Satan's Breath

by Temple Madison

  “Loosen up, babe. I’m not going to hurt you,” Erik whispered with love in his voice. When his large hand came up and surrounded her breast, she struggled, and before he knew what was happening, she began gulping and breathing loudly, begging him through choking sobs to stop.

  He hated the sound, but he had to be strong for Blaze. He had to push the picture of her uncle out of her mind.

  “I’m sorry, Blaze,” he rasped, “but this is the way it has to be.” Erik’s legs pressed between hers and forced them apart. He tried to kiss her, but in a sudden grip of panic she bucked against him and bit him. “Ouch! Blaze, give it up for God’s sake! You’re not a baby, dammit, you’re a woman, so start acting like one!”

  “Get off me, you bastard!” Blaze yelled, writhing beneath him, but it did no good. She tried to keep from liking his manly smell of spicy cologne and fresh air, and could feel the barest stubble of his beard scratch her face and neck.

  “Do you love me?” Erik breathed against her face, his passion growing as his body continued to move seductively against hers.

  “I hate you, you bastard!” She bit her lips, refusing to respond as his lips sought hers.

  “No, you don’t, Blaze. You love me and you know it.”

  “How could I love someone who—”

  His hot breath covered her face. “Someone who wants to fuck the woman he loves?”

  “No. Someone who wants to hurt me.”

  “That’s not true, and you know it,” he whispered, his voice smooth and gentle. It’ll only hurt for a little while, and then it’ll feel wonderful. Come on, baby, act like a woman and give yourself to me. I’ll help you, just do as I say.”

  As his tongue erotically licked her lips, Blaze felt something down deep, and surprised herself by catching his roving tongue in her mouth.

  Erik moaned and covered her mouth in a deep probing kiss, but as his passion rose, so did her fear. She was afraid of his passion, so afraid that when she saw it, the choking began, and so did the fighting.

  “Stop your senseless fighting, you little spitfire, and give in!” he yelled. “I promise you, babe, you’re not leaving this bed until you give me what I want!” Angrily, he grabbed her hand and began pulling it down toward the hardness of his growing cock.

  She resisted as he pulled. “No, no, I can’t!”

  Struggling with her, he kept pulling on her hand until it reached the rigid mass, then he forced her to press her fingers around it firmly. When she touched him, the pressure of her hand aroused him, and he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming raspy and deep. Erik’s hand covered hers as he forced her to squeeze it and begin rubbing. As both their hands slid up and down his long, hard cock, Erik moaned and buried his face in her neck.

  With his mouth next to her ear, she could hear his breath begin a jerking sound while his shaft became even harder, so hard, it scared her.

  “It’s ready for you, babe.” His words struggled out in a deep rasp. “Ready to…oh, God…make you happy.” As he pressed his hands over hers, he made them handle it harder and faster. “It’s yours, Blaze, I’m giving it to you.” With his breath coming harder, he could hardly speak. “Open…open up and ride…it, babe. Ride it hard.”

  “I…c-cant! I jus—”

  “For God’s sake, woman, put your fears behind you, and use it, USE IT!”

  “I can’t, Erik.”

  Still squeezing Blaze’s hand around his throbbing cock, Erik’s lips pressed against her ear, his hot breath burning her neck as he whispered, “Oh, God, Blaze, I love you so much. Please let me fuck you. Let me show you what paradise is really like.”

  “It isn’t paradise! It’s hell!” she sobbed.

  Erik took a deep breath, steeling himself to say the words he knew were necessary. “Blaze,” he said desperately, his voice cracking with emotion as he lifted himself up over her and spread her legs wider. “This is the way it’s going to be, see? I’ve gone too far to turn back now. I’m going to fuck you with, or without your permission, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it!”

  “Erik…don…”

  His lips muffled her words as his mouth came down hard on hers. She struggled beneath him, but it only excited him more. All at once, his hands grabbed hers and held them above her head.

  As she fought him, his mouth opened and hungrily sought her breasts, his tongue drawing on her nipples as he moaned, almost as if in pain. She could feel his arousal bruising her stomach as he pressed himself against her.

  Finally, he reached down and rubbed it along her cleft urging it to open just before he pushed it in. When Erik felt himself being swallowed up by her hot, tight canal, he buried his face in her neck, moaning with pleasure and breathing heavily. With a mixture of jerking breaths, and deep moans, he urged her with his words. “C-come with me, now, Blaze. Push, baby, push in and go with me. That’s r-right. Yeeeeees, oooh, yeeeeees!”

