Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica

by Maria Isabel Pita

  He fucks her mouth fast and hard, and his complete disregard for her feelings, the fact that she is nothing to him now except a warm, wet hole in the darkness turns her on in an intensely morbid way. She is a dangerous hole because she can hurt him if she wants to, and his faith in her complete devotion to his penis also arouses her in a way she can’t explain. The truth is that the more selfishly he uses her, the less it bothers her how stiff and uncomfortable her own body is. A small eternity passes before she feels him reaching his peak, and her breathless moans merge with his as he pulses and swells to impossible dimensions in the small space of her mouth. Finally she can’t help it, her teeth graze him.

  ‘Oh, fuck, yeah!’ Shoving her face down into his lap he shoots his spunk straight down her throat, wave after wave of it that almost literally drowns her in him. She has no choice but to swallow even as she fervently wishes it were Jay’s milk she was drinking. At last he lets go of her hair, and she winces, because the roots ache from where he kept pulling on them. She wipes her mouth and cheeks with the end of his shirt, and then slides away from him on the seat as she sits up. Her hands are all sticky, and she feels a little sick.

  He manages to zip up his jeans. ‘Jesus,’ he sighs.

  Chapter Five

  Carmen has a hard time falling asleep.

  It bothers her that she hasn’t heard from Jay. He could have found a moment to call her. He should have called her. The fact that his father is dying is no excuse.

  Her bedroom door is wide open, and making her nervous. She likes to sleep with it closed and locked, another barrier between her and the outside world. The crime rate in her neighborhood is so low she never really worries about theft, but she feels more vulnerable lately.

  Tonight what she is afraid of is that she will never see Jay again. A deeper part of her, however, is sure she will. There are many reasons for her self-confidence, too many for her to analyze as she lies daydreaming while trying to fall asleep. She keeps remembering what he said to her at the restaurant: ‘You’re beautiful all the way through.’

  She had never thought of herself as being easy. She had never imagined fucking more than one man at a time. She would never have believed it would feel so good up the ass, or that it would turn her on so much to be slapped and spanked.

  She never would have known there was still so much uncharted territory inside her. Before Jay, her sexual experiences had all been as predictable as seafaring voyages before Columbus. Now the exotic place on the sexual map called Bondage and Domination, which she heretofore pictured as a beastly realm she would never want to fall into, has become a part of her sensuality she can’t wait to explore. Already under Jay’s navigation her erotic tastes are becoming more well rounded than she could ever have imagined.

  How much she enjoyed going down on Will tonight amazes her. She has to admit that she really likes Will. He is honest, straightforward, and nice to her. He really seems to respect her as a person. Physically, he is also the most beautiful man she has ever been with. His body is hard with muscles yet slender; his strength isn’t bulky, it is lean and irresistible.

  Her windows are open beneath the blinds, but there isn’t a breath of wind as she lays wondering if she has ever enjoyed kissing a man as much as she loves kissing Will. Jay doesn’t seem to be into kissing at all…

  …She rolls over and opens her eyes. Her digital clock reads 1:11 in flaming branches poised upright for an instant before they crumble to ash. The sight snaps all her senses to attention, so that she immediately notices how the darkness has condensed itself in her doorway.

  She sits up with a small cry of fear.

  ‘Don’t be afraid, Carmen,’ Jay’s quiet voice urges.

  ‘Oh, God, you scared me,’ she says breathlessly.

  ‘Did I?’ He remains in the doorway. ‘I’m sorry.’

  His silhouette is disturbingly formless. ‘Are you wearing a coat, Jay?’

  ‘Yes, it’s cold up in Washington, in more ways than one.’

  ‘You didn’t make up with your father then?’

  ‘I’m afraid not. The man’s impossible, especially now he’s dying and scared shitless.’

  ‘I take it he’s not a religious man.’

  ‘Only about his money.’

  ‘And you can’t take it with you.’

