by Dark Angel
His eyes fall on my breasts and my nipples harden even more under his gaze. His eyes move to meet mine as he takes one of nipples and rolls it between his fingers. I moan. Jeremy’s eyes never leave mine. He’s studying me, memorizing every response of my body. His fingers tighten, pinching my nipple. I bite my lip and my breath hitches. The corner of Jeremy’s mouth quirks up and a wicked little grin spreads across his face. He twists my nipple and my hips jerk. I feel my pussy clench and a groan, low and feral, forces its way from my throat. I feel Jeremy’s hard cock twitch against my hip.
“More?” he asks, his voice deeper and rougher than before.
I nod my head. I don’t trust myself to speak; I’m afraid of what I might ask him to do to me. The pressure on my nipple increases, and my clit begins to throb. Jeremy leans in, teeth scraping against my neck before tugging the lobe of my ear. He brings his lips to mine and this kiss isn’t gentle, it’s teeth and tongue and lust and power. I can’t get enough of it. Jeremy kisses me hard and deep and like he never wants to let me go. He kisses me until I can’t breathe, until I feel dizzy.
Jeremy releases my nipple. His fingers skate down my side before his hand slides between my slick thighs. I’m panting, already strung out on the pleasure he’s given me. I part my legs eagerly and he slides a finger into me. My inner walls clench as his finger pushes deeper. His thumb brushes my clit. I moan, and he presses another finger into me. His thumb moves more deliberately against me, making my hips buck and my hands clench on his shoulders. His fingers wring another moan from my lips. My hips are moving faster and I can feel the pleasure building, red-hot, a fever threatening to burn up everything in its path. I feel consumed by pleasure and need, wild and reckless. My world narrows to nothing more than the feel of Jeremy’s fingers stroking that sweet spot inside of me and his thumb fast and hard on my clit. My entire body tenses, shakes and my heart thunders as orgasm slams into me so hard I see stars. Jeremy gently eases his fingers from me, and I watch, transfixed as brings them to his lips to lick them clean.
“You really do taste divine,” he says.
I smile and shift closer to him. His breath hitches, and I feel his cock twitch. I shift again. This time more deliberately, swaying my hips. He groans, and his fingers tighten on my hips.
“Carrie,” he says grabbing my hips, holding me still. “While I do have a great deal of control, I am only human.” His voice is low, dark and edged with danger. It doesn’t frighten me. It excites me.
“I want…” I turn my head slightly so I’m looking into his eyes. “I want…”
“You want?” He pauses, waiting for me to finish.
What do I want? I want him to tell me I can’t leave. I want him to tell me I’m trapped. I want him to tell me if I leave, I’ll die. I want you to keep me so I don’t have to think about why I want to stay. I want you fuck me. I don’t say any of those things, though. I can’t. Instead, I say, “I want to touch you. Please. Jeremy, can I touch you?”
“Of course.” And the want in his voice makes me shiver.
Jeremy
My sweet Carrie, she looks even more beautiful. The flicker light of the candles warming her lovely skin. She asks permission to touch me as if she thought I would refuse. As I could refuse her anything, she doesn’t know what she does to me. The way she steals my control, the way her very presence intoxicates me, from the first moment I saw her I knew I had to have her. I watch as she slides to her knees in front of me. I’ve already tasted her but I want to experience every bit of her perfect innocent body. But I meant what I said to Carrie, I would never take from her anything that she doesn’t offer me. It’s strange for a man like me to have limits I suppose, but I have them still. God how I want to possess her to make her mine.
Carrie’s small delicate hand trembles just slightly as she pulls down the zipper of my pants. I hear her gasp, and lick her lips. I can feel my cock twitch in anticipation of sliding between her lush full lips. I grow even harder knowing that mine will be the first cock she’s ever tasted and if I have my way it also be the only one she ever tastes. Her hands slide up thighs slow, tentative as she reaches for the waist of my boxer briefs, I lift my hips to help her and groan with relief when my cock springs free.
