0 comments/ 38432 views/ 6 favorites Twisted Love Ch. 01 By: darkknight0307 Chapter One: Not So happy Holidays A light snow shower begins to fall in the clear, cold night. After a few minutes, it begins to pick up and pours from the sky like grains of sand escaping and tumbling from your hand. It doesn't take long for the entire area to be coated in the white powder. It's truly a winter wonderland. He didn't count on the snow being so heavy and thick. It complicates his plans somewhat, more of a chance to get caught with the tracks. Maybe the cunt won't put up much of a fight, and the snow will cover their tracks. It might work out after all. The radio's low playing of the same, old, crappy Christmas music floats in and out of his head as he goes over the plan again in his head. Break in, find the stupid bitch, tie her up, bag and gag her, and get her the fuck out and into the car. He jumps slightly, forgetting the burning cigarette that fell onto his lap. "Fucking shit…" He mutters to himself as he takes the cigarette for one last puff before extinguishing it into the ash tray. As he sits in silence, his mind slowly counts down the minutes until it's time to go get his special Christmas present. He had been watching her for quite a while now, trying to remember all of her daily routine. She always left for class at eight in the morning, after going to bed at one thirty in the morning. The small wrist watch reads quarter past two. ‘Almost time…' he thinks to himself as he mindlessly stares out of the window towards hers, now drenched in darkness. Unable to contain the nervous excitement building within him, he pulls the black duffle bag from the back seat, and rummages through it, making sure everything was there. His gun was unloaded and in the waistband of his pants. The rope, knife, and if needed, ammunition, were all tucked away into the depths of the bag. It was everything he would need to kidnap the little bitch. When the small beep from the alarm on his watch went off, it was almost a godsend. No more backing out. With determined focus, he slowly pulls the ski mask on his head down, now completely covering his face. The cold air hits him and sends a shiver through his body as he opens the door. He pauses for a brief moment, listening to the perfect silence around him as the snow falls around him. Grabbing the bag, he quietly, yet as fast as he could, closes the door. There's barely a sound made as the door closes tightly to the car. His footsteps are somewhat muffled in the snow, making very soft crunches as he opens the gate leading to the back of her house. It's almost too easy as he walks through the back yard unnoticed. The large door seems imposing to him, the only obstacle in his way. A sly smile comes across his face as his hand slowly turns the unlocked doorknob. ‘So much easier than I thought' he thinks, quietly chuckling to himself as he quietly enters the house. He moves through the house like a shadow, silent and unnoticeable. A smile comes across his ski mask covered face, taking in his moment of triumph of getting through the hardest part of his plan. The carpet muffles his heavy footsteps as he makes his way through the house, searching for his Sleeping Whore. It takes him only a few minutes to find her room. The pale light from the street light floods the room, dimly lighting it. She's sprawled out across the bed, wearing skimpy underwear that leaves very little to the imagination. Her body slowly rises with every breath, barely visible in the light from outside her window. With great care and caution, he slowly creeps over to the bed side, admiring the beauty slumbering before him. It's almost a shame not to let that body be used and abused at his hands. He almost jumps slightly as a moan softly escapes her lips, breaking the nerve-racking silence in the room. The lusty moan causes a stir in is pants, and the very skimpy thong and tight shirt definitely does nothing to help the growing desire building inside. She casually rolls over on the bed, snapping him back to reality. In her drowsy state, she looks over at the alarm clock, letting out a small groan in the process. The instant the dark figure of a man standing in her room comes into her eye sight, she jumps up, grabbing the blanket to her mouth. Before she can let out a helpless scream to anyone within ear shot, the man speaks to her, in a surprisingly soft, casual, and calm voice. "Don't scream, or that white wall behind you is going to have a special coat of strawberry red." He tells her, pulling out the gun and holding it within the haze of the streetlight flooding into the bedroom. The shadow of the gun casts an eerie dark shadow in the room. Immediately she grabs the covers tighter against her creamy white body, as if it will stop this Man from taking advantage of her. Her dark eyes are visible as he lowers the gun from the light. They show nothing but pure fear. It's something that fascinates him, makes him want to use and abuse her body even more in his mind. "Ta-take whatever you want…" She stammers, her voice fearful. "Just don't hurt me, please." A soft, low chuckle comes from the Man as she offers and tries to plead her way out of this. If only she knew what He really wants. He slowly walks over to the bed, inching his way closer to her. Finally he sits at the end of the bed, looking beside himself at the young woman in her frightened state. "I don't want your money or jewelry, and I won't hurt you…too much." He says, breaking the silence in the room once again. "Be a good girl, and I won't have to make a mess." His hand slowly begins to lift the blanket's end up, to peer under it at her body again. Instinctively she pulls the blanket tighter if possible against her, yanking it out of his hand. ‘Resistance...' He thinks to himself. ‘How futile...' "Ah ah ah… What did I say about being a good girl?" He asks her as parent would ask a child, doing so while waving the gun up so that she could see. Her reaction is almost instantaneous as the firm grip on the covers is relaxed. "Atta girl…" He whispers softly to her as he continues to lift the blanket to peer at her panty covered cunt. Slowly his hand travels up her soft, creamy thighs to the prize between them. Roughly, his fingers push aside the cotton material barricading her cunt and begin to feel around her pubic area. The leather gloved fingers casually slip into her surprisingly wet hole, teasing and playing with her mind and body. Her warmth can almost seep through the material on his fingers as they continue to softly penetrate and finger her. The girl's eyes shut tightly as he continues his sick mind games with her. A battle rages in her mind over the pleasure building in her body, and the situation of it all, and the Man can see it in her face through the light. Soon he slides his fingers out of her body and wipes them off on her thigh, streaking the warm, tangible mark of her excitement on her body. He chuckles softly as he wipes off the warm woman juice on her thigh. "Eheh, I didn't think you were that tight. We're going to have lots and lots of fun together." Softly he says to her, admiring her fearful beauty from behind the cotton ski-mask. He didn't anticipate the growing arousal building within him and the need to release it. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he thinks and wonders if he should, if there is enough time. ‘Fuck the plan' He thinks to himself finally. Slowly he rises up from the edge of the bed, looking at her as his hands reach in front of his pants. The unzipping of his pants is the only sound in the room, filling her with dread upon her face. "Get on your knees and show me why I shouldn't use my gun to ‘paint' the room." He tells her firmly. It seems like an eternity before the young woman begins to move. She slides off the bed hesitantly, tears welling up in her eyes as she slides to her knees in front of him. As he fishes his cock of his pants, the tears begin to flow anew down her face. With the fresh tears come the pleas for mercy. "Please…" She says softly, looking up at him to show her fear in the hopes of gaining his mercy. "Take whatever you want. Don't make me, please Sir." His frustration grows at her pleas and unwillingness. "Look, you little bitch… I'm going to give you a choice since it's the holidays. You can either suck this." He waves his cock in her face, lightly touching her lips before squatting down to be face to face with her. "Or you can suck on my gun. And trust me; you don't want this to shoot its load in your mouth." He informs her as a sick and twisted smile forms on his face. His arm rises, pressing the barrel of the gun against her lips. "What's it going to be, little bitch?" "I-I'll suck your cock…" She whispers softly to him as shame