by Gray, A L
“Are you going to get in with me?” I ask angelic, knowing I want him again.
He smiles and raises his eyebrows.
“Just try and stop me Princess.”
Oh I wouldn't Darks, not even if my life depended on it!
He climbs in beside me, overly eager. “Stay put.” He orders.
“Yes, Sir!” I say jokingly.
I love his controlling nature when he loves me like this.
Once he's comfortable next to me, he tugs on my elbow and pulls me right next to him - I go willingly. He tucks me into his strong arm again. He's sort of leaning on his side so he can look down at me - his raven black just fucked hair is all floppy and melting around his beautiful face. He strokes my hair back out of my eyes while kissing my forehead. Oh I want to kiss his perfect pink lips so badly! I hope he will always be like this, I don’t want Bastard Elijah back, ever! You got that right!
“What time is it?” I whisper while peering up at him.
“It is around four or five in the evening. We will have dinner soon but I want you to rest. How are you feeling, Anile?”
Holy shit, I thought it was morning! I gently slide my hand down my body and between my legs; I notice I feel really, really sore.
“Um, I’m okay.” I say but I don’t convince him.
“If you are not honest with me I will just examine you myself.” He says. His eyebrows are raised higher than usual; his face is passive - he's enjoying this!
Holy shit! Answer him now before Dr. H. H. Holmes starts his medical procedure!
He unexpectedly grabs my hair with his hand that is tucked beneath me. He twirls my golden locks around his tight grip. He tugs a little, forcing my chin into the air and restrains me with ease. He slowly starts to edge his head down my body, gently moving the duvet off of me so he can inspect me.
His grip on my hair hurts a little but it's nothing I cannot handle - I now have experience! I grit my teeth while trying not to smile - I'm enjoying this as much as you are Darks! I snake my hand to the back of his head and grasp a huge handful of his raven hair. I pull hard to insure I have a grip on him. His head stills; he looks up at me with wild eyes.
"Getting vicious are we?" He whispers.
"I learnt from the best." I joke.
"Yes you did, Princess." He shakes his head while smiling to himself. He peers up at me with intense blue eyes. "Tell me how you are before I force your body open and restrain you. Once every limb you possess is tied to my four posts, I will be able to examine you with ease."
“I’m sore.” I say instantly, knowing I cannot bear the thought of him looking at my sore sex! - not in the daylight!
He smiles deviant - I know he was hoping I wouldn’t give in.
“You really are such a possessive creature, aren’t you, Elijah?”
“Only with what is mine Princess, and now I am the only man that has had you, I guess now, you are truly mine.”
I release his hair because his words cause me to think in a daze – being solely Elijah Darks’, hmmm, that’s erotic.
“Yeah, I guess there is some truth to that.” I say stimulated.
“Not some, all truth. You are now my girl.”
He releases my hair and slides his hand across the back of my neck. He snakes his hand around the side of my face and gently runs his fingers down my cheek. His touch is everything, hypnotic and majestic and euphoric. It sends a familiar vibe to course throughout my body - from my cheek, all the way down to my groin. I tighten my legs while I smile against his hard chest knowing I love that I’m his girl.
“I need the bathroom, Princess.” He says.
He slides away from me but I try to rest all my body weight on his arm - it's no use, he's much, much stronger than I am. Once he's out of bed he leans over me and playfully pinches my chin.
"You are so beautiful." He whispers.
He's still perfectly naked; he really does have a body that has been carved by the Olympian Gods - a perfect chiselled tummy with just enough muscle to get you going mentally.
I reach out after him as he edges away - I never want him to leave!
"I will not be a minute." He chuckles while peering back at me.
I *sigh*, knowing I'm blissfully happy. I lay flat, intoxicated and rouse – again! I delightfully recall my first sexual experience and more happiness infects my system. I am so glad losing my virginity was loving and meaningful, and I thank God for the fact that I was not treated like a piece of meat.
I sit up while trying to bring myself back to reality. I cannot actually be this happy – this is not normal, something bad will happen soon, I know it! I rub my sleepy eyes; yes, that feels good. They are itchy but it feels almost sexual massaging them with my fingers. Once I release my eyes, I notice a brown envelope lying on the floor just underneath Elijah's bedside cabinet. I gaze further and notice my name and address is written on the front in dark black marker pen.
“What the hell?”
I quickly rush to see what it is. I pick it up in anticipation but instantly wish I didn't. My entire face drops with my sudden delirium, and my tummy sinks to the deepest depths of the ocean – even Pandora would have second questioned this! I spot small specks of blood on the envelope. Where the hell did he get this when it’s addressed to me?
Rip it open, now!
I don’t give myself a chance to talk myself out of this, I rip the top open with animalistic hands. I pour the contents out onto the floor - I don’t want to put it on his bed, especially if the red specs are definitely blood. My brain crashes as I mentally register all the photos. Koalemos, what an idiot! I shake my head while peering down at the pictures. The first photo is of me when I was around fifteen, the rest are of me as I grew older, year after year. This is fucked up, why does he have these? Behind all the photos are documents containing my life’s fucking history! Dance tournaments, exam results, my driving test results; my mother’s life and my father's life to!
“Holy shit!” I mutter while reading the documents.
...
To Elijah Darks.
Dated: 08/04/2004
As you have requested Mr. Darks, here is all the information regarding Anile Gooden and her family. The photos were stolen so please keep this safe and out of harm's way.
