9 comments/ 29093 views/ 32 favorites Come Into the Dark Ch. 02 By: MickeyPink For weeks she thought she had imagined it. Maybe it was just a dream. But then she started to feel as though she was being followed. And there were times when she'd almost swear she could smell him. That was when she decided that maybe, maybe he just needed to be provoked. And so every night, she lie in bed, and touched herself to the thought of him. She would lie there on top of the sheets, pinching her nipples, biting her lip. Her index and middle finger playing in the folds of her sopping nether-parts. She knew he was watching. She just.. knew. One night, as her climax neared and her back started to arch, a hand covered her scream, and she had her wish. She had been so caught up in her pleasure she didn't see him walk right in from the bedroom door. "Do not cum." Immediately, her hand was removed, and she turned to face him. She could really make him out now, his face glowing in the moon light. It frightened her to know that this man, who had given her the greatest gift she'd ever received, was a white man. All her life, she knew that interracial relations were unacceptable. Raised by her emotionally scarred mother, she thought nothing good could ever come of falling in love with a white man. But, here she was.. Certainly not feeling any disdain. In fact, she wondered if *love* was the correct word to use.. Did it describe the way she felt about him? This sick infatuation that held her from eating and sleeping? That kept her from wanting any man but him? Even now, staring into his dark eyes, she wanted nothing more than to give herself to him. Completely. What ever he made her feel, race could not change it. In fact, it seemed almost taboo- and she liked that too. He must have seen her aching devotion in her eyes, and kissed her full on. He pulled her up onto her knees, the passion becoming too much for her to bare. And as the kiss grew deeper, his hand grasped and pulled and her hair, tugging her head back. He wanted to take her all in. He pulled his head back and watched in amazement as she tried to recover the lost connection. His other hand drifted down from her precious little neck, to the swell of her full breasts. Her nipples, like tiny little daggers- so hard and eager. He continued his way all the way down to her belly button, and pausing on her slight bulge of a tummy. And then, past her hairless mound and found her clit. The heat of her was enough- his cock was pulsating, trying to break free of the barrier his pants provided between them. As he fingered her, he teased, " Look at you.. so wet. Mmm... I'm going to have some fun with you tonight. Is this what you wanted, My little slut?" She felt the rush coming over her body. His hand, dancing between her thighs proving to be too much on her aching clit. As he started to insert his finger into her opening, she came. Her body shaking, shattering, exploding into him. His hand slipped to her back and held her tight against him. She moaned, and then, in almost a whisper, she says, "Yes Sir." He laughed, and then, harshly, released her to fall back on the bed. She fell, clumsily, landing on her stomach. She looked up, trying to figure out how she displeased him. Suddenly his voice was a bit deeper, more authoritative. He says, "I told you not to cum!" His hand came down on her ass like lightening. So fast, so powerful. He continued to strike her, listening to her whimper and hiss under his might. It wasn't until she began to cry that he rested his hand on her backside, rubbing and carressing her. "I do not like to punish you. But you must learn." Through her small tears she whimpered and replied, "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." Then, the bed shifted under her as he climbed on behind her. He started by placing small kisses at the back of her thighs, and slowly, moving upward, kissed all over her luscious backside. Something about black women had always pulled him in. The way they seemed to be built for fucking, hips, thighs, ass.. It was a remarkable thing to see her laying there cowering under his touch. It was time to really make her understand what he had come for. He stood, removed his clothes, and told her to come to the side of the bed. She knew what he wanted. She sat up, and looking his raging hard on right in the eye, she asked, "May I S..?" His response was to shove his manhood down her throat before she was able to finish. Her mouth felt so good wrapped around his cock. The perfect size, it seemed they just fit together. And so warm, wet... The way her tongue danced under his cock while she took him in. She was indeed a very good choice for his newest pet. While his hands played with her young tits, hers played with her pussy. Growing wetter and wetter the more he thumbed and pinched her nipples. Sounds of sloppy wet sucking and moans filled the air- both hers, and his. He moved his hands to her head, fucking her face with such desperate need, his moans becoming one long cry, his strokes faster, harder. She knew what was coming, and as badly as she wanted to, she dare not cum too. He cried out, one loud short cry, and plunged his cock all the way in. She twisted to accommodate the whole 8 inches of him, and then he released into her all the frustrations he'd held back. He was frighteningly still, holding her in place as he shot load after load down her waiting throat. And then, he pulled himself from her mouth and said "lick Me clean". She removed every trace of semen she could find, being careful to slide her tongue under the ridges of his head. Then, he lie down on the bed next to her. Uncertain of what to do, she continued to sit there until he said, "Sit on My face". A novice to most things sexual, she slowly climbed up his body until her sex hovered above his mouth. His hands pulled her down, slowly, until she could see only his eyes. The entire time, his eyes bore into her, watching as he flicked his tongue to tease her clit, then buried it inside her. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever experienced. She threw her head back and started to moan her gratitude. Rocking her hips as he continued his assault on her ever sensitive flesh. A hand went up to play with her breasts, now rocking and swaying in time with her hips. He spanked them, one, then the other. He loved the way she shrieked but never stopped moving. Then without warning, he pulled her down and lie her on her back. Tonight, unlike before, he would make his official mark on her. As he covered her body with his, he looked her in the eye not unlike the night they were together before. She could feel his manhood hard along her thigh. She would finally get to feel him inside her. Without a word, he led her hand to his groin, and allowed her to touch it while he continued looking in her eyes. He said, "Tonight, you will forget you have ever been with any other man." And with that, he thrust his length into her depths. So tight, like a vice on his cock. She screamed, and then moaned. She tried to climb away. It was too much. She had not remembered him being so large. He started to pound away at her, grabbing her arms and holding her wrists above her head in his large hand. His other hand, snaked around her middle, pulling her more and more into him. There was no escaping his assault on her body, and soon, she gave in to the feeling of him occupying the small space between her legs. Soon, the room was spinning, her head so full of lust. She found herself screaming, moaning, begging to be fucked. He obliged her every prayer. It wasn't long before she was begging to cum. He sat up, and removed himself from her. "Not until I tell you." And then he was repositioning himself . Taking her legs up over his shoulders, he reinserted himself into her wet pussy. Holding her by the waist, he renewed his efforts. This time, getting deeper, pulling from her desperate screams, She could feel him delving deeper than anyone had ever gone. Within minutes, she felt his cock growing even harder. His strokes became violent, and she feared in his ecstasy he might just hurt her. He said, "Cum for Me, little girl. Let Me feel you cum." No sooner than the words left his mouth, she became an animal. Gripping the sheets, screaming, crying, moaning her pleasure. She shook and wriggled under him and as his cock pulsated inside her, he felt the muscles of her pussy gripping his shaft, milking every inch of him. He put his head back and started to cum, grunting as each hard thrust pushed more and more of his seed deep into her channel. She moaned, and he moaned, their ecstasy uniting them. As he came to a stop, she looked up at him. She wanted to tell him the way she felt, to say that he awakened something inside her so pure, and so real.. But all she could do was stare. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then started to gather his things. "Wait. Please?" But she was too late. He was leaving. It had been decided. It was at that moment that she heard him say, "I know how you feel. One day, when it's time, I'll take you completely. Until then, Just know that I know.. And I am always with you." She watched as he walked out of the room, and she felt a certain amount of contentment with his words. "Always with me".. This stranger was becoming her drug. Come Into the Dark Ch. 03 Hey guys! I guess I didn't really expect to continue with this story, but after several emails and comments here, I figured I should give you what you want. I hope you enjoy, and please, let me know what you think! * For days she felt like she was walking on air. At work, she was excelling. Even in her spare time she felt renewed. On Sunday she went to the coffee shop to get a bit of work done in a casual environment. She grabbed a table and got all set up before hearing her name. "Jenifer?!" She approached and took her caramel mocha, but not before she was distracted by the scent of a man. For a split second she thought it was him. After looking around and deciding she had imagined it, she grabbed her coffee and turned to sit back down. As she approached her table, she noticed a man sitting there. He was tall with wavy black hair.. And she knew him to be her late night visitor. Upon reaching the table, she simply stood; trying to figure out what to say. He looked up at her with blue-green eyes and a smile formed on his lips. "Please. Sit down." She sat, completely surprised to see her lover in the light of day. She fumbled about, fixing her hair, wringing her hands... Finally she worked up the nerve to speak. Her words coming out in a tone that seemed almost angry. "What are you doing here? What.. What do you want?" He smiled and asked, "You're not happy to see me, Jen? That is very disappointing. I thought you'd be ecstatic. I am, after all, your lover." He used her nickname as if they were a couple. It was uncomfortable to say the least; she didn't know whether to be angry, or swoon at the way her name fell from his lips. Looking around to be sure no one heard him, she looked back at him- her face bright red in embarrassment. "How. Dare. You." "Look at you, walking around so proud.. So full of confidence. Am I to believe that is not because of the pleasure I've given you? Of course I am your lover. There is no shame in that." Even now, as he looked at her with those eyes, she knew it was true. Of course she felt good about herself. Of course it was because of the release his passion had provided. Of course.. Of course he was her lover. "Yes. My lover. What are you doing here?" He ran his hand through his inky hair, and gave her a look that made it clear he was not happy with the way this was going. "I wanted to see you. I know it's hard for you, not seeing me often. I'm taking this to the next step." Immediately, she stood, closed her laptop, and grabbed her things. It was one thing for him to come to her bed at night and give her the best orgasm she'd ever had. But for him to show up in her life? Her real life? She thought she felt something more for him, but she had convinced herself it was just her desire getting the better of her. Sure, he was dangerously attractive, strong, and great in bed. But that didn't mean he would be anything more than her bedroom companion. How could she explain their meeting to her parents? What would people say? Before he could say anything to keep her, she stormed out, leaving him shocked and