0 comments/ 34205 views/ 0 favorites Possession By: Melacynthe The first time was for her. The second time was his. A year he had waited. Constantly questioning his own worth, that she would leave him after ten years. Constantly questioning her love, that she would leave without saying goodbye. Constantly wondering what had gone wrong, what could have been fixed. A year of pent up yearnings, wet dreams, fantasies, memories… Building up with each moment she was gone. Other women, while they brought satisfaction, were never enough. He wanted her, he Needed her. He had told her that she was his, and she had sworn it would always be so. She was his, and he was going to make sure she never forgot it… The first time had been slow. Making Love. For her. He had still been uncertain, afraid it was another dream… Afraid that tomorrow he would wake alone again… She had cried as they came together, though he was sure she didn't realize he'd noticed. She had whispered her love, her regret at the lost time, her promises that he would never lose her again. She had sworn again that she was his, had always been his, would always be his. Tonight it was his turn. They had the house to themselves. He had a plan. A year's worth of pent up frustration, a years worth of rage, a years worth of tears… She was back now, and he was going to make sure she never forgot where she belonged. She was his, and he was going to brand the fact into her. He was going to ruin her, make it so that another man would never satisfy her the way that only he could. He was going to teach her a lesson. Maybe she sensed this, maybe she wanted it, maybe she only accepted it. Regardless, she was waiting in the bedroom when he came looking for her. She was stretched across the bed, reading an old copy of Penthouse Letters. Whatever story it was, she was into it… Her top had come off, she had one hand around behind her back working at the latch to her bra. She was squirming, squeezing her thighs together as if that would give her some relief. His low laugh alerted her to his presence in the room as she managed to remove the bra. She hesitated for a moment, then sat up on the bed, turning to face him. Her nipples erect, puckered slightly in the breeze coming through the open window. At a nod from him, she continued to read the story, this time out loud. It was amusing, but foolish. A couple who'd turned to role-playing to spice up their sex life… Setting up clandestine meetings, the wife dressing the part of whoever their fantasy strumpet was for that encounter… She glances up at him occasionally as she reads, he moves closer, sitting on the end of the bed. She hesitates again, in her reading, but continues at his soft command. "When you finish, start on the next one." He lays the knife on the bed beside her as he reaches for her skirt, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. Picking up the knife again, he cuts away the remaining barrier of fabric between them. Something in his eyes warns her, excites her. Her voice catches as he roughly pushes her thighs open, then pushes her back against the wall. "Don't stop" he warns, growling softly as he takes hold of her thighs, sinking his teeth into her tender flesh, bruising almost immediately. She gasps slightly at the pain, but makes no complaint. This is only the beginning, it hasn't been so long that she would forget… He tunes out the words, listening only to the tone of her voice, inwardly pleased with the effort she makes not to sound distracted as he re-maps well known territory with his tongue. Several minutes later he realizes that she has come to enjoy this too much, her body gives the familiar signs that she is close… too close… He reaches for the knife again, closing his teeth around the tender pearl, warning. Without looking, he draws the blade up her calf and thigh, then flipping it around so that he holds it by the blade. None too gentle, he pushes the thick handle of the knife into her. She makes a hiccupping sound that is part pleasure, but mostly pain. She is completely still, though she continues reading. He shows mercy, returning to his previous attentions. Teeth are replaced with tongue, caressing and teasing in contrast with the knife's handle which stretches painfully as he moves it out and back in again… The story is finished, the next begins, some pointless fantasy of a cable guy… Do these guys think that we actually believe their stories? She passes the threshold of pain, adapting rather, her body responding to the invasive object as the substitute it is. He laughs, removing it, dropping it back onto the bed. Absently licking at the blood on his palm from holding the blade so tightly. She looks up from the story, a question in her eyes. Not so easy, but yes… You are released from your task. The magazine falls onto the floor beside the bed. She watches him, waiting for come command or sign of what is expected of her. Good, she understands the game. He gestures to the drawer beside the bed. She leans over to investigate, finding the handcuffs, giving them over to him. She holds her wrists out to him. He shakes his head, reaching to put her hands behind her back, closes the cuffs. She bows her head, as she kneels before him on the bed. He smiles, pulling her to kneel on the edge of the bed as he stands, quickly removing his clothes. He stands before her, giving no order. Waiting. After a moment she looks up to him, and he nods. Carefully she balances herself on her knees as she moves to take him into her mouth, semi hard. He puts one hand on her shoulder, helping her balance, the other hand goes in her hair. She is awkward at first, out of practice… This pleases him, it means there was no one else… She had been as alone as he had felt… Quickly, as it had always been with them, she finds her place, her rhythm. Without the use of her hands, she relies entirely on the talents of her tongue and her throat. Some small part of her starts to wonder, but quickly realizes the encounter for what it is. She is being punished. Somehow she finds this to be a relief. His anger, his vengeance makes it all real… It cannot possibly be a dream when she can feel both lust and anger coming off of him in waves, as though he is broadcasting his thoughts to her. Some silent apology, all that she is likely to get… Though he may feel mean for this, he Needs it... He needs her to know, understand, and acknowledge his ownership. This is something she has always known, understood, and acknowledged… It is something she knew before he ever had a clue. Her thoughts are delegated to a lesser function as she focuses on him again, opening her throat to him as he presses her face against his belly. He is close, she slows down. She knows that he must have more in mind for her than this. He's become lost in the sensations, a slave to his body's impulses… She refuses to let him give in, ruin his moment… This will be his only real chance at such a revenge, the element of surprise having been lost. She lets it seem like her own reticence as she struggles against his hand, letting him realize that he's in danger of losing control. He pushes her head down again, then lets go, letting it seem like a favor to her. She pulls away, sitting back to look up at him. Already her shoulders ache, but she'll hurt worse before this is over. He makes a show of being annoyed at her, and he is… Not for her reminder, but for the fact that she so readily accepts her fate. He pushes her back onto the bed as he lays beside her. Automatically she opens for him, as if she thinks this is why he stopped, though they both know the truth. Roughly he pushes her thighs together, throwing one leg over them to hold her still. He finds the knife again, holding her down with one hand as he looms over her. The glint in his eyes cannot be described as anything but feral as he drags the blade across her belly. He notes the scars, though he says nothing as he presses the blade into her skin. A thin red line follows the tip of the blade, weeping drops of blood. Pressing harder with his hand he leans to follow the line with his tongue, both lapping at the blood, and forcing the wound to open for him. She wonders, for a brief moment, if he will carve a new orifice… Not only will she always be his, but now there will be a part of her that no other man will possess… But the knife continues, its touch growing lighter as it traces its way under one breast then up and across the top of it… She fights the urge to close her eyes… This, the knife, has been a toy to them for as long as she can remember… A fantasy of hers before sex was something to consider… Bloodletting… She shivers and squirms against him as his lips close around one nipple, and the hand pressing her against the bed moves to close around her other breast… Fingers roughly kneading and pinching at the tender flesh. A whimper escapes, and he pauses, looking at her. She pleads silently, and he smiles, moving up to kiss her. She tastes herself on his lips, and her own blood on his tongue. His leg moves, and she shifts beneath him. One of his hands is still at her breast… She isn't sure where the other went… She doesn't feel it, or the blade. She loses interest as he pushes himself, so so slowly, into her. This he does not out of any consideration or gentleness, but out of pure selfishness… The need to savor this moment… The fact that she loves it as much as he does means nothing… It is purely his own need he satisfies tonight. She fights the urge to rise against him, wanting this moment to draw out as long as possible. Her eyes closed, her entire being centered solely upon this moment, this sensation… Something registers past her single-mindedness… A sharp pain in her belly, a warm sensation of blood loss. Her eyes open and she looks down in time to see the blade of the knife buried to the hilt. His eyes are open, he is watching her mixed expression of pleasure, amazement, and pain… Somehow the pain comes last, and he wonders at that. Somehow it annoys him, so he twists the blade and is rewarded by a whimper… Of pain, not pleasure. He pulls the blade mostly out of the wound, her new orifice, and drags it sideways across her belly. More blood pours from the wound as he slowly pulls out of her, then moves within her again… She watches, half dazed, as a new spurt of blood pours from the wound each time he thrusts. Half frantically she focuses on the blood, trying to gauge the damage, the depth… Luckily he knows what he is doing, and no organs were damages… The flow of blood lessens as he continues… She relaxes and returns to focusing on the moment. He senses the moment, as she stares at her own blood pouring, flowing downward, making their thighs slippery, causing sloppy sounds each time he buries himself inside her. He senses the change in her before she begins to respond to him. For a moment she forgets about the handcuffs, wanting to reach up and put her arms around him. He is pleased. He shows his pleasure by making a gesture toward her own pleasure, nuzzling against her throat he finds the sensitive spot, biting down. She gasps, not with the pain, but with the pleasure of it… Knowing that his teeth will be bruised into her for days… She purrs and moves against him, whispering, begging… She wants the handcuffs off, wants to be able to reciprocate, wants… But her wants, tonight, are irrelevant. He makes small concessions because her pleasure heightens his pleasure. With some reluctance he pulls out of her. He is surprised by the momentary look of panic in her eyes as she stares at the blood across her thighs. He is even more surprised by the relief which follows the panic, as she remembers the wound in her belly. She manages a smile in response to his question, shaking her head. Roughly he flips her over onto her belly, as if to comply with her wish to have the cuffs removed. Instead he moves her so that she is kneeling before him, her legs spread for him, her face lost in the pillows. She tenses for a moment, worried that he will take the game too far, breaking her one rule. He understands her tension, and whispers assurance, saying he would not take advantage of her vulnerability. As he speaks he rests one hand on her hip, reaching down with the other to position himself, slipping easily inside again. She relaxes, quickly he regains the rhythm. He quickens as he is close, running one hand down her back, wrapping his fingers around her throat. She responds instantly, a soft whimper as he increases the pressure, pulling her back toward him. Her breathing is ragged as she becomes near frenzied with passion, struggling against the cuffs in effort to gain some control. He closes his hand against her throat, yanking her so that she is half kneeling as he bends over her, whispering into her ear. She is close, but she manages to wait, knowing that he will tell her when… She whimpers, then lets go as she hears his soft command in her ear, then feels his teeth biting hard into her shoulder. She arches back against him as he thrusts deep inside… Both lost in their own sensations… lost in the moment… lost in each other. "You are Mine" he whispers as they collapse onto the bed. He unhooks the cuffs and drops them onto the bedside table, pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her, brushing gentle kisses across her face and throat. "Yes love, yours… Always." She returns the kisses, snuggling closer. He smiles. "You belong to me." He whispers. Under her breath she responds. "You belong to me." And at his question, mutters something about having to take care of the wound he made. Possession It had been so long since our last meeting I'd almost forgotten his touch. Though this was so much different from that first time. Spent hours just talking then . . . Getting to know each other face to face, no longer through a computer screen. It was intense then and I've longed for his touch since . . . But this time I was his. I answered the door naked, at his request . . . Hair down, make up on. We exchanged pleasantries as he settled in, as if the situation were like any other . . . As if I wasn't in such a vulnerable state. He instructed me on my knees, head down in front of the love seat. I obeyed and waited. I felt his fingers gripping my hair before he pulled back my head and asked me if I missed him. I had . . . More than a simple yes could ever portray. My body had ached all week in anticipation. He slapped both my breasts before slamming his cock down my throat, fucked my mouth feverishly, gagging me . . . Not used to his length, but he didn't let up. It felt wonderful. I felt his hand hard across my cheek. It took me by surprise, but I didn't have long to react before he slapped the other side of my face. I knelt there, panting, tears beginning to well in my eyes, when he walked behind me and pushed me down over the love seat. I heard the flogger whip through the air a few times before it landed hard on my ass. There was no starting soft, no easing into it, the sting sharp from the first strike. The flogger was soon replaced with the paddle . . . harder than I've ever felt. I cried out, but he didn't stop . . . Grabbed my ass, told me to unclench and continued going to work with the paddle. With each slap I lost myself deeper in the moment . . . No thoughts in my head, no choices to be made . . . The release was incredible. He stood in front of me again . . . Hands gripped tight around my neck as he slapped my face a few more times . . . Asked me if I wanted to be treated like a whore . . . Panting I whispered, yes. He sat and pulled my mouth onto his cock, forcing himself further into me. I was instructed to hold my hands behind my back as he grabbed my hair and fucked me deeper and deeper. When he came behind me again he placed my wrists in hand cuffs . . . As tight as possible and I wondered for a second if I could handle this. But thoughts, once again, were abolished from my head as he pushed me back to the floor. My fingers were already going numb, but the flogger on my breasts soon distracted me from the feeling. He began playing with my cunt . . . Touching the hairs he told me to grow with the intention that he would shave me clean. "Not too hairy . . . Leave it like this until I tell you." I was disappointed a bit as I had been looking forward to being smooth again. His fingers found their way inside of me, thrusting so deep I felt that pain in my belly. He reached for some toys but I couldn't see what they were. I felt something in my ass and cunt but there were so many sensations running through my body I couldn't even tell by feel what exactly they were. With my two holes filled he flogged and paddled my pussy. He pulled at what was in my cunt and I could feel now that it was my ben wa balls. He held them over my mouth instructing me to suck my juices off of it. He took the plug from my ass and rolled me onto my belly. I felt his hard cock on my ass before it was thrust inside me and I cried out. More than I've ever taken there, it was sharp and painful. But as momentum was built I felt myself just wanting more, harder and deeper. I was rolled onto my back once again and I was told to hold my ankles. I was bound not with ties or cuffs but by his direction . . . Unable to change my position. He whipped my breasts and my cunt . . . And then my legs and my feet. I struggled to hold on and even let slip for a moment . . . A stern voice told me not to let go and I quickly regained my position. In front of me now he filled my open cunt with his cock . . . Deep inside of me and I never wanted him to stop. I struggled to keep my eyes open, wanting to see his face, but the intensity kept forcing my eyes closed. He came behind me, pulled back my head and crouched down . . . My mouth opened, craving to be fed. He gave me all of him with no concern for how well I could take it . . . I choked and gagged and still I wanted more. Harder and faster . . . Never coming more than half way out of my mouth . . . Tears began to well in my eyes once again before he stopped, leaving me breathless. Back in front of me his fingers traced my lips before taking the largest of my vibrators and slamming it deep inside of me. My body jolted from the pressure, the intense pain in my belly. His cock tried to find its way into my ass but my body was reacting to the pain and I pulled back. His hands gripped my throat and he told me not to resist. He fucked my ass and my cunt together. I wanted to let go of my ankles, hold my belly and ease the pain. I wanted to plead for him ease up. But determination kept me there, still bound by his direction. He stopped only to take a picture of my tears, tears I was proud of, proud because I endured and pleased. He flipped me onto my belly and once again fucked my ass . . . I took it easier this time, enjoying his rhythm before he told me it was time to cum on my face. He turned me over . . . Instructed my hands behind my head and stroked his cock over my face. I watched him for a moment and then closed my eyes, waiting, mouth open in anticipation. I had never been too fond of the taste of semen, but I had never had his, and I wanted to try him. Finally, I felt the warm liquid on my face and neck and a few sweet drops in my mouth. It felt amazing as it slid down the side of my face and then he scraped it off and spoon fed me his cum. He tasted wonderful and I savored each drop. He stood and told me to relax. My body quivered and I could hardly stand, legs weak and trembling. I had experiences before this one . . . Most of the acts were nothing new. But never before had I given up control so completely. Never before had I allowed someone such uninhibited use of my body . . . Never before had someone taken it. To be used in that way, enjoyed, left me with a feeling I long to have again . . . Left me craving his touch. Possession Possession Slowly, so that she could observe his every move, he bent down and slipped the brown leather belt through the loops of his jeans. She panicked slightly. Her palms started sweating and she felt her heart skip a beat or two, then continue beating at a hasty gallop. "Please, Master..." Her voice was trembling as she desperately tried begging her way out. His left eyebrow shot up in disbelief. "Oh, first you want me to fuck off and now I am Master again? You need to make up your mind, bitch. Maybe this'll help you." Like a deer in the headlight she stood motionless and full of shock when he deliberately got back up and clasped the belt around her neck. With the end of it slung around his hand he controlled how tight it was and with a short tug she felt the metal fillet of the buckle bite into her skin. He delicately pressed her throat with a twitch of his wrist and she couldn't breathe properly anymore. Closer and closer he stepped towards her, until their noses almost touched. The leather was digging into her flesh, cutting her airway. Her lips began to tremble and her nose twitched, but no sound escaped her mouth. The belt was too tight. She heard the drumming pulse of her own blood in her ears and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily. Eventually she closed her eyes, seeing no other way to stay conscious. Just as she felt that weightless fluffy feeling in her tummy as she danced along the edge of consciousness he loosened the grip on the belt and permitted her to breathe freely again. Still, he didn't unfasten it yet, but let it hang between her breasts, always having the possibility to tighten once more if he saw fit. There she had her collar. He lifted his hand and she flinched noticeably, but all he did was push a strand of her hair behind her ear. When withdrawing it, he traced along her face, brushing her lips with his thumb. He inched closer towards her, their lips almost made contact so she leaned forward to kiss him. His hand shot around her throat and kept her on close distance. "A minute ago you didn't want me to kiss you, remember? I don't think you deserve that yet." Teasingly he tugged at the end of the belt loosely draped around her neck. The first tear of the night welled up in the corner of her eye and streamed down her cheek without her being able to impede it. With his index finger under her chin he restrained her from lowering her head, but relentlessly forced her to look him right in the eye. Ever so softly he wiped the wet trace away. "Don't escape my gaze. Don't try to hide from me, you know that won't work." The softness of his voice made another tear find its way down her face. "Your mind tells you to be cautious, but your body will always give in to me." He leaned closer and whispered to her with his rich baritone voice. "And there isn't a thing you can do about it." Her vision swam in front of her eyes. She wanted to object, scream at him, punch him, run away from him, anything. But all she could do was stand there and sob silently. Wordlessly he removed the belt from her neck and drew her closer. "No other man can make your pussy ache the way it does right now; no other man could ever be the reason for your sleepless nights. No one else drives you mad the way I do, no one else knows to play your body like I do. No one else will ever be able to possess you – only I do." Whilst he quietly murmured those words to her he guided her backwards. She felt weirdly transfixed. "No. No, you're wrong. You must be wrong." Her words were just below a whisper. "If I'm wrong then why are you still here? You're free to go if you want to be independent. There's the door." The edge of the bed pressed to the hollow of her knees as he blocked her way, but then he stepped aside to let her pass. His eyes challenged her. "Go." he hissed lowly. "Go and you're free." Her eyes grew wider, the gears of contemplation rattled in her head and her gaze scampered between him and the door. Eventually she lowered herself onto the mattress. He was on her in no time, pressing her down with his weight, so she lay flat on the bed. His semi-hard cock rested against her thigh and when she moved, she felt it shift between her legs. She