Okay so here it is SMUT SMUT SMUT. It's not full on but it's wonderfully smutty and
WARNING FOR RAPE AND ABUSE
If needed you can skip this chapter. It will be the only rape chapter, this does not express my views on sexual encounters, but it was necessary for the characters and the route they've taken.
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Exposed
I wake up in a daze; the room around me is unfamiliar. I'm lying on an ornate bed, still in my clothes from earlier. My feet find the floor, and I stand with little balance, whatever they gave me has a bit of an after effect. I can't really see strait, my head is aching and I can't feel my fingers. My legs move towards the exit, it's a double door and the room is what I'm guessing to be the master bedroom in one of Jim's flats.
I try to twist the door handle, it's locked, what did I even expect? I put my ear up to the polished, black wood. I listen to the voices on the other side, they're muddled and I can't make out what they're saying. I back up as I hear footsteps walking towards the door. The light outside, or lack there of, shows that it's late. I cross my arms over my stomach, hugging myself, not knowing what to expect.
Jim waltzes through the door, and shuts it smoothly behind him. His jacket's unbuttoned and his tie's askew, his fingers move up to his neck gracefully as he works it off. "Evening, darling." He sings nonchalantly, as if it were any night.
"Where am I?" I ask quietly, he is in control of the situation and I don't want to anger him. I remember what he can be when he gets angry.
"At one of my flats." He sits in a leather club chair next to the fireplace. He takes off his shoes, then his socks and he leaves his jacket on the back of the chair. "Do not worry, it's a very nice place. My personal favorite, and this is where Moran lives." He strolls over to where I'm standing, a part of me starts to retreat, but I know there's nowhere to go, not in his own home. "Now, dear. I want to ask you something." He lifts my chin so I have to look at him.
"What?" My voice is barely audible I'm so terrified.
"We haven't known each other in a while… would you like to make love?" His eyes burn into mine as he waits for his answer. I watch his brow furrow as I hesitate to answer, his eyes shine with need and hunger, unlike I've ever seen in him before.
"No. No, I don't want you." I say quickly as I use my feeble courage to back away from him.
"Well that will change. But not tonight… You know, darling, I do know every part of you. I know just what to do to make you tick. And I swear to you," He smiles, a genuine smile, his lips open and suck in air, as if he's preparing himself. "That I will not force myself upon you. We will not make love again until you permit it."
I'm surprised. Extremely surprised, I'm not expecting that, to be completely honest I was expecting to be raped tonight.
"But… we can do other things, lets say, remind you of why you love me so much." He steps towards me, and with each step of his I back up. Soon my back finds the wall and he closes the gap between us with quick ease. Even though he isn't very tall, he seems to tower over me. "Now, let me see you." He says into my ear, biting at the lobe lightly. His fingers move to my blouse and start to unbutton it, tears are forming in my eyes, sobs starting in my chest as he takes the shirt off. I have no where to go, but for a moment I think of making a sprint for the door, maybe he'll just get annoyed and not continue. "I'll catch you before you make it a step." He whispers, following my line of sight.
"Jim… please… don't, I can't." I sob out in gasps; he reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His fingertips wipe away the tears running down my face, and trace my cheek until they reach my lips. He removes his hand for a second and expertly unbuttons his own shirt, revealing a toned stomach. I feel exposed and cold in my bra and jeans. My lace bra is thin and the tips of my nipples can be seen through the light pink design.
"You are so beautiful, darling." He says softly as he closes in on my lips, I try not to kiss back, but his hands now press me up against the wall, one tangles in my hair, the other weaves around my waist as he lifts me up. I feel myself start to kiss him back; it's so familiar and almost… comfortable.
He grabs the soft flesh of my ass and runs his hand down to my thigh, lifting my leg up to wrap around his waist. I struggle against it, but he manages to get both legs up and around him. He presses his warm chest into my stomach, letting my mouth free as he kisses down my neck.
Tears still run down my cheek as his lips find my collarbone, I feel teeth and the arousing pain as he bites down on my skin. He marks me, nibbling at my flesh, creating craters of teeth that I know will trail down my neck as bruised constellations tomorrow. A slight moan escapes my lips as my body relaxes a little into him. I open my eyes to find him staring at me; he lets down my legs carefully and starts to unbutton my pants, his thumbs hooking in the belt loops as he yanks them down slightly.
"You said…" His finger cuts me off on my lips.
"And I keep my word. But there are other things we can do." A devilish grin washes across his lips, but his eyes are cold, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He continues to undo my pants, my hands awkwardly go to stop him, but he brushes them away. His strong fingers push my trousers down and lift up each of my feet so he can discard of them across the room. Now all that stands between Jim Moriarty and me are a thin lace bra and thin lace underwear.
