Insatiable: A Dark Romance

by Loki Renard

  “You know what I mean,” I snort.

  He doesn’t like the idea, but I can already feel that he’s going to say yes.

  “You’re going to need to fuck someone,” I add. “And it better be me.”

  Daniel breaks into a smile, his handsome face lighting up. “Oh, is that right? Am I not the only possessive one here?”

  “Nope,” I say, grabbing his shirt and getting up nose to nose with him. “You can be a big mean fuck monster, but you better be my big mean fuck monster.”

  He lets out a laugh and the tension is broken. “Alright,” he agrees. “You can come. But we need to go now. And you have to pack light. We can’t carry suitcases around. If you have a backpack, it’s only what can fit in it.”

  Just like that, he’s barking orders.

  “You sure you don’t want to go with the military? You sound like a drill sergeant.”

  “I do not,” he smirks, pushing up to his feet and taking me with him. “Get packed. Now.” He swats my ass hard enough to make it sting, and sends me heading for my wardrobe.

  “Can I at least grab a shower first?”

  “Two minutes. Get wet. Get out.”

  “So shower like you fuck me? Got it.”

  I giggle as he growls.

  “You need to take this seriously.”

  I know I should, but it doesn’t really feel real. It feels more like we’re going away for a spontaneous road trip. I can’t wait to be alone with him somewhere remote. I’m picturing a log cabin in the woods, maybe near a lake. I’m thinking of making love by an outdoor fire. I’m imagining the whole world feeling like it’s just the two of us in it.

  I get into the shower and wash the sex off me. The sheer volume of his cum is impressive and seems to be increasing by the day. My inner thighs are smeared in it, my pussy is coated with it. I’m going to have to start shaving myself bare down there just to make clean up a little easier.

  A banging at the door startles me. “Hurry up, Briar!”

  Frowning, I turn off the water. He’s getting very bossy in his old age. Uber dominant. I can still feel the remnants from when he used his belt on my ass. He’s the same Daniel I’ve always known, but there’s more to him.

  “Briar!” He opens the door. “It’s been five minutes. Get your little ass out of there now.”

  I emerge from the shower to find him waiting.

  “I packed for you,” he says, shoving a bag at me. “We have to go.”

  I look in the bag. There’s a few of my bras and underwear, but not the comfortable ones I’d wear on the run. He’s picked the sexiest ones, the laciest ones, the ones I don’t ever actually wear except if I think I’m getting laid. Maybe they’re appropriate. I mean, I’m definitely getting laid on this trip.

  “Let me grab some things.”

  I grab the stuff a man wouldn’t think to grab. Tampons, comfy undies, a tube of concealer, my favorite mascara, a couple extra pairs of shoes…

  “Briar!”

  He’s yelling again. Goddammit.

  “Calm down. I’m coming.”

  “You do realize this isn’t a weekend away,” he growls. “You do realize I’m running for what might be my life, and yours.”

  I take a long look at him, the serious expression transforming his face as he tries to impart the gravity of this situation.

  “You’re right,” I say. “I’m going to need different shoes.”

  * * *

  Daniel

  I want to whip her ass. I will. Later. Right now, I need to get her out of here. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, taking her with me might be the smart move. If she’s gone, they can’t go to her and get information about me. They can’t make her life unpleasant. And, unlike me, she has a car.

  “Come on, girl,” I say. I have my pack in one hand. I bend down and hoist her up over my shoulder. She makes some squeaky noise about needing this, that, or the other thing. We’ve wasted enough time. I hand her bag to her as she dangles over my shoulder, and I grab a set of keys that have been hanging over her kitchen bench for as long as I’ve known her.

  Briarlee squirms and gasps as I haul her out of her apartment, lock the door, and carry her cute little ass down the stairs. I am spooked by the prospect of becoming the property of the military. I am angry that I am being forced to run, after not being told that my research was approximating an already held patent. But having her with me is already calming me. She’s a distraction. A naughty, bratty, fuckable distraction. She’ll soothe me when I need to be soothed.

