More Than Darkness
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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon
More Than Eyes Alone Can See, and
Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This story will make some
sense, probably, if you read it without having read either of our stories, but
it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them. They're all worth
reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen.
ourselves. On with the story.
This chapter also rated for Jeffrey’s psychotic half.
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“I’m giving you a chance to go
along with this willingly, but no matter what your answer is, I’m going to give
you this shot.” Salida’s hands were
placed firmly on her hips and her eyes were narrowed.
“What’s brought this around, sunrise?”
“Something called a honeymoon, Sands, and quite frankly, I don’t want
you around for it.”
Sands placed a hand over his heart in a gesture that was eerily
reminiscent of Jeffrey. “You don’t want
me along? I’m hurt, sunrise.
off, seeing the look on her face.
“You’re not giving me a choice, are you?”
“No,” Salida said firmly.
Sands’ shoulders slumped. He
didn’t like the idea of giving up his life, but between the woman in front of
him and Jeffrey, they had him cornered.
“Will I come back this time?” he asked softly.
to fight, and damn the consequences. He
would not give up hife wfe willingly.
His control, yeah maybe if there was no other choice.
No fucking way.
“There’s not a cure for schizophrenia,” Salida pointed out.
not a magic potion that would make a once dominate personality disappear
altogether.” She took a bit of pity on
the man before her. He’d been good –
relatively good – for the past week. However,
that had meant that private time between her and Jeffrey had been scarce.
time. Just a bit stronger.
hours, and as far as I can tell, it lasted at least that long, but no longer
than twelve.
This dose should last twelve hours, but I admit that I haven’t had a
chance to test it yet.” She scratched
her forehead. “Any other questions
before we proceed?”
“I don’t fucking like it, but since I’ve got no other fucking choice,”
he held out an arm to her which Salida immediately wiped with alcohol and
injected before he could change his mind.
“Be seeing you, sunrise. Don’t
have too much fun without me,” he said softly before his eyes rolled up into
the back of his head with a moan and a few slight convulsions before Jeffrey
looked back at her.
“Is he gone?” Salida asked him.
“I think so,” Jeffrey said after a moment’s hesitation.
barely feel him any more.”
“We>“Well, the dose I gave you was stronger this time,” Salida rationed.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s it,” Jeffrey said absently.
little honeymoon, vixen?”
“Well, considering we’ve only got twelve hours . . .” she teased before
Jeffrey pulled her down into his lap.
“Lover!” she protested, squirming out of his hold.
hours, so I was thinking I that we go get some dinner, and then come back up
here,” she gestured to their surroundings.
“And when we come back up here, I intend to have that playtime I
promised myself ever so long ago. Me in
charge,” she winked at him, “you at my mercy.
And I promise you’ll have ever so much fun.”
Jeffrey quirked an eyebrow at that.
“You do, huh? Well, we’ll just
have to see about that, vixen, now won’t we?”
He then sighed. “Where do you
want to go to dinner?”
“You can choose, but I would like to be able to dress up.
few things to wear.” She sighed.
full already, not that I mind. I’d
rather be able to focus on you instead of having you focus on some barely
dressed dancer.” She glared at him,
pretending to be jealous. “It’s beyond
me why people would want to honeymoon in Vegas anyway.”
“Funny thing to say when you’re planning to do so yourself, vixen.”
“Yes, but that’s because we’ve been . . . working things out.”
didn’t seem totally with her.
“What?” Jeffrey said, snapping to the present.
pan>pan>“I asked if you were alright, but now I’m not so sure you are,” Salida
said with a frown.
Jeffrey waved a hand at her. “I’m
fine. It’s nothing. My mind just drifted
there for a moment, that’s all. Don’t
worry about me. I’m peachy fucking
keen. Fine, you want me to choose
dinner? I can do that.
“What, no steak? The world may be
coming to an end,” Salida said with mocking fear, letting him change the
subject, but still not totally convinced that he was alright.
“Hardy fucking har, vixen.
hungry,” Jeffrey warned.
“I notice you didn’t say you’d send me to bed hungry and alone,” Salida
pointed out with a smirk.
“I’m not a fucking idiot,” Jeffrey said with a smirk of his own.
the drawer beneath the phone and began to flip through the pages.
can get a change of clothes,” he said slowly, not looking up at her.
Salida was still worried about him, but she didn’t press the
matter. If anything was truly wrong,
she’d take care of it when he let her, and until then, she’d remain
flexible. And it’s entirely possible that there was simply too much sedative in
that shot. That would make him lag.
Going into the bathroom to get ready, she poked her head out.
everything was alright up there.
Jeffrey rolled his eyes. That was
fucking right. The only thing was
to change while Jeffrey and Salida were both asleep.
I had other things on my mind at the moment, like getting my sexy wife
onto the nearest piece of furniture before we were interrupted.”
Salida smiled. That had been
rather fun.
used a clip to pin her hair back in a semi-sophisticated bun.
What would you think if I cut my hair?”
Jeffrey frowned. “How short?” he
asked slowly, somewhat thrown by the abrupt change in subject.
shoulders and running it through his fingers.
And while he didn’t really care if she cut her hair shorter than he had
his now, that would be somewhat unnerving and he knew he would miss it.
“Well, since I’ve never seen my hair any other length than this, I
thought I’d start with about six inches.
That would still leave it well below my shoulders.”
stockings more comfortably. “Long hair
is very feminine, and I like it . . . it’s just that its
getting too long for me to handle.”
Resigned that things were as good as they were going to get, she slipped
her red dress on over black lingerie.
“I suppose that’s ok then. Not
that you really need my permission, vixen.
It’s your hair. Do with it what
you like,” he said, walking over to the bedroom mirror and taking in his
appearance. Black on fucking black again.
Doesn’t that bastard wear anything else?
response from said bastard in defense of choice of clothing, and that annoyed
the hell out of him. He wasn’t supposed
to fucking miss Sands’ comments.
leaned over the desk, staring at himself in the mirror.
minutes later.
“You’re not alright,” she
stated baldly, quickly walking across the room.
She placed herself in front of him, sitting on the desk, her cool hands
running over his forehead and pushing a stray lock of hair out of his
face. “What’s wrong?
“I thought I told you not to fucking worry about me?
husbands tell them to?” Jeffrey asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Not this wife,” Salida responded.
“At least, not this time. And you
didn’t answer my question, lover. What’s
wrong?”
Jeffrey sighed. “I don’t fucking
know.
usual. And I don’t fucking like it.
enjoy it. So don’t worry about me.
make it through dinner, wine and desert without wanting to run off and fuck
each other senseless,” Jeffrey said with a wink, running his hands down her
sleeveless shoulders lightly. “And I
love the dress, by the way. My favorite
color.”
Salida smiled, but tucked away his comment for later conversation.
as he had every right to distract her.
After all, she often played the same game with him.
accepting the kiss he gave her, slowly pulling away from him before getting
back down to business. “Did you get the
reservations made? Because if you did,
we should go get you changed.”
“Eager vixen,” he murmured.
“When I have the prospect of having you all to myself?
Incredibly eager. But also
looking forward to enjoying our night together.
All of it. And that includes our
meal.” She hopped off the deck.
ready.” She still needed to put on some
perfume, not to mention a bit of concealer over the last fading traces of the
bruise on her jaw.
