The Dark Muse Rider

by Lucian Bane

  The Dark Muse Rider

  Poe Discovers Scribbler’s Naughty Stories

  A spin-off of The Scribbler Guardian

  By Lucian Bane

  © 2016 by Lucian Bane

  All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Lucian Bane or his legal representative.

  To all the readers, fans, and or reader’s clubs. Thank you for supporting my work. I’d also like to ask nicely that you please not Pirate my work. That basically means don’t give it away just because you bought it. If you know of anybody that can’t afford a copy, just send them to my librarywhere I loan out copies for free.

  Also, if you need a different format, please contact me, the author.

  Dedication

  To My Wife. With All My Love.

  What Do We Have Here?

  Poe eyed the door to the bathroom, listening for the indication that his Scribbler was done with her shower. He quickly scrolled through the pages, his eyes devouring the words that set his blood on fire. His conscience pricked again and again he dismissed it. He was not prying, he was merely learning. Learning all about his Scribbler. There were no boundaries or walls between them. She was his in every respect, as was he, hers.

  The terms on the page were foreign to him but his mind was quickly learning and connecting dots—particularly the term cock and pussy. In connection to the context, it had Poe shifting his position to accommodate that insatiable beast between his legs. Always hungry, never satisfied, and at that very moment, the things he read, the idea that his Scribbler would… want these things had him in excruciating pains to…

  He slammed the lid of the computer shut at hearing the shower cut off. He’d only recently learned how to use the modern technology. It seemed prudent since it was her staple tool for her creativity. He’d not meant to dig, he was just… practicing at the functions.

  The question was, how was he going to handle this most unfortunate discovery. Unfortunate because it created a fire in him that would by no means be ignored.

  No, it was already hungry and demanding. It wanted to know more. No, it wanted to know everything. Every dark, dirty, detail. And then it wanted to… Divinities, what did it want to do?

  Poe paced in the bedroom, hardly able to walk with his… cock. Poe tested the word several times, wondering how Scribbler felt about that word. What would she say if he were to use it? And… pussy.

  Did she like those words?

  He needed to find this out. He needed to find many things out, now. Perhaps he needed to continue studying these things before trying to confront her with it. He needed to understand terms and… techniques. Yes, techniques. Some of the things he’d read had him burning with wonder to… do them.

  Yes. Do them. To her. Do them so very exactly and perfectly to her.

  Yes, he’d study it first. He’s study it well. He’d learn everything he could about her naughty scribblings and all they entail and then he’d… he’d what?

  He’d figure that out after he learned. He was sure an idea would present itself to him.

  ****

  “Need some help?”

  “Scribbler!” Poe barely managed to hide the Forty-Five Best Sex Positions page as she came up behind him. “I’m managing fine.”

  She paused, kissing him on the cheek before saying in a highly curious tone, “What are you hiding?” She reached down to the computer and Poe smacked her hand away, making her gasp. “Poe, what are you hiding!” she demanded now.

  “It’s…” Poe quickly fought to think of a suitable explanation that didn’t violate his conscience too badly. “A surprise, Scribbler,” he growled, shutting the laptop. “If you must know,” he muttered.

  “A surprise,” she gasped, putting the laptop on the bed then climbing onto his lap. “What kind?”

  Poe looked down, recalling one of the positions he’d seen. Was very similar to what she was doing. He held her hips, angling his head, his hunger to try it coming in a barely contained growl. “It’s… something I hope you’ll like. Very much.” Poe slid his hands inside the now gaping bathrobe. At encountering her silky skin, his mouth watered with more images. The oral sex section had all but burned him alive in his own body.

  He recalled the way the man spoke to the female in the story she’s written. “Stand up Scribbler,” he said.

  “Why?” she asked, light testing in her tone.

  Poe thought about the man in the story and how he would respond again. “Because… I said to.”

  She busted out laughing and Poe gave an inward sigh at the wrong response. Divnities, he needed to study more.

  “If you say please. I might,” she said, teasing him more.

  Not one to give up quickly, he tried again. “And what if… I simply make you?”

  She sucked in a slow gasp and the sound shot fire into that ever-hard limb now pressing to get out of his confining jeans. “Make me?” she whispered, more testing, but also curios. “Just what are you up to Mr. Poe?”

  Quarks, she was on to him. “Maybe I’m studying some things,” he said.

  Her one brow quirked. “Some things? About… making?” she narrowed her gaze, seeming confused and not getting the connection.

  “Making you yes. Do you not like being made? To do things?”

  Though her look held worry, he still saw the curiosity there. “Like what… do you mean? Mr. Poe?”

  Poe really was at a loss as to hide his intentions now. And if he even should. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Oh dear,” she said, looking worried while getting off his lap. “What’s going on?” she wondered, getting more worried than curious.

  “Nothing is wrong,” he assured.

  “Oh yes,” she nodded slowly while eyeing him in suspicion. “Something is wrong.”

  “Can I?”

  “What?”

  “Ask you a question,” he repeated slowly but lightly, hoping to dispel her fears.

  “Like what?”

  He rolled his eyes. “May I ask you a question, Divinities, it’s not that difficult a question to answer!”

