Consumed

by Felicia Fox

  "Felicity, My Sweet,

  I'm sorry.

  Goodbye,

  Alexandria"

  At first, I'm struck by the beauty of her penmanship. The lettering is all gorgeous curves and precise movements, so much like the female herself. When the words in the note finally sink in, my heart plummets to my stomach. My whole body is tensing and my vision is wavering with unshed moisture that is gathering and ready to spill over. I walk over to the window, hoping to look out to catch a glimpse of her walking away, hoping that she changes her mind. I wait and I'm now staring aimlessly into the night. By the time I turn away from the window, two hours have passed. Consumed with utter disappointment, I slip into my bed and let the tears fall freely, soaking my pillow.

  Why? Why? Why am I so upset? I know nothing about her really… all I know was one room and orgasms. Why does it hurt so badly? Fuck this! I won't let this damage me. I won't feel abandoned.

  Bouncing out of bed with more enthusiasm than I feel, I begin to dress. I am not going to wallow. I am going to live. Rummaging through my closet, I find my go-to little black dress. Slipping the silky fabric over my head, I feel it slither down my body, landing around my upper thighs and I immediately feel sexy. I slip on my matching four-inch black stilettos which make my legs look a mile long. I add some finishing touches to my make-up and then I fluff my wavy brunette hair one last time before I head for the door of my tiny apartment, determined to enjoy the night.

  I take the stairs down from my third floor apartment. It’s a task in these heels but I just can't seem to bring myself to care. As long as I don’t tumble down and break something, it’s all good. Making my way through the front door, I stand at the curb and flag down one of the hundreds of cabs that troll my Chicago neighborhood at night.

  Jumping into the first one that stops, I throw out the name of a club that I recently heard one of the clients talking about, the other day. The surly looking taxi driver nods affirmatively and starts to drive me toward my destination. In the quiet of the car, I can't help but think back on the last couple of months. My somber mood turns into arousal as I relive visions of Alex’s lips and hands on me, our bodies grinding against one another while I "feed" her start to flood me. God! I can’t go there right now. Finally arriving in front of the place, I throw money into the tray and push it toward the driver before I jump out.

  I walk through the entrance of the club and pass my ID to a bouncer so he can inspect it as I take a peek around, knowing some social lubrication is in order. The strobe lights pulse to the beat of the music and I put a little extra sway in my hips as I make my way to the bar. I call out to the nearest bartender and he approaches me in a graceful manner that makes me crazy jealous. I seem to be able to trip over my own shadow. I must have pulled the short straw in the grace department.

  “What can I get you?” He asks, flashing me his panty dropping smile. Unfortunately, it does nothing for me. It’s a shame, because he’s gorgeous: beautifully stacked muscles on a frame that has to be at least six feet tall, dark hair, shortly cropped, and smoldering milk chocolate eyes. Urg… Fuck! I will make this work!

  “I’ll have tequila. Make it a double, please.” A grin stretches across that handsome face, “Do you have a preference?”

  I lick my lips and notice that it catches his gaze. “Surprise me.” I whisper seductively.

  Pulling up a tall shot glass, he fills it with the poison of his choosing and I have a fleeting moment of anxiety. What are you doing, Felicity? Mr. Milk Chocolate Eyes pushes the shot to me, his eyes heated when they fall on me. I take it in my hand and raise it to my lips, the tequila fumes tickling my nose.

  Taking a deep breath, I murmur, "Bottoms up."

  I feel the liquid burn as it slithers down my throat before it settles warmly in my belly. I close my eyes, feeling the bass of the music as it reverberates throughout my body. It feels good and I start to sway to its pulsing beat.

