Devilishly Wicked Dreams

by Barb Shuler

  I nodded. I couldn't lie. He was a very nice looking man and the way his eyes moved over first Jarrod and then me had a fire burning through me. Jarrod’s hand moved down my neck and as it trailed down my body I shifted in the chair. I needed him to touch me, to make me feel again. My body was primed and ready to do anything he needed me to. Jarrod’s fingers found my core and plunged into the wetness there. Two fingers had me jerking and moaning as he thrust them into me. Fast and hard.

  I couldn't breathe.

  “Oh… God…” I whimpered as my body writhed in pleasure.

  His long, meaty fingers thrusting into me was overwhelming my senses. My mind was a wash of euphoria. Just as I started to feel my orgasm build, he suddenly stopped. I groaned in protest as I tried to catch my breath.

  I watched, fascinated as Jarrod moved to the bed, pushing the other woman away and pulling Corbin towards him. Corbin rose up on his knees while Jarrod licked his lips. Corbin, all six foot of him, folded himself over as he took Jarrod’s cock into his mouth.

  “Jesus,” I groaned out.

  I shifted in the chair as Jarrod moved to lay down on the bed. Corbin groaned, and let's just be honest, that sound mixed with Jarrod’s deep guttural growl of pleasure as his hands fisted in Corbin’s shaggy hair, had my hand going to my wet slit. I slid my fingers through it, letting them tease that one spot that had me jerking in pleasure.

  “She… learns… Sir,” Corbin panted out as he released Jarrod’s cock. Jarrod grunted out something that I didn’t understand and Corbin went back to his cock. He swallowed him down and slowly worked his way back to the tip. Corbin’s tongue teased Jarrod, whose head fell back as ‘his pet’ continued to swallow his cock.

  Corbin doesn't stop his sucking, but I see him shift Jarrod slightly so that he can watch me touch myself. My fingers move faster, matching his mouth moving over Jarrod’s cock.

  I moan, shifting my hips so I'm hitting just the right spot. My body starts to tighten and before I can let my fingers stroke over that spot that's going to make me soar Jarrod is before me on his knees.

  “I must taste,” he says. He grips my legs and presses them back. I cry out as his mouth moves to cover my pussy. It was as if my mind fogged over. His tongue lapped at me as his grip tightened on my legs. My thighs quivered.

  “J-Jarr…” I screamed, my body convulsing into a tight ball of muscles.

  His tongue was flicking against that spot and it was all I could do to not lose what little air I had. Panting, I tried to pull myself away from him but it was no use. He had me just the way he wanted and he wasn't letting me go. My hips rocked. My heart raced and again, after his tongue and now fingers assaulted my center.

  I was coming undone.

  Literally.

  As my orgasm hit, spots appeared in my vision and then… nothing.

  6

  My feet were moving quickly as I made my way up the somewhat worn path. I was carrying a basket of lemon muffins I’d helped Mother make earlier. I was scared and in a hurry. I’d been on the way up the path, through the darkest thicket of trees when I saw a small yellow and red butterfly. It was so beautiful. I was following the butterfly when it flew over the bushes just off the path. I knew I shouldn’t have gone after it, I was always told to stay on the path, but it was pulling me towards it.

  I’d been wearing the small caped shawl that my grandmother had given me for my last birthday when I went towards the bushes. Now, well, now I was only wearing a portion of it.

  I’d set the basket down on a small rocky area and moved passed the bushes in search of the butterfly. I was surrounded by shadows when something tugged the back of my shawl, my cape. I screamed and pulled, trying to get free of whatever had me.

  Glowing eyes pierced through the darkness around me. I stumbled towards the bushes where I’d come in at. I needed to get away. I needed to get to my grandmothers’ house!

  There were tears in my eyes when I stumbled forward, falling into the bushes, scraping my skin. Something had pushed me, or I think that’s what happened. It didn’t matter, I needed to get to Grandmothers’.

