SNATCH: A Dark Erotica (15 page)

“Well, it makes perfect sense, psychologically speaking. Considering your past, it’s not abnormal, and in fact, it’s quite healthy,” Ryan said rather clinically.

Meghan sat back in her seat and sighed. Her mouth curled into a smile. She chuckled at the fact that she felt no guilt regarding her thoughts, and decided to reveal her slight pleasure.

“My uncle. They found him dead. Suicide. I hate to say it, but I have never felt better. I have no idea how I
should
feel, but I felt immediate relief. Like this huge weight I had carried my entire life was lifted from my chest.” Meghan sighed, relieved for having spoken how she felt to
someone.

Ryan attempted to look surprised. He wondered after killing her uncle how she would digest it. In time, if the bodies of the other women were found in the pond, her uncle would be believed to be guilty for the murders of Shellie and Elena. Meghan, however, would then know that Ryan was, at minimum, a participant in setting her uncle up on that portion of the crime. Momentarily, he considered the option of attempting to remove the bodies from the pond, and dismissed it as not being possible.

Ryan locked the fingers of his hands together and raised his folded hands to his face. “I am truly sorry for your loss, Meghan. Well, to as much of a degree is possible. The relief you feel is normal. It’s closure. The feelings that you feel, from a professional standpoint, is quite healthy. You’re beginning to heal subconsciously. You see him as being punished for the act, and you feel satisfied.”

“Well.” Meghan rotated her head from side to side and looked around her. “I kind of feel a guilty pleasure about it. I smiled when I heard.”

Ryan began to think of his father and the hatred he felt regarding what he had done to him as a child. Ryan was aware of all of his own shortcomings as an adult, and attributed all of his faults and idiosyncrasies to his father. Right or wrong, Ryan blamed his father for each and every concern he had with himself as an adult. As he sat and thought, he began to become uncomfortable. He rotated his right hand, looked at his index finger, and his hatred mounted.

Ryan leaned forward and picked his coffee cup from the table. “I often think of my father, and what relief I would feel if he died. Most victims of child abuse feel a tremendous relief when their abuser dies. Confrontation and death are the two largest means of the victim feeling closure. I try desperately not to hate, Meghan, but I will confide in you. I hate that man for what he did.”

Meghan thought of the lifetime she had spent feeling uneasy about her uncle. Her guilt, shame, concerns with exposure, and her desire for him to be punished. She considered how she felt now, and wished that Ryan could feel the same relief. For a fleeting moment, she considered what may change in Ryan if his father was dead. She expected Ryan would feel the same relief as she did.

Meghan glanced up at the clock, startled at the amount of time that had passed.

“This is so strange. We’ve been sitting here for an hour and a half talking like we’re old friends. Again, call me weird, but I like it,” She said. “I’m going to have to go, I need to be at the school in just a little bit.”

Ryan stood. “So…”

Meghan did not feel threatened by Ryan in the least; and in fact, felt an odd comfort around him. Excited about the thought of Ryan becoming interested in her, their sexual interests being similar, and potentially having some sort of a sexual relationship with Ryan, Meghan interrupted Ryan as he spoke.

“Well, I’m thinking. I want to pick up Amanda, take her to my mother’s for the afternoon, and see you. What do you think about that? Is that possible?” Meghan asked excitedly as she stood from her chair.

“Certainly,” Ryan said with a smile.

Let me give you my phone number,” he said. “And I’ll clean up this mess.”

And as he gave Meghan his phone number, he began to consider if he could truly clean up the potential mess that could be made of the bodies that were at the bottom of her uncle’s pond. As he watched Meghan walk to the door he wondered if it even mattered. Although Meghan’s admittance of wanting him sexually hadn’t aroused him, as Meghan walked away, his plan for her caused him to become uncomfortably hard.

And he smiled.

CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR

UNLEASHING THE BEAST.

TWENTY- FOUR.
Nervously, Ryan pulled his car into the driveway and turned off the engine. He leaned over and removed the single rose from the cup of water that he obtained from the coffee shop. As he reached for the door handle, he drew a slow breath through his nose. He then opened the door, stepped from the car, looked up the sidewalk toward the porch, and exhaled.

He walked to the porch. With each step came wonder of the unknown. His apprehension had grown with each passing minute as the afternoon progressed. Part of him wanted for what may develop between him and Meghan to flourish.

By and large, however, he knew that it never could or would.

As he stepped in front of the front door, he leaned forward and pressed the doorbell button. As he waited, he inhaled a slow breath through his nose.

She opened the door.

Dressed in a light blue sun dress and flat sandals, Meghan stood in the doorway. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked considerably different than she had at the coffee shop. Ryan shifted his gaze from her face to her feet and back up to make eye contact with her as he held the rose at arm’s length.

“I chose it for the symmetry and color,” Ryan said.

Meghan smiled and accepted the rose. She then stepped aside, making room for Ryan to enter. “It’s beautiful, thank you,”

Ryan nodded and smiled.