Jeffrey just shook his head at her passing and moved to the phone to
make the phone calls. Once the
reservation was made, for two hours from now – the earliest they could be
seated – he moved to sit on the couch and wait for Salida to return, becoming
lost in his own thoughts. He hadn’t
really meant to tell her about what he had been feeling.
subject, she wouldn’t let the comment slide.
She would bring it up later when he wasn’t expecting it.
“Now who’s impatient?” she called back.
She looked in the mirror, making sure that her fiery red lipstick wasn’t
smudged. Then with a sigh that expressed
contentment and concern, she went back into the bed room, twirling so Jeffrey
could see the full effect of her outfit.
Or at least the outer layer.
/spa/span>Hair swept up, with just a few stubborn tendrils hanging down in gentle
curls. Sleeveless red dress that stopped
just above the knee. Black stockings
with a seam up the back. Stiletto heels
that made her the exact same height as him.
With a last flourish, she turned back to see her husband’s admiring
eyes, blushing slightly at her own display.
“Wow,” Jeffrey said approvingly.
“If you’re going to dress up like this every time we go out, I’m
definitely going to have to start taking you out more,” he commented with a smirk.
asked with a slight bow before grabbing her coat and holding it out so she
could slip it on with ease. He then
pulled on his own coat and proffered an arm for her to take.
“Are we going up to Sands’ room so you can change?
“Might as well go up to change.
The earliest reservation I could get us is two hours from now.”
staying possessively at the small of her back.
Salida was surprised. She’d seen him
bribe someone over a thirty minute wait.
He clearly wasn’t at the top of his game.
concerns. “So, what are we going to do
for two hours then?” she asked as the elevator doors shut behind them.
otherwise we’ll never make it to dinner, and you know how I get if I’m not
fed.”
“You’re no fun, vixen,” Jeffrey nearly pouted.
you either?”
“Not if you don’t want to end up wearing my lipstick,” Salida warned.
“I’ve always thought red was a rather good shade on me,” Jeffrey said
before pulling her in for a long kiss.
When he finally pulled away, Salida couldn’t prevent a laugh from
passing her lips.
“You do look good in red,” Salida said, taking in Jeffrey’s now
lipstick-smeared mouth. She shook her
head with a laugh and dug into her purse for a Kleenex.
handing him the Kleenex.
Was it the wrong shade?” Jeffrey asked with a smirk before wiping
himself clean, well mostly clean, of lipstick.
“Did I fucking get it all?”
Salida laughed again to see a rather dramatic red streak angling down
from the left from the left corner of his mouth along his jawline.
from him. “You do still have the key for
the room, right?”
“I went down to the front desk and asked for another one.
muttered with a frown as she cleaned his face of the remaining lipstick.
“No matter.” Salida decided that
from now on, for tonight at least, she wasn’t going to mention Sands again if
she could help it. Instead of the
distain and derision she was used to hearing in Jeffrey’s voice when talking
about his alter-ego, she simply heard . . . something troubling.
unless she had to.
The elevator dinged and the couple stepped out.
penthouse, unlocking it and stepping in, leaving Salida to follow.
size of the place.
And it was huge. It also had a
second floor. “This is ridiculous,”
Salida muttered. “How can anyone stay
here without getting lost? Or with a
clean conscience for that matter?”
“High rollers, vixen. They don’t
have consciences.” Jeffrey agreed with
her assessment of the place though.
After a few long moments, Jeffrey finally found the bedroom Sands was
probably staying in, as there was more than
looked to be the right choice. He
immediately made his way to the large wooden cabinet-style closet, throwing
open the doors. Black, black and more black.
to go shopping. All this black’s fucking
gotta go.
He frowned at the thought of Sands and searched for him within his
mind. He didn’t know why he did it, he
just felt like he needed some kind of reassurance that he was still there.
his alter-ego, but he was there, tucked way down deep in his subconscious.
didn’t feel much better. He didn’t dwell
on the feeling though, he had much bigger issues at hand.
Like what to fucking wear
tonight. Something that’s not fucking
black. His search through the closet
yielded no favorable results however.
need to go shopping. was sure he’d have to gnochnochromatic for lack of alternative, he found a
single red silk shirt with a bit of black stitching on the collar and cuffs,
and black buttons. He had absolutely no
idea where Sands had gotten it as he had neveen ien it before, but he didn’t
care. It wasn’t black.
to the floor without regard and donned the new red one, tucking it into black
leather pants that he approved of. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Not to shabby, if I do say so myself,” he
said aloud before noticing a few black hair ties on top of the desk.
wonder how Salida would react if I pulled my hair back tonight?
he thought to himself before pulling his shoulder-length hair back into a
smooth ponytail.
Salida was wandering around the palatial suite, making sure not to stray
too far away from the room were Jeffrey was changing.
feeling of satisfaction with getting away with her husband alone, she still
felt an undercurrent of worry.
in dosage, she thought.
better. This night will be ruined if it
ends with us having to run from the police.
Turning back to look at an original Salvador Dali, she thought,
that I can refocus Jeffrey’s attention . . . for the most part.
psychotic episode . a . and I won’t be tonight.
Just be positive –
“Find something interesting, vixen?”
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And that he looked . . . different.
different. “Oh,” she said quietly,
taking in everything from tied back hair to leather pants.
“You like?”
“Well, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to muss your hair . . . but
that can wait until later. I think.”
Jeffrey rolled his eyes at that.
“Your self-control and patience is inspiring, vixen.
guess. It’s your fucking fault you know.
a hair cut.”
Jeffrey’s words were somewhat harsh, but his eyes were full of
light-hearted mischief. “But you didn’t
answer my question. Do you like it?
fucking outfit. But I warn you, there’s
not a whole lot of selection in there.
It’s pretty much black on, well, black.
And nothing else, the monochromatic bastard,” he muttered under his
breath.
Taking a moment to observe tutfiutfit without her hormones, Salida still
didn’t find anything wrong with it. “I
like it. I really like it. I suppose
that what it comes down to is, do you mind appearing
with me in a public place in matching outfits?
If you do, then we have time to go down to one of the stores so you can
buy something else.” She grinned
salaciously. “As long as the leather
pants stay,” she murmured, meeting his eyes squarely.
harder, but she really did want to eat.
“I don’t mind the matching outfits.
I like seeing you in my colors,” Jeffrey stated with a smirk.
“Your colors?” Salida asked
with a quirk ofeyebeyebrow.
“Well, yeah. Have you ever seen
me in anything else than black or red?
No, you haven’t. Therefore they
are my colors. And the leather pants are
most definitely staying. There’s just
something about leather that makes me feel like such a badass,” he said with a
wink.
“Whatever you say . . . sugarbutt.”
run and found just how hard it was to run in stilettos.
just ducking under Jeffrey’s grab for her, then managed to gain her feet in
time to dart into a nearby room and slam the door, locking it behind her.
“Viiiii—xennnn,”
Jeffrey drawled from behind the closed and locked door.
with your horny husband. You said no
sex, but there are plenty of other . . . enjoyments we might find before we have
to leave. And, you must take into
account that I have absolutely no reservations whatsoever in either breaking
this door down or shooting it open.
Savvy? So open doordoor before I
have to get messy.”
“Sounds like you’re planning on getting messy anyway, husband mine,” she
called back. “Maybe if you elaborated on
these other ‘enjoyments,’ I might be a good little wife and open the door.”
First, I’m going to kiss that fast mouth of yours until you can no
longer form a coherent sentence for at least a few minutes.
your naked thigh, oh so slowly, until you’re begging me to touch you, and only
then will I give you want you want. And
with the other hand, well –” Jeffrey was suddenly cut off.
