by Alta Hensley
Expecting to find him in the living room sipping on vodka, I was surprised to see an empty and dimly lit room. Not seeing any other part of the house, I was hesitant to walk around an unknown place in search of him. Who knew what secrets I could unveil by opening a door, and knowing Harley, it was a safe bet there would be many secrets in his hidden swamp estate .
Padding barefoot in nothing but a black negligee that I had packed in the hopes that it would appeal to Harley’s tastes, I walked down a small hallway that led to the kitchen. It was too dark to really make out the details of the room fully, but like the rest of the house, I could see granite counters completely void of any clutter. Copper pots hung over the stove and either they were scrubbed by an expert dishwasher or had never been used because they gleamed and sparkled against the moonlight that shone through the large windows over the sink .
Not seeing Harley, I continued on until I saw a swinging door that opened to a screened porch. Large pillowed chairs and tables were scattered along the porch, but in the far corner, Harley stood with his back toward me. His firm bare ass and muscled back were all I saw, and a renewed desire formed inside of me. Completely naked, he seemed oblivious to the fact that I was there as he stared out upon a large cypress tree with Spanish moss drooping over the calm waters of the bayou. The cool air from earlier during the boat ride had dissipated to a heavy thickness. Humid like most Louisiana nights, I still got a shiver as he gazed over his shoulder at me with intense eyes and a slight smirk from lips I craved to feel against mine .
“Nice view,” I said as I walked toward him .
He returned his stare to the scenery and nodded. “I’ve traveled a large part of the world, but there is something about the bayou that calls to me. I knew I had to make this place home .”
“I wasn’t talking about that view,” I admitted huskily as I ran my palm along the curve of his ass, surprising myself with my boldness .
Harley spun around and took hold of my hips, pulling me to him. His hardness pressed up against my frame, and I couldn’t conceal the smile of victory of being able to elicit a reaction so quickly and from just a simple caress .
Raising the black satin of my negligee up, he exposed my bare bottom half, and I moaned in anticipation of what was to come. My nipples hardened against the nightie, revealing my painful need for more than just a touch on the hips .
“Do I really not scare you at all?” he growled into my ear as he followed it with a nip to my lobe. “Not at all ?”
“Why would I be scared of you ?”
“I kill people for a living. That usually scares people .”
“Do you plan on killing me?” I asked as I arched my head to the side as he kissed a trail of electric touches along the length of my outstretched neck .
“Is it smart to trust me if I say no ?”
Lifting the satin fabric even higher, he positioned his thick cock to where it pressed against my pussy, still sore in the most delightful of ways from earlier, but even hungrier than before. His hand moved from where it firmly held my hip and slid to the crux of my ass and squeezed. I stood up on tiptoe, hoping to get his cock closer to my needy hole. I wanted him inside of me again, and I had no shame in feeling so. When the tip of his cock brushed against my clit, I gasped while I thrust my hands into the thickness of his hair .
The man had mercy on me because he dipped his fingers between the folds of my sex and pressed his finger inside of me with enough force that I nearly felt as if I would be completely lifted from the ground. Like a puppet master, he controlled my body with every thrusting move of his finger, adding a second one before I could even process the full impact of the first one .
“This cunt’s wet for me,” he said as he drove his finger in as far as he could possibly go .
I nodded my head as my eyes rolled back and my mouth opened on a moan that remained locked inside. I liked being this wet. I wanted him to feel how much he turned me on. I wanted my juices to coat his entire hand so there would be no doubt how much I wanted this man .
Pulling out of my pussy, he wrapped his arm around my body and pressed up against my anus with his coated finger from behind. I hissed as his finger pushed into my hole that was still extremely sensitive from the anal hook that had pulled my flesh to near agonizing yet tantalizing levels .
“Does it hurt?” he asked as he drove his finger into my tight channel. “Still sore from the hook ?”