  His silhouette steps into the room, enabling her to make out the pale waves of his features. ‘I believe we take it all with us, one way or the other.’

  A pale mist flows across the carpet towards him.

  ‘Sage has come to greet you, Jay.’

  ‘Get her out of here.’

  She gets out of bed, scoops Sage up into her arms, and sets her down in the living room. She then quickly closes the bedroom door.

  ‘Thank you. Did you miss me, Carmen?’

  ‘Yes. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow night.’

  ‘I couldn’t wait to see you. Come here.’ He immediately pulls the sleeveless T-shirt she is wearing off over her head, and tosses it away. He then reaches into one of his pockets and holds something up in front of her face. Two silver shapes swing gently back and forth in the darkness. Unable to resist the motion, she reaches up for them.

  He lets her have them. ‘I noticed your ears were pierced.’ He caresses her hair away from her face with both hands. ‘Thor’s hammers, in honor of our first tumultuous date. Put them on for me.’

  ‘Thor’s hammers?’ Her voice is a reverent whisper. ‘You bought me Thor’s hammer earrings?’

  ‘I’m sorry, would you have preferred little golden crosses?’ His tone is dry.

  She stares down at the silver axes in her hand, trying to make sense of this coincidence, and failing.

  ‘I asked you to put them on for me, Carmen. Don’t you like them?’

  ‘Of course I like them, they’re beautiful.’ She can barely see them, but they are a gift from him, and that makes them priceless. ‘It’s just that…’

  He takes one of the earrings from her, and effortlessly finds the tiny hole in her earlobe. ‘It’s just that what?’

  Cold metal brushing her cheek, followed by his warm hand caressing her makes her weak in the knees.

  He repeats the gesture with the other earring. ‘They suit you.’

  ‘Jay…’

  ‘What’s the matter, Carmen, has the cat got your tongue?’

  ‘Jay, do you believe in destiny?’ She can’t think of a less trite way to initiate the conversation.

  ‘Why do you ask?’

  ‘Because it’s very strange that you bought me these earrings.’

  ‘In what way is it strange to buy a beautiful woman a gift, especially after all she’s offered me?’

  ‘Jay, I was in an art gallery tonight where all the work was inspired by ancient Viking art. But before that—’

  ‘You went out tonight?’

  She improvises quickly, ‘I walked up there after dinner.’

  ‘Did you see anything you liked?’

  ‘Yes. I mean, all the pieces were dark, almost violent, but they were stunning. I saw Mike Peterson there, by some odd coincidence,’ she dares to confess this much of the truth. ‘His wife, Linn, was with him. She’s beautiful as a Valkyrie.’

  ‘Really? Were you attracted to her?’

  His questions are like blows that never come from the direction she expects. ‘No, so if you’re into threesomes, you can forget it.’

  ‘But what about two other men, Carmen?’

  ‘That was only a dream.’

  ‘You’d like being fucked by more than one man at a time, I know you would.’

  She protests weakly, ‘You’re changing the subject, and I was trying to tell you something important.’

  ‘I heard you loud and clear.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Are you sleeping with him?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Are you sleeping with your boss?’

  ‘No!’

  ‘I have another present fo
r you, Carmen.’ He turns her around so she is facing the bed, and abruptly gags her with a strip of cloth that cuts into the corners of her mouth as he ties it firmly. ‘That’s good,’ he murmurs, and shoves her face down across the mattress. ‘There’s a lot you’re not telling me, Carmen.’ He grabs her wrists, bends her arms up across her back and ties them together. ‘I have to punish you for that.’ He pulls off her panties. ‘I have to teach you that it’s impossible to lie to me. Feel this?’

  Her stunned senses register a hard flat piece of what feels like leather caress her bottom.

  ‘I’ll bet you’ve never really been spanked before. Am I right?’

  Despite her fear, she moans in a way that comes out sounding much more like a purr than a protest.

