Dark Desire

  By J. A. Bailey

  Copyright 2012 ©J. A. Bailey

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Dark Desire

  Jess glanced at the paper in her hand, and then at the room door. This was the right number. Was she really going to go through with this?

  Taking a gulp of air, she steeled herself before smoothing down her short black dress. She felt self-conscious - it was rare she wore anything so revealing, but if there was ever a night to wear the dress that had been sitting in the back of her wardrobe for ages, then this was it.

  Hastily, she stuffed the slip of paper back into her bag and knocked before her courage deserted her.

  “Enter.” A man’s voice reverberated through the door. Deep and gruff, it sent a shiver to her toes.

  Tentatively, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She blinked in the dark, her pupils going wide as she adjusted to the transition from light to dark. Only the silvered light of the night filtered in through the partially open blinds that covered the large window at the back of the room.

  Initially she wondered if she had been hearing things and was alone, but as her eyes adjusted she made out the figure of a man sitting in one corner. She jumped as she spied him, her heart hammering in her chest. He was large - as near as she could tell in the dark - with broad shoulders that stuck out in stark contrast to the light behind him.

  Jess was rooted to the spot, completely paralysed by anticipation and the slight hum of apprehension. She knew she must have looked a fool but she was unsure of what to do next. Should she approach him? He had said nothing since she entered. Just - she assumed - watched her.

  The stranger shifted in his seat. She could hear the creak of leather and the rustle of clothes.

  “Take off your dress,” he demanded hoarsely.

  Licking her lips, she nodded, not confident that her voice would work if she attempted to speak. Glancing wildly around, she spied a console table to one side and she placed her bag on it before scurrying back to her original position. Slowly, she worked the zip of her dress down as far as she could before slipping it from her shoulders. With a wriggle, she pushed it down her hips until it pooled on the floor. She stepped out of her heels at the same time, grateful not to have to wobble on them any longer.

  She heard a sharp intake of breath and she was sure he muttered something under his breath. ‘Good God’ perhaps?

  Jess was unsure how much he could actually see in the meagre light, but as she flicked a look down her body, she could see that the thin strips of light highlighted her body in all the right places. She fidgeted in her black corset, wondering what he thought of it.

  It was perhaps tame compared to what some women wore, but with its tight cinching that caused her breasts to swell over the top and its matching black lace knickers, it was the most daring thing she had ever worn. Jess was more of a cotton underwear type of girl and generally chose comfort over style, but she was glad that she had picked this out for tonight. It made her feel glamorous and sexy.

  The tiny hairs on her body stood on end as he sat there, her heart hammering in her ears. She tried to stand as sexily as she could but she felt awkward in the gulf of silence. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again.

  “Turn around.”

  Jess turned and although she heard him approach, it still made her jump when she felt his hot breath brushing over her ear. He didn’t touch her, just stood close enough so that the heat of his body seemed to invade hers, thickening the air about her. His scent filled her nostrils, a mixture of soap and pure male musk.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in her ear before bringing a finger up to trace over her bare arm.

  She shuddered, feeling more beautiful than ever before under this strange man’s attentions.

  The finger felt rough, as if it belonged to a man that worked with his hands, and it continued to dance over her skin in small circular motions. He persisted upwards, brushing all the way to where her shoulder met her neck, and with the other hand he swept aside her long golden hair before teasing his finger over the top of her spine.

  Jess inhaled deeply as her legs trembled. How could such a small gesture cause so much turmoil within her? Her stomach clenched with each touch and moisture gathered between her legs.

  Finally his lips met the back of her neck and she nearly hit the ceiling at the exquisiteness of it. One hand came around her stomach, pinning her to him, as the other caressed her arm, and he continued to press kisses on the back of her neck, working his way round to the curve of her shoulder.

  She vaguely registered his rigid manhood pressing into her bottom as the stranger held her to him with his powerful arms. She wondered if it would match the rest of him, which felt strong and solid. He had to be quite a bit taller than she, as he had to stoop down to kiss her neck, and she decided his cock would probably be as large as the rest of him.

  Aching for the feel of his lips upon her mouth, she tried to turn her head towards him but he gently pushed her face forwards, nipping at her ear as he did so.

  “All in good time, beautiful.”

  The hand that had been stroking her arm worked its way around her front, fingering the curve of her breasts that swelled over the top of her corset. Dipping his finger between them, she gasped as the other hand joined in, kneading them through the fabric.

  Her nipples ached in desperation and when one finger pushed underneath the corset, carefully brushing over her taut bud, she gasped.

  In a sudden movement, unlike all his others that seemed so carefully considered, he pulled at the corset, tearing it completely down the middle. Jess squealed as the cool air hit her bared breasts but she couldn’t bring herself to mourn the loss of her corset, which now lay somewhere in the dark, having been flung to one side.