reached out for him and stroked over the rippled muscles of his torso. Briefly he closed is eyes when she played with his nipple ring and raked her nails over his shoulder. The tongue of his dragon licked at her fingertips as he leaned down to crush his mouth on hers. He forced the kiss upon her, but soon she found herself helpless against his ministrations. Eventually he broke the kiss and rolled himself to the side, now lying next to her. He angled her leg so that her left calf was slung over his thigh. Her ribcage heaved and sunk in a fast, uneven rhythm. "Open your mouth." he ordered and slipped his fingers inside to wet them. He pushed her legs even further apart and glided his hand to her pussy. Softly he stroked over her outer lips, barely touching them at all. He let his hand travel the length of her slit once without parting her lips. Still, that tiny caress made her buck her hips notably into his hand, but he retreated his hand slightly and kept stroking over her already swollen pink lips. Then he spread them gently and slipped his fingers into her velvet wetness, feeling the heat of her lust dribble onto his fingertips. Softly, much too softly, he nudged at her entrance to probe her, but never quite entered her. His fingers were coated in her juices and he used that natural lubrication to tease her little bud atop of her opening. Throwing her head back she tried to repress the curses that were sleeping on her tongue. He drew lazy circles around her clit, avoiding all kind of direct contact that would have doubtlessly sent her over the edge within a millisecond. She started to whimper helplessly at his touches, silently begging for release. In return his finger began rubbing her little bud with just enough skill and pressure to keep her on the brink of orgasm. Her eyes were tightly shut, so she could only feel the mattress shift when he slid down the length of her body. "Open your legs for me." he pleaded, but she hesitated for a moment, then allowed her legs to part in the protecting blanket of the shadiness. The smell of female arousal filled his nostrils, heavy and sweet and ultimately intoxicating. Her pussy spread a little and revealed the juicy flesh of her passage. He was utterly fascinated how fast her body reacted when he saw the beads of arousal slowly seeping down her thighs in sticky rills. His index and middle finger found her wet slit and nudged gently, testing her willingness. He hadn't yet entered her however, and that was frustrating her immensely. "Please... I need it... God, please!" Her skin was coated with a fine layer of perspiration and she wiggled beneath his teasing fingertips in a futile attempt to bring him closer. Promptly he recoiled his hand, making her cry out in agony. At last though he showed some mercy and pushed his fingers through her inner lips, entering her slippery pussy. He took his time, enjoying seeing the growing despair that spread in her face. When finally they were buried fully inside her he curled them in a 'come hither' motion. Her face grimaced in surprise as his fingertips flickered against her g-spot. He started moving slowly, thrusting against that raw spot in a steady rhythm, building up that spiral of heat within her womb. His tongue found her clit, the tip pressing firmly onto the erect button. Frantically she grabbed the sheet to keep herself from raking her nails deeply into his back and tossed her head into the pillows. His tongue flicked over her nub, causing his piercing to slip beneath the hood of her swollen clit and apply well-directed pressure. Bending his fingertips even further, he managed to guide her up a rung of the ecstasy-ladder. Expertly he manipulated her nerve endings; a soft tingle went through her and she shook under his tongue. "Please..." She recognized that her breathing speed had increased immensely, adding an edge of despair to her plea. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to gain strength, but a forceful thrust against her g-spot elicited another begging "please" from her. He grinned into her pussy. Her inner walls squeezed his fingers and he knew she tried to make herself cum. Immediately he slowed down, finger fucking her at a maddening pace. Her abdominal muscles began quivering, indicating how really close she was. Restlessly she writhed beneath him, causing him trouble to keep her pinned down. "May I come? God, may I finally cum?" He contemplated giving her the benefit of release, but decided that it wasn't quite the right time yet. Withdrawing his fingers, he slipped them into her slightly opened mouth, making her taste her own heady lust. A kitten-like whine escaped her throat because it aggrieved her to feel the sudden emptiness inside. "Why do you torment me like that?" Some messy strands of her hair had fallen onto her face, hiding the sorrow in her eyes. Softly he stroked the damp curls behind her ear and caught her gaze. She looked improbably vulnerable. "Because this is what you want. Because-" He didn't get to finish, for she started squirming and screaming frantically, throwing the worst profanities at him. Effectively he shut her up by clasping his hand around her throat and tightening slowly until her cries were muffled and eventually died away. Cautiously he loosened his grip, but remained his fingers securely around her neck. "You could have gone earlier. You threw the collar away; you told me you wanted your freedom..." In total shame she turned her head to the side, finding herself unable to look him in the eyes for as long as another second. Forcefully he grabbed her chin and turned her head back to him. "Why, then, are you still here?" The burning knot of lust in her stomach threatened to explode and her heartbeat was as fast as a drum. Every fibre of her being was reluctant, her tongue felt heavy, her lips wouldn't move to allow her to speak. When she had collected all of her strength her voice was weaker than she thought possible. "Because I need it." Gently he stroked over her face, rewarding her honesty. "Say that again." She hesitated for some seconds, then murmured. "I need it. I need the torture. I need the release. I need you." "Tell me what you are." She sighed out, this was one of his favourite games. He would break her, eventually make her face her inner mirror, making her say all those things she never wanted to confess to anyone. "What are you?" "I'm your whore." He shook his head subtly, he was aiming for something else. "No, tell me what you are. And why you are here." "I'm your slave, and I'm here because you are my Master. I need you." A devilishly sadistic force broke free within him and he couldn't help but tease her further. "You mean you want me." he corrected her, scolding softly. "NO!" she exclaimed, shocked, puzzled at how shrill her voice sounded. "No, I don't want you." She paused; her eyes met his and sought for something. A glimpse of disapproval? Anger? She found none, except for that deep reassuring blue that told her she didn't need to lie. "But I need you." Subtly he shifted between her legs and his dick found her wet centre almost as if it was gravitated. She gave no resistance when he moved forward slightly, the tip of his erection snugly parted her lips, but he rested there. "Please" she whispered, spilling that word out of her mouth, over and over again. "Please, please... Please" Numerous times. Hooded eyes told that her heart had defeated her mind. "Ssshh..." His mouth closed over hers. "Who are you?" "I'm your slave. I'm your slut. I'm your." He sank into her inch by inch by painfully slow inch. "And you are mine." Wriggling beneath him, he struggled to embrace her, but somehow managed to lock her in his arms. Holding himself still was an almost unaccomplishable task, but he fought his own throbbing need. Her walls stretched to adapt to him and then the satin tunnel wrapped around him tantalizingly tight. Carefully, as if he was afraid he would break and shatter her, he rocked his hips, entering her even deeper, burying himself in her to the hilt and then some. She felt his cock hit her cervix and dug her nails into his back. "Oh God, don't stop." She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt how control slowly slipped from her and then he put his hand around her throat again, simulating the safe hold of a collar. Her dazed facial expression enforced him. He slammed into her, again and again, completely lost in his overwhelming need to find release. She tightened her inner muscles around him, massaging his pulsating cock. Her head threw back, exposing her throat to him. She gave all of herself to him, to do with as he pleased, and gained even more in return. She felt utterly helpless and yet, a strange feeling of overpowering strength flushed her veins. Low groans freed lose from his throat. He withdrew from her until only the very tip of his dick remained inside of her and then slid back home in one fluid motion. Their rhythm increased speed and force, he thrust into her almost brutally, but he didn't care. All was focused on that aching need inside of him that demanded attention. He had to come, regardless if he made her come first. His most primal and ruthless want drove him into her pussy incredibly hard. Just when his orgasm built he felt the distinctive twitch of her walls that elicited a delicate moan from him. She cried out, and came. Her body shuddered in exquisite tremors and her walls practically milked his cock as she spasmed violently in his arms. When he pumped his hot seed into her, she came. Afraid to waken the whole block, she held her breath until dark red dots sprinkled in her sight. When the last twitches of his cock jerked the remaining drops of cum out of him, she came. Her fists pound into the mattress, her jaw locked and her legs shivered heavily. And when his neck quivered and he balled his hands into fists, the manicured nails digging into his palms, she still came. Softly he touched her face, the fingertips brushing over her lips. They were a faint blue. "Breathe, baby. Relax, Take a deep breath." Hungrily she inhaled as much air as would fit in her lungs and collapsed into his embrace. Carefully he pulled out of her. "Don't go. Please, don't go. I need you." The audible fear in her tone almost broke his heart. "Ssshh, I'm right here. Feel me, I'm right here." He took her hands, put them on his chest, let her feel his rapid heartbeat. Soft beads of sweat ran down her body, forming between the mounds of her breasts. Reluctantly she blinked a few times and looked at him. His eyes smiled down on her, his most beloved treasure. Then rolled onto his back right next to her, and indulged in the post-orgasm afterglow. With one hand she reached around him, fetching her tousled dress from the floor. She retrieved something from the small outer pocket, but he didn't bother to lift his head and look. "Please...?" To her question he did open his eyes, catching a glimpse of shiny silver and polished leather. "Please collar me, Master. Take me as the slave that I am, to be at your will. To give pleasure as it is my first and foremost priority. And to gain pleasure in this as well. If you deem me worthy." she added lowly and lowered her eyes. He noticed the tremble of his fingers as he took the item, and so did she. Slowly she brushed her hair to the side, exposing her delicate neck to him. Slowly she leaned down. And oh so slowly he clasped the collar back where it belonged, feeling it adjust around her warm throat. It would serve as a symbol for her power over him and his devotion to her. Possession This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age. Do not reproduce, in whole or part, any of this story. This is based on a dream that I had the other day. I never got to finish the dream, so the last half is my imagination filling in. Enjoy! * The woman woke in a strange place. It had the look and feel of a dungeon--cold echoing stone with chains hanging from the walls--but one unlike any she'd ever read about or imagined. Green and brown slime coated the stone walls of the vast, cavernous room and ran along the floor, winding its way around huge rocks, flowing into a river so thick that a bridge of massive boulders, roughly hewn into squares, had been built across it. She lay on one side of the giant bridge, unbound hair cascading down her back in waves. She realized abruptly she was naked, laying on the cold, rough floor. A narrow gold chain circled, cold, around her neck, with a connecting chain sliding between her firm, full breasts to connect the collar to another chain riding around her slender waist. A sudden sound across the cavernous space made her look up. A man had entered. He was tall, at least 6'4", with rippling muscles in his arms and torso, a trimmed, graying beard, and a chain like hers around his body, but with thicker links, made to hold a greater strength. Another difference was the leather cloth wrapped around his hips, hiding his nakedness. His cold blue eyes leered at her body in appreciation, taking in her flowing golden hair, long toned limbs, silky skin the color of cream, and full, pouting, rosy lips—lips men had told her were made for kissing—and, most of all, her fear, quivering through her like rain on the surface of water; but he looked at her as though he'd seen many like her before. For lack of other company, and feeling somehow that it was safer to be near someone, anyone, she started to move toward the man across the bridge. That was when HE entered. Though she could not immediately pinpoint anything immediately arresting about him, nothing that would make her stop and stare if she was walking down the street, besides his large size, something made her pause in her movements. His frame seemed to fill the room; at easily 7' tall, with massively wide shoulders, huge muscles rippling across his bare, tanned body, and shoulder-length wavy blond hair. He wasn't breathtakingly handsome, but an inner response tore through her, much too strong to deny, as his icy silver eyes seemed to pierce straight through her. The feeling brought her to her knees, spiraling straight out from somewhere deep inside her core--she could feel her pussy dripping wet within seconds, the moisture starting to run down her legs as the dirt and grit of the bridge cut into her palms. Some extraordinarily mystical power drew her to him. She started to crawl forward on hands and knees across the rough stone bridge, unable to force her body to do anything else. "Come across, if you can." the first man said, his deep voice as mocking as the sneer on his face. She understood what he meant almost immediately. The moment she began to move nearer to the pair, the feeling intensified, soaring through her in orgasmic waves seemingly stronger than a tsunami swell, but leaving her unable to peak her pleasure. The closer she got to the second man—if he truly was just a man—the stronger the reaction became, until she was almost convulsing on the floor, unable to hold herself completely upright on her hands and knees, but unable to stop moving forward. She felt desperate to touch him, with an unexplained need from deep inside and kept creeping slowly over the coarse floor toward him. Looking up briefly, her desperate blue eyes met his cold silver ones. His wide, arrogant smile, perfect white teeth flashing in his smooth-shaven, tanned face, nearly made her cum right there on the floor, without a single touch. "That's it, pet," his whiskey smooth voice purred confidently. "Come to me." With a soft scream of desperation, she collapsed immediately from the sound of his voice, back arching up off the floor, rapture almost, but not quite, overwhelming her as she frantically grasped with her mind to try and reach some kind of relief to the intense pressure of her pleasure. It was as if there was a block to her orgasm. Seeming to read her mind, the first man spoke again, mockingly. "You will not be able to cum, girl, until he orders. You are bound to him, body and soul, to serve HIS pleasure, and he commands you to cum...or not." Her body wracked in pleasurable agony from head to toe, the only response she could give was a distraught moan. HE touched her then, his finger running down her spine to her buttocks, leaving sparks of sensation in its wake, cupping a cheek softly, weighting it softly it in his hand before one large finger found its way from behind to the opening between her legs. She thought she would die, flashes going off in her head, blinding her mind, as the digit slid across her wet lips and flicked against her clit. Her legs gave out altogether and she collapsed onto her side. She could barely form a coherent thought around the pleasure going off in her body like rockets. As he moved closer she could only lie there, staring up at his body. She hadn't seen his cock before...not that it probably would have made a speck of difference to her unholy need for him. Now the sight of his member, thick and aroused between his rock-solid legs, both terrified and thrilled her. What remained of her sane mind told her body to flee...to run as fast as her legs could possibly carry her. Her useless body, however, refused to cooperate. She couldn't have run if her life depended on it--which she almost wondered now. He was huge; at least 13 inches long and so thick that if she tried to wrap both hands around him, they would barely reach. An agonized cry tore from her moist, open lips as she realized in a flash of clarity that he would expect her untried, virgin body to take every inch inside her. The smug grin on his face told her that much. He squatted down, bringing his thick, powerful rod just above her face as she rolled onto her back. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and laughed arrogantly as she turned instinctively into the touch, lips and tongue reaching for something to suck on. He placed his wide thumb on her bottom lip and she sucked it inside her warm mouth, using her tongue to massage it. She felt humiliated at her reaction, but would not have been able to behave any differently. Her mind was no longer in control of her own body. She could feel every speck of herself giving in to him...and he had only touched her twice. He stood abruptly and turned to the first man. "I am pleased, Mica," he told him, "You've done well. Go now." As the servant left, he turned back, the gleam in his eye so predatory that her body spasmed inside and out in expectation of his intentions. "Let's get to know one another," he said with a chuckle. With a snap of his fingers she was suddenly in another room, a dry one, though still made of stone, lying on a gigantic bed, resplendent in silk and velvet, her arms bound above her head to the center of the bed frame. As he stalked toward her, she whimpered again, her back arching off the bed as her frail human body tried to contain the pleasure she gained just from his presence, body thrashing to and fro on the coverlet. His hand came down to wrap around his cock, and her eyes could no longer look anywhere else, her mouth watering as she strained against her bonds to try and touch him, the silk lined cuffs digging into her skin. With a smile and a chuckle, he let her feel him, sliding the satiny head of his cock across her foot. Moans and whimpers fell continuously from her mouth as she wordlessly begged for more, her toes curling as she ineffectually tried to bring him closer. With another snap of his fingers, he at last obliged her, the shackles falling off her arms. She thought the few seconds it took for her to scramble to his feet would kill her with frustration, but in no time she was on her knees on the carpeted floor in front of him, eyes raised in plea for his cock to touch her lips. She didn't have to wait long. He stooped and cupped the back of her head, bringing her open mouth to the head of his throbbing organ and rubbing the weeping head across her lips. Her tongue slipped hesitantly out between her rosy lips, gathering up the salty-sweet drops of pre-cum from his hot, velvet skin. Finally, he pushed it inside. Without a doubt it was the best she had ever tasted, even in spite of the fact she hadn't tasted very many. Think of tasting a $100,000 glass of wine when you've only ever tried the boxed kind. She couldn't get enough of his thick, musky meat and began frantically sucking him. He let her have free reign for a few minutes, watching her eager, amateur efforts, but soon became impatient with her feeble attempts to take him fully in her mouth. Keeping his hand firm at the back of her head, he drove his hips forward, driving himself down her throat. She stopped sucking and simply took it, his cock sliding in and out of her throat too fast for her tongue to respond...she simply had to remember to breathe before he drove back inside. After only a few minutes more he tired of fucking her mouth. He lifted and tossed her onto the bed as though she weighed nothing at all, his body following seconds later to envelop hers, his solid, tree-trunk like limbs resembling pillars on all sides of her as his mouth swooped down to take possession of her mouth. She could not have described it any other way but as a possession. He did not wait for her to surrender. His tongue invaded instantly, sweeping inside and tangling with her own tongue, seducing it out to play. She kissed him back with abandon, feeling sparks of arousal flickering all over her silky skin and building ever higher between her legs, her pussy, beginning to feel the strain of constant arousal for so long, gushing impossibly wetter. As he continued to take pleasure in her mouth, his right hand came up and engulfed her round, firm breast, his thumb flicking across the pebbled nipple hard, curving her up against his muscled body. His mouth followed next close behind his fingers, and she thought he meant to swallow her whole as he suckled her, alternating between suckling and nibbling on her creamy skin. Now his left hand was in motion on her other breast, massaging the flesh and pinching her nipple in turn. When his mouth began to travel lower the thought crossed her mind that she would die of pleasure before anything more could happen. His wet tongue and sharp teeth never left her skin, leading a path of fiery desire straight down her body. He stopped and looked up at her when he reached her mound, mouth halfway open, tongue peeking between his glistening teeth. Without warning he swooped down, open mouth engulfing her clit in tight, wet warmth. Her body came all the way off the bed, and then crashed back down. Pleasure in waves so intense she screamed aloud, hearing the echoes of her cry as the surge overwhelmed her...but she could not cum. She almost fainted; the pleasure peaked so intense, when he slid a finger inside her. Even the single digit stretched her, which should have panicked her with the thought of things to come, but she was too far gone to think that far ahead in her body's reckless race for fulfillment. When his digit reached her maidenhead his eyes flicked up to her face, shining, intensely pleased. She could tell without words he was gloating at being the first to touch her. She knew in the next second how incredibly aroused he really was at the discovery of her virginity when he stopped eating her and straightened to his knees between her legs. His cock and balls hung heavy, swaying slightly, and her eyes again locked on the sight. She whimpered fearfully and a conceited grin flashed on his face, white teeth shining, as he crouched and lined himself up with her slit. The first touch made her cry out, the heat of his throbbing organ focusing all pleasure in her body there, at that one spot. She felt she would burn up, ignite into flames of passion on the spot, but she didn't, and he kept moving forward, the pressure building as he began to force inside her. She didn't want to open at first, her body recognizing his size and telling her in sharp stabs of pain to stop this, but he continued to press his way in with steady control, giving and taking no surrender. He was quick to become