1 comments/ 3820 views/ 1 favorites Finding Darkness Ch. 01 By: Lasalles This is another story I've been sitting on... I do tend to write a few beginnings, then life takes over. Again this different from the last couple of stories. While not extreme—it does touch on BDSM themes. Just an advanced warning if it isn't your cup of tea. -- She leafed through the applications on the desk, the white sheets stark against the mahogany. Rubbing her temples, she started again. They were all starting to look the same. After seven years she was starting to question whether this was something she still wanted to do, although those thoughts often disappeared with the soft swoosh of the door sliding closed behind her. In her charcoal domain, where polished concrete gleamed against dimmed downlights and the coarse brickwork was covered with traces of invisible epithelials. She picked up the phone. "Valerie, are these all the applications?" "Yes, I believe so... Did you receive the ones in your intray?" She look to her intray and sighed, seeing another stack of papers. "Sorry Valerie, I missed them." "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm just tired today. Thank you." She hung up and leaned over, lifting the stack from her intray and placing it on top of the existing file. She referred a client to another house. By that, it meant she'd turned him loose. Now she was looking through her referrals to replace him, but therein lay the question. Did she really need to replace him? -- Everett gave Jonathan a bemused look before putting his hands behind his head leaning back in his chair. Jonathan's face wore a cryptic grin. "Well?" "Well what?" Jonathan shrugged. "Well nothing... I guess." He left it hanging in the air. Everett's head tilted back as his dark eyes feigned a look of indifference. "Okay, tell me." Jonathan looked towards Everett's door and then walked over to close it. "Well then, what do you give a guy who has everything?" Everett shrugged. "You'd think nothing, because he already has everything, but he hasn't experienced everything." Everett nodded his head in agreement. "That's true." "So this, what I'm offering you is an experience. Well I'm not so much offering it, a good friend of mine is referring you, on the proviso you want to of course." "And if I don't?" "No love lost, I suppose. The referral was available. I will tell you this, they say it's like nothing else." "Really? Aren't there at least a dozen places in town that I could get this?" Jonathan put his hands in the pockets of his light grey slacks. "Possibly. It depends on what you're after and besides, there's no guarantee that you'll be selected." Everett raised an eyebrow. "Selected?" "Yes. Apparently there's a waiting list." "What's the catch?" "What do you mean?" "You know, say I was interested in this sort of thing, what would I be expected to encounter." "Oh, that's the thing, it's discreet and exclusive and considering the subject matter, I'm sure there would a lot of reluctance to discuss it. They don't mind revealing what they think they know, but there's no way they'd admit it, well probably not to the outside world. I can tell you it's one on one and she is a woman." Everett rubbed his chin. "Okay. Only because I'm curious, but honestly, don't expect anything. I wouldn't be surprised if I walked right in and out again." Jonathan's blue eyes glinted, his broad white smile, suddenly challenging. "You are the man with everything. Happy birthday." -- Selene rifled through the second set of papers and then stopped, slowly going backwards. Everett Armitage. She scanned down the page. He was younger than the submissions she normally received, early thirties. Unfortunately the rest of it was the same: high achiever, driven, determined. Weren't they all. She knew when she had decided to pursue this that this was exactly the type of clientele that she had targeted, but they were all the same. They came to her defiant, but undone by the truth of what they really wanted. At first she had loved it, being able to give them what they needed, but after awhile it became apparent she wasn't getting what she needed. A big part of that was her fault, she knew that. Her rules that she thought were necessary and that she'd enforced thinking they would protect both her and her clients became the very barrier that also denied her. In many ways, it was a good thing, teaching her to compartmentalise. Without it, she'd be no good to her clients and possibly hurt them and herself in the process. It didn't mean that she didn't care, it just meant when she stepped onto the other side of the sliding door, she could leave it in her domain. As she stared absent-mindedly at the piece of paper, something else caught her eye. He almost had no interest. She frowned, that couldn't be right. She looked again. No, it was right. He never visited or partaken in anything. He had no particular fetishes that he could think of. History showed: yes to threesomes, yes to porn, yes to anal and strictly hetero. There must have been some mistake. She looked over his application again. No one ever submitted their application without some sort of desire and then again no one ever submitted without somewhat knowing what they were getting themselves into. She smiled, maybe he just didn't know it yet. -- Everett looked at the open letter in front of him and picked up the phone. "Jonathan, come to my office." Within in moments Jonathan strode through the door. "Is