Beauty and the Dark

by Georgia Le Carre

  “Yes,” I admit, my heart bubbling over with happiness.

  “Are you happy?” Her voice is oddly expressionless, as if she is afraid of my answer.

  “Yes, yes, I am,” I say quickly.

  She sighs. “Oh, Sofia. I love you so much.”

  “Me too,” I say, my eyes flooding with new tears. “Lena, I’ve got something to tell and show you when I see you.”

  “What is it?” she asks, her voice instantly flooding with anxiety.

  “It’s not a bad thing. I thought it was, but it’s not. It’s all okay.”

  “Are you sure?” she asks uncertainly.

  “Yes, I’m very sure.”

  “What time do you want me to send Rodger to pick you up?”

  “Can I call you back after I have spoken to Jack?”

  “Okay. Just call on my mobile because I have to pop into the village soon. Do you want anything from there?”

  “No.” There is not a thing I can think of at the moment except Jack in my bed waiting for me.

  “How about one of those cream cakes from the bakery?”

  “Okay,” I say with a laugh.

  “Chocolate or strawberry?”

  “Chocolate.”

  “All right then. Call me when you know.”

  “I will. Lena?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Did Mika miss me last night?”

  “Badly. She refused to stop crying. I had to bring her into our bedroom before she stopped, but when I woke up this morning she was curled up at the bottom of our bed and sleeping peacefully,” she says.

  I laugh. “Next time I’ll bring her down with me.”

  “Brilliant idea,” she agrees.

  “All right then. Speak to you soon.”

  “Oh, wait a minute. Irina wants to say hello.”

  Irina comes on the phone and babbles something to me and I babble right back to her. As I put the phone down I feel my heart swell with all the love I am surrounded by.

  I pull a throw from one of the armchairs and drape it around my body as I walk back to the bedroom. I stop at the doorway. Jack is lying naked on the bedcovers. His dick is so hard it is at right angles to his body. He raises his eyebrows.

  “What?” I ask coyly.

  “What’s with the blanket?” he asks, and there is that look in his eyes again.

  I shrug.

  “Don’t you want me to see your pussy?”

  My heart starts racing with excitement. I nod.

  “In that case …” He crooks his finger and I walk towards him and stand by the side of the bed. Reaching under the throw, he slides his hand up my thigh. “Open,” he commands.

  I spread my legs and he slips a finger into me. I moan. He moves it in and out of me, as if testing for slickness.

  “Are you going to fight me about the blanket?” he asks softly.

  I shake my head.

  “Good. Lose it.”

  I grasp a handful of material and pull it off my body.

  He growls with satisfaction, his eyes greedily watching his finger plunging in and out of me. He takes his finger out, feeds it into his mouth and sucks it while pre-cum leaks from him. I bend my head and lick his thick cream. Like for like. He smiles.

  “Get on your back and open up for me,” he says.

  I do as he asks. Grabbing his cock, he rubs the massive tip in my wetness before thrusting in. I cry out at the sudden intrusion.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he snarls.

  Holding still inside me to allow me to adjust to his size, he lowers his face and sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. My hips jerk upwards to accommodate more of him and he begins to rut away. The headboard smacks the wall with each hard slam and I groan loudly at each pass.

  “You like me to cum in your sweet cunt, Princess?’

  I moan and his hips thrust faster.

  The bed rocks like a boat in the ocean. Small, weird, animal-like cries come out of my mouth, but I can’t stop them and I don’t care to. I’m about to have my fifth climax. My thighs clench his cock as my body arches off the bed. The tip of the iceberg breaks and the whole damn thing crumbles into the sea in one giant show of fierce heat and pure ecstasy.

  He thrusts as hard as he can and climaxes deep inside, filling me with his warm seed.

  Twenty-seven

  Jack

  I’m too old to be so fucking insane for a girl, but I can’t bear the thought of letting her go. I feel as horny as fuck, even though I’ve just fucked her in the shower. I want her to stay in my bed this night and every night from now on, but she tells me she needs to go back.

