Quiver: Enticed by Shadows: Book 1 (Quivering Shadows)

by Livia Rook

  I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. I considered slinking away towards the lighted bus-stop behind me and back to the relative safety of my home. But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I knew I’d regret not going after him. My curiosity peaked. Quickly replaying the limited conversation we’d had, I knew I didn’t tell him my name. I had to find out how he knew. It couldn’t have just been a random guess.

  In a short space of time, he’d touched me in a way that I’d never really experienced before. Steam had risen, and I’d tingled in places that I didn’t know could be reached. I couldn’t fathom giving him up. I wouldn’t.

  The decision was made. I needed to know more.

  Chapter Three

  Blurry brown footprints marked the highly buffed resin flooring of the station, and I was careful not to lose my balance as I rushed after him. I ignored the ticket machine, its disapproving glare penetrated me as I guiltily hopped over the barrier without paying.

  I’d lost him.

  He was no longer on the escalator, and I wasn’t able to spy him at the bottom. I could only hope he was still on one of the platforms below waiting for me. My hair bobbed up and down, my curls springing back and forth as I scrambled down the moving steps. At the bottom, I had to make a decision. A quick look at the metro map indicated that the Northern platform on my right was for the airport. The one to the left, the Southern platform, would take me back towards the city.

  The sound of an arriving train grew louder, resonating through the enclosed space. I had to make a choice and quickly.

  People emerged from the tunnel leading to the Northern platform. A few glanced at me for a passing second as they registered me as an obstacle that lay in their paths and changed course to avoid a collision. I stood like a deer in glaring headlights, not able to move, my thoughts only on what I should do. If I didn’t pick soon, my inaction would decide for me.

  A middle-aged man, briefcase in hand, had his eyes fixed on my chest. Taking note of his gaze, I was pulled from my paralysis. The man smiled and continued to stare, craning his neck, as he ambled to the rising stairway. I looked down and immediately saw my blouse buttons undone and my bra peeking out for the whole world to see. I blushed, turned from the stares, clutched to close the gap and rushed to the Southern platform.

  My heels echoed off the curved tiled walls of the passageway like rapid fire.

  Platform 2 was barren. A wintry breeze emanated from the abyss-like train tunnel, and discarded litter drifted and occasionally took flight.

  “Crap!” I shouted and spun around, running back to the escalators. Using both arms to propel myself, I let go of my blouse; this wasn’t the time to be modest.

  I arrived on Platform 1 to face the train and its open compartments. An automated voice announced, “Stand clear of the doors, please.” The doors shut with a firm clunk.

  “Fuck!” I cursed, not caring who heard me. With the hope that perhaps he didn’t get on the train, I looked left and then right. But I was the only soul left on the platform.

  The train started to pull away, the electric cables above buzzed as it picked up speed, and I jogged alongside and peered into the passing windows, glimpsing only my own reflection. I stopped running and watched the train bore into the tunnel; its back lights dissolving into the shadows.

  He was gone.

  Chapter Four

  “Argh!” I screamed as I was pulled into a service alcove. Strong arms held me, picked me up and towed me into the darkness.

  “Let me go!” I yelled.

  I was still screaming as I crashed into a locked door that announced “STAFF ONLY”. A sign below depicted a stick figure getting pummelled by lightning bolts.

  My feet kicked out and my forearms whirled in attempt to make contact with my attacker. It was useless; my arms were pinned to my side. I was in a vice grip.

  “I knew you’d come. Stop shrieking,” he said. His chin rested on my shoulder, buried beneath my hair.

  I stopped resisting. Adrenaline dispersed through my body, leaving me weak and exhausted. It was him — his low smooth voice sent shivers of relief down my spine. His left hand tightly clasped his right forearm; I couldn’t move at all; my arms were clamped to my side.

  “Am I under arrest?” I asked.

  “You most certainly are, Miss Clark,” he replied. Using his free right hand he navigated his way down my skirt. His palm pressed firmly against my sex, and his fingers explored, gathering the material of my skirt higher.