something wrong?" Everett shook his head. "No, but I thought you said there was a waiting list?" His blue eyes widened. "Yes there is. I've heard some people have been on the list for the last two years have never been contacted." Everett spun the piece of paper around to show Jonathan, whose eyes stayed wide. "Shit! For one I'd keep that to yourself and two, what the hell did you put on your application?" -- Everett parked his car in the secure underground carpark of the building and took the elevator up. The look on Jonathan's face kept replaying in his mind. He'd looked completely surprised, and Everett honestly couldn't see what the big deal was. Exclusive places, they were a dime a dozen and when he was younger, he probably could've named most of them. Sex. Sex was easy, he'd never had a problem bedding women. He had acquaintances in the upper echelons of the money circles. Enough money could buy you anything. He'd been invited to swinger nights, propositioned at Christmas parties and company soirees, more times than he'd cared to remember, it not only made things complicated but in the end it just bored him. His problem was he liked the chase. He couldn't deny the attraction of confidence and a person who took pride in themselves, but unfortunately you may as well have a sign around your neck. People could smell it, and they all wanted something from you, but that was life and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. The doors slid open and he found himself walking into a reception with a women standing there expecting his arrival. She shook his hand. "Mr Armitage. I trust we were easy enough to find." "Yes." "My name is Valerie, could you please follow me." Everett's eyes dropped to the sway of Valerie's hips as she walked in front of him. The woman was stunning. Her auburn hair coiffured in an immaculate chignon. She wore a lilac shirt and black pencil skirt with tall but understated black heels. Slender, but with soft curves. He hadn't seen a woman of that calibre in some time. She pushed open a set of double door revealing a highly decorated, yet tastefully masculine living room: black Chesterfield lounges, flourishing burgundy carpet, darkly stained large wooden wall panels and an enormous ornate mirror. The rectangular room also had a floor to ceiling bookshelf that covered one wall, and temperature controlled wine cabinet accompanied by a cabinet stocked with what looked an impressive range of whiskies. Everett wasn't sure what to make of it. "Mr Armitage, I'll be leaving this here. Please fill it out as comprehensively as possible, and please make yourself comfortable. If you need my assistance, please use the button." She gestured to wall and as she turned he took in her profile: high cheekbones, pale skin with a hint of apricot blush and sharp jawline. Her eyebrows were classically shaped, more full than so many women he'd come across who loved to pluck them within a fraction of themselves. Valerie turned back to him, her face passive, but her brown eyes told him that she knew he was giving her the once over. He gave her his trademark smile, and she smiled back politely before leaving the room. Everett shook his head, it had been awhile since he'd been shutdown and he chuckled. What he would given to have met Valerie under other circumstances. A soft click sounded and he looked up in surprise, wondering why the door had been locked. -- Selene observed him through the one way mirror. So this was Everett Armitage. He was tall. He looked six foot or just shy of. His dark grey suit was fitted, single breasted, tailored no doubt. He wore no tie with his black shirt. Thick dark hair, slightly unkempt, not as slick as some of the high-powered corporate flyers that had seen the living room. She almost laughed when she saw him appraising Valerie. Valerie had that effect on every man that walked through those doors. He was almost boyish in his wonder, almost. As though he was letting his guard slip. She pursed her lips. Maybe he really wasn't suitable. The men who walked through those doors were hard and sometimes downright bastards, but they didn't pay her to make personal judgements. Not that she was immune. Occasionally she turned down potential clients if she heard something that didn't sit well. Punishing misogynists was not her thing. He stood in the centre of the room, slowly looking at everything, from the ceiling to the floor. Selene crossed one arm under her breasts and her other elbow leaned against it as she pressed her lips to her knuckles. He then circled the room, taking his time, as he looked over the selection of whiskies and then spent even longer looking at the books on the bookshelf. He looked at the mirror briefly before turning to the paperwork Valerie had left him. He stood for a long time before sitting down and filling it out. When he finished, he looked around the room again and then pressed the buzzer. -- The soft click of the door unlocking sounded and Valerie crossed the room taking the paperwork from his proferred hand. She looked over it carefully. "Mr Armitage, do you have the appropriate paperwork?" Everett nodded and reached into his breast pocket, producing a small slip. She took it from him and tucked it into the paperwork. "Again, please make yourself comfortable." Once again she left the room, locking the door and Everett sat there wondering what he'd agreed to. There was a scotch in cabinet that he was tempted to try, but