by Cara Thereon
“I don’t want to tell you.” His voice was low and sensual. It teased across her senses, speaking of fantasies he wanted to fulfill.
Her nipples tightened and thrust against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She shifted in her bed, ignoring the way her skin tingled. She knew what was on his mind; it was the same thing that had been on hers since she heard his voice. Be cool.
The husky note in her laughter gave her away. “And why not?”
A lingering pause, and then…
“Take off your shirt,” he demanded in a way that made her heart lurch. That tone always made her gush and it had the same effect just then.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Why –”
“No questions,” he cut her off in a hard voice. “Take it off.”
She sat the phone beside her and lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her bare except for her black underwear. Goosebumps cropped up on her skin. Excitement quickened her heart as she lifted the phone to her ear.
“Okay,” she replied softly.
“Now your panties.”
And this command she rushed to obey, shimmying the lacy down her hips while still on her back. The gusset of her underwear felt damp sliding along the inside of her thighs. That wetness clung to her skin as she tossed the fabric on the ground.
He didn’t wait for her reply before giving the next command though she was sure her breathing gave her away. “Put your hands where I tell you.”
Stubbornness broke through her rising sexual hazy. It leaked into her words. “How do you know I’ll obey?”
“I’ll know.” His chuckle was full of wickedness, and she shivered.
Somehow she knew he would, or believed he would at least. She wanted to obey though. Her breath snagged in her chest as she waited.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She turned on the speakerphone and sat it beside her head. She cupped her breasts, pinching at the erect bud.
“Spread your legs,” he continued in that hard voice, “and touch my pussy.”
His pussy. An ache settled in the very place he’d just claimed as his own. She brought her knees up, allowing her legs to butterfly out. The cool of the room caressed the wet heat between her thighs and she couldn’t help sighing softly. Her eyes slid shut as she let her fingers tickle over her stomach. When she touched the petal soft skin of her wet lips, she sighed.
His breathing came heavy through the line. “Tell me what you’re doing?”
“I’m circling my clit with the tip of my finger; teasing, but not touching it. I’m thinking of you, wishing you were here with me. I’m so wet for you,” she answered feverishly.
Sensations radiated from her plump clit out to the rest of her body. Her fingers tapped lightly, then with more pressure as she listened to his pants and thought about him.
It was easy to picture him. She knew he sat at his desk, thousands of miles and time zones between them. She knew he’d already undone the button of the pressed dress pants, releasing his engorged cock from the cotton prison so he could wrap a hand around himself. She could she the head, wet with pre-cum, red and begging for her tongue. Desire surged through her.
Her fingers worked at a steady rate, alternating between pressing her button and dipping. Her mouth uttering the dirty things she wanted him to do to her.
“I want you to come,” he gritted out. “I want to hear you scream.”
It was the moment, the primal lust combined with that hint of desperation, and the play of her fingers that pushed her over the edge. She cried out, pleasure swamped her body as her pussy clenched and released around her fingers. His groans barely registered through her wave of pleasure.
“That’s what I was thinking about,” he said after a moment. He exhaled a shaky breath. “How I wanted to be there watching you, touching you all over, and then filling you with my cum.”
She licked her lips, missing him with her whole being. “Next week,” she promised.
“Next week,” he replied, his voice silky and in control once again.
Succubus
The sour smell of fear permeated the living room. Dark spots of indeterminate origin stained the blue carpet. Blood, she surmised with a delicate sniff. Furniture lay toppled, shredded or totally demolished on the floor as she picked her way slowly into the house.
She drew in a breath looking for another, far more potent smell. A number of cloying scents tickled her nose like anger and regret, but not that subtle sweetness she needed desperately. Not this room.
Bypassing the kitchen, she made her way down the long hallway to the bedrooms. A single picture of a smiling woman, blonde and beautiful, hung on the wall at an odd angle that troubled her. She felt a twinge of sadness for her, but it was pushed down by her desire for her fix. The house seemed to groan under the pain of recent violent deaths and she played with fire even being there, but…
There it was. Her nostrils flared wide as she caught a whiff of her drug of choice.
Lust.
Her heart beat out a rapid tattoo as she turned into a room. The door was ripped from its hinges and hung like a broken wing off the frame. Blood, fresh and bright red, splashed the white walls and curtains in a gruesome pattern. A body – man or woman; she didn’t know – lay broken like a rag doll on the large four-poster bed. The amount of blood painted everything.
She shuddered at the scene before her eyes moved as if pulled to a man in the middle of the room.
His naked body was covered in the same blood splashed on the wall. Tall, with heavy musculature, his body appeared to be sculpted from marble. He was breathtaking, and she just caught the gasp that threatened to tumble from her lips at the sight of him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence in the room because his eyes were focused on the bed, focused on the grotesque spectacle. But she knew; she knew without seeing his eyes what he was and what he’d done.