Salida waited a long minuwaitwaiting for Jeffrey to speak again.
she called out through the closed door.
There was no response. She waited
a few minutes. Still nothing.
this, you’ve got another thing coming.
And it won’t be me,” shed lod loudly, trying to get a rise out of him
and to give up whatever game he was attempting to play.
what if it isn’t a game? What if
something’s happened to him? A tiny
but loudly insistent voice in the back of her head spoke up.
hearing a word from Jeffrey before cursing to herself
and opening the door. She was
immediately grabbed by a pair of strong hands.
“Didn’t I tell you not to woabouabout me, vixen?” Jeffrey asked with a
smug smirk.
bas bastard. That was a low and
dirty trick, even for you,” Salida said with a glare.
Jeffrey merely shrugged. “I don’t
think so. In fact, I think it was just
the sort of thing a bastard like me would do, right, vixen?
for it,” he said with a smirk that grew unbelievably more
smug.
“Well, since that’s the case, I can tell you of several
any time soon,” Salida assured him. She
tried to free herself from his grasp, but failed miserably.
He pretended to think about it.
“No.” Then, before she had time
to protest, he was kissing her hungrily, taking command of her mouth in one
swift movement. Salida let him, steeling
herself not to respond in any way. Not
to accept him, and not to fight him. She
could do it. She could.
Jeffrey could feel her fighting him and that only served to spur his
actions on even further. His kisses grew
in ardor and after a long moment he was finally rewarded with Salida kissing
him back rather than simply being kissed.
He knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out forever.
ever turn down sex – he wouldn’t be able to hold up for very long under such
pressure either. He continued kissing
her with abandon before he unintentionally bit down hard upon her lip, causing
her to gasp and pull away. He pulled
back and saw a small bit of blood welling up from where one of his incisors had
pierced it. He lapped up the blood
gently before pulling back to look at her.
“I’m sorry, vixen,” he said quietly.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispered. She
brought one of her hands up to cup his face.
“I know.”
suppose you’re going to have to take my mind off it then.
Jones movie. “Only the penitent man
shall pass, a penitent man is humble, and a humble man kneels.”
murmured, “So, just how sorry were you again?”
Jeffrey quirked a small smile to her, clearly not as sorry as he should
be before moving in to lick at the fresh blood her sucking had brought
forth. “That depends on what you had in
mind, vixen.”
What I have in mind.
hearing several threats against my virtue,” she murmured against his lips.
‘other hand’ found to keep itself busy.”
Ah, his vixen was still somewhat shy about out and out demanding what
she wanted. He knew very well what she
was talking about . . . but he still wanted to hear it.
I think you’re going to have to jog my memory a bit better than that, my
hesitant but oh so fucking sexy wife.”
“Something about your hand slipping up my naked thigh . . .” she
prompted, not really wanting to go into further detail when she knew he knew
exactly what she was asking for.
Jeffrey considered this for a moment before shaking his head.
Salida huffed, but realized that this was now a challenge.
in the shower? Do you remember how you
attacked my clit with your mouth while I washed your hair, making me feel so
good that I bit through my own lip?” She
could feel heat blossoming inside her from her words, and from the heat that
was gathering in her husband’s eyes.
“Well, I was thinking something along those lines.”
Jeffrey smirked. “I think I’m
remembering now . . . yes, that was rather fun, wasn’t it?” Jeffrey asked with
a wink. “Well I suppose I might just be
feeling remorseful enough for something like that.
He looked around and saw for the first time that they were in one of the
penthouse’s other bedrooms. This would
make things much easier. “Lie down on
the bed, vixen,” he told her. Salida
nodded and did what he asked her without a word, a flush of heat going through
her body in anticipated desire. “That’s
it, vixen. Now spread your legs for
me. Yes, fucking like that,” he said
moving to kneel between her now spread legs.
“Now, as I was saying, my hand slipped up your naked thigh,” his left
hand did just that, “flipping the edge of your dress over to allow access to
your . . . hidden treasures. I then
remove your underwear quickly, discarding it over the side of the bed.
wearing, vixen.
plan ahead?” he asked, pulling the black scrap of cloth that barely covered
enough to be considered underwear over the edge of the bed.
“I thought I might get cold,” she said with a breathy tone to her
voice.
“Oh I sincerely doubt that now, vixen.
I then take my hand and caress your clit and open you gently, marveling
at how wet I’ve made you already,” he did so and she arched into his
touch. “Then I lean over to kiss you and
well, words are pretty pointless after that,” Jeffrey said with a smirk before
leaning over to place an open-mouthed kiss on her clit, suckling lightly, a
finger still caressing her hot depths.
Salida randomly thought how this position was good to keep her hair from
getting too mussed, before thought fled her
entirely. There was nothing but fiery
sensation, the sound of her own contained cries, and
the feeling of sensations intense enough to arouse but not relieve.
And they went on and on, Jeffrey occasionally switching the position of
mouth and hand, but neither leaving her for more than a second.
he slipped a finger inside her, only to pull it out and slip in a second.
rather twisting and twitching them inside her, all while his hot mouth,
andianding lips, and harsh teeth teased her clit.
Five minutes or five hours later, the feeling of being kept right on the
edge of release was eating away at her sanity.
Her entire body was trembling violently, her hands were clenched in the
bed covers, and Jeffrey had been forced to prop one of her legs over his
shoulder to keep her from clenching his head between them.
ruthlessly, while his other hand kept her hips from bucking and twisting.
force more from him either.
“Jeffrey!”
She looked down to see that he was looking at her, his mouth not moving
from its current spot of pleasurable torture.
The look they shared was so full of depth of emotion that Salida
couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping her lips.
That was all it took for Jeffrey to bite down hard on her clit and
thrust his two fingers hard and deep.
Salida came with a great scream that echoed throughout the large suite,
her inner muscles slamming down on Jeffrey’s fingers, but that didn’t stop
him. He simply kept on suckling at her
clit and thrusting his fingers within her, and it wasn’t a few moments longer
when Salida felt herself slide into orgasm again.
It was Jeffrey who finally stopped, pulling his mouth away from her and
gasping for breath. Salida’s eyes were
drawn to his face and she noticed a small drop of blood, her blood on his bottom lip.
She groaned inwardly, knowing that once she had regained the ability to
think coherently again, she was gonna hurt like
hell.
“Well, that was fun,” Jeffrey said once he had regained his breath.
shoulder. “I’m now more fucking aroused
than ever, but it was fucking fun.”
“I’ve got to stop asking for that,” she muttered to him as he ran his
hand up and down the length of her leg.
“That’s twice you’ve drawn my blood, both tonight and while doing . . .”
she flapped a hand, “. . . that.”
“While I’ve had my face buried in your pussy?” he asked curiously,
trying to contain his own arousal. He
was going to pay for that later, he knew, but he didn’t expect the way she
forcefully bounced her heel off his shoulder blade.
“You’re so crude, lover.” She
swallowed and waited for her heart to stop pounding so fast.
apartment without this ‘messy’ little interlude if you could control
yourself.” She stopped his pst wst with
an upraised hand. “Yes.
Poor impulse control.” She sighed
and looked at her watch. “We’ve still
got an hour to kill. I say we go back
down to our suite, I tend to my battle wounds, and then we go for dinner.