  ‘Well,’ he says, ‘there’s a first time for everything.’

  Her gasp is lost in the loud crack of the paddle coming down hard on her ass. Conflicting emotions hit her just as hard when he strikes her again, and again, in a steady, relentless rhythm. She is shocked and angry, she hates him, and she’ll never speak to him again after tonight. She can’t believe it! Who does he think he is? These are her tense feelings in the brief space between each blow. Yet in the agonizing moment when the leather slaps her burning cheeks, an emotion inexplicably like gratitude overwhelms her. Her body goes mysteriously languid with how much she respects him for seeing her clearly, for realizing what a bad girl she is deep down, and for punishing her as she deserves to be punished. Her flesh accepts, almost hungrily absorbs, the pain, which possesses the lightning quality of pure truth striking and wasting her mind every time. It is so much more intense than pleasure, and comes to her effortlessly through his generous strokes.

  When he finally stops, a burning echo of the torment continues throbbing through her blood and speeding up her pulse. She holds her breath, praying the experience is over and whimpering through her gag, soaked with her saliva and also damp from the hot tears streaming down her face. When his hands suddenly spread her legs open, she doesn’t even dare imagine what he plans to do next.

  It is another breathtaking surprise when his dick suddenly dives deep into her cunt. She can’t believe how wet she is, and it blows her mind to realize that being beaten excited her body more than any loving foreplay ever had. Now it is an almost unbearable pleasure that has her half moaning, half sobbing beneath his hard strokes, because his erection sliding in and out of her soaking slit feels too good to believe. His cool hands brace him on her flaming bottom as his thrusts flood her body with so much joy they are almost harder to bear than the spanking.

  He pulls out before coming and quickly pulls off her gag. He then weaves the fingers of one hand through her hair and yanks her head back. ‘Now let’s talk. I already know about your boss. Tell me about the cop in your dream. You went out with him while I was gone, didn’t you? If you lie to me again, you’ll be very sorry, Carmen. How long have you known him?’

  ‘Just a few days!’

  ‘Have you fucked him?’

  ‘No!’

  He asks again, quietly, ‘Have you fucked him?’

  ‘No, Jay, I swear!’

  ‘What about the mighty Mike Peterson? Is blowing him part of your job? Did he even look at your résumé when he hired you, or just at your luscious lips?’

  ‘How dare you say that? Let go of me!’

  ‘Did I just hear you give me an order, Carmen?’ he asks very quietly.

  ‘No, sir,’ she whispers.

  ‘That’s right, I must have heard you wrong. Anyway, you may not have fucked him, but you want to. In fact, if I told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl under his desk and suck his dick, you’d do it, wouldn’t you, Carmen?’

  She is afraid to lie, and even more worried by the truth.

  ‘That’s right, you would,’ he sounds more satisfied than angry, ‘because you’ll do whatever I tell you to. If I told you to lick his ass, you would, wouldn’t you, Carmen?’

  She would have expected such a suggestion to disgust her – the fact that it actually turns her on blows her mind.

  His grip on her hair tightens painfully. ‘Answer me, baby.’

  ‘Yes,’ she replies softly, ‘I would.’

  ‘I thought so.’

  ‘I’ll do anything you say,’ she adds fervently, ‘anything!’

  He releases her.

  She rests her wet cheek on the bed again. She can’t recall ever feeling so relaxed and content, as if he has lifted a weight from her she never knew she was struggling to carry around. She hears him zip his pants closed, and then feels him sit down beside her. She waits for him to untie her, but he merely rests a casual hand on her hot bottom.

  ‘You’re mine now, Carmen. Do you understand that? You’re very special,’ he adds firmly, ‘and you’re mine.’

  She closes her eyes, sighing, ‘Yes, Jay.’

  ‘I’ve waited a long time for you.’

  She feels as though he is beating her again, this time with her own fierce joy at his words. ‘I love you,’ she whispers.

