10 Commandments

by Dark Angel

  I am absolutely enraptured by this man. He's a good person in the most twisted way and he fights for me like no one else ever has or would. It makes me fall deeper in love with him.

  I have one question to ask him though. "You said you would never hurt me even if I betray you but how could that be when you're out for vengeance? What if I really hurt you? What if I turned you in or cheated on you?"

  His words are secure, "Not you Carrie. Not you. You could even kill me and I wouldn't fight back. I love you like you are a piece of my soul. I would never hurt you no matter how bad things got. There's nothing you could do to make me think otherwise. I promise."

  I am moved to tears in knowing that I am the one and only person who could ever fight back or hurt him or hurt somebody else and he would still be with me, fighting my cause. It's fucking romantic and I finally feel treasured and secure in my future. I finally feel happy about my future and as though there is actually something to live for...him.

  "I want you to show me," I tell him. "Show me how it's done."

  Jeremy

  I am surprised by Carrie's revelation at breakfast that she'd like to be a killer too. It is unthought of really because I never considered she’d actually do it. I had secretly been seeing her change before my eyes as I hoped she would. I considered that maybe she'd accompany me on my murderous rounds, or at least support me from a distance, or turn a blind eye, but instead, she has defied all my expectations. She has decided to come into the notion fully and she is determined to more than accompany me, but to be my partner in crime. It is my truest desire, to have someone to share this strange, twisted life with. I dared not to even hope that somebody like Carrie was out there, a person for me, someone who would understand all that I have gone through. I dared not hope for such a dream to come true, but in my heart, I always had an inkling that this dream would come to fruition. It felt like a part of my soul was out there, disconnected from me and that we just had to rejoin in order to feel whole again. Well, I feel whole with her. She is my everything, my diamond, my inspiration. When I'm not with her I'm wondering about what she's doing, seeing, and thinking. To my total surprise and shock, she is more than just this innocent girl that I seek to have control of, she is an absolute vision, awakening to her power so grandly. I couldn't be more proud and so I'm happy to grant Carrie's request. I'm glad she's taken a true interest in what I do, and in what drives me forward.

  I'm leading her by the hand now down the long hallway of my palace. There are old paintings of my family dynasty and I can see her eyeing them cautiously. That's the thing with her, she has blossomed from an innocent ingénue into a powerful woman who no longer takes things at face value. She is looking for the darker meanings, the subtle undertones of truth in every situation. I lead her, my diamond, through the hall and into my study, the library lined with books. Of course, I have a secret door here, what billionaire doesn't? But the question is where to find it.

  "Do you know where the mystery lies, my love? The secret to my dungeon of pleasure?"

  "Um, in a book? A button under the desk?"

  "Too obvious." I pull the marble head of an ancient Grecian statue back and the books slide away in the corner to reveal my passage. It is truly where all my secrets are. I've never shown it to anyone, I never expected to. But with Carrie here I am revealing my all to her.

  "This place is where all the evidence lies. With one look you could convict me of everything I've ever done and seal my fate forever. I'm trusting you to have me, to join me, or to ruin me. The choice is yours."

  We walk into the entrance and she sees every weapon that lies therein carefully placed on tables and along the wall.

  "Have your pick," I say, gesturing to the room.

  My love takes her time, pondering each weapon of choice, mostly knifes, but some other things as well.

  "Crossbow?" She questions me.

  "You never know." I wink at her.

  She finally chooses an exquisite dagger. It's the William Henry Monarch Lapis.

  "This," I say carefully taking it off the shelf and placing it in her hands. "Is essentially an exquisite piece and I can see why you chose it."

  She turns it over in her hands.

  "Gently," I say, helping her to achieve the proper grip. "It is inlaid with lapis lazuli and blue gemstones, as you see. Quite stunning. And the blade is hand forged. It's the perfect weapon to conceal, and its beauty goes unmatched."

  "It's beautiful," she says as entranced with its beauty as I am with her.

  "The knife," I continue. "Is my weapon of choice...because it's so intimate."

