Perverse Demons

by Maialen Alonso

  Snow was standing with his back to Shara and a hand in the bubbling water.

  “Get in.”

  “What?”

  “You’re sweaty and dirty, get in.”

  She had to... take a shower with him? Okay, she knew he was forceful, because he knew she had trouble being in these types of situations. But this was too much. Her mind kept going over bad scenes, thinking he only wanted to laugh at her.

  Shara frowned and looked thoughtfully at the floor. She doubted everything. Suddenly she fell through the air, landing in the Jacuzzi with a scream that reverberated in the bathroom.

  “I should be livid that you aren’t following my order, but I seem to find it arousing. You know why? Because you give me a reason to train you like a little kitten.” He grabbed a sponge and washed her shoulders.

  She shrank back a little. He wasn’t thinking of bathing her, was he? Shara looked up to see him smiling calmly as if this situation was as normal as walking to buy a loaf of bread.

  “Arm’s up.”

  Shara looked forward and though she was embarrassed she wanted to obey him.

  Snow gently ran the sponge over both breasts, before leaning down and going lower, leaning his head on Shara’s trembling shoulder and giving her a kiss.

  “You know what you have to do now, right?” He said, playfully. “We want you to be very clean, because if you aren’t then I won’t be able to dirty you again.”

  The gentle tone of his voice caressed her ear. His whispered words aroused her further. He was a devil, an erotic devil that payed with her.

  Shara opened her legs giving him access to the most private part of her body while her arousal increased even more.

  Snow began to rub her gently making Shara’s back stiffen from the contact. Stimulated by the contact she began to feel arousal, just like the night before, soft moans left her half opened mouth. Each time he rubbed her moans became louder.

  “Are you going to come?” He whispered, in her ear. “Not with the sponge, sweetheart.”

  The sponges contact on her stopped and her vision cleared up. Shara saw the sponge float on top of the water. Damn it, she had been so close to coming.

  Snow moved away from her and she felt a cold shill. With a hand he gently pushed her forward with the intention of sliding his body behind hers.

  Shara felt when he stepped into the water and sat behind her. He left his knees bent and grabbed Shara’s leg separating them, lifting them, and placed them over his, leaving her completely open and defenseless.

  He kissed and sucked on her delicate neck arousing her once more and played with her breasts. Although, he didn’t play with them too much, because for the moment they weren’t his main priority. He caressed her belly and then lowered his hand to her pussy, whose heat he felt with pride even through the warm water.

  Snow began to rub her clitoris in circular motions and occasionally pinched it. He continued until he calculated she was ready for something more. Then he slipped a finger inside her pussy, which she suddenly tightened and gave an anxious shriek at the intrusion, she grabbed his hand to push it away when she felt a sharp pain.

  “Relax and don’t squeeze. It will hurt more if you do.” He said, warning her that he wasn’t going to stop.

  “But, it hurts.”

  “I know, sweetheart, but it will only hurt for a moment. I assure you that if I fuck you with anything larger than my finger it will hurt much worse. Breathe slowly, I’ll go slowly.”

  Shara let go of his hand and began to concentrate on breathing slowly. She could have sworn that he inserted and removed his finger the same rhythm of her breathes. Each time she tried to fill her lungs with air and gradually she relaxed. The painful twinges became only slightly bothersome and disappeared completely when he used his thumb to caress her swollen clitoris.

  Oh! It was so marvelous that it couldn’t be real. Feeling something so good had to be bad, because if it wasn’t, then she would be happy to remain like this for the rest of her life. Shara lifted her hands to hold on to Snow’s shoulders, where his muscles tensed deliciously, she almost wanted to tell him to move faster and it seemed he understood her need. Because a few seconds later he inserted a second finger and once again she felt a painful twinge that quickly disappeared, because something within her changed and she didn’t know what. It seemed he touched a special place inside her that made her want to explode.

  “What? Oh! Wait, no, no...”

  This feeling was different to any she had felt before. More than she had experienced up until that moment. What the hell was happening? With only one touch he was about to make her explode and all of her other senses disappeared, leaving her feeling only the sensation of his touch.

  “You have a very sensate G spot.” He whispered. Snow slowed the movement of his fingers leaving them inside her. He caressed her G spot and her spasms became stronger and more frequent. “After this I’ll give you a massage.”

  Shara’s legs, arms, and back hurt with the unbearable tenseness of her body. Shara screamed, writhed, and splashed water as she begged God for a million things. What she had couldn’t be a normal orgasm that everyone else had, because if it was she thought people would spend all their time having sex instead of going to work.

  “And that sweetheart is female ejaculation. I think it’s marvelous that you can enjoy this wonder.” He whispered, and she barely heard him, because a magnificent sensation filled her body prolonging her pleasure.

  While she concentrated on breathing enough to stay alive she felt him lift her out of the water and dry her off with a towel as if she were a child. It was glorious. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt someone else’s caring touch.

  Shara was physically exhausted but strangely happy.

