In the interest of the ice not melting before I had time to use it I unzipped the denim and moved his red boxers around just enough for him to spring free, and I was thoroughly impressed. When I looked back up at him he was staring at me, eyes hooded and breaths shallow, and the smile even wider. He knew he had something to be impressed by, but then again so did I. He just hadn’t seen it yet. The dress was kind of in the way, but we would get to that shortly.
He was large with a thick network of veins that only seemed to emphasize his size instead of diminishing it, and I couldn’t help but inhale sharply, the hiss of air coming out in a rush. He chuckled quietly, but in the deafening quiet it was like he has laughed into a megaphone.
“Oh, you won’t be laughing in just a few seconds, Dax,” I whispered while I ducked my head with mouth nice and cold and ready. This trick was always a winner, which was why it was always on standby. I wrapped my lips around him and formed a cold vacuum with them, beginning to move down slowly and deliberately. My mouth felt stretched to the maximum capacity, but it felt so good, and as I wrapped my tongue around him a groan escaped him that would’ve made a nun blush. If I could’ve smiled, I would have. Once I had reached halfway down his length, I stopped and began working my way back up in the same fashion, twirling my tongue around the tip in slow circles. Another left him as his hand wove its way into my hair and I could feel the urge in his muscles to push down and, but he restrained himself. He even curbed the desire to thrust his hips. This I was appreciative of. Most men had a tendency to give into their urges and ended up nearly choking me, but he was considerate. It was about damn time.
I placed my hand on his hip and moved back down picked up the pace for only a second, just to slide back up slowly once again and lightly letting my teeth slide along his flesh. His hand gripped my hair tighter, another moan of ecstasy tearing from him even louder than the first. Jerking my head back and away as gently as the passion would allow, he planted a hungry kiss on my lips, letting his tongue slide into my open mouth like a snake. I felt my insides clench, and my legs almost turn to jello as the kiss overtook my senses. The hardwood was fresh and unforgiving on my knees as I bore down on them to keep myself from falling to the floor in shock. He pulled back just a few centimeters, and I could smell the beer on his breath now. I wasn’t even sure how I hadn’t noticed that before, but from what I could tell at the bar he had only had one so this wouldn’t be a drunken one night stand, which I was thankful for as well.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked past ragged breaths. I knew exactly where this was headed, and a shiver ran through me in response as I looked into those sky blue orbs.
Cocking my head in the direction of the bedroom past the couches and down the hall I breathed, “Back that way down the hall.” With one swift move, he was off the sofa, and I was in his arms and being carried down the hallway to the bedroom. I could hear the clicking of his shoes as the hardwood floors changed to marble and a low whistle sounded when the automatic lights switched on.
“What is it you do again?” he asked as he walked me to the bed, throwing me down on it with gusto. The soft satin sheets and mattress absorbed me, so I barely bounced, but I put my hands out to steady myself regardless.
“I’m an art dealer.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I realized we were done talking about my chosen profession when I spied the animal look in his eyes again, and he was hunched over the bed, hands gripping the edges of the mattress and his lips slightly parted. Hyde was within me writhing and practically purring as I stared into his eyes, an easy grin on my face mirroring his. Then my eyes moved down to his sultry lips. Not too thin and not too full. Just right. And they were perfect for kissing, and licking, and biting and I wanted to do all of those things. I bit my lip, thinking of all the possible things that could take place on this bed in this room and I felt the heat rush up from below to my chest and my face, forcing my nipples to become erect under the fabric of my clothes.
“You look so sexy when you do that. It makes me want to do all kinds of nasty things to you.” His tone was erotic and stimulating, and I could feel his voice caressing every part of me that no human hand could, causing my desire to peak to the point of bursting. Everything was tingling with need and even the satin underneath my fingers made my sense whirl. I poked my chest out just slightly, and I saw his eyes move down and then back up to my lips.
