The electric razor starts, and she gets to work shaving away my wirey hair. She stops every so often to clear the hair from the razor. I close my eyes and enjoy her taking care of me. I’ve never let anyone do something so intimate as shave my beard or cut my hair.
The last person to give me a haircut was Kristen and I was probably nine.
Shelly’s fingers strum through my hair, combing the tangles as she wets the strands.
“Feel good?”
I open my eyes to see her staring down at me with her lips quirked up in a sexy smirk.
I grunt out a rough, “yeah.” I clear my throat. “You gonna tell me that fantasy now?”
“Tell me something about you. What I am going to tell you is very personal. I think it only fair you tell me something personal first.”
I want to tell her fuck no, but something pushes me to open up about Kristen. “I had a stepsister once. She used to cut my hair. No one has since she…” I trail off not wanting to go into detail. Not wanting to share that piece of me. No one needs to hear that fucked up story. The one I lived through.
“What was her name?” Shelly’s voice is soft, hypnotic…pulling the information out of me against my will.
“Name was Kristen. You remind me of her in small ways.”
“Is that why you wanted to help me? To save me from the bad people who wanted to hurt me?”
“Something like that,” I tell her, feeling like a lousy shit for lying. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. I’m not ready to give this up. Being here with her is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
The scissors snip at my hair, the strands slipping away, making me feel lighter.
“Your turn,” I demand.
“Right….” she hesitates. “Promise me you won’t think I am crazy.”
“Cross my heart.” I make the motion of crossing my heart.
“I mean it. If you laugh...,” her tone is playful as she mock threatens me with the scissors.
“You have my word.” My word has been the one constant I could depend on until I saw Shelly. Now that I have her here I will do anything to make her stay.
Chapter Seventeen
—Shelly—
Charlie is looking at me expectantly. Waiting for me to share my fantasy. I hope this doesn't change the way things seem to be going between us. I feel so safe with him. I don't know who is after me or why, but I feel like being here with him is where I belong.
I look down at him and all his tattoos, wondering what they stand for. What they mean to him. I get the feeling they tell a story. His story. I hope one day he will open up and share his truth with me.
“You want to know what my fantasy is, and I promised to tell you. But first...see what you think.” I move around to the front of him and take his hands in mine. Pulling him to his feet, I lead him to the bathroom.
We stand side by side and he looks so different in comparison to me with all his tattoos. I left him a goatee so his face isn’t completely clean shaven, but it is nice to see the rest of his face. I cut his hair to about his chin.
He looks pale and I am afraid he hates it.
I frown. “You hate it.”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “It’s just different. Will take some getting used to.”
“Are you sure, because if you hate it…”
He cuts me off when he turns into me and plants his lips down on mine. Soft and sweet. Pure and true. Charlie pushes his tongue into my mouth and I let him, wanting this more than he knows.
His hands glide up the sides of my throat, holding my face in place as his tongue explores and tastes mine. His breath tastes like garlic bread and beer, but I don't care.
One hand moves down to slide up the back of the t-shirt I am still wearing, cupping my butt cheek. He squeezes, and I respond by hiking my leg up on his hip.
Our kiss is deep and intense. The strokes of his tongue slows until he breaks away to catch a breath.
“It’s getting late.”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll take the couch.”
My brows draw inward. “Charlie, the bed is big enough for the two of us.”
“I don't trust myself to just sleep if I get in the bed with you.”
“Oh...well.” I don’t know what to say. How am I to respond to that? “I haven't told you my fantasy yet.”
He makes that funny noise in the back of his throat. “Tell me tomorrow. Go ahead and wash up for bed, I’ll clean up the mess in the kitchen.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Goddamnit,” he snaps, and I shrink back from him.
“Okay,” I whisper as he stomps to the kitchen. I don’t know what I did wrong. Shaking his bad mood off, I go about my business. Maybe he doesn't want to move too fast being I don’t know my own damn name. I can’t blame him there. It stings though.
Tossing the packaging from my new toothbrush in the trash, I brush my teeth with vigor, being harsher on my gums than they deserve, but I’m wound up tight. That kiss, it was as good, if not better, than I had imagined it would be.
When I finish up in the bathroom I start to go to him but think better of it. “Bathroom is all yours,” I call out down the hallway.
He doesn't respond, but I can hear him sweeping the hair up and emptying it into the trash.
I turn down the bedding and flip off the light switch before crawling into the big bed alone.
Eventually light spills from the bathroom when he turns on the lights but quickly fades away when he closes the door. The sound of the shower starting lulls me to sleep for a while.
Sometime in the night I awaken to the sound of the TV. Charlie must have fixed whatever was wrong with it.
I creep down the hallway, quietly, so I don't disturb him if by chance he is sleeping.
When I get to the living room he most definitely is not sleeping. An erotic film plays on the screen. A woman is bound at the wrists behind her back. The cuffs have a chain on each that is connected to a cuff around each ankle. A man is pounding into her relentlessly from behind, pulling on the chains with every thrust. I turn to look at the couch, the floor creaks under me, and I find Charlie, cock in hand. When our eyes meet, he doesn't stop stroking his erection. In fact, the fist around his cock jerks faster, harder even.