  ***

  Snow placed her on the bed and squirted coco butter lotion on his hands and gently began to massage her thighs. Shara’s muscles relaxed and she slipped into a pleasant sleep. Waking up an hour later to see Snow sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his cell phone. At that moment time seemed to stop and she felt an overwhelming emptiness...she was starting to feel something for a man who never belonged to anyone, he was a free spirit.

  Falling in love with Snow wouldn’t be good, not for her, at least. This being her first love meant that her heart would hurt eternally. She could almost see the suffering that was coming. How could she feel something for someone she had just met? She had thought that when she was finally free she wanted to experience things like going to the movies, having dinner at a restaurant, playing the fool in a normal relationship. But that wasn’t going to happen.

  Snow felt someone was watching him and turned to see Shara looking at him with her crystal clear eyes as if she was in a trance. Snow felt her gaze like a punch in the face. He never wanted to see her pain filled her expression, never wanted her to experience it. He didn’t know if it was because of her innocence, but she affected him, additionally his iron will and feelings that he’d had towards women began to soften. He’d never had a relationship that was more than sexual, it was taboo for him.

  “Are you crying because of me?” he asked finally, unable to repress his own emotions.

  “No, it’s not because of what happened. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m a little overwhelmed.” She confessed without a thought. There was no shame or embarrassment in telling him how she felt and it was more freeing than she could have thought. It was as if she was in a strange mental state caused by a drug. “Everything is a bit strange. My life has never been normal. I haven’t been able to experience all the things that girls my own age have.” Her voice trembled.

  “I know.” He said, quietly. “I know everything.”

  Shara looked at him with her dark eyes. She had never been ashamed of her past, until that moment. She didn’t know why, but Snow knowing her past bothered her, she felt emotionally exposed. Suddenly one word crushed her, shame.

  “I... have to go to work.”

  S
now saw that she was emotionally affected although he didn’t know the reason. Maybe telling her he knew of her dark past had been an error that he hoped he wouldn’t regret. He let her dress slowly, almost like an automaton, and saw her leave his home like a disappearing ghost.

  He didn’t like the feeling he had once the door closed.

  ***

  Two days passed since Shara’s encounter with Snow and Shara had thought a lot about what happened and she’d finally made a decision. She wouldn’t suffer. She was grateful for everything that she had experienced with Snow, but continuing with the sexual maelstrom would only leave her wounded and hurt, because she knew she was falling in love with him and he wasn’t the type of man that stayed with one woman. The night before she had imagined seeing him with another woman and felt the pain it would cause in her heart.

  It was better to keep distance between them.

  Making things worse that day she’d been by herself in the store and the jingle of a bell had alerted her to a customer entering the store.

  “Fuck, Shara, I have had a hell of a time trying to find you. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Claire stood with her arms crossed and an angry expression on her face. “Do you think it’s ok to just disappear like that?”

  Shara was filled with fury.

  “You left me there Claire. You blamed me.” Shara spit out the words angrily, while she looked at the bouquet of flowers that she was arranging. She couldn’t look at Claire or she would slap her.

  “God, you’re so dramatic.” Claire said,

  “You really think that?” Tense, Shara threw the scissors on the table, making a sound that startled the reporter. “A real friend doesn’t do that. A real friend doesn’t sell you out...you have no idea. You know nothing about me. I’m dramatic because I feel like. It’s the least I can do after what I’ve had to live through. Leave! And don’t show your face around here again. You’re disgusting.”

  Shara felt like an emotional bomb had exploded from all the negative feelings she had hid deep within her heart. All the darkness she and Snow had created within her. She was sick of everything. All she wanted was a normal and boring life.

  Haughty, Claire frowned at Shara and held within all the things she was about to shout at her ex- friend. She turned and walked out of the small store with all the dignity she could manage. How could that idiot Shara reject her? Things wouldn’t remain like this and Shara had committed an unforgiveable sin. Shara had implied that she had a dark past.

  Claire decided she would get revenge and do it publicly. She would ridicule her to the point it would make her hide in a deep dark hole and never come out.

  ***

  Snow decided to give Shara some time, maybe she only needed some time to think about what happened, but he wasn’t willing to let her go.

  Some time back he had vowed never to give his heart to a woman, but he never thought he would have to fight against it...maybe Shara was the key and he wanted a relationship with her, even though it was dangerous to his emotions and his heart.

  The days passed slowly and he had no news about Shara. He’d gone close to her store a few times just to see her. She was sad. He could tell from a few meters distance and it had made him turn around and leave.

  Although it was hard to wait, he spent the sad time concentrating on the traitorous Claire. He found out that she had serious problems. Everyday another name was added to the list of her enemies, he wasn’t her only enemy.

  On the morning of the tenth day Snow left his house hurriedly. He had barely slept that night as the club members were discussing that a reporter had infiltrated the club and that it had caused chaos that had been hard to fix.

  He stopped in front of a newsstand and his eyes immediately went to a newspaper that he hadn’t ever read, but one he knew Claire worked for. One of the titles of the articles in the left hand column contained a name he knew well, Shara.