“What kind of things did you have in mind?” I let my voice drop low and deep and full of the desire I was feeling just looking at him. His jeans were still unzipped, but he had slid back into the confines of his boxers when he had leaned forward.
“Whatever feels right, baby.”
Oh, he was a smooth talker, and he knew just the right words to say and apparently the right things to do if he was now in my apartment. I reached up and shoved my hands underneath his shirt to feel the smooth expanse of skin underneath and every ripple of hard muscles coiled and ready to pounce. I pushed the shirt up, and he let me, getting on his knees in front of me as I slid it over his head and what I saw was magnanimous. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him. Then an image flashed in my head that I had to shake free; my nails raking across his skin and blood pouring down that beautiful chest. It wouldn’t happen. Not this time, but I couldn’t stop her from creeping in. I swallowed past a dry throat and kept my mind on the objective. I wanted my mouth on him, all over him, and I wanted him inside of me. My body was practically pulsating with need for him. Dax then reached up and slid his hand underneath my skirt and to the sweet spot where I so desperately wanted him to be, not even caring to scoot my underwear to the side. His breath caught in a hiss when his fingers encountered the heat and the wetness there, his eyes not once leaving mine and the electricity between us was palpable.
His fingers began to move against me, and I couldn’t hold back a moan, throwing my head back and letting him know he was doing all of the right things. My body wriggled under his touch of its own volition, trying to drive him further. I moved my leg between his and used it to rub softly against him, spurring him on until his fingers moved around the fabric of my underwear and directly to the slickness underneath, another hiss escaping from between his teeth and a growl followed. He put his lips on mine and as soon as they met one finger slid inside of me, eliciting a rumbling whimper from him and I in unison. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Foreplay was nice, but not needed in this case. The need was too great for me to deny it any longer.
I pulled away from him long enough to let him know that the rest of his clothes needed to go and once he pulled the jeans and the boxers down I was looking at one of the most gorgeous men I had ever had the pleasure of sleeping with. His skin was smooth, and I had to give him the nod of approval for shaving. It was always a good thing to see a man that landscaped because, well, if I did he better.
“What about yours, missy?” He pointed at the dress I was still wearing. I stood and move till our chests were almost touching.
“I thought I’d give you the honors,” I whispered into his neck, nibbling at his skin. He reached around and unzipped the dress in one quick motion, tore it off and made quick work of the bra and underwear I was wearing, and I wouldn’t even bother removing my shoes.
He put his hand on the nape of my neck and said, “You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. You are in trouble.” His kiss took me to the moon and back to Earth all over again.
“I am perfectly okay with that,” I retorted. And that wasn’t a lie. I was sure I would love the punishment. I backed up the few steps to the bed, taking him with me with my mouth on his until I felt the bed on the back of my knees. I took him in my hand and stroked, feeling the skin move smoothly over the hardness underneath. Without a warning, I was lying on the bed, and he was above me, spreading my legs wide. I was ready to be taken and from what I could see he was more than willing to do the taking, but I knew he had something else in mind when he knelt down on the bed between my legs and ducked
his head down to begin licking me. His tongue was magic, and I was succumbing to its power. I gripped the sheets, bunching them in my hands as he worked the pleasure was building and building until I was sure I would shatter under his magical mouth. Once I opened my eyes, he was lingering above me, and I could feel him against me waiting for permission to enter.
I wiggled my hips under his, feeling the head rub against me and we both sighed under the sweet friction. Without saying a single word he placed himself at my entrance and slid into me, hot and delicious just like he was meant to be there. A gasp left me as I felt the warm stretch of him inside of me and then he began to thrust, moving back and forth and back and forth. Gripping his back, I let him move inside of me, moving my hips in harmony with his for the deepest penetration possible. My back arched underneath him as he moved above me, the pleasure continuing to build until I was tumbling over the edge, every muscle in my body tightening and even lower ones contracting until falling into bliss. I didn’t want it to stop.