  We get down to the basement car park. The car used to be her father’s. A canary yellow 1987 Acura Integra. I used to admire that car so much when we were teenagers, though it was already getting old then. Now it sits in the parking spot that came with Briarlee’s apartment looking dated.

  She used to have about 110 horsepower. Who knows how many of those horses have bolted over the decades. It doesn’t really matter. We just need to get on the road.

  “Get in the car,” I say, swinging her down to her feet. She pouts, but does as she’s told. I pop the hood. Check the oil. Check the water. To my surprise it actually has both. The battery is probably dead though. I hope not.

  I get into the car, turn the key. It starts. I can hardly believe it. That battery has to be ten years old at least, but it has enough to get the starter motor going and as the gauges all start registering their various levels, I see we have gas too.

  “You looked after this,” I say.

  “Yeah,” Briarlee says. She’s sitting in the passenger seat. The bags are in the back. So far, so good. I put the car into reverse and swing out of the parking spot. It’s been a while since I’ve driven a car. After the accident, I didn’t like driving much. My hands would get sweaty and shake. My throat would get dry. I’d be so damn nervous I could barely concentrate on the road, let alone the traffic. In the end, I gave up and just used public transport. More environmentally friendly.

  I don’t feel any of the fear now. The wheel beneath my hands connects me to the power of the engine. It’s mine to use as I see fit. I almost don’t feel as though I’m on the run. I feel like I’m driving toward a new future. There’s not much left in the city for me. I’ve done what I needed to do here. I fixed my ills. I got the girl. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to get out now, take to the wilds.

  “Where are we going?”

  “This is a big country,” I say. “We can go anywhere.”

  * * *

  Briarlee

  He flashes me a reckless, devil-may-care smile and I feel a rush of happiness and freedom. We hit the highway and we drive. He has one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my thigh and the world is opening up before us, expanding from the ribbon of tarmac like an endless plain.

  His concern seems to be fading. The purr of the four-cylinder engine isn’t what I’d call powerful, but it’s lively. For these sweet, precious moments, it almost feels like we’re teenagers again. There’s possibility, rebellion, desire, all mixed up together.

  “Do you remember when we ran away together because I was mad at my dad?”

  “Uh huh,” Daniel grins. “I put you on the handlebars of my bike and we went to the woods for an afternoon.”

  “I thought we were going to live there. Until I got hungry,” I laugh. “I was such an idiot.”

  “No, you weren’t,” he says, his tone suddenly serious. “You’ve never been an idiot, Briar.”

  “That night I drank I was.”

  Everything seems to come back to that night. I don’t know if we will ever escape it. That one mistake has sent ripples through my existence, and even though sometimes it feels like things are getting peaceful, another wave comes to tell me that I was wrong.

  “Plenty of teenage girls and guys make that same mistake,” he says. “Most of them don’t define themselves by it forever.”

  “Yeah. Most of them don’t almost kill their best friend in the whole world.”

  “You didn’t do that
.”

  No matter how many times he tells me I didn’t, and no matter how much I intellectually know it was the man coming the other way who hurt us and wounded Daniel so terribly, I can’t stop believing that it’s my fault. The guilt has been a burden for so long it’s just a part of me. I don’t even know what I’d be like without it.

  We fall into silence as the road flashes by. It’s strange to think just how much road there is in this country. It feels like we could drive forever, almost never encountering the same stretch twice.

  “Do you really think the military are going to come for you?”

  “I think my old boss told me they would, and I think I don’t want to be beholden to the military.”

  “Beholden,” I repeat. “That’s a funny word.”

  “Is it?” He flashes me a smile and pats my knee.

  “Beeehoolldeen,” I say, letting it swirl around my mouth.

  “You’re silly,” he smiles.

  “And that’s why you love me.”