  Blaze could no longer resist. Erik’s forceful entry had caused an erotic fire to burst within her, and instead of being afraid, she found a sensuality overtaking her that she had never known existed.

  For some reason, she began crying. It wasn’t fear she felt, but blessed release. As the welcome tears began pushing their way from beneath her lashes, she sobbed and felt herself come alive as she continued to push against him, again and again.

  “That’s right, b-baby,” Erik continued, huskily. “Take it and use it, and…l-let it…let it make you happy.” Opening his mouth, he nibbled her ear lobe, and then licked it erotically.

  Feeling the erotic movement of his tongue intensified her passion and she moaned and bucked. As she pushed forward again and again, before she knew it, she was shouting out with delight and digging her fingernails into his back. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

  Erik’s hands went down and cradled her buttocks, and then pulled her hard against him, his enormous cock enjoying the tight feel of her hot juices all around him. As his hips continued to rise and fall, he pulled her along with him, up, then down again, feeling as if he were riding a bucking bronco.

  Blaze felt the fire within her groin rising higher and higher. Like a rushing ocean, it urged her toward that glorious final release with such intensity that she began wildly shredding his back with her nails. The two lovers rode their passion together, jerking and shaking the bed until it threatened to collapse.

  It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. Had it collapsed into kindling, they couldn’t have stopped. The fire that leapt between them continued to spread into a raging inferno. They both moaned in unison going steadily upward, rolling and tumbling until Erik’s face contorted as he neared the summit of his passion. Suddenly, he felt a glorious release just before he felt Blaze’s body quake, and then explode, her possessive canal gripping his cock over and over as it reached deeper and deeper into burning completion.

  Both exhausted, they lay in each other’s arms and fell into a blissful sleep. The leering face of Blaze’s uncle Ralph sunk steadily into oblivion, never to return again.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Erik was in the bathroom twisting around in front of the mirror trying to see his back, so he could dab the scratches with antiseptic. “Ouch!” he cried, as he touched the soggy cotton to the small wounds.

  Blaze woke up and lifted her head looking curiously around the room. Suddenly, the events of the night before came back to her and she laid her head back down on the pillow with a big smile on her face.

  Erik came out of the bathroom looking down at her as he walked in. “Just in case you don’t know it, you’ve got half my back underneath your fingernails.”

  She sat up secretly smiling, but pretended to be mad at him. Pursing her lips, she looked at him with mock anger, and an angled gaze. “You deserve it for what you did to me.”

  He sat down, pushed her back down on the bed, and began kissing her. “You loved it, you little vixen.” He grinned. “After all I do have the scratches to prove it.”

  “I was trying to get away,
” she said, petulantly.

  “Oh, yeah? How do I know it wasn’t all an act just to get me in bed?” he said teasingly.

  “You said some pretty awful things.”

  “Nothing but pillow talk, babe.”

  “Erik,” Blaze looked at him curiously, “do you make love so violently all the time?”

  He sat up, and then dropped his gaze, avoiding the question. “You hungry? How about some breakfast?”

  Blaze looked at him closely. “Erik, you haven’t answered my question.”

  “What does it matter?” he shrugged, and then continued. “Hey, I know a great little hole in the wall that serves—”

  “Erik,” Blaze interrupted, looking at him curiously, “do you realize I don’t know anything at all about you?” She hesitated, and then looked at him questioningly. “I’ve always wondered why you were working at the station disguised as a menial janitor, of all things.”

  “Blaze,” Erik gave her a warning look. “Don’t do this.”

  “No, dammit.” Blaze became insistent. “You were an animal last night. Is that normal for you? Is this what I have to look forward to every night, a bunch of growling, and biting?”

  “Not unless that’s what the lady wants,” Erik answered, his voice filled with bitter recollections.

  “What the lady…” Blaze began, and then looked up at him. “Erik, that sounds—”

  “Blaze—”

  “No!” She jumped up. “Who the hell are you, Erik Grant? Is that your real name, or a professional name?” She cocked her head, looking at him suspiciously. “Maybe it’s just one of many.”

  “Blaze, if you don’t stop now—”

  She gave him a curious sideways glance. “And the way you make love…oh, it was good, all right. Too damned good! You seemed to know just what to do and when to do it!”

  He turned his back on her and listened with dread while she uncovered the truth.

