8 comments/ 14352 views/ 5 favorites Addiction Ch. 01 By: SusukiRedd99 Short first chapter...but I really had to get this out. I dunno if I wanna continue. So...I need that...feedback. I'm sorry about that hiatus and I have not forgotten about our little December, Jared, and crew. I'm just taking a LITTLE break from this. Don't worry future chapters will be longer...that is if there are future chapters. Without any more ado, enjoy. ~~~ Tick Tock. One minute went by. Tick Tock. Two. Tick Tock. Three. I'm just waiting. I'm just waiting for my time to come. I' m just waiting for everyone to be dead and gone…just waiting for my obliteration. Tick… I stared at the clock. It's broken. I should have suspected that. Everything in my life breaks. I walked numbly into the kitchen. This place was a dump. I don't even remember when I got this place…all I remember is drug-induced bliss. All I remember is the sweet, nullifying numbness that the need brought. I looked around the dingy, infested kitchen…I forgot what I was looking for. That's right…I ran out. I needed something else to numb the oncoming pain – something else to make me forget. My mouth was so dry…I doubt that I could talk should I need to. I walked to the counter and opened one of the draws. A jagged, rusted knife was in there along with some bent spoons and forks…all of them were cushioned by a dead rat. I could smell the decapitating flesh. God, I wish I were that rat. I reached out a slow, shaky hand and gently grasped the knife. I slid my finger against the blade. I giggled as the blood immediately dripped from the incision. Damn…I wish I were that blood. So free. That blood's lucky that it has been released from my body. Slowly, knife in hand, I walked back into the room I was in originally. It was my version of a bedroom – a cot with a thin sheet, both stained with things that I do not wish to remember. I sat on the dirty, dusty floor and leaned against the wall. Slowly I stretched my left arm out straight. With the knife, I connected the dots of old needle wounds. I didn't feel the quick slits…but I felt the delicious pain that came with them. After carving my arm, I sat there limp…my arm lolled off to the side and my other arm lightly grasping the knife. I slowed my breathing and lowered my eye lids as I felt a warm puddle surround my left hand. Slowly I rolled my eyes over to stare in amazement at all the thick, crimson liquid surrounding my hand. My leftie was almost drowned in it. The pain felt good. With every breath I took…it got stronger and the blood pulsed out more. Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale Finally my breathing steadied more and my eyes closed completely as I slipped into sweet dark bliss. I loved that oblivion…it was great until it was interrupted by the makeshift door slamming open and footsteps became louder and louder. I awoke slowly...used to people coming and going as they feel in here. I looked at my arm and saw that the cuts were purplish and the blood was drying. I peeled my hand from the dried puddle and shook off what little blood crystals I could. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to salvage some moisture. Finally, He walked through the doorway into my 'bedroom.' First he smiled at me. It really wasn't a smile. It was more of an arrangement of muscles to make an upward arch that was spiked with silvery looking shards that some would call teeth, but no He was too savage to possess teeth. They were described better with the word 'fangs.' His steel, coal-colored eyes held no emotion, but I knew that he was disgusted. Those cold, calculating eyes slowly rolled around the room and zoomed in on the knife, dried blood, and cut arm. Slowly...menacingly, He walked towards me. He caressed my cheek with a rough, callused hand. Just that small touch made my stomach roll, and if I had anything in it, those contents would be on the floor, but I knew better than to move away from Him. He looked at me and roughly squeezed my cut arm (squeezing enough to make my arm paler that what is and bleed more), bringing it closer to examine it. With a cold, gruff voice he asked "You did this?" I knew that a direct question needed a vocalized answer, so I croaked "Yes." I hissed the 's.' He slowly stood up and yanked me into a standing position by pulling on my dirty, black tendrils. His nostrils flared as he looked at me in anger. I felt the slap before I heard it. It was like having a brick thrown onto my face. The impact knocked me on the floor and I could already feel my cheek reddening and bruising as I spit out blood. I knew better than to stand up...but for some reason I did...and it tickled me mother fucking pink to see his anger flare more. "You stupid fucking cunt," He roared. "What? You think you bad? You think you can beat ME?" My face was impassive. Then, He laughed as he said in a low voice "I'll show you just what the fuck you are." I made another stupid decision and tried to run. He just caught my small frame in one beefy arm as he violently yanked me back and banged the back of my head against the wall. I'd wish he'd done it harder so I could die already. He punched me in the gut. All the air rushed from my lungs as I heard a crack and felt excruciating pain as I began dry heaving. All that came up was burning stomach fluids. I lost count of how many times he either slapped or punched me...I just knew that all the pain morphed together into a big fireball of agony. Finally He pushed me down onto the cot as he licked his lips at my bruised and bloodied form. I closed my eyes and willed the tears to go back as I heard the metallic clanks and zips as He began unbuckling his jeans. Time stopped...then I felt body-splitting pain. Again, instead of taking the pain, I cried out to which I was gifted with a harder, more