Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (7 page)

‘Not any time soon,’ he echoes, ‘if ever. We’re
very much alike, you and I. I knew it the moment I saw you.’ He
makes the romantic declaration sound like a hard fact.

‘I felt the same way,’ she focuses on the
spiraling maze of noodles on her plate, ‘otherwise I never would
have let you…’

‘Stop feeling guilty about it.’

‘I don’t believe in guilt.’

‘You don’t believe in guilt?’

‘No, it strikes me as a very lame sort of
hypocrisy. If you do something it’s because you want to, so what’s
the use whining about it afterward?’

‘That’s deliciously inflexible of you, Carmen.
Were you actually born in Cuba?’

‘No, my mother and her family had already been
here for a few years.’

‘You’re beautiful. What the hell are you doing
working as a secretary?’

‘A degree in history doesn’t mean much in the
job market, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk like my
parents.’

‘It just seems a waste, that’s all.’

‘How did you end up as an enforcement agent for
D.E.R.M?’

‘It’s a long story. You never wanted to be a
model?’

‘I’m not tall enough,’ she answers before she
realizes he is teasing her.

‘How old did you say you were?’

‘I didn’t, but if you must know, I’m
twenty-seven.’

‘God, you’re still a baby.’ He motions for the
waitress, who promptly falls to her knees beside him.

‘We’d like the check, please.’

Jay drives her home, and walks her up to her
door.

‘Would you like to come in?’ She tries to hide
how much she wants him to. It worries her that his car keys are
still in his hand.

‘I’d like to, but I can’t. My plane leaves at
seven in the morning, and if I stay we’ll be up half the
night.’

She is speechless with disappointment, but
forces herself to say, ‘I understand.’

‘No, you don’t.’

His condescending smile infuriates her. ‘No,
you’re right, I don’t.’

He slaps her. ‘Never use that tone with me
again.’

She stares up at the deep shadows of his
features, speechless.

He asks in that dangerously quiet way of his,
‘Did you like that?’

She is too confused to admit it, yet her passive
silence is answer enough.

He slips his keys into the right pocket of his
black trousers. ‘I guess I can stay for a while.’ He takes her keys
from her, unlocks the door, and shoves her gently into the
apartment.

She reaches down to turn on a lamp.

He closes the door behind him. ‘No, leave it
dark.’ He tosses her keys onto the glass coffee table.

The nerve-shattering clatter makes her fear for
the glass. She worries it might have cracked, but there isn’t
enough light to see. When she looks at him again he is opening his
pants.

‘On your knees, baby.’

She hesitates, because she has never truly
enjoyed going down on a man before.

He slaps her again.

She sinks to her knees, because for some reason
she is more than willing to take his cock into her mouth now.

He smooths her hair away from her face with both
hands, then pulls his partially erect penis out through a
convenient opening in his black underwear.

It confuses her a little how much she loves the
fact that he doesn’t undress, that all she can see of him are his
hands and his dick as he slips it between her lips.

‘You have a small mouth, baby, so open wide. I
want you to take all of it.’

The way he talks to her, his complete command of
himself and of the situation, makes him taste different from other
men; mysteriously special. She reaches up to brace herself on his
thighs, and the slick, expensive feel of his slacks matches the
silky smoothness of his erection.

His hands rest lightly but firmly on her head as
he swells against her tongue, until she is afraid she is going to
choke as he gets bigger and harder and his helmet fills the highly
sensitive space at the back of her mouth. Then he starts easing his
hips back and forth and she closes her eyes, desperately
controlling her gag reflex. Her throat has never been caressed like
this before. She has to keep fighting the urge to try and push him
away, even as a part of her she never would have dreamed existed
enjoys the strenuous exercise. She feels proud of herself every
time his whole penis disappears into her mouth, and hopes that his
pleasure at least comes close to the level of her discomfort,
because she wants to please him – really please him.

‘Mm, that’s nice…’

She moans, intensely grateful for his praise. It
seems like a miracle that she is happily losing herself in the
arduous task of sucking a man down instead of just going through
the motions as she always has before.