and fear wash over her. "Ask politely. And make it louder." He tells her in a stern, firm, tone. She looks up to him, her dark eyes sparkling with tears in the soft light. "May I please… suck your cock?" She asks, adding more feelings of shame. "Thass more like it." He says to her as he stands up, pushing his lengthy cock into her face. She pauses as he presses it firmly into her lips. Finally she relents on her resistance, figuring the sooner it's over, the sooner this nightmare will be over. Her eyes clench shut as his cock slides into her mouth, trying not to think of who is violating her mouth. She gives no effort, no enthusiasm as he forces himself deeper into her mouth. It just adds to his growing frustration. "Ughh. Looks like you need some extra motivation, don't you sweetie?" His voice says to her. Within seconds the Man presses the gun on the top of the back of her head. The results were almost instantaneous as she begins to put all her efforts into his cock as fresh tears begin to roll down her face. Slowly her tongue circles and dances around the tip of his cock as he thrusts into her open mouth, and soon she pushes her face into his body, meeting his thrusts. It takes almost every ounce of mental strength to block the reality of whose cock is in her mouth, and it is barely working. Of course, He knows this. He can see it in her face; the hard concentration on her face isn't from trying to give a mediocre blow job at best. The Man plays with the gun in his head, lightly pressing it into her head, sometimes pressing it firmly but soon pulling back on the pressure. It's just enough of a subtle reminder of her fate, her life, resting in his hands. From outside the window, the sound of a car door shutting brings him back to reality. He didn't notice the flashing red and blue lights until it was too late. ‘I just had to play with the little bitch before kidnapping her…' His free hand stops her from continuing to drive her head down his shaft as he listens for signs of trouble. The sound of the knocking on the door is almost simultaneous with his high, pulsing heartbeat. With all the quickness he possesses, he shoves his cock back into his pants and zips them up as fast as possible. He keeps his gun pointed at the young woman, still kneeling in front of him, looking back and forth between the gun and the bedroom door, as he pulls from his bag a silencer for his pistol. "Put on a fucking robe and don't say a god damn word unless I tell you to, got it?" He orders her, in a firm voice, laced with panic. She nods stiffly as she jumps up to grab the robe on her seat in front of vanity. With her in front, and the gun placed in the small of her back, she leads Him down the stairs to the front door. He pauses and waits in the dark hallway leading to the foyer , pressed against the wall as he watches her every movements. "Open the door and send him away. And don't try anything stupid or you and the Pig are going to be famous in the papers tomorrow morning." He whispers softly enough for her to hear the threat. She nods her understanding before opening the door, trembling as she does so. "Uh, sorry to disturb you Ma'am… We got a call about a possible Breaking and Entering a little while ago at this address." The portly Police Officer said to the young woman with a sonorous voice. She paused for a brief moment, her mind running with thoughts of escaping, or possibly meeting her death. "No Officer… I'm the only one here…" She says softly to the Officer, her voice lightly trembling with fear and nervousness. The Man in the shadows watches her, his finger rubbing the metal trigger incase he needed to make an escape. As she stand there, the Officer watches and studies her body language. It's clearly that something does not seem right, and he knows it. His eyes move from the woman into the house, scanning the darkness for any signs of trouble. "Ma'am, if it's alright with you, I think I should take a look around, just to be sure." He says, pushing her carefully and delicately out of the way before she could raise any objection. "Uh… No. It's fine. Just go. Please." She pleads with him. Her pleas only make the Officer walk further into the house. The Man is ready for the wandering, inquisitive Officer. As soon as he is in range, the Man brings the pistol down hard onto the Officer's head, knocking him out into a heap in the middle of the hallway. Immediately he swings the arm with the gun to the young woman, standing right by the wide open doorway. "Don't think about it girl." He says sternly to her as he walks over the body and into the doorway, slamming it shut and locking it. Walking over to his bag that he brought down the bedroom with him, he pulls out a rag from deep inside it. He walks back to her and shoves it into her mouth tightly and securely. "Now. This is going to hurt just a little bit…" He tells her, just before knocking her out with a blow to the head with the gun. Quickly he gathers the bag and begins to bind the young woman's wrists and ankles as quickly as he can after taking her robe off. It's only a matter of time before the Pig wakes up and the Man definitely does not want to be around for that. Grabbing the bag, he puts the straps over his shoulder, just before grabbing the unconscious, bound, and gagged woman and carrying her over his shoulder out of the backdoor to his car. His eyes peer around at the surrounding houses, wondering if he's being watched right now by the nosey neighbors that must have called the cops. Kicking the gate open for him to exit, his pace quickens as he proceeds to the passenger-side door and places his captive in the seat. Quickly, almost jogging, he proceeds to the driver's side, tossing his seat into the back and starting the car as quickly as possible. Soon the car speeds off into the night, before any more unexpected guests decided to come by and peek around. He avoids the major roadways, fearful that the Police are on the lookout for him. Careful and alert as ever, he keeps to the back roads and streets. Every so often he would turn to look at his prize, bound, gagged and unconscious laid out against the window. It would be only a matter of time before she wakes up, only to be forced to finish the job from back inside the house. Slowly she begins to stir after about twenty minutes of being unconscious. "It's about fucking time you woke the fuck up." The Man yells at her as she slowly begins to wake up and peer out of the window at the dark street, lined with houses with no lights from them on one side of the street, and the desolate wilderness on the other side, filled with dead trees from the winter. Spitting out the rag with some difficulty, she turns to her captor slowly. "Where are we?" She asks quietly as the pain from the pistol whip begins to become unavoidable to think about. "Almost there…" He says to her, keeping his eyes on the road as the car drives down the street. Soon the speed begins to slow as he pulls off to the side of the street next to the wooded area in front of the deserted looking houses, the kind you would find in the creepy horror films. The Man pulls the keys out of the ignition and roughly shoves them into his pants pocket. His hands then reach in front of his pants. As he finishes unzipping them, he pulls his already enlarged and hard cock from the depths of his pants. "Now you're gonna suck me off good, just like a little whore should…" He says, looking at her. "Or I'm gonna make you hurt." He lightly motions towards his dick with his hand. The young girl pushes herself up against the door, trying in her futile attempts to escape him. He can see the fear etched in her face as she looks at him before noticing the silvery glint on the gun on the dashboard in front of the Man. He chuckles lightly, noticing her stare at the gun. The Man picks it up as if it were nothing and idly waves it at her. He points it to the window beside him where the faint glint of a river is barely visible through the trees in the darkness with the bright moon. "You hear them news stories about the girls washing up downstream?" He asks as he looks out the window towards the river. The Man turns towards her and leans forward, looking her over again and licking his lips. "You gotta choice, bitch…" Realizing she in fact has no choice, she begins to sob as she stares at his cock. Being the mean bastard that he is, the Man shakes his cock in front of her eyes like a pendulum. "Tick tock tick tock… Gonna pick, or should I?" He says mockingly at her. Still sobbing, she slowly lowers her head into his lap, closing her eyes tightly as tears come down her face. As with back at the house, she gives no effort. "Think of it this way… Do a good job, and I might let you go home." He tells her as he stares out into the