  Her puppy misses her!

  Fucking hell, I miss her.

  Anyway, we agree that she’ll go back and get her dog and the three of us will spend the weekend together. But I hate the thought of her going back to Cheshire. I mean, any random man could be looking at her, touching her. A red haze fills my brain at the thought of another man touching her.

  Fuck, see what I mean by going insane for a chick.

  I’ve got an eleven o’clock appointment that I’ve already missed and my secretary/receptionist is droning on in my ear about it.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in time for the 11.30,” I tell her.

  I let her chew my ear off for a bit more. She deserves it for putting up with some of our patients, and she’s probably taken a bit of shit for my missed morning appointments. Besides I’m in an excellent mood this morning.

  “I’m thinking of giving you a raise,” I say.

  She stops mid-sentence. “How much?”

  I laugh. She’s Irish all right. “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”

  “I’ll be sitting right here waiting,” she comes back crisply.

  I ring off still smiling.

  “You seem to be on really good terms with your secretary,” Sofia comments.

  “Yeah, we get on.”

  “Oh, so how old is she?”

  Is she fucking jealous? The idea is intriguing. “Hmmm … not sure,” I say softly, “but she looks good for her age.”

  Her eyes widen, and I see the flash of jealously that she can’t hide. It makes my cock jerk. I hate (as in I’d rather be boiled alive) jealous women fucking clinging on and checking up on me, but right now I can’t get enough of her jealousy. I want to see her hurt for me.

  Her eyes dull and she quickly drops her face, her beautiful hair sliding forward to cover her cheeks, and instantly I feel bad for teasing her. Just knowing she can hurt for me is enough. I never want to cause her even a moment of hurt. She’s suffered enough in her short life.

  I pull her towards me and her body molds to mine. I put a finger under her chin and lift it up. “Karen’s happily married and she’s not my type, anyway,” I tell her.

  The sparkle comes back to her eyes. “Oh yeah?”

  I kiss her cute nose. “Yeah.”

  “What’s your type then?” she asks, licking her bottom lip. Heavens above, my girl is flirting with me.

  I grind her hips so she can feel my rigid cock. “I’m looking at her.”

  “I never dreamed it could be like this,” she whispers.

  “Neither did I,” I confess.

  She looks up at me with her mouth slightly parted, and God knows what it is about this woman, but I have to fight not to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, or better still take her against the wall. Standing sex. We haven’t done that yet. So many things we haven’t done. But I got my stupid 11.30 appointment with another pointless celebrity waiting for me.

  Then she bites her bottom lip. The little minx did that purposely.

  “Stop doing that,” I growl.

  Her eyes go big. “What this?” she says, and bites it again.

  Oh, fuck. I’m in so much trouble. All I want to do is stuff my cock into her lush mouth. Fuck my 11.30. I’ll reschedule and work through my lunch hour on Monday, or something. Anything.

  I grip my Princess’s hips tighter and push her body away
from mine.

  “What are you doing?” she asks innocently, but her eyes are glazed, the pupils massive. She’s so turned on I can smell her pussy. The scent is actually driving me crazy.

  “It’s your fault I’ve got an erection. So get on your knees and suck me off,” I tell her as I unbuckle my belt and take my cock out of my boxers.

  With a secretive little smile she gets on her knees and looks up at me through her eyelashes. Very, very flirtatious and very, very, very sexy.

  “Open up, Princess,” I say holding my cock.

  She opens her mouth and I feed my cock into her sweet mouth. With a groan I rake my fingers through her long, silky hair. She sucks me softly, closing her eyes, and moaning with the taste of my cock. It’s so hot to see a woman enjoy sucking me off so much that I almost climax right then and there. I clench my hands in her hair. I don’t want it to be over yet.

  Slowly but surely she sucks me to the back of her throat until every inch is inside her. I look down at her, and I swear it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock completely buried in her face. She does this little thing with her tongue that feels as if she’s milking my dick for cum. More cum leaks out of me and gets swallowed by her.

