A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

by Bella BloodLust

  “Shhhh” he whispered into her left ear, brushing away the hair from her cheek so her eyes were no longer blind to his full form. She could see every detail of him, down to the stubble on his jawline, to the lips that formed the words. Leaning in kissing her on her cheek, she felt him reach for her wrists, the clanking of metal on belt loops, she felt her shoulder blades release and the warmth flow once more to her fingertips. His strong hands warming her body, bringing it back to life. His hands massaged her arms and shoulders, brushing the hair from the back of her neck, he kissed her there and instantly Jess melted into ecstasy.

  Kyle eased back now pressing his cock into the bottom of each lush over pour of hindquarter, groaning aloud she saw his mouth open, jaw clenching reminding her of the painful arousal that the infamous dark knight possessed. She felt her feline side building she couldn’t be good for much longer even though she desperately tried. Instantly maneuvering herself underneath him she spun partially around the only part of her trapped was still under him;

  “I don’t recall asking you to face me!” gripping her wrists with one hand he smiled, wickedly throwing her leg up and instantaneously forcing himself inside of her while penetrating her mouth with his carnal kiss. Jess’ moans of pleasure and shrieking pain escaped into him, she met his ravenous mauling with the most voracious howls. Unable to be silent, knowing that only a corpse stood a chance a midst such ecstasy. As no woman made of hot blood and salt drenched flesh could ever provide silence to unending bliss. As every inch of his gorging cock tearing, ripping and stretching her open with softest kisses, gentlest touch and sweetest embrace to overwhelm the body and leave her mind absolutely powerless.

  “Oh God! Oh my fucking God!”

  She screamed, tearing his flesh apart her nails clawing ceaselessly at his back. Causing him to plunge deeper, harder, faster and without a thought of concern, her moans of pleasure were met with groans of ecstasy;

  “Here I cum, cum for me Jess, cum with me Jess.” In that moment Kyle opened his eyes and watched Jess on screen cumming for him her lips forming his name;

  “Oh God, Kyle, I’m cumming for You, I’m cumming with you.”

  Her body jerking, her pink nipples as hard as rocks, he wished he could feel them in his mouth right now. His cock was jerking uncontrollably in the same haunting rhythm as Jess’s body that couldn’t currently stop moving. She was helpless in the throes of ecstasy, smiling and biting her lip and repeating his name over and over again.

  “Kyle….Oh, God Kyle…”

  He looked down and his sweater was covered in his glorious pleasure. He didn’t even remember cumming he swore he just felt her pleasure overload him so vividly that he felt as if he’d came too. Smiling and looking down, and still watching his writhing astral slave calming her twitching limbs, he laughed and said;

  “What am I fifteen again?”

  Instantly removing his sweater and tossing it to the floor, realizing he needed to drop this in the laundry room for the maids to tend to along with the rest of the laundry for the week he found himself laughing. Watching Jess awaken smiling in such lust filled afterglow, like a new vampire who fed for the first time, she looked rejuvenated; full.

  He realized how cold it was in his office without that sweater realizing there wasn’t another one in here, Kyle found himself watching Jess one final moment seeing her lips part as she licked her fangs he was captivated by this alluring creature, to which he still had so many questions for his curiosity was finally peaked. Kyle entered the private corridor ascending to his public office on the third floor, his pleasure stained sweater in one hand he found himself at the very top of the stairs, a dead end to be perceived by deceived eyes but to the brilliant mind that built this place all it took was the well informed touch of his hands on a special brick that was stamped with the image of a small metal key. He touched it and slowly the wall moved forward and Kyle was standing in the hallway, completely dark, silent and so far the only one here. So far.

  As Jess awoke to find herself hungry from such vivid dreams, she looked down to see herself disheveled, her smile turned to a laugh as she placed each of her breasts back into her soft ivory shirt where they belonged. She moved her porcelain tinged shorts back to the position they were when she first dressed for bed, finding her soft robe at the foot of her bed with her socks was amusing, she hastily put them on and took the candle lit on her side table and wandered off into the dark for the kitchen. Passing by the day room and her new office to the right that was yet to be organized to her creative and pragmatic standards she saw the light on in Kyle’s office and slowly walked by looking back hoping he was too busy to notice her in these twilight hours. The grandfather clock struck midnight as she started to descend down the stairs to the first floor and hopefully operative staff kitchen. All the while Kyle was still ascending to his private exit the wall opening mere moments after Jess’s curled locks gently descended down into the floor below in this mysterious and intricate home.

  Chapter 3:

  Scintillating Intermission

  He could smell her perfume, knowing she had just been here, gently pushing the wall back into place and feeling the drafted air cease, he reached to his right and opened his bedroom door, a striking gold with ornate bronze scroll work on the knob. As far as Jess was aware this door had been closed since before she arrived. Kyle slipped into his palace, a dark hunter green, adorned with touches of emerald and gold filigree, the four poster bed was unmade, yet the linens underneath perfectly positioned as if they were just laid into place. He didn’t sleep much, he never really remembered a time in his life when sleep was present. From one haunting experience to surreal dream like state that left him with bloody hands in icy rivers and a complete inability to recall fully what had happened, sleep very rarely if ever visited Kyle. Beyond the glass window pane that overlooked the cemetery where so many of his treasured possessions now lie for as long as he decides to keep them there. Beyond the tapestries, heavy curtains and rearranged sheets sleep never visited the crypt keeper of Burnett Manor.

