Want

This is my first shot at Pitch Black fan fiction, anything I’ve missed or left out is creative license, please let me know if you like it.

I own nothing. Obviously.

This is totally PWP, I hope it’s ok. I really don’t know this character, Only what I’ve read in BURNING TOUCH by Willow. I am just toying with him cause he’s so bloody hot.

Pairing: Riddick/OFC, let’s see what else develops.

Want

He lay there chained to the gurney. A powerful man, thick with well-defined muscle, he was obviously a predator. Anyone could tell by looking at him that he was hungry for something. One look into his silvery eyes and you would be sure he would cause your death. That’s what everyone said. Although I couldn’t tell with his eyes closed.

They told me to be wary, they told me to concentrate, not take my eyes off of him for a second, as if I could. No one had ever affected me like this before, I could feel my panties growing damp, just from being this close to him, inhaling his masculine scent, seeing him helpless –chained - beneath my expert hands.

How could he have this affect on me? I don’t know. It’s not like I’d never been close to a man before, It’s not like I’ve never been close to a murderer and rapist before. Make no mistake about it, this was my job, patching them up after they’d been captured. Making sure they were healthy enough for the torture and abuse that was about to be unleashed on them. By him.

The warden. God how I hated him. The only reason he didn’t touch me now was because the first time he tried I stuck a needle in the fucker and paralyzed him. I made it quite clear that I would not tolerate anyone touching me. I was here to do a job. That’s the only reason. I am the best, simply put, and for the kind of torture inflicted on these prisoners, he had to have the best. I was well paid and NO ONE touched me without my consent. I’d rip their fucking nuts off first. With my bare hands. That and I still carry the needle. In my pocket.

I saw him wince as I stitched up his arm, eyes still closed. “Sorry.”

“No. You aren’t.” He smirked. He looked at me, looked inside me and knew the road my traitorous mind was taking.

“You’re right. I’m not. I have to fix you.”

“Yeah.” His eyes closed again and he turned his head from me.

My fingers slowly finished the job of stitching his arm and I sighed. “I have to fix the gash on your chest too.”

“Go ahead. I can’t stop you.” He rattled the chains that held him for emphasis.

“No. You can’t.”

I patched up the inch wide five-inch long gash on his chest without further comment.

“How long am I here for?”

“Until you heal. Then they take you to your cell.”

He nodded. “Think you can dim the lights a little? Hurts my eyes.”

“Dim lights.” I said softly.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to stare at me.

I watched him for a second and walked towards the gurney. “I’m going to get you something to eat.” I rested my hand on his shoulder.

He was shocked that I touched him. I could read the foreign expression on his face. Richard B. Riddick was never shocked.
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I returned to his room ten minutes later carrying a tray full of food. Food he would need to build strength to survive the torture he was surely going to face. I placed the tray on the table beside his bed.

I moved to the foot of the bed and used the hand crank to sit him up. He watched me, with his silvery gaze. It sent shivers racing around my body, delicious shivers that I shouldn’t be having. Not for him. This murderer and rapist.

“What’s your name?” He asked. Growled more like.

“You don’t need to know that do you Richard?” I can’t believe I said his name like that. So fucking calm. But…I wanted him to think I had the upper hand. All the answers. I wanted him to know he couldn’t fuck with me cause no matter how hot he is, I’d put him back in his place In a second. I’m not a fool. And I still carry that fucking needle full of paralyzing gel around with me.

“It isn’t about need Doc. It’s all about want.” He sounded so…cocky, so sure of himself. He was chained to a hospital bed in a maximum-security prison and he was being cocky. Well that’s Richard B. Riddick for you.

“Well I’m not going to tell you my name.”

I could feel the heat of his gaze weighing heavily upon my skin. It was making me wet and antsy. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I looked into his eyes and saw the pure white fire of rage behind his silvery eyes. I was mesmerized. I was drawn to this monster. I wanted him, I could feel the lust in the air, could see it on his face when he looked at me. The way his eyes glittered and roamed over my skin, I could alost feel his eyes upon my flesh.

He looked like a ferocious man who would eat you alive. That is what I wanted. I wanted him to eat me alive. I swear to god if he wasn’t chained to a bed in my hospital he would be buried inside me right now. I leaned unconsciously towards him, whetting my lips with my tongue.

“I am going to feed you though, the warden will be here soon to check on you.”

“Fucking Prick. I’m going to kill that mother fucker.” I could see the intense hate on his face. Same emotion I felt whenever that fucker was near me. The fire that burned beneath his eyes told me he had been here, or places like it a great many times.

“How many times have you been here?” I asked him. Not that I needed to know. I wanted to.

