Don't Fear The Reaper

The storm clouds rolled in and a gentle rain began to fall against the window panes – the only barrier between Lisa Reisert and the cold outside world. The beautiful brunette stood at the window, her green eyes struggling to see through the rain as she hugged a grey fleece blanket tightly to her. She knew he would come. He always showed up on nights like this, and she was ready for him. She never knew exactly when he would appear, each time was always different, and no matter how long she tried to wait for him, he never appeared until after she’d fallen asleep to a lullaby of thunder, lightening, and pounding rain. He would take hold of her then, startling her out of a fitful slumber, only to turn her into his submissive lover. She was turned on by his control over her, he was turned on by the fact that she really held all the power but refused to make him stop. In the morning she would awaken and wonder if it was all a dream, but knowing from scant evidence that it was all too real.

Lisa shivered, and backed away from the window, settling down on the mattress of her cast iron bed, the metal work painted white for a more feminine touch. Wrapping herself tightly in her fleece throw blanket she curled up on top of her silky blue bedspread and willed herself to sleep. There was no point in trying to deny it, she knew he would come, but not until she was fast asleep. ‘Kind of like Santa Claus…’ she thought to herself, a slight smirk etched in her face at the thought of Jackson Rippner dressed in a Santa suit, his blue eyes piercing her, seeing into her soul – trying to discern if she had been a good girl or not. Although a humorous image, it was not sexually stimulating, and she knew she had better be prepared because Jackson was definitely coming to visit on this particular night.

Jackson stood outside Lisa’s bedroom window, his ice-blue eyes watching her every move. He knew she was waiting for him, but he was waiting for her to fall asleep before he tried anything. Their love affair was strange, both could attest to that, but how could they let it be out in the open? What would be thought of Lisa if the public knew she was in love with her one-time captor who had attempted to kill her in her own home? And what would become of Jackson if his associates knew he was messing around with “The one that got away”? It was too risky to bring it out into the open, and it was best to leave her wondering if any of this were real at all. Yet it was all too real to him.

He had watched her for eight weeks, this lonesome brunette beauty. He had wondered why she had become such a recluse from the world, what had happened to make her such a loner? When they finally spoke he knew that this assignment was going to be incredibly tough if everything did not go according to plan. He had never wanted to hurt this beautiful woman, but he had no choice at the time. Now it was a different story. Their struggle for power was what drew them to each other. At first he feared that it would remind Lisa too much of the parking lot incident, but gradually they worked over that. The first night he had come in and seduced her. Now they enjoyed playing games of cat and mouse with each other. She was the only woman that was a match for Jackson, which made it all the more exhilarating for him when he overpowered her.

He forced himself to pay attention to the task at hand. He noted that she was sleeping now. He made his move, removing a screen in the back of her house, and pushing up the window, giving him enough space to hoist himself into her living room. Once inside he replaced the screen and shut the window. He always exited through the backdoor after he and Lisa shared in their little rendezvous.

Jackson removed his shoes and padded down the hall into Lisa’s bedroom, finding her fast asleep atop the covers of her bed. He bit back a smile as he crossed the room and climbed on the bed with her. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her with his knees, opening their “special drawer” in her nightstand. He smirked as he laid a cold hand upon her throat, startling her awake. She opened her mouth to scream, but he forced a cloth inside it before pinning her hands above her head.

“Hello Lisa,” he rasped, “I’ve come again.”

She looked up at him fearfully. Deep down she knew that he wouldn’t hurt her, but she couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning to do to her this time. Jackson leaned down and kissed her cheek, along her jaw line, down the side of her neck, and back up to her earlobe where he whispered his plans.

“Now, I’m going to remove your clothes, and you’re not going to fight me, Leese,” He murmured. One of his large hands gripped both of her wrists as his free arm reached down and pushed her pants down to her knees. She began to struggle as lightening struck lighting up his blue eyes and cocky smirk. His free hand slipped between her legs and stroked her clit for a moment before sliding up her waist and lifting her shirt in the process, pulling it up and over the arms, letting the shirt slide off of each arm in turn before he fished around in the drawer again and pulled out some rope. Using one hand to pin her dainty wrists together, he bound them tightly with the rope and fastened them to a rung in the headboard before spreading her legs and binding each ankle to a post at the footboard. His fingers returned to her intimate parts as his lips once again caressed her jaw line, down her neck, along her collar bone, her scar, and traced their way back up to her ear lobe, nibbling a little bit before whispering, “I’m going to remove the gag, but you have to promise not to scream. We don’t need to attract attention to ourselves. Do you promise?”

Lisa nodded and felt him smile against her skin, his lips suddenly pressed down upon her own, his teeth nipping at the rag, yanking it from her mouth as he pulled away. He dropped the cloth onto the mattress beside her before firmly reattaching their lips. Lisa moaned and rocked her hips as his long, thin fingers worked their magic down below. His tongue probed her mouth and she welcomed it with her own, exploring his mouth as he did hers. Next his lips traced their way down her neck yet again, once more over the collar bone, and down the cleavage. He paused and teased each of her erect nipples with his lips and tongue before continuing on down to where his hand had been working. A wave of pleasure engulfed her as Jackson sucked upon her clit and probed within her vagina with his tongue. While one hand massaged one of her breasts he used the other to alternate with his tongue in pleasuring her. Lisa could feel an orgasm mounting and she bit her lip, her body tensed and ready as the warm rush came over her. She fell back, moaning as she let the orgasm rack through her body, only relaxing when it was over.

“Juh-juh-Jackson…” she panted.

He smirked, “Yes, Leese?”

“You better strip out of those clothes and fuck me right now!”

“I see,” he got up, the smirk still etched in his face. He removed his jacket and laid it over a chair. Next he undid his belt and slowly slid it through its loops, he removed it and placed it on top of his jacket. Then he untucked his shirt and slowly undid each and every button before removing it as well and discarding it in the same location.

“Jackson!” Lisa groaned. His only reply was that continued smirk as he slowly undid his pants, dropped them and began to remove his undershirt and boxers. Lastly he took off his socks and climbed on top of her once more. He pulled a condom from the drawer, opened it and rolled it on his rock hard penis, then perched on his knees, hovering over her. “Now, what do you want me to do, Leese?” He cooed.

“Fuck me!” She demanded.

“As you wish,” he breathed into her ear before entering her. The pinch of pain startled her, but she smiled as she got into it and worked her hips into his. Jackson gripped her hips and held them still as he thrust into her, rough and hard. She moaned in pleasure as his manhood massaged her G-spot. Taking it that this was a positive sign, Jackson amped up the pace of his thrusts until her back began to arch as another orgasm began sweeping over her, then he slowed down. Lisa groaned in disapproval and tried to force him into her, to up his thrusts, but was helpless to do nothing but wait it out.

Jackson continued his slow thrusting until he knew they were both ready to explode – then he upped the pace once again and thrust until orgasm enveloped both of them and he collapsed on top of her. He rolled to the side and held her as she drifted off to sleep. It was only then that he removed her bindings and covered her with the blanket once more. He smiled down at her sleeping form, so peaceful in dreamland and smoothed her hair back. Staring at her beautiful face he sighed, “Someday, Leese, someday I’ll come back to steal you away. I wish things were easier for us.” With that he kissed her forehead, dressed and left the house though the backdoor.

The next morning Lisa awoke, once again wondering if it had all been a dream. It would have seemed so if she weren’t naked and there weren’t markings from the ropes indented in her wrists. She sighed, “I hope someday comes soon, Jackson Rippner.” With that, she got up and began to prepare for work. Just another day at the Lux Atlantic Hotel for Lisa Reisert.