Chapter 1 Delilah
ONE
DELILAH
My shorts fell to my feet as I kicked them aside, tossing them onto the rest of my belongings.
I stood naked in the sand of the shore, now far away from my latest victim, the bonfire, and any prying eyes.
The water washed against my feet as it moved back and forth in unison with the distant waves, the sound of them crashing into the ocean beckoning me to them.
I closed my eyes, inhaling the salty air while bathing in the alluring moonlight, its beams delicately caressing my skin.
The cool midnight breeze brushed my hair along my bare skin, gliding gracefully across my breasts, adding to my painful craving.
A brisk, late-night swim was exactly what I needed, especially after what I just did.
Picturing that man lying there, bloodied and deceased…
fuck, that excited me. And having the opportunity to please myself, publicly, without anyone knowing. ..well, that was perfect.
I stepped forward, the warm water causing my skin to prickle and nipples to harden in response. It was such a tantalizing feeling, one I enjoyed as long as I could remember, drawing me further into the ocean until the water covered all but my shoulders.
I waded peacefully into the dark water as my head dipped back, staring up at the stars, admiring their sparkling light.
I spent years wishing for an escape, preparing to leave this place, only to be forced right back here as if I never left.
It was a bittersweet moment quickly overcome by my sexual desires itching to be released.
I closed my eyes, allowing my body to lift effortlessly to the surface, floating along the soft waves as they rocked me.
The salty smell of the night air seduced me, controlling my fingers as they glided purposely up my leg, the water splashing against my flesh as it clashed with the night air, creating a sensual contrast that only fueled the moment.
My mouth slightly gaped open as one hand began to caress my own breast, gently tracing my hard nipple while the other glided along the skin of my inner thigh, my legs widening as my fingertips made their way towards my center.
Sea water splashed my face as my senses remained too preoccupied, focused solely on fondling myself.
My nerves burned with a salacious desire, begging to be unleashed, fueling my motions.
The tip of my finger circled my center, quickening as the buildup of euphoria grew, my excitement mixing with the salty sea water, wetting my hand as I pushed two fingers inside, thrusting them back and forth.
I tried to keep my head afloat, but water seeped into my mouth, burning my throat, making it difficult to continue.
Groaning, I removed my fingers, frustrated by the simple complication of trying to masturbate and not drown.
My body bobbed in the water, looking back at the shoreline, wondering if continuing on the beach was worth getting sand everywhere.
A soft splash startled me, catching my attention.
I turned to see a rusty old buoy not far from where I had drifted as an interesting idea popped into my head and reignited my excitement.
I gracefully paddled my arms and kicked my legs, swimming further out through the ripples of the dark water until I reached the buoy.
As I gripped the metal edge of the floating device, I glanced back at the shoreline and realized just how far out I really was.
It was eerie yet intoxicating, adding a whole new exotic layer to my late-night self-gratification.
I tried to hold on tight, balancing myself against the buoy and harsher waves while reaching my fingers back towards my center.
I closed my eyes, my mind wandering as I returned to a thrilling high, caressing my g-spot delicately.
My body arched, leaning forward in response to my touch, my breasts scrapping the cold, hard metal of the buoy.
It was a surprising yet pleasing sensation, one I welcomed and leaned into, literally.
The buoy dipped towards me as my grip tightened, fighting the waves as I fingered myself. My head tilted back, my golden hair pooling around in the water as I gasped, my moans going unheard. I could be as loud as I wanted, and no one would hear me. It was beyond ideal. It was erotically exquisite.
My body quickly began to tighten and burn, my elation quickly approaching when something under the water brushed between my legs.
What was that? My fingers quickly retreated as I gripped the buoy with both hands, my legs still spread wide.
Oh no. I was unable to fight my urges, frightened and excited all at once, moaning into the night air as my fingers met my pussy again.
I fought my orgasm, desperately trying to stop myself, searching the dark water.
