Beauty and the Dark Page 10

  “Are you sure?” I gasp.

  “I’ve been a fool most of my life. I crammed twenty lifetimes into my life and nothing made me happy. I know what I want. I want you.”

  I’m almost afraid I am dreaming, that I will wake up in the morning and find myself alone in bed. That it has all been just a dream. I drop my eyes in total confusion and my gaze falls on the hard bulge in his pants.

  The sight transports me to the past.

  For years I spent my days and nights in sexual mode. In fact, I didn’t know any other way to be. From the time I was sold Valdislav groomed me to be a sexual being. I had to perform, or I was punished. It was normal for me to give a blowjob, or have sex on demand at any time of the day or night.

  For the last year I fought to forget all that. I never wanted another man in my body. I wore dowdy, loose-fitting clothes, and never made eye contact with men. I became the opposite of what I was. I became a sexless being, and I was happy being that. I felt clean. I felt good.

  But one look at Jack’s erection, and a switch goes off in my head, and suddenly I’m back in sexual mode. I reach for his belt. I know what men like and I know exactly how to give it to them.

  “Let me get you off. I’m real good at this.”

  His hand instantly covers mine.

  My eyes fly up to his. “What is it?”

  His eyes are glowing with something fierce and animal-like. He shakes his head. “Everything that has happened to you until now was a mistake. You were not just made for getting cocks off. You were made for me, Sofia Seagull,” he whispers. He kisses my ears, my neck, making my head fall back with pleasure. “You were made for this, Princess Sofia,” he says, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

  Our eyes are so close there are only a couple of inches between us. His are heavy-lidded and so dark they are bottomless black pits.

  He sucks at my bottom lip.

  “And this.”

  He brushes his fingertips on my nipples.

  A shiver goes down my spine.

  He bends his head and kisses the hardened tip of my breast.

  I gasp.

  “Tonight and every night I’m going to kiss and suck every fucking inch of you,” he says, and takes the nipple into his mouth.

  My body responds instantly and between my legs I become a sopping wet mess.

  He reaches behind him and pulls out something tucked into his jeans.

  “You carry a knife around?” I gulp.

  “Sorry, old habit,’ he mutters.

  I stare at him curiously. The light from the corridor flashes on the blade as he unsheathes it. If it had been anyone else I would have been frightened. Frightened … I would have run a mile.

  But this is Jack. Jack with the straight black hair and the sad smile. Jack whose body I have dreamed of and craved. Jack, who saw my burnt flesh and cried for me. Jack wanting me to expose myself to his blue, blue eyes. Excitement runs through me. I do. I want him to see me naked.

  “Don’t move,” he commands and I freeze.

  Our gazes lock. Juices gush out of me. Cold steel slides under my panties. I never thought I would ever give this much control to a man again. He cuts through it cleanly, then slices the other side too. The scrap of material falls away. He tosses the knife behind him and looks down between my splayed thighs. Automatically, instinctively, my hands move to cover myself. He lays his hand over mine and rubs the thumb of his other along my jaw.

  “I just need to look at you, baby,” he says, his voice thick.

  I swallow. “This is a huge moment for me, Jack. I want you, but I’m scared.”

  “If you want to go slow, if you need a bit more time, I’ll wait, I can be patient. I’ll do whatever it takes, but understand this, I’m never going away.”

  For long moments we simply stare at each other then I nod slowly.

  Grasping my hands and holding them both at the wrists he lifts them high above my head. Now I am even more exposed and vulnerable. I look into his eyes. They are dark and watching. Fierce. Intense. Scary. Nothing like what they normally look like.

  He pulls the wet scrap of material trapped between his thighs and me and flings it away. I sit as naked as the day I was born on his lap. Supporting my back with his other hand he lays me flat on the floor. The polished wood is cold on my back.

  “Spread your legs and let me see your sweet cunt,” he orders.

