Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica

by Maria Isabel Pita

  Up on deck a salty breeze whips strands of hair into her eyes that blur the lights on the shore, making it even easier for her to perceive them as a glimmering Viking treasure.

  ‘We’re out far enough,’ Mike announces, ‘I’m shutting off the engine.’

  A moment later the profound silence is broken only by the soft lapping of the water against the hull, then by the slap of her hands on the deck breaking her fall as Jay’s push brings her to her knees. Her grandmother’s scarf gets pinned beneath her again, and rather then struggle with it, it just seems easier to lie down.

  Like menacing fingers forming out of the darkness reaching for her, six legs surround her body. Three powerful silhouettes stand looking down at her, and suddenly her heart feels close to overdosing on a drugging combination of anxiety and longing.

  Jay reaches down, and she lets him draw her gracefully back up to her feet. He rips her shirt open with both hands, sending tiny metal hooks tinkling across the deck as he turns her around to pull it off her. ‘Nothing I’ve done to you so far,’ he turns her roughly back to face him again, ‘can compare with what we’re all going to do to you now, Carmen.’ Slipping his hand beneath her long hair he grips the back of her neck, and forces her to walk ahead of him towards one of the ship’s masts. He lifts her arms over her head, and without being prompted, Mike ties her wrists together with a rope that hangs just high enough to stretch her body taut. Then they both stand directly in front of her as Will steps up behind her.

  Jay says, ‘I think he wants to shove his nightstick up your ass, Carmen. Should I let him?’

  Will lifts her skirt up just far enough.

  She moans and closes her eyes.

  ‘Go ahead, officer, she wants you to.’

  Will takes his time, careful not to hurt her, as he inserts the tip of the weapon into her anus, and begins pushing it into her slowly. ‘Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like that?’ He pushes it up inside her a few more devastating inches, and her cries answer him. The pleasure is shocking, a dark end in itself that nevertheless arouses a jealous hunger in her pussy. She doesn’t dare open her eyes because then she’ll have to take Mike and Jay’s penetrating stares along with Will’s club, and face the fact that not a single one of her orifices, or her feelings, is going to be spared. Her wrists strain at the ropes as she struggles to bear the overwhelming fulfillment of the police issued dildo impaling her ass.

  ‘That’s enough,’ Jay says to Will. ‘What she needs now is a good flogging.’

  She closes her eyes again, holding herself very still as Will seems to debate whether or not she can take anymore, and this whisper of police brutality stirs her blood like a cold wind on warm water, causing her to shudder in a terror of desire.

  Slowly, reluctantly, he slides his stick out of her ass. ‘I’ll just watch this part, thanks.’

  ‘Why? Don’t you trust yourself?’

  ‘I definitely don’t trust myself,’ Mike rips her skirt down from behind, ‘but I also don’t care anymore.’ He leaves the leather pooled around her ankles like thick, unrefined petroleum. ‘I like you, Carmen,’ he whisper’s in her ear, ‘but you have to pay!’

  She steps out of the skirt, and spreads her legs slightly to brace herself on the gently swaying deck. All she is wearing now are her boots. Cool, firm, tough, they feel like part of her invulnerable shadow, the part of her that willingly walked into this scene and waits breathlessly now for another sensual challenge.

  Mentally she is prepared for the merciless sting of leather, but her flesh refuses to cooperate with her emotional excitement. After the belt’s third agonizing lick across her back she lets out a reluctant, strangled scream as pain burns through her nerve-endings like a brush fire even while leaving her intact. The next searing blow devastates the tender space of her thighs, the next one lays waste to the delicate skin between her shoulder blades, and yet another one brands her sensitive lower back with an agony that throbs through her entire being. Every part of her has a different way of interpreting the pain, but they all agree that she’ll die if this goes on much longer. ‘Please,’ she sobs, ‘no more… please!’

  ‘Hey,’ Will says, ‘you heard her, she’s had enough.’

  Mike’s voice is so thick with lust it sounds like a growl. ‘It’s my turn now!’

  ‘Oh, God, no,’ she sobs, ‘no!’

  ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart,’ she feels Will step up behind her, ‘I’m here and I won’t let them hurt you.’ He strokes her hair soothingly, whispering, ‘It’ all right. It’s all right.’

  She bites her lip from the intensity of her relief. She waits for him to reach up and untie her, but instead, one of his hands lightly caresses her flaming back, moving slowly down to her bottom, where it lingers. She doesn’t need to see herself to know that the bright red marks decorating her body resemble freshly painted runes. They have made her into a living work of Viking art.

  ‘Move away from her,’ Mike commands.

  Compelled by an inexplicable need to be driven beyond her limits, she whispers, ‘I can handle it, Will.’ She immediately regrets it, but it’s too late, he has already left her.

  Mike’s tentative lashes hurt more than Jay’s practiced strokes. They are harder to bear because the pain doesn’t completely blow her mind, which enables her to question the mysterious pleasure she takes in it. She can’t respect the fear she senses in him, the fear of hurting her that robs his blows of any real penetrating power. His uncertainty is not worthy of her complete surrender. It humiliates her, and makes her so angry she manages to twist her body around to face him. It is too dark for him to see her face, but she is sure her contempt is as visible in her body’s stance as the crescent moon shining over the black water.

  Jay steps forward. ‘Let me show you how it’s done, Mike.’

  She imagines her scream could be heard for miles and mistaken for a wounded seagull’s wild cry. The torment is so absolute this time that no thoughts at all survive it. She desperately turns her back on him again, but he still reduces her to a blind, writhing mass of flesh and tears.

  ‘Now,’ she finally hears him drop the belt, ‘it’s my turn.’

  ‘Let’s all do her at once!’ Will suggests urgently.

  ‘All in good time, officer, all in good time.’ His voice drops to a whisper. ‘How’s my baby?’ He gathers her hair up in his hands tenderly. ‘Hmm? How is she?’ He drapes it forward over one of her shoulders, out of his way.

  It is impossible for her to fish any words out of the depth of her feeling for him. All she can do is moan, and hope he will understand how much she worships him.

  ‘Don’t cry…’ His warm breath teases her ear as his dick gives her everything she needs, lifting her up on it and taking some of the pressure off her wrists. Her pussy feels like the sheath made especially for his shaft as every cell in her body threatens to burst with joy as he drives it into her. If her heart stopped now it wouldn’t matter, because the feel of his hips pulsing against hers as his rod slides rhythmically in and out of her, could sustain her forever. The star-littered sky doesn’t seem cold and empty; it feels full of a divine selfish energy because he is inside her.

  He pulls out.

  Her disappointment is too intense to express. As if robbed of her life force, all she can do is hang her head and comfort herself with the soft caress of her hair.

  Another man grips her hips as if they were made to hold on to, and she responds by arching her back as much as possible with her arms stretched painfully over her head. She wants to offer him everything, her tight ass as well as the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, and the suspense nearly kills her waiting to see which one he’ll prefer. She is at once disappointed and thrilled when another erection surges up into her cunt. She clenches it hungrily around him, knowing who he is now. Will’s thrusts nearly lift her off the deck, and the storm of his breathing fills the shell of her ear as his hips whirlpool tightly against her, stirring up unbelievable sensations that flood her pelvis
and send the blood crashing through her to drown all thoughts except one – she never wants him to stop!

  When he reaches around her and one of his thumbs lightly brushes her clit, she starts coming. Reading her breathless cries he thrusts his dick all the way up inside her, then doesn’t move as his thumb keeps up its teasing caress of her button, which seems to open her up from the inside out.

  ‘Yes, sweetheart,’ he whispers, ‘yes!’ And she blindly clutches the ropes above her wrists as she climaxes violently.

  Jay grabs her face with both hands. ‘Make her come again, officer,’ he commands, and stifles her cries with a kiss like a demon feasting on her soul as it rises out of her again. Yet she doesn’t just come a second time – the glowing weakness in her clit completely devastates her flesh like an atom splitting and laying waste to her insides, reducing thought itself to a meaningless ash.

