Desires of the Flesh

by S. L. Carpenter

  DESIRES OF THE FLESH

  S.L. Carpenter

  Copyright © S.L. Carpenter, 2017

  Cover Art © 2017, S.L. Carpenter for

  P and N Graphics, LLC

  Acknowledgements

  This character started as a game I played to bring out my darker side in my writing. The book is for all of you hiding that part of yourself. We need to set ourselves free.

  Special thanks to that special person who always pushes me to be myself and let loose.

  Thanks, Partner.

  Chapter One

  Claudia

  You can’t hide, Claudia. I will always find you.

  Claudia ignored the dark whisper at the back of her mind and laughed as she sat with her friends at the nightclub. The place was bouncing and vividly alive, echoing with its own heartbeat, filling everyone with its pulse.

  But his words still echoed in her mind.

  In her own way, Claudia had become alive lately. Her personality had been awoken by an experience she had kept secret. Her girlfriends noticed her newfound zest for life and now wanted to include her in their activities, instead of shunning her as a solitary soul with nothing to offer.

  It had all changed the night she met him.

  “I need another drink. Be right back.” Claudia walked toward the bar and ordered an apple martini. She looked idly around as she waited, noticing an attractive man looking her way. Her façade of shyness peeled away and the flirtatious inner slut took over. With one slight twist of her lips she caught his attention. She also noticed him signaling to the bartender that he was buying her drink.

  Then he picked up his glass and held it high as if to toast her. She responded and smiled.

  She was cookin’.

  She sipped, not wanting to seem too eager. Her eyes scanned the club and froze as her gaze clashed with a reddened, glowing stare.

  “Oh fuck.” She spun around, tense and suddenly terrified. Her thoughts whirled as someone pried open her subconscious mind.

  He was there.

  Sitting in the corner. His gaze sliced through the smoky air, glaring straight into her soul.

  She felt the instant wetness between her legs. This man made her lose control with a simple look.

  Claudia had her share of worthless relationships. Men would come and go, usually before she did. But this man…he was different.

  She covered her eyes with her hand for a moment, and shivered as a cocoon of warmth enveloped her. He was invading her mind again. She was helpless to stop him—his voice sounded silently within her brain.

  She heard him as if he were standing right beside her. I told you that after you let me in, your soul belongs to me.

  “Don’t… I said no.” Her eyes closed tighter as she whispered aloud, but the voice continued to beckon her to his needs. Carnal needs. Sexual urges with boundless pleasure.

  Her long hair fell around her face as she bent her head downward, unable to avoid the source of this dark craving.

  A tumbling wave of sensation caressed her spine, quickly followed by a chill that made her moan. She grabbed the bar and gasped, feeling a hot clamp on her wet pussy. Like the strong hand of a man clasping her body, it made her shudder and wove fear into her heart.

  “Stop doing this.” She was still answering the voice in her head. “No, no, no. I can’t again. Not here, not now,” she answered him, speaking aloud.

  Clutching the long, thick wooden edge of the bar, Claudia felt her cheeks flush as her body burned with arousal. She begged him, “I can’t do this. Stop, stop.” Her eyes glazed with passion and her breath quickened.

  “You gave it to me. I just…” Crossing her legs, she leaned over, bending at the waist.

  Losing her grip on reality, she turned toward the man at the table, long strands of her hair falling down the lines of her face. She saw him sitting alone. An aura of heat surrounded him.

  His table was small, holding half a bottle of rum and a shot glass. Beautiful women walked by and sighed, captured by his masculine vibrations. But his eyes were fixed on Claudia. She knew why but didn’t care. Inside she was salivating at the thought of him, her sex drooling and eager to feel him again.

  He sat motionless. But that glare.

  The wicked, tantalizing, powerful stare cut to the bone and made her blood boil with a lustful heat. He understood her—and fulfilled her every need.

