by Dark Angel
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. You’re mine now, and I am going to use every bit of you for my pleasure.”
Jeremy’s touch on my skin sets me off again. I grind against his lap, teasing his cock with my body. He is already starting to stiffen again, ready to give me more. He caresses the welts left on my ass, giving me goosebumps. The throb of my skin reminds me of his hand on the back of my neck, the loving but commanding tone. Just thinking back to it gives me chills and makes my pussy swell again. The dark expression on his face as he traces the abused skin lets me know that he’s thinking about it, too. I feel that deep connection of understanding and twisted desire. We stare into each other’s eyes and that moment of mutual feeling reignites our passion.
“I love you,” we both say at the same time. It almost seems cheesy, but knowing that we’re both thinking the same thing gives it meaning. I am overcome with feelings of love, blissful tears pricking at my eyes.
“You are mine,” he says, reaching up to grab my throat gently, lovingly, “Every inch of your pretty skin. Every hole. Every breath. Mine for eternity.”
He pulls me down to him in a passionate kiss. Everything else disappears except for his mouth, his body against mine, and the need between us. My hands trace his collarbone and trail down his chest. My fingers run over his abs and around his sides, gripping his back. I love how powerful his body feels under my touch. I am safe in his grasp. Nothing will ever harm me as long as I give myself over to him completely, and I am already his, down to my very core. In this house where once I felt powerless I now feel invincible.
Jeremy’s tongue runs over my lips and then strokes mine. We taste each other as the intensity of the kiss grows until we are both moaning in ecstasy. He pushes me away from him to sit up straight. His eyes move over my body, taking me in from my face all the way down to my pussy. I have always hated being looked at, being given attention, preferring to melt into the background unbothered and unnoticed… but I have bared myself for Jeremy and shown him my true self. His gaze makes me feel sexy. I arch my back a bit to perk up my tits and continue to grind against his cock, smiling as he watches me. I love the look on his face as he thinks no doubt filthy thoughts about my body. His hands go to my hips to guide me along his cock as I rock forward and back again. His head rests against the sofa to enjoy watching me move on him, moaning softly. I’m starting to feel it too, giving a little gasp every time the ridge of his head rubs against my clit. I bite my lip as the pleasure starts to build up in me, my hips moving faster.
“Are you getting off just from rubbing against my cock, Carrie?” Jeremy says with a teasing grin, “Tell me how it feels.”
His words have an instant effect on me, making my clit throb and my nipples ache. I start to describe for him in detail how he affects my body.
“Your cock feels so good on my clit. It’s so thick and hard, it’s going to make me cum,” I say, blushing a little as the words leave my mouth. Having to say it out loud turns me on even more.
He gives me a satisfied moan.
“Come for me, Carrie.”
I gasp, rocking my hips in shorter, faster strokes now, focusing my movements on the head of his cock. He begins to move his hips as well, sending me over the edge. My pussy twitches with every wave of pleasure and my body tenses as I cum, soaking his cock.
As the waves of cum pass and my body starts to relax, Jeremy lifts me by my hips, his cock springing straight up. He brings me down until his head pushes up against my asshole, teasing me with it for just a moment before pulling me down onto his cock slowly. I moan in surprise as he brings me down until I am sitting on him again, his huge cock filling my ass. I circle my hips, feeling a wonderful pressure as I stir myself on his cock. He groans with pleasure in response to my enthusiasm.
“That’s good, Carrie. Feel how deep I can get inside of you.”
I grip his back tighter and pull myself down on him as hard as I can. My fingers dig in, leaving more of my own marks on his skin. I moan from the feeling of being completely full of his cock. He lifts me again and brings me down, moving his own hips to fuck me slowly. As I start to match his pace, he releases my hips and slides his hand up my body, feeling his way up my curves possessively. He massages my tits, as he starts to fuck me faster, bouncing me up and down on his cock. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I drag my fingers across his back and sides, and then bring my hands to his chest to balance myself so I can move on him faster, lifting myself until his cock almost slips out of me and then bringing myself down again hard. He growls with pleasure and grabs my waist, leaning forward and bringing us both down to the floor. As my back touches the cold floor, he holds me down and fucks me mercilessly, our bodies slapping together with each thrust. His cock begins to twitch inside me, and moaning my name, he comes inside my ass, filling me again with cum.
Without slowing down, Jeremy continues to fuck me, reaching down between my thighs. Two of his fingers slide inside my pussy and his palm presses against my clit. He starts moving his hand in a circular motion against my clit as his fingers curve inside me to rub my walls. My hips lift off of the floor to take him all the way inside me. The rough way he fingers me while fucking me senseless is almost more than I can take. I can’t control the loud moans coming out of my mouth, and I don’t want to. I love letting him hear how much he affects me.
“Jeremy, I’m going to cum!”
“Come for me Carrie. I want you to keep coming until you can’t anymore.”