“Yes,” I purred, driving my pussy back against his cock, hoping he would replace the fingers that had been in my pussy with his dick .
“But you like pain.” He added the second wet finger inside my tight hole and scissored them enough to stretch my punished puckered entrance to where I couldn’t help but tense and press my face to his chest .
“Yes! Yes!” My cries were muffled against the warmth of his chest as he continued to press and manipulate his fingers in my ass. The biting sting forced the moan of desire from my lips .
“Can you cum from my fingers fucking your ass ?”
No, of course not . But my body disagreed. A building sensation from deep in my ass worked its way to the surface. Was it possible to orgasm from anal play? I certainly hadn’t experienced anything of the sort, but as the most taboo explosion bubbled to the surface with every movement of Harley’s fingers, I knew that I was about to experience just that. Harley rubbed the head of his dick all around my clit only heightening the sensation in my body more .
Delving his fingers deeper into my ass and then pressing just the tip of his cock into my pussy, I shuddered around his digits and mewled in foreign rapture as my body nearly collapsed against his .
“My dirty girl,” he growled into my ear as he removed his cock even though I wanted its entire length buried inside of me. He also removed his fingers, which had me moaning even more .
I could barely stand as my legs wobbled beneath me. I was relieved when Harley took hold of my shoulders and pushed me down to kneel on the ground. I knew what he wanted, and knew what was expected of me the minute my eyes stared directly at his hardened cock. Not needing any prodding or dominant command, I took hold of his shaft, brought its large girth to my mouth, and took one long lick from the base to the head. The coolness of the tile beneath my knees helped ground me to the heated desire that still pulsated inside my pussy and ass. It was my turn to give this man the same pleasure he’d just given me. I liked sucking a man off. There was a certain power it gave me. I loved the sound of a man moaning and gasping from a swipe of my tongue. But with Mr. Harley Crow, I wanted to make the man howl like the beast I knew him to be .
I liked the feeling of having him tower over me, but I wanted full control to be able to suck and lick at whatever angle I chose. So without asking, I stood and pressed against his shoulders until he took the few steps backwards to the corner of the porch where a wicker chair meant for reading in the warm days while listening to the frogs croak and cranes call out to their mates sat waiting. Tonight, however, that worn chair would be used as Harley’s throne while I knelt at his feet and became his servant. It pleased me to see that Harley offered no resistance, though, as I glanced down at his dick standing at attention, I knew not to push my limits by making the man wait any longer .
Positioning my body—kneeling between his legs—I took hold of his cock and guided it to my lips. Looking up into his hooded eyes, I lowered my mouth all the way down, licking a delicious trail as I did so. The first moan of many to come escaped his lips as his eyes closed and his head tilted back in sexual gratification. Up and down, I worked my mouth on his huge mass, driving him deeper into the back of my throat each time I did so. The lower I went, the more he moaned. Yes, my king liked the tightness and pressure of my throat as I masterfully controlled the urge to gag or choke as I deep throated his cock. I was a good servant, and he would see that as I continued to swirl my tongue around the vein that ran along the back of his shaft. Glancing up to his face to make sure I saw nothing but pure bliss, I pulled his cock out of
my mouth so that I could lick and blow lightly along the slickened surface. His breath hitched and his abs tightened as I ran my tongue up and down his entire length, pausing every so often to exhale my hot breath against his flesh .
“Fuck,” he hissed as his dick involuntarily jerked. “So fucking good .”
I smiled in satisfaction as I lowered my mouth back over his cock and moaned. The vibration of my deep deliverance against his hardness caused him to join me with a low and guttural moan of his own. I had him. The control was mine. And as I began to raise and lower my head at a quicker rate, I knew I’d taste his seed in mere moments. Taking a hold of the base of his shaft, I bobbed my head up and down in a rhythmic and increasing speed as his body tensed .
