Fear and Lusting
Chapter Two
(Note to the reader: This is the second chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)
Jen's naked body was lying curled across Dan, her left leg thrown over his stomach and pressing against his tired and spent penis. She caressed his chest hair as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Dan was almost comatose from the hours of exertion Jen had extracted from him. It was late at night or early morning. He couldn't see the clock and couldn't lift his head to do so. He had almost nodded off to sleep, when he heard her ask, "So, what's your darkest fantasy?"
His eyelids sprang open and he looked down at her. "Hmmm?" he asked, unsure of his response.
"I told you mine, now you have to tell me yours!" she said.
Dan remembered how she had told him about it almost a week ago. They had been dating for almost a year and a half, the amount of time even the most passionate of relationships seem to exhaust their full steam. They could tell theirs was running out, too, even though they still intensely loved each other. They had been explorative and passionate in their love making, but there was still that feeling that everyone gets by that point in time. Something was missing. The lust wanes and the fiery sex flames of yesterday die down to glowing embers that only occasionally emit sparks. He wanted Jen to stay with him with all the desire in his heart and lusted after her like no other woman he knew, either in fantasy or reality, so he had decided to dig deeper and see what he could find.
He had been laying across the foot of the bed, his left arm supporting his head while he looked at her beautiful face concentrating on her pleasure as two of the fingers of his right hand massaged the inside of her pussy and his ring finger caressed and penetrated her asshole. She held a small, vibrating egg to her clit while she lay on her back in front of him. She had rolled her head around and looked at him with half closed eyes.
He stared at her and asked, "Tell me your darkest fantasy."
Her eyes opened a little and she smiled. "You know what it is. It's when you wake up before me on a Saturday and get cleaned and dressed and then come and pull my naked body out of the bed to the floor. Then you tie my hands to the bed and tie my feet together and put a blindfold and gag on me. All through the day, you come in whenever you want and use my body – "
"No. I mean, tell me your Darkest fantasy," he interrupted her, even though he loved this story. Jen just stared at him for a few seconds. The hum of the vibrator filled the silence. "Tell me the one that you would never tell anyone. The one that enters your mind when you're masturbating and can find nothing else to get you off. You know the one I mean. The one that is sick and horrible and yet makes your clit explode."
The vibrator stopped and Jen pulled it up to her chest and her shocked and surprised look betrayed an almost intense glee. "No!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "No one gets to know about that! Come on!"
Dan withdrew his fingers from her holes and moved up to lie beside her before shoving them all in her mouth so she tasted her own pussy and ass juice. She instantly moaned and relaxed. The vibrator flicked back on and she pressed it on her clit. Dan could feel her deep, sharp breaths from her nose on his hand as she sucked insistently on his fingers.
"Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "Just close your eyes and start imaging it and narrate it for me. It's all right. I promise I won't get freaked out. I might not be able to make it happen for you, but tell me anyway and I'll at least have some more dirty things to say to you while I fuck you."
Jen moaned and released his fingers. She turned her face slightly away from him. She was thrilled he wanted to know, but also apprehensive. Would it repulse him? Probably not, she thought. Would it excite him?
That's what scared her a little, but she took a small breath and closed her eyes and said, "There's a man waiting for me when I come home. I don't know why he's there or what he wants, but he grabs me and forces me onto the bed. He holds me down and cuts my clothes off...." She breathed deeply a few times and swallowed as her legs opened wider and she turned the intensity of the vibrator to maximum.
"He orders me to be quiet and stay still..." Her voice pitched up a little as she said this and Dan could see her throat muscles clench. "He keeps the knife pressed near my cunt as he makes me tie my own hands to the bed." Her voice was louder now. Her hands were pressed against her pussy, one holding the egg, the other pushing fingers deep into her sopping cunt.
"He takes ropes and ties my ankles to the bed as far apart as they'll go! I start to scream, but he covers my lips and then stuffs my ripped panties and bra in my mouth... ANNNNHHHHH!" she moaned loud and hard. She breathed quickly and worked her pussy faster. She was breathing hard and tensing all of her muscles. Dan reached out and put one hand over her mouth and the other over her heart.
"Shhh. Just relax," he whispered in her ear. Jen felt his hand covering her mouth and pressing firmly on her chest and she slowed her heart under his command. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just take deep breaths and stay still for me." Her back arched up a little at his words, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Now tell me, little whore. Tell me more about what's happening." Dan spread his fingers over her face so she could move her mouth to speak.