My sweet Carrie’s eyes go wide and her mouth hangs slightly open. I know my cock is huge and I see a bit of doubt and fear creeping into her eyes. I never want her to feel fear or doubt with me. I reach down brushing on of her thick dark waves out of her face. I gather allow of my control and look into her eyes. I want her to understand that I mean every word I say to her.
“You don’t have to, Carrie,” I say.
She looks up at me her big brown eyes filled with so much need and desire that it shakes me to my core. I’m not a man accustomed to wanting. Or rather I should say I’m not accustomed to having my wants go unfulfilled. I want so much from her. I want to lose myself in the softness of her body, I want to bury myself inside every one of her holes. I want to touch the darkness inside of her.
“I want to,” she says. “I want to please you.”
Her voice trembles and my cock jerks. I know Carrie isn’t accustomed to expressing her desires but I intend to unlock all her secrets. I stroke my hand through her hair, letting my fingers tangle in those dark waves. She wraps her tiny fingers around my cock and strokes experimentally. I groan low in my throat.
Carrie looks up at be from underneath the long dark lashes, that frame her chocolate brown eyes. I see a riot of emotion in those eyes. Her desire is at war with the world tells she should be, but I know what she is.
“Yes, Carrie,” I say, letting her name roll of my tongue in a way that I know will make her shiver.
I watch her teeth sink into her lower lip, full and swollen by my kisses. God, I could probably come just from the site of her naked and kneeling before me yearning to please me. The way that she opens herself to me is an aphrodisiac all it own. She tightens her grip as much as she can and strokes a little faster she licks her lips and her eyes fix of the pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock. She looks back up at me again.
"What do you want?" she asks.
I watch the rise and fall of her chest. I know that she isn’t prepared to hear the true answer to that question.
“I’ve gotten what I want.” It’s a shadow of the truth. “What do you want Carrie?”
I hear a hitch in her breath, but she looks up me, and it’s clear that desire is once again taking hold of her.
“I want to suck your cock.” She looks down quickly and I see the flush on her cheeks. I also see the way her nipples have hardened again to stiff peaks that I want to take between my teeth. I also note the way she’s squirming, pressing her thighs together.
I raise an eyebrow. “Carrie, I can deny you, nothing.”
I watch as her tongue flicks the head of my cock, tasting me. She then runs her tongue the length of my cock tasting me. She licks her lips again and then sucks the head of my cock into her mouth.
The sight of her pretty full lips stretching around my cock tests the very limits of my control, my sanity. Her mouth is like heaven, hot, wet perfection, wrapped around my throbbing cock. I resist the urge to thrust as she slowly lowers her head to take more of me. My fingers tighten in her hair.
“Carrie," I breathe my sweet angels name.
She hums softly and my cock throbs and jerks in the soft wetness of her mouth. Carrie attempts to lower her head further and I keep my hand in hair guiding her so that she doesn't take too much too fast, but she will take every inch of it. I slowly relax my hold one her an inch at a time like the most exquisite torture, until finally her lips reach the base of my cock. My throbbing cock fills her mouth and she begins to slowly move her head.
Pleasure like the sweetest poison crawls through my veins and claws its way up my spine, obliterating the last shreds of my self-control. I thrust up into her mouth feeling the head of my cock touch the back of her delicate throat. Her hands tighten on my thighs but she doesn’
t stop sucking. Instead she times the movement of her head to match the rhythm that I've set for her. I look down and I don't believe I ever seen anything as beautiful as Carrie kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth and my fingers tangled in her wild hair.
I want to keep her forever. I want to break the cage that surrounds her dark mind. I want to watch her become the beautiful deadly siren that lures fools to their death. She could do it easily. I'd certainly follow her into the darkest pits of hell with a smile on face. If I weren’t so lost in the pleasure of her mouth, perhaps I’d wonder who is the real captive here. But I can’t think about anything other than the wet, delicious heat of her mouth.