  The mystery of him was what had attracted her at the beginning. That, and the first time she saw the flicker of light on that large, golden medallion he had hanging around his neck. He wasn’t wearing it now because she had taken the medallion and hidden it so he would belong to only her.

  “Get your fucking fingers out of me. Oh fuck, oh, oh fuck.” She muttered the words, mumbling beneath her breath, fighting the scream that choked her.

  The other customers at the bar glanced at her and laughed at how she seemed so out of it. Except for one guy—the one who bought her the drink.

  “You okay? I’m Joe. I bought you the drink.” He stared as she held one hand on the bar and the other pressed at her pelvis. “Shit, you seem pretty fuckin’ hot.”

  “Get me out of here. He’s going to take me again. I can’t handle him tonight.” Claudia was breathless and desperate.

  Jackpot. Joe’s face made his thoughts clear. He figured he had found a sure thing for the night. “Well, baby, my place is really close by. We can—”

  “She’s mine.” The deep voice was just above a whisper and sent a wave of pleasure through Claudia.

  “Hey, asshole, I got first dibs.” As Joe turned, all he saw was shoulders and a neck like a tree. Long black hair hung loose and shadowed the face above it. Joe stepped back with an audible gulp, and the huge, dark man glared at him, his eyes revealing a strange flash of red.

  “Well, uh…have fun…” Joe fled.

  Claudia fell into the man’s arms and her nails tore at his shoulder. “Damn you, fucking damn you. How did you find me?” She was limp and weak as he walked her firmly away from the bar.

  Stopping for a moment, the he pulled her closer, bringing her mouth to his.

  She stifled back a moan when their lips met. His tongue slid into her mouth and the heat from his kiss melted her heart. She shivered as her pussy became engorged with wetness. He had her again.

  “No, no, I’m so sore from last night—I can’t.” Claudia’s words fell on deaf ears. She knew she had taken something from him and there would be a price to pay.

  He led her by the arm toward the restrooms. She was a kept woman, chained to his demands. With an abrupt push, he swung the VIP-only door open. A woman stood inside, obviously shocked at the sight of a massively muscular male specimen filling the opening. Her eyes seemed to be dragging his image into her mind. Every inch of him. Every single inch. She blinked in disbelief as she looked down at the leather pants clearly outlining his cock.

  He held Claudia firmly with his right hand. Bending closer to the woman, he brushed his nose against hers, letting his black hair flow against her face. Parting his lips, he kissed her neck between her jaw and her earlobe. She stood motionless.

  Then, with a shudder, the woman closed her eyes, her face heating with a soft and surprising sensuality.

  Claudia watched as he whispered something to her, lips barely moving. His words weren’t spoken aloud but she knew the woman would hear them.

  He traced the back of the woman’s ear with the tip of his tongue and pulled away.

  The woman sighed and smiled. “Nobody enters.” She licked her lips and looked back up into his eyes. The rush of pleasure flowing through her body was almost visible on her skin. She shivered and began to giggle.