With a roar that filled the screened-in porch and blended with the sounds of the wild outside, Harley came in my mouth. The salty thickness as his dick flexed heavily against my tongue, filled me with my own satisfaction. And as I swallowed every last drop, Harley’s fingers laced in my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. I rested my cheek on the inside of his thigh, inhaling deeply as the intoxicating scent of Harley’s pleasure filled my soul .
10
Marlowe
I often wake up in different environments like a hotel or another man’s bedroom with a start. A bolt of fright surges through me for a split second as I come to the realization of where I am. I’ve always hated the unease of waking in a foreign bed, and especially if I woke up next to a man I barely knew. But this morning was different. There was no jolt of anything but contentment. I’d actually had an amazing sleep and woke with a sense of peace that I couldn’t remember feeling in a long time, if ever. The sunlight cast its early morning rays through the large bay window that overlooked the bayou. The abundant trees, lush ferns, pussy willows, and Spanish moss draped over most of Mother Nature in a protective embrace, painting the perfect picture. One could lie in bed in these soft cotton sheets all day staring out the window at the swampy beauty. So much light in Harley’s airy room for such a dark man .
Rolling over onto my back as slowly as I could in order not to wake Harley, that familiar bolt of fright attacked when I discovered him not lying in the bed beside me. It went away, however, when I saw a handwritten note on the pillow where he had once slept .
I left to pick up some beignets for breakfast. Coffee is in the kitchen. Help yourself to anything while I’m gone. I’ll hurry back .
~Harley
I must have been exhausted to have slept through him sneaking out of bed and starting the boat to leave. I normally woke at the tiniest noise. I looked at the note again. I liked his handwriting. And I liked the fact that he was worried about feeding me and giving me caffeine in the morning. It made him more human. Not the big bad boogiemonster one would think when hearing the name Harley Crow. And what would that same one think of me knowing what I’d done with the man last night ?
Wild. Insane. Hot as fuck. Everything was so new, so wrong, but so incredibly right .
Who’s Afraid of the Dark ?
Not me. Definitely not me .
We still had two more days per the contract, and I had no idea how Harley could top last night, but I was pretty sure he would. That man… now that I’d had my fix, I was sure I would become a full-fledged junkie. I wanted more. I wanted so much more .
Deciding that I should try to clean up and be presentable by the time he returned with breakfast, I slowly climbed out of bed. My body still hummed in fading pleasure, though I ached in places as well. Yet, the dull throb only made me crave for it to intensify again .
But first, it was time to start the day. I needed coffee before hopping in the shower and realized my sexy black nightie wasn’t exactly appropriate for anyone’s eyes but Harley’s. There was a possibility of running into Layla. Maybe she didn’t have a kitchen of her own in the guesthouse. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my body or what I’m sure Layla knew we had done last night, but I still wanted to be more respectful in the morning light. I also didn’t want to be that girl who just assumed I could take a shirt out of Harley’s closet to wear, but I didn’t really have a choice. He had said to help myself to anything .
Padding barefoot against the cool tiled floor to the double door walk-in closet, I decided I wouldn’t poke around too much. Find a simple tee shirt and close it up. I refused to snoop even though Harley had practically handed the opportunity to do so over to me. I wondered what was inside all those drawers of his. More toys and implements like he had used last night? Did he have an arsenal of weapons he would use on women, just like I’m sure he had an arsenal of weapons stashed away all over his home to kill ?
When I opened the closet, I smiled widely. For some reason, I had actually expected to see what I saw before me. Black. I would have the choice of a black shirt, or a black shirt to wear. And if I didn’t like the black shirt, I could pick another black shirt. Every item of clothing was also perfectly ironed. Not a single wrinkle in the fabric. Each shirt hung in a nice little organized row on wooden hangers. Even his shoes—black shoes—were lined up in a perfect uniform row. Nothing was messy. Not a speck of dust in the far corners of the closet. Not a cobweb to be found. This man kept an impeccable closet. Who in the hell kept an impeccable closet ?