  As Kyle closed the door behind him, the draft instantly doing the job for him without resistance. He turned towards his left where his dresser was, just next to it his laundry basket, instantly the pleasure stained sweater found its final destination. Peeling off the rest of his clothes he crawled into bed, his Superman sheets freshly washed and inviting him to find her, in his dreams this time. Kyle stared into his bathroom, wishing he’d had the energy to shower after such an exhausting night, but his new toy has drained his batteries for once, unlike all the others before her. Leaving his tormented eyes heavy, his dark and hungry beast drained of blood inside, turning inwards for a deep slumber and much needed carnal hibernation.

  Jess made her way down to the first floor, the winding stair case slowing her usual feline stealth pace, saw a dim light on in the kitchen. Cinching her robe after catching the brisk chill of the mountain air on the back of her thighs, she peered into the doorway and wandered over to the fridge in what appeared to be a completely empty kitchen. After walking in a few steps she realized that this kitchen had hidden spaces, nuances between degrees that left everyone blind. From out of nowhere James was sitting there, on a barstool with a sandwich in front of him on a crisp and clean white saucer, he continued texting looking anxious well dressed in a leather jacket with his hair slicked back.

  “Oh wow, I didn’t see you there.” Jess said suddenly unable to move, she laughed nervously shaking off her nerves.

  “I didn’t mean to startle you, I always come in here to relax after a busy night working for Kyle, not to mention the staff has a way of keeping my favorite things prepared, take a look, you’ll see what I mean.”

  James waited and watched his eyes bright and his smile beaming. Jess slowly and unsurely walked towards the door,

  “Is this some kind of trick?” she smiled that wicked little grin that implied she was already well in on
his games. Jess opened the steel door and as the over lights helped illuminate a massive fridge filled with her favorite and hard to find treats, she sat there jaw dropped and wide eyed.

  “Who is he?” She looked over at James as he started to laugh.

  “I’ve been trying to figure that out since the moment I’ve met him, he’s honestly beyond words.” James continued texting as Jess reached for the chocolate cheesecake smothered in bloody strawberries.

  “Nice choice, I have to admit it’s sexy to see a woman indulge.” James smiling, Jess began to laugh as she pulled up a barstool and sat in front of James,

  “Thanks, I have to admit I’ve found in my experience that life is far too short not too; however that may be due to the fact that I’ve nearly died more times than I can probably count.”

  Her fork stabbing into a sizeable bite, her red lips parting taking in the bite, her mouth closing and teasing every morsel off the tip of the stainless steel device, her eyes rolling back revealing how fucking sexy she was when she came. Completely unbridled, without inhibition, utterly liberated.

  “Really? What happens when near death becomes a part of life?” James asked with a calm, anxious, yet curious pry.

  “Well I’ve found one obtains certain, how shall we say, gifts.”

  James stiffened wondering where this conversation would lead, she’s seen the signs of panic all before, she was used to it, by this time in her life she relished in it. It gave her a true sense of feeling alive. Being completely unabashed with who and what she was, no matter the dire consequence, her heart palpitated at the mere fact that she could be in danger, yet somehow again would find her way out of it, completely unscathed and more powerful and even more unstoppable than ever before. But those skills and special talents would be reviewed more intricately by another; that is when he chose to make his formal introduction. Jess’s eyebrows arched in a beckoning way, her wry smile curling Cheshire like with each bite of her sumptuous cheesecake;

  “Forgive me, I usually wake up ravenous when sleep visits me so creatively, so deeply, I find myself famished as if I’d worked for an entire week in a single evening’s time, yet I have no explanation as to why I awaken in such a state.” James smiled.

  “You never answered the question, what do you mean by gifts?” Jess’s intoxicating yet menacing eyes held James’ gaze until she swallowed the final bite of much needed decadence.

  “Let’s just say I know there’s plenty of bodies in that rather sizeable cemetery of his that are very personal, to him, meaningful, in ways that measure far beyond a mere ancestral attachment. As if he knew them all personally and treasures their presence here years later even if they are no longer by his side in physical form.”

  James was instantly dew stricken, beads of sweat formed on the sides of his face, trickling and forming into tiny globes of insignificant measure to most, but in these cold nights in the wilderness of the Rockies she knew that there was more to be investigated, discovered on the grounds and through many hidden passages that Jess started sensing were present ever since she arrived.

  “There’s no need for answers, clarification or even need for a response dear James, I assure you, I have no interest in giving up such an ample opportunity in life, to start over, fresh and anew once more. Kyle’s secrets are safe with me, as I’m sure they are with you.” Smiling his head overwhelmed, his mind swimming wondering what she meant by these vividly accurate yet cryptic phrases.