  “Mhm. That, among a lot of things.”

  I fall silent. He loves me. I know he does. I’ve always known that he always has. It’s time he heard the words he deserved to hear a very long time ago.

  “Daniel?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you too.”

  His smile is so broad it makes my heart flutter. I can only see the side of his face, because he’s keeping his eyes on the road, but I can sense his joy as I make that admission.

  “I’m sorry I’ve never said it before. I’ve been a selfish, spoiled… I’ve just been awful.”

  “You’ve done your best,” he says.

  “If this is my best, wow. I’d hate to see my worst.”

  “You’re sacrificing your time and your job search to help me out,” he says diplomatically. “You’re doing great.”

  “I’m on the run with a drugged-up ex,” I smirk at him. “We’re going to probably stay at dodgy motels where the doors open right out onto the parking lot and where you have to check the pillows for needles.”

  His lip curls. He doesn’t like that idea.

  We swing into the next town and head for the outdoor store. I don’t ask what we’re doing. To some extent I don’t care. The rules have been broken. The world has been transformed by this exciting new development. All I had planned was spending the rest of the day looking for a job online, coming up with reasons not to apply, and then drafting an email to ask my dad for more money.

  I’m Daddy’s little girl. I’ll never have to want for anything. I’ll never have to amount to anything either. He used to be so proud of me. I don’t think he is anymore. Graduating college was the peak. It’s all been downhill since then. I was supposed to be married by now. I was supposed to have a family. He might have tolerated me becoming a career woman, but I haven’t done that either. I’m a comfy socks and sweatpants woman. Or at least, I was, before Daniel transformed into this creature who ravishes me and possesses me and gives me hope that things can be different. If he can change this much, maybe I can change too.

  “We’ll go camping,” he says as we walk through the store. “Maybe we make that living in the woods thing come true. No need to worry about needles in the bed.”

  “No, just bears,” I say. “Do they have any bear-proof tents here?”

  “I’ll get some bear spray.”

  “I always thought bear spray sounded incredibly silly,” I comment. “I mean, fly spray sure. You can spray away a little fly easy. But bear spray? How big would the can have to be?”

  He shoots me a look. I giggle and he breaks into a smile.

  “You’re still goofy as hell sometimes, Briar,” he smirks as he picks his way through what’s on offer.

  We make our purchases, head out of town, and get on the road toward the mountains. This country is so big, and once you head into the wilds, they feel endless. We pick a spot that seems to be fairly remote on the map and make our way to it.

  There’s a spot to park and to camp. Daniel sets up the tent. I cook noodles over a little gas cooker. This is fun.

  After we eat, he wraps me up in his arms and we sit beneath the stars and it is almost as though I can feel the world turning. It’s so perfectly calm and quiet. The stars gleam in their full glory. You can see some stars in the city, but not thousands upon thousands of them. Not like this great hazy trail across the center of the sky.

  “I need you.”

  He rumbles the words in my ear, and I know they’re true. He doesn’t just want to fuck me. He has to. Without sex, he is wilder than anything lurking out there in the bushes.

  “Then have me…” I whisper back.

  He pulls my leggings down and bares my ass. Easy access.

  If we were in a seedy motel, we’d fuck on the bed. Instead he takes me on the ground. Face down. Ass up. Pussy displayed.

  He pushes inside me and I let out a yowl. His cock is definitely getting bigger. Every time he takes a dose it gets a little thicker and a little longer. It was big to begin with. Now it demands I give him more, stretch wider for him. Now it makes the juices of my pussy slick the head of his cock and I am already at what feels like my capacity as the flare of the head begins to slide inside me, slow and strong, making me accommodate him.

  “It’s so big,” I gasp.

  His response is nothing but a growl. He’s possessed by lust. He has to be inside me, and so my body stretches wider, lets him in, my pussy gets wetter because it has to. He needs to fuck me, and I need to be fucked.

