Dark Layers (Volume 3), page 13
"Fuck me Princess, you look exquisite!" He breathes.
I cannot answer him, all I can manage is to blink rapidly!
"Anile, I really want to pour hot candle wax on your derrière before I spank you - can I?"
"Ah-ha." I mumble.
I want to try this, so desperately want to try it without running off scared.
I hear him flick a lighter - he must be lighting a candle. He moves between my legs, I can feel him there - it's strange because he isn't actually touching me but I can sense his presence.
Suddenly, a hot drop hits my naked skin just above my backside. I buck involuntarily. Fuck that's hotter than I thought it would be! I close my eyes and try to calculate the time between drops so I can ready myself. I'm already hot and now I am being attacked with hot wax! My breathing couldn't possibly get any more ragged; I'm a mess, a shattering mass mess of mixed sensations.
He waits for the wax to cool and harden, and then he strangely picks it off. The way the wax clings to my skin is nice, sort of sensual. All my senses are focused on that one area and I bizarrely like it.
As soon as he has removed the cooled wax from my skin, another drop hits me on my left derrière cheek, only this time, the drop feels bigger and flaming hot.
"Ouch!" I cry out.
I hear him gasp under his breath. I try to look around but it's actually impossible. Once the wax has again cooled, he peels it off.
Suddenly the most erotic music that I have ever heard hits my ears like an atomic bomb! And as the music hits a beat, something like ice hits the low of my back and sticks to my skin - it burns, it feels explosive.
"Ahhh!" I cry out.
"Do you like that Princess?" He says low, and as he does, another drop of wax hits my back where the ice has stuck to me. I feel the ice melt under the heat of the wax. This is mind-blowing sensual.
"This song is mixed by Shlohmo; it's called - Fuck You All The Time - that's what I want to do to you Anile."
He walks around me and stops in front of my face - I have no choice but to look right at him, I'm compelled to stare. He lifts his hand towards me and pulls all my hair up off of my back in one grip. He drops another piece of ice on my neck and it again sticks to me.
"These are special ice balls. They are created to stick to the skin until they melt."
He releases my hair and just as quickly sticks a piece of ice to my lower lip. I try to lick it but it's hard sliding my tongue through the bit in my mouth. Jesus I am so hot, so horny, I need sex - NOW!
He moves away from my face and back to behind me. I feel his hand gently on my left thigh; his touch tickles, it's euphoric on my skin. There are just too many sensations, my nerve system cannot cope! He slowly slides his way up to my derrière. Once he reaches my derrière, he stops.
"Now it's time to punish you." He says loud as the beat to the song fires up. I thought the hot wax and cold ice was punishment! Holy fuck!
‘Wh-tch’
"Ahhh!" I scream. My eyes almost pop out of my head. Oh God this feels strange, too strange and more intimate than sex! I try to breathe but I cannot, I hold my breath.
"Count Anile." He screams in a vicious voice.
I don't even think, I just try my very best to count.
"One." I mumble through the bit.
‘Wh-tch’
"Ah, two." I mumble again.
"Fuck." He cries out.
He changes direction, hitting one cheek after another; he never hits the same cheek twice in a row.
‘Wh-tch’
"Fuck, three!" I scream.
Saliva is slipping out of my mouth, I cannot stop it, I have no control over my own body.
"One more Princess."
‘Wh-tch’
"Four." I say in a low voice.
Jesus bloody Christ! I close my eyes to try and mentally curb my stinging arse, it feels hot and swollen. He starts to rub my derrière gently; moving around, and around in soft tender motions. Oh thank God! That feels better. His other hand suddenly meets the entrance of my sex, forcing my eyes to spring open. Yes baby, that's what I want!
"Anile, your red arse is a sight for sore eyes, I want to eat it!" He says aggressively. "Now I am going to finger fuck you."
Holy fuck!