impatient at the slow progress, and, with a giant shove of his hips, lunged hard, driving in the first two inches. Her incredible wetness eased the passage, keeping her from tearing. Her body thrashed back and forth on the bed as it warred with itself, her eyes screwing shut and hands helplessly fisting in the bedclothes, crumpling the fine fabric between her aching fingers. One side of her knowing he was too big to fit without considerable pain, and the other side beyond caring with its unbelievable need for him to possess her, her mind fought inside her for control. The fight was lost already, and he proved this with another mighty drive, forcing in another 6 inches and ripping through the proof of her virginity with that single thrust. She screamed as it tore; the sound tapering off quickly to barely a whimper. He was too focused on his own needs to care, and with three more quick thrusts of his body, he was entirely buried in hers, deeper than she would have ever thought possible. He stayed there for a minute, firm, strong arms on either side of her head, his raging cock remaining still inside her newly deflowered body, allowing her muscles to adjust to his size inside her. All too quickly for her agonized body, he began to move, sliding out only slightly before driving back in. She responded immediately, fire burning in her loins with too much intensity to ignore as her need for him overwhelmed everything else. She was so wet the bed was soaked beneath them, and it eased his way as he truly began to fuck her. His cock slid back and forth with a good amount of ease for how tight she was, as she stretched for him and her juices coated him thickly, her muscles gripping him like a glove. He brought his body down on top of hers as he began to speed up with each plunge into her hot tunnel, driving in and out with force as he enjoyed the morsel beneath him. With every stroke the fire in her bones raged hotter. She wanted to cum, desperately, but knew it was his choice. She spoke to him for the first time. "Please, Sir," it seemed natural to give him the title in her silky, desperately breathless voice, as he obviously occupied that role in her life now. "Please, I WANT...I NEED to cum!" It was hard to speak as his body plunged over and over into hers, completely possessing her, dominating, controlling her, taking whatever he desired. He didn't answer for a minute, his strokes intensifying, growing deeper, harder, and faster. Finally, with an extra deep stroke into her, he nodded, "Cum, pet. Cum now!" With a blood-tingling scream, she did, instantly, her body curling all the way up off of the bed as every muscle spasmed and seized. She thought it would never end. Fireworks exploded in her head as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock and she thrashed in the wet silk of the bedclothes. He grunted, half in pain, half pleasure, as she became so tight he could barely move. He yanked himself from her body, watching in delight as her pussy sucked at him, unwilling to let his member go, even in her completion. He didn't stay out for long, though, as he flipped her over to her stomach, one hand underneath her body to pull her ass up and line himself with her in order to drive back inside her lush curves. Her orgasm was just tapering down when he drove back inside, fanning the flames again as he hit spots previously unexplored. His hands wrapped around each hip, pulling her hard against him and helping him drive deep inside her, treating her as nothing more than a receptacle for his powerful manhood. She could feel the pleasure building again, faster this time, like flames licking at her body, and she subconsciously knew that this time he would cum too. He confirmed this quickly, his muscled torso curling down across her back, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he grunted, driving in sharp, deep strokes now, his virile member swelling inside her to impossible size. "Cum!" he snapped out sharply before biting down again, his hips sinking as deep as he could into her body and staying there, his cock giving a brief shudder before violently spasming as he emptied his load deep into her womb. She came instantly at the sound of his command, feeling his cum flooding her. She could have done nothing else when that whiskey smooth voice ordered her to, and she wanted to do nothing else. Pleasure overcame her, spiraling out of control through her body as she leapt and fell off the precipice, her pussy clamping down again, milking every last drop of his seed into her body, her mind overwhelmed with spirals of exploding light and darkness as she gave in to the feelings flooding her. All her muscles gave out and she collapsed to the bed, his body following hers, pulling her onto her side, curled against his stomach, his cock still throbbing somewhat inside her. She heard a and realized he had shackled the chain around her waist to one on his, leaving her immobile beside him. He whispered, "Sleep, pet," and what coherent thought remained left her as she drifted off to sleep. Possession "You want to do what? Here?" Danielle couldn't believe that Nicole had actually suggested what she'd just heard. "Well, your folks are out of town, mine aren't. Besides, it'll be fun! C'mon, please?" Nicole had a way of wheedling what she wanted out of Danielle; she always had. "Nicole, we have that econ mid-term Friday. Aren't you going to study at all?" "I can study later. You know I'll do fine, I always do. C'mon, Danielle! You know you want to ..." Nicole was smiling, Danielle could tell even over the phone. Danielle sighed. "I think it's crazy. You know stuff like that's nothing but superstition, but ... okay." "Cool! I knew you'd let us! Told Gabe you would! Okay, we'll be over there around eight ... see ya!" As she hung up the phone, Danielle wondered why she'd let Nicole talk her into yet another silly stunt like what she was planning. It always happened this way, always had. Both were smart, pretty, and privileged members of old Creole families. But Nicole was an impulsive dreamer, and Danielle preferred her feet firmly on the ground. From kindergarten on, Danielle had been trying to talk Nicole out of one wild scheme or another, while Nicole did her best to coax Danielle into joining her in her escapades. They were both equally successful. Danielle sat back down at her desk, and tried to concentrate on her economics notes, but there was a niggling voice in the back of her mind telling her that she was going to regret giving in to Nicole this time. * * * Sitting on the porch that evening, Danielle gazed down Jackson Street, watching for Nicole and Gabriel. It was only a couple of blocks from where Nicole lived to Danielle's house, and most likely they would be walking. The streetcar full of tourists going by caught her eye, and Danielle wondered what it was that made the tourists flock to this area so much. The houses were pretty, true, but she had grown up in the Garden District, and saw nothing unusual in the neighborhood of stately old houses. The white house with the tall columns behind her was just home, just like the pink brick house down the street where Nicole lived with her parents was simply where Nicole lived. As the evening came on, the air seemed to become thicker, humidity hold Danielle close in its embrace. The scent of flowering vines, underlined with just a hint of decaying vegetation, reminded her of the summer that was ending. She looked down the street at the ancient oaks lining it, bent with age and dressed in decades of Spanish moss. They loomed over the manicured lawns with the same kind of brooding antiquity that the houses in the French quarter had as they leaned over cobbled streets. It was dusk, and the crickets in the Carolina jasmine, which crawled over the sides of the porch, were getting loud when Danielle saw her friends coming towards her. She wouldn't have recognized them, but Nicole's energetic way of walking was unmistakable. It was almost as if she was constantly amazed at the things around her, loving the way the world appeared to her, and she gestured with her hands, talking, while she walked with her boyfriend up the old sidewalk, sidestepping around places where the roots of the trees had buckled the concrete. When she got close enough to see Danielle on the porch, Nicole came close to skipping the last few yards left, coming through the old wrought-iron gate in front of the house, a huge grin on her face, and dark ponytail swinging. "Are you ready?" Nicole burst out as soon as she joined Danielle on the porch. "I guess, but I'm still not so sure this is a great idea. Gabe, didn't you try to talk her out of this? The whole thing sort of gives me the creeps." Danielle was starting to have second thoughts. Gabriel shrugged his shoulders, "I tried, but you know how she is." "I wanted to go down to the St. Louis cemetery, you know, where her tomb is, but it's so full of drug addicts at night, and Gabe said he wouldn't help if I tried to do that," Nicole chimed in, looking not at all daunted by what she had just proposed, as if sane people went into the St. Louis cemetery after dark every night. Danielle looked straight at Nicole, and said, "Nicole Marie Rousseau, I am positive that you have completely lost your mind! Really, Nic! The cemetery?" "Well, I wanted to do it right." Nicole finally managed to look sheepish under Danielle's rebuke. She brightened again when she reached for the package Gabriel held under his arm, and then dropped it in Danielle's lap. "Ta-da!" Danielle looked down at what Nicole had placed in her lap with such pride, and saw a box for an old Ouija board game. She recoiled as if a snake had been placed in her lap. "You know what Father Fournier has to say about these." "Oh, he's just an ol' stick in the mud, you know that." Nicole started tugging on Danielle's arm, pulling her out of her chair. "C'mon, let's get started. Gabe, honey, grab that board." They entered the front hall of the large house, steps echoing on the hardwood floors, and Nicole headed for the staircase to the left, feeling just as comfortable here as she did in her own home. Danielle waved them on. "Y'all go on upstairs to my room. I'm going to get us some drinks and some stuff to munch on." She headed towards the back of the house, and the kitchen, while Nicole and Gabriel stomped their way up the stairs to Danielle's room. When Danielle joined them in her bedroom, loaded down with cokes and chips, she found they had already set up the board on the floor, and were sitting next to it. She again felt the revulsion to it she had felt outside on the porch, but couldn't put her finger on the reason for it. She didn't even like to look at it, and the thought of actually touching the small pointer filled her with loathing. Nicole, in her excitement, didn't seem to notice the way Danielle was avoiding the board, but Gabriel did, and shot her a questioning look that she answered mutely with a small shake of her head. Not wanting to be anywhere close to the board, Danielle finally settled for climbing up on her bed, coke in hand, and curling her legs underneath her. Nicole grinned up at Danielle, and then turned her smile on Gabriel, "Y'all ready?" "Nic, are you absolutely positive that you want to do this?" Danielle tried one last time to turn Nicole away from what she was set on doing. She saw by the set of Nicole's mouth that she was going to be unable to convince Nicole to stop, and turned her eyes to Gabriel, "Gabe, tell her. I don't think this is something that we need to be playin' 'round with." He looked back at Danielle apologetically, "You know exactly how she is, Dani. I've already argued as much as I could about it. At least she didn't insist on going down to the quarter, or something." "Will y'all quit talkin' about me like I'm not here!" Nicole was starting to get impatient, "C'mon, it's gonna be fun, you'll see." Gabriel and Danielle both stayed quiet, but Nicole took their silence for acquiescence, and settled herself more comfortably, legs crossed Indian-style in front of her. The loud "pop" as she opened a coke startled Danielle, but then the quiet overtook her room again. "We're all supposed to have our hands on this thing," Nicole said, holding up the small wooden pointer with the window in the middle. "I'm here, and I'll watch, but I have no intention of pretending that some spirit is talking to us, Nic, while you push that thing around the board," Danielle said. Nicole stuck her tongue out at her friend playfully, and then said, "That's fine, Gabe will help, won't you babe?" Gabe looked uncomfortable about it, but went along with Nicole as he usually did. "I guess, if you really want me to." He scooted closer to the board so that he would be able to reach it easily. Nicole showed Gabriel where to put his fingers on the pointer, then glanced briefly at Danielle, "Can you dim some of the lights? It's really sorta bright in here." Danielle turned off the overhead light, leaving only a small one on her bedside table still lit, and then went back to her perch on her bed, feeling silly that she was so uneasy about what Nicole was doing. Nicole looked at the other two, and cautioned them, "Now, y'all, this is serious. No snickers from you, if you please. We need to be quiet, and concentrate on bringing her to us." Gabriel nodded, but Danielle just kept her eyes on the wooden pointer on the Ouija board. She was strangely fascinated by it, and repelled at the same time, but didn't know why. Nicole started speaking in a low, sing-song voice, "Our beloved, Marie Laveau, hear me. Show yourself to us, let us know your power is still with you beyond the grave." Danielle's sense of unease grew as she watched Nicole continue. "Come to us, beloved Marie. There were things left unfinished by you when you left this earth. In the name of my mother, Dominique, and in the name of her mother, Amelie, I command you to come to us." Nicole sat back, her fingertips meeting Gabriel's on the pointer set in the middle of the board in front of her. As Danielle watched closely, the pointer started to vibrate, only noticeable because of the noise it was making against the board underneath it. The vibrations got stronger and stronger, and then it began to move. Nicole looked up at Danielle, eyes wide, and then met Gabriel's equally wide-eyed gaze across the board on the floor between them. It moved quickly, without hesitation, letter to letter. Gabriel called them out as they were marked by just a slight pause each time, "D -- A -- M -- B -- A -- L -- L -- A -- H -- C -- O -- M -- E -- S ..." The pointer became still, and Nicole backed away from it quickly, as if it had burned her fingertips. Nicole asked Gabriel, "What does that mean? Does it spell anything?" Glancing over at Gabriel, Danielle realized that all the blood had drained away from his face. He licked his lips, took a drink of his coke, then coughed before he managed to say, "Damballah comes." "Damballah? What the hell is that?" Nicole finally got out. Danielle found her voice at last, "C'mon, Nic, you were moving that thing!" "No, I was not! I swear!" Nicole's face looked just as drained of color as Gabriel's, and Danielle regretted her remark almost immediately. A small scratching sound interrupted them, and Gabriel made a choked noise, and pointed at the Ouija board. The pointer was moving by itself, spinning in the center of the board. The spinning slowed, and then it began spelling letters out as before. Nicole was leaning over it, calling out the letters as they came, "I -- A -- M -- H -- E -- R -- E -- W -- H -- O -- C -- A -- L -- L -- S" Nicole sat back, working the message out in her mind, and when the answer came to her, she gave a small moan, and bit down on a knuckle between her teeth, then looked over at Gabriel for help, even though she realized that she was the one who had called. The enormity of what she had done hit her, and her eyes grew wider as she glanced frantically around the room, looking for a way to unsay the words that had started this. Danielle felt helpless to stop whatever had been put into motion with Nicole's words, and was jumping off the bed to flip the overhead light on, perhaps bring some normalcy back to the situation, when her attention went to the corner of her room behind Nicole. There was a shape forming there. It looked like it was made out of smoke, and was rising from the oak floor. She felt frozen, unable to move, as she watched the smoke coalesce and develop. She watched it form the figure of a woman, tall and regal, but when Danielle raised her gaze to the apparition's eyes, they were gold, and she felt they were staring right into her soul, and had found that soul wanting. The hard gaze turned from Danielle to Nicole, and the woman's arms reached for the girl on the floor in front of her. Danielle shouted a warning, and then fell in a faint to the floor. * * * When she opened her eyes, Gabriel and Nicole were both leaning over her, concern etched in their faces. Danielle sat up abruptly, turning her head to search the corners of her room for the woman she had seen. "Where is she? Oh, dear God, please tell me she's gone!" Nicole wrapped her arms around Danielle, and pulled her close, making comforting noises, "Shhhh, everything's okay, cherie. It's just the three of us here. Everything's fine." Danielle pulled back from Nicole, and asked, "You didn't see her?" Nicole shook her head, and asked, "Who, Danielle? There's no one here but us. What did you think you saw?" Danielle looked at Gabriel, now lounging comfortably against the doorway. "You didn't see her, Gabe?" "Dani, the only thing I saw was you falling in a heap after yelling Nicole's name." He came closer and put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you really sure you're okay? I mean, you screamed like you thought Nicole was about to die, or something, and then just fell over." She shook her friends off, and stood up, wondering what she had really seen, if she had seen anything at all. Could she really have just imagined the woman reaching for Nicole? "I guess I'm just tired, y'all ...too much studying or something, I don't know." She pushed her dark hair behind her ears. "I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll feel a lot better, I guess, after I get some sleep." "Well ... if you're sure, " Nicole began. "I sure do hate to leave you in this big house all by yourself. Maybe you should grab a few things, and just stay at my house tonight." "No, I'll be fine. It doesn't bother me to stay here alone, you know that." Danielle just wanted some peace to figure out what had actually happened in her room that evening. "I'd rather you came down to my house, but okay, if you'd rather stay here ..." Nicole's voice trailed off. "I'm okay, really. I'll pick you up in the morning for class, okay?" Danielle had a crazy urge to push them out the door, get them out of her house. "Okay, darlin', I'll see you then. We'll lock the front door behind us, you just stay up here, and go to bed." Nicole leaned over and kissed Danielle's cheek, and then she and Gabriel were gone, their steps echoing down the hallway. When Danielle heard the front door close, she let out the breath she'd been unconsciously holding. She refused to believe that she had imagined what she had seen. The woman had been almost as clear to her as Gabriel and Nicole had been, and she knew she had not imagined what had been spelled out on the Ouija board. She rubbed her cheek where Nicole had kissed her before leaving, feeling an imprint there of full, lush lips that had been icy cold. * * * The next morning when Danielle picked Nicole up for their classes at Tulane, neither girl spoke of what had happened the night before. It was as if there was an unspoken agreement just to let it slide into the past without questioning too much, or even questioning each other. Danielle found herself stealing glances at Nicole, sensing something that her friend wasn't telling her, but she kept her feelings to herself. Nicole would tell her when she was ready. During a break between classes, she went to the library, and tried to study, but found herself on one of the school's computers, surfing the 'net for information on Marie Laveau, and trying to find a reference to "Damballah." She clicked on a link and read: "DAMBALLAH WEDO [lore] In the Voodoo tradition, Damballah Wedo is the name of the High King of the Loas. Damballah Wedo is the life force, the essence, the energy, the Da that resides within all things. Damballah Wedo is the Great Serpent God." She sat back in her chair, staring at the screen in front of her, and rubbing her arms where goose bumps had appeared, then leaned forward again, intent on her search for information about Marie Laveau. She knew something about her -- no child grows up in New Orleans without hearing the legends enough times to have them memorized, but Danielle wanted to know the truth now, not legends. Two hours later she rubbed her eyes then looked at her watch, realizing she had missed a class. Danielle had searched for information on the voodoo queen, looking at any source that might tell her something more, but had come up surprisingly empty handed. Apparently, not much was known about Marie, and even what was known wasn't well documented. It puzzled her that such a well-known figure in a relatively recent period of history would have so little information on her life available. What she had found was bare bones facts: Marie had been born around 1794, either in New Orleans, or possibly in Haiti. She had been a quadroon, a free woman of color, possibly of African, Indian, French and Spanish descent, who had ruled the voodoo religion in New Orleans for many years. The sources she'd found couldn't even agree on when she had died, all of them citing different years around 1880. Then Danielle found one last reference that made the hair stand up on her arms: Marie had died cursing a rival voodoo leader, a man referred to only as "Dr. John," and had sworn that she would come back, if necessary, to see him destroyed. The more Danielle thought about what she had seen the night before, the more convinced she was that she had seen Marie Laveau's spirit come when Nicole had called her. Danielle didn't know why the spirit had been reaching for Nicole, but she knew how uneasy it made her just remembering that slanted golden gaze, and the feeling that Nicole had been in danger. She logged off the computer, and gathered her things together so she could meet Nicole for the drive home. The walk to the parking lot where she had left her car helped shake off the sense of foreboding that had been following her around like a small, dark cloud, and by the time she got to the car, where Nicole was already waiting for her, she was even able to enjoy the bright fall day. Nicole was a talkative as ever, keeping Danielle amused with her catty commentary about some of their fellow students. Danielle had been able to push the previous night's events to the back of her mind until they pulled up in Nicole's driveway. As Nicole turned to tell her goodbye, Danielle felt her blood turn to ice when she realized that Nicole's eyes were no longer the vivid green they had always been, but were now a feral gold. * * * Danielle found herself still in her car, parked in her own driveway, a few minutes later with no memory of driving the couple of blocks from Nicole's house to her own. She had just about come to the conclusion that what she had seen in her room the night before had been either a practical joke gone wrong, or that she had been so tired that her mind had played tricks on her. The sight of those gold eyes set in her best friend's face had hit her like a bucket of ice water, and let her know that she had not imagined the events of the night before at all. She let herself into the big, empty house, wishing that her parents were there. She wouldn't have dared to tell them about the things that she had seen in the last twenty-four hours, but knowing