Before I can react he is back at his previous game. He pulls my legs up and around him, he tangles both hands in my hair after they wrap around my waist. His lips hunger at mine, crashing against them in a furious battle of flesh and teeth, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth tasting like mint it tickles my senses. Forcefully pushing around, and expertly weaving through my own, his lips move against me, and for a good long while, as he strokes my back and toys with the clasp of my bra.
I feel his hardness through his pants, against my inner thigh and can't help the wetness becoming apparent through my underwear. Disconnecting himself from my mouth he kisses down my neck and once again bites me, hard. I let out an involuntary moan through the pain and sensuality of the moment.
Suddenly the wall has left me, one arm stays around my waist as his other untangles from my hips and scoops under my ass, effectively lifting me into his hold for a split moment before he drops me on the indulgent bed.
"Now, love. I'm going to remind you why you love me." He whispers, his eyes warming as the drink me in. I try to pull away, I try to move my legs, scurrying on the sheets. But he simply grabs my ankle and pulls me back below him. He lies on top of me, pressing against me; I can barely breath due to his weight.
His legs move to either side of me and he sits up. His one hand gathers my wrists; I pull against him as I cry out, a shrill, painful yelp, not wanting him to touch me any more. He ignores my tears and collects them above my head using his iron grip and the other hand snakes behind my back to unhook my bra. I feel him ease the pressure on my wrists as he slips of the thin piece of fabric and throws it across the room.
His eyes take me in, not too big nor to small, they fit perfectly in his hand. I watch him, completely helpless, as his free hand descends on my right breast. I gasp as I feel the pressure; he kneads the soft flesh and flicks the raised bud and then moves to the left. As his hand works on the left breast his mouth attacks my right. I'm writhing in pleasure and pain, I feel a mix of right and wrong, of want and hate and yet there is nothing I can do to stop it. Jim knows exactly how to flick his tongue to make me scream; he licks the pert bud in just the way that makes my body spasm and rise up to press against him.
His mouth finishes with my breast and he kisses his way up to my mouth once again exploring with excitement, his teeth close around my bottom lip and he tugs as me, wanting me to return some of the passion. I feel his frustration as I refuse to return the kiss, it just makes him smash his mouth and body into mine with a terrible force.
He soon starts to kiss down my chin, and my neck, I feel him move down through my breasts, leaving a kiss on each hard nipple and down my stomach. I feel my core lurch; a heat grows in my belly..
He kisses down my leg and into my inner thigh, moving his body so he kneels on the floor; he pulls my weak form to the side of the bed, yanking my legs so they hang over the edge. His warm fingers trace outlines on the soft skin and I feel the heat spread through my freckles like electricity, a feeling I was all too familiar with. I start to pull back, trying to move away. But his hands grab my ankles, holding me in place. After he's sure I won't attempt another escape The fingers dance up to my underwear, hook underneath the sides and pull them off in one fell swoop.
"You're so wet already, dear." The tip of his finger barely touches my folds; he raises it slowly and kisses it, sucking on it for a second. And with that his kisses move up into my core, I feel his tongue lap at my wetness and dive inside of me for a moment before he finds my nub.
I scream out in pleasure as he circles it and flicks it, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. I feel my heat rising, I just ache for release, but he won't have that, not until he's ready.
"Such a good girl." He moans into me, the vibration of his voice almost sending me over the edge. His fingers begin work around my opening, one slides it, I whimper, he slips in another, I moan, my head heaving back in pure ecstasy. And he pushes in a third, and starts pumping as his thumb rubs my clit in circles. His mouth finds my breast and his other hand kneads the one not attended by his satanic lips.
I cry out, my core rising as I feel him go in and out and in. I feel it coming. My inner walls contract around his fingers and he pulls them out, leaving me empty and lost.
"Jim…" I whimper, tying my best not to sound desperate.
"I know, my love. I know." His lips leave my nipple and he once again kisses down and to my clit, his teeth squeeze the swollen nub and I yelp in desire His fingers pound into me and rush in and out as he sucks my pleasure. I feel the heat rising, the need for release building in a rushing fire around me. A part of me tells me to stop, that this isn't right. But another falls into the pleasure and closeness that I hadn't had in much too long.
The heat blisters my insides, I buck upwards, meeting his fingers and shoving him deeper inside me. His devilish tongue flicks at my clit a few times as his fingers curl in just the right way, sending me into an intense euphoria, I slam my eyes shut and scream out as the orgasm rolls through me, curling my toes and lifting my chest.
"And that is love." Jim whispers in my ear, he pulls his fingers from inside me and licks them his other hand brushes away my sweaty hair. His lips place a soft kiss on mine and he lifts me gently, pulls the covers back on silk sheets and climbs into bed with me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him.
Between the drugs and the pleasure I fall asleep easily, even in the arms of a monster.
AHhhhh. Okay it's done. Posting this was like ripping off a bandaid cause it was my first attempt as smutty stuff, but hopefully you liked it and yeah...
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