He rams his finger inside me, all the way down to his knuckle. He twirls his finger around, and around, feeling every inch of me from the inside. My entire lower body tenses as a stupendous sensation fills my sex. I try to move my head forward forcefully; I pull as hard as I can with my teeth on the bit but I cannot move. He continues to circle me, torture me, but fuck it feels good! The ecstasy builds, rushing all the way to my brain. My upper body no longer exists, he's robbed me of fifty-percent of my sensations and all that's left is my sex and lower tummy.
"Ahhh." I cry out; tears almost want to break free - happy tears, euphoric tears.
He reaches around my tummy and slides his fingers over the queen of my sex. He starts to rub my bud to his magical rhythm that his fingers have created inside me. This is all it takes, I shatter into a thousand pieces. I'm sweating so badly that I can feel my knees slipping but there is no way I can fall. My vision blacks, my mouth dries - all I am is an orgasm, one pure sensation that is stealing me of all humanity. While I'm pooling around the middle of my orgasm, he stops.
"What the fuck?" I mumble, but suddenly he penetrates me with himself, forcing his huge penis inside me.
"Ahhh!" I cry out.
"Oh fuck Anile." He screams.
He grasps my hips and forces me to still; I am already inert so his efforts are wasted. He doesn't stay motionless like he did the first time we had sex, he moves to a mysterious rhythm. He's not moving in and out of me like I thought he would, he's fully inside me and circling me, hitting nerves that I never knew existed. I clench my inner muscles so damn tight that I fear he will be stuck inside me for all eternity - but it's involuntarily. He's so deep that it's almost painful but it does not stop my rupturing orgasm. I explode, I can feel my arousal slick around him.
"Oh Elijah." I moan.
He grasps my hair and pulls hard.
"I am going to fuck you really hard until I cum, Anile. Tell me to stop if I hurt you."
Oh shit!
He slides his hand back around to the queen of my sex and holds my bud tightly between his middle and index finger. The pinching hurts a little but it's soon a blur once he starts to pound into me. He smashes into me like he's fighting for the heavy weight champion belt; in and out, in and out. I know I'm going to ache after this, I know I'm going to be ultra sore - but even the pain cannot control my climax. I cross the finish line and fold over. Everything starts to spin as I become nothing but a sensation again. Everything feels as if it's in slow motion; my orgasm is long lasting, static and euphoric, painful and blissful all at the same time. Elijah shatters with me, roaring to his own ecstasy explosion.
"Oh Anile, fuck me you are like poison to me." He screams.
I somehow force my body to stop cumming once I know I am on the verge of passing out. This is so fucking new to me and I don't know how I quite manage it. Elijah swiftly pulls out of me; I wince.
"Ouch."
I clench my teeth together because of the stinging pain. Fuck that hurts!
I don't even really register what's going on, my head feels fuzzy and clouded. All I feel are my arms being freed but I cannot take anymore - I black out.
"Anile, wake up. Princess, are you okay?" I hear in a whisper.
I'm not sure if I'm dreaming so I remain comatose - until I feel freezing cold water hit my cheeks.
"Ah, what the fuck?" I scream.
I thrash my hands all over my face to wipe the water out of my eyes.
"What did you do that for?" I snap while peering down at Elijah.
I'm on the red sofa, laying flat on my back and feeling like I have ran a thousand miles - fuck I ache. Elijah is on his knees in a submissive position; his face is of pure worry. His eyes are wide and unlit; his lips open and gasping for breath.
"Anile, you were not breathing. You fucking passed out!" He snaps. "You need to start working out - Jesus Christ!" He hunches his head right over and holds his forehead tightly in his hand.
"I am fine," I smile, "that was fucking amazing - but scary!" I joke.
"That was not funny!" He shoots his eyes up at me.
"Calm down." I snap as I try to sit up.
I almost fall back down but tender hands are on me, holding my shoulders and forcing me to an upright position.
"If you do not start taking care of yourself physically, you can forget ever having sex like that again! And I mean it Anile."
"Fine, I'll start lifting some weights - happy now?" I smile sweetly.
