Ok, sorry it took so long guys! Got back from my trip last week, took longer than I thought…Anyway, in this chapter, Fry is basically a skitzo. She hears voices, but they're just her brain and body arguing…anyway, I hope you like it. It'll take some time to write the next chapter, it'll be my first sex scene, so I need all the help I can get. If you wanna help me, e-mail me or say something in yer review, okies…that's it …I think! Enjoy…
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Jack was sure that Riddick could hear her heart beat. She tried not to act so nervous, but her body gave it away. She gripped the armrest of her chair and took a deep breath; they hadn't spoken in the forty minutes that she'd been in the car. She didn't know what to say to him. Here was the guy that she hated but loved, and she was dressed as a whore ready to kill him. Dear god…she grumbled. Might as well say something, it might seem suspicious, she thought to herself.
" How much longer?"
" Why, anxious?" he asked with a smirk.
Jack stared at him and licked her lips, " Hell yeah I am." She said to her self. Then she shook her head, still thinking, " No Jack, you know what you're here for!"
" Sure..." she muttered, turning to look out the window.
Riddick grunted and pushed down on the gas.
Jack walked into the small house on the beach. Riddick closed the door behind her; she jumped as the door slammed.
" Jumpy." He said walking across the room.
" Fuck you." She said under her breath.
" I'm going to be in the bedroom, get something to drink and get in here." He said walking into the bedroom and closed the door. Jack grabbed her purse and whipped out the gun. She steadied her shaking hand and walked towards the bedroom. She opened the door and looked inside.
Riddick chuckled to himself. He knew that it was Jack. She hadn't changed a bit. She was still the beautiful goddess she always was. He stood in the corner of the room. He watched her enter the room with the gun in her hand. He knew that was why she was there. She had become a bounty hunter, probably because of him. Oh well, it wasn't his life that was being thrown away. Maybe I should play with her, seduce her…he thought with a smirk. He knew that Jack wanted him.
The room was completely black. Jack couldn't see a thing. The dark was a problem for people with normal eyes.
" Fuck, he's gonna kill me." She thought. She looked around, hoping that her eyes would adjust to the dark. Then she felt a hand move down her back. She shivered at the touch. The hand moved up her back and down her arm, she dropped the gun and closed her eyes. She felt Riddick's lips on her neck. She let out a soft moan and then he stopped. Her eyes snapped open and darted around.
Riddick moved back to the corner of the room. He watched as she looked around. He could smell her fear, her excitement. He likes being in control; it was a power trip. He licked his lips as her body shook. He envisioned her shaking under an orgasm. This is going to be sweet…he though to himself.
" Jesus Jack, get the gun, c'mon!" she screamed at herself. Her heart thumped in excitement and in fear. She got on her knees and searched for the gun she had dropped. There was nothing there. She got up and looked around. She could barely make out the bed. She felt Riddick grab her waist from the back, wrapping an arm around her body. She could feel his hard on pressing against her lower back.
" Give in Jack, fuck him, give in to your deepest and darkest pleasures." Growled her body.
" No Jack, do what you came here for. Kill the bastard." Screamed her brain. She didn't know what to do. Her heart was jumping out of her chest.
" Jack…relax." He growled into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
" How did you-?" she said almost in a trance.
" I have always wanted you, and now I can finally have you." He said flicking his tongue over her soft neck. Her knee's felt weak as he caressed her body. She turned to him and stared into his silver eyes. She brought her head up to his and kissed him. He moved his tongue around with hers; she was a very good kisser. She pulled away and bit his lip softly; he smiled wickedly.
" So, she likes to play rough 'eh?" he thought. He growled sensually and moved his lips down to her neck; he flicked his tongue over her shoulder. She quickly took in a breath. He moved her over to the bed and laid her down. She threw her arms over her head and let him do all the work. Her gently took off her bikini top. Her voluptuous breast were let loose. Riddick licked his lips and moved his tongue down her chest and caressed her nipples. Jack moaned and grabbed Riddick's arms. She wasn't expecting that.
" Sorry." She said taking in a breath.
" It's ok. I know how we can fix that."
Suddenly he was off of her. She looked around and still couldn't see anything.
" Riddick?" she said looking around.
She felt Riddick snap something on her wrist. She looked up and could see Riddick's out line.
Her brain screamed, "Handcuffs, he could kill you in an instant. Get out while you still can!"
"Um…handcuffs?" she asked uneasily.
" Always keep a set just in case. You do like to play rough right?" he said to her, he chained her hands to the headboard and moved back to her body.
Jack smiled and moved a bit so that her body was right under his. He kissed her again; this time is was soft and passionate. Jack was enjoying every minute of it. He pulled off his wife beater and tossed it on the ground. Jack could feel his muscular torso rub up against her as they kissed. His tongue snaked down her body down to her navel. Jack trembled under his touch. He smiled and lifted his head up. Jack moaned.
" Riddick, don't stop…"
" Patience..." he rumbled.
He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off slowly, teasing Jack. Then came her fishnets. He smiled as all he had left was her underwear. He could smell her body, her sex, it was all intoxicating. He snaked up her body, nibbling and sucking. He grabbed her underwear with his hands and slowly pulled them down her body. Jack wiggled; she wanted them to come off faster. He chuckled and ripped them off. He liked the way she knew what she wanted. He guessed foreplay was out, he knew that she was ready; he could feel it.