  My legs feel rubbery. Nervously, I part my legs and watch his eyes move down my body to my exposed sex. I see him drink in the sight of my nakedness. Then he smiles. Slowly. With great satisfaction. Sensuously he runs his hands up and down my body.

  “You’re not a prostitute. You’re flawless and … you’re mine.”

  I close my eyes. This has to be a dream. The most beautiful man in the world is telling me I am his. Me, the dirty prostitute.

  He lays his large warm hand on my pussy and rests it there. Possessively. His eyes lock on mine as the heat from his hand seeps into my cold flesh. My pussy starts to really cream, wet his hand, drip. It’s all too much. I close my eyes.

  “Sofia,” he whispers.

  I open my eyes.

  Bending his head, he breathes in the scent of my arousal. No one has ever done that to me. I moan softly.

  “How long I’ve waited for this sweet scent. I even wanted our first kiss to be my mouth on this sugar cunt.”

  Softly he kisses the heated skin of my mound. My hips rise off the floor in anticipation. He drags his lips down lower and I want to scream with the wild sensation of his velvet lips.

  “My first taste,” he says, and spreading my labia with his fingers, licks the wet seam. His tongue is like a trail of fire.

  “Oh, Jack,” I moan as my hips jerk and writhe helplessly.

  He slips a thick finger into me.

  My mouth opens in shock. It’s been two years since anyone has touched me. I read about other women who pleasure themselves with their fingers and vibrators, but I have never done it. The idea of sex is wrapped with disgust and degradation for me. Yet here I am starving for his finger, his tongue, his cock.

  “How wet you are,” he purrs, letting his finger glide lazily in and out of me.

  Then I watch him bury his face between my open legs.

  “Mmm,’ he says. His next words are mumbled into my throbbing flesh and not only do I hear them but I feel their vibration. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want your cum running down my throat and chin.”

  I feel my sex pulsing as he eats me, no, that is too tame a word for what he does. He devours me, as if he can’t get enough of me, or hasn’t eaten for days. I think he will tire soon, but the more he feasts, the more ravenous he gets. My tense body bows completely off the floor, every nerve ending buzzing, ready for something big.

  Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I climax. It is a powerful flash of heat that comes from nowhere and hits me so hard and deep it shatters me. As it ebbs away and my body stops clenching and jerking I stare at him in awe. My arms feel weak and my thighs are trembling.

  “That’s my first orgasm,” I pant.

  His eyes widen with surprise. Then he surprises me.

  “And here’s your second one, baby,” he says, dipping his tongue back into my throbbing sex.

  Twenty-four

  Jack

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJL4UGSbeFg

  (Man I Feel Like A Woman Tonight)

  I get lost in her smell and heat. Only after her thighs clench uncontrollably and she screams with ecstasy do I reluctantly lift my head and look at her.

  Goddamn it, she’s indescribably beautiful.

  Lying on the floor, her long silky hair spread out around her, her chest rising and falling fast. Fresh. Young. Innocent. I cannot even begin to get my head around the idea of her being anything other than an angel come down to tempt me.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers.

  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and, bending forward, lift her. She is too thin. No one b
ut a child should weigh this little. I’ll get the curves back on her. Carefully, I place her on the bed, exactly on the narrow rectangle of light coming from the doorway.

  My dick is rock hard. Ready to fuck.

  I pull my shirt off and unbuckle my belt. It feels as if I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment.

  “I want you to open your legs as wide as you can. Spread them wide, Sofia, so I can see all that belongs to me. And only me.”

  She hesitates, then nervously obeys. I remember our first kiss. My blood had raged for her then, but it is nothing compared to how desperate I am for her now. I want to drop to my knees and bury my cock in her pussy and tell her that she belongs to me only. I flick open the fly of my jeans.

  “That’s it, baby. All mine,” I growl, looking at her gorgeous cunt. Her flesh is swollen and glistening in the narrow rectangle of light. Out, open, and begging me to fuck it. Beautiful.

  I yank my pants down and kick them away from me. My cock bounces with desire.

