Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (14 page)

‘All right, I suppose. Good, actually. I won’t
be a locksmith much longer.’

‘Really?’ She pictures him in full uniform, and
her voice becomes a little huskier. ‘That’s wonderful.’

‘Yeah.’ He pauses for a heartbeat before asking,
‘When can I see you again, Carmen?’

She has no idea when Jay is planning to show up
again. ‘I’m not sure, Will.’

‘Look, if there’s someone else, just tell me and
I’ll stop calling, okay?’

She says quietly, reluctantly, ‘I already told
you, Will.’

‘Then why did you suck my dick last night?’

Now her silence is the one they fall into for a
long, breathless moment.

‘Good bye, Carmen.’

His tone jars her like hitting bottom. ‘No,
Will, wait…’

‘Wait for what, exactly?’

This time her silence comes off as open and
promising.

‘I’m not going to put up with this much longer,’
he warns.

‘I know. Can you call me at work?’

‘What’s the number there?’

She gives it to him.

‘Fine, I’ll call you.’

He hangs up with a click that feels like a gun
being cocked directly against her heart.

Sage gazes at her from the couch with a sphinx’s
profound indifference.

Carmen sits there for a while unable to get
Will’s deep, serious voice out of her head. She might as well be
trying to fight gravity. Up until that moment she had been thinking
of him as ‘just a cop’, and it hits her now how unfair that is. She
is beginning to sense a depth to his firmness she had assumed
wasn’t there because she was treating him like a stereotype, like a
handsome and violent, and probably not that very well educated or
intelligent, cop. Yet when Jay was beating her, and she was
drowning in waves of pain, she was holding on to the thought of
Will like a lifesaver – her lifesaver. She has been taking him for
granted, as if he’ll always be there to bail her out of trouble.
But he won’t be, not if she keeps treating him like this.

She gets up and quickly clears the table wishing
she could do the same with her feelings, which are totally obsessed
with Jay. When she lets her reason compare them, however, it tells
her that she should want Will, that he is a better person, and that
he won’t hurt her in the end like Jay probably will.

The phone rings again as she is rinsing out her
wineglass.

She quickly dries her hands and hurries back out
into the living room to answer it.

‘What are you doing?’ It is Jay’s cool, even
tone.

‘I just finished washing the dishes.’

‘I want you to put on some black bikini panties
and a pair of high heels, nothing else.’

‘But…’ She really is tired.

‘I’ll be there in one minute.’

‘One minute?’

‘Be ready.’

She barely has time to brush out her hair, put
on some eyeliner, strip off her housedress, change her panties, and
slip on some black high-heels before she hears him knock on the
door.

Sage is already sitting in front of it, and
waiting impatiently for her to open it.

Jay steps inside carrying a small black leather
bag. He is wearing a black T-shirt tucked into tight black jeans,
and his sudden, forceful presence in her small living room has the
effect of a shadow falling over her mind that mysteriously eclipses
her will. She is barely aware of closing the door behind him before
he grips one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and
leads her towards the bedroom. She has no choice but to follow him
obediently, closing that door behind him as well.

‘Stand right here,’ he says, ‘and put your hands
behind your back.’

His tone tells her that she had better do it
right, the way he taught her to. She is facing away from him, but
she hears him unzip his bag.

‘Hold still,’ he commands, and ties her arms
behind her.

His skill – how swiftly he does it, and the fact
that the ropes don’t bother her even though she can’t move her arms
at all when he is finished – impresses her.

He falls to one knee beside her and stretches a
white rope taut between her ankles, so she can’t spread her legs
any farther.

The fact that she is completely helpless now
excites her so much Will slips out of her mind as her body starts
secreting the warm juices on which her ability to think straight
slips dangerously.

Jay pulls something else out of his bag. ‘Have
you ever worn these before, Carmen?’

‘No.’ And she doesn’t want to now.

He rubs one of her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger until it is long and firm. ‘You have great nipples,
Carmen, they’re just begging for attention, and these will give it
to them.’

