3 comments/ 5972 views/ 5 favorites SoulStar Pt. 01 By: BeautyBeast Something was coming, she could feel it. Ariel Starr stood up, scared yet ready to confront whatever it was waiting outside for her. The loud bang at the door made her heart jump. She had no idea what was going on outside and the yelling she had heard downstairs had her nearly paralyzed with anxiety. J-Mac, her new boss and famous rap sensation had simply put the gun on the magnificent CEO desk, then told her to use it if necessary, before locking her inside the state of the art studio. "J-Mac?!" Her strikingly elemental voice called out. There was no answer. Only ominous silence. Suddenly the banging noise upon the door was repeated- only this time it was more like a small explosion. Ariel's voice froze in her throat and her panic choked her. She heard the bolt slide back and the doors shuddered open to reveal her Ex-Fiancée standing on the landing. His broad, muscular chest was heaving and he was bleeding from a jagged cut on his arm. Where he was usually well-put together and elegant, he looked wild and crazy. He was almost disturbingly handsome, in contrast to her simply gorgeous, classic features. Ariel found her voice again and she gasped loudly, tightening her slender, finely boned fingers around the .32 caliber Beretta. She had no idea how to use a gun and her heart was threatening to leap out of her chest. The deep love and sorrow she had for losing Eric coursed through her. But if this man had caused several explosions and fearful shouts down below, she might be forced to preserve herself. "Really? J-Mac? Fuck him." Dark sandy hair fell into Eric's deep, evergreen eyes, which were already softening at the sight of his lost love. Eric was only 6"2, but he appeared larger than life...and armed. Ariel's eyes fell upon the wicked blade that was covered in blood. Fear welled up in her. "Stay back, Eric!" Her voice rang through the studio like a warning shot. There was a pause and they locked eyes. Even despite the situation, Ariel looked like a goddess. Classically draped in a crystal embellished, bronze, iridescent fabric, Eric could see every angle of her show stopping curves. Her seriously long, dark legs were in plain sight. Eric experienced a flashback of her wrapping those legs around him, breathlessly saying his name over and over again. Without warning, Eric charged forward. Ariel aimed, purposefully angling the gun downwards. It clicked as her ex-man made contact with her soft body. She let out a partially muffled shout as Eric bodily lifted and brought her down. He gathered his knees beneath him, bending them rapidly as they descended together, down onto the thick, blood-red carpeting. Eric's eyes had changed color to a silvery-gray hue and his gaze penetrated Ariel's defiant brown ones. Eric's voice sounded harsh and jarring to her ears. "So you were gonna shoot me?" Ariel struggled and Eric lowered his body over hers, squeezing the air out of her lungs, slightly. Her struggling ended for the moment. "Huh?" Eric's hands easily cupped Ariel's shoulders and he gave her a shake. She was just as mad as he was and she chose her words carefully. "I spent time in the hood, so don't you ever underestimate me." Eric's eyes flashed and Ariel could see anger and pain rippling back and forth between them. "Takes one to know one. I paid more dues in the projects than you'll ever know." Drawing in a deep, sudden breath, Ariel slipped her hand out from underneath Eric's big frame and slapped him across the face, hard as she could. Her nails had jabbed him slightly, scratching up his face. His head turned slightly in the wake of the blow. Ariel could tell how mad he was before he did himself. "It's over Eric, you already know! You only cheat once!" Her voice had risen a few octaves in pitch, sounding legitimately afraid. Eric's eyes met hers again and this time she wasn't sure what she saw there. What she did know is that they were speaking volumes. They said; "It's not over...by a long shot". The long lost but never forgotten part of Eric kicked in, the cold part of him meeting the hot intensity that had been building between himself and Ariel. He wanted to take her. Take her back right then and there. The storm was upon them. "Eric?" Ariel's soft, slightly raspy voice was tinged with regret. She had no idea what was going down next. Eric seized Ariel's tapered waist tightly, swinging her up and over his shoulder as he stood. Her voice called out to him as she clawed air. "Eric what are you doing? This isn't you!" Eric used his other arm like a giant restraint, wrapping it tightly around Ariel's kicking legs. She was spazzing out, having realized her mistake too late. Her ex-fiancée sounded foreign and guttural to her as he commanded her to shut up, something he had never done before. Eric kicked the door open and made a sharp turn into the hallway. Ariel was losing steam as she tried to flop out of his arms. He was almost like a human straightjacket. Whatever he had in mind, it was going to happen. He kicked open another door. Ariel had never been this far back into the mansion, but she knew it was a bedroom of some sort. She filled up with even more panic and...lust? If she could, she would have slapped herself. Only God knew what was about to take place and she was getting turned on! "Eric, baby..." Ariel gasped sharply, her sentence cleaved in two as she was suddenly air bound. Eric had tossed her onto the bed as if she were a kitten. