Dangerous Touch (Dangerous Lovers 1 - English Edition)

by Melody Adams

  "I'm far from done with you, kitten. I will keep you longer than the other women. So you can relax, because you won't die so quickly."

  "Am I supposed to be grateful for that now, too?" I get worked up. "That I got a fucking reprieve? Or should I feel special because I'm DIFFERENT from the other women you've killed?"

  "You are undoubtedly different," he replies, inspecting me thoughtfully. "I just don't know what that means yet," he said so softly that I'm not sure whether he said it to me or to himself.

  "Now, back to your punishment, my pet. You tried to run away from me and I can't just let that slip. You will have to learn that I will punish you for misconduct."

  Alic

  My kitten is afraid of her punishment. Even if she tries to hide it. The fear shows in her eyes, in the slight trembling of her body. I get up from the bed and reach out a hand to her.

  "Come!"

  "What are you going to do with me?" She asks, her body ready to jump.

  "You're about to find out, kitten. Now be good and stand up. You know you can neither fight nor escape me. It will only make things worse for you if you resist your deserved punishment."

  I can see the indecision in her eyes. She knows I'm right, that she has no chance of escaping what I have planned for her, but her flight instinct tells her to run. I am curious to see what will win. Mind or instinct.

  "Kitten," I say quietly, but with unmistakable warning.

  She blinks, then gives her head a jerk and crawls off the bed, ignoring my outstretched hand. I let her get away with it, because I think I must reward her for not trying to run away from me. But as soon as she is in front of me, I grab her hand and lead her to the door.

  "Where are we going?" She asks, her voice shrill with fear.

  "You will not speak unless I have given you permission. And you will not ask me any questions. Do you understand me, kitten?"

  "Yes," she replies in a rebellious tone.

  I pull her towards me and she screams out in fright. Closing my hand around her chin, I bend down to her and look her straight in the eyes.

  "First, the correct answer is YES, MASTER!" I say calmly, but with a clear warning. "Second, I do not like your rebellious tone!"

  "And I don't like the fact that you kidnapped me and tried to kill me and left me..."

  She doesn't get any further than this when I close my hand around her throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen and she stares at me in horror. Despite her fear, there is still a spark of fight in her eyes. Holding her gaze, I wait. I triumph as the fight leaves her eyes and her body becomes soft and yielding in my grip. I knew she was submissive. She responds to certain triggers. My voice and my smell are her triggers to settle. My hand around her throat lets her fall into her role as a sub whenever she is fighting my dominance.

  "Exquisite, pet. That's it," I praise and loosen the grip. I bend down and kiss her gently on the mouth. "It’s much more pleasant for both of us if you submit yourself to me. Come now. You need not be afraid. I’ve got you. You'll feel better after I punished you. It will make everything so much clearer for you."

  I let go of her throat and she sways a little on her legs. With one hand on her hip I help her find her balance, then I take her hand again and we continue our way. My playroom is at the end of the hall. I turn around to Heather before I open the door.

  "Everything will be all right," I promise, putting an arm around her middle, and then I push the handle down and let the door swing open.

  The room is dark. I switch the lights on. My kitten flinches and emits a frightened scream as the light reveals the furnishings of the room. She is stiff as I direct her into the playroom, but she does not try to escape. I lead her to the St. Andrew's Cross. On the last paces, she resists, but I don't let go, and drag her with me until we are standing directly in front of the cross.

  Chapter 6

  Heather

  The panic threatens to overwhelm me as we stand directly in front of the cross. I may not have any experience with BDSM, but I am not stupid. I am aware what Alic is up to. He's will tie me to that horrible thing and then probably whip me.

  "Please, Alic – M-master. Not that. Please."

  Alic’s arms embrace me and he holds my head against his shoulder. His scent is flooding me. Familiar and soothing. A hand strokes my head in a calming rhythm.

  "Sshhhh. Settle, kitten," Alic says. "Everything will be fine. You understand, I have to punish you, but I promise you, you can get through this. You are stronger than you think. Surrender to your punishment and I will reward you."