  I am sprawled on the ground, my bare ass raised high into the air as he plunges inside me, fucking me with loving, rough strokes. It feels incredible to be taken this way, by a man who I have always loved, and whose need for me never went away, even when I was so shallow and so stupid as to think I could do better.

  There was never any better. There was only a string of grunting, humping men who used me and threw me away, maybe because they sensed I could never love them. Maybe I even chose men who couldn’t love me. I don’t know, but right now, with my nipples rubbing against the rocky ground through the thin fabric of my top, my pussy stretched wide around his ever growing cock, I am complete.

  Chapter Ten

  Briarlee

  We wake to the dawn breaking over the treetops. There’s food to eat and very little else to do but enjoy each other. A perfect morning.

  “I never saw any of this coming,” I muse over my granola bar.

  He takes his dose. It’s a weird liquid. It shines in a strange way. He takes it like a shot and chases it with some orange juice.

  “How much of that stuff have you got?”

  “Enough,” he says. “We’d synthesized a few courses, hoping to be able to start some human trials.”

  “So you kinda, I mean, stole them from the company?”

  “I guess I did.”

  “And that’s… criminal, right?”

  “I suppose.”

  “So we really are criminals on the lam.”

  “You really like that idea, don’t you,” he smirks at me. “Appeals to your issues with authority.”

  “I don’t have issues with authority.”

  “Yes, you do. You never used to listen to your dad. And you never listen to your bosses either…”

  “I listen to you.”

  “That’s because you know I’ll tear that little ass up if you don’t.”

  He did punish me once. But that was cathartic, and I needed it. What he’s talking about now is something different. I think. I don’t really know.

  “I don’t think that’s it…”

  “If you knew your ass and pussy were on the line at work, you’d behave yourself.”

  I snort and laugh. “That drug makes you a raving misogynist.”

  “No, just telling the truth. It doesn’t matter, because you’re mine. Nobody else is ever going to lay a hand on you.”

  “Is that right.”

  He looks over at me and I see the animal in his eyes. That drug u
nleashes something in him, something primal and sexy and even a little frightening. When he takes a dose, he doesn’t care about how he should behave. He does whatever he wants to.

  “Come over here and get that cunt on my cock.”

  A crude, lewd command, and one I prove him right by obeying.

  Before I know it, I’m being bounced on his dick like a toy. He’s lying back, his hands on my hips, working my pussy up and down the long, hard shaft. I whimper between moans, because he’s been ravaging me for what feels like days. My poor pussy is starting to truly ache, and I’m not sure I can take it anymore.

  “My pussy needs a break.”

  He doesn’t skip a beat. He pulls me off his cock, and drags me up his body until I am sitting on his face. His tongue plunges between my cheeks, finds the tight little bud of my asshole and starts flicking and licking and working his way inside me there. I am held upright, vulnerable and exposed, my pussy aching and empty as he prepares my other hole.

  It takes a long time to get the head of his cock inside me. He has to hold me in place and push slowly until the tight ring of muscle gives way. I wriggle and whimper, making it harder for him, but I want his cock in my ass. I want him to prove to me that he will take me as he pleases, and that I am here for his pleasure. Maybe that’s twisted, but the thought fills me with arousal and a sense of deep contentment that wraps around me even as he patiently guides my misbehaving bottom down on his cock.

  Before he comes, he lifts me off. I am in an erotic haze where I simply accept what he is doing to me, so when he lays me next to the fire, I simply stay there, waiting for the return of his hard, pillaging rod in whichever of my holes he chooses to take.

  * * *

  Daniel

  A vehicle is coming up the trail. Looks like a SUV of some kind. Maybe it’s someone looking for some peace and quiet. I picked this place because it was well off the beaten track. The car barely made it up here. An SUV will have an easier go of it, but still. We’re going to have to move on.

  “Let’s get packed up,” I say. “We’ve got company.”