something made him feel as though it was best to have his wits about him. Deep in thought he didn't hear Valerie enter again. "Mr Armitage. Please enter through there. You may undress, but it is not necessary. If you do so, there are facilities in there for you to utilise. Otherwise, it is only required that you wash your feet and enter barefoot." Everett turned around and saw a hidden doorway had opened in the bookshelf. "Thank you." He nodded at her and proceeded to the doorway. -- The door closed behind him and Everett found himself in large black marble bathroom. From the fixtures down to the tiling and the towels down to the hand wash, he could see no expense had been spared. A row of lockable cupboards lined one wall. There was a large shower area as well as an enormous spa bath, but that wasn't all of it, he also found a sauna. The bathroom rivalled that of five-star hotels. After looking around a little more, he found one of the cupboards unlocked. It contained a new bathrobe, and some empty hangers as well as shelf space and some other hooks. He stared at them for a moment before taking off his shoes and socks and washing his feet. When he finished he found that another door was open and he padded quietly through, finding himself in a dim hallway. Walking down the hallway he found yet another door open. He looked around for a moment before entering and hearing the door swoosh close behind him. The room was large and empty, except for a metal chair which sat conveniently under a downlight. There rest of the room was so dark, it was difficult to make out the walls. Everett assumed that the chair was for him, but for some reason he resisted sitting in, instead standing behind the chair. "Please sit Mr. Armitage." The female voice was soft and pleasant, unlike Valerie's cool professionalism. Everett sat in the seat and stared into the darkness. "May I ask you a question? Please answer honestly, you have no fear of anything going beyond these walls. As much as you have my word, we also have a contract." He nodded. "Yes." "Why are you here?" Everett frowned and then relaxed his face. Shouldn't they know why he was here? "I was told that this experience was like nothing else." "That may be true to some people, but this is not a five minute thrill ride Mr. Armitage. I hope that whoever told you that had the courtesy to explain that the experience often takes time." Everett was silent for a moment. It had never occurred to him that there was a possibility they would reject him. If that was the case, why did they contact him? Hadn't Jonathan said that there were some people who hadn't been contacted in the two years they'd been on the waiting list? "Mr. Armitage?" He shook his head. "No it hadn't been explained to me." "Perhaps there is another reason?" "Another reason?" "Another reason for you coming here? You need to understand, the clients who come here have particular tastes or needs. None of which you have indicated in your application." Curiousity, was the only thing he could think of. "Are you suggesting that I've made a mistake?" "I'm not suggesting anything Mr. Armitage. Your free will is your own. You can choose to leave and by next week, this will be nothing but a distant memory that will eventually be forgotten." He sensed some movement and watched as a woman emerged from the shadows. It certainly wasn't what he expected. Latex covered her entire body. From her hood which only showed her eyes and mouth to her feet. She wore a latex skirt and a corset. Until Everett entered the room, he'd never really considered the reality of it. Until now it had seemed surreal. "Please look at me Mr. Armitage." Everett looked her over slowly. He knew she was making a point, he didn't find it a turn on. The black corset was nice he conceded, if that's what you would call it against the latex. His eyes lingered on her hips and then her legs. There was something strange about it. He couldn't deny the way it accentuated her body, but when he looked up, he knew what it was. It was the mask. It was too bizarre. It seemed to exaggerated her eyes and lips. As he looked at it, he wondered what she looked like behind it. She appeared tall, almost as tall as him, but he realised she was wearing platforms. "It's not a pre-requisite to find latex attractive nor is it a pre-requisite to find me attractive Mr. Armitage; however, this is how I am." If he was going to leave, Everett knew that he should have left before her saw her. Something about the reality of her and the idea of the experience made him reluctant to leave. "When you said that my free will is my own. Am I able to leave at any time?" "Of course." "In the middle of an appointment?" "People leave for various reasons. Sometimes they find what they are looking for, and sometimes they don't. Sometimes they evolve past what I am able to give them and move on. If a session stops, it's usually for one of two reasons. Either it has become too much and the client cannot proceed or the client realises this is not what they want and choose to end their experience with me. The latter does happen occasionally. As I mentioned before, the clients that come to me have particular tastes or needs... I think that is important for you to understand. This is place is not a halfway house. It requires commitment and discipline. If I constantly had clients that stopped sessions and resumed whenever they pleased, this could never succeed." She paused. "That being