That beautiful body hid the soul of a monster, a demon of the worst kind. But it was his actions that kept her riveted. His hand fisted around his engorged shaft, pumping up and down with rapid strokes that she felt in her own body.
On the upstroke, his thumb brushed over the head of his cock and her clit jerked as though he touched her. He slid his hand down, his hips rocking as he gripped himself painfully hard.
The lust was so strong she leaned against the wall for support. She sucked in the intoxicating aroma of his desire, filling her soul with the scent. He pulsed with lust; it surged from his frame as he jacked off to the evidence of his demented rampage. And like the needy succubus she was, she drank deep, taking every bit of his murderous lust into herself. It swirled on her tongue, zipped in her blood, and pulsed hot between her thighs.
She nearly drowned in it. Her nipples became stiffened points in her bra, her heart hammering as her breath rushed out in inaudible pants, and her wetness leaked from her body and soaked her panties to her jeans. It was close her orgasm, so close that she squeezed her thighs together and pinched a hard nipple in desperation. She sobbed quietly with the need for it.
Suddenly, he tossed his head back, a roar exploding from his lips as cum shot from his cock. Spurts of pearly white mixed with the brilliant red on the floor. Just the heavy rush of spent lost seized her, toppling her over the edge. She couldn’t stifle her sharp cry as her climax ripped through her body, sending her to her knees.
Her body clenched and released as she fought to catch her breath, to see through the red-hot lust she was swimming in. She needed to focus and get out before he caught her, but she couldn’t surface.
The pad of footsteps on carpet reached her ears, but she was too weak to move away. She knew how this would go, knew from the way his cock filled out the closer he came. It was the risk she took for chasing after her high, and she knew the end would come in the form of a demon such as him. She let her eyes drift shut when he came to a stop in front of her.
It was as if in a dream that she felt his fingers sift through her hair. The gesture felt loving and she trembled from the h
eat of arousal that spiked through her. His hand tightened just before he yanked her head back at a sharp angle. Hot tears of pain stung her eyes, but she met his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. A malevolent light glittered in his eyes as he looked down at her; his smile spoke of a promise of more pain.
His lust flared once more as he pulled her to her feet, uttering in a silky voice, “Have you come to play as well, little succubus?”
She didn’t bother to answer as he pulled her by her hair to the bloodstained bed. He pushed her facedown into the disarray, and she gasped as the cold liquid squelched on her skin. She fought then, her weakness diminishing, but his grip shifted to the back of her neck to hold her fast.
“Now, there’s no need for that.” He cut of her airway with a squeeze and she whimpered. Another heavy wave of lust brushed across her senses, dazing her into momentary stillness. His hand loosened around her neck then. “Much better.”
Her jeans were stripped from her body, pushing that lust higher he revealed her bare pussy. She moaned at the feeling, the overwhelming feeling of his lust for her. He kicked her legs wide, then wider until she felt spread impossibly wide.
He aligned his body with hers then, his skin burning hers as he curled around her body. The feel of his cock teasing at her entrance, so hard and thick, filled her with agonizing passion and fear. Everything about this moment felt so wrong, but the lust, she drew in the lust like an addict.
The scream that bubbled in her mind released itself in a pitiful whisper. “No,” she moaned.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” His teeth bit hard into her ear, drawing blood. “And then I’m going to enjoy cutting you up and feasting on your screams.”
She keened like an animal when he drove himself deeply inside of her, filling her even as he sucked the life out of her.
When I Say
The heavy sound of her breathing filled the air. She could feel his eyes on her bare breasts as they rose and fell, but the orgasm that rippled through her body took all her focus. His fingers continued to pump slowly inside her quivering pussy, prolonging the spasms until she couldn’t take it. She pulled at her bonds as he thrust against her g-spot.
“Stop,” she whimpered when he teased her sensitive clit. “No more.”
He chuckled, the sound warm honey on her senses. “Ah, but you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” He reached up to trace her nipple, painting wetness on her flesh, making it peak to painful hardness. “Tell me you’re done and mean it and I’ll untie you right now.”
She pulled her eyes from his hand playing at her breast to look up at him hovering over her. His obsidian eyes glittered knowingly, seeing through any feeble protests she might have offered to the woman underneath that craved his touch. A smile tipped his lips and she shivered at the feral look on his face.
“That’s what I thought. This little pussy isn’t ready to quit; not until I say so.” He grasped the bar running through her nipple and yanked. She arched against her restraints, moaning helplessly as the pain jolted through her and raced down. He tugged again and she felt her cunt clench. “Right, pet?”
“Yes!” Her hips rose, thighs spread wide by the rope, body begging for his. He smacked her pussy and she raised her hips for another. Every pull at her nipple, the increasingly hard smacks between her thighs, blended pleasure and pain into an intoxicating mix. It brought her to the brink with breathtaking speed.