they were there would have been a comfort. Her home no longer felt as secure and as safe as it had before, and being alone there wasn't an appealing idea at all. The silence pressed down on her in the house, ringing in her ears. Without putting any of her things down, Danielle turned and quickly went back out onto the front porch to blessed normalcy. Danielle settled herself on the porch swing, tucking her legs underneath her, and opened her economics book to try and study for the test she had coming. When she realized she had read the same paragraph three times, she sighed in defeat and set the text aside. She pulled one foot out, and was idly pushing herself slowly to and fro on the swing when she realized she was swinging herself in time with a faint song she heard drifting to her on the fall breeze. She stopped the swing's motion with her foot firmly on the porch, and listened, trying to make out the words. Possession "Zadyé jadyé chér sér. (Goodbye, goodbye dear sister) Zadyé jadyé chér sér. No senyér m a di, ye. Il ora pitchye de nou, Moman,. Móman il e mó. (Goodbye, goodbye dear sister. Our Lord told me he will have pity on us, Mother. Mother she is dead) Móman, Móman il e mó. No senyér m a di, ye Il ora pitchye de noun, zadye. Zadye chér fré. (Mother, mother she is dead. Our Lord told me he will have pity on us, goodbye. Goodbye dear brother) Jadyé jadyé chér frér. No senyér m a di Ill ora pitchye de noun. (Goodbye, goodbye, dear brother. Our Lord told me he will have pity on us) It was a Creole song, Danielle hadn't heard it since she was a small child. The song was sung in a low, sweet voice, drifting from down the street. Danielle looked in the direction she thought it was coming from, and saw a figure slowly making its way towards her. She couldn't tell who it was, other than it was a woman. The shifting shadows of the oaks overhead gave the figure a sensuous movement as it glided slowly in and out of the random shafts of sunlight, hips moving from side to side with an overt sexuality. Lulled by the song, and the drowsy afternoon, Danielle closed her eyes, and leaned back against the swing. The song gradually grew louder, and then stopped. Danielle opened her eyes to see Nicole standing on the other side of the iron gate, smiling a small, secret smile. The smile grew larger, and then Nicole said, "Did I startle you, ma cheré? I surely didn't mean to." Although Nicole had startled her, Danielle wasn't about to admit it. "No, of course not! C'mon, girl, you know better than that." Nicole opened the gate, and then came up the stairs to the porch, her steps slow and smooth. Danielle had to struggle to keep from cringing away from Nicole when she sat down on the swing next to her. Nicole pushed the swing a little, got it moving again, and then leaned back, seemingly relaxed, but Danielle could see the muscles in her arms, tense and hard. "My parents are going to be out tonight," Nicole began, "I think that I'll invite Gabriel over for the evening. We haven't had any time alone for awhile, you know what I mean?" She turned to Danielle with that last, and winked, a parody of the Nicole Danielle had known most of her life. "They'll be out all night?" Danielle had a hard time just looking at her, suspecting that it wasn't even Nicole that she was talking to. "Of course, bébé, you know how they are. Oh, they say they'll be in eventually, but it will be in the small hours of the morning. Plenty of time to do what I want to do." The fall sunlight dimmed as a cloud slipped in front of the sun, and Danielle felt goosebumps raise up on her arms, whether from the sudden change in temperature or from Nicole's last statement, she wasn't sure. Part of her wanted to discount everything she had seen, and yet there was a niggling little voice that kept telling her she hadn't been imagining anything. Nicole's voice interrupted her thoughts, "What are your plans for the evening, doux l'un?" "I think I'm just going to stay here and study. I haven't gotten as much done as I'd like, so it looks like a boring evening for me. But, have fun with Gabe." Danielle knew that if it was Nicole she was talking to that her voice would betray her true thoughts, and she prayed that it didn't. "Oh, petite fille, I will ... I will." With that, Nicole got up from the swing, and headed towards the gate to the street, but stopped once she was there, and turned, one hand on the gate. "You know, don't you ma cheré, that sometimes it's best not to poke your nose in where it doesn't belong?" Danielle opened her mouth to speak, and found that her mouth was too dry to get any words past her lips. She nodded instead, cursing herself for her cowardice. Nicole smiled again, sure that her message had gotten across, and then she went out the gate, and down the street towards her home, singing once again "Zadyé jadyé chér sér. Fré il e mó ..." Danielle heard the last phrase, "Brother he is dead," and had to lean over the side of the porch as she was violently ill. * * * Danielle stood in front of the window in her bedroom, seeing but not seeing the street in front of her house. She glanced over at the clock. Nine o'clock, and she had started for the door, and Nicole's house, a dozen times already, but had been unable to muster up the courage and conviction to actually go. She whirled around, mind finally made up, and headed down the stairs at a run, and then out the front door. Her pace slowed once she went out the gate to the street, and she almost turned back, but thoughts of what might be happening at Nicole's house kept her going. She wasn't sure what she would find once she got there, but she prayed the entire way down the street that she was mistaken. As she approached Nicole's house, she found herself repeating under her breath, "Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen." She stepped noiselessly up the steps to the porch, and then crossed to the door, hoping it was unlocked. She twisted the knob slowly, thanking whoever was looking after her, and then slipped through the front door, and closed it behind her with only a small click to betray her presence. There weren't any lights on downstairs, only the light on the stairs leading up to the second floor. Danielle could hear Nicole's and Gabriel's voices, but it wasn't clear what was being said. There was the sound of furniture creaking, and Danielle was afraid she was interrupting an intimate moment, but she wasn't sure, and couldn't take the chance that it was something much less pleasant. She went slowly up the steps, walking close to the wall to be sure the old steps didn't creak and give her approach away. The landing was in a pool of light, and Nicole's bedroom was just past the landing, the door standing about halfway open. Danielle could see the flickering lights of candles through the door and slowed even more, unsure of what was happening inside the room. She was worried they would see her when she got to the landing, but she needn't have worried, they were focused only on themselves. When Danielle was beside Nicole's bedroom door, she sank down to her knees, reasoning that they wouldn't see her as easily closer to the floor. She eased her head around the doorframe, unable to see anything distinct at first because of the darkness in the room, but her eyes gradually adjusted, and she saw that Nicole and Gabriel were making love on Nicole's bed. The wavering light from the candles made the scene almost surreal as she watched, feeling guilty for watching, but frightened that things weren't as they seemed. Nicole was riding Gabriel, thigh muscles tense and back arched. While Danielle watched, Nicole's rhythm became faster and rougher, and her hands curled into claws, long manicured nails painted blood red. Nicole raked her nails down Gabriel's chest, and he moaned, head thrown back and eyes closed, and pumped his hips up into Nicole harder. Nicole started chanting as she rode Gabriel towards her climax, "Je vous maudis, altérer John, pouvoir vous brûle dans l'enfer à jamais; pouvoir vous brûle dans l'enfer à jamais." Her voice became louder with each repetition. Danielle reached back into the recesses of her childhood, and the french she had understood so effortlessly then, trying to decipher what Nicole was saying. She watched, and mouthed the words that Nicole was chanting. Gabriel reached for Nicole's hips, moving her up and down on his cock, face contorted with the effort and his impending release. The meaning of Nicole's words popped into Danielle's mind: I curse you, Dr. John, may you burn in hell forever, may you burn in hell forever, and she gasped with understanding. Gabriel was too intent upon the sight of Nicole, impaled and writhing on his cock, to hear Danielle, but Nicole heard, and turned her head to smile a predator's smile at Danielle. Nicole held Danielle's eyes with her own gold gaze, and reached behind her, picking up something that she had hidden under the blankets beside her. Gabriel groaned out loudly, "Oh my god, Nicole!" and brought her hard down on him, muscles hard and sweat gleaming in the light of the candles . Nicole broke their gaze at the sound of her name, and turning to face Gabriel, she raised a butcher knife over her head, and while Danielle watched, frozen, Nicole screamed, "I am Marie Laveau, and I will have my revenge, NOW!" Danielle's muscles moved of their own accord, and she leaped from the doorway, screaming Nicole's name. Nicole's body was slick with the sweat of sex, and Danielle's right hand went for the hand Nicole held the knife in, wrapping her left arm around Nicole's waist. They toppled off the bed, Nicole spitting and hissing in rage, wrestling for control of the knife. It was between them, Danielle's hand wrapped around Nicole's on the handle, trying desperately to wrench it away, and Nicole had focused on Danielle as the new source of her rage. The two women rolled, Danielle coming up on top, and Nicole gave a harsh gasp, and was still, gold leeching out of the eyes as they turned back to the green they were, knife sticking up from her chest. Danielle backed away with a sob, refusing to believe that Nicole was gone. She held up her bloodied hands and started to scream, keening her loss. Gabriel was with her suddenly, his arms around her, rocking her, and saying small soothing things, as tears ran down his own face. "My God, Gabe! What have I done?" she sobbed. "She was ... I saw ... She was going to stab you..." "Dani, you couldn't help it. Danielle, you tried! I don't know what got into her. She was acting strange all day, she was like an animal. You stopped her -- I know you didn't mean to kill her." Gabe looked down at Nicole's bloody form, "Oh God, she's gone ... Nicole!" Gabriel shouted his own anguish to the roof, holding tightly to Danielle, both of them sitting on the floor. After a moment, Danielle calmed, the sobs leaving her. She pulled back from Gabriel, a strange look in her gold eyes, the corners of her lips twisting in a wry smile as she reached for the knife. "It will be fine, ma chere, you'll see, tout sera bien." Possession I come into our chat room, and see him with another woman. His words are arousing, seductive, sexy as he plays with her. My heart races, knowing this is part of our arrangement. That cybering sexually with others is just part of the game. But this time, my lust boils over, and I interrupt him. I tell him to meet me in our private chat room. He agrees, and I exit out of one site and click into another. I wait in a private room, one for only two people, and shortly he appears. As he enters, I type furiously, feeling such a tangle of emotions I don't know where to begin. I tell him what I am doing, and as I type, one emotion clearly separates itself from the others; jealousy. Pure, unadulterated, full blown green eyed jealously. I grab his shirt in my fists, shoving him against the wall, flattening myself against him. I kiss him ferociously, my tongue plunging into his mouth, searching for his tongue, finding it, biting it with my teeth. He responds to my aggressiveness with his own. turning us so my back is against the wall, his hard chest crushing me into it. I tell him exactly what my body would be doing, what I would be feeling as he takes me. Its a hard, brutal, possessive kiss. He describes how he is sucking my tongue, kissing me almost savagely. How he feels my passion, my lust, my need for him obliterating everything, everyone else. I describe how my nipples are puckered and hard, poking him in the chest as he kisses me. He tells me he is sucking my sexy full bottom lip. I do the same, then I bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He pulls away suddenly, telling me he is gazing into my eyes, searching for what I am feeling. The intensity of our conversation is taking my breath away. I feel like the house could burn down around me and I would not move away from him, from the screen, from his words, his thoughts, his emotions. He describes how he shoves me back, pushing me to the floor. I tell him how I land, on my bottom, legs spread wide apart, my nightgown riding up my long legs, bunching around my waist. I write how my cunt is dripping wet with arousal, lust, desire. We tell each other how hot we are, how the blood lust is surging in our veins, our words perfectly matched, completing each others sentences at times. Telling me he is lying down on top of me, he describes his body. How rock hard his cock is between my legs, rubbing up against my plump, swollen pussy lips, his heart thundering in his chest as the lust builds. I picture him there with me, his strong male body covering mine as I look into his eyes, searching them, wanting to see what I feel reflected back to me in his. He paints a picture of him above me, a drop of blood gathering on his lip where I bit it. The scarlet drop slowly drips down from his mouth to mine, and I can almost taste it. I savor the saltiness of it, and I describe how I would lick it off my lip, my soft pink tongue darting out, arousing, inflaming him further. He tells me how he would take his iron hard cock in his fist, rubbing it along my wet slit, coating himself with my honeyed female juices. I tell him how I respond, my hips arching up towards him, my body begging for his possession. He continues, telling me how he enters me, a hard, rough, forceful drive into me, plunging into my depths until our pubic hair is meshing together. Holding himself there, his powerful hands gripping me tight I feel it in my heart, feel him buried inside me, his male to my female, a glorious act of love and lust. He describes how he would start to fuck me with hard, savage thrusts, his swollen cock head nudging my hardened cervix with every inward stroke. The words flow between us, both of us lost in each other, feeling something passing between us through the computers. It has never been like this with us, this claiming of one another. I want him to brand me, mark me somehow, yet knowing it is impossible. Our relationship exists only in the world of cyberspace, our own private world we created from our first conversation. Meeting once, sometimes twice a day, the sexual games and fantasies between us are erotic, mesmerizing, addicting, showing me how much I have been missing in my serene, boring, almost asexual life. Yet the emotions are painfully real. My love for him is endless, boundless, as complete as any real life love could ever be. The touching of physical bodies is the only thing missing. The feelings, the closeness we share, is a part of me, of my life. Through our chats, he has given me back the gift of myself, the erotic, sensual, lust filled woman I was all along. Stifled by a cold, unfeeling husband, he awakens in me the parts of myself I have kept hidden deep inside myself for so very long. Its a rebirth, an awakening of my battered spirit. His love for me nurtures me, feeds me, restores me. And my love does the same for him. Trapped in a passionless marriage, I give him his maleness back, his strength, his sexual power. We take each other further and further into the riches of sexual, sensual lovemaking. Each time is something new, sometimes sweet and tender, sometimes rough and hard, but always with love and caring. Anything I suggest, or ask for, he gives, with no reservation, no doubt, no guilt. Everything he needs, desires, longs for, I give, unselfishly, freely, lovingly. Its a perfect relationship. He moves on, telling me how he would be taking me, making me his once again, showing me with his body how much he loves me. I can only respond, taking him inside me, over and over and over. We describe our orgasms to each other, the minute details unbelievable in their completeness. I can feel him, smell him as he climaxes deep inside my pussy. My own orgasm rockets through me with just a touch of my finger on my wet hard clit. I struggle to type now, my arms shaking and my stomach muscles quivering as the powerful release slowly fades. Most times when I chat I just type, not touching myself at all, but it is iresistable with him. The desire, the need to climax is overwhelming, as I know it is for him. He describes how his cock would be jerking, flexing inside me, his creamy male essence pumping, spurting into my waiting body. I picture him there at his computer, his hand coated with that evidence of his lust for me, his cock still hard as he strokes it slowly, savoring the aftershocks as they ripple through him. Collapsing on top of me, our hearts pounding, now we soothe each other, telling of our deep love for the other, asking what in the hell just happened between us. I can offer no explanation, only knowing that had it been in real life, it would have been exactly like this. He is mine, my mind screams. I don't want another woman touching him, ever, either in real life or in cyberspace. Softly, he reassures me, telling me how special I am to him, how much he loves me, how the cyber sex is just play, it doesn't mean anything. And I believe him, sharing his thoughts. I play with others at times, too, but what I feel for him is totally different. He is the only one who has gotten into my heart and become more than mere words on the screen. I know it is the same for him. We say our goodbyes, arranging to meet later that night. I know I will be there, waiting. Possession "What do you think?" I asked as I did a slow twirl in front of Jared after donning my costume. Turning from the computer he glanced up at me, his dark blue eyes taking me in for a moment. With a shrug he turned back around saying, "Looks good to me. Have fun." My shoulders fell. I had hoped that dressing up in a sexy costume would get his attention. If it didn't turn him on, the least it could have done was make him angry. Any emotion was better than none. I looked down at myself. I was wearing four-inch black and red heels, thigh-high stockings, one black, one red with the opposite color bow at the top of each on the back. A few inches above the stockings I was wearing a black and red skirt with plenty of frilly layers underneath to make it puff out. The skirt was so short that the costume came with matching bloomers with little frills on the rear. My top was a bustier, black on one side, red on the other, that cut dangerously low, showing off the inner sides of my modest C-cup twins. I had elbow length gloves that didn't cover my fingers, my thumbs sticking out of a hole cut into the side of each one. Around my neck I wore a black choker studded with fake, blood red gems. My golden blond hair I'd tied in pigtails on top of my head like a little girl, tying them up with frilly bands that had tiny bells on them. I'd even painted my lips black and red and applied fake eyelashes with little red gems on them. I'd spent a lot of money on this costume in hopes of getting Jared to react. Apparently it wasn't enough. So I carefully made my way over, trying hard not to fall on my face in too-tall heels. When I reached my husband, I snaked my arms around his neck and down over his chest from behind. I put my full lips close to his ear and slowly slipped my tongue out, just barely letting it slide along the outer edge of his ear, hoping to feel at least a little shiver. Nothing. But I wasn't giving up. I moved down to his neck and placed hot kisses along the strong muscles there and gently licked him from his earlobe to where shoulder met neck. I even ended that with a little nip of my teeth. That's when Jared shrugged me off with a sigh of annoyance. He turned his head some so he could look at me. "I'm in the middle of a game here, hun," he said impatiently as he wiped at the spot where I'd bit him. I stood back, trying not to cry. We hadn't had sex in almost half a year. It was even rare if I could get him to let me give him a blowjob. He hadn't touched me intimately at all during this time. I'd taken to using my toys in the bath almost every night, hoping to relieve some of the built up tension. Nothing helped, though. If anything I was hornier than ever. As I stood there, staring at the back of his head, listening to the idiotic game he played on the computer, anger replace sadness. I had tried hard for months to get him to come back to me and nothing worked. He just brooded in his computer chair chatting to his online gaming friends. The only time I ever saw any emotion in him was when his real life buddies came over with their computers for a LAN party. I was sick and tired of trying. If he didn't want me, then I'd find someone else who did. I knew I looked good. I was still young and I deserved to be treated like a queen for at least a night. Before I caught myself I went over to the wall where the surge protector strip was plugged and yanked it from the socket. As he jumped up and hurriedly plugged the strip back in, yelling at me as he did so, I grabbed my coat, purse, and car keys and left the house for the costume party. I had tried to get Jared to go with me, thinking this would be something fun for us to do together but he refused and no amount of begging, pretend sadness or anger would move him. His loss. I was going to find me a gorgeous, masked man and have my way with him tonight. By the time I arrived at my friend's house where the party was, there were cars filling the driveway and lined up and down the street. I parked my car, got out, and began the trek to the house. At the door I was greeted with cheers when I took my coat off and my friend pushed her way through the crowd, handing me a drink as she took my coat. I downed the alcohol and grinned at her. Unfortunately she could see right through my act and pulled me to her bedroom where she threw my coat on the bed. "Alright, spill," she demanded as she closed the door behind me and threw my coat on the bed. I shrugged. What was there to say that I hadn't already? "Same old stuff," I said, a lump suddenly forming in my throat. I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears from my eyes. My friend, Ashley, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I thought this costume would do the trick. I figured if we whored you up a bit then maybe he'd do something." Shaking my head I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "So did I. I was stupid enough to believe that maybe he wanted a little something different. He didn't even get angry that I was going out like this. Normally I can always play to his jealous side." "Don't worry, we'll figure something else out." "No!" I said suddenly. "I'm tired of trying. I've been working my butt of and wracking my brains trying to think of something to get his attention. I know something's bothering him and I've tried to get him to talk about it but he just pulls inside himself even further. I'm done with it all. If he won't give me what I need, then I'll find it with someone else!" "Lis, I don't like that kind of talk. That's not like you at all. You love Jared too much to cheat on him." With a sigh I sat on the bed, sinking down among the myriad coats. "I know," I said slowly. "But I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm horny as fuck all day, every day and it just gets worse. I've had to stop myself several times from just grabbing some random guy and sticking my tongue down his throat. It's gotten so bad that even my boss is looking like a movie star." Ashley and I laughed then shuddered. My boss, Mr. Blake, had to be the grossest man I'd ever met. What little hair he had was always greasy and you could smell the unclean scent from a mile away. His face was severely pockmarked from not only the chicken pocks as a kid but his horrible acne when he was a teen. He still suffered from acne, even at forty-five, and the man refused to at least clear the bumps of the white heads before leaving his house. His thin lips were so dry they were cracking and peeling. It was torture having to shake his hand because his handshake was slick and floppy. I wish I could say he also had a gut but the man was a beanpole. His only redeeming feature was his height. He towered over me by a foot and I was five feet and four inches. But Ashley and I had agreed one drunken night that he wasn't entirely gag-worthy. Sometimes we plotted to kidnap him and make him wash his hair, apply chap stick and use a strong acne treatment on his face. Then he'd have some potential. As we thought for a moment about my boss, the sound of something shattering in the rest of the house brought us back to reality. Ashley looked at me with sympathetic eyes before leaving the room to investigate the noise. For a moment more I stood there wondering if I could really go through with cheating on Jared. The truth was that I just wanted him to notice me again. We'd been together since high school and after we were married, his attention to me began to wan. At first I didn't think anything of it. He'd just started a new job and was tired most of the time. After a while I'd managed to trick myself into thinking nothing was wrong at all. Ashley made me see the light and since then I'd been trying to save our marriage. I only wanted him. The thought of another man touching me set my stomach to rolling. With that thought, I took a deep breath and left the room to enjoy the party, no longer thinking of finding another man to satisfy me. I would just have to think up something really clever to get my husband to want me again. It was some hours later when I felt my cell vibrate inside one of the cups of my bustier. I stuck my hand under my breast and pulled my phone out. The number on the screen was unfamiliar. Flipping it open I held it to my ear, my other hand plugging the opposite ear. "Hello?" I said, yelling to be heard over the din. "Hello? Mrs. Wright?" the female voice on the other end yelled. I began pushing my way to the front door so I could step out onto the porch. When I was outside I answered. "Yes, this is she." "This is Valley Memorial Hospital, I'm calling about your husband, Jared Wright." My heart stopped and I backed myself against the railing as I felt my knees wobble. "Is he all right?" "He is now, we've got him stabilized. We'd like you to come to the hospital to fill out the insurance paperwork." "Okay, yeah, sure, I'll be there in a bit." As I closed the phone, Ashley stepped out of the house, fanning herself. When she saw me, the smile fell from her lips. "Jared's in the hospital," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Then what the hell are you still doing here? You didn't have too much to drink did you? You can drive right? If not, I'll grab Kenny and he can take you. He's on another diet and he says alcohol has too much sugar and calories in it so he hasn't had a single drink tonight," she said. "I haven't had too much to drink, but I think I might still need a ride. I don't think I could make it there safely myself." Ashley nodded and ran back inside. Moments later Kenny, her husband, came out carrying my coat, his keys and my purse in the other hand. He kissed Ashley bye and directed me to his car. On the drive there we sat in silence. The woman had said Jared was stabilized, but what had happened? Who had called 911? "I'll wait here for you," Kenny said as he dropped me off at the front doors. I nodded and got out of the car. He then pulled into a parking space nearby. Rushing inside I went to the front desk and asked about Jared. The nurse gave me a room number, telling me to stop by the nurse's station on that floor before seeing my husband. I thanked her and made my way to the elevator. At the third floor nurse's station I was handed a clipboard of papers to fill out and no one would answer my questions. Instead of arguing, I took a seat nearby and hurriedly filled out the forms. On the last page a nurse came up to me. "Are you Lissy Wright?" she asked. The voice sounded familiar. I looked up and nodded. "Hi, I'm Nurse Fairweather, I'm the one who contacted you earlier." Standing, I shook her hand. "Oh, right, I thought I'd heard your voice somewhere before. So what happened to my husband?" She motioned for me to follow her. As we began to walk she explained. "Neighbors heard shouting and a loud crash and called the police. When they arrived at your house they found your husband on the floor unconscious. An ambulance was called and the paramedics were able to restart your husband's heart." I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. "His heart had stopped?" "Yes. He was believed to have been dead for several minutes before the police arrived. Luckily one of them began administering CPR, which helped immensely. We might not have been able to save your husband otherwise. His heart did stop again in the ride over here, but since he's been here, we haven't run into any problems. He seems to be doing all right. We're not sure what happened at your house, but all that matters is that it wasn't a heart attack and that he should be back to normal in a day or two. We're going to keep him here overnight for observation, though, just to be sure." We stopped by a door and the nurse knocked then opened it. Inside, Jared was reclined in the bed, his face pale. He turned to look at me and something passed through his eyes for an instant. He held up one trembling hand and I ran to him, grabbing it and holding it against my lips as I sat in the chair next to the bed. "I'll leave you two alone then," Nurse Fairweather said and quietly closed the door. "What happened?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. Jared looked weak. It scared me. "The computer crapped out," he rasped. "When I tried to fix it, I was electrocuted." I leaned forward and gave him a hug. I then felt his lips on the top of my head and the tears that had filled my eyes began to spill. When I leaned back, he stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. "I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you, hun. I don't know what was wrong with me." I shook my head emphatically. "No, no! Don't worry about it. I don't care about that. All I care about is your well-being." He chuckled. "Don't lie, I know you've been upset. I promise I'll make it up to you. We'll do something special as soon as I'm feeling myself again." "Okay," I nodded and climbed into the bed beside him. It wasn't long before the nurse came back and told me I'd have to leave for the night and could come back to get him tomorrow. I kissed him passionately and wished him goodnight then made my way back outside to Kenny. The next day I threw my hair up in a quick ponytail and wore a light blue tank top with a knee-length black skirt. I felt giddy as I rushed around the house trying to get ready. With the way my husband had acted last night at the hospital I was excited to see if he'd be as sweet today. Grabbing a bag I'd put a change of clothes for Jared in I hurried to the car and navigated through the nearly empty streets to the hospital. A doctor stopped me in the hallway a few feet from Jared's room to let me know what had happened before I arrived. He laughed and said he'd never seen such a recovery and that he was shocked to see Jared up and moving around as if he'd had a few cups of coffee. When I entered the room he stopped in his aimless pacing and turned to me, a broad grin spread across his face. Coming up to me, he wrapped me in his arms and squeezed me so tight my back popped in a few places. "I missed you," he said lovingly as he stood back and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch, a smile playing on my lips. I couldn't remember the last time he was like this. It had been a slow but steady downhill slope since we were married. "I missed you, too," I replied then handed him the clothes. He took them and immediately pulled off the hospital gown. He still had on the boxers from the night before and I'd brought him a new pair since he usually changed them every day, but he just tossed the clean pair aside and began slipping into the jeans. When he had the jeans buttoned and was about to put the shirt on, I told him to wait. He looked at me quizzically and then smiled when he saw the way I was looking at him. Jared was by no means buff, but his muscles were defined and he had just the right amount of fat around his stomach so he wasn't stick thin. His chest and shoulders were broad with a thin covering of hair over his pecs. The hair trailed down in a neat line over his stomach, disappearing into his jeans. I was glad it had been a hot summer because Jared now sported a light tan that gave him a healthy glow. As I stared, I walked slowly over to him and lightly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach. You could barely see the outlines of his abs through the thin layer of fat on them, but that was just how I liked him. Healthy. Normal. Because he wasn't incredibly buff or stick thin, those dimples that so many woman love that poke out above the jeans were non-existent on Jared. Every time I saw him in pants and no shirt I thanked God that Jared didn't have them. I found them revolting. Jared's hand took mine and I looked up into his dark eyes. His dark, brown hair was unruly at times and it was especially so today. I chuckled and used my free hand to move a few strands off his forehead. When I had done so, I cupped his cheek in my hand, feeling the roughness from his day old stubble on my palm. Jared had a long face, but it wasn't comically long and all his features fit just right. His jaw didn't disappear into his neck either. And his brown eyes were large and the corners turned down ever so slightly, making him look just a bit sad. I ran my thumb over his lips, which were the most beautiful pair of lips I'd ever seen in my life. Both were full, the bottom one just a bit more so than the top. They weren't chapped or peeling and he never wore chap stick. Every time I saw them I was overcome with the urge to kiss them, to nibble on them, to taste them. Apparently he had the same idea at that moment as his lips came down over mine. A tiny whimper escaped me. I had been without his kisses for just as long as I had been without his touches. I melted into him and his arms went around me as I felt my knees weaken. The kiss deepened and his tongue played along the line between my lips, urging them open. When I opened to him, his tongue lashed into my mouth and his hold on me tightened, exciting a gasp from me that disappeared into his mouth. I was like putty in his grip now. His tongue running over mine, mingling with it, those wonderful lips pressed against my own. It was heaven and it had me completely turned on. I squirmed a bit in his arms as I felt my panties dampen. I felt him chuckle deep in his chest as he placed a leg between mine and gently pushed his knee against my increasingly damp slit. I groaned as he ground his knee into me and my hands went into his thick hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and pulling him more against me. "Ahem," a voice sounded behind me. I jumped and pulled apart from my husband, every inch of bare skin on me glowing bright red. I looked at the nurse and her cheeks were just as red from walking in on such an intimate moment. "Sorry to, uh, interrupt," she said and cleared her throat. "Your discharge papers are ready if you'd like to leave." In the car ride home, Jared's hand found its way to my thigh and began rubbing lightly, idly slipping underneath my skirt and squeezing my leg every so often. I could feel the sexual energy radiating off of him and it was all I could do to keep myself from speeding home. At home I managed to appear as if I wasn't hoping he would rip my clothes from me and take me right in the entryway. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Is there anything in particular you'd like for lunch?" I asked as I bent over to inspect the bottom shelf's contents. Hands on my hips and something big and hard against my ass told me Jared was right there. I giggled and stood, closing the refrigerator. When I'd turned completely to face him I threw my arms around his neck and looked at him. Something was different in his eyes. I couldn't tell what, but I'd never seen him look at me as he was doing now. He kissed me, shoving me against the big appliance, his hands roaming up under my tank top, all thoughts about his look gone as I lost myself in his frantic groping. One big hand engulfed my left breast and kneaded it then squeezed it hard, making me gasp in pain/pleasure. I took his bottom lip in my mouth and sucked hard on it then nipped it, making him gasp this time. I felt his smile against my lips and his hands at the hooks of my bra. Within seconds I felt the weight of my breasts as the bra loosened and I sighed in relief. He busied himself with taking my shirt of then, sliding it up over my stomach, his hands grazing the skin, sending electric shocks through me to my aching sex. With my shirt off he tossed it aside and pulled the bra off my arms and tossed it as well. Without another though his mouth descended on my left breast, pulling the hardened nipple into his mouth. I groaned, sliding my fingers into his hair and tugging slightly but not pulling him away in the least. The vibration of his moan rippled through my chest. He sucked harder and grazed his teeth over the nipple, making me cry out at the pain. I returned the favor by tugging his hair harder. Possession Before I knew what was happening, he picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. He stood between my knees and pulled me forward. The counter was just low enough so that my panty-covered lips were pressed against the erection that pointed up towards his chin inside his jeans. He took my other breast in his mouth now, his right hand toying with my left nipple. I began grinding my pussy against him, allowing my juices to completely soak through my panties and then his jeans. For a moment he stopped and undid his jeans and stepped out of them as well as his boxers. I looked down and my mouth began to water. I wanted my mouth over his dick so badly. My lips went dry and I licked them. Looking back up into Jared's eyes again I noticed something different but didn't think anything of it beyond a second's passing thought. With his member exposed I hooked my calves behind his back and pulled him back to me, shoving my sex against him. He threw back his head and groaned deeply then attacked me like never before. Pushing me to lie back on the counter, he ripped my panties from me and pushed my skirt up onto my stomach. Less than a second passed before he used my hips to pull me to his mouth. I moaned loudly as his teeth nipped at my clit then he sucked hard on it, his tongue just barely glancing over it, making me jump with each pass. With nothing to grab hold of on the counter, my nails scraped against the surface as I tossed my head from side to side, unable to control myself. He sucked hard and fast on my clit, sometimes going back to nipping it. Then I felt two of his thick fingers slide easily into my vagina and he began pumping them in an out faster than he'd ever done before, making sure to hook his fingers into my g-spot on the way out. I squirmed more, my hands flying to my face as I covered the loud screams of pleasure trying to escape. Jared pulled his fingers from my pussy and grabbed both of my hands, pulling them from my mouth, never stopping in his onslaught of my clit. He wanted to hear me scream. He'd never let me be so loud and it only turned me on more. The moment his fingers went back to my hole I cried out one last time as my orgasm hit me and my world went black. Wave after wave slammed through me, my back arching, my hands scrabbling at the counter, at my skirt, finally landing on Jared's head and pulling his mouth harder against me. It took minutes for the pleasure to subside but I continued to shake. My husband pulled my hands from his hair and stood up, a wicked smile on his lips. From the look in his eyes, I knew he definitely wasn't done. Pulling me from the counter, he threw me over his shoulder and hauled me into the bedroom. I squealed as I felt myself fall through the air to land on the bed. He pulled my skirt off my and crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. I sat up and looked at him, knowing exactly what he wanted. I crawled forward and took his cock in my hand and began slowly pumping it. Lowering my head I put my mouth so close to the tip that my hot breath washed over it and it jumped in my grasp. Slowly, almost painfully so, I let the tip of my tongue slide around the head of his dick and then down one side of the shaft, moving my hand aside. As I brought my head back up, I moved my tongue slowly from side to side and made sure to flick it over the most sensitive part under the head. A jolt went through me as I heard his groan. I licked back down the next side and back up, swirling my tongue over the head. I then began placing kisses on the head, down his shaft and ending at his balls. Those I sucked into my mouth and moaned as they filled it. I felt his hips buck and his hands went to my shoulders and squeezed. Busying myself with his testicles I began pumping his shaft again. Soon I couldn't take it anymore and slowly licked my way up his shaft and kissed the tip of his dick again. I pulled back a little bit, my hand still stroking, waiting for a moment. Just when he opened his mouth to ask me why I'd stopped, I shoved my mouth quickly over the head and down onto the shaft, stuffing his cock into my throat where I swallowed. Jared groaned so loudly then and grabbed my head. He began lifting his hips, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth, fucking it hard. It hurt and it made me gag several times, but he didn't let up and I found myself reaching between my legs to play among the folds there, moaning when his dick wasn't shoved down my throat. My other hand was on his balls, massaging them in time with his hard thrusts. I felt them begin to tighten and knew he was about to finish. I readied myself for swallowing his cum but he had other ides. Ripping my head from his dick, he flipped me around and savagely rammed his cock into my dripping pussy. I cried out as he hit the deepest part of me, sending darts of pain through my body. He didn't stop, though. With his hands on my hips he thrust and pulled me back at the same time, hitting against my womb each time. Normally I didn't like it so rough but I'd been without sex for so long that I no longer cared. I let myself scream with the pain and found myself cumming several times in the few minutes he took to finish. With one last thrust he cried out as his seed shot into me. My arms suddenly felt weak and I let my top half fall to the bed, panting hard. After he pulled out, I rolled onto my side and tried not to let the pain get to me. It felt good but hurt more than I ever thought possible. Jared lay back against the pillows and headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. We looked at each other, wide smiles on our faces. Suddenly I winced as the pain flared. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, it hurts, but I'll be fine." With a nod of his own, Jared got up, slapping my ass hard before he made his way to the bathroom. His calling me 'babe' and slapping me on the ass was very different than how he ever was, but I just chalked it up to his lack of action in months and the fact that he'd almost died. Sighing deeply satisfied beyond belief, I rolled over and spread my legs, letting the cool air of the room blow over my hot sex. While I cooled off, Jared left the room. I heard him seconds later rummaging around in the kitchen. I let my eyes close for a moment, enjoying the peace that had washed over me. After a minute I got up and scurried to the bathroom, trying to get there before everything decided to come out and create a mess. I turned on the shower, doing what could only be described as a pee dance, my legs closed to my knees, the muscles clenching tight and impatiently shifting from foot to foot as the water warmed. As soon as the water became remotely warm enough I threw the curtain aside enough for me to get in and then closed it behind me. I adjusted the warmth, my muscles relaxing even more as the warmth slipped down over my bare skin, sending goose bumps up my arms as a shiver of pleasure went through me. I stood there my head tilted slightly back and my eyes closed to avoid getting any water in them. By the time I turned to let my back warm up, I heard the heavy steps of Jared's feet enter the bedroom. The shower curtain was slid back a little seconds later. Jared stuck his head in and grinned at me. I smiled lazily back, the water easing the muscles of my neck. "You look happy. Mind if I join you?" "Not at all," I purred. Still being naked, Jared didn't have to bother with clothes so he stepped into the tub and shut the curtain. He stepped up to me, pressing his stomach against mine. His hands went to my hips and he gently slid his fingers onto my back and began caressing my heated flesh. Gentle circles and strokes all over my back had my muscles turned to liquid. Letting my head fall forward onto Jared's chest, I sighed contentedly, my arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close. He then turned me around so I was out of the water and one hand left my back. Before I could even ask him not to stop, he brought it back with the bar of soap and began massaging my muscles as he lathered my skin. The soap trailed down from my shoulder, making its way to my buttocks and back up. After a few strokes, he switched hands and did the same to the other side. When he was finished with my back he made a quick, hard grab at my ass cheek, making me laugh, before he started on my front. Instead of using the soap directly on my skin, he lathered it in his hands, set the soap aside, and began exploring my body as he cleaned me. Fingers ran over my throat and out over each shoulder, stopping to rub circles there as I groaned, enjoying the massage. They continued down over my breasts where he spent a majority of his time. There he had to lather his hands again and continue lifting, groping, and rubbing each breast. My back involuntarily arched into the palms of his hands while they worked the firm but malleable flesh there. The rough pads of his thumbs running over my nipples, making them harder than the cool air from the bathroom had done after I was no longer under the water. I gasped when I felt a sudden pinch and opened my eyes to look at him. He looked down at me, a sly grin on his lips. When he moved lower, over my stomach, I closed my eyes again and felt his fingers swirl over my skin, gradually sliding down to my navel and stopping just short of my mound. He lathered his hands up again and continued working on cleaning every inch of my stomach. I took this time to grab the bar of soap and stick my hands under the running water behind Jared. Lathering my own hands up, I set the soap down and began massaging his shoulders, feeling the muscles under my fingers give as I worked the knots from them. Jared stopped for a moment, leaning forward a little more and resting his head on my shoulder, groaning as I worked