  I close my eyes and relax. For the moment, I try not to think about why the man I know to be a murderer of women can have such an effect on me. When I am so close to him and his scent and warmth envelops me, then all this fades into the background. Without resistance, I allow him to undress me and direct me to the cross, until I stand with my front leaning against it. He lifts one of my arms and fastens it with a leather cuff. Then he does the same with the other arm.

  "Spread your legs, pet," says Alic and directs my legs into the desired position. After he has also strapped my legs, he pushes my hair aside and kisses me on the neck. "I'll be right back, kitten. Settle."

  I hear his footsteps moving away and the opening and closing of drawers. After a while, the steps come closer again. I overcome the urge to turn my head around to him, and stare at the wall in front of me instead. Alic’s hand lies on my back and I shiver at the contact. My nerves lie bare as I think about the possibilities of what he could do to me.

  "Settle, kitten," Alic says gently, and I fall under his influence again. His voice and the warm, strong hand on my back calm me. "Good girl."

  He ties my hair together and pins it on my head. Then he lets his fingers glide feather-like over my exposed back. It feels so good, for a moment I forget why we're here.

  "I'm gonna put earplugs and a blindfold on you now. If you can neither see nor hear, you will experience the whole thing much more intensively. Don’t be afraid, kitten. It won't be as bad as you fear."

  My heart hammers hard in my chest and a heavy feeling settles in my stomach. I am afraid. He will hurt me and he says that without sight and hearing I will experience it even more intensely? This means that I will experience the pain even more. How can he pretend that all this is not bad?

  I startle out of my thoughts as Alic puts in the earplugs. All I hear after that is the rushing of my own blood. Next thing I know, he puts a blindfold on me and my world sinks into darkness. Panic clings to my mind and I fight back against my shackles, screaming. Alic’s hands lay on my back and I feel him placing gentle kisses on my shoulder. His scent penetrates my nose and the panic gradually disappears. My breath becomes regular again and I lean forward. Alic strokes my head and I imagine him whispering praising words into my ear. His hands leave me, and then he must have stepped back, because I can't feel him anymore. Time passes and I have no idea if it is seconds or minutes. Without being able to see or hear anything, I have no idea where Alic is, what he is doing. When suddenly a pain on my back explodes, I scream. I sob. The sudden, unexpected pain overwhelms me. A hand lays calming on my back and gently strokes the aching spot before it disappears again. The next blow hits me on my bottom, and even though I expected it this time, I scream out. Not that it hurts too much, but since I neither see nor hear the blow coming, it is difficult to prepare for it. This time Alic lets his hand slide to my breasts, strokes gently over the sensitive side. My nipples tighten, and I move away from the wall a little so that the hard tips don't rub against the wall anymore.

  More strokes hit my back, bottom and thighs. After each, Alic touches me tenderly. Heat spreads in my core, and I fall into a state of euphoria. It feels as if I am floating and the silent darkness further intensifies the feeling. After another blow to my bottom, Alic’s hand slides between my legs. I moan as his fingers glide through my wet folds. A finger penetrates me. And another. Alic’s hard body presses against me from behind while he fingers me hard.
He kisses my neck before he bites me hard. I scream out in agony, but pain and pleasure are now one. No matter what Alic does to me, painful or lustful, it sends me higher and higher. Alic's free hand finds my clit and rubs it in fast circles. I feel like I'm high. Pure ecstasy flows like liquid fire through my veins. I come hard, and fireworks explode in my darkness. I think I scream Alic’s name, but the orgasm is too overwhelming to experience anything else than the immense pleasure, Alic demands from my body. The climax seems to last forever. When the tremors finally subside, I am so weak that I collapse in my bounds. I am dimly aware that Alic catches me and somehow loosens the shackles. My feet leave the ground and I lie in Alic’s strong arms. I think he carries me across the room. Eventually, he puts me down. I lie on a bed. The bed lowers. Alic is above me. His weight is pressing me into the mattress. I feel his hardness at my opening. Then he is inside me. With one single thrust, he has slammed into me. My flesh struggles to expand for the intruder, and the first thrusts are painful. But then the pain turns to pleasure as my muscles relax around Alic’s shaft. Still blind and deaf, I can only lie there and give in to Alic’s merciless fucking. I race towards the peak again. Warm lips press against mine, and then Alic forces his tongue into my mouth and kisses me so hard that I taste blood. I don't know if it's his or mine, and it doesn't matter. I am consumed by Alic and my own lust until everything around me seems to dissolve into chaos. This time I'm sure I'm screaming Alic's name as my pussy contracts hard around his shaft. A little later I feel his cock twitching inside me and something warm flooding my narrow channel.