painful thrust and a chuckle. "Yea...I know you like it like this slut." I felt blood trickle slowly from me as he pushed in harder and harder...bruising my thighs. "Ah fuck...so tight." I let out a chest-wrecking sob as I begged...and pleaded for him to stop and just kill me. All I got were moans, pants, and chuckles. "Please...stop frontin' slut you know you like this." Ha...if his definition of 'like' meant hate then I fucking loved this. "Please...stop you stupid mother fucking sadistic rapist!" I wailed at him. "Mmm...baby I love it when you talk dirty to me," He replied with a chuckle as he thrust into me one last, excruciating time as he climaxed. Finally he pulled out of me...I dry heaved again when I saw his manhood covered in his essence and my blood. Then I blacked out. To be continued~ Addiction Ch. 01 I've got a secret. Wait. Before you close the cover and discard this because you think you've already heard this story-STOP. This has nothing to do about anything I'm not proud about or scared that someone may find out. I am a slut. And I'm trapped. I need sex. I live and breathe sex. I'll die if I can't get what I need. I'm not a slut because my father left me or my mother abused me. I have good, kind God-fearing, church going parents. In fact, I too, attend church. I just love sex. The smells...mmmmm the sounds. Feeling him pounding me from behind, balls slapping against me, panting my way to a soul-shuddering climax. Yet, the soul-shuddering climax eludes me often. Why? Well...that leads me to secret number two.... I crave white cock. Don't believe the hype. It is still taboo for an attractive black woman to want an attractive white man. It is much more common to see white females and black males together and I say-more power to you. But I want- the Robert De'Niro story. The man loves black women. I wish there were more of him around. If Colin Ferrell ever gave the inclination that he would want a caramel-colored, 5'10, leggy, busty 30-year-old woman, then I'd release that sex tape to the world. He is scrumptious....mmmm good enough to eat. I don't hate black men, before you are tempted to classify me as a man-hater or give me some other psychoanalytical label. I have a Masters degree too. I took the same courses that give most people a superiority complex. However, as the popular culture continues to give the impression that swag and grille is the style of choice-I'll stick to men of class, men who dress up to impress, men who don't spend all their time and money on spinning rims and baby mama drama. Men who realize you don't have to address a woman as a bitch or a hoe to her face in everyday conversation. But...if you are pulling my hair and fucking me hard and fast feel free to call me what you wish, lover. The man who encouraged hip-hop to go down a path of degradation and glamorizing hood life should be shot in the balls. I love men in suits who dress for success. I don't want to get shot to have a good time, just fucked. Anyways, I digress. I'm trapped in this good girl body, in a relationship in which I fake climaxing often. We've been together for three years and he has no idea what I keep underneath the drawers by the bedside table. Toys. Condoms. Lube. Books. Movies. Michael Stefano is porn's best-kept secret, next to Jean Val Jean and Evan Stone. They are large and in charge in their films. Women probably buy as much porn and toys as men, but we just hide it better. Just the thought of those three men makes me so aroused; so wet...mmmmm so ready to fuck. I could come right now thinking of them, especially all at once. My trapped life as a try anything slut though began to end when I met someone. Someone as perverted and twisted as me. A man who opened my eyes to see that it was okay to embrace my inner slut...... Derek "No, honey, I'm not mad you have to work late. I understand completely." I said as I was pushing the grocery cart through the supermarket aisle. "I''ll just curl up with a good book." And watch my new DVD's, I thought to myself gleefully. I had just ordered "A White Guy's Guide to Ebony Addiction" to see Michael Stefano and I couldn't' wait to also try out my new toy I bought as well. Thank god for sex toys, otherwise I would never know what a climax felt like. "I'll finish up grocery shopping so that I can make that Chicken Broccoli Casserole you love." "You are a God-send." David said. "Most women would be pretty angry that I had to work on their birthday." David was tall and muscular with green eyes. I loved how good he was to me, but our sex life was like raw vegetables. Bland and boring. "Davey, we are lucky we have jobs right now, it's no big deal. Besides, I really am not excited about turning thirty." "Babe, you don't look a day older than 25. We will have a special celebration later if you get my drift." Joy. Boring sex on my thirtieth birthday. This day keeps getting better and better. "I have to go, but I will see you soon, okay? Love you, babe." David said. "Love you too," I echoed. As I went to end the call, I turned the corner and ran smack into a wall of solid chest. I dropped the phone and my purse. As soon as it hit the floor, my purse exploded, items scattering everywhere. "Son of a bitch!" I muttered. Like I really needed this today. An amused Southern voice drawled, "Need some help?" I arched my eyebrows and prepared myself to give a frosty "get the hell(o) kitty away from me." until I looked up into a pair of green eyes. I was mesmerized by the secrets that he held in his eyes and his mischievous smile. "Miss....can I help you?" He bent down so that we were eye to eye. Yes. You could pull my hair and spank me from the back. Make me scream your name. "Should I call someone for you?" Blinking, I shook my head to clear my lusty thoughts. "No I'm good. Sorry about running