The clamps don’t bother her as he puts them on,
not until he lets them close and they cling viciously to her
nipples.

She gasps in pain, and looks down at the small
black rubber jaws joined by a silver chain that hangs loosely
between them. She is sure she won’t be able to stand them for very
long, yet how good her breasts look, and how intensely aware of
them she is now, mysteriously takes the edge off the discomfort, so
that she bites her lip instead of begging him to take them off.

‘You took those better than I thought you
would,’ he remarks. ‘You feel them between your legs, don’t you,
baby?’

‘Yes,’ she admits reluctantly, because they
really do hurt.

He bends over to pull something else out of his
bag. ‘Have you ever felt one of these?’

‘No.’

He smiles briefly. ‘It’s a riding crop.’ He
grabs her arm and pulls her over to the bed. She has to take
mincing steps in order not to fall. ‘Keep your legs straight, bend
over, and bury your face in the mattress. We don’t want your
neighbors calling the police.’

She isn’t ready for more pain; it’s too soon,
yet she has no choice but to obey him.

She expects to feel the black leather crop on
her bottom, or across the back of her thighs, so when it hits her
directly between the legs she literally bites the comforter as her
breath catches in shock and she swallows a scream of agony.

The firm black leather tongue brutally licks her
sensitive vulva again, and its third tormenting kiss blows her mind
like no orgasm ever has. ‘Stop!’ she screams. ‘Oh, God, stop!’ She
braces herself for another blow, which blessedly doesn’t come.

He pulls on her hair, forcing her to stand up
straight again. ‘Kneel,’ he commands.

She quickly obeys him as he seats himself on the
bed in front of her.

‘Obviously,’ he unzips his jeans with one hand
while grabbing her hair again with the other, ‘you want me to gag
you.’ He isn’t wearing underpants, so it is easy for him to pull
her head down into his lap and thrust his erection up into her
mouth. ‘You have great lips, Carmen, and I’m going to teach you how
to use them. You can’t use your hands this time. Take my whole dick
into your mouth, pressing down on it with your lips… that’s it,
just like that. And I’d better not feel your teeth, not unless I
tell you I want to. Mm…’

She feels him throw his head back, and loves
that she can make him breathless, that just her lips and her tongue
can please him so much.

‘Now just suck on the head… a little lower…’ He
leans back on his arms. ‘Right there…’

She can’t understand why kneeling on the floor
with her arms and ankles bound, a metal chain dangling from her
aching nipples and a man’s stiff penis in her mouth, excites her so
much, but it definitely does. She can almost feel the warmth
radiating from her wet cunt it turns her on so much.

‘Now move your lips down slowly… oh yeah, I’ll
make a good little cock sucker out of you yet.’

She takes his erection as far into her mouth as
she can, pushing her tongue hard up against it. She is getting
better at controlling her gag reflex. In fact, her throat
deliberately seeks the caress of his helmet. She is getting
addicted to the excruciating sensation.

It seems all too soon when he lifts her head off
him and helps her stand up again. ‘Lie on the bed, on your
back.’

She collapses awkwardly onto her bound arms.

Kneeling on the mattress beside her, he easily
drags her slender body all the way up onto it. ‘Keep your legs
spread. You’re never to cross your legs in my presence unless I
tell you to, do you understand?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘You’re happy I came over tonight, aren’t you,
Carmen?’

‘Oh yes, sir.’ She gazes worshipfully up at his
hard, beautiful face.

‘Yes, you are glad,’ he thrusts two fingers hard
into her cunt and holds them there, his thumb resting lightly on
her clitoris, ‘but you won’t really be happy until I fill all your
holes, baby. You know I’m right, so don’t pretend. You won’t be
satisfied until you have three dicks inside you, Carmen, one in
your mouth, one in your ass, and one in this hot little snatch.’ He
looks her straight in the eye when he says this, and she can’t look
away as his stare seems to penetrate straight through to her soul
again.