I stand unmoving. Unable to look away, I watch as he continues to pleasure himself, his eyes never leaving mine to look back at what is on the screen. The woman’s heated moans echo around us along with the slick sound of his movements.
I walk towards him unable to resist the pull I feel to him.
“Don’t,” his voice strains almost as if he is in pain, when I cover his hand with my own, wanting to touch him.
“I want to,” I whisper softly in his ear and kiss him on the jaw.
His hand moves, allowing me to take over. He hisses when I kiss down his throat. “Shelly,” his dark tone warns as I remove my hand and move to straddle him. His hard on pushes against me and I move against him, rubbing my pussy lips over the head of his dick. “Fuck me,” he rasps.
“That's right, Charlie, fuck me,” I say against his mouth, licking the outline of his lips.
“Is that what you want?”
My body trembles as his palm slides up my side and along my ribs before cupping my breast in his hand.
The rough pad of his thumb rubs over my nipple and I kiss him once more. Warmth flows from my body. “Is it tomorrow yet?”
He chuckles lightly. “Technically, why?”
“Because I can tell you what it is I want now.”
“I suppose that’s right.” He continues to pinch and tweak my nipple. The head of his cock rubs against the heart of my desire, teasing me, but never fully giving me what I want.
“I want you, Charlie. I want you to take me. I want you to take me by force,” I confess as I grind down, doing my best to feel him inside me.
“You want me to what?”
“You heard me,” I bite at hi
s bottom lip. “I want you to take what you want when I least expect it. I want you to surprise me and bind my wrists like hers. I want you to fuck me like that.” I motion to the side with a nod, indicating for him to look at the TV screen.
The woman is being fucked with brutal unrelenting thrusts as the man behind her receives and gives pleasure from the action.
Charlie pushes me to the side and covers my body with his. He pulls the t-shirt up over my head, covering my eyes.
Unable to see I feel panic bubbling my chest but Charlie is whispering in my ear. His voice is low, sexy, and gravelly when he says, “If you give yourself to me, Shelly, I’ll never let you go.”
I concentrate on his voice and his touch, but I feel panicked. Anxiety threatens to suck me into a place I don’t want to travel to. I want to stay here in the moment with this savagely handsome man.
His lips claim mine and I stop fighting and surrender.
I give in to desire.
I give in to his words.
I give in to his kiss.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.”
Chapter Eighteen
—Boogeyman—
I shouldn’t have been so short with her after she cut my hair. I had all these feelings bubbling in my chest. Feelings I didn't know how to handle. Emotions I don't want. Shelly is in my veins and I don’t know how to get her out. I am torn between wanting her and hating her. She keeps reminding me of shit I wish I could forget. The shit my father put me through. The hell he gave Kristen for daring to think I was worthy of her love.
The dark side of me wanted to bend her over the bathroom sink and take what I wanted whether she wanted me to or not. If I had known that was what she wanted I would have done it. I was scared I would hurt her more than I already have. But now she has bared her dark desire to me. A fantasy much too close to my own. She has no idea how many times I have dreamt of doing just that.
Fucking her without her permission.
Fucking her until she surrenders to me.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.” Her words travel straight to my dick and fuck if I don’t want to take her right now, but I won’t. Not yet. I want to give her that fantasy. I want to have her like the couple on the screen. I want her bound and gagged. Unable to escape the punishing I want to give her sweet tempting body.
Fuck me if she isn’t about perfect. Running my fingers down her torso, I trace her ribs. Taking my time, I make her wait. Anticipation is a great part in the art of seduction. Fucking a willing woman has never been a problem. Shelly isn’t just any woman though and she wants to be taken by force. She wants me to ravish her, to force her to surrender. The woman has no idea what her words have done to the beast raging inside me. She’s kindled his fire. I’m burning with desire to give her what she craves.
Shelly is mine but soon she’ll belong to my beast too. The demons of my past that haunt me will claim her and there is nothing I can do stop it now that the seed has been planted.
Tonight won’t be about that though.
Tonight is about Shelly and Charlie.
Two people feeling lost.
Two people who need to feel connected and not so fucked up.
I sink a finger inside her and her hips arch, bucking up off the cushion as she whimpers from my touch. I finally get her nipple in my mouth, loving the sweet taste of her hardening bud. Lacing her fingers through my hair she tugs recklessly, pulling hard on the strands. If she keeps this shit up, I’ll be bald.
One hand moves to my cheek and she says, “It feels smooth. I like it.”
I’m not sold on what she did but if it makes her happy I’ll keep it. For now.
The couch isn’t big enough for what I want. I need to bury my tongue in her pussy, taste her sweet nectar on my tongue as she gets off.
After removing her shirt, I pull her up from the couch. Her naked body molding into mine as though we were made for each other. A perfect fucking fit.