  I take it from her hands and carefully give her a lesson on anatomy. I glide the blade over her skin ever so gently and she is as unmoving as stone. I trace it along her collarbone.

  "This is a good line to cut if you want to draw blood, but not kill." I move it down her sternum and her belly inhales sharply as the knife quietly traces her skin. Her inhale has aroused my erection. I take her hand and place it on my manhood. "Do you see why it gets me so hard?"

  She nods, a slight wetness is upon her lips as she has very quickly licked them a little. I want to bite at them but I hold back. Her red-stained lips are the color of blood and it gets my juices going.

  "The sternum," I continue. "Is an area of contrast where you can navigate safely through without killing, but you have to be careful."

  I twist the knife as softly as a butterfly's wings on her skin. "One slip of the hand can be deadly."

  My face is close to hers, so close that I can smell her longing for me and I'm so pleased she's enjoying the presentation.

  "The limbs are okay but you have to steer clear of all the arteries and you might want to check out a medical book for that. And, the heart, well the heart is a fast but shockingly painful way to go. So, you can always choose that."

  I point the knife at her heart, her beautiful heart that I have at last captured. I flip the blade around so that it's pointing at me and I hand it to her.

  "Now show me," I say anticipating her turn with the blade.

  She adeptly traces all the areas I have shown her. She's quick with it and surprisingly comfortable. She outlines my body.

  "Avoid the arteries, the heart for a heavy kill, and there's one thing you forgot…the throat of course." And she slides the blade in one quick sweeping motion across my throat.

  "So fast!" I am proud of her.

  I hold my hand out to take the blade back. "There's one more thing that you can learn."

  I hold the knife, feeling the cool gemstones between my fingers and I begin to cut away at her…clothes. The metal slices through her dress. I take it off in pieces to reveal nothing but the beautiful lingerie I had prepared for her in her closet. Slowly, bit by bit, I tear her clothes off with the weapon she has chosen and soon she's totally bare and my cock rises firmly against my pants. This is gonna be fun. The most fun we've had yet.

  Carrie

  Jeremy slides the blade of the knife over the swell of my breasts, and my breathing is getting ragged. My eyes follow him; the hilt of the knife looks so amazing in his hand. I move closer to him as he cuts the fabric of my bra, the sound of it being sliced like butter making me gasp as my it falls to the floor. My gaze goes to the fabric lying there in a heap and then back up to meet Jeremy’s. Our eyes lock on each other and I move my hand, covering his. Together, we move the knife down over my navel. I lick my lips as I start to get all worked up. Jeremy smiles at me, and it makes my clit twitch just looking at him. He pulls me in closer, his hand on the small of my back. The knife is sandwiched in between our bodies now. He covers my mouth with his. His lips are so soft that I can’t resist and I bite down on his lower lip and pull it into my mouth, sucking his lower lip and tasting our lust and the faintest taste of his blood in me. My tongue gets pushed to the side as Jeremy invades my mouth and takes over my kiss. I melt into his mouth and let his lust take over my own. I hear the knife fall to the floor next to the bed and I think about how
much I want to shove him on the bed and ride his cock. Right now, Jeremy is taking charge…but my time is coming, too. I’m not suffering.

  His hand moves down to my ass, and gripping it he pulls me even closer to him. I go up on the tips of my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I start to claw at his back, moving my nails over his bare skin. The groan that escapes his throat gets stuck between our mouths. His hands move, taking hold of the fabric of my panties on each side of my hips and ripping them from my body. The sound of the fabric ripping seems to echo loudly even though it is only in my head because the passion between us compounds every sensation.

  My nipples are rock hard as they press into his chiseled, eight-pack torso. Jeremy moves his hands over my thighs and I spread them, angling my pussy toward him and begging for his touch. Playing right inside of my pussy lips, he rubs his fingers across my clit. It flutters hard and my tongue pushes back into Jeremy's mouth, desperate to cling to him as the lust overtakes us both.