  Oh fuck. No one has given me head like this before. I want it to last forever, but it’s so good I can’t last much longer. I throw my head back and feel the thick veins in my shaft pulsing and throbbing, ready to shoot my load. I try to stop myself from climaxing, and a massive shiver goes through my body.

  Realizing I’m going to nut, she starts sucking harder and deeper.

  “I want you to drink down my cum so that when I leave here I know you’ve got my cum in your belly,” I growl, gripping her hair and pulling her towards my groin.

  I shoot my load and her throat closes over my dick as she swallows every last drop. The only thing on my mind is the craving to push her on the floor and eat her pussy, but she is on her feet in a flash and tucking my cock back into my underpants.

  “You don’t want to miss your 11.30,” she whispers.

  I devour her lips and mouth, and then I run out of that apartment as if the devil is snapping at my heels, because all I want to do is drag her back to bed, and fuck her sweet pussy again and again.

  Twenty-eight

  Sofia

  As I leave the castle with Mika’s warm body tucked under my arm, Lena gently warns me not to fall in love too quickly. Because I have never known kindness from a man she believes I might be susceptible to falling hard at the first act of kindness. I don’t tell her she is too late. I have already succumbed. Hard and big.

  I can’t fully describe my magical weekend with Jack and Mika. After all the pain I had been through I can’t believe I can be so lucky. It is just perfect. I’ve never known such happiness. I arrive at Jack’s place in the afternoon. His apartment looks unlived in. It’s very modern and kind of cold actually. The kitchen is completely brand new. It looks like it has never been used. There is not a scratch on all the highly polished surfaces. I open his fridge, and there is nothing in it but an out-of-date carton of milk, a six pack of beer, and a slab of butter.

  We go shopping at the little corner shop. A sweet Polish woman serves us. We buy milk, eggs, bacon, bread, strawberry jam, cereal, popcorn and ice cream from her.

  That night we order pizza and the three of us of make pigs of ourselves. I eat so much I can hardly move. When Jack carries me to his bed and buries his face between my legs, Mika sits on her bed and watches until she is certain that the animal sounds I am making are not distress calls. Then she lays her head down and closes her eyes contentedly.

  Every time Jack wakes me up to rut, she raises her head curiously, but she never tries to come on the bed. In the morning I offer to make breakfast, but Jack says he’d rather I save my energy for fucking, and off he heads into the kitchen.

  He comes back with two plates of burnt eggs. I laugh and we eat cereals and popcorn and ice cream in bed instead. Well, what can I say? Ice cream, bed, and Jack. Dirty sheets. Wicked combination.

  In the shower, the water bounces off his eyelashes and nose as he pours body shampoo into the palm of his hand. I watch him rub his palms and cup my breasts. The water, the silk of the soap suds, his hot hands. It all makes me quite dizzy. He washes my hair, his hands hypnotic and sensuous. He sucks my skin and leaves little hickeys all over my body.

  “I like seeing them,” he says.

  “Why?” I ask.

  He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks it for some time. “Men are like dogs. They like to mark their territory.”

  “Am I your territory?”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  Afterwards, we take Mika to the park. While we walk I have to try not to think about his hard body walking next to me and how quickly his cock will respond if I just brush my hand against him.

  A woman with a pitbull walks by us and Mika stops to smell him. I am terrified, but it is Mika who gets aggressive. She jumps on his back, then growls at him. The woman just laughs. She thinks it’s cute. But I know her dog can break Mika’s neck in half. Horrified, I snatch Mika up and hold her close to my body.

  “Stupid Mika,” I scold. “Don’t do that again.”

  Mika whines and shows me her sad eyes. I can never stay angry. I pepper her head with kisses. “I’m sorry I shouted at you,” I croon into her warm silky-soft ear.

  “You really love her, don’t you?” Jack notes quietly.

  “Yes, she is my daughter.”

  He nods and we carry on walking.