out a particularly nasty kink. "It's from sitting so long in that computer chair playing games," I said softly, feeling that my normal volume would break the sweet spell of the shower. Jared only groaned in reply as another knot gave way under my ministrations. I worked up from his shoulders, going over the hardened cords of his neck muscles and continuing up to the base of his skull where it met his spine. As my fingers worked into his hair I felt his hands drift down over my back and grab each of my ass cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze. I gave his hair a soft tug in response then pulled his head up so the water ran over it. As he allowed me to wet his hair, my fingers slowly working his scalp, Jared's thick fingers found their way downward to the apex of my legs, one hand cupping my sex while the other hand began working on the muscles of my hip. The hand covering my sex pushed against the lips, putting pressure on my clit just between the folds. He ground his palm there, making small, circular motions, causing my body to react and my juices to begin to flow. I did my best to continue working, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting a dollop in one palm, then scrubbing his hair, continuing my massage. But the more I tried to work, the harder Jared pushed and the faster his hand moved. By the time I had his hair lathered, Jared took his hand from my hip and grasped one of my breasts in it, squeezing it, then pinching the nipple hard. I bit my lip and began to rinse the shampoo from his hair. His eyes bored into me as he watched the changes in my expression and body while he worked on me. He could see my cheeks turning red, my chest rising faster as I began to pant. It was easy to tell I was succumbing to it all, but I continued to fight it, enjoying the play and getting to touch him. Then he stopped and as my body was coming down from the building tension I took a deep breath. That's when he plunged two fingers inside my pussy and began to work them hard and fast. I gasped and my knees went weak. Jared was a step ahead of me, pulling me to him, holding me tight against his chest as I squirmed and moaned, the water cascading over my face. I began to shake as an orgasm overtook me and as I screamed out, "Oh God! Jared!" my mind blanked and my entire body went lax in his grip. I heard him chuckle as he pulled his fingers from my dripping hole. He moved so the water running over my face was no longer blinding me then moved me so I could look at him. The fingers he'd used on me came to my lips and pushed their way into my mouth. I instantly began sucking on them, wrapping my tongue around one then the other, cleaning my cum from them, enjoying the taste of it and his skin mixed together. I hungrily grabbed at his hand and ravaged his fingers, moans escaping my throat as I felt my pussy begin to throb again. Jared took one of my hands and guided it towards his erect cock and helped me to wrap my fingers around it. I began pumping up and down on it faster and faster as I still worked on cleaning every last taste of myself from his fingers. I felt his eyes on me and looked up at him. He stared at me with such intensity it turned me on even more. I stood and turned so I could face him, pressing my body against his. With my hand on his dick, I guided it between my legs, the lips sliding open easily, enveloping his rock hard member. He stood completely still as I pumped his fingers in and out of my mouth and began to slid myself over his cock, letting it rub against my clit and hole, covering it in slick cum. Groans rumbled up from his chest as I worked. I began to feel him move with me, his cock sliding over me faster and faster, his breathing becoming labored. His free hand snaked up to my hair at the back of my head and grabbed it, savagely pulling me from his other hand and forcing me to turn around. Pushing my head down he moved me against the back wall of the shower, turning my face toward the curtain, my shoulders pressing into the wall. I placed my hands on either side of my head and braced myself as he roughly plunged his dick into my pussy. I screamed out and he stuffed his fingers back into my mouth, one hand still locked into my hair. My tits slapped against the wall with each of his thrusts and my muffled cries escaped around his fingers. He pounded me harder and harder, bringing tears to my eyes. This time there was no pleasure in it for me. It was all for him. He took what he wanted from me, ignoring how in pain I was and when he came with a loud groan, he let me go, allowing me to slid down into the tub while he stepped back and finished washing his hair. I tried not to cry out loud, just letting the tears roll down my cheeks, my face turned away from him. It didn't take long for him to finish washing and when he was done, he stepped out and began drying himself off, leaving the shower on for me to clean myself. I waited there in the tub for him to leave and when I heard him close the door I began to sob. ~*~ I thought that him wanting me again was a good thing. After the shower sex I put that from my mind and continued on as if he hadn't pretty much raped me. When we'd gone to bed that first night, I was woken up in the middle of the night by Jared wanting more. I allowed it, thinking, If I refuse, will he stop wanting me again? Luckily he wasn't so rough but there was still something different in his movements than what I remembered. Though I didn't say anything and continued to ignore what my gut was telling me. After only three days the feeling that something was drastically changed in my husband kept nagging me. Every time I turn around he's there wanting me to suck him off or ride him while he watches television. I can't take a shower without being accosted. Hell, I can't even walk in front of him without him reaching out and pulling me to him so he can grope under my shirt and down my pants. I was beginning to tire and on the fourth day I couldn't bare to have any more sex. While Jared was napping in bed I quietly left the house and drove over to Ashley's. I hadn't been able to talk to anyone since the accident. The costume party was on the weekend so on Monday I'd called work and told them I needed some time off to keep an eye on my husband. It was a relief to get out of the house by myself. Sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Ashley I heaved a sigh. That's when my friend began pouring the wine she'd brought into the living room. I nearly drained the glass before I set it back on the coffee table. "Well, I guess I'm in for some crazy news, huh?" Ashley asked as she refilled the glass. "You have no idea," I said and picked up the wine and took another long drink. "I think there's something wrong with Jared," I began after setting my drink back down. "Wrong? Is he feeling bad from the accident?" Ashley picked up her own glass then and sipped it delicately. "No. At least, it doesn't seem like it. He's much more active than he ever used to be. It's all I can do to get some peace. He's forever wanting to have sex." At that, Ashley laughed. "But I thought that's what you wanted?" "I did, but not like this." I leaned in close. "The amount of sex is fine, I guess, but the majority of it is...rough. Much rougher than he ever used to be. He's hurt me several times and doesn't seem in the least bit concerned. I could be crying for him to stop and he won't." I gauged the look on Ashley's face as it hit her how bad things were with Jared. Before answering she drained her glass. "Geeze, Lis, I'm really sorry. Could it just be him being a bit over exuberant about everything since he could have died?" "That's what I thought at first, but something else seems different about him. It's not just the sex. It's the way he talks to me, the way he walks, what he likes to watch on TV. And I haven't seen him playing a computer game since I left for the party Saturday." "Well now that's really odd. He's always on that stupid game." "I know! When I realized that, I started thinking about everything. He's starting to scare me. He's treating me like a slave. All he does is sit on the couch watching television or on the computer looking up porn and he demands things like bringing him drinks or fixing him dinner. He knows I don't cook very well. Before he used to make sure he was the one who did the cooking. I don't understand. And if I don't get to bringing him whatever he wants fast enough, he starts yelling." "Yelling? But he never yells." "Exactly. That's where it's starting to scare me. I'm afraid that he'll get violent one day." "Have you talked to him about it?" I gave Ashley a look as if she were crazy. "You honestly think I could talk to him about something like that when I think he might go over the deep end one day and hit me?" "Ah, yeah, true. Well, what else can you do?" "I'm not sure. But I've gotta figure it out quick. I can't take much more of this." ~*~ It was late when I walked in the door. I could hear the television in the living room and so made my way quietly to the bedroom. I was halfway down the hall when Jared's voice stopped me. "Where've you been?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice. I turned. Seeing him standing there in the hallway I smiled at him. "I just went over to Ashley's for a bit of girl time." "And you didn't think to ask me?" "I didn't know I needed permission," I said slowly. "I don't like it when you don't run things by me first," he replied. Trying not to fidget and show off how nervous I was, I just chuckled and said, "Sorry, next time I'll let you know before I go somewhere." He stood there for another moment, his eyes looking at me as if he were trying to read my mind. Somewhere in the back of my head I was afraid that, somehow, he could. After another moment he turned and went back into the living room, calling out behind him, "You need to fix dinner, I'm starving. And don't burn anything this time!" I took that moment to run to my room to collect myself before coming back out to make something to eat. Possession While in my room I ran to the bathroom and shut and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet I let myself cry out my fear at the changes in my husband. I would gladly go back to him ignoring me and playing his online games if it meant he wasn't this sex-crazed angry man. "How long are you going to take?" I heard him yell through the house. "I haven't eaten since before you left!" "I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled back and quickly cleaned up my face then changed into some baggy pajamas, hoping I could look unappealing to him. Later that night, I lay in bed wide awake. I hadn't made it without having to have sex with Jared, but luckily he fell asleep afterward and was out like a light. The clock on the nightstand next to my side told me it was well after one in the morning. Looking at Jared I carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed into the living room to the computer. Once it was on, I began searching for anything relating to changes in behavior after near death experiences. I found several links to people posting on forums asking for help with their loved ones who'd become complacent or deeply depressed. Others were expressing their happiness at how energetic and loving someone had become when, before, they'd been so-so. I did manage to find some who talked about the person becoming easily agitated and restless. Those were the ones I read all of. By three I hadn't found any useful information and was beginning to fall asleep at the keyboard. I figured I'd try one last link and then go to bed. I'd passed it over earlier because it was some ghost story site and I didn't believe in those kinds of things, not to mention ghosts were not my problem here. After clicking on the link, the site came up and I began to read. The more I read the more awake I became. This covered every kind of behavior change in a person who'd nearly died. Not only that but it talked of changes in personality as well as mannerisms, which most of the other sites had not. Then I read over one part and had to read it several more times to make sure I'd read it correctly. While some people who have near death experiences are the same in everything else but their outlook on life, there are those who seem to be missing pieces of their memory. Those who seem completely changed. You might not notice it at first because you're too happy that your loved one is alive and safe now, but it's not long before you begin to wonder what's going on with them. Sometimes a near death can unlock a part of them they never knew they had in them, but I have found that most of the time, these changes mean that your loved one is no longer with you. You see, there are earthbound spirits everywhere. Sometimes they forget to go, sometime they don't want to. Whatever the case may be for them, some have figured out that they can possess those who've recently died. It may only take a second of the heart stopping, but as long as the body's soul has vacated the premises the earthbound spirit may take over. This accounts for some memory loss and the other changes your loved one may be suffering from. Sometimes they're not too bad, all they want is another chance at life, but other times they possess people in order to fulfill some mischievous task that could very well harm those around them. If you've realized that your loved one may be possessed, don't panic. If you're lucky, you may get their soul back, but I won't say there haven't been times when the original soul has moved on. Sometimes it was just that person's time to go. I have visited several people who began to wonder if their loved one was possessed and when the original soul is still lingering, I have been able to send the earthbound spirit on, allowing the body's actual soul to come back. If you believe you are experiencing this and would like help, please contact me. I have had this happen to someone in my family and I know how scary it can be. I want to help. It was the closest thing I could find to my problem. I had nothing to lose if I contacted this person. Scrolling down the page I saw that the writer, a man, lived in the same state. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly copied his e-mail address and went to compose a message to him. I could only hope he'd get back to me soon. The next morning after more rough sex with Jared, he announced he was going out for a while. Inwardly I sighed with relief and hoped that he'd be gone for several hours. As he grabbed the car keys and opened the front door he stopped and turned to me. "I don't want you leaving this house, you hear?" he said, his face stern as he looked at me. I smiled weakly and nodded. He smiled then and quickly pulled me to him, crushing my lips against his. His tongue forced my lips open and he ravaged my mouth. As quickly as he had begun, he stopped and let me go. "I'm not trying to control you, hun, I just think you're too pretty to be going anywhere by yourself. You need me there to keep the losers away," he said with a wink and a chuckle then left the house. As soon as I had the door closed and locked behind him I ran to the living room and peeked out the window, watching him get in the car and drive off down the road. I then turned around and sat on the couch for several minutes to make sure he wouldn't suddenly turn around and come home because he forgot something. When I felt it was safe I jumped up and went to the computer, turning it on. I sat down in the chair, my right leg bouncing with impatience as the machine booted up. After everything was running I opened a web browser and checked my e-mail. Nothing in the inbox. I sighed. I had hoped the guy would get back to me soon. I went to close out of the window when I noticed I had something in my spam folder. Opening it up I found a reply from the ghost guy. My pulse raced as I read through the few lines he wrote. Mrs. Wright, I'm very glad you found my site and have contacted me. From what you mentioned it could be very possible your husband has become possessed. If he's as touchy as you say he is I would advise caution and I would like to make a visit as soon as possible. Are you available any time today? -Gary Farmer I quickly typed out a reply, letting him know that I was not busy at the moment but not sure how long my husband would be gone and sent it. Once that was done I decided I'd surf the net for a bit, hoping he would reply within minutes. It didn't take long at all to receive his answer. I am in your area right now. If you can make it to the little coffee shop on Main I would be happy to talk about this. For a moment I sat there debating on if I should go or not. What if Jared came back while I was out? I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought. Would it be worth it to get caught by Jared should I be gone when he got back? What if this set him off enough to hit me? Of course, if I didn't find out if possession could actually be real and what's happening to Jared, I could end up with an abusive husband for the rest of my life. That did it. What were a few hits compared to how many I could receive in the years to come should I not try and fix things? I sent a reply back saying I'd be there in ten minutes and briefly described myself then ran to get ready to leave. At the coffee shop I stood just inside the entrance, scanning the crowd. I had no idea what this man looked like. I should have taken a few minutes to go back to the site to see if he had a picture. Since I didn't I just had to wait and see if he realized who I was. There weren't very many people in the shop. It was the in-between time for coffee drinkers. Those that were there were spread out over the many tables or plush couches and chairs. I glanced at the little fireplace against the far wall and smiled, no one was sitting there. It would be nice to have a drink and let the liquid warmth and the heat from the fire take some of the edge off since it was an unusually chilly morning. Taking in the room one more time my eyes roved over those at the counter waiting to order or pick up their drink. One customer was just taking up two cups from the counter when he turned and caught my eye. Something passed in his eyes and I knew that must be him. Sure he enough he began walking over to me. He was tall. Had to be a few inches over six feet. His short-cropped hair was a dark, steely gray, making him look very distinguished. Sensitive, eyes- that looked dark from this far away- sat under rimless glasses that were perched on a straight nose that wasn't too small or too big at the end. Under that his lips could just barely pass for full. A stubborn-looking chin led to a strong jaw that was clean-shaven. What few wrinkles he had weren't deep and only showed that he must smile quite often. I took in the square of his shoulders under his black trench coat and the way the fabric of his sky blue button-down shirt fit snugly over a broad chest. His shirt was tucked into dark slacks at a narrow waist that led the eye down long legs ending in feet shod in shiny black shoes. The overall appearance was of a man who was comfortable in sensible, business-like clothing but you could easily see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He must've been at least ten years older than me, putting him in his mid-forties. I felt my heart begin to thud in my chest as he neared me. "Mrs. Wright?" he asked, his voice soothing with just the hint of a bass tone. "Y-yes," I stuttered as I realized he was now standing right in front of me. He smiled and my heart melted, the parenthesis on either side of his lips deepening as he showed off pearly white, almost perfect teeth. "Good, I was afraid I'd end up approaching the wrong woman." "Oh I don't think any woman would mind be approached by you," I suddenly blurted then realized what I said. He flashed me that smile yet again, his dark honey eyes twinkling in amusement. "Shall we sit?" He motioned to the fireplace and I turned and went to it. Once seated he handed me one of the drinks. "Of course I'm not sure what you liked so I asked them to go light on the flavoring. It's just a regular mocha." "Oh, thank you," I replied as I took the drink, my fingers just barely brushing his, causing a blush to creep into my cheeks. "So I won't keep you here long, you did mention that you might not have enough time. The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble with your husband." "Right. Well first you have to understand that I'm a bit skeptical about all this ghost stuff. I didn't even click the link to your site until I'd exhausted all others. It was a shock to see how much everything you described matched my husband to a T." "Of course, I understand. Most people are like you and that's not a bad thing. There's stuff out there that we are better off not knowing anything about. Ignorance is bliss, right?" He chuckled, making me smile. "So how do you suppose you'll know if he's actually possessed- if that's what's going on, that is." "Well I'd need to meet him somewhere in a situation that would allow me to shake his hand. I will know then." "You're psychic or something?" "Or something," he replied with a small smile then took a sip of his drink, which prompted me to drink my own. "I've been this way since an accident when I was a kid. I almost died myself. I was lucky that nothing tried to take over my own body, but the residue of death stayed with me and allowed me to sense things and sometimes see them." "Oh, I see." "So about meeting your husband. When do you think is a good time? I must insist that it be very, very soon." "Why?" "You see, while it's possible to put a soul back in its own body or pull an intruding one out, it can take time and a lot of effort. I'd normally need a few people to help me. Unfortunately all those I know are currently out of town for one thing or another. So in order for me to do this I have to use Halloween to get this done. Now spirits are stronger that day, but so is pretty much everything else and a human body was really only made for the soul it was born with. It'll want to get rid of this wandering ghost. If I can't get this done on Halloween night, then it could be up to a year before anything is done about it." "A whole year?" I gulped. I couldn't stand a whole year with whoever this man was that was my husband. "My friends are wanted elsewhere most of the time, as am I usually. I must say, Mrs. Wright, you are one lucky woman. I've had an uncanny break in calls for my services so I've been happy to be home for a while." "I suppose something needs to go right at the moment," I murmured and took another sip of my coffee. "So, meeting?" "Right! Well you could always come by the house pretending to be some salesman or something. Maybe a new neighbor? I don't know." "A new neighbor might work. That way if he happens to see me around the neighborhood he won't get suspicious. I'll have to keep an eye on you if it turns out he's actually possessed. Ghosts sometimes just know things, even when hindered in most ways by a physical form. If the spirit realizes what's going on, he could try to harm you." My eyes grew big at the thought. "Goodness, has that ever happened before?" "Several times. If they're showing signs of aggression to begin with then that and the fact that they've snatched a body, means they'll do anything to not leave. I want to keep him in the dark for as long as possible. I have to keep my clients safe." "Okay so new neighbor it is, then." I rummaged through my purse and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. "Here is my address," I said as I wrote it on the paper. "It's best to come by during mid-afternoon, just before dinner. He'll get angry if someone comes calling once the sun has set." I handed him the slip of paper and stuck the pen back in my pocket. Taking it, the man looked at the address then tucked it in a pocket of his coat, pulling out a small notepad and pen when he took his hand out. "Here's