0 comments/ 34658 views/ 4 favorites A Jewel in the Night Ch. 1 By: Mjolnir It was a warm August evening, clear and calm. Ruby had been celebrating her promotion at work, the one she had been striving for the entire two years she had been with the company. It had been extremely frustrating seeing so many less qualified people pass her by, but she refused to stoop to the politicking and backstabbing that earned their promotions. It was, therefore, somewhat of an affirmation that she was recognized on her own merits, by the CEO himself, and given the position she so richly deserved. Along with her promotion, she was given a week's vacation, while her new office was prepared for her. After her night out on the town, she took the same route home that she always did. She also came home, as she always did, alone. This was not entirely her choice, but she had yet to meet that one that she truly felt comfortable with. As she left the subway station, lost in a happy fog of vindication and liquor, she felt an arm drape across her shoulders. Coming back to the present with a start, she looked to the source of the arm, and saw a young man, not more than eighteen or nineteen years old, staring back at her hungrily. "Don't say a word, bitch. If even a single peep comes out of your mouth, you'll be dead before you complete the word. Just act as though we're old friends." Looking down, she saw the knife held casually in the young man's hand, and knew she had no choice. Casting a pleading glance briefly at her escort, she realized that mercy was not a word he knew. Choking back a sob, she nodded, hoping at least that he would let her live. "Good, good. I've been watching you for awhile, slut. I've seen the way you carry yourself, and I know how you must be getting all that money for those fine clothes you're always wearing. I just want to take a little sample of your wares, that's all. Don't worry, it won't hurt...much." With an evil grin, he steered her down an alleyway. Once they were out of open sight of the street, he gave up all pretense of gentleness. Roughly grabbing a handful of her dark hair, he dragged her behind a dumpster, and shoved her into the waiting arms of a much larger youth, who immediately began fondling her firm breasts. "Scream all you want now, bitch. It'll just turn Dino here on. There's no one else to hear you, anyway. No one that'll care, at least." With that, he turned the knife around in his hand, and with a quick slash between her breasts, cut open the blouse she was wearing. "You won't be needing that anymore. Let's just see how much of this is real, shall we?" Dino, meanwhile, was still playing with her tits. With a quizzical grunt, he looked from Ruby to his cohort, and back again. "Relax, boy. Soon, but not just yet. It's so much sweeter with the smell of fear on them. I just need to make sure she's ready for us." Working with practiced skill, the blade wielder cut the rest of Ruby's clothing from her body. Though she knew what was coming next, she had never been totally bare before another person before. Instinctively, she began to struggle, though intellectually she knew it was futile. Blade-boy backhanded her across the face, growling "Don't test me, whore. You can't stop us now. We'll do what we want, and if we aren't happy when we're through, well, just hope you can make us happy." Reeling from the pain and shock of the slap, Ruby stopped struggling. The knife wielder smiled cruelly, obviously enjoying her suffering. Reaching down with his free hand, he began sliding a finger into her tight pussy. When he brought his hand up to her face, he angrily whispered, "Dry. Naughty, naughty. We can't have you so dry. I think a nice spanking will moisten you up, don't you, Dino?" When she just shook her head, the hand pulled back for another hard slap. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the blow. It never came. In an instant, she heard the sound of something heavy striking bone, not once, but twice. After the second thud, the grip on her arms was released, and she sank to her knees, in her relief not caring about the filth. Suddenly, strong arms lifted her to her feet, and she screamed in surprise, still not opening her eyes. When she felt a jacket wrap around her body, she finally looked up, into a pair of concerned blue eyes. Seeing that she was aware of his presence, the blue eyed man gently lifted her into his arms. She reached around behind his neck, interlacing her fingers, and buried her head into his warm shoulder. Without knowing why, she felt more secure in his arms than she had ever felt before. Within moments, she was asleep, the memories of the past few minutes seemingly a lifetime ago. To Be Continued... A Jewel in the Night Ch. 2 Ruby woke to the soft sound of a pencil being brushed along a sheet of paper. She smiled briefly, for a moment lost in that beautiful space between sleep and full wakefulness. In a flash, however, the memories of last night came flooding back, and she sat bolt upright, a look of terror on her face. Looking around, she saw herself in an unfamiliar room, and she clutched the sheet around herself, curling into a ball. The tears began to flow, but within an instant, she was again wrapped in those reassuring arms from the night before. "Relax, my angel. It's over. Those two will be hurting no one ever again." The man's voice was deep and soothing, as he whispered gently to her. Before she realized, Ruby once again calmed down, leaning into the comforting arms of the man beside her. "Thank you. No words I have can ever match my gratitude. So few people care, and I was certain that I would be used and thrown away by those beasts." Sighing with peaceful contentment, Ruby once again closed her eyes, and rested her head back against the strong arm and neck of her rescuer. The man studied her features for a few moments, taking in every inch of her face. His expert eyes found every slight ripple in her cheek, every mole, every "flaw". He quickly got lost in the perfection of her human imperfections. Gently, without thinking, he