into you." I began to pick up the various items that belonged in my purse: car keys, gum, appointment book, makeup, etc. "Wait." He grabbed my hands and stared into my eyes. "Let me help you, at least. Buy you dinner." I snorted and continued throwing stuff in my purse. "Do I look like the kinda girl that line works for? He smiled. "Do I really look like I need a line to talk to a woman?" I stared. No he definitely did not. He was at least 6 2 with muscles to die for and seemed like he had the six-pack armed and ready. Perfect for licking and tasting. I wet my lips with the thought. "No." I replied. I reached out to grab my phone at the same time he did. Suddenly, I felt his hands, a light, accidental touch. A heated spark I felt in my belly as well as my pussy. Then, a firm grasp. "Wait." he said. His hands squeezed, flexed. I felt his touch and my body grew warm, aroused. His nostrils flared. I tried to free my hands. He grasped them tighter. "Don't," he said. " Have dinner with me." "I can't," I whispered. "You won't", he countered. He used my hands to pull me up. "Tell me your name at least, since you won't have dinner with me." I break our eye contact. I think for a moment. "Gabby," I finally relented. He looked amused. "You don't look like a Gabby." "What do I look like?" He paused for a moment, his eyes closed in thought. Then he smiled. "Age can not wither her, nor custom stale. Her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed. But she makes hungry where most she satisfies." Intelligence. Bonus points for him. "So I'm Cleopatra now?" I smirked. "Comparing me to a queen stupid enough to fall in love and then kill herself is not a good way to entice me into accepting your dinner invite." I attempted to pull my hands free. "Plus, plagiarizing Shakespeare just seems like a rehearsed pick up line." His grip tightened. "You miss understand me, Gabriella." he whispered. At his low sotto voice, I could feel me growing wetter. He raises my hands to his lips, "Antony saw Cleopatra and in that moment, he knew his life was changed forever. All he had to do was get her to say yes." Intelligence, charm, and style? Oh my God. I had to have this man, right now. "Yes." I don't remember paying for my groceries or even getting into my car. All I remember is giving him directions to the nearest restaurant, which was attached to a mall. We pull into the parking lot. He opens my car door, "This way, Gabby." He ushers. "I can't do this," I whispered, trembling. "I just can't." "What's wrong?" He looked concerned. "I don't even know who you are. And yet I'm here getting ready to have dinner with you," I replied. "Derek." He instantly responded. "And you're Gabby. What's the problem? He steps nearer. The space between us is but a heartbeat. I look into his eyes. The sexual intensity sears me in place. "Are we really going to quibble over something as inconsequential as names?" His breath is warm on my face causing my skin to heat and respond. "What was I supposed to call you?" I parried, breathless with anticipation. "Master, pretty one." and then he kisses me. There are kisses that explore, kisses that tempt, and then kisses that devour. He tasted the depths of my soul with one kiss. I pull him closer and he makes an approving sound as he grabs my hips. He is hard and grinding against me. I gasp and he swallows the sound. We find a rhythm with our tongues, our bodies. He breaks contact to take in our surroundings, the parking lot. "Come on." He tugs on my hand for me to follow him. My heels sounding like gunshots in the quiet night. He pulls open the door that says Employees Only and pulls me inside. As I open my mouth to protest the risk of being caught, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth while grabbing my hips and grinding into my pussy. I purr while scratching his back in approval. He breaks free to suck at my neck, kiss the tops of my breasts. 'I have to taste you" he murmurs and sinks down to his knees. The moment his tongue touches my clit, I come. He is merciless as I climax, licking me as I convulse and bite my lip to keep us from being discovered. "Mmmmm," he whispers, the sound muffled with his mouth over my pussy. "So wet, so delicious." I grab his head and pull him upwards for another kiss. His entire face is wet from my climax. I taste myself on his tongue. "Condom," I mutter, "Hurry." He laughs. "What's the hurry?" He sucks on my neck and thrusts two fingers inside my pussy. "I'm not sure if you are ready for me yet." As his fingers thrust inside of me, my teeth sink into my bottom lip. I can taste blood in my mouth as his two fingers relentlessly fuck me into orgasm number two. "No," I counter and grab his fingers. "I want to cum on your cock." He nips gently at my fingers with his teeth. "Impatient slave. I set the pace." He places his hand on my pussy and kisses me. As he kisses me, he thrusts his fingers inside of me. "Three fingers easily done, but can you take four?" At his teasing smile and talented fingers, I cum for the third time. While my knees tremble with exhaustion he reaches into his back pants pocket, rips open the condom, sheathes himself deftly, and enters me with finesse. He is large and thick, stretching my walls beyond fullness. "Oh God" I whisper. "Not quite" he mutters and I giggle. Suddenly, a door opens in the corridor. We freeze, his cock still inside me, his mouth near my ear. "Let's see if you can be quiet," he says and continues to thrust inside my wet pussy, the sound of him gliding in and out the only sound in the corridor. He bites my ear and hoists my legs higher on his torso. "Shhh, Gabby." We don't don want to be caught. I hear footsteps heading our way. Again, Derek stops mid-thrust, but this time he eases us further into the dark corridor. "Is anyone out