  “Fuck. Look at your pussy. It wants to be taken. You want my cock in your pussy, baby?”

  She nods eagerly, but if I allow myself to get into that sweet body I’m going to blow in record time. Nah, I want to hear her scream again. I climb on the bed. On my knees in front of her open pussy I stroke myself. Three strokes, a record for me, and I’m fucking gone, spurting warm seed onto her stomach.

  Her delicate hands drift away from the bed. Slowly, in large sensuous circles, she rubs my cum into her skin as if it is luxurious body cream. There is so fucking much she smooths it into her hips, her waist, her breasts, and her neck. Then with her eyes fixed on me she pushes her semen coated finger into her pussy.

  My dick becomes rock solid again.

  “Believe it or not you’re the only woman I’ve ever been this greedy for,” I say, and diving between her legs, eat her sweet cunt for the third time.

  Her hands reach out, grabbing my hair, pulling my face into her groin. I’ve taught her well. She knows that I’m here to give freely. Hungrily, I open my mouth and suck that whole peachy pussy into it.

  I fucking can’t get enough of her.

  Twenty-five

  Sofia

  Even though I am exhausted I am too excited to fall back to sleep. I close my eyes, safe inside the warmth and security of his arms, and I wait until his breathing becomes deep and even. Then I watch him for hours, unable to believe that such a magnificent man could want me this way. It seems too incredible.

  When it is nearly morning I carefully slip out of bed and cover my nakedness. My whole body feels tense and restless as I stand over him. What will he be like when he wakes up sober? I don’t have long to wait.

  He opens his eyes suddenly, almost in a panic. One moment they are closed and all is serene and still, the next his eyes are wide open and wild, and he is jack-knifing off the bed. I am too shocked to move. His eyes collide with mine, relief crosses his face, and he falls back onto the pillows.

  “Did you have a bad dream?” I ask.

  “Yeah.” He holds his hand out and I entwine my fingers through his. Mine are trembling.

  “Do you have a hangover?”

  “The only hangover I have is for your juicy pussy,” he says, his eyes closed, his mouth lifting up in a small smile. “Your smell is driving me insane.”

  I blush madly. “So you do remember everything we did yesterday?”

  His eyes open and he pulls me towards him. Catching me by my waist he lifts me back on the bed. He kicks the bedsheets away from his naked body. His erection is massive. He tugs my nightgown over my head and stares at my naked body.

  “Sit on my face,” he orders.

  With my knees on either side of him I walk up his body until I reach his mouth. Slowly I lower my sex over his mouth. He sucks and licks my pussy, and pushes his tongue in as far as it will go. Gently he nibbles the tender hood of my clit before clamping it with his whole mouth and sucking until I climax uncontrollably.

  Grabbing my hips, he lifts me away from his mouth and says, “Now put my cock inside you.”

  I grab the base of it and bring it to my opening. Staring boldly into his eyes I tease the tip of his cock on the lips of my wet sex.

  “Fuck, Sofia. You’re killing me,” he groans.

  And I smile. I have never had power. Not ever. Always everybody else controlled me, my body, my actions. For the first time in my life I feel powerful. Because of this man.

  Jack

  I run my hands greedily up her thighs, reveling in the smoothness. There are faint scars on the insides of them, but on the front, outsides and back they are like the finest silk. I look at her pale body rising over me and she is like a mirage. A shining patch of water in the arid desert that I have lived in for years. I still can’t believe I am in her bed.

  We didn’t use a condom last night. And I don’t regret it. In fact, I’m glad. Nothing should ever come between us.

  I bend forward and bite the nymph’s nipple.

  I want to leave my mark on her body. I want to brand her. I want to forget that abomination on her back. She is mine. Only mine. No matter what it says on her back. She is MINE. MINE. MINE.

  She fists my bare cock and starts to impale her hot, tight pussy down on it. Pure heaven. I don’t let go of her nipple. I suck it hard, and she groans as my cock travels deeper and deeper into her body. I know she must be sore from all the hard fucking last night, and I know it’s kind of primitive and uncivilized of me, but that is exactly how I want her. Sore and ruined for any other man.