kissed her cheek, brushing his lips across her pale skin. At this, her eyes opened, and she looked, for the first time in the light, at the face of this man. She saw the intense passion in his eyes, the slight curl of his lip, the wild hair atop his head. She knew, in an instant, that this was who she had been waiting for all these years. Her heart immediately got lost in his blue eyes, but her head refused to yield. Fighting against the temptation to stay in this embrace forever, she pulled herself away from his arms. With a downcast look, the man stood, revealing a lean, muscled body. Stooping to pick up the drawing pad and pencil from where he dropped them in his haste, he whispered, "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." Without another word, or backward glance, he walked from the room, shutting the door gently behind him. Cursing herself for her fear, Ruby sat for a moment, wondering at this man who had come from the darkness to save her from rape, or worse, and asked nothing but a kiss in return. She had never considered herself to be beautiful. She had always been considered "plain", and "just one of the guys" in school, with none of the boys she had known showing the slightest interest in her physically. She was the girl the guys would come to asking advice about how to get a girl's attention. She was never the one whose attention was desired. Her girlfriends had all told her that they envied her raven hair and almond eyes. She had always ignored them, assuming they were just trying to boost her self esteem. Even now, none of the men she worked with had seemed interested in her. She'd gone out on a couple of dates, and even had some good-night kisses. None of the men she had dated, though, had looked at her like this man. She wondered what he saw that she didn't. Standing up, keeping the sheet around her, as her clothes still lay in tatters in that dank alleyway, she quietly walked to the door. Opening it slightly, she looked around, not sure whether she hoped he was there or not. Seeing the hallway empty, she padded quietly to the bathroom. Letting the sheet drop, she turned on the shower. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she saw the streaks from her tears under her eyes, and the disarray of her hair. Taking a firm grip on her emotions, she bit back the tears that welled up at the image before her. Something clicked inside her mind, and she decided that she was no longer going to let life pass her by. With that resolution, she stepped under the steaming water and washed the grime of the previous night, and the doubts of two dozen years, down the drain. To Be Continued... A Jewel in the Night Ch. 3 When she stepped from the shower, Ruby felt like a changed woman. After drying off with the big, fluffy towel hanging from the rack, she took a moment to work the tangles loose from her hair. Satisfied with the results, she reached for the terrycloth robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door. Short on her host, it reached nearly to her ankles. After securely tying the belt, she opened the bathroom door. Her nostrils were greeted by the combination of brewing coffee and frying bacon. Suddenly realizing how long it had been since her last meal, she followed her nose to the smell. Looking up as she walked in, the man's eyes lit with an unidentifiable glow, somewhere between admiration and relief. "I'm glad to see you up. You make that robe look better than I ever did." Without another word, he served up a plate of bacon and eggs, with hash browns on the side, and a hot cup of coffee. As she sat and ravenously ate her fill, he merely leaned on the table, watching her with nothing short of wonder. Pausing to take a breath between bites, Ruby said, "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Ruby. And you?" "My name is Michael. I've seen you walking by so many times. I saw you last night, even. I'd never seen the boy, though, and even from here I could see the fear on your face. An artist's eye, I guess." "You're an artist? What do you draw?" Ruby had always respected artists. Stick figures and coloring within the lines were the extent of her artistic talents. "Still lifes, mostly. I can paint an apple with my eyes closed. I occasionally venture into portraits, but am too harsh a critic of myself to show others my work." He flushed with embarrassment, adding, "Would you like to see some?" Laughing slightly at his discomfiture, she nodded. Dropping the empty plate in the sink, he led her to his studio. Spread out before her were twenty paintings, some complete, some in progress. Most of them had one uniting element: her. "I take pictures of the people walking by. They are my models. You are, by far, my favorite." He said all this with his eyes glued to the floor. As she walked from painting to painting, she saw herself as Michael must. She was stunned by the revelation. No matter how many others were in the picture, she was always the brightest, most detailed. It seemed as though a photograph had been taken with everything else out of focus. With amazement, she turned to him. Reaching up, she lifted his chin until his eyes met hers. She pulled him closer, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Momentarily shocked, he did not immediately return the kiss. But the surprise did not last long. Raising his hands to her face, he began caressing her cheek as the kiss continued. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled gently away. "I've loved you from the moment I saw you. Last night was the first time I felt I could approach and not seem psychotic. I couldn't allow-" She silenced him with a finger to his lips. "No words. I think I've felt your eyes on me. I've felt for months that someone was watching over me." Choking up, she did the only thing she could think to do. She kissed him again. He continued kissing her, breaking contact with her lips to gently brush her cheeks. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment, as he moved across her eyelids, down the other cheek, and onto her ear. Smiling contentedly to herself, she stroked his back, as he kissed down to her neck. His hands reached for the cotton belt, and then back to her shoulders to slip the robe from her arms. Falling to his knees, he began kissing down her chest. He first kissed between her breasts, then moved to her nipples. Meanwhile, his hands were caressing her legs, stroking from the ankle to the knee. While his hands and mouth were busy, Ruby was not sitting idly by. One hand ran through his blond hair, and the other slid between them, pulling on his shirt. Wit him Lost in the heat of passion, it took a few moments for her to work the shirt off. By the time he was naked from the waist up, he had begun kissing her toned stomach, relishing in the scent of her sweat. Within moments, he found himself at the cleft between her legs. He pushed her towards his easel, which she braced herself on for support. Hesitantly, he began probing her pussy with his tongue. With increasingly bolder movement, he gradually added his fingers to the action. Within moments, Ruby was writhing in ecstasy. Unable to hold back any longer, Ruby let out a primal scream, as she reached the first orgasm she had ever had with another person. Reaching down with both hands, she dug her nails into the back of Michael's head, grinding him into her pussy. His mouth and nose were filled with her smell and scent, driving him to a higher state of passion than he had ever been in. Though he had been a ladies man in school, he had never gone as this far before. The most he had ever done was some heavy petting. After her second orgasm, Ruby pushed his head away, gasping for air. "Enough. I can't take any more." Looking at him with a twinkle in her eye, she smiled. "Maybe it's your turn. Let's see how stiff you are." Meeting no resistance, she pushed him to the floor on his back. Kneeling between his legs, she removed the tented boxers he was wearing, revealing his rigid cock. Smiling seductively, she bent down to his member. Tentatively, she began running her tongue up and down the length of the shaft. Finding the taste to her liking, she began taking a little more of the penis into her mouth. Before long, she had the entire length into the back of her throat. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, she began moving her head up and down on his cock, going from fully enveloping it to leaving only the tip between her lips, where she gently nibbled at the sensitive flesh. Having never been in this position before, Michael was not long able to control his orgasm. After only a few strokes, he exploded into her mouth, the sticky cum hitting the back of her throat. Pulling back, a slightly audible pop as she released his rod from her lips, Ruby coughed a little, having been unprepared for the sudden stream of liquid. The fit soon passed, and Ruby smiled as she saw the look of utter contentment on the face of her admirer. Laying down beside him on the floor, she wrapped her arms around him. Holding each other close, they basked in the glow of knowing that two souls had finally found the pieces which make them complete. To Be Continued... A Jewel in the Night Ch. 4 Michael held Ruby in his arms for an eternal moment. After a lifetime of searching, he had finally found the one person who could make him complete. Knowing this, he decided to savor the sensation of being in her arms. Holding her tightly, he whispered in her ear, "From the moment I first saw you, I knew. I have spent years looking for the person who would make me complete. I-" She cut him off with a kiss. "No more words," she sighed, as she paused for a breath. "I know your heart, for it beats in time with mine." Planting another tender kiss on his lips, she began gently pulling on the hairs of his chest, jolting him with ecstatic pain. Taking hold of her hand, he brought it to his mouth, and grazed the tips of her fingers with his lips. With his other hand, he reached between them, and caressed her moist pussy, stroking her clit. Probing gently, he nudged her onto her back. As he fingered her wet hole, he began nibbling her neck. Just as she was about to reach her second climax of the morning, the pressure suddenly stopped. Unable to contain his growing lust, Michael removed his fingers from her warm, moist pussy, guiding his once again stiff member to take their place. Slowly, he guided his prick into the inviting wetness below him. The delay was torturing Ruby, teasing her with the knowledge of what was coming. For a moment, she shut her eyes, biting her lip to stifle her moans. She opened them again at the sound of him taking a deep breath. Looking deep into her eyes, he suddenly plunged in completely. Ruby screamed in sudden pain, which soon gave way to a mounting pleasure. The feelings she was experiencing at the hands of Michael's fingers were increased tenfold. Gasping with lustful delight, Michael pulled back, plunging once again into her tight pussy. As he drove his shaft in and out of her, Michael stared at the eyes of the woman he had loved his whole life, without even knowing. Soon they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat. Michael bent his neck down, burying his face in the hollow between her head and shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he relished in her scent. Darting his tongue out, he delighted in her taste. His lips never left her skin as he moved back to her mouth. Their bodies were joined in a joyous rhythm, moving to the music of their souls. After what seemed an eternity, Michael felt the explosion coming on. Unable to hold back any longer, he let loose his seed. In unison, they screamed in rapture, announcing their pleasure to any who could hear. Holding each other tightly, they each vowed never to let the other go. Ruby absently wondered how her boss would react if she hired her own personal artist. Well, she would deal with that when the time came. Until then, she had another nine days to revel in the bliss of true love. All she knew for sure was that her life had taken a decided change for the better. - The End...perhaps. -