  We stop at a pancake café and sit at one of the small, rickety tables outside. I know my nose must be red with cold, but he looks at it as if it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. When he looks at me like that I feel as if I have been transported into a movie or another realm. The waitress comes and Jack orders half the menu. She raises her eyebrows. “One pancake is usually sufficient for one person,” she reminds.

  I laugh. “Are we going to eat all that?”

  “Of course not. But this moment feels like a dream. And dreams should be abundant.”

  I know exactly what he means. That is what I have been feeling too. As if I am in a dream. At any moment I could wake up.

  Our order arrives. Plates upon plates of steaming pancakes. The waitress drags another table over and joins it to ours. I stare at all the food. It seems a shame to waste it, but I couldn’t give up this moment. The cold, Jack, Mika, the people passing us as if we don’t exist. I have never been in such a situation. It is perfect.

  Jack has the breakfast pancake with eggs and bacon, and I try the one with figs and honey and walnuts. I pour syrup over it all, cut a piece and put it in my mouth. It’s absolutely delicious. Part of the dream I am dreaming.

  “Let’s try a bit of everything,” I say.

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  I reach for the blueberry cream pancake, tear a corner, slip it into my mouth and chew it.

  He stares at me in silence. As if watching me eat is the most wondrous thing ever.

  “Stop staring,” I say, embarrassed.

  He runs his finger on the inside of my wrist. “I could watch you eat all day, Princess.”

  “Why do you call me Princess?”

  “You live in a castle, don’t you?”

  I nod.

  “The only fairytale I remember reading is Beauty and the Beast. That’s me and you, babe.”

  I giggle. “You’re no beast.”

  “Let anybody try taking you away from me.” There is no accompanying smile in his face. He is dead serious.

  “Nobody else wants me,” I murmur.

  He scowls. “There better fucking not be.”

  I laugh and eat until my jeans feel tight. “I can’t move,” I say, rubbing my belly.

  “Want me to carry you home?”

  I laugh. I’ve never been so happy in my life. “I’m going to get so fat,” I complain.

  “Good,” he says heartily. “I like a
bit of meat on my woman.”

  My woman. I like the sound of that.

  It starts drizzling. The waitress comes out waving her hands frantically. There is something wrong with the mechanism that controls the awning so she wants to move all our food and us inside.

  “No,” I say.

  She looks at me as if I am mad. “The food will get wet.”

  “Bring us the bill,” Jack tells her.

  We settle the bill. Jack puts Mika into his jacket and we walk in the rain back to his home. When we get in we tear at each other’s clothes. As if three hours without each other’s body is too long. We have sex on the floor. I open my body to him, to each hard thrust, and the semen when it comes. I welcome it as it spurts thick and deep into my waiting body.

  Jack picks me off the floor. “Come on, Princess. Let’s do it properly on the bed.”

  Twenty-nine

  Sofia

  I’m lying on a hospital bed in my private room waiting to be prepped for my surgery when Jack walks in. I stare at him. It is a strange thing to see him in his scrubs. I never thought it possible, but he looks even more handsome than he normally does. Butterflies flutter about in my stomach.

  “Are you nervous?” I ask him.

  He grins confidently. “No. Are you?”

  “No. I trust you implicitly.”

  “Good. Can I have a taste?”

  My eyes widen. “What?”

  “One last taste before they wheel you in.”

  I shake my head at his brazenness. “That’s not very professional, is it?”

  “Nope. And that’s the way it’ll be forever between us.”

  He locks the door and walks over to me, mischief in his eyes. He lifts the white gown. “Go on. Be a dirty girl, for me.”

  I hesitate only for a second. What the hell. I want it as much as he does. I spread my legs and he swipes his tongue along my seam. Then he eats my pussy, the way only Jack Irish knows how until all the stars collide and I shatter on his tongue.

  “I’ve left a wet spot on the bed now. The nurses will see it,” I say.

  “Don’t worry about it, Princess. They’re used to all kinds of bodily fluids on the bed.”