He moves his hand faster and faster until I cum, loudly screaming his name. My toes curl and my legs tense, gripping his sides. Even as I shake, he does not slow down. He grabs my ass with his other hand, holding my squirming body still. I cum again, my feet pushing into the floor and my toes curling with the power of climax. My mind goes blank as the waves of pleasure wash through me. My cum and his are mixing together and dripping onto the floor underneath us. Just as the last wave moves through my body, I start to cum again until my eyes roll back. I whimper and sob from the intensity of sensations. My vision starts to go black from pleasure almost too strong. As my legs go limp against the floor, Jeremy sinks inside me all the way and empties his cock once more. Pulling out of my ass suddenly, he shoots cum all over my body, splashing against my tits, belly, legs, and pussy. He squeezes out the last few drops with his hand, rubbing his head on my thigh as if marking me with his cum.
Jeremy leans down over my body and takes one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue licking cum off my skin. He sucks and teases it for a moment before kissing my lips, letting me taste his cum on my tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me, sharing a deep kiss with him as we lay in the floor, covered in the sticky fluids of our fucking. He breaks away from me and looks down at my face as we catch our breath. A smile comes to his face and he strokes my cheek tenderly.
“So… who’s next?”
37
Carrie
The sun is setting around us now and its orange tones merge with the fire before our eyes. The tacky house I’ve always called home is lit up. It’s as if the day is blending with the fire and yet soon we will be subdued by darkness. I crave the darkness now, like a blanket in the otherwise cold night. I crave it because it comes from Jeremy and wherever he is I am home. This place, the palatial mansion built on falsity is turning into embers and I’m happy to see it go. Goodbye past.
We are standing a little aside, in a thick of trees, watching the house burn. The flames lick up around every window and door that has ever kept me caged in. My parents are gone and I don't feel nostalgia or sadness. I only feel free. I feel free because of Jeremy. He awakened my sense of life. I never knew how divine this world could be. When I met Jeremy my outlook changed. He ignited my passion for him and for everything. Though the feelings are deep and very overwhelming, I'd rather be with him and fall hard then to ever face life alone again.
I am riding this high of power with him, my true love, by my side.<
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The fire is melting my past away and it feels like a personal detox for me. All the trauma and bitterness is being swept away so that I can be reborn as my true self. I am like a phoenix rising from the ashes of my past, and I see it happening literally before me. I never knew how much I despised them. I hated my parents, they made me feel worthless and immune to love. I put walls up to guard my heart because every part of my life was hurtful. But, today those walls are burning down and it's so fun to watch.
"You did this for me," I see the red-orange glow of the fire flicker in Jeremy's eyes and I think how fitting it is. He has the hot fire of passion burning inside of him and he ignites that in me.
"Are you happy?"
I pull into him and trail soft kisses along his strong jawline. "I'm happy," I say breathlessly. "You have made me strong."
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me with eagerness. He's tasting every part of me, tracing his tongue along my teeth. He pulls me up into his arms tightly and my feet almost lift from the ground. I am light and free and full of power. I give in to his every whim and I always will. In fact, the scene of my parent's destruction makes me ache for him, down there, deep inside me. I am lusting after this handsome man who has made my dreams come true. He's helped realize fantasies that I never knew I had. Fuck. I'm in so deep with him and I never want to come out of it.
He savors the taste of my lips and he holds me tight as we watch it all burn.
"You have broken me," I say. His look is inquiring but a tad hurt also.
"But you just said I made you strong."
"You didn't let me finish. You broke me apart...and I needed to be broken. You crushed the shell around me into a million pieces so that the real me has been born. I've never felt like myself before and now I do. I always knew I was waiting for something but I didn't know what. Now I realize it was you all along, I've been waiting for you."
Tears of happiness well up in my eyes and he scoops each one away with his thumb as I cry.
"Don't cry my baby, it's all okay now. I'm here. Things are right for once." He kisses me and says quietly into my mouth, "I was waiting for you too. I was just waiting."
I feel sad for the years wasted on a life not worth living. I'm happy to expunge it all. I feel violent cravings inside to right all the wrongs that I've endured. Most of all, though, I feel fortunate that things have finally turned around. I've met my soul mate and I've come full circle and our entire lives are in front of us now.
"I didn't understand how maltreated I was. I mean, it felt awful, but I never could trust my own feelings because it was too much pain to endure. I kept it all bottled up Jeremy, and now, seeing my past dissolve into a mess of flames, with my parents gone, I can finally see how damaged I was. I didn't deserve any of it. I didn't deserve to be treated that way."
His heavy arms are wrapped around my small frame. I am a wisp compared to him. And again, feeling his weight over me settles me down, like I will not blow away from all the misery I've endured. I will be kept safe in his arms, forever.
"Jeremy," I look up into his blazing eyes and my heart is spread open. "I love you, I will always love you, and please don't ever leave my side. That's my only fear now, that I'll lose you."
"Never," he voice is stern and I believe him. Maybe we can have the dream...I hope.