  His fingers finally dip inside my pussy, and he crooks them to stroke my G-spot. He pulls them out and presses them into my mouth, letting me taste my pussy's wetness on his fingers. My juice tastes so good on his fingers, I am lost in a moment of pure erotic bliss when I feel the head of his massive shaft pressing against my pussy lips. Jeremy shifts it the side so it is stroking my thigh, but his fingers pop out of my mouth and I want his cock there.

  I open my mouth and before I know it Jeremy has my hair wrapped around his fist yanking on it. His hand hits the back of my head forcing his entire shaft down my throat. His hips move with a lustful desire as he fucks my face. I place my hands on his thighs to brace myself as I try to match his rhythm.

  Jeremy pulls me up by my arms, lifting me up into the air. We spin around until I feel the wall on my back; it has a cool feeling to it that makes me shudder. The head of his shaft thrusts deep inside my pussy and as he speeds up his hips, I throw my back against the wall making sure I am flush with it as I start to move my hips to match his motions. His lips fall on my neck, burying them on my skin. I can’t help but be excited as he starts to bite down on it, all I can see is the back of my eyelids- right now I am on cloud nine. My breathing is ragged as I keep squeezing my pussy around his cock. I know he is close to giving me that glorious explosion of his cum that my body aches to have. A deep groan escapes his body, and as he throws his back I know he is ready, my body shakes with him as he shoots his load deep inside my pussy.

  I keep riding his shaft hard and fast, feeling his load starting to spill free from my hole and running down my leg because he’s just coming so much. My own orgasm erupts and I feel my pussy juices squirt out so hard that the top of my head feels like it is going to burst.

  Jeremy pulls his cock free and drops down, burying his mouth on my shaking pussy, sucking up all our cum and making me moan not just because of the sensation but because of the filthiness of what he’s doing. Jeremy has a raw sexuality that is so unbridled when we are together that it makes me feel free.

  I look at him, and I know my eyes are blazing with my lust. I grab him and pull him towards the bed

  “Fuck, I can never have enough of you,” Jeremy says, his lips glistening from our cum. Leaning in, he kisses me and the scent of my pussy and Jeremy’s cum floods my senses; that’s enough to wake up that wild and unpredictable side of me and my own unbridled lust is free to be explored.

  “And I can never get enough of you fucking me,” I tell him, and I mean every word. My hands grab him and I push him back down. I can’t resist or wait for his move or any of that…I need him so much that I just let myself follow primal instinct. So I jump on top of him and, straddling him, grab his cock and point it upward. I brush its tip against my pussy lips, moving his cock up and down the length of my pussy, and then I just ease myself down in one sudden movement.

  I throw my head back and scream as I feel his thickness pushing its way past my wet folds, and then straining against my inner walls as it goes deep inside of me.

  Sucking in a breath, I hold my position as my insides grow accustomed to having him inside of me, and then I start rocking my hips. I start slow, but it doesn't take long for me to build a rhythm.

  I close my eyes as Jeremy reaches for my tits, squeezing them hard, and I start to go even faster. Then, when he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, I just stop moving completely and my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice.

  “Fuck,” I moan, the pain traveling from my nipples to my brain and stabbing it over and over again. Unable to keep still any longer, I start moving again, my pussy still tight around his cock. He simply lets me do it, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into sweet despair.

  When he finally releases my nipples, I’m already taken over by my lust and I’m not to be tamed. I bend over and, still rocking my hips as fast as I can, I start clawing at his chest, red lines showing on his skin wherever my fingernails go through.

  I go from rocking my hips in that coming and going motion to simply jumping up and down; going from my knees to my feet, I squat over his cock and impale myself on his huge cock over and over again.

  Jeremy thrusts suddenly, raising his hips and driving his cock so deep inside of me that it’s a miracle he hasn’t split me in two. I scream as I come, ecstasy rippling through me and lighting my whole body on fire.