  “Oh!” I whispered, eyes wide, sharply taking in a breath. I leaned my head backwards and allowed my eyelids to sink to a close.

  “I’m going to release you,” he said matter-of-factly. “You’re going to put your hands up and press them against the wall.”

  The pressure around my waist loosened. I stood unchained and raised my arms, placing them on the cold door.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  Using the power of his foot he forced my legs wider apart into a frisk position.

  Travelling up my torso, his hands cupped my breasts, lingering briefly before dropping into a crouch as he explored the lengths of my legs, coming to a stop at my apex. The tips of his fingers brushed over the layers between my legs. The temperature was rising. I was getting hot down there, and the heat from his hand fuelled the blaze.

  Standing back up he pressed against me from behind; a distinctive thickness rubbed against my backside. His need was mounting. I enticed him by moving my derriere from side to side.

  At this slight movement, his fingers finally forced their way through, poking and ripping the delicate material of my tights. They slipped beneath my panties and glided over to find and expose my clit. I ground against his fingers as he played with my sensitive bud.

  “Faster!” I pleaded, biting my bottom lip.

  He obeyed. I could feel the beginnings of a spark deep within me, slowly building. He squeezed me harder around my waist, holding me still, as his fingers danced like lightning. My clit swelled in response.

  Conflicting thoughts buzzed in my head. I didn’t want him to stop but I needed him to slip inside. I parted my legs a little more hoping he’d get the idea but instead he pulled at the side of my blouse; the material billowed as it came untucked and floated to hang loose by my sides.

  Moving up towards my heaving chest, he jerked the cup of the bra downward, and my left breast tumbled out, exposed. My nipple was hard and as smooth as a gemstone. My breast was in his custody, and my nipple poked through the gap of his fore and middle fingers. Teasing, he began to close the the gap, creating a vice for my nipple. It was an enjoyable ache. I would never have considered pain like this to be pleasurable, or that I would enjoy it, but I found I wanted to cry out for him to do it harder, and yet I held back… I wasn’t brave enough to surrender myself completely.

  He pulled my panties to the side, giving him easier access, and he curled his fingers through my neat and tidy garden, tugging slightly on a cluster of hair near my clit.

  For a desperate moment he completely removed his hands from my body. The night air kissed and aroused my breast, and I could feel the breeze swirling and passing between my open legs, skimming by my saturated knickers.

  His jaw nestled into my shoulder. His hot breath was even and controlled.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. And I did. He took a step back, taking me in… taking his time to look me up and down. I felt bare under his watch. He looked ready to devour me — ravenous. I tried to move away but slammed into the door behind me. My palms pressed flat against the obstruction. I was cornered, and there was no escaping him. I smiled and looked into his eyes, willing him to take me.

  In a matter a seconds he was upon me. My eyes dilated as he rushed towards me, his face millimetres from my own. He didn’t try to kiss me.

  “I’ve watched you for so long…” he mouthed.

  His hands were on me again, widening the existing hole in my tights. I felt the tip of his finger circling my opening, and I d
idn’t dare move as I closed my eyes, silently praying for him to enter.

  “Finally!” I gasped, as his digit glided into my red-hot pussy. Amazed at my outburst, I raised a hand to clamp over my mouth and grabbed onto his shoulder as he moved within me, his thumb resting upon my clit. I looked down and saw my naked breast bounce in tandem with his thrusting fingers.

  Fast and steady like a piston, his fingers drilled into me. Wanting more, I arched my back and lifted one leg, careful to balance myself on the other foot, and wrapped it high around his waist. To prevent my heeled shoe from falling off, I clenched my toes tight, desperately holding on.

  A low rumble echoed, emanating from the tunnel; the sound bounced off the curved ceiling, and I could feel the door behind me vibrate. Cold air spun its way past the alcove, gently reaching out to touch our faces. I was lost in a moment of quivering pleasure, sensing everything and letting it flow through me.