  “Fine, ask me!” she said then.

  His gaze lowered over her body with a mind and hunger all their own. “I want to read some of your books that… you’ve not published?”

  She angled a look at him until she eyed him with one eye. “Like what, Poe?”

  “The ones you wrote… during that time.”

  She let out a gasp, gaze narrowing before she gasped again. “Why are you asking this?”

  “I want to know all about you,” he said, honestly.

  “No, no,” she shook her head and began to pace now. “No you do not. Not that.”

  “Not what?”

  “Not nothing,” that’s what, she said right at him.

  “Are they horror works?” he asked.

  “In a sense, yes,” she cried.

  “I want to read them, Scribbler.”

  She stared at him with her mouth open then her eyes slowly squinted. “You… did you? Did you? Oh my God,” she gasped. “That’s what you were hiding from me, isn’t it? You were reading them?”

  “And if I was?”

  Her eyes got huge then fluttered as she turned away. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I should have deleted all of that!”

  “Why didn’t you?” he wondered, wanting her to ask herself that more than anything.

  “Because I… I knew I wouldn’t do anything with them, they’re disgusting!”

  He stared at her, choosing his words carefully. “So you… don’t like what you wrote?”

  “No!” she cried shaking her he
ad with a look of horror. “No, no, no!”

  “I did read some,” he admitted to which she put her back to him with sounds of shame. “I want to read all of them,” he said.

  “No you will not!” she said spinning to him. “You will not read that!”

  “I already have,” he said. She gasped with more horror.

  “Oh my God! I am… so sorry, I should have burnt all that!” She eyed him, confused. “Why are you asking about it like… like… you… you like it!?”

  “I like knowing all of you, Scribbler.”

  “Well that’s not me!” she pointed to the laptop. “That is-is a woman who was… hurt and angry and who thought she was not worth more than raunchy, dirty, rotten, loveless sex!”

  “You’re right,” Poe said, standing. “You’re certainly not that woman anymore and I’m very grateful for that. You are worth more than all the worldly and heavenly possessions put together.”

  She eyed him, the fear and sickness in her gaze slowly fading a little. “So… you understand how sick and wrong it is?”

  Poe wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “It is very sick and wrong, yes.”

  “But?” she said, looking up at him. “I hear it in your voice, there’s a but.”

  “But,” he said, smiling. “That’s not why I want to read it.”

  She was back to utterly perplexed. “Then…why?”

  Poe allowed his mind to think all the things burning there. “Because,” he whispered, his gaze roaming her face in hunger as he stroked her neck before holding her jaw firmly. “I might want to do all those things to you…” he brushed his lips over hers, recalling how the man in the story used his tongue. Holding her jaw tighter, he licked slowly along her lower lip, then slid over the top. Poe understood the language perfectly in that second. “I might want… to make you.” Her gasp hit his tongue as he scraped his teeth over her lower lip and slid a hand up into her hair. “Make you do things, Scribbler.” He released her jaw and slid his fingers over her chest, circling her nipple but not touching. Teasing. That was what the man did incessantly in her story. Teased. And he was very sure that his Scribbler… wanted that very same thing.

  He hovered at her lips and locked his gaze on her drunk one. “I want to make you do… dirty things to me, Scribbler.” He brushed his finger over the very top of her nipple and her whimper meant yes. Yes, make me. He nibbled along her jaw as he traced the swell of her breast. “I want to… do so many dirty things to you.” His hand glided down her stomach and touched the soft hair between her legs. She cried out softly as he slid his finger, tracing the outer folds. “Wet.” He dipped between them where that delicious gem was. Her clit. That was the term used so very often. “I want… to punish you…” he drew teasing circles on the very tip of it. Slow circles, until her breaths came in sharp gasps. “Make you endure every bit… of my wicked torment.” Poe watched her face, upturned and under his complete control. Empowering. Utterly exhilarating. “Tell me, Contessant,” he whispered at her mouth, nipping in selective places. ”Say you will let me do this.” Poe’s voice quaked along her lips as he slid his finger back between her folds. He entered her silk all at once, his body gripped with this power, fingers biting at what was coming. Him, waging a slow, hard, very nasty war, over every inch of her body.

  “Poe,” she gasped. “Yes.”

  “Yes,” he whispered back, pulling his finger out barely. “I need to suck… your beautiful clit.” Poe shoved his finger quickly inside her and she cried out. Poe answered the surrender, gripping her jaw tight and kissing her, his finger moving with quick, deep jabs.

  Poe pulled up, watching her upturned face so very lost to what he did. Her mouth open and her brows drawn hard, sweet cries peaking. She clutched his shoulders and Poe’s hunger grew unbearable. He dropped to his knees and buried his mouth on her. He forgot all about her stories, only knowing he had to suck her, right here. Her beautiful clit. She held his head tight to her, lifting her leg giving him more access. Poe slid his finger back inside her then pulled it out and shoved it in his mouth, sucking hungrily. “Divinities,” he gasped, lashing at her clit with the hard tip of his tongue.

  She pressed his mouth tight to her. “Poe, oh God, Poe yes. Suck me. Suck my pussy.”

