Him
The look on her face when she came was divine. And the fact that she was unable to stop the delicious moans from escaping when she absolutely pushed herself to the very edges of insanity, is a telltale of how she loses control around me just as I do around her.
I’d be a liar to not admit that I am in fact dying to hear her scream the name she moaned once; that will be the best thing I could hear in my entire life. The day’s going to be tough for me as well, because the more pleased I see her every time I push the buttons, the deeper I want to bury myself in her; jamming her, filling her so completely that her pussy chokes on it. The way her legs trembled after the release; I could taste the syrupy juices of her orgasm from here.
And my thirsty mouth needs more than just watching her from the other side of a screen. But first, I need this date to be a success to make her turned on the way I want her to.
The first steps have both been success and sometimes I feel I don’t give myself enough credit for planning the entrapment of this little birdie. Inviting her was pretty easy; it’s a shame she feels comfortable with the person I am trying to act to be. The way she feels towards the tame version of me is undeniably adorable. But the pull is way too na?ve which it needn’t be considering the fact that any kind of attraction that I may return will be purely feral in nature. It’s sad and exhilarating at the same time.
But something tells me that will change very soon.
The self-pleasure can be safely deemed as a much successful attempt in prepping her up for the punishment that she has totally forgotten about. A laugh escapes my chest at the mere thought of inflicting fear and pain in her sinless mind. Because I have a feeling, I might be able to unlock the side she’s hidden inside her insecure mind so well that it seems like it was never there.
The plan to torture her the duration of our date tonight will be one hell of an entertainment.
I pick up my jacket and walk over to the screen. My pretty baby is still trying to pick a dress to wear, and I feel like shouting out to her that she can wear whatever the fuck she wants, because at the end of the day it will be on the ground in shreds.
I TURN ON THE LOWESTlevel of pulses on the vibrator before heading downstairs and ringing the bell. My heart racing in my chest... I’ve avoided looking at her through the cams to make sure that whatever I feel when I see her for the first-time tonight is at its most intense; will intensify the play later on.
Once, twice, before a third ring she opens the door.
The moment the door swings open, I’m met with a personified version of Persephone, standing in the doorway; begging me to drag her to the depths of the underworld with me. Only this version of Persephone has a vibrator down her pants, making the red on her face a little more flushed than normal. She is trying her best to act natural with the delayed pulse coming and leaving with only less than a second of vibration, but enough to make her crave it by the time we are done with the outing.
My eyes are almost ferally scanning every inch of her. The red co-ord set hugging her curves just about perfectly; leaving me dumbfounded by the sizzling piece of art that she’s looking tonight.
My hands wrapped around your neck would complete the look, sweetheart.
But I need to act cool... and stop gawking!
The demon in me is a master manipulator, instantly pulling the covers on me to act all calm and composed which is exactly the opposite of what I am. But I’ll play along as long as the reward I get is her.
“Hi... You look...” I say shifting back my smile to normal and less devilish.
But then she’s all awkward and shy, cutting in before I could complete, “Hi... please come in.” And good for her because I wanted to tell her I would love to come inside her; but then that would creep the fuck out of her. She doesn’t know who I am! So, I settle on obliging her later on that one.
Getting in, I close the door behind me and pull her close before tugging the stray locks of hair behind her ear, never taking my eyes off her. She is staring at me in disbelief as I hold her by the waist, close enough to feel her fragile heart fluttering by my sudden move.
“Are you planning on killing me tonight?”
A blush appears on her already pink apples. “Umm... Thank you?” She doesn’t move an inch. Our bodies trapping the heat rising between us; it’s easy to sense that she’s just as helpless in taking her eyes off me as I am. Our mouths only inches apart; breathing heavy and just before I could engage myself in quenching the thirst clearly dancing in her eyes, she realizes the inappropriateness of this situation.
It is then that I loosen my hold, just enough for her to slowly get away from me, still holding a deadly eye contact.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t control... I shouldn’t have...” I try acting sorry, while on the inside I know exactly how I will end this night.
Don’t lose focus!
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.” Her averting smile is speaking way more than what she intends to out; she is silencing her urges. Good! She needs to practice control, because that’s going to be very useful later tonight.