Tucking my thumb under her chin, I tilt her head upward. I stare deep into her caramel eyes. Trust radiates from them. It’s too bad that this is all a lie and soon, very soon, I will have to go back to being the Boogeyman. When she realizes that I lied and took what she gave me anyway knowing what I do, she will hate me. Rightfully so but at least we will have tonight.
One night where none of it fucking matters.
Pressing my lips to her soft full ones, I breathe in her taste and allow myself to get lost in the smoothness of her skin. Her tongue sweeps alongside mine in a well executed union.
The vanilla scent of her skin envelops my senses. It is a smell I will never forget as I take her in my arms.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hot pussy sears my skin as it pulses with need.
I carry her toward the bedroom, but we only make it halfway before I am slamming her against the wall and thrusting inside her. I couldn’t resist her hot little cunt rubbing against me. Slick and ready to be fucked properly.
Shelly’s velvet heat wraps around me, squeezing tight.
She moans into my mouth as her body moves up and down the wall, taking me in eagerly, accepting every brutal thrust as I ram into her body again and again. I tried to take it slow. To be gentle, but nothing about me is sweet.
Goddamn she feels like a bit of Heaven amongst my Hell. I’m the fucking devil and she’s a dirty little bitch as she begs for my cock. “Harder,” she cries.
Trembling against me she digs her nails into my back.
“Fuck,” I roar as she draws blood. Her teeth nip and suck at my bottom lip as I slow my pace.
I’m damn close to getting off, but I need her cumming first.
Moving her away from the wall I move us into the bedroom. I lay her out on the sheets and spread her thighs.
When I brush my lips over her pulsing bundle of nerves her taste melts on my damn tongue like fucking sugar.
This woman is better than any cocaine bliss I have ever felt.
Chapter Nineteen
—Shelly—
Charlie is between my thighs licking me from my clit to my ass, savoring my taste like it is the last bite of his dessert. He makes me feel so damn alive. Like I could set the world on fire and not even care that I have no damn memory. I’m making new memories with him. Maybe we can have a fresh start.
Together.
I get this sense that he has been through some fucked up shit. The more I stare at his tattoos, I realize they do tell his story. A story of loss. His stepsister must have meant a lot to him. I’m glad that whatever the threat I was facing was, that he was the man to save me.
I know we hardly know each other but he feels so familiar to me. Like I have known him longer than he has let on.
I get the feeling there is something he is keeping from me, but right now I gotta let go of those suspicious feelings. I want to be in this moment with only him.
His greedy mouth and eager fingers continue their assault on my body, driving me wild into sensory overload. I may not remember my past, but I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel so cherished. So wanted. The desire this man is showing he truly feels for me is nothing like I remember having ever felt. I can sense it.
The way he is touching me and so focused on pleasing me and not himself says a lot. When I try to turn the attention on him he growls at me and grunts, stopping me from doing anything but receiving his lavish attention.
Two fingers work simultaneously inside me. Twisting in a come here motion, hitting me in just the right spot as his torturous mouth peppers kisses up my right side.
“Think I should ink my name here.” He traces the underside curve of my breast. “And maybe here.” He grips my ass.
I laugh. “You want to put your name on me?”
He grins up at me lazily, never stopping finger fucking me.
“Why not?”
“Well the obvious. You don’t even know me,” I pant out the last part when he adds a third finger.
“I know you like it when I do this.” Hooking h
is fingers, he hits my sweet spot again and doesn’t relent.
My eyes are rolling back in my head as my hips arch.
“See, I know the good stuff and what I don’t know, we’ll figure it out.”
I start to respond but my voice is lost when he caps his mouth over my clit and sucks.
My orgasm rakes through me and my body trembles as he doesn't let up. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, obviously loving the way I taste as he hums a low, “Mmm.”
My legs feel like rubber as Charlie slides up my body, covering my mouth with his. His tongue sweeps along the inside of my mouth, giving me a taste of my flavor. I must confess tasting myself on his tongue and his lips turns me on.
Lining up with my pussy, he inches his cock into me slowly. A shudder ripples through him and I feel the muscles in his back flex as I rub along the smooth skin with my nails.
Once fully seated inside he draws back out at a languid pace to the head before slamming back in. He repeats the motion, circling his hips as they grind against me.
“Damn, princess, you feel so good. The way you’re squeezing my cock. Fuck.” Hearing the word princess gives me pause.
“Have you ever called me that before?”
“What?”
“Princess,” I say in a low whisper as he thrusts deeper.
“I don’t know...maybe,” he grunts, sliding his cock in and out faster and harder than before. “I call you a lot of things. Especially mine.”
At those words I melt all over again and wrap my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankles. He lifts my hips and hammers into me, taking what he wants even though I am giving it to him freely. My heart. It's happening fast but I am falling for him.
“God, Charlie. I’m going to get off again.”
“Good,” he says into my mouth, kissing me once more.
Next thing I know he is flipping me over, head bowed down and ass up.
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