here?" I hear a male voice inquire. We stare at each other, our eyes conveying a million messages of desire, of impatience. After a moment, we hear the rasp of a lighter and the sound of a stranger inhaling. Derek begins to enter me slowly but forcefully the tip of his cock hitting my cervix. My scream is trapped in my throat as Derek swallows my gasps, moans, sighs, and pleasure, his tongue mimicking his cock. The stranger finishes his cigarette and leaves us exploring each other in the darkness. He shudders as I tear my mouth away to bite his shoulder in pleasure He hisses when my nails drag him closer. He kisses me again, a punishing kiss, and I can feel his movements becoming harder, faster. He is about to cum and so am I again. He stares into my eyes. I am trapped; I am pinned by his thrusts and his gaze. Inspiration struck. I lean into his body, rake my fingernails down his back, and whisper, "Come for me, master. Come inside my wet pussy." He thrusts harder and groans. Faster and faster he thrusts until the last thrust which triggers my own orgasm. A moment passes. He lets me slide down his body, sweaty, sated, and addicted. Capturing my mouth, he kisses me gently. "I'm not done with you yet, Gabby." he whispers in-between kisses. In that moment I was addicted. I would have done anything for him. I inhaled his scent, as I rested in his arms, content within the moment, but impatient for the next. Addiction Ch. 02 Hi guys. Yes this is another short chapter and not this isn't two chapters combined. I liked this chapter way too much to partner it up with another and I didn't wanna wait until I finished chapter four (go to my profile if you don't get what I'm talking about) to post this. So enjoy! Also thank you guys so much for all the comments and complements. Omygosh I didn't think people would love this that much! Wow! So killer kisses to ya'll! ** "Stop...please!" I giggled even more as mommy tickled me and blew on my tummy. Finally she stopped and I was just an out of breath mass of hiccups peppered with giggles. My mother stopped tickling me and began to give me kisses and hugs. "I love you so, so much," she said in a honey voice that dripped in so much love and adoration for her only child. She smelled really good...like the butter and vanilla cookies that she made mixed with her perfume and the natural scent that a loving mother gave off. She looked just like me...or rather I looked like her. We both shared pale, porcelain like skin with soft, pitch black hair that was one step away from being blue streaked, red Cupid 's bow lips, high, sharply soft cheekbones, and almond shaped green eyes flecked with blues and ambers that were surrounded by bushes of long eyelashes. Daddy didn't like that I looked like mommy so much. He said that boys shouldn't look like girls. He said that if they did, they would be tempted to act like girls and start to like men. Daddy said that doing that went against God's rules. Daddy said that I would burn in hell if I ever became one of those girl-boys. Yep my father tried to burn me himself when he found out that I was really an 'ass-loving, dirty faggot.' I think that my mother was the only one stopping my father from killing me, but she was sickly and died when I was 13. That's when hell began...fuck hell would have been better than what I went through. "Alezai, know that mommy loves you very much. You must be strong for when I'm gone. Ok? And remember that when it's too much...run for mommy." The innocent little boy I was when she said that just nodded, not really getting what his mother was really saying. All he wanted was more of the butter and vanilla cookies. Maybe I shouldn't have run? Would I be dead if I hadn't run? Would I be somewhere else instead of this hell? ~~ I woke up in agony. I hurt everywhere. My head hurt, my legs hurt, my thighs hurt and my ass hurt the most. I tried to get up, but I got dizzy and nauseous. I threw up blood and stomach acid into a corner and fell backwards away from it. "What the fuck happened to you Alezai?" I said to myself. What happened to the boy who wanted to be strong for his mother? What happened to the boy who wouldn't take his father shit and ran? What the fuck happened to Alezai himself? I was a shell of myself...I disappointed my mother. I'm nothing. I bet that mom is up in heaven right now, crying and wondering what happen to her baby. "Mommy..." I began. "...if you can hear me and if there really is a heaven, don't waste your tears on me. I'm not worth it. Never cry over the damned." I felt something wet slither down my cheek. My shaky hand reached up and touched it. It was a tear – a tear that was diluted by my blood. I stared at the little drop of liquid on my finger and broke into sobs. I missed my mother. I missed her so much. Without my only light, I was wandering in the dark. I screamed in sorrow, "Why God? What the fuck did I ever do to you? Are you the evil one or is it the Devil?" I gasped for breathe as I sobbed, "What type of sick fuck takes a-away someone's l-light...What type of evil, sadistic bastard lets someone just wallow in miserable pain instead of killing them?" I let out another shattering sob. After some time, I only had sniffles left. I felt emptier and rawer than usual. I was shivering and staring blankly out the window. It was the middle of the night. All the good little boys and girls had gone home for the night. Now it was time for the demons to come out. It was a gorgeous night in New York though. The sky was a dark, majestic purple and the stars shined like they never did before as the moon sung its lonely song. I giggled at that. My mother used to say that every night the moon sang a song because it was lonely. She said that none of the stars wanted to hang out with him because he was just a rock while they were