  My tongue slides along his as our bodies press back together, my pussy aching for him. With his hands on my hips, he lifts me up so that the head of his manhood is lined with my opening, before sliding me onto his hard shaft. A slow moan escapes me, and my hips begin to wave, as Jeremy looks at me with that in awe look that I now know to be love.

  Our bodies move slowly together, as he slides and sits up so that his hand is cradling my neck, guiding me on and off of his length.

  “Just like that, my sweet Carrie,” he growls. “Fuck me nice and slow with that perfect, tight pussy.”

  I do as he instructs and continue to lift my body, waving my hips, and lowering onto him, feeling my pussy surrounding his perfect cock as it fills me up. Jeremy cups my breasts, massaging me while lifting his hips to press further inside of me, and my lower lip quivers at the feeling of him touching me so perfectly. Just the sensation of his hands on me makes me shiver. “Yes! Oh, Jeremy, fuck,” I moan, my next orgasm already brewing deep within me. “Just you touching me makes me want me to come,” I whimper in a breathy voice, lust coursing through me.

  “That’s because your body is mine,” Jeremy says, gripping my hips to guide me, and move my body to and away from him in a rhythmic way. He fucks me perfectly, every stroke of his cock inside of me so much better than the last. I ride the cresting waves of ecstasy as high as they’ll take me.

  With my knees pushing me up, as my hips grind and roll before lowering onto his cock and taking him deep inside of me, I moan at the sensation of him stretching and filling me so completely.

  I can see the lust on his gorgeous face as his eyes darken, hooded by lust. The sensations flow through my body as I grip onto his shoulders for leverage, helping me power on when my legs have started to quiver and I could almost collapse right now. “Fuck, you’re so deep, Jeremy,” I whine, my pussy clenching around his hardness, begging for him to fuck me more.

  Sitting up, he holds me in his arms, pulling me against his chest as he pumps me hard, his cock ramming so deep in me that I know I can’t hold off from the intense pleasure any more.

  “Jeremy” I yell, my orgasm building with every movement.

  “Fuck, Carrie, I love when you milk my cock, baby,” he groans, and I feel his enormous cock get somehow even harder as he pumps into me, shooting hot jets of cum inside me. He spills into me and I clench around him, my pussy gushing my own arousal around him.

  He flips me over, my stomach to the bed we’re on now and I catch a quick glimpse of the knife and think about the foreplay that led us to this moment of pure bliss…and it just keeps getting better. He slams his cock into my pussy, making my ass push up
to meet his cock. I push back against him so that Jeremy’s cock is pushing so deep into my pussy that I’m crying out with need.

  I love when he fucks me deep like this. It is like our bodies are fighting to feel each other in every moment, and while he’s still rock hard and filling my pussy up with his cum, I’m shuddering around him and taking every inch of him as deep as I can. I never want this to stop, and I don’t know when one orgasm turns into another one.

  His hands stroke up and down my back, grip my ass, curl around my neck, claiming every inch of me in perfect passion because he just can’t keep his hands off me. I’m squeezing the sheets on the bed as hard as I can because I need to be able to grip something.

  I start rolling my hips up harder, slamming myself into him, until Jeremy finally grips my hips and digs his fingers into me, holding me tight as he slams into me with an almost inhuman speed. In moments like this we are both fighting to show the other just how much we need them, and nobody exactly loses, either. His cock strokes every sensitive spot inside me and drives my pleasure higher and higher.

  Just before another orgasm overtakes me, Jeremy pulls his cock from my pussy and slides the dripping shaft down my pussy lips before claiming my ass. I push my ass up in the air and get my knees up, making the angle he penetrates me all that much more perfect. His cock slides into my ass, and I take every inch of him, desperate for release the second he’s inside me. Jeremy’s fingers capture my clit and start working tantalizing slow circles that steal my breath away.

  “You’re…teasing…me,” I manage to whimper out.

  “You can come, can’t you, Carrie?” Jeremy says with more than a hint of amusement in his tone. He knows that despite the incredible pleasure he’s tearing from my body right now, it is just right on the edge of me being able to come.