Her moans grew so loud that she missed the sound of his pants hitting the floor, the tinkle of his belt skittering across the floor barely reaching her ears. All she knew was his hands fondling her, torturing her, holding her at the edge but not sending her over. “Please, please!” She chanted.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded in that hard voice.
She felt the broad head of his cock brush along her slit, teasing her before he slid home. The slickness of her body allowed her to engulf him in one go. That first hard thrust toppled her into the abyss and she screamed as she came around him. He continued his advances, his eyes locked to hers that smile on his face.
“Again,” he demanded as he retreated and slammed into her just as hard. “We go until I’m satisfied.” His words were hard and every thrust left her breathless.
She was totally at his mercy and loved him for it.
In Hand
The air brushed along her overheated skin, lifting a long line of goose bumps from shoulder to knee.
Swallowing hard, she tried to relax into the position he’d left her in; bent over the couch, hands flat on the cushions, standing on tip toe with her ass high in the air. Her dark hair spilled over on to the cushion on either side of her face, leaving her back bare. She was a ball of trembling need before he’d finished adjusting her legs wide enough apart that the air caressed damp lips. He’d told her to wait, his hand brushing the vulnerable curve of her bottom before he’d disappeared from her side.
The blindfold took away her sight, forcing her to reach with her other senses to feel him in the room. She strained to hear over the gentle whoosh of the fan, her heart thumping in her ears with nervous anticipation. She held the pose because she knew he watched her even if she couldn’t find him. But God did she need him.
How long had it been? That question bounced around in her racing mind. She couldn’t help recalling the callouses on his palm as his hand tickled along her skin moments before, stopping so close to that place she ached without actually touching her. Need spiked in the pit of her belly as she contemplated how he’d touch her, use her…
“Let’s see how well my girl can stay still.” She wanted to turn her head, but remained still. Something in his voice warning her not to move.
A light touch brushed her from shoulder to shoulder and she barely stopped herself from squirming. She couldn’t figure out what he touched her with, but she shivered as it traced slowly along the curve of her back. Holding the position proved harder than she thought possible as it moved down the crack of her butt causing her thighs to quiver. When it stroked the lips of her slit, she let her feet flatten to the floor and wiggled her hips to receive more of that sweet sensation. The tickling touch disappeared and she froze.
“Uh-uh.” She swallowed at the disappointment that colored his voice. “Only good girls get a reward. Ass back in the air, now.”
Just a hint of fear bled into her excitement as he cupped the round flesh of her butt. She lifted back up on the balls of her feet, struggling to bring her ragged breathing back under control as he fluffed, squeezed and patted her. All she had to do was stay still; her mind tried focusing on that instead of the way his hands felt on her body. He used his thumbs to part the lips of her cunt, but before she could even think about moving, his hands left her all together. She bit her lip to stifle her desperate moan.
Her senses were so heightened; she could hear the rustle of his clothes as he leaned over her. She listened to his breath as it passed through his lips before it whispered over the shell of her ear. Air caught in her chest as she waited for him to speak, touch her, or do something to relieve the tension building.
“I think you need a reminder of what it means to stay in place.”
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonated in her ears seconds before the sting bloomed. She gasped as the spot pulsed hot. Before it even dissipated, it transformed into a pulse between her thighs.
He placed a staying hand on her back as his toes nudged the underside of her foot. She lifted back up, ignoring the way her calves tightened. He smoothed a hand over the spot he struck. “How many will it take, do you think?” She didn’t give an answer because she knew he wasn’t expecting one.
More smacks peppered her ass with hardly a pause between. His large palm covered whole patches of skin, leaving little of her ass untouched. Each one vibrated up her spine, back down into her belly, successfully fanning the embers until it became a fire in her body.
Her gasps and moans filled the room, her pussy throbbed, her breast
s felt unbelievably heavy, and her heart beat out a staccato rhythm. Ecstasy rose in time to the steady fall of his hand.
She didn’t keep track, her thoughts too scattered, as that tension grew tighter in her belly. She didn’t know how she maintained her pose through it, but she managed even as she hovered right on the brink of coming.
But then he stopped.
Her ass burned like fire, but she cried out for more anyway. She needed him to ease the ache. When his hands cupped her again, she released a needy whimper, his touch sending a mix of pleasure and pain skittering along her nerves.
“Is my pussy nice and wet?” This time when his thumbs traced along her slit, he hummed at what he found. “I think I need to reward it for such good behavior.”
One hand moved lower and she moaned as two thick fingers plunged inside. A few quick thrusts had her arching her back and spreading her legs wider.
Fingers moved away, replaced by the head of his cock. He didn’t plunge forward like she wanted, only lingered at the mouth of her pussy for a long moment. She couldn’t take it.
“Please, please, please,” she begged as her nails dug into her palm.
His hand came down hard on her flank and she cried out as it morphed into deep pleasure. She was so close, that need to have him inside, to come around him, driving her insane.