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" It was dark in here but the moonlight had broken through the clouds and illuminated Eric. He looked good, but he looked bad. Crazy, sexy, bad. The blood was starting to clot on his arm wound and his shirt had ripped halfway open from all the commotion. He looked like a Greek God of war that was not at all happy to have crash-landed on earth. On his normally smooth face, Ariel could see where she'd left three scratches and tiny droplets of blood. "What have I done?" she thought, shaking her head. A ripple moved through him and Ariel braced herself, but she heard him backtrack. A number of bolts slid home, resounding with the clash of metal on metal. "Oh my God", Ariel thought. He was going to take her, keep her prisoner... against her will. He turned around so fast it was alarming. Ariel braced herself again. SoulStar Pt. 02 He took a leap of a stride in her direction and Ariel turned her body, aiming to dive off the other side of the bed. But the bed was gigantic, and before she could execute the move, Eric's arms ensnared her, like steel vines, pulling her back towards him. Her nails caught in the sheets as he continued to pull her back. "Eric, you're making...a mistake..." She managed to gasp out. Eric shook her once, recklessly, to stop her from speaking. His added violence silenced her instantly. He flipped her onto her back and pinned both of her wrists to the bed with one giant hand. Then he rolled his weight down on her somewhat roughly, aligning his full lips with her ear. "I would never betray your love." "Liar!" Eric 's hand found Ariel's delicate throat and began squeezing. Not enough to endanger her, but enough to scare her...and turn her on even more. She felt herself get wet, and cursed herself mentally for it. Eric's breath was haggard, hot on her face. "That was Adrienne Renoir. We're friends, and business associates." A light bulb went on in the messy web of emotions that was Ariel's mind. The artist? Eric could see the realization in her eyes and he released his grip on her throat. Ariel gasped for air and her arms went slack as the oxygen flooded her. She could barely speak. "So what'd you do? Paint her body with your tongue?! You bastard..." Ariel was heady from the rush of oxygen straight to the brain. She noticed Eric looking at her hand. "Where's your ring?" He sounded pissed. "I don't...I don't know." Eric slapped her. Ariel screamed, more from the shock than the pain. She couldn't believe that in all the action, she had misplaced her two-hundred-seventy-five thousand dollar engagement ring. "Baby I'm sorry... just let me go...please..." Eric looked like he wanted to slap her again. Ariel braced herself for it, shutting her eyes. Instead, Eric's ring finger pushed deep past her lips, into her dampness. She gasped. "You're wet. You... like this." Ariel turned her face away, ashamed. Eric beckoned inside her with his finger. She moaned as he slipped a second finger in. He let go of her bruised wrists and Ariel began to feel the bulge against her thigh. Eric's fingers went to work and Ariel's hands began sliding up the headboard, gripping it in urgency. But it just wasn't right. She still didn't have proof that he was telling the truth about Adrienne. She attempted to push herself away, succeeding, while Eric's guard was down. Eric made a noise that sounded like a low, human growl as he snatched Ariel away from the edge of the bed. Her pulse quickened, breathing offbeat. Eric overpowered her mercilessly, turning her over onto her stomach. His breath tickled her ear once more. "The only way out of here is in my arms, as my fiancée- Ariel bucked again, using her last ounce of strength. Eric continued nonplussed. "With my fucking ring on your finger." "Fuck you." Eric's rough grip made Ariel cry out. Then his fingers slipped up underneath the dazzling chain J-Mac had given her earlier, celebrating her new status as a Hype Artist. Eric pulled forward on the chain, causing Ariel's head to jerk forward slightly. "You lost the ring but you let some rapper brand you?" "Eric, no!" He peeled the heavy chain off her queenly neck and stood. Ariel wanted to get it together, and try, yet again to escape, but her fight was almost gone. She felt the cold metal of the chain against her ankles, tightening painfully. "Eric...please...I'm already hurt." He responded by seizing the fabric of the unbelievably expensive goddess-like dress J-Mac had bought her, shredding it with inhuman strength. Part of Ariel wanted to attack her gorgeous ex-fiancée for treating her like some ho, but another part of her, deep down inside, wanted him more than ever. Eric paused, taking in her nakedness. Her perfectly perky, nearly D Cup breasts sat up for him, chocolate nipples small and fully alert. Her toned, 23-inch waist flowed into gorgeously rounded hips. Her gift of womanhood was concealed, hiding behind iridescent black panties. "So, my future wife shows up to another man's house, nearly naked. Wearing his chain, like she's down with him owning her like that...while I sit at home, scratching my head, trying to come up with a killer plan to win her back." Ariel was shaking her head, pleading with her big, brown eyes. Her hair had spilled out of its elegant updo, sweat activating the curls in her blown out hair yet again. "It's not what it looks like...but...if you really love me, you'll-" Eric raised a hand, utterly silencing her in