said, yes you are free to leave at anytime. Only you can make that choice to be here." "If I choose to stay?" The woman studied him for a moment. "Within the bounds of what I do there are no hard rules. You have been asked what your hard limits are. As time goes on, should you wish to change a hard limit, you may do so. If it wasn't mentioned, then I do not do it, although there may be some extensions to the play that was included. I will listen to you, I will watch and I will learn from you. Acceptance does not necessarily mean trust; however, trust is of the utmost importance." Everett nodded. "Okay. What now?" "You can make another appointment if you like Mr. Armitage." Without a word, she turned and walked back into the shadows. -- Selene peeled the latex mask off slowly. It wasn't as if she'd never had beginners before, but the way she'd handled this was unconventional for her. Her applications always were from potentials that at the very least had some idea. Everett Armitage. If he'd sat down when he'd entered the room, she likely would've made up her mind and sent him on his way. She observed his demeanour until he had left the living room, trying to pinpoint what it was about the way he carried himself. She could see the wheels turning as they spoke. He really hadn't known what to expect and she saw his reaction when he first saw her. It brought a smile to her lips. Most of them, when they saw her the first time, had a spike of excitement, even if they weren't partial to latex. Selene was sure that he wasn't naive. Sometimes what was depicted seemed so much like play these days. Staged scenes with beautiful models or something downright dirty looking. What those pictures or footage couldn't show, was what was going on inside. You could only see the byproduct and it didn't tell the whole story. That was probably good enough for sadistic self-gratification, excluding those who had been there. She untied her corset and loosened it and then removed and proceeded with unzipping and peeling herself out of her latex suit, all the while wondering if the Everett Armitage was making another appointment. -- Everett sat there for several moments after she'd walked away, wrestling with his thoughts. Before he realised it, he'd returned to the bathroom, put his shoes and was standing in the reception. "Mr. Armitage, is there something I can assist you with?" Everett tried to snap out of it. The latex woman's words kept spiralling inside him mind. "Valerie, am I required to make an appointment now?" "Not at all Mr. Armitage; however there will be a period of reasonable time whereby if we do not hear from you, we will accept that as your decision not to return." "What would happen if I wished to return outside of that period?" "Unfortunately you would have to go through the process again Mr. Armitage, but success would be less likely." Everett nodded. "Thank you, Valerie." -- Everett found himself in the unusual position of being unable to make a decision. If he had any inkling of more than a casual spanking, with him being on the administering end, he would've explored the idea long ago. He'd known of a few people that were into a little more than just spanking. Loose whisky lips at parties had revealed extra-curricular activities of certain individuals that he'd always found more amusing than anything. Finding Darkness Ch. 01 If he admitted it, he'd been slightly surprised at Jonathan's suggestion. They'd worked together for the last six years and while he'd known Jonathan was partial to the unconventional, he hadn't really given thought to how unconventional that might've meant. They channelled the light and dark when they socialised together. Jonathan with his sandy coloured hair, blue eyes, golden skin and easy smile and Everett with his dark hair and dark eyes contrasting against his light skin. Everett half smiled to himself, knowing that he'd taken the bait. If he walked away now, he wouldn't go back, but he certainly wouldn't be forgetting as easily as the woman in latex told him he would be. -- Selene stepped back and silently took a deep breath. Something was bothering Lloyd Whitner. He was being unusually difficult tonight. He had seemed a little off when he'd entered and although he had washed as per usual but he hadn't been as thorough as required, in fact it seemed as though he hadn't used any of the soap. Selene recognised that she'd made a mistake letting the issue of cleanliness slide and beginning immediately with securing his arms behind his back, binding the jute from his wrists to half up his forearms. He was taking longer than usual to respond to her requests, almost to the point of defiance and she could sense tension or anger. "Kneel." Lloyd didn't move. Selene resisted aiming the cane at his calves and debated whether to end the session. Instead she blindfolded him, ignoring his attempted to catch her attention by looking at her, another thing he knew well enough not to do by now. She was indifferent as she secured it tightly, not allowing him to goad her into treating him roughly out of anger. She then walked away from him, towards her exit and pressed the button. The door swooshed open, but she let it automatically close and stayed against the wall watching him. Several minutes went by, and she watched curiously as the fight slowly seeped out of him. She could see Lloyd's soft shoulders drop slightly and wondered what to do with him. Pressing the exit button again, she