Trying to not overanalyze why Harley was clearly such a clean freak, I pulled one of the shirts over my head and walked out of his room. A steaming mug of coffee was calling my name, though I practically felt high on life. I hadn’t been this content and happy in so long —
Oh my fucking God !
Stepping into the living room was like being punched in the gut. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t do anything but stare in disbelief .
Layla was lying face down in a pool of blood. Her blood! Oh my God! Oh God. She was dead! She was fucking dead! I couldn’t see her face. I didn’t want to see her face. Thank God I couldn’t see her face .
Panic set in, though I still stood frozen in place. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Layla! Layla! She was dead in Harley Crow’s house !
What was I going to do ?
“Harley!” I managed to scream, though my voice didn’t match the intense ringing in my ears. My vision tunneled and my heart thumped so hard against my chest it actually hurt. “Harley!” I screamed louder this time .
Wait, he was gone. He’d left !
Who did this? Who killed Layla? Oh that poor woman !
Do I call the police? Do I run ?
I took a cautious step toward Layla’s bloody, limp body and examined it for any signs of life. There was so much blood. So much blood! I couldn’t see anything or where her wound even started. Was her head bashed in? Was her throat sliced open? I couldn’t tell because of all the blood .
I glanced at the front door but remembered that the only way to leave was by boat. Harley had the boat. There were other boats but where were the keys? His house was safe, he had said. Only one way on and off the property. It was safe! No! It wasn’t safe! Layla was dead !
“Harley!” I screamed again, though I had no reason why. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there …
Hysteria washed over me like an ocean wave tossing my nearly drowned body to shore, but not before dragging me along the coral studded reefs, shredding my flesh to pieces .
“Harley’s not here, bitch,” came a deep man’s voice from my right .
Before I could comprehend what was going on, two masked men in all black rushed toward me. The bigger of the two grabbed me by the neck and threw me back against the wall .
“Where is he?” the man asked. His breath smelled of cigarettes and coffee. He had blue eyes. That was all I saw other than black. A black mask inches from my face .
I tried to shake my head, but his grip only squeezed more. “I don’t know,” I squeaked out .
“Don’t lie to me,” the man said, pressing me harder against the wall .
“He left to get breakfast. I woke and found a note .”
It hurt to talk. It hurt to breathe. He
was going to kill me. I would suffocate and be left for dead right beside Layla .
The man didn’t say anything to me, but waited as if I would have something more to say .
“Fuck it,” the other man said from behind my attacker. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll get Harley Crow another time .”
The grip around my neck weakened, and a shred of hope filled my core that I may actually get out of this situation alive. They had masks on. I wouldn’t be able to identify them. Maybe they would allow me to live .
“Take her with us,” the man from behind added. “Nothing will piss off Harley more than kidnapping his woman .”
No, no, no, no , no .
“I’m not his girl,” I said quickly, only being rewarded with the grip of my neck tightening once again .
“Shut up, bitch,” the blue-eyed man demanded .
He was angry. I didn’t want him to be angry. But they had to know I wasn’t Harley’s girlfriend .
“We’ve been watching you since last night. We followed you here. We saw what you did. Don’t fucking lie to us .”
“I’m nobody to him,” I wheezed out. “It was only last night. One night .”
The man took me by the throat and banged my head against the wall in warning. It wasn’t hard enough to knock me out, but it certainly got my attention. “I said shut the fuck up .”
“Here, use this rope and tie her up .”
The man spun me around and pulled my arms forcibly behind my back. The rope scraped against my skin as he weaved and looped it around my hands .
“Please,” I begged. “I swear I’m not Harley’s girlfriend. We just had sex once last night. He won’t care about me. Just let me go, and I won’t say a word. I’ll leave. I didn’t see you. All I see are masks.” I said the words so fast, like rapid gunfire, in the hopes that I could get them out before he would force me to be silent again .