my cell number. You can reach me on it day or night." "Thank you so much for doing this, Mr. Farmer," I said as I took the phone number and slipped it into my purse. "Call me Gary," he replied and I looked up to see him giving me that model smile, thankful that I was sitting down. "All right, Gary, " I said and stood. "I should be going now. If you care to stop by this afternoon that would be good." "Perfect. I'll see you then. Have a good morning, Mrs. Wright." "Lis," I said with my own smile and was given a nod in return before I walked from the shop. That afternoon I was in the kitchen going through cookbooks, trying to think of something to make for dinner. I looked up at the clock and saw I had two hours until Jared expected something on a plate in front of him. Gary should be arriving soon. My heart beat hard against my chest. I could find out what exactly was going on with my husband and I only hoped that the spirit inside of him didn't catch on- if he was actually possessed. Shutting the book I had been looking at with no sign of inspiration in sight, I went to the fridge and opened it, staring at the meager contents. I hadn't been to the store in a few days and with my poor cooking skills there were no leftovers as Jared made me dump what he didn't eat. I sighed. I really didn't feel like cooking. I was too nervous to do anything but sit and stare at the clock, waiting. "Jared, honey," I called from the kitchen. "Yeah?" he yelled back from the living room. "Would you mind if I ordered us a pizza or some Chinese food tonight?" "Why?" I walked around into the living room and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my stomach. "Well I haven't been able to get to the store to restock the kitchen so there's really not much of anything to make a meal out of. Not to mention I think you deserve a break from my awful cooking." I forced myself to smile at the dig at myself. "I guess it's fine. Get two pizzas, meatlovers, and an order of breadsticks and some soda." "What kind of soda?" "Dammit woman, I'm trying to watch T.V! You should know what I like anyway. Just go order it and stop asking so many questions!" I flinched when he yelled at me and turned to grab the phone in the kitchen and order the food. Just as I picked up the phone, the doorbell rang. "Who the hell is coming over at this time? Lis! Get the door and tell whoever it is to go away!" I hurried to the door before the bell rang again. Opening it I found Gary standing there. He smiled and I gripped the side of the door to keep myself from falling on legs that had suddenly turned to jelly. "Hi there," he said brightly. "My name is Gary, I just moved into the neighborhood and I realized I lost my cell phone and I haven't had the chance to set up the phone at my house. Is it possible I could use yours?" "Uh, yeah, sure," I said and stepped aside. "Come in and I'll get the phone for you." On my way to the kitchen, I noticed Jared had muted the television and was now standing up and making his way to the front door. In the kitchen I picked up the phone and waited for a moment, my breath held as I heard Gary begin to speak to Jared. "Sorry to bother you, sir. My name's Gary. I just asked your wife if I could borrow your phone for just a moment. I promise it won't take long." "Jared," my husband said gruffly. "There are plenty of other houses in this neighborhood you know. Couldn't you have gone to one of them and bothered the people there?" I took that moment to step from the kitchen and found them just letting go of each other's hand. "I just came to the first house that looked occupied, sir. I'm terribly sorry if I'm inconveniencing you in any way." "Here's the phone," I said quickly before Jared had a chance to respond. When I handed Gary the phone, the look in his eyes told me everything. There was someone else inside my husband's body. A chill went through my spine and my stomach began to roll, the urge to vomit increasing with each second. Some strange...thing had been having its way with me for the past five days. Gary dialed a number quickly and spoke to whoever answered on the other end for a moment and then hung up, handing the phone back to me. Jared grabbed it from Gary's hand before I could even begin to reach for it. "Thanks for letting me use your phone. You folks have a nice night." With that he left the house and I shut and locked the door behind him. "Next time don't go letting just anyone into the house, you hear me?" Jared said, his voice deadly. I nodded quickly in response and he shoved the phone into my hand. "Order the pizza," he muttered and went back to the couch and the television. Again, the next day, Jared went out for several hours. I took the time alone to call Gary and have him come over to explain everything. While I waited I cleaned the house, trying to rid myself of the nervous energy that was building. I jumped when the doorbell rang and threw down the sponge and ran to the door. As I opened it, Gary took in my bright yellow gloves and flushed faced, quirking an eyebrow. "Nervous?" "Beyond," I answered and let him inside as I pulled the gloves off. I stuck my head out of the house briefly and glanced around, hoping no one saw and that Jared wasn't anywhere nearby. Coming back in I shut the door and led the way into the living room where I motioned for Gary to sit. "Well?" I asked as before his gorgeous ass made contact with the couch cushion. My own small, but well-rounded, one was on the edge of the couch as I was too wound up to relax and sit back. "That's definitely not your husband," he began with a heavy sigh. "But I assume you realized that last night. You were pretty pale when I left." "Yeah, your look said it all. It's just...sickening. I've only had sex with one other guy besides Jared and that was before I ever met him. The thought of someone I don't know touching me like that and then..." I trailed off at the thought of all the rough sex and shuddered. Possession Gary cleared his throat, bringing me back from my thoughts. When I looked at him I could have sworn there was a tinge of red to his lightly tanned cheeks. "Yes, well unfortunately you will most likely have endure more of that until tomorrow. If I could I would help with that." "Thanks," I said, looking down at my hands that were perched on my knees. His hand came into my vision and covered my hands. Warmth spread quickly throughout my body and I could feel a throbbing between my legs as my hands began to tingle under his touch. I looked up into his eyes that were much closer as he'd leaned in while I wasn't looking. I could feel my cheeks flush and Gary snatched his hand away as if he'd been burned. With a small cough he said, "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon. I think the spirit is wearing down with all the energy it has put into, uh, well, you know and then your husband's body is fighting it." "Do you think Jared is still around?" I asked suddenly. Gary sat there for a moment, turning his head as he looked around what he could see of the house. "May I take look around?" he asked. "Sure, by all means," I replied and stood. I followed him around the house, wringing my hands. Our last stop was my bedroom. I let him in and followed him to the center of the room where he peered around, still completely silent. Finally he turned to me. My hands were clasped in front of my chest and I looked up at him hopefully. I noticed his Adam's apple bob before he spoke. "I don't think he is. I don't feel anything at all except for some residue left over from the spirit that's inhabiting your husband's body. It's pretty strong. I'm guessing this thing has been hanging around you for quite a while." "A while? Like, how long exactly?" He looked around again and then said, "Maybe a few years?" "Years?" I squeaked out. "Tell me, were there any problems between you and your husband before his accident?" "Yes," I said slowly, "why? "They might have been caused by the ghost. They feed off human energy and after long term exposure can cause illness, mood swings, and depression, just to name a few." "Jared had been slowly losing interest in me for some time," I began to explain. "The romance died, the sex disappeared. Finally he would barely even talk to me. I tried everything I could think of to get him to respond to me, but nothing worked." "It was most likely the spirit. From the way you said he treats you it sounds like he may be a bit territorial of you. He probably took a liking to you while you and your husband were out somewhere and followed you home. Since then he was probably targeting Jared and pushing him away." Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to me. "You don't think the ghost had anything to do with Jared's accident do you?" I held my breath as I waited for Gary's answer. He sighed. "It very well may have. What did you say happened to him exactly?" "Electrocution is what he told me." "Yeah, could have been the ghost. They can mess with electrical systems." "And you don't think Jared is around anymore?" I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry but no. I'm guessing your husband may have been too weak to really want to stay since the ghost may have been going at him for quite some time." I began to cry then. What would I do now? What would be the point in forcing the ghosts from Jared's body if there was no Jared to fill it afterward? Could I escape this ghost and get a divorce? Would he let me go quietly? Suddenly I was wrapped up in a pair of warm, strong arms. I buried my face in Gary's chest and continued to cry and he hugged my tighter to him. I felt his cheek against the top of my head. "I'm really sorry," he said quietly, his voice resonating in his chest. He held me until the sobs subsided and I pulled away. Before I looked at him I wiped the tears from my cheeks. He proffered a handkerchief and I gladly took it and cleaned up the mascara that I knew must be under my eyes now. With a sniffle I handed it back to him and he tucked it into his pants pocket. "Sorry," I said thickly. "It's all right." I looked up at him and my breath caught in my chest. He had his hands on my shoulders and his face was mere inches from mine. I saw something in his eyes that set my heart to racing. The look was gone in a flash and he dropped his hands and took a step back. I took a deep breath, my whole body shaking. "Let's go back to the living room, shall we?" he said and let me lead the way. Sitting on the couch, Gary cleared his throat and looked at me. "We can still force the spirit from your husband's body tomorrow, if you want. I know some people feel that allowing such an aggressive spirit stay in our world in a loved one's body is a perversion and disrespectful to the loved one's memory. It might also be easier for you if we did that. The spirit desperately wants to keep you to himself. I don't see him allowing you to leave, at least, not without a horrible fight." "I was afraid of that." I looked at Gary for a long moment. "Do you think removing the spirit is a good idea?" "In my honest opinion?" "Yes." "I do. I didn't feel anything good from it when we shook hands." "And you're sure you can do this on your own tomorrow? Have you had to do it like that before?" "I'm sure and yes, I have." He reached over and took one of my hands in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I know you're scared. It's all right to be. But you're in good hands with me. I've been doing this for many years. This spirit isn't even the strongest one I've encountered when by myself. If you want to go through with this, I will get everything ready." My whole body trembled at the thought of anything wrong happening, but I was oddly comforted by Gary's hand on mine. With a small, shaky smile, I nodded. "Okay. We'll get rid of the ghost. When do we do this?" "Tonight around midnight of course," he said with a grin, making me smile as well at the cliché. "I'm not sure how we can do that, though. I mean how do you explain you're being here at that time?" Taking his hand from mine, leaving me feeling suddenly cold, he reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. "Before he goes to bed, get him to drink something that you've put three drops of this in. He won't taste this and it'll knock him out cold for a while. You'll have to time it right because it only lasts about two hours. We can't do anything until he's completely out or else he'll still be pretty strong and put up a bit of a fight. Do it too early and he'll be awake before everything is complete." He put the bottle in my hand and curled my fingers over it. Still holding my fingers over the bottle he said, "Send me a text as soon as he's finished everything in the glass. And let me know if the drink has alcohol in it, that will make the stuff work faster." I nodded understanding. "He'll probably have a few beers before bed." "Okay. If that's the case, make sure he doesn't drink too many before you give him the beer with the drops. The more alcohol in his system, the faster it'll work, not to mention the faster it'll wear off. Don't give it to him with the first beer." Outside a car door slammed. I looked at Gary, wide-eyed in panic. We both stood. "What do I do?" I hissed. "I'll go out the back. My car is parked on another street. Don't worry, I won't get caught." Hurriedly I let him out the back door and just as I shut it, the front door opened. Jared walked in and looked at the doorknob then at me. "Why wasn't this locked?" he asked as he shut it and locked it himself. "Oh, sorry, I had gone outside to check the mail, I guess I forgot to lock it back." His eyes narrowed at me and he pointed to the back door. "What were you just doing?" "I, uh, thought I heard some kids in the back yard. I opened the door to check and to tell them to go home." He walked over to me and placed a hand on the wall next to my head, leaning his face in close, his eyes searching mine. I tried to keep my breathing normal so he wouldn't notice how nervous I was. Suddenly he pulled me to him kissing me roughly then pushed me away and headed to the bedroom. I swiped the back of one hand over my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up. By ten-o-clock Jared was into his fourth beer. He'd started early that night since it was Friday. I was afraid he'd drank too much, but just had to hope that one or two more wouldn't hurt before I gave him the one with the drops. I stood in the kitchen, the bottle in my hand. It was hard to calculate when I should give it to him. Gary had said it would work quicker with alcohol in the system and wear off faster. I couldn't give Jared anything now or else he'd be waking up around midnight, at the latest. I figured I had to wait an hour. I just hoped he didn't drink his fourth one too fast. While waiting, I busied myself with laundry and cleaning the kitchen, my eyes constantly going to the nearest clock. When eleven-o-clock finally arrived I made my way to the kitchen with a basket of clean clothes and set them on the counter. "Hun, do you want another beer?" I asked as I stood in front of the fridge with the door open. "Yeah," he answered. I quickly took another beer from the refrigerator and set it on the counter. After popping the lid off with the opener I grabbed the bottle from my pocket and unscrewed the lid. I pulled the dropper out and held it over the mouth of the beer, my hand shaking horribly. Gary said three drops. I'd put in two when a hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around, my other hand flying out and knocking the beer over. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled, his face nose to nose with mine. His complexion was ruddy and his breath reeked of the past beers. I coughed, my eyes watering at the stench. "You're hurting me," I cried, trying to pull my wrist from his grasp. This only made him squeeze harder, causing me to cry out and let go of the dropper. He flung me aside, my ribs making contact with another counter. Bending down he picked up the dropper and sniffed it. Turning to me, his eyes wild, he shook the dropper at me. "What is this?" he growled. When I didn't answer right away, he shoved the dropper into my face and shouted, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? ARE YOU TRYING TO DRUG ME?" I tried to answer him but my voice came out in no more than a squeak. Before I knew it, a searing pain exploded on my right cheek and I was knocked to the floor as a scream escaped my lips. A hand twined into my hair and jerked my head up so I looked him in the eyes. "I give you everything you could ever need and treat you right and this is how you repay me?" he said, his voice a deadly whisper. "What is it? Is there another man? You trying to kill me? How much of that stuff have you put in my beers tonight?" "I-I haven't put any in the other beers," I said as I started to cry. He glared at me. "I think you're lying. I'll bet you put something in every one of the beers I've had tonight. Luckily I have a strong constitution and don't go down easily." With a grunt he pulled me to my feet by my hair, causing me to scream out again as I gripped the hand in my hair with both hands. "I've been sweet to you all along and I put up with the crying after sex, but tonight I'm not going to be so nice. In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy making you cry." He dragged me to the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. Before I could do anything he was on me, ripping my clothes from my trembling body. I flailed against him, trying to scratch or kick him to make him stop. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, then held my legs down with his knees. I still struggled but it was no use. He grabbed my face with one hand, his other keeping a tight grip on my hands, and forced me to keep my head still as he descended on my mouth, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go. I cried out around it but barely any sound came out. When he'd had enough of that, he let go of my face and took a breast into his hand and squeezed it savagely then pinched my nipple and tugged on it, making me cry out, tears spilling from my eyes as I begged him to stop. Then his mouth clamped down on the nipple and he sucked hard. It felt as though he was going to pull my backbone through it. Then he bit down nastily and I screamed. "Please stop!" I yelled between sobs. "I wasn't trying to hurt you, I swear!" "You'll say anything to get me to stop. You're just lying some more," he growled out as he moved to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth, putting my breast in a vice-like grip. After he was finished with my breasts he fumbled at his belt then his pants, undoing them and shoving them down his hips with one hand. I began to struggle as hard as I could, knowing the pain that would come. He took his belt and tied it tightly around my wrists and then picked me up and turned me over, pulling my ass up off the bed. I felt him moving around behind me and I tried to get away but he only shoved my head into a pillow, making it hard for me to breathe. Then I felt something touch not my pussy but my ass hole. I started screaming and trying to push myself away, but he held me too tightly. The next thing I know he shoved himself inside my ass. I screamed bloody murder then and each time his dry cock pumped in and out of my ass. With the pain and the lack of air my vision began to go black until I lost consciousness. ~*~ When I awoke, it was deathly quiet. My wrists were sore and chafed; my chest ached and stung where the sheet rubbed against the nipples. The pain in my ass was beyond description and it throbbed with each beat of my heart, sending shooting pains through my body each time. I grimaced as I sat up, biting back a cry from the pressure the bed placed on my butt. Looking around I saw Jared lying on the floor unconscious, his face covered in cuts and bruises. On the wall just beyond him was a giant circle with symbols scrawled on the inside and some around the outside. A dark stain, like smoke burns, covered a wide line vertically down the middle. The spot eerily resembled a human. "How are you feeling?" I jumped at the voice and whipped my head around to see Gary sitting in a chair next to the far side of the bed. "I hurt," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. Gary stood and went to the bathroom sink and filled a small cup with water, handing it to me when he made it back to the bed. As I drank he sat down next to me, his eyes worried. When I was finished he took the cup but didn't get up. "Better?" "I think so," I said, trying out my voice again. This time is was clearer. "Could I get some aspirin?" "Of course," he said and quickly jumped up. "Is there some in the medicine cabinet?" "Yes." He refilled the cup and brought me the aspirin and waited for me to swallow the pills and drink before asking, "What happened?" I sighed, a movement that caused my nipples to press into the sheet I held over my breasts and I winced. "He caught me putting the drops in his beer," I explained. "Obviously it made him mad and he hit me then dragged me in here by my hair where he began to rape me." My voice was quiet as I related everything to Gary. "When did you get here?" "You were unconscious by the time I arrived. I told you I'd be nearby in case anything happened. I heard you scream and came running. When I got here I found your husband...uh, well I suppose you know what I found him doing to you." I hung my head, utterly ashamed. Gary's fingers fit under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. "I cannot even begin to apologize for everything that happened to you tonight," he said softly. "This never should have happened." "You didn't know. I didn't know," I said with a shrug. For a long moment we stared at each other and then Gary leaned in, hesitating just before my lips. When I didn't pull away he placed a gentle kiss on them, bringing tears to my eyes. "I felt a connection with you the moment I opened your e-mail. I can't explain it. It tears me up inside that I wasn't here soon enough to stop that spirit from doing this to you." He kissed me again, this time deeper and I responded to him. When he pulled back, he released my chin and lightly brushed his fingers over my right cheek. "Is there a bruise there?" I asked and he nodded. "You have several bruises, but I won't go into where they are, I'm sure you already know." Out of the corner of my eye, Jared's body caught my attention. I looked over at it and Gary did as well. "Is he dead?" "Yeah. I knocked him out after a few blows and performed the ritual to expel the spirit. You won't be bothered by it again." "Is- is that what the dark stain on the wall is?" I asked and pointed at the thing. Gary looked and nodded. "Yeah, that's what the spirit left behind. The meaner they are, the blacker the stain." "So it's all over. Jared's completely gone now." I was sad to lose someone I had loved for so long but a calm came over me knowing I'd no longer be dealing with the ghost. While I would mourn the loss of my husband for a while, I was safe and I knew Jared was in a better place where the ghost wasn't bothering him at all anymore either. "What do we do about the body?" "I was thinking about that but I'm not sure." "We have to get rid of it," I said suddenly and Gary looked at me, surprise evident in his face. "While you did save my life, I doubt the police would let you off completely since they'll think you beating him is what killed him. I don't want you to go to jail." He grinned. "What did you have in mind?" ~*~ The fire blazed several feet into the air. The smell of cooking meat wafted by me and I turned to the patio where Gary stood by a grill flipping some hamburgers and turning the hot dogs. Ashley stood beside me and nudged me when she caught me looking at Gary. "What?" I asked with a laugh as I turned back to the bonfire. "I know you've had a rough couple a days and last night especially but aren't you going a little fast to this new guy after sending