  Will slips out of her throbbing slit, and she feels another man take his place behind her. She is sure her body is utterly sated, until the subtly different dimensions of Mike’s erection sliding into her stimulates her into thinking otherwise. She feels beautifully bottomless again as he dives into her. A dull ache begins in the base of her spine that feels like a hook, but it is well worth the breathless satisfaction she takes in the passionate gutting, is worth the sharp discomfort.

  ‘That’s enough,’ Jay says, so that Mike is also still fully rampant when he slips out of her.

  Her Master reaches up to free her wrists, and she doesn’t care what they do to her now as long as they let her lie down. Turning, she falls weakly into his arms.

  He pushes her away from him.

  Will catches her and lifts her up in his arms, kindly letting her bury her face in the tender harbor formed by his neck and shoulders.

  ‘Lay her across the deck,’ Jay commands.

  ‘We’d all be more comfortable down in the cabin,’ Mike points out.

  ‘This isn’t about comfort it’s about sex and death. That’s why we’re all here, isn’t it?’

  ‘Excuse me,’ Mike snaps, ‘but no one’s getting murdered on my boat!’

  ‘And I’m fucking arresting your ass if you keep talking like that! Don’t you care about her feelings at all?’

  ‘I care about them more than you ever will, and I said lay her on the deck.’

  ‘What should I do, Carmen?’ Will whispers.

  She takes a deep breath of the invigorating ocean air before she whispers, ‘Whatever he says!’

  He sets her on her own two feet, and she willingly spreads herself down across the deck’s cool wooden planks.

  Jay’s silhouette steps behind her. ‘Give me her hands.’

  Kneeling beside her, Will gently stretches her arms up over her head, where once again her wrists are firmly bound and attached to something.

  ‘Is there any more alcohol onboard?’ Jay asks abruptly.

  ‘Another bottle of Vodka in the freezer.’

  ‘Get it.’ He is still in control as he kneels across from Will on her other side.

  She wishes she could look into his eyes, yet part of her is glad she can’t because she is afraid of what she might see.

  Mike returns with a bottle that glows smooth as an icicle in the darkness. Crouching at her feet, he helps himself to a long swig, and then hands it to Will, who takes three quick sips before passing it on to Jay.

  He takes a long swallow before slipping his free hand beneath her head and lifting it slightly off the deck. ‘Drink up, baby,’ he thrusts the mouth of the bottle between her lips, ‘you’ll need it.’

  Cold fire flows down her throat and burns through her chest, taking smoldering root in her womb.

  ‘That’s my girl.’

  Her throat convulses, resisting the icy flood but forced to yield to it rather than choke. A debilitating warmth saturates her muscles, totally relaxing them, and making it even easier for Mike to spread her legs. He slips his hands beneath her hips and pulls them up onto his thighs. Then he suddenly pulls off his shirt, and his skin is as pale and smooth as the vodka.

  The bottle’s cold neck slips out from between her lips as Mike’s firm warmth fills her up from the other end.

  His hands are cruel clamps on the whip-burned flesh of the back of her thighs as he lifts them up around him and leans forward, diving deep into her pleasure drenched hole, thrusting and pounding his way into her in a surging, heaving tide of perfect moments she wishes would never end. At least she can console herself with the thought that two more men are waiting to take her like this, without holding anything back, as she loves him for taking his shirt off as the vision of his powerful chest and arms resurrects the glowing ghost of yet another orgasm inside her. But her senses are ripped out of its orbit by Will’s rough hands catching hold of her breasts. Unable to resist the way their tender flesh trembles as another man bangs her, he bends over her to suck on her nipples, moving greedily from one to the other. Finding it impossible to decide which pleasure to concentrate on she turns her face towards her Master and focuses on him, which keeps her from drowning in all the sensations flooding her body. If he would only say something, or touch her, to help anchor her, but he merely takes another swig from the bottle and calmly watches two other men have their way with her. The casual, almost indifferent gesture fills her mind with despair, and yet also mysteriously turns the tide of her feelings in just the right direction by totally turning her on.

  Mike groans, and his whole body suddenly goes as rigid as his shaft buried deep inside her. His primal roar as he comes rises up towards the stars.

  Will quickly frees her wrists as Mike slips out of her and gets slowly to his feet.