I pushed with my leg, signaling him to roll over so I could be on top. He listened, turning onto his back, and when he moved in deeper, I couldn’t suppress a sigh. His hands slid up my stomach and then cupped my breasts as I moved on top of him, riding until he could no longer hold it back. I was nearly spent, but wanted so much more that I felt I could go all night. No words needed to be said. All I needed to hear were the moans and groans of the man underneath me, and he was more than delivering on that aspect. His beautiful eyes were locked on mine and in the moment that I came for a second time they never left my face. Even when I could tell he was close to the brink, I never slowed. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling. Completion, unity, and ecstasy. He gripped my hips as I rocked back and forth and when I knew he was close I hopped off and put him in my mouth.
He exploded with pleasure, and the warm saltiness made its way into my mouth. It truly wasn’t bad. Had more the consistency of egg whites and I wasn’t the kind to spit. Pulling him out I swallowed and collapsed on the bed next to him. Something unexpected happened next. He pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, intertwining his legs with mine until we were both asleep. The kicker? I didn’t mind it at all.
Chapter Six
All I managed to do was lie there and stare at Dax as he slept. I rarely ever slept completely through the night and would lie awake for hours waiting for the sun to rise. That or I would begin my day extremely early. Hyde made it hard to sleep a lot between the nightmares and trying to hold her off if I could. I never knew when she would show up, but the warmth spreading through me followed by a chill was the only signal I usually had. Then the change in eye color and state of mind would take place. The change was so natural I hardly noticed it and it was like I, not Hyde, was the one inflicting the horror on these men that were unfortunate enough to end up in my room. Or in my bed. There was a hope in me that because I had satiated Hyde with not only a kill the night before, but a hardy meal, that she would leave us be tonight. Dax wasn’t a man I wanted to dismember and bleed on my table.
His eyelids fluttered just barely in his sleep, and his mouth was slightly parted. He didn’t snore. That I was thankful for. There were so many that did that you got tired of hearing the noise and wanted nothing more than to make it stop. Not with him and it was a relief. He was lying on his stomach, arms above his head cradling the pillow. I wasn’t sure what time we had gotten back to my place and how long I had been asleep, but I actually felt rested. Typically I wanted nothing to do with a man once we were done and he needed to stay on his side of the bed, but with him something was different. There was contentment there in those moments afterward that I couldn’t explain, and I didn’t even know the guy, but I did hope that Hyde would give me the chance to get to. A connection had been made in those late night hours entwined with each other. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but it was something I wanted to explore further and, yes, that was highly unusual for me. After the death of my parents, I didn’t want those connections because I felt that those around me would always leave in one way or another. Maybe I was changing.
A feeling began to move over me. The warmth in my gut began to spread outwards, and as much as I tried to hold it in place the more it resisted, and fear began to climb up my throat. I knew exactly what this meant.
“No, no, no,” I started to whimper quietly, moving from the bed as quietly as I could. If anything, I would not be in the same room with him when she took over, but I would rather her not take over at all. I liked Dax and didn’t want him to be just another victim of that crazed half of myself. I hadn’t even realized I was still in my heels until my feet hit the floor and I heard their tell-tale clicking on the marble. I nearly fell to the ground as I made my way to the bathroom, huddling against the wall with my arms around my midsection like I was trying to hold Hyde in place. I knew it wouldn’t work. It never did, but tonight I needed it to. I did not want this man’s heart in my freezer. The heat spread through my entire body until I felt like I was swimming in a warm ocean, and then the chill came. Right when the chill racked my body, leaving goose bumps behind, a man spoke.
“Blythe, are you okay? I felt you get off of the bed.” Dax was in front of me; boxers pulled up to his hips, and eyes full of concern. He didn’t need to be here. I needed him to leave before it was too late. Hyde had only come out two nights in a row on rare occasions, none of which I was ever prepared for. Just like now. I put my hands over my ears, hoping that Hyde wouldn’t have heard the words. I knew better than that and within seconds of those words, it was too late to stop it. I felt calm run through my body, and the chill was now gone, but now the homicidal urge reared its ugly head. Well, it wasn’t so much an urge. It was more of a compulsion. A well thought out and rash compulsion to kill. I was there but had no control over what I said or did and once I stopped shaking Hyde would come out to play.