  That’s what I did. I fucked her rough and claimed her for me. For Jack Irish. She tries to lift herself off me. I grab hold of her hips and push all the way home.

  She screams.

  “You want this?” I grunt, pushing up again.

  Her eyes snap to mine as her pussy clamps involuntarily. “Yes.”

  I thrust hard. Yup. I get in there. Deep. I thrust even harder. Rougher. She begins to climax. Her legs are wide open and I have a front seat view to her orgasm. She clenches my cock and starts cumming hard on me. Her pussy spurting and gushing as I continue to fuck her. My shaft glistens with her juices. Just seeing her lose control makes me lose it. I’m gonna cum inside her again. I’m gonna fill her up.

  I thrust one last time and empty into her womb.

  I cum hard and it feels as if I’m unloading a shitload of sperm into her. I keep her plugged up for a few seconds while I lazily move my cock in and out of her. Then I ask her to lift herself above me and I watch my cum slowly drip out of her cunt in long strings. And … it’s a fucking beautiful sight.

  Sofia

  The way he watches me makes me bold and alive. As if I am intensely wanted. As if I am something precious. I’ve never been anything but a place where a man can slake his lust. This hole would do just as well as the other.

  “Come here,” he says. I know he wants me to lie on his body. The first thought in my head is, his arms are going to go around me and he’s going to feel the uneven ridges of my scars. I reach for my nightgown. His hand reaches out and flings it out of the way.

  “Why are you hiding from me?” he asks, frowning.

  I shake my head.

  He stares at me for a moment longer then he says, “Don’t.”

  I just look at him.

  “Turn around.”

  “No,” I breathe. It would ruin what we just had. I’d rather he never saw it again. It was night before, it’s day now and light is creeping in through the shutters. It looks far worse in the day.

  He places his hands around my waist, and his eyes glitter with a strange light. “Everything that is on your body belongs to me. That scar is mine too. Now show me my scar,” he orders, his voice steely.

  For a few seconds I hold his unblinking gaze, then I turn around and close my eyes. His fingers touch my back and I jump. Slowly his fingers trace the letter N. Every muscle in my body becomes as taut as a guitar string.

  “Relax,” he says, one of his hands cur
led firmly around my upper arm while a finger from his other hand finds the deep crease of the letter i. I want him to stop.

  “Leave it,” I blurt out, jerking my body away, but not being able to move far because of his firm hold on my arm.

  “Why? It’s just a scar. A bit of burnt skin and flesh.”

  “He made me hideous. I hate him,” I cry.

  His finger follows the curl of the next letter. “It’s only ugly if you think it is. He has no power over you. You are mine now and no man will lay a fucking finger on you while there is breath left in my body.”

  I begin to sob.

  He turns me around, and lifting off the pillows, he holds me tight. “Do you want me to remove it for you?”

  I stop sobbing and stare at his kind eyes in disbelief. “You can remove it?” My voice is hoarse, shocked. I pull away from him. It has never even crossed my mind that such a big and ugly thing could be removed. I thought I would have to live with it forever.

  “Yes. I will turn his name and memory into little scars that will fade with time until you can hardly see them.”

  “Yes. Yes, I want that. Very much,” I cry.

  He smiles. “I will schedule your surgery for next week.”

  I hug him tightly. I can’t even believe something so wonderful could happen to me.

  The phone ringing startles me. The outside world still exists.

  “That will be Lena,” I say. “I better answer it or she will worry like mad.”

  Twenty-six

  Sofia

  He lets go of me and I run out of the room buck naked. Yesterday such a thing could never have happened. I pick up the phone and say a breathless hello.

  “Good morning,” Lena says.

  “Hi,” I say.

  “Did you have a good time last night?” she asks.

  “Yes, it was lovely,” I say.

  There is a brief silence, then Lena says, “He’s still there, isn’t he?”