  The man’s big hands captured each breast, rubbing his thumbs across her tender nipples and her head lolled against him as arcs of sensation shot through her, right to her centre. Her womanhood throbbed; begging for his touch as he roughly manipulated her breasts in a seemingly unrestrained manner.

  Perhaps he sensed her need, as one hand began to crawl its way down her stomach, causing her breath to hitch as he neared the edge of her knickers. As quickly as he had lost it, his control seemed to return and he wriggled his fingers under the lace in slow, deliberate movements.

  “Please…” she begged, aware of how lust soaked her voice sounded.

  In answer to her plea, a finger dropped down quickly, pressing briefly into her heat before retreating and she tried to mask her cry of frustration.

  With one hand still on her breast, he held her more forcefully against him, thrusting his cock against her. She moved with him, her need now almost unbearable and he growled in her ear at the feel of her bottom connecting with him.

  The hand at the edge of her knickers dived again and this time remained, drawing the slick wetness over her nub before tracing gentle circles over it. Her centre pulsed erratically at the combination of torment and gratification, the feeling so delicious yet not quite enough.

  Jess ground against his hand, as much as his strong arms would allow, as his breath hissed between his teeth. Did he enjoy this as much as she?

  At long last, a finger slid into her tight heat and she sobbed in gratitude, as his palm rubbed at her while his fingers delved deeper. Deeper and deeper his fingers glided into her, moving easily in her slick sheath.

  “Come for me.”

  His words broke her, triggering a climax so powerful that her legs gave way completely and she would have slid to the floor had he not kept her upright with his muscular arms. Sucking in ragged breaths, she remained wilted in his arms as he slowly withdrew his hand.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Jess obeyed, a decadent lethargy overtaking her body, not even caring when the world tilted as he scooped her into his arms, placing her down onto the soft bed.

  She laid there, her arms sprawled above her head, her chest still rising and failing with the aftermath of her orgasm, and waited. For a second she thought he had left her, but suddenly his hands came to either side of her head and his broad chest pressed against hers.

  Clenching her eyes shut, she explored him with her fingers, too scared to open them for fear of ending their tentative connection. He wore a dress shirt, she guessed. The crisp material fitted him perfectly, likely having been tailored to fit, and she could feel small pearl buttons running down the centre of it. Jess wondered if she would get the chance to see him in it. She surmised it would be quite a sight if the feel of his lithe body was anything to go by.

  Fingering her way up his arms, she stroked the undulating muscles that waited there under the fabric, tense with unspent power. He seemed to want to her to take her time getting to know his body as he remained still, hovering just above her.

  Spreading her hands across his back, she delighted in the way each muscle flexed beneath her fingertips. She moved her hands lower still and cupped at his buttocks through his trousers. Expensive and tailored, she decided, t

o match the shirt.

  His breath warmed her face and she realised his lips couldn’t be far away. She tilted her head upwards, hoping to close the gap, desperate for a taste of this incredible man. He rewarded her with the slightest brush of his lips against hers but as she made a sound of protest he captured her lips swiftly with an intoxicating kiss. His tongue played at her lips before seeking entrance, tangling with hers in a fiery dance of passion.

  The stranger’s kisses were drugging in their intensity, stealing all coherent thoughts from Jess, and all she could think about was the feel of his solid body against hers, pressing her deep into the thick sheets of the bed.

  He sucked on her lips, biting playfully as he went, as his hands surrounded her face in a movement that was almost loving, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks. Deepening the kiss, Jess frantically grappled with his shirt, wishing it would come free.

  The man chuckled. “Patience, angel.”

  She stilled her hands with a groan as his lips left hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He quickly dipped his head, drawing a nipple into his mouth and she moaned as his fingers pressed almost painfully into her ribs as he feasted on her, flicking her rosy tips with his tongue.

  Her hands clamped him there, unwilling to let go of the sweet torture of his moist mouth on her skin, but he easily broke free, kissing down her stomach. His fingers hooked underneath her knickers, tugging them down, inch by inch, and she imagined what she must look like to him, glistening and swollen under the pale moonlight.

  Apparently he approved as he practically leapt onto her as he divested her of her underwear, hurriedly thrusting his tongue into her damp cleft. Her bottom came off the bed as she whimpered and his hands took the opportunity to cup them, lifting her to him so his tongue could invade deeper. His teeth swept across her delicate softness in an almost unbearable motion.

  Biting down on her lip to prevent herself from begging, she gripped at the sheets as he tasted her repeatedly. Never duplicating the same movement, he caused a well of tension in her womb that just wouldn’t quite release. As soon as she neared completion, he seemed to shift, making her want to scream in frustration.

  Jess felt him smile against her as she barely supressed a scream by grabbing a pillow and smothering herself with it. Cold air assailed her as he left her suddenly and she waited, the pillow still covering her face.

  “Are your eyes still closed?” he asked.