stars. Ever since then I used to love the moon. As a child I thought that if I loved the moon almost as much as I loved my mommy, the moon wouldn't be so lonely anymore. Just that moment someone walked in. It was Jalen. Jalen was a sweetheart and a cutie too. He had toasted almond skin, curly dark brown hair, a lithe body, and eyes that were such a light brown that they looked green. Two little studs adorned the corner of Jalen's bottom lip, another one took place in his tongue, and the last was in his belly button. "Fuck Zai!" Jalen exclaimed. His slanted eyes looked glassy with tears as he rushed over to me and kneeled down. "Oh my god...what happened. He went too far this time. You went too far." Jalen cradled me to his chest as he rocked me back and forth and scolded me as he cursed Him. "You idiot. I told you to come with me...I told you to stay with Whitney and me." I felt the hot little droplets of Jalen's tears on my head. "If I came with you, He would have found me and you. I love you Jale and I love Whitney too...I can't let you guys go through the consequences," I murmured to Jalen. He just kissed the top of my head. Jalen knew what would happen if he helped me too. Finally, Jalen helped me up and into the bathroom. Silently and caringly, Jalen washed me up and cared for all my cuts and bruises as best that he could. "You stay right here." Jalen said as he left me in the tub to soak out some of my pain. After about 20 minutes, Jalen came back with towels, food, and an oversized shirt for me to wear. Jalen helped me out the tub and wrapped me up in the towel. When I was nice and dry, he helped me into my shirt and fed me. I scarfed down the toasted sandwich and vacuumed the bottle of water. When I downed half the bottle, I just began to sip at it while talking to Jale. "How's Whitney?" I asked. Whitney is Jalen's sister and roommate. "She's fine. Her new boyfriend is like a puppy – all protective and loving, it's adorable." We began talking about mundane things. All the while we were trying to avoid the inevitable – how would I get out? Finally, when nothing else was left to be said, Jalen gathered up all the evidence that he had been here and put it in a garbage bag. Jalen looked at me, eye to eye, with an intense face. "Alezai," Jalen began. He only used my first name when he was serious. "I left a pair of sneakers, jeans and underwear in the bathroom, under one of the boards. With them, there's a piece of paper with an address and a wallet with a hundred dollars." I began to protest but Jale stopped me with a finger to my lips, "I know the consequences. I know that this could be the last time that we ever see each other, but after this time, I can't take it anymore knowing that you may be killed." Jalen's face softened as he said, "I love you Zai." I began tearing up as I shakily said, "I-I love you too Jale." We crushed each other in a fierce, but melancholy hug. The hug showed that we knew that if I left, we would never see each other again or at least for a very long time. We were crying the happiest sad tears ever. Finally, Jale and I pulled apart slightly. Jale kissed me lightly on the lips before he said, "If you're gonna leave...wait until I'm gone completely...wait until about midnight, the darkest part of night. When you leave, don't walk, run like all bloody hell and don't stop running until you get to that address. You'll be safe then...I hope." With and one final squeeze, Jalen left with the garbage bag. I watched until he blended in with the darkness. Addiction Ch. 02 I am going through withdrawal. I haven't heard from Derek in days! David has even noticed my obvious moody behavior and suggested that I go and take the weekend to go to the spa. For a moment, I felt guilty. I have the perfect man, but it's not enough. I need more. I'm such a slut. I agree to go, figuring I would have to do something so that I could be myself again. I decided I would get a massage and try getting a Brazilian wax. Let me warn you that the first time you get a Brazilian wax it hurts like hell. In fact, I almost jumped off the table the first time she pulled the strip; however, everything is so sensitive right now. I can't wait to try it out, but with someone other than David. Maybe Derek will call.....douchebag. I hate this waiting game that comes with guys calling. I just want sex, not have your love child. This is so frustrating! Ugh! I called my friend Mike from my car as I was heading home. Mike and I were old friends that used to fuck but we realized we enjoyed our friendship more. "Hey boo." He answered. "What's going on?" "I'm so frustrated about a situation and I need to either get over it or figure out a way to distract me from thinking about it" I answered. And I told him everything about Derek. The attraction, the sex, the connection-my new addiction. He thought for a moment. "You need a distraction. It just depends on how far you want to be distracted." "That's cryptic...can you explain what you mean? I asked. "I was going to go tonight but I have to go to work instead. You need a new chase, a new conquest." "And where would I find such a conquest, Mike?" "Well, there is this party I found about through many of my online memberships." There is a swinger party tonight at a local hotel." I was insulted. "I am not a swinger!" I shouted irritably. Mike laughed. "You are and just don't know it. Swingers like sex and aren't looking for complications, just friendships and sex." "Why didn't you bring this up to me before?" I asked him. "You weren't ready to listen." he responded. I'm a swinger which is why you and I had so much fun together." "Okay" I responded. Chances are nothing will happen and I will be home before I know it. "Here's the number to the hotel." He told me. "Get a room just in case you change your