very, very displeased. *~* She couldn't decide how she should feel about her night master showing up. Part of her was dripping wet to see him in the daylight. The way the sun shone on him was so.. Beautiful? Sure, she had seen him before, but she hadn't seen how bright his eyes were, or how magnificent his hair was. She certainly hadn't expected that smile... And here she was at work for the third day in a row thinking about him. It was hard to get any work done when she wanted to toy with her herself under her desk. Perhaps if she gave in she could cum and get her mind off of him. She moved down in her seat, allowing her skirt to slide up a bit. Once she tugged it up to her waist, she slipped her hand into her panties and- BUZZ She sighed. "What is it Lucy." "Ms. Benson, you have a call on three. It's your mother." "Mom, what's up?" Her mother was constantly calling about having dinner, and although she had the time, Jen didn't feel much like driving out to the burbs just to listen to her mother complain about her lack of a love life. "Hunny, listen. Your father and I were having lunch with the Morgans, you know, Diane and Henry? Anyway, their son Carl is single, and I thought maybe the two of you could go out? He's a very nice man, and he would be just perfect for you. Now, I don't want to hear no for an answer. Actually, I've given him your number and I set up dinner for the two of you tomorrow night over at Bella's." "Jeez, mom, you know.. You know I'm swamped at work this week." Lie. "Tomorrow? I don't think that's a good day for me." More lies. "Besides, I.. I told Ronni I would have dinner with her tomorrow." Biggest lie. Veronica, her little sister, had better be free tomorrow night. "Oh, really? Because I just told her, and she was excited to hear about you two going out." Shit. "Look, mom.. I'm just not interested in dating right now. I need to focus on my career. I mean, I really don't have the time anyways." "Jen, you're 25, and have already accomplished so much! You've paid off your house, you're the head of the marketing department at CPG, and you just finished your masters. You don't have to get married, just let yourself have some fun!!" *sigh* She was right.. And so she quickly ended the conversation and promised to meet with the Morgan boy. It better be worth it. ~*~*~ At least her mother knew how to pick a great restaurant. Bella's was one of her favorite places in town. Fantastic Italian food, a nice wine list, and service that was always impeccable. Unfortunately, Carl was not so great. He was only 30, but was balding quite terribly. This would not have been so bad, if not for his choice of hairstyle. Anna hadn't seen a combover this bad since her high school teacher, Mr. Fordes. She laughed at his bad jokes, drank far too much wine, and by the end of the night, had grown so bored that she nearly fell asleep during dessert. Carl believed her excuse, that she had been up all night working on the new ad campaign, and swiftly paid the bill and took her home. "Jenifer, I had such a great time tonight. I'd love to see you again." He was leaning in closely, and she could tell he would soon descend upon her seeking that end-of-date kiss. Her hand on his chest held him still. "Listen, Carl.. Tonight was fun. But I'm really busy with work, and I just don't have time for anything more." He was almost adorable when he was disappointed. "I only came out tonight, because my mother set it up and I didn't want to be rude. I'm really very sorry." He nodded his head, with that disappointed look on his face. Then, he took her hand from his chest, kissed it, and turned to leave. "Goodnight then, Anna. I hope you change your mind." Anna went inside the apartment, and leaned against the door. She decided to take a shower, and started removing her clothes on her way to the bathroom. On her way upstairs, she noticed something; had she left the kitchen light on? She walked toward the kitchen, and could almost swear she something baking. Turning the corner, she screamed as she saw her nightly visitor sitting at the island icing some cupcakes. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? Get out of my house. Get out, or I'm calling the cops." He frowned. "I must say I was very unhappy to see you with another man tonight. Inferior as he was, I still felt a twinge of jealousy. I was proud of you, though. You let him down gently." She stood in shock, her mouth was practically scraping the floor. "Why, though... didn't you tell him you were taken?" Her anger was getting the best of her now, and she knew she was turning red as her face was growing warm. "Who do you think you are? Seriously, you think it's OK to just show up in people's houses, claim near strangers as your girlfriends, STALK people? You are one twisted fuck." He walked over slowly, his hands in his back pockets. When his face was just a few inches from hers, he said "You weren't complaining when all I did was come in and fuck you. Why the sudden change? I'd think seeing me under different circumstances would make you happy. What happened to what you said the last night we were together?" "If I remember correctly, I didn't actually say anything." He smiled and moved his hand to her chin. Suddenly, she remembered she was standing in a bra and panties. He kissed her gently, then she felt his hand gripping her around the waist. Words would be useless, and because he had more than a foot in height and at least fifty pounds on her, she did not fight him. She regretted that when he took her over to sit on his lap. "You are such a little brat, with that sharp tongue. Be careful, or I may put it to other uses." "Look, just leave ok?" Her voice was soft now, and he could tell she was trying to convince him in a different way. But the sound of her sweet little voice made his cock surge in his pants, and so her fate was sealed. "On your knees." She looked him in the eye, in complete disbelief. "Now. Don't make me wait." She slid to her knees, but she wasn't sure why. Something about him made her want to obey. Something in his tone made her fear the consequences. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hardon. All this chatting had really gotten him worked up. "Be a good little girl, and suck." Her mouth found its way, slowly breathing her warm breath onto him. She saw that he shuddered, and took it as a sign to continue. She licked up the side of him, tracing the veins with her tongue as if it were a roadmap to sexual success. When she finally closed her mouth over his tip, he had grown impatient. He held the back of her head as he thrust upwards. His thrusts were strong and deliberate. He did not want to hurt her, only to fuck her pretty little mouth. Hell, maybe he did want to hurt her a little. But he knew that any pain he gave her would be pain she would enjoy. When he had sufficiently fucked her mouth, he said, "Open your throat to me. Take my cock." She did, and it was bliss. The way her throat tightened around him, the cute little gagging noises, it was too much. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. He stood and came all over her breasts and mouth, making sure to land a bit in her mouth. He watched as she cleaned him off, then swallowed the cum in her mouth. She then proceeded to eat the cum that had landed on her lips and cheek, and she smiled softly when she had finished. "Why do you fight me when you enjoy this so much?" She suddenly seemed ashamed, and he watched as her walls, which just moments ago had vanished, rebuilt themselves. "You got what you wanted. You should go." He fixed his clothes, and stood in front of her. It was quite a picture. Him, standing above her, arms crossed, looking down on her. She, sitting on the floor, sticky with cum, looking up at him. "I'm not leaving until we get you cleaned up and in bed." He then reached down and picked her up. He cradled her in his arms, and carried her up the stairs. He put her on the bed, and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, then came back to her. He reached for her panties, and she looked up at him, warily. "You can't shower in these." He slid them down her body and off her legs. Right, left. Then he stood her up and removed her bra. He then walked with her into the bathroom, and helped her into the shower. He went back into the bedroom, and sat, waiting. She came out, minutes later, a towel wrapped around her. She slowly made her way to the other side of the bed. "Are you staying?" She realized that her behavior now had become so docile, she was now a quiet, meek little thing. "Not if you'd rather I go." She began to dry off, the cold air did nothing to cool his gaze on her. He came to the other side of the bed, and grabbed the lotion from the nightstand. He gently massaged the lotion on every inch of her, until she was moaning softly at his caresses. He pulled back the comforter and the sheet, and helped her into bed. He got in too, with her back pressed against him, and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her shoulder, and then the base of her neck. By the time his lips reached behind her ear, his hand had traveled down to find her wet spot. He touched her nub, just barely, and enjoyed the jump she made. Her back pressed harder against him, as his fingers continued their assault. He flicked his finger gently back and forth, giving her enough pleasure to keep her aroused, but not enough to cum. "Please.." "Please.. What? Say what you want, pet." "Please make me cum sir." That was all she needed to say. He increased the pressure on her swollen bud, and soon she was cumming. She moaned, screamed, spoke words that were not of any human language; and at the end, she lie there, gripping his arm that had remained around her. She finally caught her breath and spoke her mind. "I guess I'm just a bit nervous about giving up control to a complete stranger." "My name is William. Now we are acquainted." He planted another kiss on her neck, then shifted to get up, but she held on to his arm. "Will you stay? Until.. Until I fall asleep?" He smiled inwardly, and pulled her further into him. "Yes. Goodnight little girl." ~*~*~ He was gone. She shouldn't have been upset, but she was. This man, this stranger, this... William. He had come into her life and taken hold of her. "Fuckin bastard," she cursed to herself out loud. "He does what ever he wants, takes what he wants. He doesn't care that I need stability. Doesn't give two shits about the fact that I don't just screw around. No, he just comes in and gives me the most amazing, dirty, kinky...," her face started to grow warm as she thought about the sex they had shared. The slapping, the choking, the spanking.. Hell, even last night he had held her so possessively while she came. She came to his touch while he held her firmly in his arms. "...fucker." She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "You sound like a crazy person when you talk to yourself like that." And there he was again, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. "You know, I'm a little hurt. I care about the things you need. How could I not? Giving you pleasure...," he made his way back to the bed, sauntering over, stalking her like prey. "..gives me the ultimate pleasure. The way your eyes light up when you cum.. The way you shake and shiver, like tremors after an earthquake.. It is so, unbelievably, and undeniably sexy." He had reached her now, and was hovering above her, looking down at her while she lie on her back staring up at him. "Oh." He knelt down on the bed, and climbed above her. She instinctively spread her thighs and he found his place between them. "You need stability," he took her hand and placed it on his chest. "I am stable. I'm as sturdy as a man gets. And I love that you don't screw around. It keeps that little pussy tight for me." She turned her head in disgust, a bit of embarrassment setting in. "Is that all I am? Is that all you want? To fuck me? Because you've had me. You don't have to string me along anymore." His hand brought her face back to him, his eyes explored hers. "Do you think I would have stayed last night? If that was all I wanted?" He settled his mouth on hers, gently kissing, then biting her supple bottom lip. "No. I will have your body, your mind, and one day.. Your heart." It was one thing to toy with her body the way he did, but her emotions? She pushed at his chest to find that