38
Jeremy
The day is bright and we're the center of the social scene and the fiasco that surrounds her parent's funeral. Nobody can believe what happened and at this moment the funeral is the place to see and be seen. Carrie is dressed perfectly in a tight black dress with a little hat that hosts a semi-veil to halfway cover her face. This way she can be out of the spotlight as much as possible. All eyes are on her though, the suffering daughter, and their eyes are on me, her new support system.
I'm dressed in my finest suit, Gucci, with a crisp white shirt underneath. It's essential that I look good here. I want all of the people in Carrie's life to see me and to know that I exist. I am here for her now as no one else will be.
There are people everywhere. It's the social set of elitist people who Carrie's parents were always trying to impress. Well, now they finally have. They've done it. They've made their mark in time with their infamy. Their names are on everyone's lips and I know that's all they ever craved in life. She has given them the ultimate gift, a dramatic death that will go down in history.
"Did you hear that they had no money?"
"Yeah, that's why the father lost his shit. They were always social climbers and I guess the idea of being obsolete in our circle was just too much for him to take."
"Oh, the poor daughter, she looks so sad. She's an orphan now with no one to take care of her."
"By the looks of that gentlemen, I'd say she's doing just fine."
"Oh yes, he's full of wealth, you can tell."
"Oh it's good she has someone to lean on."
People are gossiping all over the place. And Carrie's putting on the perfect display of sadness and grief. Her head hangs low and she's even able to feign tears. I stay by her side the entire time. I am her eyes and ears as she plays her part.
People assume that she ran away from home when I murdered all her classmates. They all figure that she was grief-stricken and that her parents wanted to let her be, out of the limelight. She has returned to the social scene by the tragic death of her parents. But now everyone can see that we're engaged. She's got the arm of a handsome, wealthy stranger to lean on. Me.
"You know she had to learn of her parent's death on the news. Yes, no one knew where she was to contact her. Naturally, she came back."
"Yes naturally. Sweet girl, she's been through too much."
"And her father's money problems! She probably had no idea."
"I'm sure she didn't know. And she's penniless now. Just heartbreaking."
"I would not be too sad for her just yet. Luckily she's found a man to support her."
"Just look at him. I swear he's the most handsome thing I've ever seen. And he's just loaded."
The women eye me up and down and bat their eyelashes. They wouldn't hesitate to take me away from Carrie if I'd have them, even in her time of need. These are the fake, shallow people she's been raised with. Not a scrap of integrity in their bodies, all they care about is money and looks.
We sit through the funeral and Carrie leans into my shoulder. I know she's happy to have it done with, the past truly behind her now. She's my bride-to-be and it's all I can do to keep my cock from getting hard just to think of bedding her on our wedding night. Wouldn't that give these women, these socialites something to talk about? A Handsome stranger with a giant cock gets aroused at the funeral. No way, I've got to keep it in check. I think of my grandmother.
Carrie eyes me suspiciously and I think she knows what's up. She holds me tightly by the arm and images of fucking her all over these coffins keep popping in my brain. Damn, this funeral is long.
Afterwards, we take our leave, satisfied that we made an appearance. I'm taking her to my Rolls Royce when a cop stops us on our way across the cemetery.
"You're Carrie, right? The daughter?"
"Um yes," she wipes one tear away from her eye. Such an actress!
"I'm sorry for your loss. I just wanted to say how I think it's funny that you just happened to be gone when all this happened."
She looks up at him under her long eyelashes. "Is it officer? Is it funny? Because to me, none of this is funny, okay?"
I'm so proud, I'm just beaming inside. She's become so empowered.
"I'm just saying that me and some of the boys down at the station plan to pursue this thing, you know, to get justice for your parents."
"Hmm, isn't that interesting. Justice you say? Might I suggest you stay far away from me and my fiancé here, otherwise justice just might come to find you...by way of a sad accident."
His eyes look wary of her subtle threat. He backs off but I see the flash of anger in him. He may not let this go. I guess we'
ll have to find out.
39
Carrie
I can’t believe the day has finally arrived...my wedding day! We’re in a fabulous paradise and everything is perfect. After all the drama back home Jeremy whisked me away to this place, this stunning island where we could relax and he could pamper me in style. This island, off the coast of Fuji, is his own personal paradise and now it is mine. His grandfather bought it awhile back and it has been in his family ever since. It is truly perfect as there are palm trees everywhere, soft white sand, and clear ocean waves the color of sapphire. I’m lounging on the sand not far from the main house, a mansion with a luxury feel. Even though we are in this remote place Jeremy has arranged for servants to come in from the mainland. And we have invited a select few people to attend our wedding. The sun rays are hitting my skin and I’m developing a tan which will perfectly suit my simple, but sexy wedding dress. It’s one thing I managed to hide from Jeremy. He arranged everything down to what I would pack, but this one thing I told him was off limits. There was no way I was going to let him pick my dress yet alone see it. It is a symbolic offering to him, an offering of me. I plan to look beautiful and to have every hair in place, with diamond adornments, and my makeup perfect. I want Jeremy to be stunned when he sees me. I want the first time that I am his wife to be special and sacred.