‘You see,’ he rewards her with a smile that
affects her like a caress, ‘you’re ready to come all over my hand
just thinking about it. But you can’t come, not until I tell you
to. From now on you’ll need my permission to come. When you’re
further along in your training you won’t even want to come until I
tell you to, and you’ll be able to come on command, just from
listening to my voice, and you’ll come like you never have before,
Carmen, like you can’t even imagine coming.’

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in
order not to climax around his fingers, and his firm
statements.

He asks quietly, ‘Do you like being held on the
edge like this, Carmen?’

She whimpers and shakes her head, begging him to
let her body ride the wave of pleasure his willpower alone succeeds
in damning.

‘Don’t come, baby,’ he warns gently, ‘I’ll have
to punish you severely if you come before I tell you to.’

No man has ever handled her clitoris with such
knowledgeable precision, and as casually as he would any other part
of her body.

‘Are you ready to come, baby?’

‘
Oh,
yes.’

He withdraws his fingers abruptly, and slaps her
throbbing cunt with his open palm. ‘Yes?’ he asks coldly.

‘
Yes,
sir.’

He slaps her vulva three more times, hard and
fast, and her back arches as she cries out and flings her head from
side to side as if to deny the inconceivable fact that she loves
it.

‘That made you break out in a nice sweat,’ he
observes.

She looks up at him again breathlessly, the look
in her eyes as confused and devoted as a wild animal’s.

‘Did you like having your pussy slapped,
Carmen?’ He returns her intense gaze with a perfectly cool,
controlled stare.

It hurt so much she can’t possibly have liked
it, yet she isn’t gagged, and she doesn’t hear herself denying
it.

He rewards her with another brief smile. ‘I’m
being very easy on you, Carmen. I realize you’re a B&D virgin,
so I’m taking it slow. You’ve only received the barest glance of my
attention. Right now, I’m just testing your limits and getting to
know your body.’ He caresses one of her breasts, cupping it and
squeezing it gently, then runs his hand along her curving body down
to one of her smooth thighs. ‘You’re beautiful; very well
made.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ she whispers.

‘Would you like me to fuck you now?’

She does her best not to sound too eager. ‘Yes,
sir.’

‘Well, I’m not going to. I want you on a slow
burn. You’re going to be hot for me every minute of every day, and
all night, every night. I’m leaving now, and you’re not going to
come. I’ll know if you came when I see you again – I’ll be able to
tell.’ His cool gray stare feels like a sword thrust between her
heartbeats, interfering with her breathing. ‘I’m going to make you
crazy, Carmen,’ he promises softly. ‘You’re not going to be able to
think about anything else.’

She thinks of Will, and of all the betraying
marks on her body, and closes her eyes as she sighs, ‘Yes,
sir…’

*

In her dream her body was young and firm as the
first summer fruits, so it seemed only natural to be on the ground
on her back, winded from the fall, and gasping in pain beneath the
big hard worm burrowing relentlessly into the tight space between
her thighs. She had hated it and she had loved it, and then the
ships had come. She was to blame of course; it was the punishment
for her sin. The fire in her blood was responsible for the ones
that burned all night long, and when the human wolves poured into
the house and tore her out of her mother’s arms, she had known she
deserved it. But God should not have punished everyone else, and
she felt so guilty about this that she was glad only strangers
huddled around her on the boat slicing across the silver water of
dawn as it moved swiftly away from the smoking shore. Very soon
there had been nothing left but the sword’s edge of the horizon,
which cut straight through her heart with the knowledge that she
would never see her family again. Her stomach had been as empty,
and her hope as dead, as the darkest day of winter when she looked
again towards the tall blonde man standing at the head of the ship.
As she watched, he shot a flaming arrow into the mist that
mysteriously slipped between her heartbeats and killed who she had
been, awakening her to another self that suddenly didn’t feel sad
anymore, just intensely hungry, and alive.

Chapter Six

Carmen hits the snooze button and sinks back
into sleep with both arms wrapped around her feather pillow,
determined to hold on to it.

She continues to fight the clock for another
eighteen minutes until, if she resists just one more minute, she
will definitely be late for work.

She heaves herself up out of the bed where she
slept alone.