“If I can still walk considering how fucking hard I am right now, I’m up
for it,” Sands said with a somewhat weary smirk.
gently moved it back down on the bed. He
then took his time rising to his feet, stopping to adjust the constricting
leather pants every few moments. With
how tight the pants were supposed to be naturally, Jeffrey’s arousal was
clearly noticeable, and Salida couldn’t help her eyes from moving to it.
asked with a slight leer. Salida
couldn’t manage stop herself from blushing at that.
But she didn’t back down either.
“Yes, but I’ll give you a more thorough answer later.
Jeffrey groaned.
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They were seated in a rather nice
table in the restaurant by one of the front windows.
middle of the table to light the cigarette in his mouth before speaking.
fucking pay for your little comment later.”
“Oh? And what little comment
might that have been, husband mine?” Salida asked coyly.
Jeffrey opened his mouth to give wha what looked like a biting retort
when he was interrupted by the waiter. “Welcome
to P.F. Chang’s,” the man said, going through his spiel
on specials and demonstrating the use of the sauces on the table.
for something to drink, and then he ordered a bottle of expensive red wine and
two glasses. The waiter nodded and left
to retrieve his order.
“What if I didn’t want wine?” Salida asked him.
“Tough luck, sugarbutt,” Jeffrey said with a
drag on his cigarette. “I wanted wine.”
Salida simply shook her head. It
wasn’t as if she were going to be forced to drink wine if she didn’t want
to. She by no means wanted to get drunk,
but she might take a glass . . . she immediately saw the problem with this
entire scenario. “Umm . . .
Jeffrey? Dearest and most beloved
husband?” He looked at her, his eyes
telling her to cut the BS. “U . . . .
I’m not so sure having a great deal of alcohol at the moment would be
advisable. I’m not so certain that I
didn’t accidentally overdose you, and I’d like to stay clear of any hospitals
this evening.”
For a long moment, all Jeffrey did was stare at her, his cigarette
resting unattended between the first two fingers of his left hand.
his eyes narrowing.
“We>“Well, that or there’s something bothering you that you won’t tell me
about. And without any evidence, I have
to come up with some sort of theory,” Salida defended herself.
I didn’t have to worry about being the one to cause my husband’s premature
death . . . very premature if one takes into account what I’m planning for
later tonight.” Salida tried to be
serious and teasing at the same time, still concerned, but trying not to be intrusive.
want to lose me, lover.”
“I don’t fucking believe this,” Jeffrey said with a moan, rubbing his
hand over his face. “I thought I told
you not to worry about me. I’m fucking
fine. Just leave it at that.”
the bottle of the wine and the two glasses.
Jeffrey glared at the man coldly, halting his actions as he was about to
open the bottle of wine for them.
“Is there something the matter, sir?” the waiter asked with a frown.
“On second thought, you’d better take back the bottle.
me,” he said with a forced smile.
“As you wish sir,” the waiter said, removing the two glasses.
Salida watched this out of unamused eyes.
sailing, so she wasn’t surprised that they were actually getting into a
disagreement. It was going to happen
eventually. She just wished it could
have been timed better.
She waited for the waiter to leave before leaning over the table and
saying a quiet voice, “Jeffrey, I love you, and I belong to you, and I want to
stay with you, but worry comes with the territory.
so I can leave. I refuse to sit here all
night long and watch you treat me as if my concern is childish.
life, and I think I’ve done a damn good job about not being overly
the streets aimlessly before meeting back up with you at the hotel than to sit
here and have to watch you sulk all night.”
“I don’t like being fussed over,” Jeffrey said softly, not liking where
this conversation was going.
honeymoon? What tuck uck is happening?
either. So tell me, what are you worried
about, vixen? I’m not sure I’ll have any
answers for you, but I’ll try not to treat your concern as childish,
al-fucking-right?”
“I’m not trying to fuss, and I’m not even sure about what part of what .
. . something is bothering me, but I’m not sure what it is, so I’ll wait until
I can express what I feel without making a fool of myself and until you’re ready
to talk. As for the wine?”
system shouldn’t indulge in large quantities of alcohol.
or they’re looking to commit suicide.
And I know you’re not either of those, so I’ll take the blame for the
fuss over the wine since I’m not sure I really ever informed you about what I
pumped into your bloodstream.” She
reached across the table and touched his hand.
“When Tess was doing her internship, I saw people come into the ER on
badly mixed cocktails of sleeping pills and red wine . . . it wasn’t
pretty. I couldn’t stand seeing you like
that, especially if it were my fault.”
Her voice and eyes had softened, showing she was no longer upset with
him. “I’d prefer not to be known as a
black widow.”
For some reason, Jeffrey found her last comment hilarious and started
laughing softly. “Oh, you could never be
a black widow. You’re a vixen,
remember? My vixen.
breaking into laughter again. It was a
few seconds before he was able to regain control of himself again.
savvy? I wouldn’t like to end up in the
emergency room any more than you would want to see me– ”
He broke off his chain of thought with a shake of his head.
a bad fucking idea. I’m feeling a little
fucking loopy right now. For a second
there I thought . . . I thought I heard Sands again.
fucking asleep up here,” he tapped his temple.
“So maybe I’ll just stick to fucking water.
Salida smiled, but inside she felt her stomach sinking.
she thought to herself.
doctor error, so you be sure to tell me if you think I screwed up,” she teased
back, still hiding her unease. Perhaps he
was just a bit loopy – she
the three mood changes she’d observed since sitting down to order made her a
tad bit wary.
With another smile, she shifted her chair so she was sitting close
enough to her husband to intertwine one hand with his – and to restrain him if
things got that bad. Then, looking at
her menu, she sighed. She didn’t really
find food to be appetizing at the moment – her own fault for being
‘worried.’ “Would you like to order for
the both of us?” she asked.
“Sure, vixen,” he said blowing out a pillar of smoke above his
head. He then rested his cigarette on
the edge of the ashtray in front of him so he could use the free hand to flip
through the menu laid on the table in front of him.
closed the menu, reclaimed his cigarette and looked askance at her.
vixen. I don’t exactly know how
unbalanced right now, and I don’t like it.”
The wr har had returned with Jeffrey’s single glass of red wine and had
taken his order of two plates of Beef Lo Main before Salida had a chance to
respond. When the waiter had left,
Jeffrey dissolved into silence, merely smoking his cigarette and caressing the
top of her hand with a thumb lightly.
“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” she asked.
and that’s what this should feel like.”
She rubbed her forehead. “I’d
consider giving you a shot of dopamine suppressant – not a lot, just enough to
even the balance in your head – but I’m not even sure that’s what the problem
is. God.
This is all my fault.”
he was gazing off into the distance. “Is
there anything I can do to help?” she asked softly.
could protest. “I’m trying to ensure
that the only mayhem that is wrought is the most intimate kind between two two
of us.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jeffrey hissed.
wouldn’t have to deal with me. You’re
just fucking out to get me, is that it?
To treat me as your fucking little guinea
pig. Tell me, did you ever fucking
consider what this little shot might do to me before you stuck me?
you went on with it without even bothering to consider the consequences?
too. You know what,
I’ve had it with you. This isn’t fucking
working out, and now I may have to fucking kill you.
got rid of that bastard Sands for me, there’s no one to hold me back.
lately. I don’t think he even wants to
kill you anymore. Oh well.
Salida felt the blood drain from her face as her worst fears for the
night – and every night – were realized.