  Opening my eyes, I search out the bartender to ask for another shot but one is already waiting for me. The guy who is sitting a space down from me tips his drink toward me in invitation and I raise my shot to do the same. I shoot it back and the effects are immediate. My body is loose. Any inhibition I had left is now long gone and I want to dance. The shot man comes to stand behind me, his body so close that I can feel his warmth radiating against my back. Turning around, I see that he’s incredibly attractive with sexy green eyes and full, pillowed lips … yum! Unspeaking, he takes my hand and leads me to the crowded dance floor. He pulls me close and we begin to move. He is fluid in his movements and I can feel what our closeness is doing to him, the hardness pressing against my thigh. I close my eyes and lose myself to pure sensation as he repositions his body, rubbing against even more intimate parts of me. He starts to grind his hard shaft against my clit and I begin panting hard as he keeps at his maddeningly steady pace. Just a little more and I will probably come right here, without caring who may be watching.

  He stills suddenly and I feel a scalding hot sensation against my body. I glance up to find his eyes wide and his mouth slowly opening and closing. Instinctively, I know if I turn around I will see that Alex is standing behind me. I almost want to turn, to fling my body into hers and have her whisk us away. I have to turn around though and I see that it wasn’t wishful thinking. She’s here and she is positively vibrating with otherworldly power. What really stands out is that her eyes have turned a color that I’ve never seen in that beautiful face before. They are crimson, glowing like embers in the dark of the club. Alex’s body trembles as she stalks closer to us.

  “Hey, baby,” some guy says, while putting a hand on Alex’s waist.

  I gasp as a wave of irrational jealousy rips through me but watch as she takes his hand in hers. A look of sheer agony shoots across his face, as she must be squeezing it really hard. Even from this distance, I can see that his hand is now misshapen and I’m pretty sure his bones are shattered. The man is howling in pain and he drops to his knees, bringing attention to our little reunion. Reaching a shaking hand toward me, her eyes remain focused on the man who had been grinding into me on the dance floor a few moments before. I realize that I do not care about what becomes of him. His eyes start to lose focus before glazing over as he looks into Alex's fiery, hypnotic eyes. Abruptly, he turns and walks back to his seat at the bar.

  Her gaze lands on me and I begin to squirm under its scrutiny. Quickly taking a step back from her, I watch as her hand clenches, reaching toward me before it falls back to her side. "Felicity, what were you thinking?" She growls at me and the surrounding people begin to mill around, making the current situation even more of a disaster. I look into her face, once again struck silent by her beauty, but my pride saves me. Instead of falling over myself to please her, I resolutely gaze into those glowing red orbs and sternly let her know I am my own damned person. No more meek and weak Felicity.

  "Fuck you, Alex!" I whisper furiously. "You already said, 'Goodbye.' I don't need you to come to my rescue. I was doing just fine on my own, thank you!"

  Her nostrils flare and I know that she can smell the arousal that the Shot-Guy induced in my body. Being near Alex does not help the throbbing in my lower body, but I sure as hell am not going to be the one who gives in.

  Alex is suddenly in front of me and her arms are banded tightly around my body. "You are mine, Felicity," she hisses. I start to feel that familiar pull beginning on the inside of my body and just like that… We are gone. The music and heated atmosphere from the bar no longer surrounds us.

  As the world starts to spin back into focus, she releases me and I stumble and then fall unceremoniously to the ground. Looking up from my new position on the floor, I see that Alex is turned away from me and I scuttle back to the wall, searching for an opening. In my panic to find a way out, I forget just how well-developed her senses are. When I feel her iron-like grip clutch my wrist, I know that there will be no escape from her.

  "Don't run from me!", she heatedly throws out in
a harsh voice." I will chase you! In my current mood, I would honestly advise against it." Her voice sounds strangled, as if she is fighting to keep herself calm. "I can taste your fear. I am so sorry, Felicity, my sweet, but I cannot let you leave me right now.” With blinding speed, I find that I am pressed up against the hard stone wall, it's rough face scraping my back and arms as my hands are manacled in the cold bronze cuffs that made me pause, just last week.

  I watch as she paces the room, looking like a caged animal. She is trying to regain her composure and she never once looks my way. I can’t seem to stop pulling at the copper cuffs. My wrists are going to bleed if I keep this up. So many thoughts are streaming through my mind and the main word of the night happens to be ‘hate’. I hate that I'm scared of her. I hate that I'm shackled to this damned wall. I hate, no!.. I absolutely loathe that seeing Alex this worked up over me is such a panty-soaking turn on. Too bad I skipped that apparel this evening. Whoops!

