This Chapter Rated NC-17...
Well, like I promised, this story has once again delved into the darker side. And while I was enjoying writing the lighter side, I knew this was bound to come back, otherwise it wouldn't be conductive to the story… With that said, this chapter is rated NC-17. If you don't like the darkness, you may want to skip any parts dealing with Lucky. I am hoping that I can venture away from the darkness, but still stay true to the story. As always your comments inspire me.
Chapter Fifteen
Lucky pulled the young woman into his hotel room, there was no resistance, but he needed to put a scare into the woman nonetheless. It was no fun when a woman played dead fish beneath you, that just didn't do it for him anymore.
She struggled slightly, slurring a command to let her go, but for Lucky, it wasn't enough, he wanted more fire, more passion. Actually what he really wanted was Elizabeth, moving beneath him, fighting back when it suited her, and complying when it suited him, but seeing as how she was nowhere around, this woman would have to do.
In his desperation to see some anger or fear blossom upon her face, Lucky tossed her on the bed, none to gently. Delighting in the quick intake of breath that she tried to take. But it wasn't enough, her eyes were glossy and lust glazed, still, fear was not present.
Perhaps it was that simple lack of fear that finally pushed Lucky over the edge, he rapidly descended upon the bed and the young woman. Once on top of her, he pulled from his back pockets, two pairs of handcuffs, quickly he shackled her arms to the wobbly headboard. He knew if she fought too hard or made too much of a commotion, their act might be interrupted, but as soon as she was secured to the bed, he pulled from beneath the pillows, a black handkerchief, it was longer than most, so he was able to tie it securely behind the woman's head, but only after having coerced her mouth open. She began to buck against him, spitting unintelligible words at him, but the gag did its job.
With her securely bound and gagged, Lucky was able to take more joy in what he planned on doing.
From the nightstand he withdrew a switchblade, making sure the woman saw what was in his hand, he carefully dragged the side of the blade across the woman's face, not breaking skin, just letting the cold steel instill a little extra fear. The knife did for Lucky, what he had been thus far unable to do, fear bloomed bright in her eyes, the feeling of the cold metal securing that terror.
Trailing the knife further down her body, Lucky let the point prick her pliable flesh, a moan of pain or fear was pulled from her, along with a single tear. A small welling of blood arose to the surface of her skin, instead of allowing that small ambrosia like drop to fall, Lucky placed his lips to the minute prick and lapped at the liquid. A purr rumbling from deep within filled the room, causing the women to tremble.
He had discovered her name as they walked hand in hand out of the pub, Samantha, but she honestly preferred being called Sam. Lucky didn't honestly care what her name was, so long as he could take what he needed from her, that was what mattered to him.
There had been a few moments when he had actually contemplated leaving the woman where she was, her voice was as annoying as fingernails being drawn across a chalkboard, but those pouty lips and her overly exposed large chest, ignited his overwhelming desire, casting all logic out the window.
Now that the proper emotions were running through Sam, Lucky slowly pulled the knife through her shirt, allowing the material to fall to each side. He cut the binding fabric of the bra next, allowing her ample cleavage to spill freely from its refining hold. He was rather disappointed to see that her assets were not real, but the raging hard-on that lay like fire infused steel against his abdomen, would not permit him to turn her away, his body ached for a release, and whether she was natural or not, he no longer cared. Besides, they were beautifully sculpted, you couldn't even see the incision, but the perfect roundness belied that God had created such a pair.
Turning his mind back to his task at hand, Lucky pulled his body down hers, delighting in the hardness of her body. Quickly though, he turned his attention to her jean clad lower body. He slipped the knife down the side of the pants, cutting the seam apart, with the one side done, he began to work on the other, quickly the pants offered no resistance, a hard yank pulled the material from beneath her, leaving her clothed in a very skimpy pair of thong underwear.
Placing the knife of the nightstand, Lucky stepped off the bed, his eyes ogling her form. He had never been with anyone other than Sarah and Elizabeth, trying some of his tricks out on someone new, caused his already firm member to expand in need.
He couldn't recall ever having been so insatiable before, with that thought running wild through his mind, he realized he could get used to something like this. He tore his clothes of in a haste, almost tornado like in quality, one moment the clothes were there, the next they were gone.
Sam whimpered incoherent words through the gag, but not once did Lucky pay her noises any mind, he was already so far gone, he wouldn't have understood the words had he been listening.