night. The results are instantaneous. Her tongue dances across his cock head as she milks his shaft with her hand. Her spit and saliva runs down from her mouth, lubing the cock as she jerks him off. "Thas right… You want that cum, don't cha you slut?" His low chuckles fill the car as she continues to try to please him. He groans slightly as he feels her working his cock. The Man leans his head back, his grip tightening slightly on the back of her neck as he pushes up into her tongue. She works harder on his cock, trying to give him the best blow he has ever had in the hopes of letting her go. Her hand moves towards his balls, massaging them and rubbing soft little circles with her nails, as her lips jack off his cock. His familiar groans echo in the car slightly as he arches up, cuming hard into her mouth as his grip tightens in her hair. His cock spasms wildly in her mouth. His force down her neck, with his pumps makes it impossible for her to back away, and is forced to swallow all of his seed. The man grunts, pumping his cock into her mouth a few more times. "Yeahhh, that's good baby slut…" She pulls herself up slowly from his lap, wiping her mouth on her bare arm as she does. Filled with humiliation and shame, she pulls her legs close to her chest, sobbing into them softly. The Man chuckles as he zips up his pants, fully satisfied with his new little play toy. "We're gonna have lots of fun together…" He says to her before opening the car door and slamming it shut. The young woman sits, staring at him walking over to her door. Roughly he grabs her by the arm out of the car and soon throws her over his shoulder, walking towards the house where the car is parked in front of. Screaming and banging her arms against the Man's back, she yells and pleas for help. "I thought you said I could go home if I did a good job!" She yells at him. "I did, and you are home. You're new home." He says loudly over her screams. "Don't bother screaming. Only the homeless bums live in these other abandoned houses, and you don't want those dirty, horny old men fighting over you, do ya?" He unlocks the door with his free hand, carrying her over the threshold like some sick newlyweds. The living room is dimly lit from the light sitting in the corner. Heavy dark curtains block out any windows, not letting a single shimmer of light out or into the house. His feet kick open the basement door in a hallway leading off of the living room. Twisted Love Ch. 01 *There is actually a tattooing franchise called Twisted Ink. I borrowed the name for this story. I came up with the story because of my minor experiences with the tattooing profession...and also because I have a scar like Emily does. Hope you all enjoy!* * Emily entered the tattoo parlor, feeling more than just a little out of place. The building was surrounded by groups of blonde and brunette Barbie girls of all shapes and sizes, in skin tight outfits. It was obvious that they were all there to drool over Ethan Brooks, owner of Twisted Ink. She was aware of how good looking he was, but did not come all this way to admire his looks. Almost a year ago, the 26 yr. old had suffered a terrible injury to her back while she was on vacation in the Caribbean. Her family hailed from the beautiful island of Saint Lucia, and they had returned there to visit the beautiful beaches and landmarks that the island was so famous for. While having a hike at one of the rocky cliffs overlooking the Soufriere beach, Emily slid and fell on her back against a few sharp rocks, retaining a huge diagonal gash. The injury extended from the top of her right shoulder blade, to the left side of her lower back. The other cuts and scrapes she received from the fall were minor in comparison to the gash on her back, which required many surgeries. It took many months for the injury to heal and in the end she was left with a huge raised scar across her back. At 240 lbs. she was already insecure about her weight and the scar across her back did not make her feel any better about herself. She constantly hid her curvy body by wearing unflattering and loose tops, which usually hid her large voluptuous breasts and beautiful milk chocolate skin. Emily's doctor presented her with the option of having the scar treated with laser surgery. The process would have cost her almost $6000.00 but she had had enough of surgeries and operating rooms. Instead, she researched other ways of dealing with unsightly scars. Through her search, she came upon the idea of having her scar covered by a tattoo. Not only would the design hide the ugly scarring but it would also be much cheaper than laser surgeries. She didn't know much about the tattooing process, and decided to visit a few parlors in her city, hoping to find an artist capable of the task. Through the advice of a few internet forums, she was informed on what to look for when searching out a good tattoo parlor. She needed to find an experienced and cautious artist who would take the utmost care with her skin. After weeks of searching, she came upon Twisted Ink. The shop was given great reviews in many of the prominent tattoo magazines, and its owner, Ethan Brooks, was becoming a superstar from all the media attention. He was well known for his intricate tattooing style, which varied from ancient Japanese prints to more modernized art. She was looking for the best, and he was it. As she walked up to the shop, a few of the Barbie girls stared at her with looks that said, "What's someone like her doing here?" She did feel uncomfortable not fitting in with their look, but she was determined to get this done. She had already called the shop in advance, and set up an appointment for 5 p.m. She anticipated what kind of people would be hanging around the shop, especially the scantily dressed women. Not wanting to expose her body in front of these people, she had her sister take a few pictures of the scar on her back. She knew eventually that she would have to expose her skin and the fat on her body but she was not quite ready for all to see her yet. Upon entering the shop, she was approached by a cute and petite Asian girl with light blue highlights in her long black hair. She was covered in tattoos from neck to forearm and she smiled warmly at Emily. "Hi, can I help you?" "Hi, yes I have an appointment with Ethan for 5 o'clock." "Oh yes, you're Emily right?" she smiled. "Yes that me." Emily said returning her smile. "I'm Liz; I'm the one you spoke to over the phone. You said that you had a scar that you wanted to have covered up, right?" "Yeah, I have a few photos here of the scar." she said, taking out the pictures and handing them to Liz. "OK great! Well why don't you have a seat and Ethan will be with you shortly." she said, leading Emily to some empty red leather seats in the waiting area. Emily was a little nervous, as she sat waiting for him. She began to chip the lavender nail-polish off her nails, which was something she usually did when her nerves were on end. She was about to meet one of the "Gods of Tattooing". The painful process of having a design etched into her skin by many sharp needles hadn't even occurred to her yet. Instead, she was worried about what he would think of her out-of-shape body. She didn't have to wait long, because he came out from the back room suddenly and her heart skipped a beat. He was a very tall and handsome guy in his mid-thirties. His dark hair was cut into a stylish Mohawk and he looked like he belonged in a rock band wearing a black Rob Zombie t-shirt and distressed blue jeans. He had a few piercings on each ear and every inch of his skin reaching from his neck to forearms were covered in a variation of tattoos. "Hi, Emily?" he smiled. "Hi, how are you?" she said shyly. "Liz told me that you wanted some work done to get your scar covered?" he said handing her back a few of the photos, keeping only one. "Yea, I'm not really familiar with tattooing, so I wanted to come down here to get your opinion on what would work for me." "Do you have a design in mind yet? It's a pretty big area that you're trying to have covered." he said looking at the Polaroid. "Not yet...but I was hoping that you might have a few recommendations." she said, feeling a little awkward that she hadn't chosen a design yet. "Well, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here. There are a few things we need to talk about before we even figure out what kind of design you'd like. Come this way and we'll discuss it." And he led her to large Cherry wood table, with a few black folders and forms neatly arranged on top. He motioned for her to have a seat and he sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Okay... covering a scar of this size can be a very long and painful process." he said pointing to the red