watched his head perk up as he heard the swoosh and she walked up to him, her heels echoing against the floor. She then circled him one way and then the other and stood in front of him. With the end of her cane she tapped the underneath of his chin. She pretended to take a deep sniff, and opened her mouth to tell him that he stunk, but changed her mind. Instead she aimed the cane at arse cheek, the flesh reverberating against the crack of the rattan which echoed in the room. Lloyd gasped and grunted, one knee buckling slightly as the pain sliced and bloomed. He wasn't expecting it and Selene didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he'd irritated her with his disobedience. Looking down at the cane a fleeting image of her using a whangee on him, caused her skin to prickle underneath the latex, despite the warmth of her body. A wry grin settled on her lips. She knew he wasn't ready for that, the cane in her hand was more than enough. Thumpers were fun, but it slice of this thin cane gave her more pleasure than a full resounding hit every time. People often underestimated the thinner canes, thinking that the bigger ones would be more hurtful. With that thought in mind she continued, watching as each strike forced Lloyd to move. At first he tried to take it without a sound, then he involuntarily pushed himself up on his toes as he tried to stretch out away from the pain, squeezing his cheeks tightly. Selene watched his reactions, understanding that he wouldn't be able to take much more and she didn't want him to fall to his knees on the concrete floor, knowing that that he could injure himself. After a moment's silence it came, the first tears as Lloyed whimpered. Selene smiled. A couple more and it would be over and she was right. Before the last strike made contact with his flesh Lloyd shook, almost choking on his breath as he fought to stop himself from crying. Wordlessly, Selene gently caressed the welts on his flesh and her tender touch was all it took as he suddenly cried out, suddenly sobbing as the emotion broke free of his resistance. His shoulders shook as the tears soaked his blindfold, his breath catching intermittently as his sobs faded away. She heard his sniffle and quickly untied his arms. "Come Lloyd," she whispered quietly, holding his hand and leading him through the door. Once in the bathroom, she set up a stool with a padded seat inside the shower and helped him sit. Lloyd hissed, lifting his ass off the seat before slowly easing them down again with a grimace before relaxing. Selene turned the shower on, letting the water fall slowly over him before removing the blindfold and pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Are you okay Lloyd?" Lloyd nodded, his wet grey hair, looking deceivingly dark. "Is there something you want to tell me?" Lloyd looked down at his lap and sighed before it all came tumbling out. Work had been particularly stressful. One of his subordinates had royally fucked up, and a young aggressive go-getter was angling for his job. It wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with this sort of thing before, but he'd suddenly found himself for the first-time in thirty odd years, at a loss. He was tired. Tired and angry, at himself, at the company and the asshole who wanted his job and the fuck up he had to fix. Selene listened quietly. Lloyd had been with her for four years. They'd gotten to a point where Lloyd was happy with his sessions and wanted to continue that way. He wasn't too good with change, and everything they'd attempted was a challenge to say the least, but Selene respected the way he'd grown and his trust in her, so when they'd reached a point where he was certain in what he wanted, Selene was pleased he found his place. Occasionally she still did push him a little, just enough to stop him from becoming complacent. "I understand Lloyd, I do, I'm more than happy to listen after our sessions, but I can't have you disobeying me Lloyd. It undermines everything we've worked together for." Selene shampooed his hair. "Perhaps your needs have changed. You do know that therapy is a lot cheaper." She teased him gently and Lloyd's head turned sharply. "Please no, Mistress. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I just wanted to..." Selene nodded. "I know what you were trying to do Lloyd." Lloyd hung his head as she rinsed his hair. "Come now. Do you feel better?" He nodded and took a deep breath. "I do." He voiced sounded stronger. "Thank you." "You're welcome. Just promise me Lloyd that you'll think twice about our sessions, if you're not a good place. Otherwise, this might be something we have to discuss. Perhaps your needs are changing, and it's something I need to accommodate, as I have in the past." Lloyd suddenly shuddered hard and Selene had to suppress a small smile. He hadn't dealt with some of their early discovery sessions too well. Once was enough for him to know that he didn't like it and he was usually quite finite about his feelings. "I promise Mistress. I'll come to you to talk about it, and I will think about it. I'm sorry for not presenting myself properly today." "Shhh. I accept your apology. I want you to understand what you did and your reasons for it, but I don't want you to dwell on it." Lloyd nodded again. "Now finish cleaning yourself and go relax. I'll return to check on you." -- "Well?" "Well what?" Jonathan rolled the whiskey around the tumbler and scrutinised Everett's