He rises and sits next to me calmly, but his face is still of horror.
"Princess, I thought I fucking killed you!"
"Darks, I am fine - more than fine. And I am hungry."
"You just ate." He's surprised.
"I know but I have managed to work up a tummy cramping hunger that only you or food can cure."
"I can manage to feed you." He laughs. He grasps his chest while still panting. "Fuck me my heart will not settle."
"Your heart?" I ask while frowning.
"Yes, my heart is ready to put me into cardiac arrest because of your sudden black out!"
I cannot help but laugh - you do that to me all the bloody time!
Chapter Eight
WE EAT TAKEOUT peninies with ham and tomatoes. They are nice but dry with absolutely no butter. The tomatoes are tangy and the ham is salty - hmmm. Elijah also forces me to drink plenty of coffee, he wants me on a caffeine buzz so he can insure I will not black out again – he wants round two!
“Nice?” He asks with raised eyebrows; he’s making sure I feel okay.
“Nice, but dry.”
“Hm, next time I will pre plan this and be sure to have food up to your standard, Miss Gooden.”
I cannot help but laugh at his playful side. “Mr. Darks, the food is fine, fine for me anyway.”
“Yeah right, I can see the food is shit, it’s written all over your face.”
I roll my eyes at him “It’s more than most have so stop questioning me.” I poke him in the side.
He leans further to the edge of the red leather sofa – he’s trying to escape my assaults because I continue to poke him.
“You do realize your aggression has consequences.”
“That’s not a question.”
“It was not meant to be.” He jokes.
I'm playfully shooting him a shocked expression - but I soon smile deviant at him.
"I am no longer scared of you, I now know what you have to offer." I joke.
"Huh." He breathes.
Once I have finished eating, he takes my paper plate and places it on the coffee table. He turns to face me with a hint of question in his eyes.
“How was the sex for you? Too much?”
He cocks one leg up onto the sofa and stares passively. He looks worried.
“It was… okay.” I joke. I’m trying to suppress a smile.
“OKAY?” He gasps.
I roll my lips up in disgust - this winding Elijah up malarkey really does work and it's actually quite funny.
“Okay.” I joke again. "What can I say." I shrug my shoulders.
“Well fuck me, I need to fuck you again!” He says loudly.
He starts to edge closer to me. I heed his gaze; I stare right between his threatening expression and try desperately not to laugh.
Knock, knock, knock.
“What?” He snaps.
Hester opens the office door gently and peers around.
“Hi, Hester.” I say sweetly.
I'm dressed in only a little red throw and feel kind of exposed now that she is in here.
“Hello, Anile. I hope you are okay. – Mr. Darks, the Police are here to see, Anile.”
I immediately stare at Elijah. He peers back at me and hangs his head.
“Give me ten minutes and then send them in.”
“Okay, Sir.” Hester replies. She pulls the door closed quickly.
“Elijah, why do the Police want to see me?” I ask worried.
I drop my legs to the floor and make my way to my feet. Elijah copies me. He rolls down his shirt arms and buttons himself up. He quickly walks to his desk and collects his cufflinks and his suit jacket and straightens himself out.
“Please have a seat, Anile. I need to tell you something.”
I raise my eyebrows – I have only just got to my bloody feet! I sit quickly, my legs cannot manage lowering my weight slowly. He seats himself right next to me and turns to face me with one leg rested on the edge of the sofa.
"Anile, I have no time to tell you this delicately. That body that was found outside of your apartment, it was Jezebel."
I do a double take while blinking rapidly. Is he shitting me?
"What the fuck? I, are, are you okay? How long have you known?" I frown.
I take his hand in mine because I feel bad for him - he must be so sad. I gently rub his knuckles with the pad of my thumb.
"I have known for quite a while. I attended her funeral. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to upset you."
I screw my entire face up in confusion. Can I actually get mad at him about this? Do I have the right? I feel maddened, and annoyed that he didn't tell me.
"Okay, um." I don't really know what to say.