  “Mmmh, mmmh.” Jess nodded under the pillow.

  He yanked it from her grasp and Jess heard it fall to the floor, but she kept her eyes squeezed shut, speculating as to what other tortures he had in mind for her.

  One of his hands grabbed hers and she realised that he stood beside the bed. She could smell the musk of his sex and she wondered how far she would have to move her head until her lips touched it. The man guided her hand to his erection and she gasped at the silky feel of him. He was large, she deduced, as she played her hand over it, circling it into her grasp. He was incredibly rigid and she could feel him pulse under her palm. How had he maintained such control with this raging erection?

  She massaged it slowly, dying to taste it. Had she been bold enough, she would have come to her knees and taken him in her mouth, but this was his game, so she remained where she was, enjoying the feel of him in her hand.

  As he gently removed her hand, she felt the mattress dip and the man reached for her other hand, drawing her to a sitting position. The steely muscles of his legs chafed against hers and she stretched out blindly until her hands connected with the smooth, taut skin of his chest. Flattening her palms against him, she leant in as his hands spanned her waist.

  He guided her to her knees and her lids fluttered, fighting the urge to peek at this amazing man. His body was perfect, muscles in all the right places, and as she ran her fingers down his stomach, she bit her lip to hold back a groan.

  As he crushed her against him, she rubbed her breasts over his chest, relishing the feel of his heated skin against hers. His arousal pressed into her stomach and he swept down for a lingering kiss, his tongue making swirling, sweeping motions in her mouth.

  Bringing her hands up to his face, Jess traced his profile trying to decipher what he looked like. His jaw felt strong and she knew that it held a faint trace of bristle from when he had grazed her skin. A strong brow and softly curling hair completed the picture in her mind and she was sure he was handsome. But the desire to find out for sure overwhelmed her and her eyes flicked open, hoping for a quick peek.

  Before her eyes could even adjust to the dark, she found herself flipped over and forced onto her belly. The stranger’s heavy body pinned her underneath him and no amount of wriggling would free her.

  “I told you to keep your eyes shut,” he chided her.

  She was about to apologise, terrified that she had ruined everything, when his fingers darted between her buttocks, pressing swiftly into her folds. She pushed back onto his hand, raising her bottom to meet his shallow thrusts.

  His other hand swept over her back and bottom, gripping her buttocks as his fingers continued to tease. Moving faster, he plunged into her with increasing force and she rode his fingers as her release drew nearer.

  Abruptly, he stopped and withdrew his fingers. Jess moved backwards, hoping for the delicious feeling of his fingers once more, but they were gone. Instead, he pressed her back into the bed, his large body covering hers once more.

  His mouth came to her ear. “Will you keep your eyes shut this time?”

  Jess nodded frantically.

  “Good.”

  His teeth nibbled on her lobe and he playfully thrust between her legs, his soft head touching her folds just briefly. Then, using his hands to raise her hips, he drew her back. In one swift motion he impaled himself in her, the suddenness of it stealing her breath from her.

  The man filled her completely, stretching her with the most sublime of sensations. Jess was gratified to hear him moan as he withdrew slightly before embedding himself once more. She pressed her bottom against him, pulling as much of him into her as she could, and her arms shuddered with desire and relief.

  His fingers bit into her hips as he began to move, slowly at first, pumping his swollen shaft as far as he could into her. Then, it was as if a beast had overtaken them both, propelling them forwards in movements of pure desperation.

  Faster and faster, he plunged into her, Jess meeting every lunge with equal vigour until her body sheened with exertion. The delicious friction increased as he powered into her, the intensity of it so extreme that she was unsure she could take any more.

  Without warning he retreated, tossing her onto her back and merging himself with her once more. She clutched at him, unable to do anything other than be taken along for the ride, and he picked up the pace again, resuming their frantic journey to release.

  Over and over, he pumped into her and she could feel her womb tightening as throbs of bliss resounded through her body. He must have felt her clench around him as he pressed a frantic kiss to her mouth as he probed deeper than ever.

  “Look at me.”

  Jess’ eyes flew open as the dizzying explosion of rapture thundered through her, and her limbs quaked with the power of it. She watched as the beautiful man followed, pulsating within her as he cried out her name, shaking from head to toe.

  She smiled as she traced her fingers over his face, taking in each dip and fragment of it.

  He grinned in response, lovingly kissing her nose before rolling to one side and hauling her into his embrace.

  “We have to do this again sometime,” he told her.

  Jess giggled. “Definitely…” she paused, a frown coming across her brow. “I wonder how the kids are getting on at your mother’s.”

  Her husband shook his head in exasperation. “I see I’m going to have distract you some more.”

  “Yes, my love,” she murmured as his hands began exploring her body once more, “I believe you may…”

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  J. A. Bailey, Dark Desire (Erotic Short Story)

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