  With a tug, he pulled Claudia behind him through the door and let
it swing shut.

  ~~~*~~~

  Claudia’s face pressed against the cold marble of the counter. It clouded with every whoosh of her breath.

  Each jarring thrust into her hot, swollen folds sent her closer to the eventual edge of her reality. She whimpered from the invasive nature of this primal claiming. There was no love here, just pure sex. Total domination and the surrender of her mind to her body’s needs. He grabbed her hips and each time he plunged into her he grunted.

  Her breasts crashed against the countertop of the sink. All she could do was hang on as her legs buckled, trying in vain to hold the weight of her body.

  He reached over and turned the faucet on, splashing water onto Claudia’s back and shirt. He pulled the wet fabric up and raked his fingers down her back to her waist. The water soothed the fire from his hands as they stretched and grazed her tender flesh.

  “Turn around. I want to see your face when I fuck you.” His words cut to her soul. There was nothing except the blunt honesty of his intentions. He pulled his cock out, freeing her.

  Claudia struggled to turn. She ended up on the cold, wet counter in the bathroom, her back against the mirror. “Why are you doing this to me again?”

  He pulled his belt free of the tight leather pants that hung open then grabbed her by the wrists. His thick arousal glistened with her juices. He began to wrap her hands together and with a hard pull, he bound her wrists tightly with the belt.

  “You know why. You want me to. You always want me to. That’s why you held me captive and a slave to your darkest, kinkiest wants.” Again he spoke the truth.

  Claudia gasped as he pulled her bound hands high and tied the other end of the binding to the light fixture. Her body was now exposed, wantonly defenseless.

  “You took the medallion from me. We had an agreement. I gave it to you until it was time for me to go. We talked about my leaving last night then you hid it from me. It belongs to me and I want it back.” His words were sharp, crystal clear. This was the price she would pay.

  With her arms stretched skyward, she realized her breasts were an invitation to his hands. He kneaded her full globes of flesh through her blouse. The nipples were erect and sensitive to the thumbs toying with them. “You knew who I was when you dreamed, when you called me to come to you.”

  She opened her legs wider and struggled to move her torso to meet his. The memories of her fantasies only deepened her need to feel him.

  With a low growl, he grasped at Claudia’s shirt and ripped it open. The buttons fell across the counter and her heart raced with her quick breaths, terrified and excited.

  He reached down and grabbed his cock, still swollen and slick. Teasing her, he tapped the wide head against the wet folds of her pussy. He pressed the end to the pink opening of her sex, letting it spread her inner lips apart.

  Claudia groaned, wanting to feel it inside her again. She tried to move lower but couldn’t. Her bindings were stretched and making her arms hurt.

  She looked up at his face. That dark, beautifully handsome face.

  He stared at her body like an animal about to devour its prey.

  “What? Just tell me. What the fuck are you planning to do to me?” She was becoming desperate.

  Looking up at Claudia’s face through the dark strands of his hair, he said, “I told you. Since you took something sacred from me, I will take all of you as my captive. You will be mine.” He licked his lips with his long, thick tongue and gazed back down upon Claudia’s bare pussy.

  “I could fuck you every night and never grow weary of you.”

  Leaning forward, he kissed Claudia’s mouth. It was a surprising kiss, soft and gentle.

  She kissed him back, accepting his tongue into her mouth. The sweet, hot taste of him was like a drug she had become addicted to. As his tongue entered her mouth, his cock began to enter her wet pussy.

  This was nothing like what she’d expected from him. She couldn’t hold him because she was bound but her entire body felt encased by his kiss. His hands pulled upward along her sides until he cupped her breasts in his palms. This was a sensual possession instead of the ferocious domination she had become accustomed to and expected. His huge cock kept sinking deeper and deeper, each inch filling her to the point of explosion.

  Her wrists ached from his weight leaning onto her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him bury his cock even further, until his pelvis hit her body.

  A cold brush of air surrounded the two of them.

  Pulling back, he stared at Claudia and she saw his eyes redden like the lava of a volcano. “I just want the medallion back. It’s all I have left to remember who I am. It calls to me and I could just take it, but I want you to give it back willingly. You understood that our time together was purely physical. This is who I am.”