THE MOMENT WE ENTERthe fine dining restaurant, her eyes light up; scanning the dimly lit place dripping in luxe, probably looking for people. The staff was already instructed to only come for taking orders or serving them. At all other times we’ll be practically all alone in the place.
We arrive at our private booth, as she turns around with questioning eyes, “Wow... So, this is really a date?” The smile on her face tells me that I’ve done my part... She looks impressed!
“It will be whatever you want it to be.” I say; my eyes stuck her... delighted yet shy.
“And why are the other booths empty? Is this place even open?” Her eyes talk way more than her mouth; it keeps dancing around the entire place, with a never-ending glimmer in them.
“It closes at seven.” My voice is almost naturally husky whenever I am around her.
“Then why are we here?”
“We are here because I reserved it. For as long as you want.” Because I wanted to fuck you afterwards, for as long as I want. Her gaze falls where my fingers are tapping anxiously on the table top, making me halt instantly.
Her eyes are wide, “You reserved the entire place?”
“Yes.” A soft smile takes over my face at her exhilarated expression.
“Yes? Dude, you are really something. What job do you even work to afford the whole damn place for the entire night?”
“Let’s get seated first. Then go on with your twenty questions.” I escort her to the booth before getting a seat directly across her. I need a full HD view of my baby all night, tonight; it’s our first date after all.
She’s still gazing at everything with a wide grin before her eyes find mine once again to which she shies away almost by instinct. Looking at her now, I feel like I never understood what elements make that pretty messed up head of hers. Why wouldn’t she believe that someone could do something special for her. I mean which fool would not? She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve met in all the thirty-one years of my life.
It’s difficult to even imagine what emotional and psychological abuse she must have gone through, that’s made her the way she is; so full of self-doubt and social anxiety. I mean I knew that the second she gave me that unbelieving expression when I first set my eyes upon her. I felt the need to educate her about her worth and significance in the world and my life. I mean I haven’t met another woman as gifted as she is. She’s the perfect package. A seductive smile with an alluring personality; the body of a goddess and mind of a sinner. And a soul so pure that has me fucked up in the head to the edge of corruption. It’s something I’ve collected about her in all these years of my obsession with her.
I let her place the order and she modestly orders, whatever she likes best, an exception to my past girlfriends who used to order about all the items on the menu only to discard them at the end. Maybe that proves a point to them, but to me it only seemed like an unnecessary way of showing off status that they themselves have no role in earning.
“Now...Shall we continue with the game of twenty questions?” she speaks with a hint of excitement on her pretty features.
My eyes shine in response; I raise a brow, “Yes. But I’ll be the first to ask a question?”
After a second of mental calculation, she nods in agreement.
I’ll play nice but only for a while.
“Were you not angry on me... How did you agree on coming here?”
“Why would I be angry on you? In fact, I was expecting you to be angry, the way you stormed before I left. I thought you wouldn’t talk to me again.”
“That only answers half my question.” A playful smile crosses my lips, making her blush. I know what you’re hiding, muffin. And I am going to make you admit it tonight.
“Okay... I agreed to come because I wanted to meet you.” And that’s also a half truth. I can read you through sweetheart. You like me. A knowing smile spreads across my face.
“Does that mean you like spending time with me?”
“Not your turn to ask a question...” But the way she’s biting on her finger, giggling like a little girl, flushed... so perfectly; I don’t need her to say the word right away. I can watch her do those things all night long.
“Okay so why did you leave that night on such an angry note? I mean you never act like that.”
I lean in before whispering with a guiltless smile, “Is that so difficult for you to guess. It’s because I did not want you to go.”
“Why?” The question comes out so softly; it’s like she knows the answer to it. The giveaway is a tinge of red blushing over her cheeks.
“Not your turn to ask a question...” Her laughter at my horrible mimicry is adorable.
“I should probably not mention this – but – I think you said something about an engagement? But I don’t see a ring on your hand... I mean you can choose to not answer that question.”
The radiance of her innocent laughter fades slowly as recollection of the events fills her mind. Her eyes drift at a distance before bowing her head to look down on her lap, as if to look for a way to answer the ridiculous question.
She pulls a stray lock of hair before spurting the words that soothes my soul. “He died. My fiancé, Abhay died in an accident.”