raised scar in the picture. "It might even be more painful than getting a tattoo done on normal, un-scarred tissue. The question is are you willing to go through the pain of having it covered up?" She thought about this for a few seconds and nodded her head. She had endured much pain after the accident, and if she had survived all the stitches and operations it took to close up the wound, then she could definitely deal with this. "Alright, well since you've made your mind up, I have some good news and some bad news. I won't be able to do your tattoo... you see I'm totally backed-up with clients for the next few weeks and most importantly, I'm very heavy-handed. What that means is, when I work on a design I apply a certain amount of pressure on the skin and usually during the process of tattooing over scars, ink might need to be re-applied a few times. I don't want to risk damaging your skin and from what I can tell you're going to need an artist who is careful and very gentle with the gun. " Her heart sank at that moment. He was an experienced professional who really cared about his clients. It saddened her that he wouldn't be able to help her. "You look disappointed but I haven't given you the good news yet." he smiled She looked at him doubtfully. There couldn't possibly be any good news after this. "My baby brother is perfect for the job." he said smiling with confidence. "I taught him myself and he's had 8 years of experience. He's very gentle with the gun, and I usually refer clients with sensitive skin to him. He always does a great job. I'll also knock $200.00 off the initial price that we set." "Well, I'm not so worried about the price, as I am the finished product. It's a very important step for me and I want to make sure that it's done properly." "Trust me, this is my little brother. He can do it! I wouldn't send you to someone that I didn't think was capable of handling this." "Okay...if it's coming from you then I guess I'll give him a chance." she sighed. "You won't regret it! Luke is in the back. I'll get him for you...oh, and mind if I hold on to this for reference?" he asked as he held up the Polaroid. "Sure." she said, even more nervous now than when she first came in. She hadn't expected Ethan to be so nice to her and she was warming up to him. Now she was going to be introduced to his little brother. All she needed was another man who was used to seeing pretty Barbie girls all the time, looking at her ugly body. She watched Ethan walk away to the back of the studio behind some black curtains, and continued her ritual of chipping off her nail polish. She tapped her foot against the floor and waited. Emily heard two sets of footsteps approaching from behind the curtain and clasped her hands together tightly. Ethan emerged from behind the curtains, followed by his younger and much more gorgeous brother. Luke was about 5'11 and was dressed in a style similar to his brother's black t-shirt and blue jeans. Unlike his brother, his skin was free of any tattooing but he did have piercings. Luke had multiple piercings on each ear and she could make out two thin silver rings which went through the left side of his pink, bottom lip. His shiny, jet black hair was very thick and the curly locks gently fell over his forehead and ears. Her heart pounded in her chest as the two approached and she began to tap her feet faster. "Luke, this is Emily." Ethan said smiling. "Hi, how are you?" Luke asked with a beautiful dimpled smile. "Hello." was all that came out of her as she stared blankly at the blue eyed man in front of her. Ethan explained to her that Luke had agreed to take on her tattoo and that he would now leave her in his capable hands. He then left the two and returned to the back room. "I should apologize for my brother. You probably came in expecting him to be the one working on you, huh? "It's alright, he had very nice things to say about you and I trust his word." she replied with a smile. "Well, I want to make sure that you don't have any doubts about letting me work on you. My brother's much more well-known than I am. Since the shop is closing soon, would you mind coming back tomorrow? I can show you my portfolio and we can talk some more...Um I'm going to need you for a few hours though, do you have any plans? If you do we can set this up for another day." "No, tomorrow's fine. What time would you like me to come in?" "I have a few appointments tomorrow but nothing too major. It might take up the whole day, sooo...." he paused, shuffling in his wallet for his business card. "...how about 4:30? I'll be free after that and the shop will be totally empty. Is that alright?" he asked while handing her the colorful card. "Sure, that would be fine." "Great! I'll see you tomorrow then, Emily." And he gave her a gorgeous dimpled smile once again. "Okay." He turned away and walked behind the curtains, leaving her as she took a long, deep breath. Emily hadn't realized that she wasn't breathing normally when he was next to her. She slowly got up and made her way out the door. Luke had been really nice and didn't seem fazed by the huge scar on her back. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He was going to have her come back when no one was around and she was thankful for this. Heaven forbid that she should undress in front of the gawking Barbie girls. Twisted Love Ch. 01 Carefully he walks, with her over his shoulder still screaming and pounding away at his back, down the wooden stairs lit by the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Turning around the stair post, he walks over to the wall where a small metal door is. A metal grille serves as the window in the top middle of the door. His hand reaches and opens the door with a very loud creaking sound. The Man roughly tosses her into the dark room, making sure she lands on the mattress laying in the middle of the room. Quickly he closes the door, locking the several locks in place. He stares into the grille in the door at her. "Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life, my little whore…" He tells her, chuckling as he does. "Go to sleep bitch. You're going to need all the energy you can get tomorrow…" And with that, he walks away, leaving the words to sink in to her mind as she sits alone, in the blinding darkness. Twisted Love Ch. 02 Emily's appointment with Luke was in a few hours. She wasn't as nervous as she had been yesterday, since he'd guaranteed her privacy. She was actually looking forward to seeing him. Now, she stood in front of her mirror topless, with her hands covering her 42 DDD breasts. She didn't like looking at herself topless, or even naked for that matter. She wanted to see what Luke would see, and to also prepare herself for any looks of disgust or rude remarks. Emily turned her back to the mirror and looked back at herself. There it was; the main source of all her insecurities. She touched the surface of the smooth, thickened flesh on her shoulder and wondered what he would really think of her deformity. She could usually tell when people were horrified by the mark on her body, even when they didn't say a word. Their eyes would give it away. "What would his eyes tell her?" she wondered. She had already gone this far; there was no point in regretting her decision now. It was time to take the first step towards her new body. It was a hot and humid Saturday afternoon. Emily didn't want to go through the hassle of straightening her hair, just so her sweat and the humidity could make her look like she was having the worst hair day. Instead she applied a palm full of mousse to her hair and let her natural curls do the rest of the work. The soft curls in her hair suited her nicely and had it not been for the loose black t-shirt she wore over her tight black jeans, she would have definitely caught the eyes of a few men that day. Emily arrived at Twisted Ink, relieved to find the block vacant of Barbie girls. She smiled to herself and entered the shop. She walked in almost expecting the Barbie girls to come out from hiding and yell, "Ha, fooled you...we're in here today!" As silly as this thought seemed, she scared herself a little thinking that it might actually be true. She walked slowly towards the waiting room and peeked into the spacious workplace. No one was in sight. "Thank goodness." she thought. It was eerily silent. She had at least expected to see Liz, but there wasn't a soul in sight. "Hello?" she called out, wondering if Luke had forgotten about his appointment with her. "I'll be right there!" a muffled voice yelled from behind the black curtains. Luke drew the curtains aside and stepped out. "Hey!" he said smiling at her. "You're a little early, sorry I wasn't there to meet you." "It's okay, I was wondering if you had forgotten