  “So what do you have going on this evening? You are dressed for what I’d imagine to be a carnal adventure?” Jess said smiling getting up and opening the fridge again,

  “I’m in paradise.” She exclaimed reaching in and finding yet another treasured treat from her youth, a small jar etched with apple leaves containing the most delicious juice she’d enjoyed since before her mind could remember. As James messaged Kyle the information alluded in Jess’s confession of abilities he then turned the conversation to his attire.

  “Well if this gorgeous woman who I’ve been trying to meet with for weeks now confirms for tonight, I’ll be on my way to Denver to enjoy something I’ve been looking forward too; she keeps indecisively changing the time, dating is the worst isn’t it?” James replied.

  “I have to admit I’ve never been one much for dating, I find that I usually find myself swept off my feet in the most peculiar of ways, for better or worse I’m afraid. But I prefer the adventure, the danger, the way my heart beats when I meet yet another monster on this planet and seeing if my light helps to illuminate his soul, or is it a light that he or she desires to stifle out.” Jess smiled coyly pretending to be shy and unsure of such conversations all the while knowing that she was putting herself in a very precarious circumstance.

  “But yet I do imagine that traditional dating like most courtship rituals isn’t comfortable to say the least, maddening perhaps, and not even the slightest bit comfortable. That’s also the magic of it all.” Jess smiled, finishing her juice.

  “Well as its Friday night and I have much to do before finding myself settled in before starting work Monday I wish you the best of luck tonight, here’s hoping my crimson charm sends a bit of fortune your way for carnalities sake.” Smiling and bidding James goodnight she sauntered out of the kitchen and back up the spiraling staircase, slowly ascending, taking her time she wanted to relish in this beautiful home that felt entirely possessing of her.

  Feeling the soft fabric beneath her feet, Jess never realized that Kyle was awoken moments before by James’ text stirred and unsettled, a feeling the lord of Burnett Manor wasn’t used to feeling inside of him. A most formidable energy, it felt violent and chaotic, he preferred his smooth sense of control, as soft and supple as a finely poured bourbon aged for centuries in oak barrel. He relished in that sense of power he transfixed over all who came into contact with him even in the most trivial of ways. Kyle’s eyes opened reading the lines of information James sent through to his lord most loyally.

  “Is that right? She senses a personal attachment to my treasures, well she is correct, though so were all those who now find themselves resting there instead of breathing still. She’s fucking toying with me.” His anger at feeling exposed left deep sleep on the back burn of twilight at least for now sleep would not visit Kyle tonight.

  Jess continued to walk slowly up the stairs, feeling the room expanding, turning this spiraling staircase into a rotating walkway. Her eyes hypnotized by the twinkling of dim lights on crystal glass sparkling and refracting the scent of Kyle trailing to her dainty French nose. Her heartbeat slowing down and the walls suddenly looking fuzzy and dark she knew something was very different about this particular treat left just for her in the kitchen dimly lit inviting her in after such an exhausting evening. It was laced with a sedative, fortunately one Jess was quite familiar with, Belladonna.

  She could taste the final note of atropine sweetness on her lips, how she’d grown accustomed to this taste. She remembered it from her many experiments with her private greenhouse and all the exotic and deadly plants that she was more than used to touching and ingesting even though for most this would be the final meal they ever enjoyed. Jess smiled realizing that this hallway grew dark due to her dilating eyes adjusting to the toxin now coursing through her veins, turning this hallway into a glittering tunnel of the night sky twinkling all around her silhouetted form that couldn’t help but venture upstairs. Her sinfully relaxed limbs reaching out for the bannister, the solid wood felt soft, its polished pieces seductively leading her to the top floor, and back to her room where her swimming mind and full stomach belonged; gorged on pleasure, adventure and most of all mystery.

  Kyle stealthily leaped from his bed his furious mind racing much too fast for him to focus on anything else but Jess. How was she able to penetrate his mind so vividly all the while he thought he was doing a perfectly good job of penetrating hers, but something stirred within him driving him mad;

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nbsp; Was she able to coax out other information about his past?

  His darkside he felt was most well hidden from the world, except for those that ended up in their final resting place. Outside in the cemetery was the only place that ever truly brought Kyle any peace, the one space in time that all projects were finished and completed with complete absolution. His secrets safe with him and only him now and always, until this insatiable hot, yet vexing little bitch arrived this afternoon. Kyle grabbed his large, plush dark green terry cloth robe from the hook nearby his bed where it always rested and briskly walked towards the bathroom, closing the door nearly all the way, leaving the cracked door to let light escape just barely enough to give Jess’s third eye quite the titillating show as she finally made it to the top of the stairwell.

  Her dark hallway turning into a vertical strip of light and between that glowing light that appeared in her mind’s eye was Kyle’s glorious backside. The mirror in his room in this angle reflected his back and shoulders. Molested by hot water flowing down his broad shoulders and splashing off of every sharp pointed bone that pressed itself from under his hot flesh.

  “Oh if only you knew my darling that sharing such sweet poison with me only enhances my gifts, if you wanted me to play victim you should’ve tried harder.” Jess smiled and giggled softly knowing that she was the only one on this floor now besides her stimulating new boss.