Adam & Eve- a Tale of Obsession

by Shantel Davis

  I made my way through the crowd then up a set of stairs. There were about fifteen rooms divided between three floors. They were all the size of studio apartments and in each room, people watched and, or participated in any and every sexual act I’d ever thought about, read about or had seen.

  While I searched for Eve, I saw things that would have made a porn addict blush. I got distracted from my search as I watched two women who were covered in tattoos and shaped like fifties pinup girls take clamps from various parts of the other’s body. They kissed each spot on the skin left bright red by the devices. It was the first thing in the club I’d been interested in watching, I was tempted to stay, but finding Eve was more urgent. I pulled myself away from the door and another man replaced me, his hand on his naked cock.

  Two rooms down, I stopped and stood outside the door. I’d spotted a woman who looked like Eve but knew I had to be mistaken. The woman stood on a circular stage. Men and women surrounded her. They watched, captivated as she rolled her body like a wave in the ocean to a slow R&B beat.

  I walked further into the room, mesmerized. It was her. The red dress she wore was pulled down, exposing her large firm breasts. Her nipples, the size and color of HERSHEY’S KISSES, were erect. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was looking at Eve. The ever quiet, always shy Eve was dancing nearly naked in a room full of strangers. The Weeknd’s, “Wicked Games” played over the speakers as she slinked down to the floor. On all fours, she crawled her way from the edge of the stage. Her bare ass and shaved pussy on display. My blood pumped through my veins so rapidly my skin heated.

  She stopped then turned on her back, her dress riding her thighs. She spread her legs then ran her fingers through her wet folds. Her eyes lulled closed. Someone gasped. Maybe it was me? Taking a seat, I watched as she danced for another song and then another. I didn’t blink, scared I’d miss something. Then, just like that, it was over. She was done with her mental foreplay. It had ended too soon.

  When she walked off stage, all eyes followed her. I suspected if not for the two men who stood guarding what I assumed were the dressing rooms, many would have physically followed, me included. The sexual energy wafting off her was like a magnetic pull.

  I waited anxiously as she did whatever she was doing in the room. After a few minutes had passed, she came out, completely put back together. Absent was the makeup she’d been wearing earlier. Her face looked sweet and innocent again, but now I knew better. She’d never be my sweet naïve Eve again.

  She walked with her head down. Another guard, bigger than the one at the door, followed beside her and kept people from approaching her. I followed them, unnoticed, when they exited the club. They were ahead of me, but I could still see them clearly. He walked her to her car. She spoke to him in a hushed tone, kissed his cheek, got in her car and he watched her drive off, before turning to leave.

  I checked my wallet and counted thirteen-hundred-dollars. I thought about bribing him for more info on her and how often she went to the place called INFERNO but decided against it. The suit that he wore looked just as expensive as my own, and they seemed to know one another. If I questioned him, and he turned down the money, he could tell her I’d been asking questions. He could have easily described me to her. Then she’d know I’d seen her. I put the money back in my wallet then put it away. I decided to wait. I decided I would follow her again the next Saturday to see if she returned to the club, but she didn’t.

  Three weeks passed before she went out again. I’d only been parked in the driveway of the empty house across the street from her house for a short while. She was wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt when she exited the house. I thought she was about to run an errand. I would have gone home, thinking I’d wasted another Saturday if I hadn’t noticed her duffle bag. She threw it in the back of her car and drove off. She drove to the gas station down the street from her house where she filled her car with gas.

  I followed her to I-4 North, heading to Orlando. An hour and a half she drove without stopping. She pulled up alongside a ranch-style home that was surrounded by acres of land. The yard and driveway were filled with cars and people. She got out of her car only when the guard I recognized from the club knocked on the window. He led her inside. I got out of my car, and even though lots of people milled around, I decided against going inside. I didn’t want to be spotted. I walked around the side of the house. All the windows were opened, and the song from the club filled the air. I followed it to the back of the house. I saw only flashes of Eve, as so many people stood around trying to get a glimpse of her, too. She was dancing again, and yet again, it was over as quickly as it had begun.

  “Do you know who she is?” I asked the slender built Hispanic man who stood next to me.

  He eyed me suspiciously before answering. “That’s Eve. You must be new to the scene?”

  I was confused. “New to what?”

  “The Taboo Community. Everybody here is an exhibitionist, a nudist, voyeurs, or swingers. The freaks of nature, man. Why are you even here if you don’t know anything?”

  “I came to see her,” I answered honestly.

  “Didn’t we all?” He chuckled and took a swig from the cup he held. “Too bad that’s all you can do. She’s into watching and being watched. Nothing else, which is a pity. I’d give my life savings to fuck her.”