about our appointment." she smiled, showing off her full, soft lips. "No. Never!" She laughed and was beginning to feel more comfortable in his presence. He was wearing a white Nirvana t-shirt and dark green shorts. She took notice of a beautiful Koi tattoo on his left leg; probably done by Ethan. "That's a beautiful tattoo." she said, with her eyes still fixed on the highly detailed piece. "Oh thank you. It's the first tattoo that Ethan did on me. I'm thinking of adding more to the design." "It's really impressive!" "Well, he's one of the best!" he smiled. "We're just going to have to find you something equally impressive." He motioned for her to follow him to the back room and drew the black curtains aside for her. She had always wondered what was back there and she was about to find out. She followed him down the long dark hallway where she saw many closed doors along the sides of both walls. He led her to the last door which was slightly ajar. He held the door open for her and she stepped into the brightly lit room. To the front of the room was a reclining chair and a large work station with many tattooing instruments neatly arranged. She didn't know their function but the neat arrangements gave her the impression that Luke was serious about his art form and would do his best to ensure her satisfaction. The entire left wall was covered with a mirror, where three dark velvet couches were aligned against it. On the opposite wall were posters of what she assumed were his favorite bands. She was familiar with and loved many of them: The Deftones, Rage Against The Machine, Kittie, (hed) P.E., and Slipknot. She followed him to the back of the room where a few, fat, black folders were piled on top of a huge metal table. He grabbed one of the folders and flipped through it, set it aside and finally pulled out the last folder in the stacked pile. "Is this gonna be your first tattoo?" he asked, looking up from the stuffed folder. "Yea, I've never had any work done before." "I see...well I'm sure Ethan's told you that judging by the size of the scar, it's going to be a long process. I'm not sure what you really think about that. Depending on your tolerance of pain it can take up to 20 sessions. I wouldn't want to make this too difficult for you, so we'll start off slow okay?" Emily nodded in agreement. "I'm going to have to test the scar to see if it will absorb the ink. If it doesn't, I wouldn't advise getting tattooed. The ink might bleed and ruin the design." She took in all of this information and let him continue. "I'm not going to tattoo you today but I'd like to take a look at the scar and take a few pictures with my camera. Ethan said you didn't have a design in mind yet but after seeing the Polaroid I have a few choices that you might like. They're all my original designs and would go well with the movement of the scar." "Alright that's fine." she said taking a deep breath. The time had finally come to bare herself to him. "You can have a seat on the chair...I just need to see your bare back. I'll be right back, need to grab my camera." and he headed for the tiny closet in the back wall. Emily made her way to the table and sat down. He never said that she had to get topless and she was glad for it. She undid the hooks of her black lace bra and pulled her arms and neck out of the t-shirt. She clung to the crumpled t-shirt, hiding her breasts and belly as she waited for him. He came closer to her with his camera in hand and began. Luke asked her to straighten her back since she was slouched over and trying to hide her body from him. She obeyed and straightened her back, giving him a much better view of his soon to be canvas. He took a few shots from different angles and was done, all within a few minutes. He put his camera down on the workstation and came closer to Emily. It was finally over and she expected him to tell her that she could put her shirt back on but there was nothing except silence. Emily waited a few moments and suddenly felt cool, soft fingers on her back. Luke was slowly moving his fingers gently along the edges of the scar. It made her shudder and her nipples grew hard from his unexpected touch. "How did you get the scar?" he asked softly. "I had an accident while hiking." she replied hoarsely, almost ready to choke on the lump in her throat. "It's a shame that this happened to you...you have really beautiful skin." he said, still trailing his fingers along her scarred back. She could feel her panties getting wet as he continued to touch her. She was stunned, yet so turned on by him. If only he knew what he was doing to her. Suddenly the touching stopped and she felt a tug on her bra as he hooked it on for her. "Thanks." she said, trying hard not to seem affected by what he had just done. "Well, I have everything I need. I'd like to begin testing the scar on Monday...same time okay with you?" "Sure...I'll be here." she said with her back still turned to him. "Okay, well we're done for now. I hope I didn't make you too nervous." he said with a smile. "No you didn't, thanks for being so patient with me." "No problem." She straightened her shirt and got off the table. The two then made their way back down the long hallway into the front of the tattoo shop. He walked her to the door and wished her a good night. Emily wished him the same and walked down the street, still craving his touch. Twisted Love Ch. 03 Chapter Three "Why did he have to do that?" That was the question Emily repeatedly asked herself on the way home. There was no way in hell that he could find beauty in her marred back. She didn't want to go back to the shop. So many times had she fallen for men who were just being friendly. With her usual bad habit of looking too deep into their kindness, she would fall for them only to be rejected. She wasn't going to let that happen this time. Or rather, she would try to fight her feelings to prevent it from happening. She hated the way she felt now. "Why me? Why does this always happen to me? I hate having crushes!" she thought to herself. She convinced herself right then and there that Luke had a Barbie girlfriend and that she was one of the girls outside. He was just being friendly, as were her crushes before him. She was mortified about being turned on by him. She just wanted to go home and bury herself under her covers. *** Emily spent all of Sunday and early Monday feeling very depressed. She still hadn't gotten over how easy it was for Luke to make her so wet. She sat in her room forcing her thoughts on him being a playboy, with gorgeous women always around him. She had to get through this one way or another. "They all think I'm hideous. Why should I be afraid anymore?" she assured herself. What more could they say to her that hadn't already been said by strangers? It was clear to her now. All she had to do was put a brave face on, and walk in there with absolutely no positive expectations. The time of her appointment was quickly approaching. She got up and got ready to leave. Emily walked quickly towards Twisted Ink, hoping she wasn't too late. She spent the past day worrying about Luke and forgot to do her laundry. She did manage to find something to wear, but it was not the usual style she went for. She wore a black tank top which hugged her curvy figure with black leggings to match. The scar wasn't too apparent, and she ran out of the house not really caring anymore if it did show. When she arrived, the front room was empty, just as it had been the last time. She didn't call out for Luke this time. She wanted to take a look around. On the wall were a few black and white photos which caught her attention and she walked up to them. They were mostly of Ethan and Luke. They seemed very close and she smiled at how happy they looked around each other. "Heeey!!" Emily spun around, surprised at the sudden interruption. It was Luke. She was so occupied with examining their family photos that she didn't hear him approaching. His gorgeous smile made her heart flutter. She was too surprised to say anything and felt guilty that she was late, yet wasting time being nosey. "Oh hi!" she said softly. "I heard you come in, sorry if I startled you." "No don't worry about it... I'm sorry for being so late... I ...wasn't feeling very well." "Oh... well ...you can come back another time, if you're not feeling well." "It's alright." she said smiling. "I'd like to get things started as soon as possible." "Are you sure? It's not a big deal." "No I'm alright...I was hoping to see your designs today." "Oh, yeah! I actually made you a custom design yesterday. I was staring at the pics I took for a while, and I wanted to make you something beautiful. I was going to show it to you as soon as you got here. It's really feminine and I think it would