  Condom! Alic didn't use a condom!

  Alic

  I feel her suddenly stiffen. I remove the blindfold and the earplugs and gaze down on her. She blinks, and then avoids my gaze.

  "Look at me!"

  When she doesn’t obey, I close my hand around her throat and apply light pressure before repeating my command again. She quickly falls into her submissive role and obeys. Horror is written in her eyes as she looks at me.

  "What's wrong, kitten?"

  "You haven’t... used a condom."

  I smile down at her.

  "And that upsets you so?"

  "I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant. It’s bad enough if you kill me. An innocent chi..."

  "Enough," I say sharply. She furrowed her brow. "First, you can't get pregnant because I gave you an injection. It will protect us from unwanted pregnancy for three months. "Second, I would never kill my child, okay?"

  "Good to hear that you possess at least some scruples," she replies sarcastically.

  "Watch what you say and what tone you take," I say threateningly. "Or do you need more punishment? This time I would make sure you don't enjoy it!"

  Tears shoot into her eyes.

  "I... I've had enough," she sobs. Anger flashes in her eyes. "Why don't we just get it over with? Kill me! It would still be better than being your fucking sex toy. I hate you! You fucking insane bastard!"

  Anger flares up inside me. I jump off the bed and drag her to her feet. She screams and attacks me with her fists and feet. The anger gives her strength and makes her forget the consequences. I fend her off, but let her anger run wild until all power leaves her. I have taken a few scratches from her and will probably get a few bruises, but that doesn't bother me. Grabbing her by the upper arms, I shake her.

  "Are you finished with your little tantrum now?" I ask, irritated.

  "I hate you!" She hisses, but her voice sounds resigned.

  "Your behavior will have consequences," I say and drag her along with me.

  "Where are you taking me?" She shouts as I don’t take the direction of the bedroom, but the one towards the stairs.

  "To the damned dungeon where you can think about your behavior!" I reply grimly.

  She resists my grip and digs her feet into the ground. Without further ado, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. Heather screams bloody murder as I carry her down the stairs. Her nails scratch my back. Yes, my kitten has claws. Not that that would do her any good against me.

  Heather

  My heart is threatening to jump out of my chest. My voice is hoarse from screaming. But no matter how much I struggle and how loudly I protest, Alic continues unperturbed until we descend stairs to the basement. Challenging Alic had been unwise. I knew I didn't stand a chance against him. But I had reached a point where everything suddenly became too much. Even now, when we are moving through a dark corridor, I can't stop raging. I'm so angry that I don't care. If I had a gun now, I would kill Alic without hesitation. I hate that son of a bitch. Hate what he made me into. He plans to kill me, and yet he expects me to submit just because he gives me a couple of orgasms? The guy was out of his mind. Fucking psycho!

  We stop in front of a metal door and Alic opens it. He carries me into a dark room. He puts me on my feet and I sway. Before I can catch myself again, Alic disappears from the room and closes the door behind him. I am in total darkness. The light in the corridor had at least thrown some light into the room. Now it is so dark that I can't even see my hand in front of my eyes. How big is the room? What else is in it besides me? It stinks of rubbish and mold. And it is cold. I am naked. Vulnerable. For a while I stand in shock on the spot, embracing my upper body with my arms. Then the shock slowly turns to panic. I rush forward in the direction where the door must be and stumble. Pain makes me cry out as I hit the floor. Bare concrete floor. I scream. And scream. And scream.