he was impossible to move. "Get off me. I have to go to work." She looked at the wall, terrified to make eye contact. He sat up, and moved to his side, allowing her space to get out of bed. "You know, you don't have to be so afraid of me. I won't cause you any permanent pain." She looked back at him, the window casting a glow on her naked body. She looked like an angel, and indeed, he knew she was. "Thats what they all say." She walked into the bathroom to shower, and he waited until she got in to leave. He stepped outside and felt the breeze on his face. He breathed in the fresh air; it smelled of roses and lilac. As he made his way over to his car, he smiled. She would fight him on this, but he knew they were a perfect match. She could withstand his power, and he was weak to her charm. She would give him her heart in due time. Until then, he had to finish winning over her mind. Come Into the Dark Ch. 04 Here is the latest installment of CITD. I want you guys to know that reading your comments really inspires me. Also, pay close attention: things are going to get shaken up! I will also be posting one (possibly two) teasers for other stories I've been working on. Let me know what you think! xxo Mickey * His charm was debilitating. Sure, she tried to fight him off, but soon she was submersed in his scent and his smile. He knew exactly how to manipulate her. He knew her buttons and exactly how to carress- no- push them. The truth was, she could avoid him like flies could avoid shit. Not at all. She had been working on this new ad campaign, and today, for the first time, she would present in front of the higher ups in the company. Usually, she spoke only to the clients, but this case was different because the CEO of the company had taken a particular interest in the client. Perhaps that was because signing this deal meant ten million dollars of extra revenue for the next three years. Yea, she'd be cautious too. After everything with William, she had felt so unsure about herself. The man had preyed on her. And she had simply stood there and let him take her. But that night with him, when he held her in his arms, so strong and sure of himself, so protective and...sweet? Well that night made her wonder if he meant what he said. It made her think that maybe he really did want more than just her body. For some reason, that scared her more than if he had only wanted sex. ~*~*~ She finished the last of her notes, and headed to the boardroom. She was always the first to arrive. Getting there twenty minutes before a presentation started didn't hurt. Grabbed some tea, set up her notes, brought up the slide show... click She turned around to see that the president of the company, along with the VP, CEO, and their secretaries had all decided to be early as well. "Mister Campanelli, so nice to finally meet you!" She practically ran over, her hand extended, beads of sweat threatening to appear noticeably on her forehead. "You must be Miss Benson. I've heard great things about you young lady. I'm not sure you've met Greg Pierce, our CEO, and Henry George, our VP." She shook their hands, and smiled the biggest smile she could bare, until her cheeks ached. "Such an honor to meet you all, really." "I hope you've got something great for us, Benson. This account could be the best deal we've ever signed. And if you're the reason, well, there could be amazing things in your future." Greg smiled and winked at her, causing her light brown skin to redden. She cleared her throat as they took their seats, and soon others began to fill the room. It was strange for her to see so many people in the room. More than five was very abnormal. There was only one seat left, in the room that could house twenty, just moments before the presentation. "Is everyone here? Shall I begin?" She looked around, unsure of which faces were of the most important. A woman spoke up- "The CFO of the company is running late. He said to start without him." Jenifer nodded. "Well then. Welcome, and thank you for coming. My name is Jenifer Benson, and I'm the head of marketing here at CPG. Each of you will find a packet in front of you that explains, in detail, everything we will go over here today, as well as a flash drive with all of the slides and animations..." ~*~*~ William pressed the button for the elevator for the third time in less than a minute. He was anxious. He couldn't wait to see her face when he walked in to view her presentation. He heard the dinging, and the doors open. He smiled as he entered and pressed the button for the fifth floor. ~*~*~ "Criag Cosmetics will be an innovator because selling cosmetics, for you, is not about making women beautiful, but rather enhancing the beauty that each woman already has. By using women who are not celebrities or supermodels, you can appeal to the everyday woman and give her more confidence than a catchy tag line. She doesn't have to spend all of her money on foundation and a special name- she gets a favorable product for a reasonable price." click That must be the CFO, mister Craig, she thought. She turned toward the back of the room to see a shadowy figure entering. With the lights off, it was impossible to see all the way back there. "Please, continue," was all he said. "Actually, that about sums up the presentation. Lucy, will you hit the lights for me? We will now have some time for questions and response." The lights came on, and as her eyes adjusted, she made out the last arrival. "Yes. Just from scanning through this packet, I can see that a lot of work has been done to show us something new and exciting. How do we know this will work? I mean, it sounds lovely, but where is the proof?" Jen stood silently, watching the ocean in his eyes wash over her repeatedly. All eyes were on her, but his burned straight through her. She wanted to answer the woman's question, but she was frozen. "Uhm," she cleared her throat, "starting on page thirteen there is a series of studies and surveys. Many of the surveys were taken by a third party company that we often use for projects such as these. On page seventeen, one survey in particular points of that middle class women, ages 25-40, especially those with children, would prefer to