  When I got to grandmother's yard I started to run, tears falling freely now. I beat my little fist against the door. Grandmother opened it for me quickly. I moved inside, dropped the basket and wrapped myself around her legs, sobbing.

  “Sweet girl, what’s the matter?” she asked as her hand landed on the back of my head.

  I was too upset to speak. It wasn’t until my grandmother saw the rip in my shawl that she scooped me up. She vibrated as a sound left her. I held onto her neck tightly. I remember her speaking to someone, I never saw them but her words were too low to hear over my tears.

  I cling to her for an eternity. Grandmother soothes me with her soft words, and her warmth. I had been upset enough that Grandmother let me spend the night with her. The next morning, I had felt better and was able to walk back home with no incidents, though I didn’t leave the path that time either.

  My mother had been waiting for me at the yards’ edge when I broke free of the trees. I thought she would have been mad that I left the path and messed up my clothes but she wasn’t.

  She’d hugged me, lifted me up and carried me inside. I’d been made to stay inside for a few weeks before I was allowed to go to grandmother's again.

  When my eyes opened again, leaving my dream behind, I was in a huge bed. A very soft bed at that. It wasn't my bed, though. I groaned softly as I blinked my eyes open and closed a few times.

  What happened?

  I looked around the room and rubbed at my face. I gave up trying to figure out what exactly had happened. I felt rested, though I was a little sore. I yawned softly and slid off the high bed. It was then that the chill of the air hit me. I looked down and realized that I was naked. A blush heated my cheeks when I remembered what had taken place earlier. It could have been a dream, but the soreness told me it wasn’t.

  I grabbed a red and white checkered blanket from the bed and wrapped it around me.

  As I padded my way from the room I had been sleeping in I realized that I was still in Grandmother’s house. I relaxed and rubbed at my sleepy eyes again. The images running through me now, a repeat of earlier had me flushing again.

  The thoughts had me smiling softly. I should have felt in some way, worried, ashamed, maybe even unhappy with what happened here, but I wasn’t. Something about it was familiar. Something about Jarrod was familiar, right even. That was a weird thought… but it sent a warmth of content through me.

  Even if it had been a dream and I was able to speak of it, Mother would have me in church praying for forgiveness until I was purple from lack of oxygen.

  As my feet hit the landing I called out to my grandmother. I needed to know what really happened when I got here. And why I was still naked. She could have dressed me… or someone could have.

  “Grandmother!” I made my way towards the kitchen where I heard voices. “It’s freaking freezing in here. I’m naked, what the heck? This is just crazy.” I muttered to myself. I heard the voices from behind the kitchen door get louder as I got closer to it.

  “She’s coming,” someone said softly from the other side of the door.

  “You should tell her now, Jarrod.”

  “We need to make sure she is ready for this. It’s important that she’s ready for the information.”

  “She's not good enough for you!” A woman shrieked.

  There was a thud, a whimper and then silence. I laid my hand against the door and took in a small breath, then pushed the door open. I came to a dead stop when four sets of eyes met mine. The woman I had heard was the one from earlier. The woman - Jezebel - was on her knees before a rather large man. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock and for a moment I stood there, fascinated by the sight. My attention shifted to my Grandmother as she came in.

  “My sweet Angel, are you alright?” Grandmother asked. Her sweet voice flowed over me and I instantly felt calm. I moved to hug her. I pulled back and
it was then that I realized she didn’t really look like my grandmother. Not like she had the last time I had seen her. It was as if she had transformed before my eyes.

  I blinked but the new image of her didn’t change. She was younger. Her skin wasn’t wrinkled. Her hair wasn’t gray. Her tanned, smooth skin was barely covered as she stood there in a very short pair of jean shorts and a bra like top.

  “What's going on here?!” I asked, stepping away from her. She stood back and raised a brow at me.

  “Whatever do you mean, Angel?”

  “Y-you. Them. Him. That!” I said each word as I pointed around the room before my eyes landed on the woman from earlier, or my dream, God, I was so confused now. What was going on? Was this what a mental breakdown was like?