  I cringed at the idea of him touching her and walked away before he could say anything that would cause me to physically harm him. Eve’s car was already gone when I made my way back to the front of the house through the crowd. I drove home thinking she was a lot more complex than I’d originally assumed.

  She went to different clubs, events, and parties for the next six months until one night she was leaving INFERNO, her bodyguard— I’d learned his name was Gus— didn’t show up to escort her out. She’d danced and left like she usually did. I noticed a car following her. I followed him. I assumed she didn’t know either one of us were following her. Being so trusting and unaware of her surroundings was dangerous. One day I would teach her that.

  She took a detour and stopped at an all-night grocer. The parking lot was unusually crowded for that time of night. She circled the lot for a moment, looking for a spot to park. Then, without thought of her safety it seemed, she parked on the side of the building, away from the rest of the cars and foot traffic. He pulled up beside her. I stopped just far enough away to be inconspicuous, but not too far away that he would be able to harm her without me intervening.

  I watched him as he watched her get out of the car. I recognized the possessive, predatory gleam in his eyes. It was almost identical to mine. He wanted her as much as I did, but there was malice. He’d planned to hurt her. There was no way I would let that happen. When she came out. He sat in his car with his posture tight. I could tell he was struggling to restrain himself from acting in the parking lot.

  He followed her to her house. Sat outside just a few houses away from her place, watching her. I pulled up into the driveway of the empty house across the street from where she lived. It was where I usually parked. He had to go, I thought

  I got out and grabbed the tire iron and hunting knife from my truck. I used the shadows of the trees to make my way to the car. My rising fury threatened to blind me. What did he plan to do to her? The thought of him hurting or touching her filled me with so much rage that my body felt like it was on fire.

  When I got to his window, I managed to smile as I tapped at it. His face turned bright red with surprise and fear, then he proceeded to rolled down the window.

  He stammered, “Is there a prob—”

  For moments, I smiled down at him. So much so that nervousness skittered across his features. “Yes, there is a problem. You. You can’t have her,” came out in nothing more than a broken whisper. I simultaneously reached into the window and slit his throat before he could finish the question forming in his mind.

  His warm blood bathed my face and mouth. I reveled in the feel and taste of it. Th
e man feverishly grabbed his throat. He tried to stave off the flow of blood, but there was nothing he could do. It would take less than a minute for him to bleed to death, but first…

  I opened his car door then dragged him out by his shaggy blond hair. He slumped to the ground as I stood over him. I used the tire iron to land blows onto every inch of his body. He needed to suffer. I beat him until the voice in my head quieted. Then I beat him until the erratic beat of my heart slowed.

  Covered in his blood, I picked up his lifeless body and pushed it into his backseat. I got in the driver seat, started his car then drove away. I smiled when the heavens opened up and rain fell. It would cleanse away any evidence of him ever being there. I drove him to my favorite hiding spot.

  The next day while Eve was in class I drove to her house and left a note in her mail box.

  I was watching you. I love to see you dance. Leave the door open for me.

  She couldn’t stay there anymore. Who knew who else knew where she lived? I couldn’t be there all the time to protect her. I knew that note would scare any woman. Eve may have been a conundrum, but she was no fool. She moved two days later. After that, her late-night dances ceased, which was fine with me. I would be the only person she danced for in the future.

  “Adam.”

  My name on her lips brought me back to the present. At first, I thought I imagined it. I remained frozen in place, waiting for her to called for me again. Seconds passed in silence. Only my blood rushing in my ears could be heard. But just when I began to think I’d imagine it—

  “Adam” she whispered again and shifted onto her back.

  Lazily she trailed her right hand down her abdomen. Was this real or was my mind playing tricks on me? Her legs spread apart. She traced the flesh of her right thigh with her finger tips then groaned. I didn’t blink, disturbed by the thought of missing anything.

  “Adam,” she moaned again, confirming my thoughts that I’d heard my name. “Touch me, Adam. Touch me please,” she pled for me in her dreams.

  Just once, I promised myself. I got on my knees in front of the bed—the need to taste her drove me. Just once… And besides, she wanted it. I wrapped my arms around her thighs then roughly yanked her to the edge of the bed. Her ass was positioned just right for me to taste her. I glanced up to make sure she was awake. She was. I wanted her to be lucid when I gave her pleasure for the first time. There was no surprise, no fear or revulsion on her face, just a wicked glint in her eyes. She knew what I was about to do and licked her lips in anticipation of it.