look great on you." "Really?" she asked, feeling a little happy that he had put some effort into a custom design. "Come on, I'll show you." he said, once again beckoning her to the back room. Once in the room, he went straight for a large sketchpad resting on the metal table. He flipped through the pad and found the sketch that he was looking for. He went up to her and held the drawing up for her to see. She was speechless. On the pad were a flock of monarch butterflies spiraling against a few lotus blossoms. The drawing matched the movement of her scar perfectly and the violet and blue colors he used greatly appealed to her. She was touched. "Wow... that's really beautiful!" "Usually, if I were doing a large custom tattoo I would make the drawing a dragon or a tiger, but I thought that would probably be too harsh on your body. You need something that suits your personality. When I thought about you, pretty butterflies came to my mind." he said, returning the pad to the table. "It's not finished but I just wanted to run it by you to see whether you liked it." "I love it!" she exclaimed with the biggest smile. "Cool, well can you turn around for me?" and he drew closer to her. Emily turned towards the mirror and saw herself. She looked down at her feet, embarrassed to see herself in the tight tank. Her love handles were poking out from the sides and the low cut front exposed the top of her bountiful breasts. Luke stood behind her and she took a quick glance at the mirror. He was a few inches taller than she was and she could see him looking down on her right shoulder. "May I?" he asked, hands reaching for the straps of her tank yet not quite touching them. "Oh, sure." and she braced herself for the effects of his touch. He brushed a few stray curls off her shoulder and lifted the straps of the tank and bra. He slid them down her shoulder slowly, exposing the top of the reddened scar. "You smell really nice." he smiled, showing off his dimples and soft pierced lips. "Thank you." she smiled and looked into his blue eyes through the mirror. She felt that trickling between her legs again and wanted it to stop. Luke's fingers trailed along her shoulder for a moment and then paused over the area above where her scar began. "I'd like to start with a butterfly over here. It'll extend over to your normal skin...and the level of pain might change as I go over the scar. Let's see how things go and we'll take it from there okay?" "Alright." Emily was now biting her bottom lip and squeezing her legs together as the sensation grew worse. "Are you OK?" he frowned, as he felt her shuddering. "Yeah, I'm fine." she said in an upbeat tone, trying to sound convincing to both Luke and herself. "Alright well, have a seat over here and we can get started. I've already made a stencil of a tiny Monarch. We just need to make sure that you like the positioning." he said as he put on a pair of blue latex gloves. She proceeded to the chair next to the work station and faced the wall with the posters. Luke pulled up a chair to where she sat and applied a thin coat of a clear, liquid substance to the top of her shoulder. He waited a few seconds and then pressed a transparent sheet which held the tiny image of a butterfly onto her damp skin. He asked if she was okay with the placement and she nodded. While he was busy filling the ink caps and prepping his needles and tattoo gun, she stared at one of the posters on the wall. "You like The Deftones?" she asked shyly. "Yea, I've been a fan of theirs for years." he smiled. "Me too...it's a shame that Chi died." she said sadly, referring to the band's bassist who had recently passed away. "I was really sad about what happened." "Wow, you knew about that too huh? I didn't peg you for a metal fan." "I listen to all of them." she said, pointing her finger to the posters on the wall. "Well, all except for Pyre." she said squinting at the furthest poster on the wall. "Oh, they're a local band. I just got into them myself after seeing them at a show." She was startled by a loud buzz and turned her head towards him. He was tuning his gun and was just about ready to get started. She took a long, deep breath. "Here we go." she thought. He moved closer to her and gently moved the straps lower down her shoulder, exposing the side of her right breast. "Are you ready?" he asked kindly. "As ready as I'll ever be." she smiled nervously. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." he said, bringing the gun closer to her skin. She winced as the needle made first contact with her skin. It wasn't as painful as she had imagined but it still stung. He was touching her arm gently, using it to steady his hand. She was impressed by his quick, yet careful movements and felt lucky after all to be referred to him. "They have a show tomorrow night. I can get you in for free if you'd like to come." he said, eyes still glued to her shoulder. "Oh... I don't think I would fit in with that kind of crowd." she laughed softly. He licked his lips and smiled at her. "Don't worry about it, you're fine. I'll be right there with you...unless if you have plans tomorrow." "Um......" she said thinking for a moment. Emily pondered on whether she should really go. The blue eyed hunk was getting her wetter by the minute and not even the pain from her new tattoo could overtake the pleasure she felt between her legs. At this rate, she would give herself away if she spent too much time around him. He was looking into her eyes now, with a look that would have made any woman melt. "Okay." she heard herself say. "OH NO!" she thought to herself. What had she just done? "Great...I'll pick you up around 8, the show starts at 9:30. We can get something to eat before that." "Su...sure." she stammered. "Okay! We're done!" She hadn't noticed that he finished the black outline of the butterfly. "It looks like the scar absorbed the ink well." he said looking very satisfied. "I won't do any coloring today...one step at a time. How do you feel? "I'm good." she said as she looked over at her shoulder. He had done a beautiful job and she watched as he cleaned off the excess ink and gently applied ointment to her skin. "This is gonna look great!" he smiled as he placed plastic wrap and tape over the new tattoo. He gave her instructions on how to care for the tattoo, and took her number down so that he could call her before he picked her up. "You're such an idiot!" she thought to herself as she left Twisted Ink. Emily wasn't even bothered by the pain anymore. She had walked into a trap that she couldn't and probably didn't really want to get out of. Twisted Love Ch. 04 *This is the second story that I'd ever written. It was meant to be short and sweet. I may add more to it in the future since it has become one of my more popular stories. I'd like to thank you all for the ratings and great feedback. Hope you all enjoy.* * "Em's got a da-aate!" Erica sang, teasing her sister. "It's not a date. He was just trying to be nice. I told him I liked metal, so he just asked me to come out." "Well, technically if a guy asks you out to eat and wants to take you to a show, that's a date!" Emily rolled her eyes at her sister and wished she would stop trying to assume that there was more to Luke's invitation. "What are you gonna wear? I hope it's not one of those stupid baggy t-shirts you always wear. You look like a dude in that get-up!" "I'll wear what the hell I wanna wear. Shut up!" "Come on Em... he gave you a pretty little tatt on your shoulder, and you're gonna repay him by covering it up?" Emily thought about this for a minute. She hated to admit it, but Erica was right. "Fine... what should I wear then?" "I got you! You are gonna look sooo sexy for him." she smirked. "Ugh! What-ever man!" Erica quickly rummaged through her own closet and brought out a few outfits. The two weren't far apart in size. The only difference between them was that Emily was more heavily endowed in the chest area. They spent a while disputing over what would be the best outfit; Emily didn't want to look trashy. They finally came up with an outfit that they both could agree on and Erica straightened her sister's hair for the approaching date. *** Emily walked down the steps where Luke was waiting for her. She was really nervous, because she didn't know if this was really a date or just a friendly invitation. Her sister had put these thoughts into her head and now she was on edge. "Wow! You look really nice" Luke said staring at her outfit. Emily wore a black, short sleeved blazer with a low-cut, red silk tank top underneath, and tight leather pants which showed off her curvy hips. Erica also threw in a pair of her favorite red heels to complete the ensemble. She wore no heavy makeup; only red lip-gloss to go with the