My legs flexed, carrying me to a standing position, my head still hung low, and all I could see was my mess of red hair, my feet, and the floor. The efficient network of white veins within the marble reminded me of the veins flowing with fresh blood beneath the skin of my last kill just last night. Dax’s hand ended up on my shoulder, and I could feel him bending down and trying to see my face through the mass of red. I looked up at him and could only see him in a small sliver of flesh; only one of his blue eyes squinted in worry.
“Blythe?” I barely saw his lips move, and the mood struck me to lash out and tear apart that gorgeous face of his. Without realizing it was happening my arm was reaching out, and my fist made contact with his face, striking just below his left eye and sending him sprawling to the floor with a grunt. “What the Hell?” he asked while cradling his swelling face, propped up on one elbow now.
Placing my feet on either side of his torso I straddled him as he struggled beneath me, but not even a man was a match for the strength that Hyde offered me. Then something slammed into my own face, but I felt no pain. Another one of the perks from Hyde that I couldn’t deny I enjoyed. Some men had a tendency to hit back, or scratch, or bite, or anything if they could get their hands free. Dax was no exception to this rule, and it didn’t seem to matter that I was a human. Hell, we fought for rights. We might as well reap what we had sown. It had taken me a moment to realize what had just happened but once the realization hit Hyde had become enraged and even more so than she had been before. My heart began to pound, and my blood started to boil, my hands clenching into fists and an animal scream began to build at the base of my throat. Hyde was about to lose it, and the room would possibly be of no use to us tonight.
An animalistic cry ripped through the air, tumbling forth from my throat and mouth. It didn’t sound like me. It sounded like a monster, which I guessed I was. It was raw, it was savage, and it was hungry. Within an instant, my hands were around his throat and squeezing almost to the point of cracking his windpipe, but I didn’t want to do that. I felt Hyde’s need to use the room to exact even more devious punishments, and we would n
eed him unconscious for that to happen. His hands gripped mine, trying to pry my fingers from around his neck. It was a wasted effort, and I had a feeling that even he knew that. There was no stopping Hyde no matter how much you fought against her and I had learned that the hard way multiple times. Why did I try? In the faith that something would change.
I could feel skin beginning to tear on my hands as Dax struggled to unwrap them from his throat and even then there was still no pain to speak of. That made it much easier to kill. I held firm and pressed on the carotid artery that was feeding blood to his brain. All we needed was for him to black out so we could move him to the other room and strap him down to the table where he would meet his end. His muscles began to relax then, and I knew I almost had him. When his eyes rolled backward his entire body relaxed, arms dropping to the floor with a slap and head lolling to the side. Now I could let go.
I loosened my grip on him and let my arms fall to my sides. If it weren’t for Hyde, I would’ve been spent with the effort. Thank God for small miracles, even if they were dangerous ones. I could feel my head title as Hyde took the man beneath me in, and then an evil thought crossed my mind. Not only did she want to remove his luscious lips, but she wanted to keep them. Inside I shuddered at the thought, but it was all up to her now, and what Hyde wanted, she got.
Chapter Seven
Dax was now strapped to my table, still unconscious but not for much longer. Smelling salts were a wonderful thing, and I just happened to have some in my inventory, but first I needed to finish preparing. Well, it wasn’t so much me as it was Hyde. I was just along for the ride, but I could feel every movement and every emotion like they were my own. I reached into the armoire and pulled out the white lab coat and black rubber apron, slipping them both on as to avoid blood spatter, and I put my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my eyes. Strangely enough, I always blacked out once the deed was done, but I frequently woke up on the floor covered in blood. Each and every time I had to shower as soon as I woke up and then would have to pour bleach on the floor to get rid of any evidence. If only Hyde could take care of that herself.
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