  ‘Come on, baby.’ Jay spreads himself across the deck and pulls her over on top of him. She has no choice but to straddle him and plant her hands on his chest to brace herself as Will impatiently lifts her hips up from behind. She closes her eyes, and holds very still as two cocks push into her at the same time. Jay’s hands grip her around the waist as Will grasps the cheeks of her ass, caressing his thick penis with them as he forces it into her slowly as Jay’s more slender erection slides easily into her cunt. She wonders if he minds the feel of another man’s milk on her pussy’s slick walls as they hug him tight, passionately trying to tell him that he is special, that her body wants his dick the most because she loves him. And perversely enough Will contributes to her efforts to please her Master by reducing the available space inside her, how crushingly full of cock she is stimulating them both. She can scarcely believe there is enough room inside her, but miraculously enough there is, and somehow the stunning pleasure doesn’t kill her as they begin rocking her back and forth. The fulfillment is indescribable as they move her up and down slowly, gradually picking up force and speed as their lust synchronizes. Shocks of joy electrify her, arching her spine and causing her to throw her head back every time their helmets meet like the tips of dueling swords in the dead center of her body, and trap her very soul between them.

  In her mind’s eye she sees the sweat-soaked firefighters relaxing on her lawn as her body gladly burns and dissolves around two men giving her everything they’ve got.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carmen is barely aware of Will helping her up, then relinquishing her to Jay, as gently as an officer assisting a crash victim. She let herself forget that Jay was behind the wheel of her moral wreckage, and clings to him. Then Mike says, ‘Here, put this on,’ and she obediently lifts her stiff arms into his large sweater. Its folds spill around her like warm earth burying her alive, but she emerges safely into the starlit night to find him kneeling before her, the oily black skin of her skirt held in his hands like an offering. She braces herself on his head to step into it, and is struck by how soft his hair is, destined to decay even as his hard skull survives forever. The thought makes her want to cry, and to press his face against her womb, but before she can indulge this impulse he rises and steps back away from her, letting Jay zip her up.

  The long walk back across the p
ier to the parking lot is less real than a dream. All she is aware of is the hollow ticking of her boots, and of Jay’s shoes, falling into uncanny unison. The drive back to Coral Gables feels as brief as the space between one blink and the next as she drifts off in his car’s cozy little cockpit, the lights of Ft Lauderdale, then Miami, spiraling around them like distant galaxies.

  The familiar sight of her building rouses her from her drug-like euphoria like a slap. ‘Will I ever see you again, Jay?’ she asks numbly.

  His face and voice are cruelly expressionless. ‘What do you think?’

  ‘I don’t know what to think anymore.’ This is the god’s honest truth.

  ‘Don’t even try to think right now, just get some sleep. You’ve certainly earned it.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘Go.’

  ‘I can’t, not until I know if I’ll see you again.’

  ‘Carmen, I’ve loved you ever since you died in my arms centuries ago. I realize that now. Of course you’ll see me again, if you’re willing to forgive me for killing you.’

  ‘Only if you promise not to hurt me again.’

  ‘I’m afraid sex and violence are hopelessly knotted up in my chromosomes, baby.’

  ‘That’s not what I mean, Jay.’

  ‘I know. Don’t worry. I’ve never felt about another woman the way I do about you, Carmen. I don’t know why, maybe it’s Karma, call it whatever you want to. The only two things I believe in are mystery and desire, and all that matters,’ he kisses her forehead, ‘is that we’ve found each other again.’

  The End

  About the Author

  Maria Isabel Pita is a best-selling author of Paranormal, Contemporary and Historical Romances including the critically acclaimed Guilty Pleasures – Historical Erotic Romances. Her most recent titles include Wolf Shield, Sword of the Blood and Vampire Bride in the Eternal Blood series, To Her Master Born, and the epic historical romance Truth is the Soul of the Sun – A Biographical Novel of Hatshepsut-Maatkare, the life of the female Pharaoh as never told before, also available as a six volume e-book series beginning with Daughter of Re. To view book descriptions, reviews, excerpts and promotional videos, please visit: mariaisabelpita.com & truthisthesoulofthesun.com