  Off in the distance, approaching footfalls clattered against the platform floor and demanded my attention.

  “Someone’s coming,” I whispered nervously, his fingers still pleasuring me. We may have only a few precious seconds before being caught, I thought. If the on-comer chose to wander down towards the end of platform, he or she would no doubt come upon our tangled embrace.

  I didn’t want to stop, and the additional danger of being seen made it all the more exhilarating. I tingled all over.

  “Don’t worry” he responded, “I’m going to make you come first.”

  He added extra pressure and swirled faster and faster. The sounds of footsteps got louder. I almost couldn’t stand it. He bent his head and used the tip of his tongue to lick rapidly at my erect nipple. The thunderous sound of the approaching train boomed all around. I shuddered and moaned. The stranger was nearly upon us. At the thought of our public act being witnessed, I felt a sudden rush burst forth from me. I roared as I came, the train screeching to a halt as it pulled into the station.

  Delicious waves washed over me, and I slumped against the door, catching my breath. He studied me, a crooked smile barely visible at the edge of his lips as he fondled my still exposed breast. I came to my senses and turned to face the wall and adjusted my skirt, trying to compose myself and briefly considering what we’d just done. I experienced a total sense of freedom, but at what cost? A resonating lump of guilt and shame settled like silt within me. Was this who I was?

  I could hear the quiet shuffle of people moving along the platform, and I hoped they couldn’t see me tucked away in the shadows of the recess in which I now hid. I fully expected my handsome stranger to be gone once I turned back around. Questions filled my mind. Was I just a toy to him…? An innocent he played with and then discarded after he’d had his fill? Had there been more like me?

  Preparing myself for disappointment, I gathered up my handbag and turned on my heels to face the platform. My heart leaped, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was waiting for me, his silhouetted form leaning against the wall at the entrance to the alcove.

  He glanced over his shoulder at me and extended his arm, palm faced outward, his fingers reaching for mine.

  “The train is about to leave. Are you coming?” he asked.

  I took his hand. It felt warm and secure, and I moved closer, stepping out of the grey shadows and into the stark lights of the station. I caught a hint of vanilla musk tinted with sweat. His smell was so intoxicating I wanted to lick him, and I longed to nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in.

  Before I could ask our destination, he moved towards the doors of the waiting train, and with my hand tightly grasped in his, I was compelled to follow. The carriage was deserted, and we had the pick of the empty seats. It was warmer inside, for which I was grateful. We sat at the front of the train in silence, and I could hear the murmur of the carriage heaters. I daren’t speak for fear of breaking some unspoken rule. I looked out of the rectangular window in front of us, concentrating on the tiny lights which blinked and pierced the surrounding blackness of the tunnel.

  I resisted the voice inside that itched to ask him questions: Who was he? Did he do this often? I wanted to know everything.

  ***

  The train juddered awake like a grumbling beast, and we started to inch forward towards an unspoken goal. I was a little apprehensive that I had no idea where he was leading me; the thought that I was obediently following him never occurred to me at the time.

  We were plunged into darkness that came and went as the fluorescent lights above flickered. I sneaked a glance at him, and a flash of light illuminated his strong jaw line and tight neck muscles.

  I felt his fingers lace with mine; he knew I was watching him, and his thumb stroked the side of my hand. Ripples of electricity danced up my arms and sent a shudder to my core. My legs twitched, nervous energy making them tremble.

  “Ask me. Before you explode,” he said, not looking at me.

  “How long…” I cleared my throat. Louder now, “How long have you been watching me?”

  “Enough time to know that you’re not the one I want,” he replied.

  Why the hell would he say such a thing? I released his hand and forced a gap between our bodies.

  He turned to face me and retook my clenched hand.

  “That’s not what I meant. I thought you were involved…” he said.

  “Involved in what?” I asked sharply.

  “You’ve just started a new office job, correct?”