Slowly, to prolong his own enjoyment and her fear, Lucky pulled himself up her body, his hard shaft grazing her burning flesh. He paused momentarily to inhale her heady scent, his hands griping the flimsy material, with hardly any effort, he yanked them off of her, the thin material giving way, ripping clean off. With no resistance left, his tongue briefly flicked out, delving into her heated folds, perhaps against her better judgment, her hips rocked forward, begging for more, but a single lick was all he favored her with. Satisfied with his findings, he returned to moving up her body.
If he were to be completely honest, he would have to admit, she did have a fabulous body. Elizabeth was pretty, her body that of a young woman, but Sam's body was one that knew the joys of working out, muscles were not overabundant, but she wasn't soft and pliable, at least not like Sarah. There were no hard curves about Sam, she had meat on her bones, but it was muscle, which gave her a stronger look. Lucky hoped this was the case, if she chose to fight back, it could very well kill him, in a good way of course.
His tongue flicked over the hard rose colored buds of her breasts, pulling first one, then the other into his mouth, laving it with gentleness only to dispel that gentleness with a nip and bite.
Against her better judgment, her head moved from side to side on the pillow, delighting in his ministrations then crying out for amnesty, but still her garbled words and annoying cries went unheard.
Finally coming face to face with Sam, Lucky settled his full weight upon her, liking the contrast between their skin. He slipped his hands between them, playing gently with her nub, alternating between soft strokes and firm round motions. When he had her in the palm of his hand, so to speak, Lucky removed his hand and in one brutal motion, impaled her with his hard shaft.
His eyes sprang open as he buried himself deep in her searing folds, but as soon as the shock wore off, he couldn't help the bubble of laughter that spilled from him and bounced around the room. "A virgin" he squealed, giddy with the knowledge and the encompassing feeling of her withering beneath him.
He set a pace, allowing his body to move to its own rhythm, but with each movement he made, she began to fight back. A light first smoldered in her eyes, then sparked to full life. He could see the black hatred that she had for him, through her eyes, but that only delighted him more.
He sped up, plundering her body as she tried to fight off his attack, but no matter how she tried to move, it only caused him to move faster and harder against her.
Wanting a deeper penetration, he pulled her legs up allowing them to drape over his shoulders, with her in that position it allowed him even more movement, especially because it hindered her movements, almost altogether.
Watching as his blood covered shaft disappeared between her satiny folds, Lucky couldn't help but laugh a malevolent laugh, the sight of the red liquid only spurring him on more. He knew he wasn't going to be able to handle much more, his entire body felt alive, like every nerve ending was vibrating from the sheer pleasure of the act. Three hard pushes concluded the activities for a few moments, a guttural moan filled the room as he clasped atop her. Breathing heavy, he slowly allowed himself to roll out of her and off. As he lay there, looking down, between his legs, he noticed he had not shed his raging hard-on, it still remained. A cocky grin surfaced as he slowly moved back between her legs…
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Elizabeth came slowly down the stairs, a pair of Jason's sweats and some large sweatshirt completed her attire. She looked manly in the outfit, almost as if she were trying to hide her very alluring figure beneath the large clothes. He wanted to comment on it, but knew he shouldn't. It hurt his heart though, to think that she felt the need to hide behind such bulky clothes. Against his better judgment, he spoke, "Elizabeth, why in the world are you wearing such bulky clothes, it is a very nice day out, said to be reaching high nineties, possibly even breaking a hundred, you are not going to want to wear that, you will burn up."
She looked at him for a long moment, then said, "What I wear or don't wear should not matter to you. I will wear what I like, besides, I have to go to the diner today. Bobbie is going to wonder what happened to me."
"Elizabeth, why would you want to go back to work now. You have not even begun to heal, you need time. I thought we were getting somewhere." Jason said, his confusion clear in his cobalt blue eyes.
"It is not a matter of wanting to, it is a matter of needing to, I can't hide forever, can I? Besides, I am wearing what I am, simply because I am cold, I am not hiding from anything." Elizabeth said, her voice unusually cold.
"I never said you were hiding, either here or behind clothes, I was just making a statement." Jason replied, knowing full well, it was exactly what he had been thinking.
"Whether you said it or not, it is what you were implying. I don't need this from you Jason, I have enough going on, without having to worry about coddling your feelings." Elizabeth spat out, instantly sorry for her words, but unable to take them back.