“My daughter’s at my mother’s for the week. Just so you know,” Meghan offered as Ryan stepped into the house

As Ryan entered the hallway, Meghan began to walk toward the living room. Naturally, Ryan followed, observing the contents of the home as he did, admiring the simplicity of the Meghan’s choice of decoration. As Meghan stepped in front of the couch, turned and sat down, Ryan stood and stared – uncertain of where he should sit.

Meghan leaned into the cushion of the couch and smelled the rose. “Sit in the chair if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

Attempting to act comfortable, but feeling quite awkward, Ryan lowered himself into the chair at the corner of the living room and faced the couch. “So, it’s three o’ clock now. It will be dinner time soon. Would you like to eat together this evening?”

She nodded. “Maybe. I mean if you really want to. Or I can make something here if we get hungry.”

Meghan stood from her seat. As she stood, Ryan pressed his hands into the arms of the chair and began to stand.

“No, stay comfortable. I’m just going to take this to the kitchen and put in in a vase of water. I’ll be right back. Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No thank you.”

As Meghan turned and stepped from the room, Ryan admired her physical features and the fit of her dress. As she walked away from him, he watched the shape of her butt rise and fall through the rear of her dress with each step. The anticipation of something developing sexually between them began to arouse him as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Sitting in the chair waiting, Ryan began to recall what he had seen on-line regarding BDSM sexual scenes. Although he had not physically been with a woman, he had experience at watching the sexual acts between men and women, his focus being BDSM, bondage, and forceful sexual acts. As his mind began to think of Meghan and his involvement with her, he became more aroused and less aware of his surroundings.

“I brought you a bottle of water,” she said.

Startled, Ryan sat up in his chair and began to cross his legs. As he attempted to cross his left leg over his right, he realized he had reached full erection. Immediately, he uncrossed his legs and pressed his knees together. The boxer shorts and slacks he wore provided little if any support for hiding the fact that he was excited, erect, and emotionally ready.

Nervously, he looked up at Meghan.

“I uhmm. Well. Uhmm. Thank you,” he stammered.

She placed the bottle of water on the table beside Ryan’s chair. “Are you alright?”

Meghan, feeling sorrow for what she believed to be Ryan’s uneasy and somewhat nervous nature, noticed his erection as she turned to face him. She considered sitting on the couch, and instead, knelt on the floor beside the front of the chair.

Meghan twisted the lid from her bottle of water. “So, what do you think could develop between us?”

Nervous, Ryan sat forward in his chair, felt immediate discomfort from his erection, and relaxed back into the rear of the seat. As he slumped into the seat, he glanced at his crotch, which now pointed straight up.

“I suppose.” He turned to remove his bottle of water from the table. “That anything is possible. If what you said at the coffee shop was accurate.”

She glanced at his crotch, shifted her eyes to meet his, and cocked an eyebrow. “Quite. Actually, I don’t think I can emphasize it enough. I’m attracted to you. In some weird, sick probably borderline insane way, I feel I can be in a relationship with you without much effort at all.”

“Why do you say in an insane, sick way? What do you mean?” he asked.

She wanted to unzip his slacks, pull out his cock, and force it down her throat until her eyes watered. She wanted to feel the pain from him attempting to make her choke on it. She wanted covered in his semen, covered in welts, and possibly even covered in his urine. She wanted to be slapped, beaten, and humiliated.

She feared, however, being completely honest in her desires. Instead of speaking her mind’s thoughts, she spoke in generalities.

“Well, you kidnapped me, threatened me with murder, involved me in some weird-ass conspiracy, and had me kill someone to prove to you I wasn’t going to go to the law about all of it,” she said. “And, after all of that, I want to be with you. You’re the Psychiatrist, tell me if that’s normal.”

She smiled and pressed the bottle between her legs, purposely raising the bottom of her dress up her thighs.

His eyes fell to Meghan’s thighs. “
Psychologist
, and no. I suppose it’s not. How we feel is how we feel. Changing it is often impossible. Figuring it out, at times, is almost as difficult.”

“So, you’ve never been with a woman? No sex, no head, no making out?” she asked.

He shook his head as she spoke.

“Anything?” Kissing?” she asked.

Somewhat embarrassed, Ryan shook his head and tipped the bottle to his mouth. As he drank from the bottle, Meghan leaned forward. The neck of her dress opened as she did, revealing the top of her bra. He swallowed hard and stared. As he attempted to shift his gaze and cross his legs, he realized his erection had become rather uncomfortable.

Meghan, sitting on the floor at the corner of the chair, shifted her weight to the other side of her butt and pulled her feet to meet her upper thighs. As she did, she purposely pulled her dress a little higher on her thigh, revealing more of her tanned legs for Ryan to view.

“Can I speak freely?” Meghan asked as she shifted her weight and leaned her upper body toward the chair.

Ryan, still nervously holding the water bottle close to his mouth and staring, nodded.

Meghan scooted across the floor, inching her way closer to the chair. “I want to suck your cock. I want to do that for you. I think it will loosen you up. Let me suck your cock.”

“I uhhm. I hadn’t really planned on us starting anything quite this early. We, uhhm. We barely know each other,” Ryan stammered.

Meghan chuckled. “You kidnapped me, held me captive, and made me murder a woman in cold blood. Let me suck your cock, we’ll call it even.”

