found out why he had approached her in the bookstore in the first place. It all seemed too magical to be explained. She didn’t want to destroy the workings of destiny when her life had been transformed into a fairy tale.

It amazed Anna when the plane’s door opened and a strong breeze hit her face. Europe, she had never been there and even the smell seemed entirely different to what she was used to. Cole hugged her from behind and then pushed her gently so that she’d actually step down on the tarmac. They had agreed to visit his ski cabin in Switzerland and there they were, ready for an adventure. Anna didn’t use to accept her dates paying for everything she used, but with Cole it was different—a flight to Europe was to him what a cup of coffee had been to her ex-boyfriends from college. Cole was spoiling her and she quickly stopped looking at prices when everything was just a touch of his platinum credit card away.

The walk to the cabin was breathtaking. No matter in which direction she looked, there were picturesque mountains, tall, jagged spikes reaching high into the sky and getting lost in the dark, dense clouds. They had landed in the evening and the night was already falling. Brilliant flecks of light were strewn across the bases of the mountains, traces of human presence in an area that seemed more and more wild the farther they got away from the tiny private airport. Anna was freezing by the time they got to the door. Cole unlocked it and let her in. The lights switched on automatically as she set the first step in the spacious main room. If she hadn’t spent the last month surrounded by luxurious extravagances, she would be dazzled; but she had, so she just smiled at the interior, ample but noticeably cozy, decorated with a lot of grace and an appreciable attention to details.

When Anna turned her head and looked at Cole, she knew something was up. There was something in his hungry eyes.

Their boots and jackets taken off, Cole led Anna to a passageway ending with a nondescript door. Behind, there were stairs, a staircase leading down through the dark. Cole smiled as he sensed Anna shudder at the mere sight. He put his hands on her waist and gently steered her down the stairwell. When they reached the basement, the lights turned on as they had upstairs, but these were dimmed, a warm shade of orange. The room seemed empty except for a huge bed in the middle, ebony, with sculpted legs.

“Take your clothes off,” Cole ordered as if it was an entirely normal thing to say to your girlfriend.

And Anna obeyed. She didn’t feel bad about it; she wanted to do as he demanded and she knew there was a reward for her in it. Cole approached one of the walls and placed his palm on it. He pushed at it and some kind of drawer jumped out. So the room was opposite of empty… Cole didn’t rush it, so by the time he turned in Anna’s direction with a set of ropes in his hands, she was already naked, trembling—not of cold but of excitement.

“Come here,” he muttered and took her into his arms. He settled her on the bed and kissed her passionately.

It took him over a minute to take his mouth away from hers. When he did, he started smooching her neck, then aiming lower and lower. He traced the shape of her nipple with his lips and gently bit on the areola around it. Anna sighed. Later, his mouth embarked on a journey down her arm. Anna felt goosebumps rising on her body as he kissed her, but the apex was when she felt him tie her wrist to the bed. Her back arched at the mere thought of what would happen next. She shuddered under every kiss as he repeated the process with all her limbs. When he was done, he placed a single wet kiss at Anna’s womanhood. She moaned, asking for more, but he stood up. She could see him sizing her up like he used to do. It was so contradictory to her: on one hand, it made her feel like an object, on the other, if it was an object that she was, it was the most precious treasure Cole had ever had. On the other hand, it almost made her beg him to fuck her.

Ropes weren’t the only thing he had brought with him, though, and there was no way for her to fight or protest when he put a gag in her mouth and then tied a silk ribbon around her eyes. There she was blind, mute, immobile, his mercy the only thing her future depended on. She should have been afraid, but she was far too aroused to think about the unhappy alternative endings. She could hear some movements, the sounds of Cole undressing. She couldn’t wait.

When he lunged at her, she knew it had been worth it. He kissed every inch of her body with ardent passion, licking, biting, sucking, every moan Anna let out seeming to make him go faster and more ferocious. The only movement Anna was capable of as he pinned her to the bed was to arch her back slightly. She could feel the hard stone of his cock between them as he maneuvered over her body. He would have grabbed it with pleasure, but there was no way for her to do anything except to accept the rough treatment that made her pour down on the sheets. As if he had read her thoughts, he seized her breast into one hand, playing with her nipple with coarse, firm movements of his fingers. 

After a few minutes of foreplay, Cole shifted his position—Anna felt it—and he positioned himself between her legs, ready to enter. She moaned as she felt him leading the tip of his phallus over her lower lips, sliding it up and down between them, caressing her clitoris. She wished to be able to let her own fingers do the job as all he did was mercilessly torture her, granting her some pleasure and then backing off… But suddenly he entered and the world fell apart about her, he ripped her open with one abrupt movement, shoving all his luscious inches inside her at once. The shock of it hurt even though she had an ocean flowing through down there. She screamed as he slid out and then entered her yet again, as his moves got faster and faster. She both heard and felt his balls slapping against her buttocks at a pace too fast to believe. He was like a machine, like a robot, fucking her in a steady, hot rhythm. Where she had yelled once or twice before, there was now a constant, uniform wail leaving her mouth, changing in tone with every push Cole directed inside her. She felt a harsh slap across her butt cheek, then another one on her breast, hitting her right across her hardened nipple. No moans, there were no more moans, just the rhythmical shoves, her howls, his grunts recurring more and more frequently, their bodies moving in a sickly fast unison… She came just as he began discharging his load inside her, a strong, sudden climax, the wave of rough pleasure seizing both of them as their moves slowed down and the last sounds of pleasure left their mouths.