  ‘I know. You’re mine now.’

  This was not the response she had hoped for, yet it is enough for the moment that he is being possessive of her and laying down the law, which means they are going to have a relationship, that he isn’t just passing through.

  He begins untying her. ‘From now on, you’re going to be a good girl, Carmen.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’ Her wrists slip free of the tight silk even as his hold on her tightens inexorably.

  ‘However, I’m not quite through punishing you yet.’

  ‘You’re not?’

  ‘I haven’t even started with you, Carmen.’ He gets up. ‘Turn around.’

  She rolls over onto her back, and sits up.

  He slaps her. ‘Did I tell you to sit?’

  She falls back across the bed again.

  He removed his coat before spanking her, but otherwise he is still fully dressed, as usual.

  She asks in a small voice without looking at him, ‘Don’t you ever plan to take your clothes off with me?’

  ‘Did I give you permission to speak?’

  She sits up again, suddenly angry. ‘I don’t need your permission,’ she snaps, and then cringes, expecting him to slap her again.

  ‘No, you don’t,’ he agrees, sounding reasonable, ‘except when you’re in a bedroom with me, then you’d better believe you need it, because if you disobey me, if you do anything I don’t tell you to,’ he unzips his pants again, ‘I’ll punish you. Hold out your hands.’

  She hesitates, reassured, but still nervous about what she is getting herself into with him.

  ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, Carmen.’

  She lifts her palms up towards him like a beggar.

  He lays his gently erect penis in her hands. ‘Do you want this?’

  ‘Yes,’ she whispers, holding him reverently.

  ‘Then you have to play by my rules. I told you what I’m into, and what I expect from you. It also happens to be what you want, but you’re only just awakening to it, and you’re a little frightened of your reactions and of what you feel. Am I right?’

  ‘Yes.’ She couldn’t have put it better herself, especially because how much she wants his now full erection inside her, anywhere inside her, consumes all her thoughts.

  ‘I would never really hurt you, Carmen, you know that, don’t you?’

  She looks up towards his eyes even though she can’t really see them in the darkness. ‘Yes, Jay.’

  ‘Then what are you afraid of?’

  She has to think about this a moment. ‘I’m afraid of how much I like it when you give me orders, of how much I enjoy not having a choice. I’m a little worried that I… that when you spanked me…’

  ‘You loved it.’

  ‘Yes.’ She lowers her face, and gently kisses his helmet.

  ‘Did I give you permission to do that?’

  ‘No, sir.’

  ‘No, I didn’t.’ He lifts his dick out o
f her hands and takes a step back. ‘I was going to fuck you some more, but I think I’ll just let you watch me jack off.’

  She stares at him in disbelief as he begins stroking himself with one hand while adjusting the opening in his underpants with the other. ‘But…’ she barely manages to stop herself.

  But it isn’t fair! He shouldn’t punish her for kissing him, for wanting him so much! Her mouth, her pussy, even her asshole – she acknowledges with a perverse thrill – are so hungry for him that she grips the edge of the bed in mute despair as he masturbates in her face.

  ‘Touch yourself,’ he says quietly.

  She obeys him eagerly, her eyes on his long, straight, beautiful cock. She imagines it slipping inside her, and almost at once finds herself on the edge of the bed, and of coming.

  ‘Slowly, Carmen.’

  ‘Oh, God, please,’ she pants, spreading her legs and furiously rubbing her clit.

  ‘Please what? You have my permission to speak. Tell me what you want.’

  ‘I want you!’

  ‘You’ll have to be more specific.’

  She leans back and gazes down at the slender yet curvy body he is so cruelly rejecting. Her breasts tremble slightly as she vigorously caresses the intensely sensitive heart of her mound, and her rosy nipples are so tight they ache for the soft, soothing attention of his tongue, which so far he has completely denied her. ‘I want you inside me,’ she insists breathlessly, her eyes filling with tears she is so wet and desperate for him.