The pace of my thrust speed up and I imagine how Carrie will soon look covered in the remnants of my release. I want to come all over her, one of many ways I’ll lay claim to her body. The same ecstasy that obliterated my self-control has made me feral. I snap my hips forward as the white heat of pleasure overtakes my body and mind. I arch into Carrie's beautiful mouth and spill stream after stream of my seed into her throat. Carrie tries to swallow it all but I pull back and allow my seed to cover her lips, her neck, her chest. I lean back into my chair somewhat sated. I watch as Carries tongue darts out tasting my cum. She then leans forward and laps up what remains on my cock before tucking it neatly back in my pants. She licks her lips clean and looks up as me a debauched and fallen angel. She wears corruption well. It suits her. I’m not the least bit surprised.
"Was it…was I?" She asks her voice barely above a whisper.
I take her arm and help her to her feet pulling her back into my lap so that she’s straddling me. I rest her forehead against mine.
"You were perfect,” I say kissing her lips savoring the taste on myself on her tongue. I tilt her head back kissing her deeply with all the passion and madness that's in me.
Carrie grips the front my he shirt trying to pull me closer to her. Finally the need for breath breaks our kiss. I scrape my teeth against her long lovely neck just to feel her shiver against me. I begin dropping kisses along her collarbone, licking the cum from her chest. She whimpers, a small little sound, but enough to make my cock twitch. I could take her a thousand times and never want her with less than every fiber of my being. She's my obsession.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, my tongue collecting the seed that drips from it. Carrie tangles her hand in my hair and her nails scrape against my scalp. God the things I want to to do her, but those are pleasures for another night. I bring my lips back to her and kiss her again, this time lightly on the lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and holding her close against me and carry her upstairs.
Jeremy
Up the stairs, I take her to my room. Pausing only to remove our clothes, I lift her again and I carry her through the door and into my private bathroom.
With its clawfoot tub and marble floor, the master bathroom is easily one of the most pleasing upgrades I’ve made to this old home. It maintains the integrity of the old architecture yet still has modern touches, like large bowl sinks and simple, elegant faucets. I liked the way the sinks and mirrors looked when I oversaw the renovation, but now I’m delighted to have a set. His and hers.
The way Carrie gave herself to the pleasure I offered and to the pleasure she gave me, I understand even more that she’s my dark angel, our souls entwined, never to part. I see in her an equal kind of energy. Her dormant desires drawn to life bring me more satisfaction than anything else.
I draw the bath water, keeping one hand around Carrie and using the other to work the faucet, casting a few drops of lavender and lemon oils in for a calming scent. They’d inspired thoughts of Carrie when I selected them, and the hopes that I’d share them with her are now coming to fruition. I bring us both into the water, hot enough to soothe aching muscles and draw out any tensions she might have.
“Is the temperature suitable?” I ask, pulling her tight against my chest and kissing the top of her head. I look at her eyes, eyelids drooping. I know we’re both tired after the torrential orgasms, post-dinner.
“Yes,” Carrie murmurs, barely above a whisper. She closes her eyes. Her face nuzzles against my chest.
She must hear my heartbeat, and it can’t lie to her about how her closeness makes me feel.
I’m certain that Carrie’s still planning to escape. My morality is lacking, but not my judgment.
Carrie doesn’t have to trust me to want me, and she didn’t have to give herself to me. I searched her eyes for fear then and I didn’t see it. I bring my lips to the top of her hair and kiss her again, soft and gentle as I can manage. Despite how much I’ve had her already, I only want Carrie more. I didn’t initiate her mouth on my cock, and motives held no factor in the pleasure. I accept that it may be just a ploy to further gain my trust. If it is, it doesn’t dampen my desire for Carrie now, nor did it then.
I stroke my fingers up and down her arms. The water will get cold if I don’t hurry about our business, but I breathe deep the scent of her and the scent of the oils. A serene stillness settles around my soul. I knew that she was brilliant from the moment I first spoke to her. I recognized a wise soul in a naive body. The potential for darkness in her mind called to be made real, but I recognized more in her. Carrie’s cleverness beckoned to shed light on the shadows of her mind.