“I’m – I’m sorry...” I wish I could tell you that I want to shred him down to pieces all over again if I could, only for making you feel guilty over his death.
She cuts me in, “But, that’s not all...”
Don’t go there, you don’t need to recite the whole torture, baby.
“You don’t need to tell more than you want. Okay?”
“No, I want this out. You need to know everything that’s been going around me if we are getting any more involved than we already are... Abhay was an asshole. It was a mistake going back home. I screwed up everything.”
I reach out and hold her cold trembling palms in my hands, “What do you mean?”
“He was all trippy and then he tried to drug me... and – and assault me, with a bunch of his junkie friends. And there was this guy...” The silence after that is delectable. She’s delectable.
I hide the mental laughter behind a serious, concerned expression, “Who?”
She speaks with hesitation, “The guy who saved me... he is no stranger. He is the same guy.”
“Same guy?” I act confused. I need her to start talking about me, to me.
She exhales before biting her lip; her brows furrowed and eyes on me, gulping hard in anticipation of how I might react. But all that’s doing to me is test my patience with her. I want her, here and right now on this fucking table.
“The one... who forced me in my apartment that night...”
She is still ashamed of our little love making. God! How will she ever fall for me?
“What?” My acting skills are excellent as compared to the deliberate act of bad mimic I performed only to draw a laughter from her.
“Yes. He took me remorselessly while I was bleeding. And – and then he followed me back home and murdered Abhay and his friends right in front of my eyes... And he did it quite brutally.” Her expression tells me that even though it was cruel but that’s not a subject of disgust for her anymore. She must have been traumatized that day... But that was necessary honey.
“This guy harasses me regularly. And then he goes out and saves me.” There’s a civil war inside that pretty head of hers, I can tell.
“And he is a very dangerous man; I mean dangerous is not even the right word for him. I can’t think of many words that could explain the brutality with which he executed each one of them.” Her eyes keep drifting into the distance as if reliving the moments all over again.
“But then he took me back to my house... and you know what? he did not take advantage of my vulnerability. He did brand me though, but after that... he did not touch me, not in the way I would have expected him to.” She looks down, clearly stressed from the branding that sticks to her skin, all the time now.
“Where did he brand you?” A question deliberately for the purpose of drawing heat from the deep corners of her mind.
“I... it’s inappropriately placed.” She’s growing redder again.
“He did save you from the biggest disaster that could have happened, but that does not change the fact that he is indeed a criminal. And I don’t get it... why did you not go to the police then?”
“I didn’t... because I’m stupid – and I have a horrible sense of judgement; and I hate myself for being thankful for saving me that night. But I did not pray for anybody to end up the gory way each one of them did.”
Silence falls over both of us, before I break the ice.
“Disha, you do realize that I like you a little too much; too much to give you up to anyone, no matter what. I want you to know that I’m ready to fight whoever, if it means you feel happy or safe.”
“This is a murderer we’re talking about; and he wants me to be his, for fucking forever. Do you realize the danger of being in any sort of relationship with me? I don’t want him to sense this thing,” she gestures the air between us, “this going on between us.”
I lock eyes with her, “Then give a name to this thing... I want to be with you too. And the only thing that matters between us is your opinion of it.”
She holds the electrifying stare for a few moments before shaking herself back to reality, “My opinion does not matter. I can’t put you to danger... especially since – since I’ve already put you out there once...”
“What do you mean?”
She sucks in a visible gulp, growing redder by the minute, “That night when he threatened me to give him a show – your name... It slipped off my tongue.”
“You what?” Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
It is becoming increasingly difficult to put on a poker face, especially after she – herself recalled what she did to me that night. Her moaning my name while touching herself, did something to my brain chemistry; now, I salivate every time she talks about it like the morbid dog that I have become. One more mention of it, and I’m spreading her on this table; even if it blows my cover.
But can I throw away everything; especially after coming such a long way.
“I could not control myself... I was thinking about you for some time. It just slipped.”
Fuck! The way her words hit me right where it shouldn’t. This is wrong; I’ll end up exposed.
She bites her bottom lip sucking in a sharp breath, right before I lose it and give in. I walk over to her, pull her up; cupping her face in my hand, before pressing my lips to hers. And she doesn’t resist this version of me; the tame one.