"Are you mad?" He whispers.
"I don't really know - am I allowed to be mad that you didn't tell me?"
Boy oh boy this is strange - I am actually asking for permission to be mad! My tummy churns at a dangerous speed - I feel sick.
"That's a bizarre question, Princess. You can be mad if you want to be. "
"It's a bizarre situation." I frown again. "How are you? How do you feel about Jezebel?"
I slide closer to him, I want to be ready to hug him if he breaks down.
"I'm okay, honestly. It was a shock at first because I knew she was missing, and I was a little down about it - but I am okay now."
Well, that's a quick recovery!
"Elijah, you just found out that your wife - sorry ex wife - was murdered, and you are okay?" I gasp.
"Anile, please don't make a big deal out of this. I was upset yes, but I have known for a while, a week or two after the body was found."
"That long huh?" I think I'm mad that he didn't tell me, yes, I am mad. "Why didn't you tell me? And you not wanting to upset me is not a good enough excuse, Elijah."
"Anile, it's hard enough for you trying to deal with all my crap, and I didn't want the task of going over everything - things were already bad between us."
I look down at our hands with raised eyebrows. I don't know what to make of this.
The door knocks again.
"Anile, get dressed, the Police want to speak with you. Do not answer any questions without my say so, okay?"
"So you are my Lawyer as well as my boyfriend now?" I snap.
"Don't be childish, Anile."
I roll my eyes and get to my feet. I grab my clothes that have been laid across Elijah's desk - he's such a control freak. I quickly dress in my skirt. I slide my shirt on and realize it's broken - most of the buttons are gone. Crap! I put my suit jacket on and button it up - this will have to do. Once I am fit for an interview, Elijah call's Hester from his office phone.
"Hester, please send them in." He says down the phone while eyeing me suspiciously. He shuts down the phone.
"Elijah?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Why have you never asked if I killed Jezebel? You must have wondered."
I'm curious that he has never once questioned me - I would have asked him if the tables were turned.
"Because you can barely throw a punch Princess, I don't think murder is one of your many talents." He jokes.
"Talents? That's a bizarre way to look at the art of murder!" I gasp.
He laughs a little while rubbing his chin.
"Anile, even if you had killed her, I know it would have been for a good reason; and beside, I would never leave you. So there really was no point in asking you."
I am utterly shocked. My mouth is wide open. "You wouldn't leave me if I were a murderer?"
"No." He says with surety.
Well fuck me sideways! There is something seriously wrong with this man!
His office door knocks and we both thrash our heads in that direction. Elijah quickly turns back to me and straightens out my suit jacket, tugging at the hem with more means than necessary.
"Go and sit down on the sofa Anile, and follow my lead."
I rush to the red leather sofa. I sit down, slowly. Fuck I'm nervous! Why do they want to speak with me again?
"Please come in." Elijah calls out.
PC Glueton comes strolling in like the King of England. He's alone. He's wearing another awful suit but this time at least it's black and not brown. He looks like he's been eating doughnuts, he has sugar all over his chest - yuk!
"Hello again, Anile." PC Glueton says smug while ruffling his messy brown hair.
I raise my eyebrows - I cannot actually believe he just called me Anile - again!
"It's Miss Gooden, PC Glueton." Elijah says firm.
He narrows his eyes at Elijah; he doesn't like to be re-addressed. I almost want to laugh.
"How can we assist you, PC Glueton?" Elijah asks. He seats himself next to me and smiles warmly at me - he's trying to reassure me.
"I actually only need to speak with, Miss Gooden, Mr. Darks."
Elijah looks up at him with a displeased expression. He holds out his hand to PC Glueton.
"Please take a seat. I will be sitting in, I am Anile's lawyer."
"That's news to me. I thought she waved her rights?" PC Glueton says confused.
He pulls a chair out from the office table and strangely brushes the mahogany seat off like there's something on it - eh, hello? You should be brushing off your jacket you messy Bastard!