In the end, that English Lit degree did bring her some good.

Prize of the Hunt

Jenna stretched her arms, then her legs for fifteen seconds apiece. She ran in place to get her heart going as she turned on her MP3 player and tuned out the rest of the world. She loved jogging in the morning; the cool air centered her. She could get out and see the park and be with nature.

“When you’re running, you don’t notice the dingy streets or the people walking by you,” the words she’d told her mother countless times rang in her ears. “You don’t care about the cold or the heat. The wind doesn’t bother you, either. All you care about is reaching that one goal, then going a little bit further. It’s like reaching your goals in life. So long as you keep trekking, you know that you will get there.”

Although Mom had been against the move, she’d chosen it because the park was only three blocks away. She couldn’t see it from the window—her apartment was on the wrong side of the building—but from here at the top of the hill, she could see the forest closing in on all sides around the lake with a bridge in the center. She took the lake trail and basked in the beauty of nature, alone with her thoughts. She turned off her MP3 player and listened to the sweet song of the birds. She unzipped her windbreaker and let the cool air touch her. It usually took her about ten minutes to make a brisk run around the lake if she really hauled ass, but she decided to go for more of a light stroll today and enjoy her surroundings.

Jenna stopped by a bench for a second and watched the ducks go around the water, fishing for little pieces of food. She reached into her pocket for the crackers she usually brought, but it was empty; she shook her head and moved on.

She made her way along the back side of the trail, where the forest was thick on the sides and one could barely see inside. As she walked along, she tapped the bark of the trees lining the trail, feeling their vitality—to her, they almost felt warm, alive. She sat down for a moment against one of the trees and faced the lake, watching the waves go in and out, and let her thoughts wander.

She was so distracted by the beauty of nature that she didn’t even see the stuffed pair of green basketball shorts making its way towards her. She looked up and saw a smiling man with short brown hair and dimples that spread across his face. Muscles rippled underneath his gray ARMY T-shirt. He sat down on the bench not far from her and took out a packet of crackers.

“Excuse me.” She smiled sheepishly. “I forgot my crackers at home. May I have one just to feed the little guys? It’s kind of a thing I do here.”

The man turned around with a cocky smile and started to look down, just as a tease, then produced a cracker and ripped it in half so she could use it. This man had it coming.

Jenna got up to get it and dropped it so she could give him a nice view of her behind. By the time her ass was in his face, he was practically drooling from the force of his attraction. She sat down right next to the bench and proceeded to throw crackers at the ducks.

She tried to sneak a glance of him without him noticing. He did.

He also had a massive hard-on.

“Well, I have to get going!” Jenna said, trying to give him an out from an awkward situation. She stood up to walk away.

He wasn’t having any of it. He chased her down for a second and stopped in front of her, not even attempting to hide the throbbing bulge in his shorts.

“What’s your name?” He had a smile that made her melt.

“My name… uh…” Her smile was half a block wide; she was entranced. “It’s Jenna,” she finally said.

She started to walk away again when a hand reached out and slapped her right in the ass she had put on display.

He is begging for it
, she thought. She turned around to slap him, but before she could, she was suddenly struck with an idea. She looked at him playfully and started jogging into the nearby tree line, just far enough away that it would be hard for a passer-by to see them.

After fifteen feet or so, Jenna took off her jogging shorts and flung them aside. She picked up a leaf from the ground and placed it directly over her crotch.

She was the prize of the hunt, waiting for her hunter. He emerged with his white teeth gleaming, a beautiful grin, and his hard cock pulled out of his shorts for the whole world to see.

He rubbed the tip, and she almost exploded with satisfaction. She could see his arm muscles pulsing with every movement of his hand along his hard cock. The veins bulged as his cock got harder.

As he approached her, they embraced. The leaf fell to the ground.

He rubbed his dick up and down her thigh, then onto her lips. She was red and swollen with pleasure. He was going to take her.

He removed his shirt to reveal muscles glistening in the light of the sun. He rubbed himself up and down while his fingers traced her nipples through her shirt.

Suddenly, he thrust himself inside of her, and their movements pulsed with the beat of nature. The forest shook with their pleasure and she cried out in ecstasy.

“Faster,” she said, and faster he thrust himself inside of her, and he barely contained his groans.

In between moans, Jenna realized they weren’t as far from the jogging trail as she thought. A pair of joggers was approaching, about twenty feet away. They were in plain view, but she didn’t want to stop.