  “Lay down!” he growled, the fire in him consuming. Her using that word… Divinities, that did it. Made him crazy, made him want to become that man in her story. The man who exacted lethal control, the one she bowed to, succumbed utterly to.

  No. He wanted to be every man in every story that she’d ever written. She was his. In and out of the words—scribbled or spoken—real or fiction—always and without question.

  His breaths came heavy and thick as she did just what he said, right there on the floor with those whimpers, those sounds of delicacy, those sounds of fearful desperation. Fearful that he wouldn’t do exactly what he was about to.

  “Open your legs Scribbler,” he ordered, not having to try being demanding. “Open them very wide so I can suck your pussy.”

  She gasped, opening wide, holding her knees back. “Yes, do it.”

  Poe remembered something the man had done in the story and he took her clit between his fingers and pinched as he eyed her.

  She orgasmed! Divinities!

  Poe slid his finger deep inside her, moving in and out so very fast, just like in the story, pinching her clit in little bursts as she shook, cried out, and clenched him so tight.

  Poe was astounded. So very astounded. But even more so, hungry for more. So much more.

  It was a very good start. But he knew, it was just a start. His mind had played twenty dirty scenarios with her since he’d begun and he could not wait to do all of them.

  Poe was ready for the next thing he’d been unable to stop thinking about in the story. The agreement. That she’d be subservient to him in all things of a sexual nature. He’d call her by the name, Baby to let her know when he was playing. And she’d call him by the name she’d seemed quite fond of. Master.

  Nasty Games

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Scribbler demanded across from the table in the restaurant. They were having an actual date, but Poe couldn’t focus on any of it.

  “I’m seeing you,” he said, bringing his wine glass to his lips but not drinking. Instead he swirled the contents around slowly while letting his gaze speak for itself.

  “Seeing me,” she gasped before leaning in and whispering, “There is a real heat in your stare.”

  “This I am quite aware of,” he said, taking a sip. “My entire body is on fire, in fact.”

  She looked around discreetly before eyeing him with a glow in her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes.

  “Why do you pretend you’re not thoroughly enjoying that?”

  She smiled and lifted her glass, not looking at him. “I’m doing no such thing,” she whispered.

  “Baby,” he whispered, making her gaze jerk to his. Poe smiled a little, the effects of three glasses of wine having quite the impact on his already boiling temperatures. “Why that name?”

  “Why what name?” she wondered.

  “Baby. Why do you want to be called that?”

  Her gaze narrowed. “Who said I do?” She leaned in. “Poe, just because I wrote it doesn’t mean I want it. I have to make some things up.”

  “But you chose the name Baby not because you hate it.”

  “No, but…” Poe watched her finger as it circled the rim of her glass slowly. “Doesn’t mean I like it either.”

  “What do you like then? To be called?”

  She lifted the glass to her smiling lips, eyes hard on him. “I might like very much the way you say my… real name.”

  Poe slid his hips lower in the seat, forcing his erection tighter in his pants. “Contessant,” he said softly.

  She nodded slowly, her face flush looking.

  “I want to do the game with you,” he finally dared.

  Her eyes flashed with heat. “What game?” />
  “The one in the story. Where you’re… subservient to me in… certain situations.”

  She licked her lips, smiling. “Ah…” she rolled her sexy gaze up to his. “You want to make me.” She brought her glass to her lips again.

  “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Very much so.”

  “And you want me to call you?”

  He thought about that. “What do you want to call me?”

  She took her lower lip into her mouth and let her teeth rake over it. “I like… calling you Rider.”

  “Rider.” The hard jerk of his… cock said he liked that very much.

  “Can I… use the same words in the story?”

  “Which ones?” she whispered, breathless.

  Poe got up and slid into the booth seat next to her so that his face was close to hers. “Cock,” he said. “Pussy.” He watched her body respond to him saying those words. “You like me saying it?”

  “Yes,” she barely whispered, her lids fluttering as though suddenly too heavy to hold open. “What else?”

  He angled his head, eyeing her breasts. “Tits.” He looked into her gaze. “Fuck. Yes. Suck. Ass,” he whispered thickly next to her face. “Clit. Divinities, yes, clit. I love your clit.”

  “Poe,” she gasped, fanning her face a little.

  “Let’s go. Contessant,” he whispered. “I need to play with you right now.”

  “What… do you want to play?”

  “You like me telling you,” he mused, leaning in to suck her lower lip then moving to her ear. “I want to make you suck my cock. While I fuck your pussy with my fingers. And your ass…” He gasped on the word, remembering that shocking but highly arousing part of the story. “I need my tongue in your pussy too.” He moved his mouth back to hers. “And then right here,” he said, licking lightly at her lips.

  “Rider,” she whimpered. “Will you… spank me? Punish me?”

  Poe raced to her ear. “We’re leaving now.”

  Fuck Not with the Rider

  Poe had so much to learn. He really wanted to plan a game day with her and bring his top skills. “Scribbler,” he whispered in her mouth as she clawed at his clothes in the vehicle. She’d gotten in the back seat and undressed, calling him to join her. But it was too soon. He needed to pace this, it was too important to him to not do to perfection.