  I met the person that was supposed to be my grandmother’s gaze. “You have such big eyes.” I muttered as I turned around to look at the rest of the room. Jarrod stood there, big and muscled. His chest was bare, as were his arms and legs. He stood in only a pair of black basketball shorts. Every muscle shifted as he moved closer. His eyes roamed my body and I took yet another step back.

  “What big eyes you have,” I whispered more to myself than anyone else.

  He moved closer as he spoke, “The better to see you with.”

  “What big hands you have,” I responded when I saw him tighten them into fists.

  “The better to hold you down with.”

  I swallowed hard as his golden gaze met mine. “What a big mouth you have.”

  “The better to taste you with.”

  My heart hammered as he moved to pin me against the wall. My arms were in one of his hands before I could react. The blanket fell from my body. I closed my eyes and looked away.

  “Don’t…” I didn’t want them to see me like this. His deep growly voice sang against my senses as he spoke again.

  “Look at me, Angel.”

  My eyes popped open and my gaze slowly met his. His features softened just slightly before he spoke. His voice was a rumbling command that had my skin prickling. “Everyone out.” No one moved. It wasn’t until my grandmother spoke that they moved.

  “You heard him. Take Jezebel to the back yard and do as you please to her. Corbin, you’re with me.”

  “Yes, my Queen.”

  As the room emptied I looked back up to Jarrod’s golden gaze. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and squirmed at the intensity in his gaze.

  7

  My mind was racing with images and thoughts of the man before me. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen now that the room was empty, but I was ready for it. His hand tightened around my wrists. I wanted what he was about to do. I could feel my body calling it’s need out to his. Something in me felt as if it were breaking free of a cage. His free hand roamed down my naked body, stopping to squeeze my breasts. His large, warm, calloused fingers splayed across my skin, sending a shiver of lust and anticipation through my body before pinching my hardened nipples between his fingers. He made sure to give each one ample attention.

  “You are mine,” he said dropping his mouth to my breasts. His mouth moved across both nipples, sucking, licking, and biting the little buds.

  I moaned as I shifted back against the wall. Sensations similar to earlier raced through me. My breathing picked up and, I swear, my brain went on vacation.

  This was not the way for a proper young woman to act. There was a proper, respectful order of how things were supposed to be. First the man courts the lady, and only after falling in love and having a church wedding does one fall into bed with a man. Mother had told me this many years ago. Right now, I was torn. I wanted to be the good girl and remain virtuous, but, I wanted to be the bad girl and follow my body’s desires too. The bad girl that people whisper about and look down on. The feel of his hands and mouth on my skin, well, it was worth it. I was already on fire. I might as well enjoy it all since I’m already gonna burn for my sins.

  “Ja-Jarrod…”

  “Say it,” he growled as he bit my breast. “Say you’re mine.” His bite didn't draw blood, but it stung. That pain sent a thrill through me. My pussy started to throb. I was so damn turned on by the pleasurable pain he was causing my body. I wasn't sure what this man was doing to me, but one thing was for sure. I wasn't going to stop him. Not when he made me feel this way.

  “Jarrod!”

  His growl reverberated up my spine. His head came up and when we were eye level, his golden eyes met mine. His grip tightened on my hands.

  “Say it. I must hear it,” he said as his gaze bore into mine.

  I fought the need to blurt out what he wanted. How I knew that's what he wanted, I'm not sure. His free hand moved up my thigh and started to tease me. With each touch I could feel myself getting wetter. The tingling started taking over and if I wasn't careful I'd be begging him to do more.

  My head fell back as his lips moved to my neck. The sharp sting of his teeth grazing my skin sent my body into a frenzy. I was on fire, my inside like a lava flow from the deepest depths of the earth. I was lost in the euphoric wastelands that only he could sacrifice me to, or rescue me from. I rocked my hips against any part of him I could push them against and panted out the words he wanted to hear. I gave him what he obviously needed to hear.