  I snatched her underwear to the side and found her cunt slick with her juices. The scent of her want was heady and dizzying to me. I slowly wrapped my tongue around her clit, latching on to it. I sucked and licked at it until she was panting and trying to crawl away. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I locked her into place and spread her legs further apart.

  “Oh shit,” she gasped, her back arched. “Please,” she begged. “More.”

  I gave her what she wanted. Using two fingers, I spread her pussy lips, slid my tongue deep inside her. I fucked her with it, eliciting a pretty moan from her. I replaced my tongue with two fingers. Our eyes met. I saw her, seeing me. I slowed the rhythm of my fingers as I slid them in and out of her wetness, causing her to hiss. Eyes wide opened, she watched me, unflinching as I finger fucked her. Her walls clenched, tightening. She threw her head back in ecstasy. She was so close. She tried closing her legs over my hand. I stopped long enough to roughly push them back apart.

  “Don’t move, or I’ll stop,” I snapped.

  “Wh—” she started to protest but lost her ability to speak when I laved my tongue up and down the folds of her pussy.

  I was rewarded with a gush of fresh cum. I licked the wetness as it dripped down to her ass. Her whimpers made my dick jerk. A part of me contemplated fucking her then and there, knowing she would let me, but then I would miss out on the chance of making her beg for it. Instead I slid two fingers back into her. I positioned them in a ‘come here’ motion and watched as her body arched then convulsed. Her juices flooded my fingers. I removed them then sucked the rest out of her while she chanted my name like a prayer. If my mouth hadn’t been full, I would have pointed that out to her.

  S E V E N

  I laid sprawled out on the bed with my heart hammering against my rib cage. I attempted to catch my breath while Adam stood over me. I watched him watching me, waiting for him to pounce. The predatory gleam in his eyes told me that was what would happen next. The shameful thing was, I wanted it to happen. I was burning from the inside out.

  I groaned inwardly because my ploy had backfired on me. I hadn’t been sleeping when I put on my little show for him. I thought he’d screw me and then be done with me. I’d had no plans to enjoy it. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but the moment he French kissed my pussy, I was a goner. Was there something wrong with me?

  The knowing smile on his lips let me know he was aware of my satisfaction. That irked me. I snatched my eyes away from his. I casted them downward as I didn’t want him to see my shame. However, it was his manhood that drew my attention. His hard dick peeked out at me from behind the fly of his boxers. I turned away quickly. He chuckled when he caught me staring at it.

  He was a cocky bastard. Admittedly, he had a right to be cocky. If I was only judging by the size of the monster in his boxers and threw in the fact that he made me orgasm harder than ever, he had the right to be downright arrogant. My pussy quivered at the thought. Yet again, I was unnerved.

  “What’s wrong with you? Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked.

  “Did you allow me to do that because you wanted it or because you thought I’d free you after?”

  I turned to lay on my side, trying to will my body to calm as it still hummed from my orgasm. “Does it matter?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Yes, it matters.”

  Did I tell the truth or lie? I thought about it for a second. If he was still going to hurt me, then telling the truth wouldn’t stop him. However, I figured to lie would incite his rage more. I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. I decided to tell the truth.

  “If it’ll get me out of here, do with me as you please. You won’t get a fight from me.”

  The pout on his face told me he didn’t like my answer. It was weird to see a grown man pouting. It was strange that pouting had even been a response to my answer.

  I adjusted the pillow to see him better. “What? You wanted me to lie?”

  “No, but I didn’t think you’d be quite as honest since you lie so often,” he said.

  “Excuse me?” I asked, perplexed. “What have I lied to you about?”

  “You’ve known this entire time I was there watching, haven’t you?”

  He stared at me expectantly, like my answer would change everything. The tension in the room was thick as he waited for my answer.

  “You’ve asked me this before and I told you no,” I said.

  No matter what he said or did, I wouldn’t tell him otherwise. I refused to play into his delusions. I could tell he didn’t like my response by the way he glared at me. For a split-second he did nothing more than glare at me until he took a step back from the bed and smiled.

  “You’re lying. And you’re damaged, just as damaged as me.” It was a statement not a question.

  “Why do you say that?” I asked, curious as to what his answer would be.

  “I saw you. All those years watching you… You looked through others while staring directly at me. You knew what I was and now you’re pretending.”

  I waved him off. “I don’t even know what that means. What are you? Are you not human?”

  “Just admit it.” His voice rose with each word. “You knew I was there all along. You aren’t afraid of me. You can pretend all you want. It’s just a game to you and you know it. All that faking as if you’re afraid, as if you want me to take you against your will and hoping I’ll let you go after, it’s a front. You want me just as mu
ch as I want you.”