Her Dark Night - NC-17/Chapter Three -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 15:10:40 07/07/02 Sun
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Her Dark Night - NC-17/Chapter Three
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Her Dark Night - NC-17 (seriously)" on 11:43:16 07/07/02 Sun

Chapter Three

Luke walked with his captive prize towards the bed. She had obviously gone all out for her romantic evening with the fool. The finest sheer, white cotton sheets covered the bed. A few token rose petals on top. Trite, he thought, but forgivable when one considered the fool for which she had prepared herself. With a devilish leer he set her carefully on the bed. Looking down at her with pleasure. The night, at first so boring, was definitely looking up.

She lay there at first, dazed with the speed with which he had moved, the strength in his arms. She had always meant to lose those last few pounds, but he treated her as if she were weightless. The scented candles cast a hypnotic net around her. The flames flickering softly over his large form. As she watched he reached up and removed the heavy, black overcoat and dropped it on the floor. He grinned at her again. The beard added a demonic look to his features in the half-light. He moved closer to the bed and put one knee upon it. She could feel the mattress give beneath his solid, muscular weight. As she watched in fascination he extended a black gloved hand towards her.

Suddenly, the haze left her senses. Black gloves? Who was this guy? What in the hell was she doing here letting him touch her? A careful woman all her life, what in the hell was she doing have sexual fantasies about some stranger that just appeared in her apartment. She struggled to rise, trapped in the lace duster twisted beneath her.

�Look, mister.� Oh my god, he�s never even said his name, she thought to herself. How embarrassing. �You really need to just up and leave. I won�t call the cops, I won�t say anything to anybody. I just need you to leave.�

He stopped and looked at her with evident disappointment. �Oh, I don�t think so.� He said after a long moment of silence.

�What?� Fear finally started to rise within her, sending the last of the alcohol from her bloodstream. �Really, just let me up, and I�ll let you out and we can just forget about this.�

�I really. Don�t. Think. So.� Each of his words was short and clipped. She could see a hint of what she could only call devilish insanity deep within his eyes. �This is my game, and we are going to finish playing.�

�Game? Come on.� As she started to rise he reached out with that black gloved hand and effortlessly held her down. She was definitely afraid now. She struck out at him with her hands, clawing, struggling. She tried to remember some of her basic self-defense classes. Running through her mind was cardinal rule number one: don�t let yourself get into stupid situations. Well, shit, this was definitely stupid situation number one.

He just smiled down at her, ignoring her struggles as if they weren�t even there. �Oh, I like the game you are playing.� He almost purred at her. He reached down and with an agile tongue, licked the side of her face. He released her slowly and backed off the bed. He moved over towards her dresser and opened the top drawer. Seeing her opportunity she leapt from the bed and ran towards the bedroom door.

With almost inhuman speed he reached out and caught her. He dragged her back against him, grinding his erection into her soft flesh. He walked her over to the mirror and stood behind her. She stared at the picture they made, the two of them together. Her hair was tousled, her breathing ragged, her eyes wild, half with fear, half with desire. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. He held one large black gloved hand at her throat, gently, but firmly, refusing to allow her to knock her head back into his chest. The other large hand was splayed out over her belly, pressing her against him. She trembled at her helplessness.

They each looked at the mirror image in silence, unmoving. Finally, he raised the hand from her belly and with a gentle finger, traced the tops of her breasts as they rose above the white satin.

�Don�t you want to play with me?� He questioned her. His tone was quiet and serious. He moved the finger and traced the outside of her nipple, exposed during their struggles. �I want to play with you. You feel like satin. I bet you taste like satin also. Won�t you let me find out?� His lips pouted slightly, like a child denied a treat.

She stared at his eyes in the mirror. They almost seemed to whirl with his unfettered and overwhelming lust. The combination of his closeness and the gentleness of his touch conspired against her common sense. His low, rough words seduced her with dark, sensual images. Her legs trembled against his. Without his support she doubted she would be able to stand. He continued to whisper softly into her ear, her throat still held captive in his hand, while his fingers teased her nipple to a sharp point.

�Everyone has a fantasy. Something so dark and desperate that they will never share it with anyone. Let me be your fantasy tonight. Please?�

It was the final word that was her undoing. Uttered so softly she almost didn�t hear it. Whatever else drove this man she couldn�t doubt his sincerity, his desire for her. Not with it pressed up against her. He could see her unspoken acceptance in her eyes.

Turning her slowly towards him he lowered his face to hers. He paused, his lips held a breath away from hers. Giving her time to protest or to drown in the sensual wave that was him. She looked up into his eyes, unable to do anything else other than plead with him soundlessly, her lips quivered. Finally, he covered her mouth with his. His lips firm and gentle, seeking and receiving her permission to continue. He groaned, the sound vibrating in the back of his throat and pulled her even closing against him. Crushing her breasts against the rough wool of his sweater.

She gasped in response, her lips parting, her eyes closing. The kiss changed. No longer the seeker, he became the conqueror. He delved deeply into her mouth. Tasting her sweetness, mixed with the tartness of the champagne. He let his tongue wrap gently around hers, sucking and teasing. Using his tongue to simulate the sex act, the kiss itself became an act of penetration.

She quivered in response, her limbs felt heavy and liquid. Desires she had never known swept through her body. Recognizing this, he lifted his head and gave an exuberant laugh. �Ah, this game will be fine indeed.� He picked her up once again and carried her back to waiting bed.

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