one motion. His voice was shaking when she heard it next. "I change my mind. The only way you're leaving here...is with my seed inside of you... With my ring...practically glued... to your finger. And if I have to force you to crawl around on all fours just to find it? Then fuck it. So be it." Strangely, Ariel's desire peaked and she found her fight again, as she used her abdominal muscles to push herself upwards, however, Eric moved swiftly to hold her down. The struggle was making her more and more wet with each passing millisecond. "We can talk about this...we can...Eric?!" She heard the telltale noise of a zipper going down. Ariel also heard voices outside. "They're in my bedroom! Hurry up! Open this shit!" Eric heard, but at this point, he frankly didn't give a damn. Ariel had driven him crazy. He would never even become half this out of his mind, for any other woman. Ever. He moved the fabric of her thong aside, exposing her beautifully smooth mound. Ariel clenched her thighs, and they held for a second, before he pushed past her defenses, inserting 11 inches of hard determination deep inside of her. Ariel's head rolled back and she gasped more and more with every inch. Her arms betrayed her, and they circled Eric's neck as he began thrusting deeply. He was measuring his strokes, Ariel could tell, so that she could feel every inch of his anger. Feel all the pain she had caused him. Her involuntary moans betrayed her intense passion to Eric, and her soft, plump lips parted slightly. Small upper, full lower. They tensed in unison. "I'm sorry I left you." Music to his ears. But he was still beyond pissed, as the banging outside got louder. Reality confronted him. He had broken into the home of a platinum-selling recording artist, fuuucked up a business mogul worth billions of dollars, retaken his ex-fiancée against her will, holed her up in her boss's bedroom as his hostage and tied her up with the diamond encrusted Hype Chain. If he got out of here alive, he would lose everything. But still...he had to fulfill his promise to Ariel. He had always been a man of his word. The fire recharged in Eric as Ariel's eyes opened, wondering why he'd stopped. Her conscious mind was coming back online. This was it, his last chance show her that she belonged to him. Eric pulled out quickly and flipped Ariel over onto her stomach again. The thin black t-shape of her g-string had almost disappeared into her sumptuous behind. He could barely make it out as ripped it off of her effortlessly, tossing it behind him somewhere. A bolt of sexual electricity surged through Ariel. Totally against her better judgment, she began to ease up. His hand gripped her throat, and she knew she was near climaxing. She also knew what time it was and wasn't sure if...without warning, Eric began pounding Ariel relentlessly. Her soaking wet womanhood tightened around his penis. Screams of passion, pleasure and pain exploded from her as the bed frame shook. In the explosive moment, the clasp of the chain broke almost symbolically, freeing Ariel's captive ankles. Outside, J-Mac swore, punching a wall. Jack the Billionaire Baron let his ruined face fall into his hands. Christian, a well-trained ex-member of the Israel Special Forces continued to work tirelessly at the lock. He wanted blood. The man who had caused this bullshit had humiliated him tonight. And this was not a job, or a fight he was willing to lose. Inside, Ariel began calling out Eric's name as her stilettos grazed his back, arms tightening even more around his neck as she held on, never wanting to let go. She took Eric's vehement strokes like a seasoned pro, holding on for dear life. Eric kept his pace up, lowering his mouth to Ariel's breasts. He took the left nipple in his mouth and began sucking slowly, in contrast to the way in which he nailed her with wild and reckless abandon. He knew Ariel was about to blow, and he was too. He heard sirens outside the mansion and the sound of a helicopter hummed near, as the banging on the door escalated. He looked deeply into Ariel's eyes, straight to her soul. His sheer passion and bittersweet desperation almost sending her over the edge. "Ariel, I love you." Tears of passion welled up in her eyes. The banging was getting even louder. J-Mac's pissed off, extra deep voice penetrated the walls. "Yo, Soul! When I get in there, I'mma fuckin' kill you!" Eric continued. "I didn't fuck Adrienne...I was commissioning a sculpture from her...for you." Ariel clenched her eyes and tears leaked out of both of her eyes. She had left him for trying to proclaim his love to her, in a way nobody else ever could. "I believe you baby...I believe you." Eric was still thrusting in her, though his pace had slowed. He began to speed up again however, but Ariel had just one more question. "But Gianna...she stayed behind..." The anger returned and Eric's thrusts became more ruthless. "She's lying...whore. She destroyed the home...that we built..." Ariel shut her eyes as they rolled back in her head with every forceful thrust. And all of a sudden, realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Gianna taking off her coat at the condo, telling Ariel she would "deal" with Eric. Her sexy little outfit, the gleam in her eye, the ease with which she had given Ariel the key to one of Jack's summer homes... "OhhhhhHHH Gaaawd!-" Ariel's mouth formed an O as Eric exploded inside her. She waterfalled onto the mattress just as J-Mac kicked the door in.