What did you think of the cliffhanger? Please give me your honest opinion. Also, there is going to be implied explicit content, but nothing will be said out in the open.
My jaw ached. The full pain thronged as if to say it was still there. Dim light passed through the eye lids. Perfume filled my nostrils. The smell wasn't overwhelming, but air flowed just as easily. Somebody jerked the hairs on my head. Sharp pain covered the scalp. A sharp slap stung a cheek. The ground became visible. Porcelain tile covered the ground.
Well that was stupid. Why would someone do that? My head shook with the stupid thought. My body rose back into the seat. The headrest comforted my head with light faintly shining. My hands attempted to move. They didn't budge. Suddenly somethingwas right in front. The lights flashed brighter. White covered the field of vision. Blinks tried to reorient. Then the realization came. Somebody was sitting on top. The weight was on the legs was sign enough. The weight shifted off. White was quickly replaced by a face. That person was Amber. Arms touched the middle thighs. The chair groaned as faces grew closer.
"G'morning sunshine. Did you have a peaceful sleep?" A quick kiss on the cheek was received. More people came. Their steps were muffled. Silence held for a second before seats were moved. Amber sat back down. This time with a leg wrapped around the chair. Cleavage sat at eye level. Attention drew to the side. Another whisper was spoken.
"You like what you see?." Emotions surged through. Anger, bitterness, but most of all. Confusion. So many thoughts blinked to and fro.
"Don't be ashamed. It is only natural after all. Fingers crawled up the thighs. Each step grew closer to the sacred spot. One more step brought, nothing. Hands moved away. Another seductive sigh was given.
"We'll have time for that later." The chair groaned with relief. Amber moved away to a close seat only forearm distance away. A hand rested on a shoulder. The hand held freshly cut cuticle. Pink was brushed on. Black dots covered small spaces. Another hand rested on the right thigh. Cold eyes were felt. Crowley stared holes from across the table. Leather soles were seen on the table. Arms folded behind on the chair.
"Why'd you capture me?" A smirk came.
"What do you think?"
"I think you need me for information." The grin became extinct. The man disappeared in a flash. A gruff whisper filled the space.
"Listen here, prick. I don't need you for nothing. You're only alive because my girl wants you as a toy." Crowley reappeared in the seat. Heart beats came rapidly.
"Then," sound came faltering, "what did you do to Amber?" Amber decided to answer this question.
"Oh I'm not Amber. Your innocent little girlfriend is in a cage. You see," the sentences came between erotic ear nibbles, "since this body is half - demon, let's say there's a literal multiple personality disorder. The name's Sandra by the way." Eyes met with each other. Smirks met confusion. A firm kiss began. Hair fell over, blocking peripheral vision. A tongue poked at lips. Entryway was entered. A groan came. A soft hand landed on a sensitive place. Moans came from the throat. Whispers stirred from soft lips. Weight was paid on the chair.
"Oh you couldn't imagine the dreams she had about you. Now I get do the things she's only dreamed of." Unwanted moans were produced. Then the act stopped. Leather blocked the vision. Sweat reeked in the bag. The wrists were released. Muscle - bound arms dragged to an unknown place. Feet refused to move, most likely bound. A door opened. Somebody clicked hands and feet to an object. The bag was pulled off. A window let light in. Flushing was heard from a nearby bathroom. A door opened to reveal artificial light. Sandra stepped out. A see through robe barely hid intimate features. Steps created less space. Hands drifted up the body. The belt was loosened. Jeans were removed.
"Please don't do this." A chuckle came.
"Oh, I've wanted to do this. You're pathetic whining won't prevent us from this pleasure, even if it is forced." Knives cut the black shirt open. Attention came back to the middle.
"Checkered boxers? Classy." Boxers were pulled down, losing disclosure to the world. Amber stepped away to the foot of the bed. The gown slipped off. Arms covered a much dreamed chest.
"Like what you see? Now we'll get to fulfill some of both of our fantasies."
Ten minutes later. Jolts of forced pleasure surged through both. Moans and screams passed through the walls. One giant feeling drove the breath away. A bright light enveloped the room. Female eyes were covered by the absence of light. Then the darkness faded. Sandra's mouth gaped. Eyes met. A softness stood in the place of lust. Sandra ran off.