Jared packing?" she asked. "Maybe," I replied and took a sip of my spiked cider. "But don't I deserve to have some fun? After half a year with no sex and no real physical contact, then this past week with Jared, I think I've earned this. Besides, how can you say no to someone so hot who comes to rescue you?" Ashley and I both looked back at Gary with girlish giggles, enjoying the sight of his muscled forearms with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "He might be a bit older but he's gorgeous!" my friend squealed. "That he is." After the impromptu Halloween party had ended Gary and I cleaned up the trash and the food, constantly stealing looks at each other. When it seemed we had looked at each other for the millionth time, we each threw down our garbage bag and ran inside. We made it only so far as the doorway to the bedroom before we had each other's clothes off and our hands all over the other's body as we fell to the floor. Gary was careful not to hurt me where I was bruised. He gently licked and sucked on my nipples, making me sigh in contentment. Moving up he kissed me tenderly. I slid my fingers into his soft hair and pulled him into the kiss, opening my mouth to him. With our lips locked together, he reached a hand down and slipped a finger between the folds of my sex, running it over my clit, making me moan into his mouth and my hips buck up into his hand. He played there, circling the little nub, my body shaking in the first orgasm. Then he dipped two fingers into my pussy and began working them around inside. I moved my hips in time with him and moaned loudly when he pulled his lips from mine and moved down to my neck. Possession After two more orgasms I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please," I begged breathlessly. "Hm?" he asked as if he didn't understand, his voice vibrating against my neck, making me gasp. "Please, I want your dick. Now!" I groaned. He pulled away from my neck, levering himself up on one hand, the other guiding his cock to my hole. For a moment he stroked it against my clit and I grabbed at the carpet, singing my pleasure. Then he pushed his member into me and I cried out happily, my legs wrapping around his hips as he began to thrust. With each inward pump, I felt the climax coil tighter in my stomach, waiting for release. He pushed my knees up to my chest and began to thrust faster. My moaning grew louder and more frantic. Then I felt his thumb begin rubbing my clit and he thrust into me even faster. As I began to cum, I heard him groan and felt his cock pulse deep inside me, rocketing my orgasm higher and I screamed out his name. Later, we sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around our naked bodies as we watched a movie and snacked on a bowl of popcorn. Though I could feel all the aches and pains in my body from the spirit's raping of me, the satisfied feeling that filled my entire body dulled it all. This is what I had wanted. Though I had wanted it with Jared, I was just as happy with Gary after everything I'd been through in the past week. Everything was different but it was wonderful. Possession The hours were passing by as fast as molasses. James sat there listening to some underling drone on and on about the approaching conference. "So, if all goes well I'll be checking out that vista from that vacant 14th floor office, huh, Mr. Jeffers?" Edward stared into James' expressionless ocean-like eyes. James Jeffers was a masterpiece. A tall handsome devil he was, of light brown hair, angled facial features and perfectly tanned skin. But what sent all the women losing their minds over him were the palest blue eyes anyone's ever seen. And a year ago, James was going through the lot of women with his looks as bait. But he was a catch-and-release kind of guy. At 34 years of age he had been through quite a share of bed warmers. His inability to settle down was seen as a flaw to most of his friends who had already gotten married and were having children. It wasn't his only one either. Another of his flaws: a lack of patience. "Hmm? Yeah, that sounds do-able. Ed, maybe, we should pick up the rest of this discussion tomorrow. After, we've worked out the Collins' case," James quickly said afraid that he may have been caught daydreaming. "Sure thing." As Edward walked out his paced slowed when he saw Elsa aiming for James' office. Elsa Sawyer was sex in a dress. She had such a confidence --an arrogance- about her she that left both men and women panting at her heel. Her Nordic features leant her an angelic countenance. Yet her curvaceous and petite frame was made for nothing but sinful acts. Most men would dream to possess her while James only had nightmares. "Edward, close the door behind you," Elsa snickered as she sashayed past the panting hound, "Jimmy, how goes it? "I heard through the office grapevine you've been trying your luck with blind dating. Meet any special miss?" Oh, Elsa. She always knew just what to say to drive him insane. It was not too long ago when she had been that "special miss." He thought he had found a woman he could be with. He thought she had felt the same. She had let him pursue her knowing where it would lead to only to reject him when he asked her to be his girlfriend. As if it weren't embarrassing enough to make such a proposal like a zit-popping teenager. The look of utter satisfaction had driven him nuts as if she had dreamed of the moment. She had muttered something about not being compatible and how she didn't see the relationship progressing. "Nope. Was there something work-related that you've come to discuss?" "Jimmy, why are you being so short with me? Whatever, that's beside the point. Here's the Monroe file, bossman." Elsa loved that control she had over James. She loved watching how uncomfortable she made him. How he'd walk out of a room when he saw her flirting with coworkers. How his face would become beat red when she'd mention his love life. But she particularly loved watching how he'd squirm from having a pitched tent in his pants when she'd expose just a little more leg than what would be deemed appropriate. The best part was that they both knew she couldn't get fired. He needed her. Her connections, her business savvy, her cutthroat attitude. She'd be a great liability if he lost her to a competitor. She loved being the little lady who turned the big bad James Jeffers into a tamed kitty cat. "Yes," James inquired in an irritated tone? Her bemused expression inflamed him. "Nothing, dear. I've got to run. I've got plans tonight." She let his mind carry that statement. "Do me a favor and don't waste this weekend sulking while the rest us enjoy ourselves. Y'know, sometimes I stay up all night worrying about you." She kissed his cheek as she left him wondering the real reason she'd be up all night. When the door shut from her departure James let his head hit his desk rather hard. He didn't know how much more of this he could handle. He'd always been a hotheaded playboy. He and his therapist had developed a very close relationship while trying to control his aggressive temper and disdain toward women. But every time Elsa was around he risked regression. The worst part about the whole ordeal was everyone presuming she'd gotten the best of him. Of course, she turned him on and he had loved their sexual escapades. But his real reasoning for wanting to be with her had been because she seemed so self-sufficient, independent and self-assured. He thought 'Here's a woman that won't call me at all hours of the night and get snot on my shoulder while she pours out emotions that I'd care not to experience with her. And she certainly won't play any games.' But she was still just another woman and for believing she was otherwise, he was a fool. But, not any more. He sat there pondering what had happened to his enviable lifestyle and how to get it back, along with some of his dignity. Unbeknownst to him, the answer came lightly rapping at his door. "Come in." "Hi. Mr. Jeffers? I'm Danielle, the temp filling in for Annette Stuarts." James sat there completely stunned by the young beauty before him. She had a complexion that reminded him of maple syrup and large, expressive eyes, the darkest shade of brown. Her lips had a natural pout, which was exaggerated by her unease and scrunched up button nose. A thick and unruly mane of layered mid-back-length hair framed her delicate face. "Oh. You seem confused. You're a busy man. Yeah, you probably wouldn't even know who she is," she blubbered on in a manner that seemed like she was speaking to herself. "Annette --NO! Mrs. Stuarts- is Mr. Randall's secretary. Uh, Mr. Randall from the down and across the hall. Well, yeah... she's had a baby! She's taking leave and needed a replacement." She was a ball of nerves, this one. Although he knew whom she was speaking of, and was actually quite fond of Annette, he let her continue. "I'm that replacement. Danielle. Me. Danielle Gregory. I'll be here for the summer. All summer. Hmm? Mr. Randall's asked me to get something from you and for the life of me I cannot remember. Ugh, sir?" At this point he couldn't contain his devilish smile. She was the perfect candidate for his reintroduction into his careless bachelorhood. Too feeble-minded to resist his charm, that is if his looks alone weren't enough. "I believe it was the quarterly report. It's right here," he said pointing at a corner of his desk. She walked over to grab it. "Oh, thank you. It would've been so embarrassing to go back and ask what my task had been," she laughed a humorless laugh. She flashed him a shy smile and turned towards the door. It was then that he was able to admire the delicate curve of her back that led on to her shapely ass. It was gorgeous. Not large but incredibly pert like it was begging to be spanked. Below that was a pair of long slim thighs that he envisioned pressed against her breasts as her legs hung over his shoulders and her pussy took the hard pounding of his cock. As she sauntered back toward the hall, James called out to her. She inhaled deeply realizing the awkward moment had yet to pass and slowly turned around. "Yes?" "Come back in." "Have I forgotten something?" "Actually, you have. My number." Elementary, he thought. Unfortunately for him, she thought the same. Her awkward temperament melted away and was replaced with a rather stern look. "Although I am a temp I would like to keep my relationships here professional." And with that she quickly stomped out. James, however, kept that same smirk on his face. Just then he realized how much he had missed the chase. ~ As 5 'o'clock neared James became very irritable. He thought the clock in his office was broken because time seemed to have literally frozen. He was very eager to get out of work this evening and begin his quest for Danielle. He was able to gently pry some information from his assistant about what some of the younger workers of the company like to do on Friday nights and he nonchalantly asked about the new girl. "Oh, she's pretty nice, eh? Spending the summer home after having been in California the past year," Jordan told. "California," asked James? "Yeah, she goes to school out there." "She's still in school? How old is she?" "Just turned 20." Old enough for his purposes, he mused. "Alright. Well, you could take off now, Jordan." "Thanks, Mr. Jeffers!" James quickly got his things sorted out and went home to get ready. Tonight he'd be visiting a sappy poetry club. A club where he expected Danielle would be. He showered and did some light grooming. He drove to the club and quickly eyed the group but before he allowed himself to be seen he had to make sure his reason for coming was there. She was. But James soon became very enrage because there was Jordan... right next to her. They were secluded from the rest of their gang. He was whispering in her ear, making her giggle. She lightly hit his chest. She was flirting with him. THAT WHORE! This was her first week on the job and she had already sunk her claws into that cretin. A couple hours ago she was blowing some smoke about professionalism and here she was flirting with his secretary. He stomped over there without thinking through what he was going to do. "Jordan!" Jordan and Danielle quickly straightened up but they were still playfully holding onto each other. Danielle rolled her eyes when she saw to whom the authoritative voice belonged to. "Oh, hey, Jeffers! Come to play with the kiddies," joked Jordan. James was never one to lie or feel ashamed of his age but at that very moment he was furious that Jordan made him seem like some old buffoon in front of Danielle. He wondered if she saw him as some geezer. "I thought you were supposed to have those Collins printouts on my desk before you left, Jordan." He decided to ignore Danielle for the time being. "I'd planned to do them next week." "Well, I need them tomorrow morning. So if you value your job you'll get to it." Jordan, in utter confusion and annoyance detangled himself from Danielle, and made his way to the parking lot and back to work. Danielle's irritation was obvious as she scoffed and made her way to the bar. James followed her. "Shirley Temple, please," she shouted to the bartender in the overcrowded club. James sniggered as he remembered that she's too young to drink. Her drink came and James paid the bartender. "I can pay for my own drinks, sir," the 'sir' she added as an afterthought to combat her insubordinate tone. "You'll call me James. And I'm sure you can, Danny." "It's Danielle, sir." He preferred Danielle but wanted to provoke a reaction. He just stared into her eyes and she just oozed of aggression and sex appeal. She had changed from her conservative work clothes and into an outfit that ensured she was aware of her best features despite its modesty. She had on a loose fitting v-neck t-shirt that showed the lovely swell of her breasts and khaki shorts that lengthened her brown legs to a point were he could envision them doing nothing but trapping his body into hers. And on her feet were thong sandals. She'd been in California too long. "Come outside with me," James commanded. "I'm fine here," she retorted as she took a sip of her Shirley Temple. James grabbed her upper arm in a gentle yet firm grip. He was losing his patience with her. He thought he could play this cat-and-mouse game with her but after seeing her interact with Jordan like a girl in desperate need of dick he decided he'd give it to her before she got a chance to get it elsewhere. He refused to have Jordan's sloppy seconds. "Outside -- NOW!" Danielle, a bit frightened and a bit curious, got up to be led outside by James. He dragged her to a rather private part of the parking lot. Now she began to question her wisdom in not telling anyone. She barely knew this angry man before her. "What is i--" was all she was able to say before James' mouth came crashing down into hers? James eager to deepen the kiss before Danielle got her wits about her lifted her 5' 4" body up to meet his 6' 2" one and pressed her against the brick wall. He used one of his hands to smack her thigh in an effort to get her to wrap her legs around him. She complied. He had been ravishing her mouth with fevered kisses and was now trying to increase the passion while she seemed perfectly content with how things were carrying on. He snaked his hand into her thick and bountiful curls and gently yanked until she opened her mouth in protest. And he seized the opportunity. He was shocked by how enthralled he was to be in her mouth. It was so smooth and ambrosial. She tasted like sweet exotic fruit. He was becoming delirious and wanted more. He broke away from her mouth and heard a slight whimper. "Let's go to my apartment," he proposed as he nibbled on her earlobe. And at that moment the hellcat was back. She began to flail her legs indicating for him to put her down. Instead, he stepped in closer crushing her against the wall and she became all too aware of his hard body. "Let go of me, you animal," she sneered. He bit her neck. Her whimpers soon turned to moans. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look into his eyes. "I'm not asking any questions or seeking your approval. Tonight you will not deny me anything," he informed her. He didn't know what came over him but he needed her and he would accept nothing but her and all of her. "I --," she began and he quickly silenced her with a brutal kiss commanding her submission. He bit her lip before retreating. He watched her suck her lip into her mouth to soothe the ache. She looked at him with such uncertainty and wanting. She was curious and he would make sure that by the end of the night she'd know all she needed to. He quickly led her to his car. When she saw his convertible she had second thoughts and worried about falling into the trappings of a rich white man. These are the men they warn little black girls, like her, about. He saw the look of apprehension on her face. "Get in," he barked. His tolerance was low. Her already large eyes bulged. He stalked over to her and opened the passenger side door. "Tonight, you are mine, Danielle," he whispered gruffly into her ear. "Don't think about anything but being mine." She got in. He made his way over to the driver's side. As he pulled into the street, Danielle's phone began buzzing within her purse. She pulled it out and read the text. As she was about to respond James snatched it away from her. It was from Jordon. The text read: Possession He moved down to her left breast and sucked on it intensely as he tugged and pinched her right one. Danielle squirmed. She felt so frustrated. She had no idea how she felt. Did she want more? Did she want him to stop? Why did it hurt yet feel so good? Understanding how she felt made him smiled at into her right breast. He even deepened the feeling as he held her nipple between his teeth and flicked at it with his hot tongue. She groaned aloud. James sat up and looked at her naked form. As he sat between her legs he looked down at what would be home to his cock for the next couple of hours. She had a light tuft of curls protecting her womanhood. He began to take his boxers off along with his shirt. As he did, Danielle realized how naked she felt. When he was done it was Danielle's turn to be in awe. His rippling chest made her want to reach out and touch him. But she was too nervous. She had never gone all the way. She was too scared to tell James because he was so intense. Not like the bys at school who she'd tease and reject once they were on the edge. He grabbed the back of her legs and pushed them into her chest. "Hold them there. Don't move," he ordered. He played a finger up and down her slit. She was already so wet. He could slip in right now. But he wanted to drive her crazy with passion before he took her. He separated her lips with two fingers of his left hand and slowly pushed a finger of his right hand into her moist pinkness. She moaned seductively. He was surprise by her tightness with just one finger. He knew she'd feel exquisite around his cock. He played into her a little more. Then he felt it. "What is that?" he shouted. Danielle knew he had reached the proof of her innocence. He seemed angry with her. He would probably kick her out now. She panicked and moved to get up. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE!" he shouted as he smacked the side of her ass. She resumed the position she was in. For once James wasn't trying to be a hard-ass when he yelled at her. At the point he couldn't have her walk away from him. "Are you a virgin," he asked with his finger still moving inside of her? Instead of answering, she moaned. Frustrated that he didn't get an answer and incredibly turned on he added another finger. She was stretched to the point of discomfort at this point. James began to drill her pussy relentlessly. "UGH! No, James. Please" "Answer me!" "I am. Yes! YES! AHHHH!" She screamed her orgasm. He moved more slowly now. He stared at her. She had let her legs go and James said nothing. He saw how weak she was. He smiled. She's a virgin! He had just made her cum from a mere finger fuck. So innocent. The anger he had felt all night from the idea that she was interested in other men was gone. Even if she had been he knew that none of them had possessed her body. But this ignited a sense of urgency within him. He had to make her his tonight so that no other man would get the chance. He lined his cock up with her glistening pussy. Danielle felt this and her eyes shot open. She couldn't believe that he was still going to take her now that he knew she was a virgin. Sure, she expected him to find out but after he had already taken her. She assumed a man like him wouldn't be interested in deflowering girls. And she would be right. James typically like his women experienced but with Danielle, she was different, and the thought that he could be the one to brand her and to make her a woman enthralled him. "James, what are you doing," she stammered? "Danielle," he began as he pushed into her. She inhaled deeply, clearly in discomfort. He pushed up against her hymen and jerked his cock. She gave a pained moan. James was no sadist but the thought of seeing her in pain this way excited him. It was an experience only he would ever have with her. "You're mine." He plunged into her breaking through her virginity. The pain was so intense she couldn't scream; she couldn't even breathe. James' thick cock stretched her pussy more than she could ever imagine. She finally caught her breathe midst James' fevered pounding. She screamed and cried. James did not even slow his pace. He licked her tears off her face. He kissed her lips softly. "You're mine," was all he offered as any sort of condolence. She could not understand why he was doing this. She felt he was punishing her. And he was. Although he was relieved that she was a virgin he wondered if Jordan would have been the one to do this tonight had he not shown up. The more this plagued his mind, the deeper he went. "It hurts so much! Please, stop --Or slow down!" "It's supposed to hurt you. If I were some little pencil-dicked boy it wouldn't have. But, you're being taken by a man, Danielle. After this you'll be a woman. You'll learn to take it. I'm making you a woman, Danielle." He kissed her passionately. He was becoming delirious inside of her. He didn't care about anything but her warmth and tightness. She closed her eyes savoring his kiss and trying to block out the pain. But it became too difficult. His pace quickened, he was approaching his orgasm. She felt to good for him to last any longer. Danielle felt something warm shoot up into her and she panicked. After a few more thrusts he stopped but did not pull out. He stroked her disheveled hair and smiled down at her. "Are you finished," she blurted out in disarray? He couldn't be. That would mean he came inside of me. Angered and thinking she wanted to be through with him, James bit her shoulder. She screamed out for the millionth time that night. "I plan to take you quite a few more times tonight. So, no, not by a fucking long shot." She gasped and he took the opportunity to kiss her. He practically raped her mouth. She tried to move her head around to break the lip-lock but he grabbed her head in his hands. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Was I too much of a man for you? Did Jordan promise you flowers and sweet whispers? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" He shook her head as he shouted this. Danielle was in tears. "I can't get pregnant," she whispered. At that moment James realized that he had dumped his semen into her. From her reaction, it was clear she wasn't on birth control. Surprisingly, James was not upset or worried. She made him crazy. He'd known her a day and he felt more passionately for her than he had any woman in his life. She didn't seem to feel the same. But a baby would keep her from other men. He would have her, one way or another. It was then that James realized he was fucked.