He looked at me, as if contemplating telling me something. Some great secret.
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I awoke to the feeling of cold chains around me, my throat, my arms, torso and legs. Fucking bastard got me again. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her. Cunt. Fucking kill her too when I get out. Make no mistake about that. Bitch is going to die for giving me away.

I wanted to inflict pain on her. I thought I could trust her and she used it against me. Cunt. For causing me to feel things I shouldn’t feel. Trust? Fuck!, For her betraying me…I am hungry for vengeance. Gotta get out of here first.

I felt the minute pain of the needle entering my arm. Shit she wasn’t using anesthetic. Well I’m a tough motherfucker. I can take it. That and more.

“Sorry” She spoke, I knew it was a female doctor, stitching me up, but the pain from my wounds, and the soreness in my overused muscles caused me to overlook the fact for the briefest of moments.

“No. You aren’t” I felt the smirk form on my face, for her naivety. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I could smell her arousal; it whickhick in the air. I knew she was fantasizing about all of the things I could do to her, the way she knew I could make her scream.

“You’re right. I’m not. I have to fix you.”

“Yeah” So those fuckers can TRY to break me. Unlucky Fuckers I’m going to fucking break them first.

I let the rest of our conversation wash over me, just enjoying the fact that there was a woman, - and god what a woman, soft curves, long blonde hair hanging to her waist, pretty face – Just that she was here and not scared of me, no stench of fear coming from her petite body, it calmed me. Somewhat.

She dimmed the lights for me.

Then suddenly she was touching me, not to fix me not to hurt me, just to touch me. I haven’t been touched like that since…that fucking cunt. I am quite sure the shock registered on my face, moments before my calm cool façade was back in place.
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She came back. She fucking came back. And she was carrying food. Delicious smelling food. She’s a fucking goddess.

I watched her put the tray down and walk to the end of my bed, sashaying, swinging her sexy hips. ‘Fuck.’ I almost licked my lips in anticipation. She bent over and wrenched the hand crank. I glanced down her top and saw her full succulent breasts. I want to take one in my mouth and suck, I want to feel it to harden against ny tongue.

I could smell the arousal on her again. I could feel my cock hardening. I wanted to burry myself inside her. “What’s your name?” I growled. I could feel her body calling to mine. I knew she wanted me. I haven’t been this hard in a long time. Never wanted a woman like this before.

“You don’t need to know that do you Richard?” She said my name. She said my Fucking name as if I were anybody. She’s going to fucking learn I am not somebody to fuck with.

“It isn’t about need Doc. It’s all about want.” I wanted her. At that moment I wanted her so fucking bad. She stood there and the only fucking trembling she was doing in my presence, was from lust and not fear. Everyone was fucking scared of me. She wasn’t. It was so fucking enticing, if I wasn’t chained to this bed I’d be inside her in a matter of seconds.

“Well I’m not going to tell you my name.” She pulled her stool close to my bed. I watched her squirm in her seat. It was delicious. The scent of her arousal floating in the air. I will have her. Make no mistake about that. I watched as her little pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. I suppressed a groan.

“I am going to feed you though, the warden will be here soon to check on you.”

“Fucking Prick. I’m going to kill that mother fucker.” I saw the flicker of hate in her eyes when she said his name. Same emotion I feel whenever that fucker is near me.

“How many times have you been here?” She asked. I don’t know if I should tell her. Not that she needs to know. I contemplate telling her. Everything. That scares me for a second. How can I feel even a little trust for her? Fuck! What the fuck is gong on with me?
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“Richard? You don’t have to answer that…” He was staring at me, What the fuck? Then I heard it. A gruesome popping sound. ‘Holly fuck!! He just dislocated both of his shoulders.’ Before I even finish the thought his arms came forward and he pulled them over his head. He passed the chains through the broken spot...and brought his arms down in front of him. He flexed his shoulders hard and they popped right back into joint.

‘Oh Fuck!!!’

“I…I…” Suddenly remembering the needle in my pocket I reach for it.
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No. Not trust. Don’t trust her. Just want to fuck her.

“Richard? You don’t have to answer that…” And I’m tempted. Tempted to lie to her and show her my soft side, because she is gorgeous, she is strong and I’ve never been this hard in my life, I am positive I could get her up her with me, get her to fuck me while I’m still chained up.

But I can’t. Fuck. I want to touch her and feel my mouth roaming her body, my cock inside her. I gotta get out of here. Take her with me…then I’ll have the proper time to take enjoying her body.

I popped my shoulders out of their sockets and brought them around front, pulling them through the now broken chain. I popped my shoulders quickly back in place and smile at her.

“I…I…” I see her reach for something in her pocket. Probably something to subdue me, I lunge towards her…
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