Falling For Evil

Part Five

   I groggily opened one eye to see slips of light filter around the room. I can't move, my body was aching from my head all the way down to my feet, that guy did exactly as he said he would. He ruined me, and my arse still felt like it was on fire. Then I shivered thinking about it, heat descended upon my skin and I silently moaned into the soft pillow. God, re-seeing it, the look in his eyes was that of a rabid animal and he was right, I was screaming his damn name so much my voice went hoarse.

   "Perfect," I struggled to lift my head. "Got ya."

  "What?" And with a flash of light and a clicking, he took a damn picture. "What are you doing?"

   "Getting a picture of your beautiful self," he said and did it again. I threw my arm over my face and tried to move. "Not yet cutie, I want more pictures."

   "Stop it," I tried to push him away, then he was on top of me. Camera in hand. "Don't take pictures of me."

   "No way, I'm commemorating the moment."

  "I...I don't like it, so stop."

  Leaning in, his lips almost brushing against mine, I felt his devious smile. "Your so fucking sexy, Adam," his tongue slips from his mouth and lapped gently across my lips. "And your arse is so juicy and tight." I gulped and my dick grew hard. "Let's give you a good morning blowjob to mark this special occasion."

   "Wait," I said, grabbing his hand. "What do you mean?"

   A smile creeps across his perfect face and my breath hitched. "Your mine now, Adam. All mine." Fuck!!! My inner demon was squealing with glee, but my heart wanted to jump from my chest and get the hell away from here. "This is just the start."

   "I...I don't…" Before I could let out any more words, he growled and crushed his lips to mine. Slick and wet. A groan escaped me and I undoubtedly wanted him, again. This frightening and beautiful man, his terrifying possessiveness was almost too much to bear, yet I actually wanted it. I wanted him to be mine. Could I tell him that too? Would he be pissed off if I did? 

   "Your dick is beautiful." And the flash went again on that damn camera. "I'm going to masturbate to these pictures." 

  I fist his soft hair, my back arches. "Your nuts." His lips move over my burning skin. My body was almost at melting point and I succumbed when his mouth swallowed me all the way to my base. He moaned down my shaft. I was already brimming on that edge. That dark and beautiful edge, a deep void of nothing I wanted to fall into and disappear, with only him. "Travis," I whispered. Fuck, he's relentless. Up and down, wet and sloppy, the sounds turning me on more. It felt fucking incredible. I'm going to come so hard…"I..fuck, coming."

   "Mmmm," was all he wrote and I shot my load right down his pretty tight throat. "So good," he said, digging his fingers into my hips. "You taste delicious." His eyes burn with satisfaction and need. The two combined scared the shit out of me and also intrigued me too. "Your come tastes so good I want to drink you dry."

  "Please don't."

  He smiles and slips up my body, his lips kiss my chin to my nose. "Beautiful, so beautiful. You are mine, right?"

   "Well, it's our first night together, shouldn't we see how it goes?"

   He grimaced for a second and my heart almost stopped, then a smile broke free. "Idiot, just say your mine And I will give you anything and everything."

   "I...I don't need anything." I stutter, falling over my own words. Dammit, he's so fucking gorgeous. 

   "Oh, but you do, doc. You need me, you need satisfaction. You need to be pulled from this dismal shit infested world and chucked, heart, body and soul, into a world of pain and pleasure. We can do anything, be anything. I will help you reach the very top and stay there. I'm yours too Adam."

   "Oh," I paused. The words yes were stuck in my throat. I want that. I want his pleasure, his pain, his everything. I want to scream YES and let him fuck me right now, yet I couldn't. Was I scared? And what was I actually scared of? Him? No, not him. But me. I'm scared of myself. And what I'd be capable of doing to keep him. 

   "I can read you like a book. Don't be scared. I won't hurt you. But ...I will make you."

  "Make me?"

  "Yeah. Make you into mine. Mould and shape you. Do you want that?"

   "Huh, I'd like to see how you're going to do that Travis." 

   He side eyed for the briefest moment. "Oh I will." 

 Huh, I thought. "Go ahead, try. I actually want you to." Mould me. Into what exactly? He's definitely goading me. He has to be. 

  "Mmmm, good boy Adam," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair. "Good boy."

   My god! Did he just make me go all sissy gooey hearing him call me a good boy? Jesus christ this is hot and weird all the same. "I will always be good for you." I replied, arching a brow. "Unbelievably good." And there was me the night before humouring him. Letting him on things one should never speak out of the office, it's bad taste. Hmp. But now I cannot deny it, this man, this unquestionably beautiful and sinful man is mine. No one else can have him. I will make that clear for anyone who even tries. 

  "I know you will. Shall we have some morning fun?"

  "I want morning fun." I was head over fucking heels for the guy. He made my body turn to jelly and my heart bang in my chest. This beautiful twisted and sadistic misogynist is everything I need and more. No more will he feel angry at the world. No more will anyone even try to question him. And no more will he despair, ever. As they say…. Despair is the affliction of the godless, and in my eyes, Travis is godly. Otherworldly…. MINE. I'm… Fucking crackers.