  Read the Horrifying Story of Shara

  A Woman who has just been released from a Mental Institution

  Snow felt his body fill with fury. He bought the newspaper and after wrinkling it in anger went home. Before reading the article he drank a couple of glasses of the best wine he had in the bar and then sighing he sat down.

  He opened the page and saw the horrifying image of a terrified little girl, who the psychiatrist doctors tried to tranquilize. It was one of the photos that Jack had left out of the file due to its content, which was classified and private. Where had she gotten the file? Claire hadn’t been discreet. She had published absolutely everything, information, dates, and photographs...the only thing left to publish was Shara’s bra size.

  Claire had just crossed the line.

  ***

  Shara opened the store the same as everyday a bit nervous. She watched as people stared at her on the street and whispered, but she thought it was her imagination, last night she had slept badly. She thought about Snow all the time. She even dreamed about him and his smile.

  The shop bell jingled at the same moment that the computer let out a sound on starting up. The elderly woman who owned the flower shop just stood there looking at her as if she had just seen the most horrifying thing in the world. Her blue eyes were tear- filled and Shara thought maybe a catastrophe had happened.

  “Are you alright?” Shara asked, while walking to the counter to help her.

  “Dear, why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, while grabbing Shara’s arm and sobbing.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mrs. Smith.”

  Shara looked at her adorable boss. She seemed to be very emotional and somehow it had to do with her.

  Shara lowered her eyes and saw that she held a wrinkled newspaper in one hand and then she recognized her own name. Suddenly she ripped the newspaper out of her boss’s hands and opened it to see photographs of herself, photographs that she had never wanted to see and that her psychiatrist had recommended that she didn’t think about. It was horrifying, nauseating and overwhelming...

  The article was written by Claire and in a photograph next to the article she stood smiling.

  Claire had just destroyed her.

  Shara took a couple of steps backwards while shaking her head. She had never thought it possible but images flooded her mind and she even felt pain in her body. A pain she thought she’d let go with the passing of time.

  “Goodness. Are you okay, Shara?”

  Mrs. Smith rushed forward when Shara fell to her knees holding her head in pain. Then Shara managed to get up and push her away. Leaving Mrs. Smith to watch as Shara ran out of the shop horrified. Worried Mrs. Smith decided to call the police.

  Staggering out on the street Shara felt she was being watched again. It hadn’t been her imagination... all the city knew of her past, a past she thought she’d left behind, had forgotten. All she wanted was to be normal, just one more girl among thousands...

  Shara didn’t want anyone’s pity, or their attention. It was just something that happened and it had cost her the best years of her life. Was it so difficult to start over? No one could deny that she deserved it. Damn Claire, Shara hoped she’d rot in hell.

  Confused, almost as if in a dream, she wanted to get home and lock herself inside, but her strange condition caught people’s attention. The people who didn’t know who she was thought she was drunk or on drugs. Many people called the emergency line and before she could get home an ambulance stopped nearby. Two emergency medical technicians approached her cautiously. The woman recognized her from the newspaper photographs of her as an adult. She’d never forget the gaze of the woman that left the hospital after fifteen long years.

  Shara tried to keep walking home pretending she didn’t hear them. Finally, they had to sedate her. Although she wasn’t aggressive she seemed to be in a catatonic state that had her mind far away.

  “It’s impossible not to feel pity.” One of the nurses who walked in the hallway said. “Poor girl.”

  “Yes, I can’t even imagine what she h
ad to go through. The truth is that newspaper reporter crossed a line. The information she published was private and confidential”

  They were joined by other nurses until there was a group of four nurses talking.

  “The police were here. They asked the doctor if Shara had told the reporter her story.”

  “And what did he say?” They asked.

  “That she didn’t tell her anything. If she had she wouldn’t be in this condition. Imagine that you’ve spent the last fifteen years trying to forget your past and then suddenly the entire city knows.”

  “Ladies!” A man’s voice shouted.

  To which they responded with. “Sorry, doctor.”

  “More, respect please. Come on, let’s go inside. Close the door.”

  Shara was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Dealing with this situation was harder than she imagined. She only wanted to lie in bed and cry.

  “I’m surprised that you’ve come here.” She heard someone say softly so as not to wake her up. “It’s strange I have to admit. I never would have thought that you knew her. Here, sign this.” He added after grabbing her medical records that hung at the foot of the bed. “You can take her after she wakes up.”

  “She’s already awake.” Another man, said. Shara recognized his voice instantly.

  Shara sat up suddenly turning around and looked at Snow with tear - filled eyes watching as he observed her. Her eyes gave her emotional condition away. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She was ashamed. She could deal with the entire city, but not with him.

  “Get dressed, Shara. We’re leaving.” Snow commanded.

  The doctor said goodbye and left them there. It was a few moments before Shara reacted to his command, but ended up getting out of bed without saying anything. She didn’t know the reason, but she was terrified, and though he knew of her past. She didn’t know if he knew it all.

  “Can I go home?” Shara asked, shyly when she came dressed out of the bathroom. She couldn’t meet Snow’s blue eyes and stared at the floor instead. She heard him sigh.