But she kept her head.
handy after all, she thought as Jeffrey’s hand tightened on her enough to
hurt. She realized that she needed to
redirect his anger and paranoia, and god help her, she could only think of one
direction to go in.
“You think I fucked you over, is that it?” she asked quietly.
deeper revenge?” I’m not sane. I’m not sane at
all. Or smart.
there was no calling them back.
Jeffrey paused to think about it for a brief second, snubbing the butt
of his cigarette violently into the ashtray.
“Both,” he said at last with a wicked smirk.
fucking difference to me how you go, just as long as I’m the one who gets to do
it. People like me aren’t meant to be
married, vixen,” he said, making the
pet name sound like a curse. “Do you
have any idea how many women I’ve killed, just like you?
that? I hate this fucking restaurant, I
hate this fucking tattoo you made me get, I fucking
hate every bit of it. Why couldn’t you
have just left me fucking alone? I have
no idea what the fuck I ever saw in you.
And to think, I thought I loved you.
What utter bullshit.” Jeffrey’s
voice was elevated now and they were drawing stares from the other patrons of
the crowded restaurant.
Salida could feel tears threatening, but she had to remember what had
caused this. Fucking schizophrenic she
was, she’d simply thought, If dopamine
suppressers weaken me, and dopamine strengthens me, then it’ll do the same for
him. And it
psychotic who was only doing what came naturally – turning on the person who’d
set them off.
So she didn’t reply in kind, she tried not to react, and she tried not
to hold it against him because she hoped that in the morning, or the next
afternoon, or evening, or whatever, she’d still be alive to see Jeffrey return
to normal. Whether he blamed this on her
remained to be seen . . . but she would understand it if he did.
“You’re right. And you’re not the
only person not meant to be married.
We’re both too fucked up. However,
I suggest either you lower your voice or we leave the room before someone calls
the police. For the moment, this is
between us.” And I don’t think I’d like to see anyone else die because of me.
“Oh fuck them,” Jeffrey said with a wave of his hand.
like to create a scene. Not to mention
killing people. And it’s not like anyone
here can do anything to fucking stop me, you know.”
Salida sighed, frustrated and scared.
But she acted anyway. With her
free hand, she quickly ripped Jeffrey’s sheathed knife out of his waistband,
flipping open the snap that held the protective layer on.
then held the knife to her own chest.
“Look. I hate to be stubborn, but
either we leave, or I take away your pleasure at
killing me. And don’t think you can get
this thing away from me before I manage to do just that.”
the hate showing in his eyes, but she remained firm.
She’d known this was too good to be true.
second date, like I’d originally planned.”
“You fucking bitch. So what,
you’re just going fucking kill yourself if I don’t
leave with you right now? Is that
it?” Jeffrey wanted to calr blr bluff,
but something in her eyes told him that she was deadly serious.
Jeffrey said coldly, not moving from his place at the table.
fucking gun and having a little turkey shoot with the patrons of the
restaurant? It could be fun, you
know. Create a little mayhem, a little
madness. It wouldn’t be as much fun as
killing you would be, but it’d be good for a moment or two’s
entertainment. What do you think about
that, sugarbutt?” Jeffrey asked coldly, placing his
hand on the butt of the handgun on the left side of his belt; the side opposite
from where he kept the knife.
She laughed bitterly. “I removed the
fucking bullets earlier, before I presented Sands with his own ultimatum.”
he’d seem to have forgotten he’d had it.
“And may I remind you that I did so with your fucking approval.”
door. “I’m leaving.”
Fuck.
Jeffrey thought with a curse. But he
didn’t think that she was bluffing him; it was something he would have thought
of to fucking do. Fuck.
before. He didn’t even care who it was,
he just wanted to kill someone.
Anyone. Starting with that
arrogant bitch wife of his.
cornered. Well, we’ll fucking see about
that,
smiling wickedly as he watched her back out of the restaurant warily, her eyes
never leaving his.
Salida honestly didn’t know how this night was going to end.
because she was enjoying life, and for the memory of what Jeffrey had
said he’d felt the last time she’d died for him.
her. There was also the chance that it’d
crush him. But she knew that at the
moment, her death was all he could fucking see.
the anger. Get him back to the hotel,
make him over-confident, then manage to send him to
sleep until everything I’ve given him is out of his system.
as it could be. Yes, she was scared of
him right now. Yes, he wanted to kill
her. Yes, if she did have sex with him,
it would be brutal in more ways than one.
confident, amused, enraged, and . . . aroused . . . all at the same time.
murmured, “just wait until you here this – you’re fucking turning me on right
now.”
Jeffrey seemed to falter at that as he circled her slowly in the parking
lot in front of the restaurant. He then
rolled his eyes. “Of course you fucking
are. Do you want to know why?
I am, and that’s saying a lot,” he sneered at her.
we were to end up alone in bed together?
Let’s just say I’ve woken up to a share of dead women in my bed, and
they were no where near as pretty afterwards if you catch my drift.
fucking knife still as if it were your last line of defense against the
dark. And you know what?
But if you think that a little fucking knife in the hands of a bitch
like you is going to even slow me down, you’ve got another thing coming,” he
said, taking a menacing step towards her.
In a flash, Salida flipped the knife up to nick the skin of her neck, a
bead of blood quickly coming to the surface.
She didn’t even flinch at the slight pain, having already started
building barriers between her and reality.
She could look out, but no one could look in.
Jeffrey watched, fascinated despite himself as she coolly and quickly
made a nd cnd cut on the other side of her neck, never knowing that she was
remembering their interlude earlier in the day when he’d licked a similar drop
of blood from her lip.
been better at hurting herself.
She flipped the knife, catching it by the handle with her left hand
before replacing it at her chest.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, junior.
I’m going to go back to my hotel, and I’m going to go up to my
room. If you want to kill me, you’re
more than free to do it there.”
room. I’d like to have some fun with you
first before I kill you, anyway. I want
to see you bleed and scream for me. But
kill you before the night is over. But
not before you’ve pleased me. So, lead
the way, vixen,” he sneered, gesturing with his left hand broadly.
She had to laugh, reminded of how he’d helped her into her coat
earlier. “You’ve already made me bleed
twice and scream three times today,” she informed him, still keeping him within
sight. Out of the corner of her eye, she
could see a yellow shape – he’d been gesturing towards a taxi.
It took several more minutes for them to reach it, but when they did,
Salida opened the door with her right hand, her left still holding the knife
steady. Climbing in, she stopped him
from following with a third flick to her throat.
there.” The she closed the door and
instructed the driver, “The Belagio, and a fifty
dollar tip if you can get me there in five minutes.”
The taxi took off, leaving Jeffrey watchin min murderous rage and cold
amusement. The hunt was on.
************************************************************************
Salida raced into the hotel,
managing to stay upright in her unreli sho shoes.
she’d told him that she and Jeffrey were simply playing some sort of S&M
role playing game.
“Geoff! Has Mr. Sands come in
yet?” she demanded of the doorman. He
shook his head and she felt a bit of relief as she raced past him, inton
on
getting to her room.
Taking the stairs in favor of the escalator, she ran to her room,
determined to make some sort of battle preparations before Jeffrey got there.
Getting to her room, she entered quickly, not bothering to set the dead
lock or anything. He was coming and he
was going to get in one way or another.
Ripping her dress off, she kicked off her shoes and pulled on a t-shirt
and a pair of soft pants. She needed
mobility, and her other clothes – while sexy and tempting – didn’t give her
that. She then proceeded to take the
caps off all the complimentary bottles of alcohol that she had, placing them
around the room. If she could get it in
his eyes, it’d sting and blind him temporarily.