‘You realize what’s going on here, don’t you,
Carmen? No, I don’t expect you to say anything, just keep sucking
my dick. That’s the only answer I need, or expect, from you right
now. What’s happening here, baby, is that you’re in training. Your
response to everything I’ve done to you so far has been very
intense, and I’m very pleased. You’re a smart girl, so I’m sure
you’ve figured out by now that I affect you in a way you’ve never
experienced before. You don’t know why; so let me tell you why.
You’re going to be my slave, Carmen. You’re going to serve me as I
will, in any way I will. You’re going to be totally willing to
submit to me no matter what I tell you to do. Mentally, you’re not
ready to face it yet, but your body’s already delivered the
verdict. You want me to be your Master, Carmen.’ He pulls out of
her mouth. ‘Get up and turn around.’

When she experiences regret at having to stop
sucking his cock, her confusion climaxes and floods her body with a
desire that makes her feel strangely weak.

He shoves her down across one of the arms of her
couch, lifts her dress and yanks her panties down to her
ankles.

The hard round cushion digs into her belly as he
gently kicks both her feet out from under her, so she can’t brace
herself on the floor and push herself up. Then she feels what he
intends to do and cries, ‘No!’

‘No?’ He slips a finger into her wet pussy and
twirls it around like a diver testing the water. ‘Did you say no?’
He almost sounds amused.

‘Oh, yes… I mean, no, please!’

‘It’s like losing your virginity, baby; it only
hurts the first time.’

‘No, don’t, don’t!’

He spanks her with a painfully hard hand.
‘Relax.’

‘I can’t!’

‘Yes, you can, because I’m telling you to.
Understand?’

‘
No,’ she moans,
then gasps, ‘yes,’ when he spanks her again. She feels him move in
tightly against her, and closes her eyes in terror as he separates
the cheeks of her backside. Then she nearly screams when he parks
his thick helmet in her tight little hole, because there is no way
she can take all of him. ‘Please, don’t,’ she whispers, ‘please,
I’m scared, Jay…’

‘Don’t be. Trust me.’

‘But it’s going to hurt!’

‘Yes…’

The experience of his erection filling her ass
overflows the boundaries of her comprehension it is so extreme in
every sense. She is so involved in the violation of her self-image
feeling the dirtiest part of her opening up to him that she is
barely conscious of her cries. And the anguish isn’t just physical,
it also hurts her feelings that he is doing this to her. Then his
voice gives her something to focus on besides the blinding
pain.

‘Mm, that’s it, baby, just relax…’

Holding on to his encouragement, she senses a
dark current of pleasure flowing just beneath the glaring torment.
She makes an effort to obey him, and allows herself the
overwhelming satisfaction of knowing that she can take him this
way, because despite the burning discomfort she can’t help but love
how wonderfully full of him she feels.

He begins easing his hips back and forth. ‘Am I
the first man to fuck you like this, Carmen?’

‘Yes,’ she sobs, because it hurts the most when
he is almost all the way out of her.

‘Do you like having my dick,’ he drives it into
her, ‘in your ass, baby?’

‘Oh, yes!’ She is stunned by how good it
feels.

‘Daddy’s little girl getting it up the ass on
the second date, and loving it. If only he could see you now.’

*

Carmen is late for work the next morning.

She has just finished getting dressed, and is
quickly packing a lunch, when the fire alarm goes off in the
building next to hers.

Within minutes Salzedo is jammed with fire
trucks and police cars. She can’t even think of getting her own car
out until some of them leave, so she joins the curious spectators
gathering on the lawn.

‘What’s going on?’ one of them asks everyone and
no one, ‘I don’t see any flames.’

‘I heard it’s a gas leak,’ someone else
volunteers.

‘A gas leak? Have they found it? The whole
building could blow up!’

No one seems to know.

Carmen scans the group of police officers,
disappointed but not surprised that Will isn’t one of them. They
resemble a murder of crows conferring next to one of the squad cars
as firemen in black rubber coats and boots enter and exit the
dangerous building.