Jason knew this was going to be one of the harder days, and not knowing exactly what was expected of him, Jason relented, unwilling to cause her more worries or concerns, "Okay, I get it, I'm sorry. I just worry about you, especially with Lucky still on the loose, I just want you to be safe. Is that too much to ask?" The last questioned spilled from him, before he even had a chance to think about it. One moment it was a mere thought in his mind, the next it was slipping past his unsmiling lips.
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Lucky came slowly awake, his mind hazy and unclear. Trying without success to think back to the previous night. Finally finding the energy to roll over, Lucky came face to face with the vacant stare of a woman.
Jumping up quickly, he began to try in earnest to cast his mind back, but for some reason, everything was gone, like his mind was a chalkboard that had been erased.
Working up his nerve, Lucky slowly approached the bed, hoping the image of the woman on the bed would awaken some memories, but still nothing came back. That was when he saw the dark stain on the bed, it must have been red at some point, but during the elapsing time it had turned a dark maroon.
With further inspection, he discovered his switchblade imbedded in her back, buried to the hilt. A sweeping revulsion tried to settle over him, he had thought about killing people before, namely Elizabeth, but thinking about something and actually doing it were two very different things, the fact that he couldn't remember what he had done or if he had done it, was something that completely threw him for a loop.
Backing slowly away, Lucky tried to suppress his rising gorge. There was no time to panic and give in to bodily functions, right now he really needed to keep his head, but he was discovering, that to was easier said than done.
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Elizabeth left the penthouse in a rush, hating herself for her harsh words, but unable to take them back. She couldn't explain why she had been so harsh, but suddenly his calming voice and his concerned looks had gotten beneath her skin, allowing her only one outlet for her sudden aching heart.
She knew as she dressed, that she needed to go back to work. As nice as it was to just sit around and relax, it wasn't who she was, she needed to keep busy. So as she prepared to go in, at least to talk to Bobbie and find out if she still had a job, she began to wonder if everyone who looked at her, would see her as the victim of an abusive relationship.
It was those thoughts that had her bundling up in the large clothes, trying to hide, perhaps if other's couldn't see her figure, then wasn't it logical that those same prying eyes, that she felt were always watching, would find more interesting sights elsewhere. If they didn't think of her as a sexual being, why would they want to hurt her.
So she had followed her perhaps unfounded instincts and hidden behind clothes that she knew didn't fit, and knowing that Jason was only voicing his concern, had made it that much worse. It was one thing to admit it to ones self, but to have your very concerns brought to light, was something completely different.
She should have known better, of course Jason would comment on her chosen attire, he had never seen her hide behind clothes before, but that line of thought had not even been considered.
It was just the pityingly quiet tone he had used, it was more than enough to grate on her and bring her insecurities to the light of day. That was why she had been harsh and why she had fled, perhaps later she could try to explain or at the very least apologize. But right now, she felt like a horses butt, and just maybe, she had a reason to feel that way, especially if one considered all Jason had done for her, not to mention Sonny.
Before she even knew they were there, the tears that had been pooling behind her closed eyes, began to trace invisible lines down her face. Once again she felt like a weight that Jason need not have to carry, but glad that he wanted her in his life.
She tried to hide behind the large tree that stood off the walkway, her face buried in her hands, but as the tears began to fall harder, Elizabeth couldn't fight the urge, giving in, she fisted her small hand, driving it into the tree. Her tears quickly changed, no longer self pitying, these were tears of pain. She had taken the situation from one extreme to the next.
Glancing down at her sore hand, she wondered if she had caused the tree more damage or herself. Examining the split skin on her knuckles and the small oozing drops of blood, Elizabeth once again found herself losing control. Placing her uninjured hand into her mouth, she bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to stifle the rising scream that threatened to overtake her.
Annoyed by her lack of self control, she haphazardly wiped at the tears that clung to her face. Digging into her purse, she pulled a small wad of Kleenex out and blew her nose, dabbing lightly at her eyes, then her hand. Straightening her spine, she walked back to the path and headed back to the penthouse. She was in no condition to talk to anyone, perhaps she never would be, she would have to call Bobbie and discuss things over the phone, or she would have to talk to Jason about inviting Bobbie over. Another conversation, she wasn't looking forward to.
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