Her only goal was to subdue him long enough to give him one of Tessa’s
tranquilizers. Everything that came
after that could be dealt with later.
Survival was her concern for the moment.
************************************************************************
Jeffrey didn’t even bother
knocking when he came to the door to Salida’s hotel room.
his temper blazing. That fucking little bitch wife of mine is going to learn just who she
married. First fucking hand.
throughout the seemingly empty hotoom.oom.
He slammed the door behind him without looking and moved forward down
the hall that led to the rest of the room.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he called out again.
Quickly finding that she wasn’t in the bedroom, he went back into the
main room, determined to find her, fuck her until she resembled a broken
puppet, and then kill her.
But she came out of nowhere, her shoulder slamming directly into his
diaphragm and knocking him to the ground.
And then she was on him, not trying to restrain him, but instead ripping
his shirt open and attacking his mouth.
She was sitting on his stomach, and her mouth sealed his off.
upper hand for the moment. Something
other women had never even come close to.
God, he hated wit with a passion.
own accusations. “Why didn’t
Who approached me?
then demanded another night from me?
I’ll take the blame for my own actions, but I sure as fucking hell won’t
let you shovel your own responsibility onto me.”
rapidly growing arousal. “I was fucking
content with my life, and then you had to go and rock the boat.
of drugs?
simple kiss. A sophomoric
innuendo.” Her hands were busily working
at the fastening of his pants. “You
warned me of what I was getting myself into, and believed me when I said that I
knew. You believed a fucking
you were buried to the hilt inside her.”
Her hands found their way inside his pants, and started stroking him,
applying enough pressure to hurt. Which
was how he liked it, damn her. “If you
can hate me, then I certainly reserve the right to hate you back, but I fucking
don’t.
with the man who wants to kill her.”
Done speaking for the moment, Salida lowered her lips to Jeffrey’s
hipbone, suckling hard enough to leave a hickey.
Jeffrey couldn’t help but gasp to feel her hot mouth so close to his
rather prominent arousal. He was
definitely going to have some fun with her first.
husky and rough. It only served to turn
him on more. He didn’t say anything, but
reached out to grab her face, pulling her into a bruising and violent kiss.
She let him kiss her, fighting back, biting his lips harshly, but not
hard enough to make them bleed. She
didn’t have a thing for blood like he did.
arousal, angry, humiliated, and scared.
Scared of what she was saying and that he might remember, later, when
his head was his own again. But for now,
she’d fight. And by the feel of his
hardened length in her hand, he wasn’t going to do away with her quite
yet. “I take back the
“What do you mean, vixen?” Jeffrey asked.
of words she might have thought he was himself again were it not for the cold
look of both lust and hatred simultaneously on his face.
“Earlier today you said you liked wearing leather pants because you felt
like a badass. I called yspanspan
class=SpellE>sugarbutt. And then
you once again proved how you didn’t want me worrying about you before making
me come three times while sucking on my clit and working me with your
fingers. You bit my lip hard enough to
make it bleed, you apologized for it, and then whyou you were making me
happy with afterwards.” Did any of what
she said make any impact on the man below her?
She couldn’t tell, so gave up on words, lowering her head to his
stomach, kissing her way down the flat surface to his navel.
starting to move lower, but his rough hands on her upper arms stopped her from
proceeding.
He pulled her back up to face him, very much wanting her to continue,
but not done with their conversation just yet.
“And what, you expect me to feel bad about it now?
I like to see it on my hands. I’m a
homicidal psychotic. I suppose a bit of
blood lust comes with the territory. I
like your blood,” he said, nipping at her lip hard enough to reopen the tear he
had made earlier and sucked forcefully on it.
“I love the way you taste,” he said, pulling away from her briefly.
you’re gone; perhaps the only thing. The
way you fucking taste.” He flipped her
onto her back, resuming the violent sucking of her bottom lip without
hesitation, holding her head tightly between his hands.
Rage, dismay, and a traitorous sense of betrayal filled Salida at his
words. Suddenly she wondered just how
much of the Jeffrey she knew was being expressed in the man who was play acting
at being a fucking vampire above her.
thought viciously as she flung one arm out as if in the throws of passion.
searching for the injection she’d placed nearby.
Violently she pulled away from Jeffrey’s brutal kiss, crying out as he
refocused his attention to the cuts on her neck.
and he growled.
Finally her searching hand found the slim cylinder, her fingers curling
around it. Jeffrey’s punishing hands
were now exploring her body, pinching and groping hard enough to bring
pinpricks of tears to her eyes. “Fuck
you,” she gasped, plunging the needle into his side and quickly pressing down
on the plunger.
“You fucking bitch, I’ll make you pay for –” he didn’t even have time to
finish his threat before slumping against Salida, the tranquilizer having
traveled through his arousal-quickened blood in no time, rendering him
seemingly dead to the world.
Salida felt the needle of her syringe break off, and she almost decided
to leave it in his side, but then some of the fear that was fueling her died
away, and she remembered that somewhere in this body was the man she claimed to
love. With that thought in mishe
she
pulled the slivf mef metal from his skin, shimmying out from under his
weight. She was sore all over, she could
feel blood trickling down her lip, and she shivered as waves of cold started to
overtake her body.
Shock, shoughought distantly,
rolling Jeffrey onto his back, pushing stray strands of hair out of his
face. With a shuddery sigh, she reached
down to fasten his pants again. Then,
leaving him for a moment, she came back with the ruined sheet and a
blanket. She quickly tore strips from
the sheet, tying Jeffrey’s hands behind his back and then tying another strip
around his ankles. Standing, she draped
the blanket over him, whispering, “What are we going to do, lover?”
overwhelming sense of depression.
Returning to the bedroom, she grabbed another blanket and unearthed the
bullets that belonged to the gun that was somewhere in her living room.
she reloaded the weapon before settling on the couch, blanket around her
shoulders, and MTV playing in front of her.
It was to the discordant sounds of grunge rock and her own tangled
thoughts that she fell into an uneasy sleep, part of her listening for Jeffrey
to stir and another telling her she needed to run far and fast before he could.
************************************************************************
Jeffrey awoke the next morning
with a pounding headache, feeling like week-old shit.
the fuck? I thought I wasn’t going to
d las last night. Why do I fucking feel like
I have the worst hangover of my fucking life?
stretch his throbbing arms. He couldn’t
move them. “What the fuck?” he muttered
to himself with a frown.
remember. Fucking memory lapses for
schizophrenics are never od tod thing.
“Vixen?” he called out in a horse voice.
He waed sed securely hand and foot in what looked like her hotel
room. Under normal circumstances
regarding their relationship he might not have questioned such a discovery but
for the fact that he was on the floor and Salida was no where to be found.
couldn’t raise his voice above a hoarse croak.
His throat was completely.
Salida heard someone calling her, and her eyes fluttered open against
her will. She didn’t want to wake
up. She wanted the oblivion of
sleep. But her eyes had other ideas, and
soon she was squinting at the late morning light streaming in the windows.
“Vixen?” The name was familiar,
but the voice was low, rough, and harsh.
Jeffrey.
his voice was caused by a lack of water . . . but she couldn’t be sure.
But still, she couldn’t ignore the man forever.
herself up off the couch, blanket still around her shoulders, blurry eyed and
with hair in her face. She opened her
mouth, wincing at the feel of dried blood cracking.
mess, she thought irrationally.