  “I'm yours.”

  With that, his fingers dove into my core. With each thrust I moaned a little louder. His name fell from my lips as the heat wave of lust ran through me like the wind of a hurricane. Fast, hard and all encompassing.

  “Yes! God, yes!” I called out as his teeth once again grazed my skin. This time it was my shoulder his teeth pinched as he pressed a bite into my skin. It didn’t cause pain, no, quite the opposite. It had me ready to beg him to make me his. Whimpering, I shifted my hips. My heart was hammering as he released my hands. He stood straight, his eyes moved from mine and he slowly went to his knees before me.

  “Hands above your head, and don't move them.” I nodded and kept my hands were he had them with the exception of grabbing the small hooks on the door top. I needed something to hold onto or I’d grab his head and shove him where I wanted him the most. He quickly lifted both knees and rested them over his wide shoulders. His fingers continued to pleasure me as his mouth joined in.

  My arms were aching, but I did what he asked, I kept them in place, my fingers tightening around the hook so tight it was almost painful yet, at the same time, it added to the pleasure I was reaping from his mouth and hands.

  “Jarrod-yes!”

  My body rocks, jerkin as the pressure inside of me starts to build. Then, the peak of my ecstasy hits. I’m screaming as my hands come down. My fingers curl tightly in his hair, and my body tightens to the point of pain gripping my muscles. I gasp out his name one last time as I come completely undone.

  Hours later I was laid across the couch in my Grandmothers library, reading. The books on her shelves have always intrigued me. Old books with old stories that had heart and told unbelievable stories. There were all sorts of books. Including those from as far back as the early eighteen hundreds all the way to modern day publications. They were the kinds of books to be treated with care. The old yellowed pages hold a new world of exploration.

  There were a wide variety and many books like, A Tale of Two Cities, Little Women, The Scarlet Letter, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Moby Dick had been read multiple times over the years.

  I’d lay on the floor by the fireplace here in the library, and at home and read the pages of each book. It was amazing how much of yourself you can discover by reading.

  A tray of cookies sat along my side, a glass of milk in my hand as I ran my eyes along the page of the book I was currently reading. It was a collection of short stories, folktales I’d not been privy to read before. I was simply intransed by the words on the pages. Each new page had me falling further and further down the rabbit hole.

  I heard voices in the hall outside of the library but I ignored them as I got further and further into the story befo
re me. The voices once again pulled my attention from the pages. I could hear multiple voices overlapping one another. Some deeper than others. I sat up, clutching the book I had in my hand to my chest, my fingers pressed between the two sides of the book. I sat my glass on the tray and shifted, putting my feet on the floor.

  The voices got louder.

  “You will stay away from what-is-mine!”

  The command in the voice sent a shiver through me. My skin pebbled with goosebumps, the small hairs standing on end. Power rolled around the room. I took in a shaky breath.

  “She’s nothing special!”

  I felt a zing of power roll across me again then it was gone as were the voices. I took in another deep breath and shifted on the couch again. I leaned back on the couch and stared at the door. There was so much going on under this roof, it was making my head spin.

  8

  It was dark again outside when I turned over in the bed. A smile tugged at my lips as a familiar warmth filled me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch in the library, again. I’d spent the last few days reading, absorbing the books one by one. Jarrod had come in and found me laying there. After taking my body to new heights, he’d carried me to bed, cleaned me up and climbed in to hold me close to his chest. The same thing had happened every night this week, sometimes during the day as well.

  Why my mother hadn’t come to drag me home yet flitted through my mind but left just as quickly. I was in no way ready to leave this place. I had always loved it here but now, now with Jarrod close to me, I just couldn’t bare the thought of leaving. He made me feel things I’d never dreamed of feeling before. He was the master of my mind, body and heart. I could feel it every time he touched me. He would take me in any room, at anytime he saw fit, and once I pushed my prudish inner voice to the side I was able to handle it all. I loved and craved it all.