  I nodded, “Yeah, a couple of weeks ago. What does that have to do with this?”

  He paused, thinking.

  “I can’t give you the details. It’d be better if you didn’t know —”

  “But…” I interrupted.

  He shook his head and put a hand up. “Let me just say your boss isn’t who he says he is.”

  Puzzled, I leaned back into the seat and pressed closer to him.

  “Wait. You’re not a cop, are you?” I asked, realisation hitting me like a hard slap to the rear.

  “Nope. Not anymore,” he replied, his jaw muscles clenching.

  Crazy thoughts of pleasuring him displaced any notion of further enquires — I could take him right here and now. Would I dare? Yesterday, or even a few hours ago, I would never have dreamed of hooking up with a random stranger, let alone have sex in public with someone who claimed that he was investigating my boss. But the thrill was undeniable.

  I wanted to see how he would react. I wanted to hear him moan for me. I played the scene out in my mind; seeing myself letting go of his hand and slowly walking my fingers up to his crotch. In one turning movement, I would twist my body and lower myself onto my knees between his legs, glancing up at him while unbuttoning his trousers, reaching in… He would respond to my caress, this I knew for certain. And with a swift tug I’d have him exactly where I wanted him; teasing the shaft of his penis, I’d lick my lips… and pump him hard for answers.

  It would be perfect.

  Jolted back to reality, the lights stopped flickering and illuminated the whole carriage, forcing the shadows to retreat as we pulled into the next station. I scowled, disappointed that I had missed my chance.

  Chapter Five

  We sat with our backs to the door, facing the rails in front, and I was unable to see if anyone was getting on. I’d been so engrossed in my own little fantasy that I’d missed the train pulling into the station and was unaware if there’d been any people waiting on the platform. It would be too obvious if I had turned to look.

  After a few agonising moments, the train took off again. The hand entwined with his was beginning to get clammy, and I felt a bead of sweat starting to form upon the surface of my skin.

  Perhaps, under normal circumstances I may have found his quietness creepy, but I was enjoying our comfortable silence — our after-glow, as it were. It was interesting to reflect back upon my past romantic relationships and how tiresome they had been in comparison, chugging along at a predictable pace. It was like going over the same unwavering tracks again an
d again. And in each of the one-night stands, only two in all, I’d known the other participants: names, where they’d studied at university, what they did for a living. They’d been acquaintances, friends of friends, ones that you’d always run into on a Friday night down at the local club.

  I’d thought I’d been daring taking them to my bed. But they were no more than quick, tipsy fumbles under the sheets… nothing special. In comparison, tonight had outdone any previous sexual adventure, and I was sober to boot. There wasn’t any going back now; my eyes had been pulled wide open to reveal a new enticing world, filled with glorious sensations I hoped to experience.

  It seemed trite, but looking around the carriage, everything was clearer, brighter and more colourful, as if I’d been myopic all my life and only now experienced the wonders of corrective lenses or laser eye surgery. No longer was I restricted to greys, browns and beiges. I had colours that I could taste and feel with my whole being.

  I couldn’t believe my luck. There was no other way to put it: He was smouldering hot. Classical features that made you look twice and linger over the tiny flaws or imperfections that added to his beauty.

  The light flickered again and died. His face was no longer visible, now bathed in the greys of shadow. I released my hand from his… and removed my gloves. I wanted to see the colours once more. My wild side had been awakened, and with my free hand resting upon his left thigh, I started to trace concentric circles, gradually moving closer to his groin.

  I could feel him respond as I knew he would; I felt an enlarging beneath the material I was teasing. Using my fingertips, I felt along his hardening shaft while my heart thudded against my chest, pulsating with excitement.

  And as I had imagined, I swivelled and moved to my knees between his parted legs, impatient to please him.

  Chapter Six

  I never envisaged the buzz one could feel while giving good head; it was empowering. I took him in my small warm hand and teased the tip of his penis with my gentle caress until he couldn’t stand it anymore.