No. Whatever touched me returned, slowly swimming between my legs once more, nudging my fingers to hit my g-spot perfectly, pushing me over the edge as I screamed, coming hard into the ocean.
My vagina pulsated, tightening with an absolute euphoria.
My heart raced, pounding beneath my chest, my mind jumbled and unable to process a single thought let alone what had just happened.
I gripped the buoy, breathing heavily, when something suddenly grabbed my legs.
I screamed out, the force yanking me down under the water, the sea filling my mouth.
My hands gripped the buoy tighter, pulling myself back to the surface as I inhaled sharply, my body still throbbing at the tail end of my orgasm.
The pressure on my legs moved, drifting to my thighs, spreading them further apart.
It felt as though two hands had grasped me, way out here in the middle of the ocean. But that wasn’t possible…was it?
The presence of whatever thing was holding on to me increased as something nestled between my legs, inching closer to my body.
I fought back, trying to kick it from me, but to no avail.
Whatever it was , it was stronger, yanking me further into the ocean.
I cried out, water muting my screams as I dipped under the waves, my hold on the buoy slipping.
Something slid along my inner thigh, purposely moving to my center, touching the sensitive spot.
My body jolted as I gasped, choking on the sea.
I desperately clawed at the surface, grabbing for the metal edge of the buoy as I pulled myself up, breaking free from the mysterious grasp of whatever lurked nearby.
I cried out, panting, struggling to catch my breath, clinging to the metal structure. What the hell was that? And what was it trying to do to me? As I glanced around, I felt a sudden ease, dropping my head forward against the buoy, exhaling. I think it’s gone.
I opened my eyes, immediately noticing a shadow cast from behind, looming over me. My mouth opened to scream when a large hand swung, covering my mouth. Another wrapped around my stomach, pulling me into a body—a man’s body, by the feel of it.
The strange man leaned into me, his face nestling against my neck as he waded behind me, pushing further into me.
His cock, hard and loose, pressed against my lower back.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered, kissing my skin.
“Not unless you want me to.” I could feel his mouth widening, his teeth clenching against the flesh of my neck.
Such a sweet, sensitive spot. I couldn’t help myself as I released a soft moan into his palm, despite my fear.
“Oh, you like that now, do you?” His breath danced against my skin.
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from.
Tell you what, I’ll move my hand, but only if you promise not to scream, okay?
” I shook my head profusely, scrambling to think of how fast I could swim and if I was going to escape him.
The man slowly moved his hand, pressing against my chin as his gentle grip remained, wavering to my throat. I remained still, desperately holding onto the buoy with both hands, thinking of what to say. “W-what do you want?” I asked, my voice shaking.
He roughly pressed his cock into my back, my ass throbbing from the impact as I winced in pain, slightly aroused by the aggression.
“I could hear you pleasing yourself and figured I’d offer a helping hand.
” He spoke into my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Curious, but do I smell blood?” His voice lifted at the idea which worried me.
Had he seen me kill that man? It wasn’t possible, was it? I needed to get away from him.
Without a thought, I opened my mouth and screamed. “Help! Hel—”
The man’s hold on my throat tightened, squeezing the life out of my screams, delicately restricting my breathing.
“I told you not to scream,” he growled into my ear.
“The only time I want to hear you scream is when I’m inside you.
” As he spoke, the tip of his cock flexed, feeding something inside me.
Despite the craziness of him being out here, offering himself to me, I found myself less and less in fear of him and instead… wanting him?
Something shifted in my core as my body stopped fighting his advances, instead leaning further into him, silently signaling for him to continue.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt entranced by him and his dominating demeanor.
In this moment, the fear of the unknown was worth whatever risk to experience what he was offering me.
“Oh?” He adjusted himself, his cock now between my legs, touching my inner thigh.
“Are you finally inviting me to join you?” he whispered harshly against my face, his free hand gripping my thigh as he used his knee to widen my legs.
“No more fighting?” he asked, kissing my collarbone.
All fear of the man had been replaced with an indescribable craving.