Then, getting her mind back on track she asked quietly, “How are you
feeling?”
Jeffrey craned his neck up to look at her as she was speaking and
immediately winced. “About as bad as you
look, vixen,” he rasped. “Did I do that?”
he asked softly, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to ay.
“ par part?” she asked warily, still unsure about what she wanted to
do. Was this her Jeffrey,
entirely?spanspan>“What’s the last thing you
remember?” she asked, recalling that the Jeffrey from last night hadn’t
remembered much of anything from the previous afternoon.
wondered if they worked for psychotics too.
It’d be easier on them both if it did.
“I hurt you,” Jeffrey said. It
was not a question. “I wanted to kill
you,” he said softly, closing his eyes as the memories from last night came
flooding back without pause.
“And do you still want to kill me?” Salida asked warily, laying a hand
on the loaded gun, just in case.
Jeffrey hesitated far too long for comfort.
. . I just don’t fucking know. I don’t
think I’m all here yet,” he said with a dry laugh that made his throat hurt
even more.
Salida nodded. “I’ll get you a
drink,” she whispered, getting up and stumbling towards the bathroom.
then shuffling footsteps as Salida returned with water as promised.
and held the cup to his lips. For a
moment he felt violent anger explode through him at her avoidance, but then
remembered his own words.
cautious.
Salida watched Jeffrey’s Adam’s apple bob as he drank greedily from the
cup at his lips. He drained it
completely, before letting his head rest back against the wall.
against it the night before, but it didn’t matter.
over.
She walked back over to the couch and turned the TV off.
talkative DJs. And for several seconds
it ruled, before Salida scraped up enough courage to ask the question at the
forefront of her mind. “How much of what
was said last night is –” you.
killing . . . I don’t fucking care about that.
I mean the part about hating me.
How much of you actually feels that way?”
“I don’t fucking hate you, vixen,” Jeffreyd sod softly, not looking at
her. “And if I really fucking wanted to
kill you all of the time, one of us would be dead by now.
me fucking alone? Sometimes I feel that
way, but not in the way I meat lat last night.
My life was simple before I decided to take a chance and talk to the
only person who looked halfway interesting in that goddamn boring café.
knew it upside down and inside out and we haven’t even known each other that
long. But I never fully regret meeting
you, vixen. It’s one of the best things
that’s ever happened to me in this life, such as it is.”
like a lovesick fool, but Salida deserved the truth.
Ok. That she could
understand. Change was never easy, and
it was often resented. And she
represented change. Fine.
that. Time to clear up her part in all
this. “And how much do you remember of
what I said and did last night?”
The fucking question, Jeffrey
thought to himself grimly. “Nearly all
of it, I think,” he said ly, ly, still not meeting her eyes.
relief, but he would not complain or w now now.
If he was being honest with himself, he probably fucking deserved a hell
of a lot more than a few aching body parts in the morning.
“How much of it do I deserve to give an explanation for?” she
“Do I deserve to explain why I agreed with you about the state of our
marriage? Or about how I found it so easy
to cut myself? For trying to fuck you
when you were intending to kill me? For
giving you and Sands the damn shot in the first place?”<
st
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With every question, Salida could feel her
tension mounting, but she had to know.
She had to know.
Jeffrey closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowing.
didn’t know if things between them would ever be the same.
night? I fucking am, alright?
you, every homicidal thought regarding you, every g I g I did to you?
Tell me what you fucking want me to say or do, and I’ll do it.
go. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to answer my question!” she shouted, suddenly near
tears. “I want to know if I did anything
last night that you’d like me to apologize for, because I’m afraid that if I
don’t, they’ll just grow bigger and bigger and get between us, and I don’t
think I could fucking standt.
say you need me, that you never want to leave me.
that way when you told me you hated me, you wanted to kill me, and that you
regretted meeting me. I felt that way as
I was watching you come towards me, threats and murder being spoken through
your every movement and word, and then I practically raped you . . .” she
trailed off. “I knew you weren’t
yourself, I knew just how violently you wanted to fuck me – in every since of
the word – and some part of me responded and took advantage of you before you
could do the same to me.” She noticed
her cheeks were wet. “I never cried
before I met you,” she pointed out wistfully.
“I don’t like crying.
with you, I’ll pay it. I might complain,
but I won’t leave.”
“I don’t blame you for what happened last night.
instead of getting pissed off over your fussing, we might have been able to
prevent it. Fuck, I’ve had fucking
psychotic episodes before. I know what
they are, what I’m like. I felt this one
coming on, vixen. Do you
understand? I knew what was fucking
happening to me and yet I said nothing.
And do you fucking know why?
Because I thought I could handle it on my own,” he laughed
self-depreciatingly. “We see how well
that fucking went over. And as for what
you did here – ‘nearly raping’ me, as you call it – I don’t regret that for a
single moment. You knew what you wanted
– me – and you were willing to take it.
I fucking loved seeing you so free, so . . . without remorse and
restraint. It turns me on again just
thinking about seeing you that way. So
no, you don’t have anything to apologize for.
me. I hurt you.
vixen. If I . . . if I killed you . . .
as soon as I came back to myself – if I came back to myself – I’d follow you to
whatever life comes after this one without a second thought.
open up and talk about my feelings with anyone, no matter what’s at stake.
hopes that you might fucking forgive me someday.”
“Jeffrey . . .”
Salida finally moved from her spot on the couch to go and settle
near her husband. “I knew what would
happen to you if you had killed me. I
knew. And that’s why I was doing
everything I could to avoid that. I knew
it was psychosis talking to singsing your voice and . . . your ‘black
soul.’ But never once did I blame you
for any of it. How could I?
control of yourself.
And even as you were threatening mutilation and who knows what else,
up, who let me leave him to fight my own battles, who went on a killing rampage
when he thought I was dead, who does his best not to hurt me even when it would
make things easier on him if he did, who lets me hold his hand, who held out a coat
for me to slip into.” She scooted closer
to him. “Don’t you understand?
think of, until I’ve reached the point that if you leave, you’ll take me with
you, leaving me nothing.” She held up
her left hand. “Rings are a symbol of
marriage because they’re never ending.
Combine that with some rather permanent ink, and you’re never going to
get rid of me.”
Jeffrey laughed at that, but he didn’t have the same mirth he once
did. “We forgive each other then?” he
asked softly.
“Were you not just listening to me?
I thought I told you that there was nothing to forgive, husband mine,”
Salida said.
“Well, do you think you could untie me then?
hands.”
“It’s not your hands that need to be feeling,” she murmured, climbing
onto his lap and immediately regaining his full attention.
bodies into close and intimate contact.
Dragging a finger ovee cue curve of his ear, she whispered, “I don’t
know about you, but I am feeling a dam of nervous energy demanding to be let
loose. So, I can
either burst into tears, or I can carry on with my plans for last
night. Having you at my mercy as I have
my wicked way with you.”
“‘Going to have your wicked with me?’
I can hardly wait, you dirty little cheat.
to you while you were tying me up last night?” Jeffrey asked, willing his body
not to react underneath her. That would
only encourage her. “Never mind.
it now while I’m in a generous mood and while Sands is still fucking asleep.”
“You’re in a generous mood,” she repeated.
‘letting’ me do what I want with and to your helpless body.