Gathered Information on Anile Gooden and Family Members
Job
Health
Criminal Convictions
Qualifications
Hobbies
Sincerely,
Aksham
Mr. Aksham
...
Miss Anile Gooden
- Skills and/or employment
Currently in school
- Family
Mother - Fraya, living / Father - Deuce, living
No brothers or sisters
- Criminal convictions
None
- Illness's
None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
- Hobbies
Dancing - award winner
Pianist - award winner
Polo
English literature - award winner
Journaling
Mr. Deuce Gooden - Anile's father
- Skills and/or employment
85% pass rate criminal Lawyer in Kent, England, for the past 30 years
- Family
Mother and Father deceased
No brothers or sisters
One living child - Anile Gooden
Married for 18 years to Anile's mother
- Criminal convictions
None
- Illness's
None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
- Hobbies
Golf
Shooting trips
Mrs. Fraya Gooden - Anile's mother
- Skills and/or employment
Unemployed
No history of employment
- Family
Mother and father deceased
No br
others or sisters
One living child - Anile Gooden
Married for 18 years to Anile's father
- Criminal convictions
No criminal convictions but has previously tried to press charges against a Mr. Jack De Sniper for suspected rape against herself
- Illness's
Schizophrenia
Previously suffered a mental breakdown
Currently residing at the Bethlehem Royal Hospital
- Hobbies
Pianist
Painter
Polo
...
To Elijah Darks.
Dated: 28/02/2012
As you have requested, here is an update regarding Miss Anile Gooden.
Gathered Information on Anile Gooden
Address and Contact information
Job
Health
Qualifications
Hobbies
Relationship Status
Criminal Convictions
Sincerely,
Aksham
Mr. Aksham
Miss Anile Gooden
- Address and contact information
Whitehouse Apartments, 9 Belvedere Road, London, SE1
07777744437
[email protected]
- Skills and/or employment
Non Masters Lawyer, complete pass
Recently graduated university from the University of Cambridge, class of 2012
Currently unemployed
Holds a full UK drivers licence but does not have a registered car
- Family
Mother - Fraya, living / Father - Deuce, living
- Criminal convictions
None
- Illness's
None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
- Relationships
Currently single and living alone
- Hobbies
Swimming
Pianist - award winner
Reading
Law investigation practice
...
Elijah stops me from reading; he quickly snatches the papers from my hands.
“What the fuck is this?” I scream, “have you been stalking me since I was fourteen?”
“Anile, please, let me explain.” He begs.
He looks panicked; his eyes are wide and watery; his lips are pressed into a hard line. He's clutching at the papers with more means than necessary.
"Give them back to me."
"I cannot do that, Anile."
I get to my feet so quick I feel my head spin. I shake my head to gather myself.
"Are you okay?" He asks worried; his frown is deep.
"Give them to me, now!" I shout.
"No, I cannot do that, I'm sorry."
I try to jump for the papers but he quickly raises them above his head. I grab his arm and try to pull it down but it really is no use. I give up and narrow my eyes at him.
"Who stole my photos? Who went into my parent's house with an agenda?"
"Anile, you have to let me explain." He says slowly.
"I want to know who?"
"I cannot tell you, it's an offense and I cannot let someone else take the fall for my obsession."
My tummy folds over - his obsession? Does he mean me?
“Get some clothes on Elijah and tell me what the hell is going on!” I order with a firm pointing finger.
Elijah leaves the room quicker than lightning with his clothes in hand. I sit on the bed and rub my head hoping it will make me feel… somewhat better – it doesn’t! Why, oh, why does this have to happen now? Once I have given myself to him – and I was so damn happy! Fuck! This isn’t happening, this has to be a bad dream and I just need to wake up! Jesus, do I really want to know why he has watched me for so many years? No.. yes, no, yes! I fight with myself, debating on whether to stay and listen to him or leave. I cannot take this - I need my mother.
I lay back and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I cup my face. Tears lightly make their way down my cheeks.
“Oh no.” I sob. My chest heavies and my breathing becomes uneven.
Elijah comes back into his room. He stops in front of me for a few seconds. He’s dressed in black jogging bottoms that hang from his hips, and a white V-neck T-shirt that's tight on his chest. His beautiful feet are still naked. He sits next to me, slowly lowering himself onto his bed. He thrashes his hands through his long black locks - he looks really, really worried.
I turn on my side and peer up at him. He has worryingly stressful eyes. I sit up and pull the duvet over my naked body. I gaze impassively, awaiting his explanation.
“Well?” I snap.
“Anile, you have to promise me you will not leave me.”
“No, I won't do that. Just tell me Elijah, tell me what's been going on!”
“Even if you do try to leave," he lowers his head in shame, "I cannot let you go, you mean too much to me.”
He takes both my hands in his, urging me to release the duvet. He starts nervously stroking my knuckles. I feel his pain, his gut wrenching torturous pain. I want to stay angry, I desperately try to stay angry, but I cannot. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? It’s his Darks flu, it makes me feel off balance, it makes me do things I would not normally do! Damn him!
“Is this why you are so in tune with me and care for me; because you have been obsessing over me for all this time?”
He sighs long and steely; his grip on my hands tightens; his fingers tremble against mine.
"Anile, Princess, I hope you are ready for this. I have tried so hard to keep it from you; I am so, so sorry." He whispers in a broken voice.
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