  Alic

  I hear her screams and the impulse to go to her and free her is strong, but I fight it. This is the best I can do to break her. I don’t want to punish her physically. She reacts positive to pain as long as I don't hurt her too badly. So to punish her effectively, I would really have to whip her until she bleeds for me. The thought would have once intrigued me. But it doesn’t now. Ruining her perfect skin with scars is out of the question. No. The isolation in the dark, cold cell will break her without permanent damage. But her screams! Damn it! Why does her screaming get under my skin like that? Why do I care if she's scared? The only thing I should care about is the effect her punishment will have on her obedience. Her screams are getting higher. It's a wonder she hasn't lost her voice yet. Frustrated, I bang my fist against the wall. Then I hurry up the stairs and close the door behind me before I do something stupid like freeing her. Fuck! What I need now is a drink. I'll release Heather from the dungeon in the morning. She'll need a warm bath and I'll probably need to treat a graze or two. Hopefully she'll be more compliant afterwards.

  Chapter 7

  Heather

  I have no idea how much time has passed when the door to my dungeon opens. Without windows, I don’t know what time of day it is. I am so cold that my whole body is numb, and although I am exhausted from screaming and stress, I didn’t sleep a wink.

  Alic comes into the room. Wordlessly, he bends down and picks me up. I lie apathetically in his arms as he carries me from the dark cellar first to the ground floor and then on to the first floor. He takes me into the bathroom next to his bedroom, and places me in the bathtub that is already filled with warm water. My abrasions burn, but I ignore them. They are the least of my problems. It takes a while until the heat sinks into my pores. I am so exhausted that my head tilts to the side, but Alic catches me and keeps me pressed against his body.

  "Can you now sit alone for a minute or two without drowning?" He asks after a while, moving away from me a little, but without letting go of me.

  I nod. That's all I am capable of. Alic lets go of me and hastily removes his clothes. Then he pushes himself into the tub behind me and pulls me to lie with my head leaning on his shoulder.

  "Sorry, kitten. I really hated to do this, but the alternative would be worse."

  I'm not answering anything. I hate him more than ever, but I don't have the strength to fight him. A single tear runs down my cheek as I imagine what my sister might feel. She must be half mad with worry. Even Dad should have forgotten his anger at me in the face
of the situation.

  Slowly the warm water starts to do its work. The cold in my limbs vanishes, and even though I hate and fear Alic, his closeness triggers a calming comfort as always. I close my eyes. Alic washes me carefully. When he lifts me out of the tub at some point and wraps me in a bath towel, I am already nearly asleep. The last thing I remember is Alic laying me down on the bed.

  Alic

  My kitten fell asleep from exhaustion. She probably didn't sleep a wink all night. I shouldn't mind. I didn't feel pity for the other women. But Heather makes me feel things I've never felt before. I'm treating her abrasions and give her an injection of antibiotics. The dungeon is filthy. I don't want to risk the wounds getting infected. It hurts me to see her skin so bruised. The abrasions won't leave scars, but that doesn't change the fact that I hate the marks. And for the first time, I hate myself. I hate what I am. I hate that I do these things to my kitten. That I must either kill her as planned or keep her captive for the rest of her life. I can't let her go. Undecided what to do with my new emotions, I let my gaze wander to Heather's face. She has a small graze on her forehead, but otherwise her face is still flawless. She is so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. My heart feels strangely heavy. I don’t understand what is going on with me. What Heather is doing to me. But I don't like it. It had been so much easier not to feel anything. No conscience. No pity. I don't like these new feelings at all. Sighing, I bend over my kitten and kiss her on her rosy lips. Then I get up and go downstairs where Rosa welcomes me with a disapproving stare. She opens her mouth to say something, but I raise a hand as a warning and she pinches her lips again disapprovingly. Rosa knows that it is better not to irritate me. She doesn't know that I am a serial killer, but she knows that I am not exactly a law-abiding man. That I can be brutal and merciless if I have to.