Gently I place firm kisses on her lips while holding her by the waist, tightly pressing my entire body against hers. She leans in; giving me the hint I awfully needed, before pushing my tongue inside her sweet mouth. My head is all giddy with pleasure so much so that I’m almost lost in the moment. And before I could realize my teeth find her lips and a whimper escapes her mouth. I break the kiss instantly, and place a soft kiss where a tiny drop of red peeps from the bite.
How could you do it? How could you forget? The Nakul she has developed feelings for is a gentleman; he won’t behave the way I was just about to do.
Good thing that the server appears in the distance, momentarily dissipating the tension in the air. Our breathing settles superficially; but the heat on her cheeks and the pain in my groin is nowhere close to over.
We eat in the heavy silence between us; the sheepish smiles in between cannot hide her thoughts. She needs me as much as I need her.
And the libido flooding my system is getting out of control. We need to leave before I do something stupid.
But getting out does not stop me from sneaking a moment to increase the rhythm of the pulse on the vibrator app. The sudden change in rhythm almost has her on her feet, clutching the end of her dress; silent curses rolling off her tongue and I’m on the verge of crackling right in front of her.
Does this woman have any idea what she’s doing to me biting her lip and all; I am hardly controlling the urge inside of me?
We keep making out for the entirety of our ride home. My phone rings as we make way to her apartment; thank God for the SOS message I sent on Divit’s other number, now I can make her believe I am in fact busy for the night. And she’s a sweetheart, so she’ll believe it.
I pull away from our kiss, “I’ll have to take this call, sorry.”
She gestures me to take it, tidying up her dress.
Distancing myself from her to not look obvious, I take up the call in the most formal fashion; even though I know he’s going to laugh in my face for this, “Good evening, Sir...”
“What the hell dude? What problem is Lucifer himself stuck in? I almost died laughing when I saw your SOS. I thought you stopped dating long back?”
Good thing she can’t hear his hysterical laughter. I’ll kick his butt later. Right now, I need focus to make sure my act plays well.
“Yes, I’ll look into it right away.”
“What are you going to look into. My ass!” another burst of laughter.
“I tried fixing the code last night... No, it did run properly in the test.”
“My goodness you’re an excellent liar. I envy you, really.” Astonishment coats his dying laughter.
“Yes... yes definitely. I’ll do it right away.”
“Okay I get it; it’s her again, right? Why are you fucking with her brain? I thought you were better than this.” Like it means anything to him!
I ignore the bastard’s lecture on appropriate behavior, before hanging up the call, “Yes. Goodnight to you too.” That should’ve have done the trick; I need to leave right away.
When I turn back, she is looking at me with worry in her eyes, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. But I’ll have to go back and finish what I was working on.”
“Hey,” she reaches out for my hands, “It’s okay... I loved the evening.”
Everything about her touch is hot to the extent that I am shivering for no fucking reason. Her touch is scorching my insides. I want her, right now.
“You did?” I ask, “I don’t understand how people can disturb someone on a Sunday night. Please forgive me... I will make up to this soon, I promise.” The pun intended, but not taken.
“It’s work Nakul; it works like that. I was working remotely even when I was at home.”
“You know you’re an angel, muffin!”
“Muffin?”
She looks confused but there’s a hint of fear lingering on her expression.
Shit! Did I screw up?
“Yes... my muffin, my cupcake, my jello. The sweetest thing that ever happened to me.”
Thank God for the euphoria from the intensity of vibrations; that it clogs her brain enough for my excuse to work on it.
“Oh – yeah, that. Okay...” she exhales a relieved breath.
“What? You look tensed... did I say something I shouldn’t have?”
“No... It’s – it’s nothing. Just my mind playing some stupid tricks. Don’t worry about it!”
I run my fingers gently on her right cheek, “Will you be fine?”
“Hmmm...” she nods unsure. A drop of sweat trickles down the side of her cheek, while trying to swallow the terror she felt five seconds ago.
Why are you so afraid of going back muffin?The devil in me is smirking at the thought.
“You’ll call me if you need me?” I hold her shivering palms.
“Okay... You take care.” She smiles; fear still dripping beneath the warmth.
I place a gentle kiss on her cheek before leaving; but that’s the only gentleness she should expect from me tonight. That’s just the beginning of a memorable night... I promise you, muffin.