  I am amazed at how radiant she is with her skin glowing golden and her hair practically floating on some sort of non-existent wind. She is nothing short of ethereal and my body and mind have the touch, feel, and luscious taste of her seared into my heart…into my very soul.

  My heart feels like a pin cushion; each of these thoughts keep stabbing me in sharp little pricks. They are bleeding and breaking me in a slow and steady rhythm. Even if she is jealous, even if she rips me away from reality simply to keep another person’s hands off of me, I know that she will still say ‘Goodbye’. I know I'll wake up tomorrow and feel the loss that I tried so hard to escape when I went out tonight.

  I must have lost time drowning in my inner turmoil because suddenly I realize that Alex is in front of me. Her hand reaches up to stroke my face so softly that I can't help but compare the feeling to the light brush of a butterfly’s wings. It was just as fleeting, too, because she drops her hand and steps away from me quickly. I notice that her eyes have once again shifted to the champagne iridescence I have grown accustomed to while here in this lair.

  "I watched you, Felicity! Watched you and your little game as you and that… that fucking male were all over each other and I lost all rational thought. This blazing energy that I keep locked inside of me, that I have fought so hard to not expose just surged through me. It's taking all of the will power that I have to not flash back over to him and rip out his throat," she growls.

  I watch as she opens and closes her hand, almost like she is visually completing the act of shredding that poor, unknowing man’s neck.

  "I wanted to bathe in his blood. Glory in it as the light of life dims from his eyes for daring to touch what belongs to me." She pauses in her speech and smiles while she shivers in what must be pure delight, at that thought. That look is what finally scares the shit out of me. She notices because she immediately schools her features and once again continues talking. "Tonight I tried to let you go. I know that I cannot have you but the thought of anyone else touching you drives me to the brink of insanity! I have displayed just what that anxiety makes me do, to keep you more than once this evening."

  It finally registers to me that Alex just said that she ‘cannot have me’. What in the hell is that supposed to mean? She sure as hell has the crazy, jealous girlfriend part down perfectly.

  "Just let me go, Alex! This,” I say sadly, as I shake my arms and hands roughly in their metal bindings, “is overkill."

  Once again, she is growling and pacing before me. She seems to be studiously avoiding making eye contact with me.

  "I don't trust myself, Felicity. If you were to give just the slightest chase, I would pin you down and mark you as mine."

  Instant goosebumps begin to cover my arms and I fell my pussy as it gushes a warm liquid and starts to soak my inner thighs. Alex trips mid-step while taking in the surge of lust that my body helplessly infuses into the air. She is about as surprised as I am. Who would think that I liked the whole ownership spiel, but apparently I do. The idea of her taking me, of marking me so that there is no doubt that I belong to her and no other, makes my insides clench, adding even more fuel to the fire that she stoked within me, the moment she first showed herself, two months ago.

  In a blur of movement, she rips my dress from the hem to the neckline. My breathing hitches and my nipples are hardening painfully as her hands start to explore my body. I writhe as her fingers leave a trail of fire in their wake.

  "Oh my gods, Felicity,” Alex whispers furiously, gripping my hips hard. “You drive me mad! All I could think about was taking you away and had I realized that this flimsy piece of material was all that separated your body from that man, I most definitely would have killed him."

  Stepping back, her eyes start to roam over my body and it's just like a physical caress, causing me to immediately start to squirm. My breath comes in rapid gasps and my wrists start to chafe from pulling on the gleaming shackles.

  “I am going to fuck you, Felicity. Fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk!”

  Holy shit… I didn’t think that I could get any wetter but apparently I was wrong. The sound of her commanding tone, along with being strung up helpless against the wall has me leaking moisture down my thighs. My whole body is so sensitive and ready for her to have her wicked way with me. She could breathe across a nipple and I would probably combust into orgasm with a roaring scream. Gliding toward me, her eyes, blazing in their golden magnificence, devour each and every curve of my naked body, greedily. Her clothes have not yet been removed and it makes her declaration even more sensuous. Her legs are encased in skin-tight, black leather pants. I can clearly see the red lace cups overflowing with her creamy, iridescent breasts through the sheer crimson fabric of her long-sleeved button up top.