face, his blue eyes narrowing. He then took a large gulp and set it on the bar. "You're not going to tell me, are you." Everett wanted to laugh. The curiousity was killing him. "If you were so interested, why didn't you take the offer instead?" "I'm starting to think I should have." he grumbled. This time Everett couldn't withhold his laugh. He shook his head and drank his scotch. "Think this is funny do you?" A calculating gleam appeared in his eye. Everett cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. Jonathan's face was passive as studied him for a moment. "Always the gentleman..." He looked behind him. "Ah, there are the two ladies I wanted to chat with." He turned and winked, his face returning to it's usual playful expression and left Everett at the bar. -- Everett tried not to make a big deal out of it in his mind, but he couldn't pin down his feelings. One. He could do just one and leave. He could start and then stop the appointment, if he wanted or if it was too much. The power was in his hands. He knew all these things yet, he couldn't bring himself to outwardly say yes, but neither could call and say no. He would never admit it, even if he begrudgingly considered it himself, but if these were the feelings he was having now. How would he feel if he said yes and proceeded? Everett's jaw tightened and he forced himself to pick up the phone. He'd wasted too much time—it was time to make a decision. -- "You look delectable tonight." The heat from his murmur curled over her ear. Selene didn't turn. "Come now James, you say that to all your playthings." "Dear Selene, when are you going to leave your little castle and come and play with me?" To James Bellvue, sex was a second skin. His lithe six foot frame shadowed Selene as he stood next to her; but she'd become immune to his charms long ago. Unfortunately that wasn't the case for most people—of both sexes. She'd watched countless times as women went slack-jawed in his presence; the promise of sex layered with a dangerous hint of the unknown. James moved with a curious grace, his face a contour of sensuality—even his baritone voice hummed with lust. The only problem was if you even had an inkling that it might cost you your soul—you were right. James discarded his playthings as quickly as he picked them up. His reputation as man of insatiable appetites was not something for mere gossip. It was a warning. Selene sipped her wine and tightened her fingers on the stem. "We've already done that." "Mmm of course, how could I forget," he suddenly took the stool in front of her and sat on the edge, his pale jade eyes looking into hers as he eased his trousers up. Slipping an arm around Selene, he pulled her between his legs and she felt the pressure of his fingertips on her spine, guiding her gently against him. His cock was hard. He wanted her to know he was remembering. Remembering her debasement, loving the black streaks that her tears painted and the taste of her whipped cunt. For a moment she allowed herself to succumb to the feeling, the old familiar ache spread from the inside out against the back of her throat and spearheading straight between her legs. Selene drew her eyelids down lazily, looking at James' mouth, allowing her tongue to dart down and sweep across her bottom lip. She then looked back into his eyes. "That was a long time ago, and it would take an extraordinary man for me to get down on my knees again." Something passed in his eyes, but he suddenly smiled. "Nothing would give me more pleasure than relive old memories this evening," he paused, "in each and every minute explicit detail, but that's not quite what I'm talking about." Selene allowed herself to relax and smile. "We've been through this before James, I'm not interested." He straightened and gave her a mocking look. "And you're satisfied with your, what—ten or so clients?" James had released her. "Long standing clients," he said it as if it were distasteful, "that you know every single thing about. Nothing new to discover. Tell me Selene—are your desires fulfilled?" Selene looked at James, refusing to give anything away. "And you James, are so satisfied that you quickly break them down and discard them, only to start all over again? Barely long enough for them to know anything about you." He suddenly laughed, as if it were the most delightful thing he'd heard. "Oh Selene, but I am. You should try it some time." "Oh James..." she paused, "do you really think there'll be a cold day in hell?" She watched as his eyes narrowed. "As much as we're different from them," she looked around the bar and then looked back at him, "we're really not." Selene slowly circled his neck with her arms, gently sliding her cheek against his until her breasts flattened against his chest and her lips reach his ears. His hard cock pressed into her. "Sometimes we also just need strip everything away, no masks, no tools and give into our need for a good hard fuck." She resisted the desire to slide the tip of her tongue slowly over his ear. Selene was on dangerous ground with James; she didn't need to put herself at the top of his list. She slowly released him. "It was a pleasure to see you James, as always." "Selene." His hands were vice grips around her upper arms. She looked at him blankly, not wanting to show him the sudden apprehension that squeezed her from within. She knew that look, and she suppressed a sigh. It was a promise that her screaming, would be music to his ears.