see women that look like them in television ads. They want to see women of all shapes, sizes, and colors presenting them with a product that can be bought and used with ease." She nodded. "You've done your homework." William nodded and rose from his seat. He walked over, as if he was gliding on air. "There is something about you, and this company, that makes me think I can trust you. He reached her, and took her hand in his. "I'm sold." If her jaw had dropped any further, it would have rolled under the table. Then Campanelli and Pierce stood immediately, and came over to shake hands with William, and made sure to give her a strong pat on the back. She shook hands with the rest of the guests and made small talk, then packed up her things. Nearly everyone had cleared out, but for William and Mister Pierce. She headed for the door when she heard William call out, "Wait, Ms. Benson, I insist.. Come with us to dinner tonight to celebrate." She nodded and walked out, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. ~*~*~ She had just made it back to her office when her phone rang. "Jenifer Benson." "Miss Benson, John Campanelli. You did a fantastic job landing that deal today. Take the rest of the day off. Use the company card and buy yourself something new for dinner tonight. It's the very least we can do." "Thank you so much sir." "Eight P.M. And we'll be sending a car to pick you up around seven thirty. We tend to indulge, and we can't have you driving home, can we?" She laughed. "No sir. Thank you sir. I'll see you at eight." ~*~*~ She walked into the boutique and sighed. All the frilly dresses in cream and pastel colors would make her nautious. This was the place her secretary suggested? Lucy was going to get chewed out on Monday. She perused the aisle for all of three seconds before a woman interrupted the silence. "Hello miss. Welcome to Facade. May I assist you?" "Sure, uhm.." Jen raised her brow and gestured to the woman. "Megan." Her wide smile did nothing to set Jen at ease. Something dark lingered behind those eyes, and Jen was not interested in finding out what it was. "That's a lovely perfume you're wearing. What brand is it, may I ask?" "It's dove. Soap. I didn't have time for perfume this morning. You know, Meg, on second thought, I think I'm going to head home." She headed for the door, trying to figure out how quickly her legs could carry her without running. "It was nice meeting you, Jen." The associate called out behind her. 'How did she know my name?' ~*~*~ She walked into the restaurant and immediately caught his gaze. He was standing by the bar, sipping something that looked absolutely delicious. Almost as delicious as him. His dark grey suit and black shirt made his eyes seem brighter, and she couldn't help but feel pulled into him. 'I'll have what he's having,' she thought. He was taking her in. He half expected something that covered her from head to toe, perhaps a pant suit or a floor legnth gown. But she had surprised him. Her dress was a knee length one, form fitting, with sleeves that covered just her shoulders, capping them. It was almost like something Jackie O. would have worn, with the squared shape at the top, but it showed a hint of cleavage and a wealth of her back. Even with her full breasts, he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. They were perky enough without one. His eyes dropped down, past her flat tummy and wide hips, to a purple peep toe pump, and before he knew it, she was tapping her foot in front of him. "My face is up here, William." Her facial expression said she was annoyed, but something in her eyes said otherwise. "Forgive me. I was just admiring you all dressed up. Very sexy." He smiled a crooked smile that made her knees weak, and she reached out to place her hand on the stool nearby. "For the lady." The bartender slid a glass toward her, and gave her a wink. It looked a lot like lemonade, but with blueberries in the bottom. She directed her glance to William. "Your doing? What is this thing anyway?" "Nevermind that. We should sit. Our table is ready." His arm found its place around her waist, and he walked with her over to the table. They greeted Campanelli and Pierce, then William helped her into her seat. ~*~*~ The evening had gone by quickly, with five courses, some witty conversation and quite a few compliments thrown her way. Jen was just finishing her creme brûlée when she felt a hand on her thigh. Campanelli held her gaze for a split second before she heard William clear his throat. She looked over at him, and watched as he stared at Campanelli. Pierce had gone to the restroom, and with only Jen to restrain William, it looked like someone was soon to lose an appendage. Campanelli saw the fright on Jen's face, and turned just in time to see William's eyes go black. Jen felt her heart beat faster and louder, the sound of it pounding in her ears as if she was sitting beside a bass drum. The cerulean sea of calm had turned to a pitch black hole. "..William..." She could feel him. His thoughts danced in her mind, and she heard him speak, though his mouth did not open. "William..!" Suddenly he broke his stare, he looked down at the empty plate before him. Campanelli sat completely still, his hand long gone from her thigh. It was as if he were in a trance. Slowly, the room seemed to come back to life, as her hearing was no longer consumed by the sound of her own heartbeat, but by the woman at the next table and her horrid laugh. "We've all had a bit much to drink. Maybe it's time to call it a night?" She spoke these words directly to her last bite of creme brûlée. Her eyes concentrated on the flame in the center of the table. The oil burning candle yielded a dancing fire that flickered as if it, too, was afraid of what may happen next. Pierce sat back down to silence, and Campanelli finally spoke. "Greg, get the check. We're leaving." With that, he stood and buttoned his suit jacket. "Mister Craig, it was a pleasure." He made his way, swiftly, out of the restaurant; turning back every now and again as if he expected to have been followed. William stood and extended his hand to Jenifer. "I'll take you home." She would have argued with him, but his eyes were still dark, and his tone had not left any room for disagreement. She stood and smoothed her dress, then nodded to Pierce. Even with the slight smile she gave him, he was still very, very confused. ~*~*~ The ride home was a quiet one. That is, until she realized that they were going in the wrong direction. "William... Were are we going?" He shifted gears and picked up speed. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched. He didn't respond. He didn't even look like he'd heard her. "William. William!" He just kept driving until they pulled up into the driveway of a mansion on the very outskirts of the city. She hadn't been paying attention on the highway, so she wasn't at all sure where they were. "I'm not getting out of this car until you tell me where we are and what's going on. What's wrong with you? And what was that business at dinner? And how did you eyes-" "This is my home. You are staying with me tonight." He unlocked the car doors and stepped out of the vehicle. She reached over for the door handle, but he was there before she could open it. She stepped out of the car and his hand found its place on the small of her back. She heard the sound of metal, and turned to see iron gates closing behind them. This had been a very strange night. They got into the house and he went up the stairs. She watched him climb the tall curved staircase, watched him enter a room, and the door slam behind him. 'Drama queen,' she thought. The house had to have been hundreds of years old. Tucked away in the woods, she figured it could not be seen from far out. She browsed through the rooms, looked at all the books, the furniture, the artwork.. Paintings. Many of William. There was one, though, that caught her eye. It was him, in a garden. He was staring straight at the artist, his eyes bore into her. She felt unbearably warm, and beads of sweat started to form. It felt like her body had been set aflame, and the center of the fire was between her thighs. "Do you like it." Suddenly he was there, standing behind her, his lips grazing her ear. "The woman who painted it.. You remind me of her." Her breathing was coming quickly, and soon, she was panting. Her skin became damp and he could no longer bear it. He traced his tongue down her neck, and over her shoulder, slipping the sleeve down to her arm. "The way you taste.." He turned her to face him, and she met his gaze once more. His eyes had returned to blue, but were hooded with desire. "Jenifer, if I take you tonight, you will be forever connected to me. Do you understand?" She didn't understand, but she nodded her acceptance. She could fight him no longer. He held, over her, something too powerful for her to resist. He kissed her and she melted into him. He was stable. He was.. Perfect. Her arms connected around his neck, and he swept her into his arms. It was as if she were dreaming. Before she knew it, she was sitting atop a huge bed. This bed.. It could fit ten people in it. She had never seen anything like it. He began to undress before her, their eyes locked as his hand found the buttons on his black satin shirt. She watched as he slid the shirt over his toned shoulders, observed the light trail of hair that led into his pants. His dark grey slacks fell to reveal black boxer briefs. She bit her lip upon seeing the bulge that resided therein. He approached her, barefoot and boxer clad. His eyes never left hers, and it made her tremble. When he reached her, she felt a chill, and looked down to see that she was naked. "How-" Her question was cut off by the softness of his kiss. He guided her back, until he lie atop her, holding her face in his hand. His thumb caressed her cheek, as he pulled her pouty bottom lip into his mouth. He bit it, seemingly softly, but it stung and drew a drop of blood. He traced the wound with his tongue, and pulled her on top of him. They sat that way for what seemed like an eternity. She refused to look away, while he could not. As if she read his mind, she moved to the side and began to pull his boxers off. She admired his flawless body; his toned muscle, his tan skin, his throbbing erection. When they were off she climbed above him once more, straddling him, her wet heat pressed against his hardness. "What do you want me to do Sir?" He grabbed her by her hair and pulled it from the bun it was in. Chocolate tresses framed her face, and he smiled to himself. He pulled her down in another kiss, and a low growl came from his throat. She felt the tip of his cock at her entrace, pressing upward. She sat up and slowly took him in. A long slow moan escaped her lips as each inch penetrated her, filling her just a bit more than the last. He seemed to feel bigger each time they made love. She slowly rocked her hips above him, each time feeling as though a miniature orgasm racked through her. His eyes grew darker by the minute, and soon she was staring into eyes that were pitch black, just like in the restaurant. She feared him, and yet her fear made her even more lustful. Her hips picked up pace, and soon she was screaming her pleasure. "Take me, William. Fuck me." He flipped her over as the words left her mouth and pounded into her. His arm around her waist pulled her further into him while his other arm rested beneath her head. His mouth found hers once more as his tongue explored the warm cavern of her mouth. She felt his cock surge within her, expanding and contracting, and she knew that his release would soon come. "You are mine, Jenna. You are forever mine." Those words sent her over the edge, and she exploded onto him. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt her orgasm crash over her. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing his cock, milking him, as she writhed and moaned beneath him. She could not stop shaking, and he could not stop his assault. "You like that? Do you like hearing that?" "Mmm.." was all she could get out. She finally opened her eyes to see that his eyes, in their entirety, had turned black. There was no iris, no pupil, no whites of his eyes. Startled, she tried to climb away, but he held her firmly in his grip. His lips parted, and she watched as his face took on a pained expression. His thrusts became harder, inflicting her pussy with more pain to mingle with the pleasure. "Do not be afraid," he whispered. At that moment, she felt him begin to surge within her again. Even in her fear, she came again. She gasped as she felt it begin anew, this time much different than the last. She felt her body gripping him tightly, her legs around his back, her arms around his neck, her pussy closing around his cock, she knew she could not move. She screamed as he groaned, both staring into each other's eyes as they came harder than they had ever cum before. Soon they both lie very still, both trying to catch their breath. She could feel his cock, still hard inside her. He kissed her once more, and her pussy contracted around him. He inhaled deeply and a broken moan escaped his lips. They lie there that way for just a few more moments before she drifted off to sleep. ~*~*~ The sun was bright, and it pained her eyes. She turned over and nuzzled into him, his arm instinctively finding its way around her, pulling her close. She was about to begin her dream again when she thought back to the night before. His eyes.. She jumped up and pushed herself away from him. His eyes opened, and she was trapped in his stare. Strands of black hair covered his eyes, but that cerulean sea could not be contained. "What are you." She didn't ask. She demanded. He smiled lightly and sat up, pushing the hair out of his face. "I am a man in love. With you." She crawled out of the huge bed, and found her dress from the night before. "A man. A man, and what else? I saw the way your eyes changed. I could feel your mood. I heard your thoughts last night. Don't tell me I was imagining it all. Something isn't right. I need to know." He sighed and pulled back the cover. His cock was hard again, and it stole her attention for a moment's time. She blinked and he was suddenly standing in front of her, his eyes bearing into hers. 'You heard my thoughts because I have shared my seed with you. Because each time we are together, I give a bit of myself to you. And I take a bit of you as well.' Come Into the Dark Ch. 04 She didn't understand it. She had been caught in his stare, but she knew that his lips had not moved. 'Am I hearing your thoughts?' She tilted her head in confusion and watched as his eyes lit up. 'Yes. And you are sending yours to me as well. You have picked it up faster than I expected.' The two stood for a moment, not a word leaving their mouths, not a thought in their minds. "This is weird. Can we just talk? Like.. Normal people? I need some coffee." Jen shifted her weight to one side, and ran her fingers through her hair. "And I need a shower. Care to join me?" She knew where a shower would lead, and right now, she had enough clouding her thoughts. "No thanks. Coffee. Do you have a coffee pot?" "Yea. But I'm sure Foreman is awake, so don't bother making it yourself. Just head down to the kitchen, and he'll make you some. I'll be down shortly." She slipped on yesterday's panties and his black shirt. She buttoned it enough so that her breasts didn't fall out of the top, and headed downstairs. 'Bastard didn't answer my question..' She reached the kitchen after getting turned around -twice- and greeted Foreman, the butler. "Hi, uhm.. Foreman, is it?" The old man smiled and gave her a cup of coffee. "And you must be madam Jenifer. I have heard much about you. All good, of course." "Of course." Her words came out sprinkled with sarcasm, and it was not lost on him. She took a sip of the coffee and set the mug on the island. "So, tell me Foreman, what have I gotten myself into?" He folded his arms in front of him, and twisted his lips. "He is a good man. He will take good care of you." She leaned over and tried to read the old man's expression. There was something he had not told her. "What is he?" "I think that is for him to say." Just then, the doorbell rang. Foreman excused himself and went to answer it. She followed him and leaned against the archway that separated the kitchen and the foyer. He opened the door and stood frighteningly still when he laid eyes on the person on the other side. A woman. "Hello Foreman. Long time, no see. Is William around?" The blonde pushed past Foreman and entered the foyer. Bright red stilettos and a tan knee length peacoat showed her long legs off well. She was gorgeous. She began to remove her coat when she saw Jen in the corner. She paused, then shrugged the coat off. She handed it to Foreman, then began her walk over. "And... Who the hell is this?" Jenifer tried to remain calm, tried to push herself further into the wall. She cleared her throat as if she was going to speak, but before she could, the woman had stopped. The two of them looked up to see William, in a towel, at the top of the staircase looking down. William had felt her presence just as he got out of the shower. He had been standing in the upstairs hallway when he heard her come in. And he heard the thoughts that she was having about Jenifer. There would not be any of that. "Clarissa, never a pleasure." In an instant he was beside Jenifer, his body shielding her from anything Clarissa might try. "Who is your little friend, William?" Clarissa was staring a hole through Jen's head. "And why is she wearing your FUCKING CLOTHES?" "Clarissa, I'm only going to ask once. Leave." He could hear her plotting the ways she would hurt Jen. He would kill her first. "Now." "But baby.. I just got here. She took another step forward before William was in front of her, his grip firmly placed around her throat. "I told you, it's over. I don't want you. I will not have you." His voice was like a whisper, but his hand threatened to snap her neck. "Get the fuck out of my house, or I will show you out." She pulled away from him, and stormed toward the door. Foreman held her coat out as she flew by him, and left, slamming the door behind her. William turned back around, immediately concerned for Jen. "Are you alright?" "I'm gonna go get my coffee, and then you are going to tell me everything that I don't know." With that, Jen turned and headed for the kitchen. William sighed and followed close behind. He would tell her everything. For her safety, she needed to know.