look. "Thank you." she said smiling. "If I had known you were gonna get so fancy I would've dressed up too." he laughed. "It's too much isn't it?" she said feeling a little awkward. "No, no you look great!" he said in his black button-up shirt and black jeans. "Who's that?" She turned around to see Erica grinning at them. "That's my idiot sister." she sighed. He laughed and waved at her. "Ready to go?" "Yeah!" she said wanting to get out of Erica's sight. Luke wanted to take her to the Grand Lux Café. It was one of his favorite places to dine out but she had never been there. It sounded very high class. She was used to eating at restaurants which were probably much less formal and she didn't know too many rules of etiquette. Their short drive to the restaurant was a quiet one; only with a little small talk about the state of the tattoo and whether or not she felt any unusual irritation. He still made her nervous and she didn't feel completely at ease around him. Of course she could have canceled their dinner date but she hadn't gone out since the accident. She was hoping to enjoy herself just this once. When they pulled up to the parking lot, she was surprised at how grand the three story building was. The cafe could have compared to a 5 star hotel. The scarlet walls were adorned with gorgeous scone lighting and a sparkling crystal chandelier hung from the top floor's ceiling. The restaurant's color theme was crimson and gold, and blood-red Catina chairs and tables matched the décor perfectly. Emily was dazzled by all the beauty around her as they were led to their reserved seats. Their table had a great view of the city lights and Emily began to think about how much this all seemed like an actual date. Luke proceeded to order a bottle of red wine and waited for their server to leave. "This place is really nice!" she smiled "Yeah, thought you would like it." "I was expecting a pizza place or burger joint." she laughed. "Now what kind of date would I be if I took you for burgers?" he said, confirming that it really was a date. "Well I uh... didn't think this really was a date to be honest. I thought it was just a casual thing." He smiled and his eyes fell upon the waiter approaching with the bottle of wine. They were both served a glass and were left alone once again as their orders were taken. "I like being very direct with people... and I like you. I'll bet you thought that I was into only a certain type." he said sipping his glass of wine. "Well, yea... I haven't had many good experiences when I was dating, and now with this scar on my back, things just got worse." "If you ask me, I don't think you needed to cover it up. You're beautiful as you are Em. But ... I guess I wouldn't have met you if you hadn't tried to get it covered up. "Why don't you show it off? You can't hide that beautiful skin tonight!" he smiled. She smiled bashfully and carefully removed the blazer, baring her shoulders for him to see. She really wanted him now. She loved how he called her Em. It made things seem more intimate and she found herself being turned on by him once again. "I always wanted to ask you this... I hear a slight accent when you speak. Where are you from?" he asked. "I'm from the Caribbean. I grew up in Saint Lucia and came to the U.S. when I was 10." "It must be really beautiful over there. I've heard a lot about it. It's like a perfect honeymooning spot right?" "Yeah, I grew up near one of its beaches. I had a lot of fun there as a kid." "Don't you miss it?" "I do... even though that's where my accident happened, I'd still love to go back. It's home." He paused and took another sip of his drink, as did she. "Do you still want to get your whole back covered up?" She thought about this for a while. Here was a gorgeous man telling her that she was beautiful and had no need for a tattoo; yet did she really believe that? For someone who had experienced more downs than ups in life, she couldn't rely on his opinion of her. She wanted to feel beautiful... or at least normal again. "Yeah, I hate feeling deformed." she said sadly, almost wanting to cry as memories of past insults came back to her. He reached for her hands which were clasped on the table. "Em... you're not deformed. If anyone thinks you are they're shallow and you don't need people like that in your life." he said with a serious face. She almost believed what he just said. Life's circumstances had taught her to think that way. Her motto had been "doubt everything and everyone". "Shit happens right? I just deal with life, as it comes my way." she said forcing a smile. He looked sad. "Well then I guess it's my job to change that." "Good luck!" The alcohol was slowly affecting her and she was starting to lighten up. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to talk about depressing things. Everyone has their issues right? I'm just dealing with mine the best way I know how. I came out with you intending to have some fun... so don't look so sad OK? For me?" she said with a warm smile. He smiled in response. "I really meant what I said Em... but if you really want to go through with it, I finished the sketch." "You did? When can I see it?" she asked a little excited. "Whenever you want." he smiled. "I was wondering... do you still wanna go to the show? I had a long day at work and I'm kinda tired. If you want, we can go see the sketch at my place after we eat." "Yeah, I'd love to see it." They had a few more glasses of wine as they enjoyed their courses, and Emily found herself getting more comfortable with him. She told him more about her early life in St. Lucia, which he seemed to take a lot of interest in. She also learned that Luke and Ethan's parents had passed away when they were very young. Ethan took it upon himself to take care of his brother and they slowly found a niche that could both thrive in. The two now lived together in a flat not too far from Twisted Ink. She was having a great time and didn't want the night to end but she was eager to see the finished design. *** Luke kissed her lips tenderly while he caressed her arms. As soon as they got to his room he grabbed unto Emily and gave her a surprise kiss. She was startled at first but slowly released the tension in her body since she wanted him just as much. He held her against the wall and pressed his body onto hers, letting her feel his need for her. She came to her senses however and quickly pulled back from the kiss. Emily began to worry that he lied about finishing the design and only said so to lure her back to his home. "I'm sorry Luke but... I can't." He stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip on her arms. "Shit Em, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. You look so beautiful tonight... I could've kissed you when you first walked down the steps tonight." "I... it's alright." she said giving him a smile. "Did you really finish the sketch?" "Yea, it's right here." He her go and walked up to a large covered easel near his bed. Emily felt cold and empty without his arms around her but she had ruined the moment and couldn't take it back. He lifted the white cloth covering and stood aside for her to see. It was much more beautiful than the first sketch. He used a greater variety of colors to give the butterfly wings more depth, adding a 3d effect to the design. Emily was speechless and overjoyed at the same time. She felt unworthy of such a beautiful piece. "I don't think my body can do this justice." she said. "It's too beautiful for someone like me." "What? What do you mean? You think you don't deserve this?" he asked sounding a little upset. She was quiet since she didn't want to say anything more to get him upset. Luke realized how harsh he sounded and his face softened. "Listen Em, I don't know what you've been through with other guys but I'm telling you... you are fucking gorgeous. If I could take your scars onto myself, just to save you from how you're feeling right now, I would. " "My scar, you mean? "No... scars. Scars from those who've hurt you in the past." "I'm fine, don't worry about me." she smiled sadly. "No you're not but I'll do my best to show you your worth. You deserve that tatt and it's yours if you still want it." Emily smiled and couldn't resist him anymore. She slowly leaned in to kiss him and hoped that he wouldn't reject her. He didn't and their lips met again for the second time. Luke seemed hungry for her and sucked on her full lips as his hands caressed her neck. He gently removed the blazer and trailed his fingers along her arms as the jacket dropped to the floor. Emily moaned softly as he ran his cool fingers below her neckline and down to the curves of her breasts. He massaged them, yet refrained from touching the sensitive and hardening nipples beneath the silk fabric. Can you turn around for me Em?" She didn't mind this common request and turned around. Luke walked backwards to the edge of his bed and pulled her along with him. He then slid the straps of the matching bra and tank carefully down her right shoulder. The tattoo was healing well but that was not his focus. His lips went for her neck and he held her close, as he reached for her right breast. This was all surreal to her and she was frozen in place as he slid the top down, exposing her right breast. She felt weak and fell back against him as he pinched her brown nipple gently. He was teasing her painfully and slowly. "I've wanted you ever since I saw you Em... just tell me that you wanted me too." She did and couldn't deny it. "I did and..." Her words stopped as his fingers slid down her pants into her smooth, wet pussy. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed it gently. She moaned as she felt a sudden heat rushing to the soles of her feet. He slowly pulled her pants and panties down to her feet and dropped down onto the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her down in between his legs with her back against his chest. Luke's hands spread her thighs apart and went again for the hot, wet lips. Emily gasped as he stroked her pussy gently. Her nipples were getting harder and she was about to reach for her exposed breast but he had beaten her to it. He squeezed the underside and pinched the hard bud as he stroked her pussy with the other hand. "I know no one's made you feel this good in a long time." he said, with his lips still on her neck. "Luke... I'm going to..." "Yes Em, I want you to get wetter for me." and with that he inserted his finger deep into her tight, silky center. "Oh fuck..." she said in a combination of a gasp and moan. It was music to his ears and he continued to fuck her with his finger. He increased the speed and then pulled out of her suddenly, only to lick his drenched finger. "God you taste so good! Can I taste you some more?" he asked as he stroked her soft thigh with the wet finger. She was so dazed that she didn't move or answer him. "Em... can I? If you don't answer me I'm gonna stop." "No... Don't stop, please don't!" she said with a whisper. Luke pulled back from her and stood up. He took off his shirt and pants and propped a pillow behind Emily so that she couldn't fall back. He wanted her to see what he was about to do to her. He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs wider apart. Emily's juices were dripping unto the bed sheets but he didn't mind this at all. His fingers went for her caramel pussy lips and spread them apart exposing her clit and the soft, pink flesh in between. His head dipped and licked her from the tight pink hole to the top of her clit with one swift movement. Emily couldn't contain herself and more of her juices gushed out. She couldn't believe what was happening and shuddered as she felt his warm lips, as well as the cold metal of his lip rings on her pussy. She ran her fingers through his thick curls as he lapped away at her lower lips and clit. His tongue twirled and dug deep into the folds of her flesh, making her writhe in ecstasy. He even had to hold her thighs tightly to keep her convulsions from separating his tongue from the sweet feast. "Ooooh fuck!" she moaned as her pelvis jerked against his face. She could feel the waves of pleasure rising in her abdomen and she fell back against the pillow as he still held her tightly. She was almost there. That sensation was coming closer, closer... and suddenly he just stopped. Her mouth was dry and she had to swallow and catch her breath to utter the softest "...but why?" "Not yet gorgeous" he smiled. He took her hand, pulled her off the bed and slowly lifted the tank. He was careful not to hurt the tender skin on her shoulder. Emily pulled the other strap of her bra off her left shoulder and fully exposed herself to him. She was gorgeous and he dipped his head to lick the tip of her hard nipple. "Want more baby?" "Yes please, don't tease me Luke." she said pouting. He lifted her heavy breast and his mouth hungrily went for her left nipple again, then her right, teasing and pulling hard with his teeth. The tiny bites to her nipples were causing a flood between her legs and she was getting more impatient. She was aching badly for him and wanted him inside her. "No more teasing... please I can't take anymore, just do it to me...please Luke? "Do what baby?" "Fuck me please!" she pleaded. "You want me that bad baby? Tell me how bad Em." "I want you in me NOW, you tease!" Luke smiled, seeming satisfied with that answer. He pulled his boxers off and revealed his thick 8 inch cock. Emily had never had anyone so big but was too irritated to admire him. She bent over the bed and looked back at him. "Put it in please." "Whoa, isn't someone in a hurry... but I can't give it to you yet baby... I wanna play with your pussy some more. I wanna get you dripping all over my dick before I put it in." He moved closer to her and tapped her plump lips with his hard cock, wetting the tip with the clear juices that ran down her thighs. She moaned and bit her lip as he slapped her pussy again and again; harder and harder with his thick organ. The sight of her gorgeous ass bent over was almost too much to resist, but he wanted to enjoy every second with her. Luke spread her apart and enjoyed the sight of her pussy lips opening from the back. She was glistening with moisture. He slid his cock in between the fat lips until the pink tip of his cock touched her clit. He moved it back and forth drenching his cock in her juices, enjoying the silky and slippery feel of her. Luke couldn't keep quiet anymore. He fought so hard to stay in control but he had never had anyone so soft and wet wrap around his cock like that. It was amazing that even with the slightest movement, her juices would keep gushing out. "God baby, you feel so good. Tell me how deep you want it. Ill fuck you till it hurts, if that's what you want." "I want it all Luke. Beat my pussy up baby." She didn't have to say it twice. He pulled his dick from in between her pussy lips and eased into her tight hole. It was such a tight fit that he almost wondered if she was a virgin. Slowly, she opened up for him. The thickness of his cock hurt her as he slid in and she shifted forward, as if scared of the large tip. "Don't run away. Come here." he said pulling her back. She was turning him on even more by denying him entry. He slapped her pussy hard with his cock as if to punish her. "You bad little pussycat... you wanted it but you're running away. Now you're teasing me Em." He pulled her towards his body and quickly slid his cock deep inside her, not easing in this time. The shock made her knees buckle and he caught her before she fell flat on the bed. Luke grabbed the pillow and propped it up under her plump ass making it stick up. He couldn't hold back any longer. He dug his fingers into her soft ass and slammed away, watching her flesh jiggle as he fucked her tight slit. He loved the sight of his cock as it disappeared into her caramel flesh. She turned around and begged him for more as he tore her open. "Fuck me harder baby, beat it up like I told you to." "Anything you want baby." He pulled out of her, then slammed back in, repeating the motion harder and harder as she screamed under him. Nothing would stop him now. He slammed into her tender insides as if he wanted to render her numb. He was calling out her name and sweating profusely but would not slow down. Emily grabbed tightly onto the sheets as he ravaged her with a force that she had never felt before. She didn't know where he found the energy to keep going but she wasn't complaining. He was deep inside her...so deep that she felt his thrusts in her chest. She was on the verge of an orgasm and reveled in the moment as he took her. "You like my pussy, don't you baby?" she purred as he bucked inside of her. "I love it Em, you feel so good baby." "So don't stop baby, give it all to me. Make me cum daddy." And that was the word that did it for him. He had always wanted someone to call him that... and when she said it, he gave it his all reaching a spot that made her scream and tremble furiously. She came and he could see her creamy juices seeping out from the corners as he still moved in and out of her. He waited for her and didn't want to release until she was satisfied. He finally pulled out of her and spilled his seed on her already glistening ass. He fell down next to her almost out of breath. They were both exhausted and couldn't find the energy to talk but Luke still reached for her and held her close. He nuzzled against her soft breast and it wasn't too long before he fell asleep in her arms. Twisted Love Ch. 04 .End.