Generous.” Salida rolled her
eyes, pulling away Jeffrey’s blanket and her own at the same time, revealing
the torn shirt underneath, and the pale chest showing in the morning
light. “Then I suppose you’re going to
graciously ‘give’ me the chance to do this –”
around one of his nipples before latching onto it lightly.
teased his ribs. A few seconds later she
lifted her head to move to the other side of his chest.
me do this –” Again
she teased his nipple, this time running her teeth over the small nub, glancing
upwards to judge his reaction. As if the
rapid swelling in his pants wasn’t enough of an indication.
Oh God.
this. Not her.
were securely tied together at the small of his back.
thus tied the strips of the ruined sheet tightly and securely.
it. Worse yet, she knew it too.
not going to fucking beg. He gasped
and arched his back slightly against the wall as she redoubled her efforts to
arouse him.
So he simply kept his mouth shut, his eyelids fluttering shut; an
increasingly frustrated look showing on his face.
Salida noticed the look, and while a part of her saw it and rejoiced
Slowly moving her lips from his chest, to his collar, to his neck, to
his jaw, she whispered, “Would you like me to take off my shirt, my generous
husband?”
“What do you fucking think?” he snapped, turning his head to capture her
lips. She let him, willingly pressing
her body tight against his, rubbing against his firm chest.
t-shirt off before returning to kiss him, skin now pressed to skin.
into his mouth, parting her lips to let him take possession.
slipped down to his waist, holding him as she started to rock her hips against
him.
Fuck, he wanted to touch her. He
put all of the passion he might have been showing her with his hands into the
kiss, trying not to think about what the friction of her body rocking against
his was doing to him. And not doing to
him as well. ongeonged to be buried deep
inside her, but he knew that he would have to wait until she was
held all the cards now.
“Yes I do,” Salida mumbled against his mouth, having heard him speak
aloud. “I’m in control now, lover.”
Jeffrey didn’t say anything, merely captured her mouth in his, trying
not to think about the fact that his own hips had begun to rock against hers
without him thinking about it.
“Fuck, vixen,” he gasped when her hands squeezed and pulled at his hips,
pressing her against him even harder.
Salida wanted Jeffrey inside her more than anything,
bherehere was one hitch in getting that need fulfilled . . . she’d have to get
off his lap long enough to take both their pants off.
them off quickly, and the fire flaring inside her demanded speed.
Hesitantly, Salida slipped her hand between their writhing bodies.
rocked against her demandingly again, and she whimpered.
before using her own hand to stroke not him, but herself lightly.
amazed her, and that she did it front of Jeffrey made it seem all the more
rewarding.
Suddenly she was aware that her husband was no longer kissing her.
“Do you have any idea what seeing you touch yourself like that does to
me, vixen?” he whispered, his voice hoarse once more, but this time if was from
need.
“I always knew you were a voyeur,” Salida said with a breathy laugh, her
fingers not stopping their caress. Once
she had derived some sort of satisfaction for herself she would be able to
continue her play with her husband. “Do
you like to watch me do this, Jeffrey?” she asked, willing herself not to
blush. She was treading in unfamiliar
territory here.
“Oh fuck yes,” Jeffrey moaned without hesitation.
that?” he asked, pulling at his bound hands with force even though he knew it
was no use.
Salida frowned then, but didn’t stop her gentle ministrations.
still able to form coht set sentences, then I haven’t been playing the game
properly. Something I will have to
amend, she thought to herself, her breath beginning to come in pants as she
brought herself closer to her own release.
Deciding selfishly that if seeing her go over the edge without him and
without his help didn’t get more of a rise out of him, nothing would, Salida
shifted forward on his lap, bringing her damp slit into contact with his now
prominent arousal. She rested her head
against his shoulder as she moved her fingers and her hips faster.
intense one that ripped screams from her throat, but one that sent a wave of
heat through her entire body, causing s to to break out on her skin and a whimpering
moan to escape her. She felt Jeffrey go
still beneath her, and had to smile, even as the tail end of her orgasm sent
shudders through her.
Taking a moment or two to recover, Salida finally stood, slipping her
pants off her hips, then bending over at the waist to unfasten the button and
zipper keeping Jeffrey’s length from her sight.
Deciding to have a bit of fun, she rested a hand to either side of
Jeffrey’s legs, her knees locked, her ass pointing up in the air.
gusting over him, tormenting him as she gathered her courage once again.
lips over the very tip of his erection, not allowing it into her mouth, and
moaned, the sound waves traveling down his length and wrenching a groan from
his throat.
“Holy fuck,” was all Jeffrey could say to that.
desperately to get closer with the one thing she was willing to do for him that
with enough time would send him spiraling into the oblivion he so desperately
craved. “Vixen, please,” he moaned, too
far gone to care that he was begging. He
didn’t even really know what he was asking for.
All he knew was the sensation of her hot breath against his arousal and
that she was about to fucking drive him insane.
Salida saw the effect she was having on him, and it was one of the
sexiest things she’d ever seen. He was
slowly thumping his head against the wall in frustration, his hips were
practically begging her to ease his torment, and he was begging.
Delighting in her power and feeling arousal beginning to coil inside her
again, Salida quickly straddled Jeffrey’s legs, her loose hair falling down
around her face to caress his thighs and belly.
She moved her mouth, but placed slow kisses at the point where thigh met
hip. Ever once in awhile, her soft cheek
would brush against him, earning her a gasp or a moan, or occasionally a
garbled plea.
Finally she had her fill of play, feeling her body inform her of the
aching hollowness at her center. She
moved up Jeffrey’s body, kissing the entire way, her breasts dragging up his
chest, teasing with their hard tips.
Finally she was hovering over him, both lips and hips hovering
tantalizingly over his corresponding regions.
Then, without further ado, she captured his lips with hers as she
quickly and smoothly sheathed him inside her warm and more than willing body.
Jeffrey wanted to moan at the contact, but Salida’s lips prevented him
from doing so. He attempted to kiss her
back, but he kept pulling his head away to lean against the wall, his entire
body arching as much as such a position would allow with his hands tied behind
his back and his legs stretched out in front of him, tied at the ankles.
Oh God, vixen,” he moaned as she began to ride him, moving up and down
on his nearly unbearably hard length.
When his climax came did didn’t even try to hold back and came into her
moving body in a hot rush, his head thrown back against the wall, every vein in
his neck standing out under the strain.
But it didn’t end there. He kept
coming, and as long as he kept coming she kept riding him.
stop, his orgasm finally ended, and his head fell forward onto her shoulder,
his body heaving for breath. It was a
long moment re hre he could speak again, and when he did his voice was just a
whisper in Salida’s ear. “That . . . was
fucking worth the wait, vixen.”
“Yessss,” she hissed, her hands languidly
moving behind him to until his arms. A
few quick jerks and he was free, feeling blood rush into the appendages.
move again.” Her eyes were drifting
shut, and despite her promise, she felt herself drifting towards sleep.
“Wake up, vixen. I’ve slept in
this position enough for the time being.”
“Mmm . . .” she moaned noncommittally, but she did gather her strength
to until his legs as well. That deserved
another rest, and it was a full twenty minutes before they made it into the
bedroom, only to discover all the blankets were in the other room.
“Forget it,” Salida murmured, leaning against Jeffrey’s side.
use you as a blanket too.”
“Whatever you want, vixen,” Jeffrey said slowly, sleepiness stealing
over him as well. It had been a fucking
hard handful of hours on the both of them and they fucking deserved some
rest. His last thought was of what would
happen when Sands awoke before sleep claimed him without a fight.