  Finally! After what feels like hours even though I know it was only a moment, she raises a hand to my hair and wraps it in her fist. Yanking hard, she pulls my head back, just toeing the line of pain and pleasure, making me groan in breathless anticipation.

  I can feel the full line of her clothed body against the bareness of mine and I can't help but shiver in delight as she licks a line up the column of my neck.

  “I can't get enough of your taste," she purrs. "You are so addicting to me and that's a weakness that I simply cannot afford, but damn me! I would rather pay the price… Pay any price, just to keep you!”

  With no warning, she is on her knees and she spreads my thighs wide with a strong grip and buries her face into my throbbing cunt. She works back and forth against my slit with her wicked tongue and begins to suck lightly at my clit, with every up-stroke. I am filled with a passion that she and only she, ignites in me and I need release.

  "Oh, God, Alex! I'm going to… Oh! Oh, god," I moan in sheer pleasure. My body seizes up as I begin to climax, all of my sensitive nerve endings feel like little lightning strikes rolling through my body, setting me on fire. She rises from the floor like a beautiful goddess of old and I see my juices glossing her lush, coral pink lips as she looks fiercely into my eyes.

  "That little show was just a reminder that this,” she growls, thrusting two fingers into my sopping wet channel, keeping pressure on my clit with her thumb and moving it in steady circles, causing my body to writhe from the frenzy beginning to overtake it again. “Belongs…. to…. me!" she finishes, clamping her teeth around the tender flesh between my neck and my shoulder. She bites down until I feel my skin give way. I howl out at the searing pain from her teeth along with the pleasure her fingers are bringing me, soaking her hand and my thighs. She pulls away, leaving me weak-kneed as I slump in the cuffs, against the rough stone wall.

  "And that is to show them all that you belong to me and me alone," she murmurs. "You will wear my mark and no others. Now… watch me, Felicity."

  I watch mesmerized as Alex lifts her hand which is still covered in my juices, up to her mouth that still drips with my blood. I watch as she sucks at her fingers and then she slowly licks around her lips, savoring my taste. I watch enthralled as she moans and shivers in ecsta
sy from her delight. "Oh, my gods!" my mind sends the thought to my subconscious. Her skin is glowing brighter then I have ever seen - absolutely blinding in her radiance.

  The sound of Alex ripping the clothes off her body is that of a whip being cracked as they drop out of her hands to fall carelessly onto the floor. My body is still languorous from my last release. I try valiantly to refocus on the present. In a flash, she is at the wall, removing the shackles from my rubbed raw wrists and carrying me to that monstrosity of a bed, covered in those luscious silks.

  Alex lays me down and cuddles up next to me and licks at the wound on my neck while idly rolling my nipples between her fingers and squeezing my breasts to send rolling little orgasms through my body. I try to push her hand off me but she resists and keeps her hold.

  ”Alex, please stop! I'm too sensitive. I can’t handle anymore…" My words come out breathy and low, but I know she understands me when she stops. Holding me close, she wraps her entire petite frame around my body. The warmth and scent of her skin is a blanket of comfort to my exhausted mind and body as I slip blissfully into a dreamless sleep.

  ~~~

  I slowly awake from the full-out body exhaustion that Alex inflicted on me earlier in the evening. Alex is still wrapped around my body nearly suffocating me with her grip. I’ve never lingered here for very long once our usual Thursday evening came to an end. I was always greeted by the sound of my alarm in the morning, with my clothes neatly stacked on a chair in the corner. Opening my eyes, I see that her gaze is trained on my face and she is intently studying me. There’s a slight look of guilt on her beautiful face which is amusing and worrisome all at once. I assume that the look is for last night’s actions but what I really fear is that, after everything we went through last night, she is still going to throw away what we could have and I will be left with no clue why.