  The swirl of coldness encased both Claudia and the man. As he began to pull his cock from its depth inside her, Claudia felt her body convulsing in orgasmic waves. Over and over she came. Her body started to thrash and her head fell backward, hanging loosely. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure and overcome with her body’s loss of energy.

  “I just couldn’t bear sharing you. You belong to me and made me see the woman I could be. I couldn’t bear giving you away to another.” She began to cry as a myriad of emotions—both sadness and pleasure— swelled within her. “Nobody knows about you or the medallion. It’s in my purse. Nobody knows…nobody except Alyson.”

  “I’ve never lied to you, Claudia. Are you telling me the truth?” His tone rang deep and rough.

  As he pulled away from her heat even more, the cold swirl built into a small tornado. Looking between them, she saw his cock thicken and throb as it withdrew. Each inch he pulled back, she fought him, fought with the walls of her inner sheath, gripping him, not wanting to let him go.

  “Yes. I know you’re here because I asked you to be with me.” Her breathing was labored and she felt weak. “I hope you find her. I wish I were her…” Claudia struggled to hold on to her consciousness but finally she surrendered.

  He looked at her as she hung motionless, a few twitches in the muscles of her legs hanging off the counter.

  Stepping back, he reached to his hips and pulled his pants up, ignoring the glow of energy surrounding him. Then he reached up and released the belt from the pipes above Claudia.

  He propped her up and straightened her clothes. She was limp and sated, dangling from his arms like a rag doll. It took a few moments for her to slowly come back from the euphoric place she had been in.

  A breeze stirred the air behind him. He turned to see the traces of a woman’s hair vanish through the slit of the door as it closed.

  “Fuck.” Someone had seen them. He picked Claudia up and held her close. For a brief moment he showed compassion. He would never hurt her—ever. Pausing, he gazed toward the door. “Someone is taking the medallion from your bag, Claudia.”

  Walking out, he saw the woman he’d told to guard them sitting outside in the small hallway, rubbing her head. He sat Claudia next to her and brushed his hand over her head.

  “I’m sorry. Somebody hit me over the head with a purse or something. She took off that way.” The woman pointed toward the bar and the table where Claudia’s friends were sitting.

  “Alyson, it had to be Alyson,” Claudia mumbled.

  “Who is she?” The question stirred Claudia and woke her even more.

  “Alyson Mendez is a reporter and she’s got a knack with people. She’s the type who has to know everything. She’ll nudge and pester me for secrets. If there’s something she wants to know, she’ll find a way to get the information.” Claudia yawned.

  He didn’t need to know much more. Claudia had something this Alyson didn’t. Obviously she wanted it.

  “Find out why she took it. I’ll come back to you tomorrow.” He looked to see Claudia nodding in agreement.

  He lifted the older woman’s head, staring into her eyes. “Help my friend get back to her table.” The dark m
an brushed the woman’s cheek, causing her to shudder and clench her legs together tightly. She giggled and kept her eyes locked with his. “Remember nothing of me.” His voice faded away as he disappeared into the darkness of the club.

  Chapter Two

  Alyson

  In every cemetery, there is always a feeling of dampness and cold. In this particular one, a large figure stood motionless next to an old oak tree. He stood amidst shadows, but his presence could be felt by all who passed. Pain filled the air around him.

  The cemetery caretaker waited beside the gate. It was time to do his final rounds before closing but he wanted to let this man pay his respects. The caretaker had seen him there before. He watched as the man placed what looked like a rose onto a grave.

  He turned to grab his bag for the loose trash then glanced back to the place by the tree. The man had gone. Wandering toward the tree, slowly collecting bits of food wrappers and a few stray petals of flowers, he stopped for a moment where he had seen the man. The aching pain was still there, still residing so strongly that the caretaker felt it. He looked down to see the red rose laying on the small gravestone.

  Here lies Kelly Hearth. Taken too soon, April 20, 1980—August 9.

  There was no year of rest.

  “Holy shit!” The caretaker noticed it was today’s date.

  ~~~*~~~

  Alyson stood in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for him to arrive. Her hands shook as she tried to take a calming puff on her cigarette. Nervousness and excitement filled her body. This was more than just a meeting with a sexual god. This was her chance to really take advantage of her journalistic talent. Another look at her watch and thirty more minutes of puffing and pacing went by.

  He was a no-show. Fucking bastard. I made sure Claudia told him six o’clock. She stubbed her third cigarette into the sand of the ashtray and blew out a plume of smoke, seriously pissed off.