mind. You like being in charge and in control of the situation so prepare as if you might meet someone instead of pretending to agree with me." Laughing, I told him to text the number to my phone when we hung up. He knows me so well. What's the worse that could happen? Christian Christian I met at the Swingers party. It was the first one I've ever attended in my life. I didn't plan on doing anything but watching for the evening, to get the lay of the land so to speak. So when a 6 foot 4, well built man walked into the hotel, my pussy clenched. Our eyes met. He smiled, a devilish smile and went to the bar. I waited patiently, enjoying the game, the chase. I knew it wouldn't be long before I- "Why hello there." I turned to stare into the bluest eyes I'd ever seen on a man. " I'm Christian." Smiling to myself, I took a sip of wine and glanced back at Christian. "I'm yours." His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Really?" I laughed. "Why waste time?" "We both know where this will end." "Where?" He was now back in control of the game. "My room 230." I answered. He took me by the hand and led me out of bar towards the elevator. Our eyes locked and we smiled. Once on the elevator, I found myself wrapped in a secure embrace. "Tell me your name before I kiss you", he whispered. I closed the distance between us and kissed him. Our tongues met, dueled in a silent battle of lust and control. The elevator stopped. I smiled. "My floor, are you in or out?" He laughed, "You are something else." "I wonder at the surprises you have in store for me." "Come and see." I grabbed his hand and led him towards my room. Once the door closed, I found myself pressed up against it and kissed with so much passion I thought I'd die if I couldn't have more. He takes my hands and raises them over my head while grinding against me as we kissed. I broke the kiss by turning my head. He nuzzles my neck, nipping and kissing. I love it. My neck is very sensitive and I don't mind sporting a hickey the next day if the sex is worth it. He lets go of my hands to slide one up my inner thigh as he continues kissing and sucking on my neck. My legs part as his hand slides higher. He stops kissing my neck and looks at me in surprise. "No underwear?" I laugh and pull his head down closer. "I hate underwear it's so constricting." I kiss him and place his hand back on my pussy. He obliges and rubs my clit with ease. My head falls back against the door. Ouch. I need to move this party to a more comfortable place. I grab his hand and tug him towards the bed. I push him lightly and he falls back on the bed with a bounce. I straddle him kissing him as I climb on top. My hips grind against his as we kiss. He rolls me over and deepens the kiss. My hands go to his cock, stroking it through his pants. He shudders, but allows me to continue stroking him until he pulls my hands away. He unzips my dress and I shimmy out of it, glad to have it off and allow him to see me naked, wanting. He captures my hands and kisses his way down to my pussy. I arch my body as his tongue licks my clit without mercy. God, he was good at this. He teases my clit, taking me higher and higher, but not letting me cum. He eases a finger into my ass and fingers me, which triggers my orgasm. "You're a squirter!" he says with surprise. "You didn't tell me that." "You never asked," I respond glibly. "Mmmm, that was good. Let me return the favor." I help him undress and kiss my way down his body. I stop at his nipples and nip and bite them. I have found that a man's nipples can be as sensitive as a woman's and never hesitate to give them attention. As I'm nipping at his nipples I tug on his cock, rubbing the head with my thumb. I love giving head. There is nothing greater than the power you have over a man as you take him into your mouth and suck and lick his cock. I could go for hours pleasing men. I enjoy having a man's hands caressing my hair as I'm pleasing them...sometimes even a little hair tug makes me wild. He enjoys my technique and lets me explore, taste, and tease him. Eventually, he tugs me upwards and kisses me. "How do you want it?" He asks in-between kisses. "Hard and deep." I responded. Fuck me hard baby." He rips open a condom and places me on my side and enters me. Wow, this is new even for me. I love the way this feels. He plays with my clit as he thrusts inside of me. This position has so many pluses. He kisses my neck as he plays with my clit while thrusting deep inside of me. I shudder my way to my second climax of the night. It doesn't even faze him. He pulls out turns me onto my stomach and enters me. I love doggie style. I love the feeling of how deep a man can go inside of me. I'll tell you another secret about me. I like pain. Not the kind of pain that leaves scarring and blood, but the pain/pleasure line. Having a guy biting your nipples, pounding away at you from behind, pulling my hair while he's inside me.... Yes! I love it all. He pounds into me; I can hear his balls slapping my ass as he fucks me hard. "Fuck me harder" I gasp. He obliges and holds my waist as he fucks me harder. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum." I whimper. I want it to be spectacular so I touch my clit as I feel my body shake. Orgasm number three. I squeeze my muscles around him and feel him start to shake and hear him groaning. "Come for me baby," I whisper. "Come for me." He comes and lies down on the bed next to me. I lay on my stomach completely sated and satisfied. He smiles at me. "Are you going to tell me your name now?" He asks. I laugh ruefully. "Gabi." "Well Gabi it's nice to meet you." We laugh. I flip over. He is already starting to get hard again. "Now that we've been properly introduced," I whisper as I kiss my way down to his abs toward his cock. "You are going to be the death of me," he gasps as his head falls back against the pillows. I stop to look up at him. "Why waste time? Besides what a way to go." I laugh as I continue my attentions to his cock.... Addiction Ch. 03 Sorry about my hiatus. My computer was in the shop. So I've had this chapter done for a while actually. This chapter is actually very sad...but after this it will get happier. But not like an immediate thing. This probably will have many chapters because Alezai can't have a quick and happy romance and I think you guys can understand that right? So without anymore ado... Enjoy~ ~~ . ~~ I missed Jalen the minute that he blended with the darkness. He and I came into this world together, well he was a veteran and I was the pretty newbie. Somehow I became His favorite and he never let me go. I got beaten worse than the others, raped worse than the others, drugged more than the others. In the end I was worse than the others. It killed me. He was a 'class A' sadist. At some point, he gave me a drug that would keep me alive no matter what the fuck happened. He gave that drug to me after my second suicide attempt and after the first almost overdose he gave me. That drug also made me unable to succumb to addiction. I only felt the effects of the drugs. Jalen was the one that always saved me. Jalen was my light. Most people would wonder why we never fell in love, but from the minute that we met and became friends, our relationship was purely platonic. Jalen was like an older brother to me. However, we were separated when Jalen and Whitney escaped. I couldn't go with them because He would especially notice. If I disappeared, He would automatically accuse Jalen and Whitney -- basically, kill them both. We all knew that so I told them to leave me and ever since then Jalen would always visit me when he got a feeling that I was really in pain. Jalen, however, couldn't risk too many visits or visits that were too patterned. Tonight wasn't the only time that Jalen wanted me to escape. Tonight was just the first time that he went this far. I didn't know what to do. If I left, I risked the lives of anyone who came in contact with me and if I didn't, I would live in indefinite damnation. "FUCK!" I yelled at no one in particular. I finally thought of all the shit I'd been through in my life - all the times daddy beat the shit outta me and let his friends give me some 'good-ol'-lovin', all the times that father pushed me to the edge of suicide, all the times He took away every light I had. Hell, it was time for ME to have some salvation in life. I ran into the bathroom and searched for a loose board. When I finally found it, I put on the clothes and shoes in there and put a death grip on the slip of paper. I waited until a little before midnight to put the hood of the hoodie over my head and put on the sunglasses. I took a look at the address and noticed that it wasn't too far from here but not too close either. Finally, at midnight, I opened the door and ran 'like all bloody hell.' After over ten city blocks, my lungs and legs were burning, but I kept running. I felt the air surround me. I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive tonight. I pushed my legs harder despite the protesting burn. I was close to the address -- only half a block left. Then I tripped. I didn't know I was falling until I face-planted. I bit my tongue as I fell. I could taste the metallic flavoring of blood as it filled my mouth. My knee hurt and I figured I scrapped it along with my hands. My body was exhausted...I couldn't move. No, no, no. Please god no. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. Shit! Fuck! Damnit! I felt tears slide down my cheeks. I was fuckin screwed. Finally the footsteps from behind came to me and I was yanked up violently by my hair. I felt hot, nasty breath in my ear as He said "So little bitch, you thought you could get away from me." He lightly nipped my earlobe as he 'coyly' continued in a fake sweet voice, "Hmmm what should your punishment be? How about I let you watch as me and my men fuck out Jalen and Whitney's brains and kill them? Would that tickle your fancy?" He chuckled. "Fuck you bastard!" I hissed malevolently. The sound of my voice even shocked me. I never knew I was capable of sounding so... so menacing. I felt a punch to my gut and another to my ribs. I felt punches and kicks to me everywhere as He felt me up. I could feel His erection on the small of my back. It repulsed me to no end. Suddenly, the punching and kicking and feeling up ceased. That didn't make me feel any better. I was dragged into a darker part of the street. I felt my clothing (the clothing Jale got me) being ripped off along with the sounds of pants being unzipped. I tried to struggle away but to iron clamps that some may call hands held me down. I was turned over onto all fours and held down again. I felt someone come up behind me. Two seconds later I felt the most excruciating pain I've ever felt and probably will feel. This man was a lot bigger and thicker than Him and all the others. I screamed out in pain. That was a bad idea because I felt someone shove their nasty dick into my mouth. My eyes were tearing as I gagged and choked. Every man took a turn at my mouth and ass...more than once. When they were done, my butt felt slimy with blood and their essence and with every breath I took, it pulsed with pain. My mouth tasted disgusting as I threw up again. I didn't even have the strength to move so I ended up falling face flat into it. That repulsed me even more. I felt empty...abused...lost. Before I could black out, heard the crack of a whip before it occurred to me that I was just hit. I don't know how long it went on for, but again each man took a turn at whipping me as hard as they could. I screamed and begged for them to stop...that made them laugh and beat me harder. Finally, when I was bloodied and bruised from the inside out, He said "Now I'm gonna mark you. Show you whose slut you are." With that, He pulled out a knife and began carving something into my back. I blacked out after that. ** I woke up in hell again. Somehow my mind managed a silent laugh. Hell seemed to be the place I lived at. Finally the blurry grogginess cleared from my eyes. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. This place was completely foreign to me. Everything fell into the color scheme of black and gray. The walls were brick with peeling black paint over them. In front of me was a glass window. Outside of it was a room in all white. It reminded me of a padded room in a psych ward. I chuckled to myself as I thought -- more wished- that maybe I went crazy and this whole experience was a cruel dream. Ha! As if I could be that lucky. I tried to move my head to take in more of my surroundings. I couldn't. Something was keeping my head in place. I tried to move my arms and legs and found out that my wrists were chained to the chairs armrests and my legs were chained to the legs of the chair. I couldn't move either limb more than half an inch from the chair. Damn. I jumped when the giant door opened. I huge man stepped in and looked at me. He smiled a predatory smile as he said "I see you're up princess." His eyes trailed my body as he licked his lips. I swallowed the rising bile as I came to notice that I was naked and that the perv was blowing me a kiss. With a short chortle, he left the room. I heard him yell, "Princess is up, boss!" A few minutes later, a spotlight shined on me as I squinted my eyes some from the sudden change lighting. A spotlight also came on in the 'padded room.' The door opened and He came through with one of his men. He leaned down and close to me as he whispered in my ear, "Ready for your punishment?" Then he laughed. The door to the white room opened two and who walked through made my blood run cold and my stomach clench. In walked Jalen and Whitney. Both of them were bloodied and bruised and had their hands chained behind them. Jalen looked at me with hollowed eyes. When he recognized that it was me, his eyes sprang to life as silent tears trailed down his cheeks. I let out a sob. Whitney also looked at me. He eyes held nothing but pure hatred in them. It was so strong that I had to close my eyes. Despite Jalen and I's relationship, Whitney and I were no more than acquaintances. She avoided me like I was the black plague and tended to make snide or cruel comments. I would love to say that she was a bitch, but if I were in her position, I would be the same. When word went around that I was His favorite, everyone avoided me. They knew that if they made a close relationship with me, they would be part of any punishment I got. Whitney and Jalen were well aware of that. However, Jalen didn't care. Whitney tried to separate us to protect her brother, but she failed. So she tried to make me become more distant. If only I succumbed to Whitney's wiles...they wouldn't be in this situation. I let out another sob as tears streamed freely from my eyes. I let out a sobbing scream as He slapped me hard on my face. "Keep your eyes open bitch! I want you to bask in this," He said. I did just that. After a while...after going through so much pain, you just stop being defiant and do anything to get away from it. So I kept my eyes opened and watched and sobbed as men, including Him, raped and fucked Whitney and Jalen from every hole that they could fit their dicks in. The images of Jalen's hole gaping and bleeding was imbedded in my head as their screams echoed in my ears. All of our faces were tear streaked. Finally, they stopped. Jalen and Whitney didn't even have the strength to sit up. They lay on the floor looking dejected. They might as well have been dead. One of the men left the room for a minute and came back with a box. "Here comes the grand finale," He said. My heart stopped when the man pulled out a handgun. He chuckled as he said, "That gun is filled with Winchester Enhanced Ranger T bullets. I figure a pansy like you wouldn't know what that is, so I'll be nice enough to explain it to ya. See that bullet, when shot into a person, it bursts into six petals. And now when that happens...well...I'll be damn surprised if anyone survived that...especially at point blank." He chuckled again. I must be dead. I wasn't breathing and I was damn sure that my heart wasn't beating. "Oh...oh god," I sobbed. I began hyperventilating. Each wheezy inhale made me cry more. I didn't know what to do. So I begged. "Please. Please don't kill them. I'm sorry! I'll be a good boy. I'll do anything. I swear! Please....please....have a soul." He only chuckled and signaled to the man with the gun. The man yanked Whitney to a standing position. She was screaming and bawling...begging for her life. The man slapped her hard into deliriousness when she began struggling to much. Jalen was on the floor sobbing and whimpering along with Whitney. Somehow Whitney summoned more hatred and stared directly at me. Click. Safety was removed. Click. His finger was on the trigger. Boom. He pulled the trigger. Whitney's head basically ceased to exist. Her blood splattered everywhere. I almost threw up. Chunks of flesh and blood sprinkled the gunman's face. I did throw up when he licked away the blood and guts that his tongue could reach. What used to be Whitney's body slumped to the floor. Both Jalen and I were in shock. Jalen broke out of it first. He screamed. He howled. The pure agony in it killed me. It shattered my world. The man put the gun against Jalen's head. Jalen mouthed 'I love you' to me. I mouthed it back to him. His finger was on the trigger. Boom. To be continued~