Ryan felt both uneasy and relieved that Meghan was comfortable laughing about the events that led to this. Her ability to joke about the murder could simply be her denial that the event happened; or she could, in his professional opinion, be consciously repressing the memory. As he struggled with thoughts of Meghan’s placement of the memories, Meghan reached into his lap and toward his belt.

Ryan shifted in his seat as Meghan reached for his belt. “I, uhhm.”

Meghan grinned. “Shhhh.”

Ryan, although anxious, began to feel more comfortable as Meghan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Eagerly, he watched as her hand reached into his pants, through his boxers, and wrapped around his erection. As she pulled the tip of his cock upward, he flinched.

“Sorry, I can’t get it out of here. It’s as hard as a rock.”

He gasped. “Your hands. They’re cold.”

Her eyes widened as her fingers wrapped around Ryan’s stiff shaft. “Oh God. You have a gorgeous cock.”

With her eyes fixed on Ryan’s erection, Meghan raised her butt from the floor and knelt at the edge of the chair on her knees. She watched intently as his eyes followed her every movement. She reached with her left hand and grabbed her ponytail, flipping it over her left shoulder.

“Grab my hair.”

Without speaking, Ryan reached for her ponytail, and held it tightly in his right hand – gripping it at the base of her skull. As he watched Meghan extend her tongue and lick the tip of his cock, he shivered.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

As Ryan watched, he immediately began to feel more comfortable with Meghan, her desires, and his own. Attempting to recall everything he had witnessed in internet streaming videos, his mind began to become jumbled with practices, positions, and what to possibly say. As he drew a slow breath, he sat up in the chair and rolled his shoulders.

Meghan’s gaze shifted to Ryan’s eyes as she sat forward and began to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. As her mouth encompassed the head fully, she closed her eyes and slid her lips half way down the shaft.

As Ryan’s thickness filled her mouth, her mind began to wander to thoughts of him fucking her pussy, pounding her hard from behind. It had been years since she had had sex with anyone, and she was now well beyond being aroused. As her mouth slid up the shaft, she opened her eyes and glanced up at Ryan’s face. As she shifted her knees, she felt her juices dripping onto her thighs. Her thoughts migrated to Ryan fucking her as she closed her eyes softly and began to slide her mouth down the thick shaft of Ryan’s cock.

As Meghan’s mouth worked its way up and down, she felt him began to rise from the seat. She opened her eyes, only to find him shifting his weight in the seat and bracing himself to stand. As his legs straightened, she extended her legs simultaneously.

“Open your mouth.” He gripped her ponytail in one hand and her jaw in the other.

She stared back at him.

“Wide, Meghan. Open it wide,” he demanded.

His pants fell to his ankles. He released her jaw and pressed his palm against the waistband of his boxers, pressing them along his thighs. Meghan looked up into Ryan’s eyes, confused.

“Open your fucking mouth, Meghan,” he demanded.

He gripped her jaw firmly in his hand. As she shifted her eyes to meet his, her lips pursed lightly. She wondered if what she felt she wanted and what she truly wanted were the same.

“Your mouth Meghan, open it. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled.

As Meghan opened her mouth, Ryan forced his cock past her lips, causing her to gag as the tip pressed against her throat. As her eyes began to water, she instinctively raised her hands to her cheeks.

He released her jaw and slapped her hands away. “Keep your hands at your sides. Don’t raise them again.”

Meghan blinked her eyes and attempted to open her mouth further, allowing Ryan to force himself deeper into her throat. Ultimately, she wanted to please him.

Ryan’s fingers reached for her upper neck. As he began to force himself in and out of her mouth, he gripped her neck tight in his hand. After a short time of forcing himself into her throat, he felt a pop, and his entire length slid into her throat.

He felt himself through the skin of her neck.

Meghan watched as his hips thrust close to her face. He grinned as he buried himself deep in her throat. As she fought to breathe, she began to question if this was in fact his first sexual encounter. He seemed, she thought, far too as ease with everything. Hoping to satisfy him, she closed her eyes and pressed her tongue against the shaft of his thick cock, making the passage into her throat easier to access.

More than anything, Meghan wanted to please Ryan’s sexual desires.

He continued to moan, savagely fucking her throat. Saliva poured from her mouth and along her jaw, dripping down her neck. Her mascara ran from her eyes and along her cheeks, making the entire even seem slightly more morbid.

Ryan pressed his fingers into the back of Meghan’s neck and his thumbs against her lower jaw. As he continued to force his entire length in and out of her mouth, she coughed and gagged.

His thumbs pushed harder against her jaw, forcing her head to tilt back. Aggressively, he forced himself into her throat. As she choked and coughed, he pressed further, until his scrotum was against her lower lip.

“You like that cock down your throat, you trashy little slut?” he asked.

Her mouth full of cock and her neck strained from Ryan’s grasp, Meghan attempted to nod her head. As she realized she wasn’t capable of overcoming the strength of Ryan’s forearms, she blinked her eyes and mumbled against his thick shaft.

“Mmmm….mmmm,” Megan sputtered as her saliva ran along her neck.