Watching the firefighters, Carmen finds their
cool attitudes and powerful darkness irresistibly sexy. Their thick
suits make them look even taller and more impressively built than
they really are as they bravely confront an invisible force. Their
knowledge of what lies inside the building’s walls and floors also
excites her in a strange way. Smiling to herself, she wonders if St
George is the patron saint of firemen since they fight modern
dragons all the time. She enjoys watching them, and imagining what
it would be like to have two or three of them trying to put out her
hottest fantasies.

Nothing happens. There are no ominous explosions
from inside the building, and the crowd disperses when one of the
fire trucks leaves followed by the police cars. Carmen’s own car is
no longer blocked, but she stays where she is, because some of the
firefighters have begun stripping off their suits, exposing
muscular bodies in tight black tank tops. One of them is wearing a
gold cross around his neck that catches the soft morning light.

She runs up to her apartment, grabs her purse
and the bag with her lunch in it, then walks slowly back down the
stairs.

Six of the firefighters, their skin slick with
sweat, are sitting on the grass in front of her building drinking
bottled water. Others are still at work reeling in the long flat
hoses that plump up when filled with water like snakes slipping
back into their skins.

She walks down the concrete path towards her
car, and the ones gathered on the lawn turn their heads to watch
her.

‘Good morning,’ she says with breathless
respect.

Two of them return her greeting politely while
the rest of them just smile up at her, like the grass coming alive
with serpents slipping excitingly between her heartbeats.

‘Have a nice day, miss,’ the one wearing the
cross says.

She smiles at him. ‘You too.’

‘Going to work?’ he asks, returning her
smile.

‘Yes, and I’m already late.’

‘I’d like to make you even later.’

She laughs happily.

She is forty-five minutes late.

Mike is already in the office.

‘Shit,’ she whispers, pouring herself a cup of
the coffee he made for them. She quickly copies the faxes from the
ships, and walks into his office.

He looks up. ‘There you are.’ He doesn’t
smile.

She lays the faxes in his in-box. ‘I’m sorry I’m
late, but the alarm went off in the building next to mine, and
there were so many fire trucks and police cars I couldn’t get out
of my parking spot.’

‘Really?’ He keeps his eyes on his notepad. ‘Was
it bad?’

‘I think it was a gas leak, but they took care
of it.’

‘That’s good.’

Carmen returns to her desk in despair. She has
been working for Mike long enough to sense the change in his tone
of voice, and to notice that he avoided looking her in the eye.

It doesn’t surprise her; she crossed a dangerous
line yesterday. She broke the professional seal on their
relationship, and now she’ll have to watch everything she says and
does very carefully. She won’t be able to strike up a casual
conversation with him for a long time, anymore than she would light
a match in a building filled with invisible fumes – everything she
felt when she slipped her hands into his open shirt, and whatever
he felt when she caressed his chest.

*

The endorphins Carmen has been high on for over
forty-eight hours are beginning to ebb and she is running out of
energy. She can no longer actively dismiss what happened to her in
the Grove, and what she let a man she barely knows do to her last
night. The memories are sinking their teeth into her shocked brain
and demanding to be dealt with. With a long, lazy evening
stretching before her, she can no longer put off facing them.

She turns off the air conditioner, opens the
front door, and lies back across her couch so she can look out at
the treetops through the screen. The setting sun caught in their
branches is fervently trying to free itself, stabbing out with
luminous shafts that forge themselves on her retina as she closes
her eyes.

I was almost raped.

She stares straight at the memory of what
happened to her in the Grove and all its ramifications. She could
have been seriously hurt, maybe even killed. If she had survived
the experience she would have had to live with the fear of getting
Aids, not to mention the possible nightmare of an abortion. And
those were only the physical consequences. Psychologically, the
damage would have been much more subtle and far-reaching. God only
knows how she would have felt about men afterwards, not to mention
sex. If she had been younger and more inexperienced, her ability to
enjoy her body might have been destroyed.