I cling to the sensation of her light body so fragile against me. The skin, unloved, untouched before me. I pray to something only I know, no normal god would have me, and ache to be worthy of her desire. Let her want me, truly want me, and that’s how I’ll know that my life has been worth anything. She wiggles against my lap, adjusting as my cock rudely hardens at just the thought of something resembling a normal life with her.
The curve of her ass touches me, and despite how much I want her, I ignore that sensation. “May I bathe you?” My voice aches as it leaves me, words difficult to form with my ardent obsession.
Carrie’s eyes look up at mine and there’s no lie I can detect in them. Not fear, not longing. She is observing me, considering my question. Unlike the brute my body wants to be, I’m going to listen to her mouth rather than taste her lips with my tongue like I crave.
There’s a true wickedness in her with such a purity that it could bring me to my knees. More than anything, I ache for her to truly belong to me. I know that she could cast me out, flee from me, destroy me, and I’d sooner accept that fate than not have her. How I fell with her was to be determined, but that fall is as inevitable as the demise of those who wronged her.
Finally, her perfect lips part to taunt me no longer in silence. “No one has ever bathed me, not since I was a child.” Carrie nods. “I think that would feel very calming. I’d like that.”
A gentleman would accept this gift. I, however, want to beg for any scrap of knowledge about her that I can hold close in my heart. To know her more feels like to know myself, my obsession with her runs so deep. “I know I’ll enjoy it,” I say in a hushed tone, urging myself to relax my interrogative urges to keep the tranquility of the moment. But everything about Carrie challenges my self-control.
“What?” Carrie asks with a laugh. “I don’t believe you’ve never washed a woman. I’m sure people do it with those they didn’t whisk off to their dark, secret mansions.” She bites her lip and looks down. Something about my discomfort gave her a footing, and I want to explore this.
I touch my hand to Carrie’s upper arm, careful not to squeeze her as hard as I’d like to. “I actually haven’t before. I’ve never wanted to,” I tell her. “Who bathed you as a child, your parents or your staff?”
I almost don’t recognize my voice. I’m bringing up thoughts of my own childhood, an area of my life that I rarely dwell on. Perhaps if I’d sought a therapist over these things, I wouldn’t be a murderer. But it is the knife that brought Carrie and I together…
Carrie’s mouth tenses. “Only my nanny, who deeply resented my existence. I wanted to be closer to her, more than my cold mother, but I can’t say I blame Zella f
or how she felt about my family.” Carrie shakes her head. “Tell me what happened to your family.”
I haven’t told Carrie that something did happen to my family. I have used this technique before — you ask a leading question to confirm something that you don’t already know. Yet, the way she leans closer to me and touches my face now…I don’t believe this tactic is ill-willed.
“Family is supposed to make you better.” I grab a bath sponge and body gel made of ivory shimmer that I bought, imagining it glistening on Carrie’s wet skin like it will now. I dip the sponge in the water and then wet it, and bring it up to her chest, washing off the remnants of our lust. “My family did not, however. That’s why I don’t see them as my family. They’re gone…” Fuck, I’m evading the question and I don’t mean to. “Carrie, I want to tell you. But I have to ask, do you really want to know?”
Her hand on my face drops to my hand holding the sponge. Carrie squeezes my hand. “Yes, I do want to know. I didn’t want to talk about my parents, but I did. So now it’s your turn. That’s fair, right?” Her voice goes soft and I know that neither of us truly want to talk about our families. Yet, the gap between captive and partner can’t be bridged with rainbows and sunshine. We’re more nightmares, secrets, uncomfortable truths.
“My father killed my mother, and then himself. They were never like me, they didn’t care much for me, and my father planned to kill me too. But Carter’s stepmother had betrayed him, so my father killed himself before bothering to finish me off. I was about your age then, and Carter was my only friend. I considered him family.”