  “Tell me, Erik, before I go, should I leave some money on the nightstand?” She cut her gaze up to him, waiting for his denial.

  He stood silent.

  Blaze frowned, looking at the scratches she had made on his back, and her eyes widened with realization. Putting her hands up to her mouth, she cried, “Oh, my God, it’s true. You’re a whore!”

  Tears began flooding her eyes while a scorching pang of jealousy ran rampant through her. Pain caused accusations to fly from her mouth. She threw insults at him, trying to scar his soul just as she had scarred his back. She knew she needed to stop, but she couldn’t, and the words found their mark, wounding him until something wonderful slipped through her fingers. She finally ended her onslaught with the knowledge that Erik Grant, with his muscled body, and his expertise in the bedroom would never be for only one woman, but many.

  She thought of all the women he must have been with and looked at him as if he was a sordid piece of trash. “Oh, God,” she sobbed and then looked around the room. “And I was worried about your not having the money to live in a decent place.” When he still didn’t say anything, she lunged forward and began beating her fists on his back.

  Suddenly, he turned around and caught her wrists in his hands and looked down at her with fire in his eyes.

  Returning his hot look, she whispered, “Are you going to admit the truth, Erik?”

  His eyes continued to burn into hers.

  “Tell me, dammit, I want to hear it from your own lips. Were you…are you a whore?”

  His silence was driving her crazy, but she waited.

  Suddenly with his eyes still burning into hers, he said the words that pierced her heart like a sword. “It’s been over a year since I’ve been in the business.” He waited for some reaction from her, but she was silent. “My God, Blaze, what the hell do you want, a signed confession?”

  All at once, the room began spinning and she found herself wilting down into a chair. She looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time. She felt her world come crashing down around her, and had to ask just one more question. “Were you a woman’s whore…or a man’s?”

  Erik’s cold gaze slowly slid toward her, giving her a steely look. “How about…” one eyebrow raised, “…both?” Seeing the look on her face as he said it, he knew it was no use, so he turned and began pulling his clothes out of the dresser drawers.

  Blaze’s head began shaking in denial. “No…it…it can’t be. It just can’t.” She rose from the chair and backed up slowly until she bumped against the wall. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she sobbed. “I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe it!”

  Her words, the sound of unbelieving shock in her voice crushed Erik. He couldn’t stand seeing her look at him as if he were something dirty, so in order to salvage a little of his pride, he played the scene like an arrogant heel. “What in hell are you so shocked about, bitch? You’re hardly an angel with the kind of show you do.”

  Her head jerked up, seeing and hearing the sudden change in him.

  “Hell, you been talkin’ all night about wanting someone’s burning rod inside you. Well, you had one baby, and you don’t even know enough to appreciate it!”

  “You bastard! Who the hell are you all of a sudden?”

  “Hey,” he winked at her, thumbing himself toward his chest, “I’m the guy that finally got your legs apart, remember? I tamed the great Blaze Alexander!” Turning to the mirror, he combed his hair and smiled conceitedly at the handsome brute in the reflection. “I’d say you were damned lucky that I am a professional, Ms. Alexander, or you’d still have your friggin’ legs glued together.” He turned from the mirror, purposely stood before her, and brazenly dropped the towel. Cutting his gaze over to watch her reaction, he slowly pulled on a pair of jeans.

  “You didn’t put any briefs on.”

  “They just get in the way. Besides, my ladies like me better without underwear.” He watched new tears forming in her eyes but refused to be moved. Still playing the scene with a conceited flair, he pulled a sweatshirt over his head, and then leaned back against a doorframe. Looking at her with a lopsided smile and half-closed eyes, he added insult to injury. “You wanna know what I think? I think this whole relationship’s been nothing but a big joke. After we got past the resistance bit, you were really hot to trot! I hate to think of all the time we wasted on nightly refusals. You should have said something. Hell, if I’d known you liked it rough, I would have obliged you a long time ago.” Letting his lazy, arrogant eyes linger on her a little longer, he finally turned and pulled a bag down from a closet shelf.

  “You really are a bastard, aren’t you? What in hell happened to the sweet janitor you used to be?”

  He reached into the closet and pulled out some clothes, and then turned and met her eyes with contempt. “He’s gone, lady. If you want another taste of his cock, you’re gonna have to pay, and pay plenty!”

  His words crushed her, but still she searched the handsome face, looking for something that resembled the old Erik Grant, the sweet retard, the janitor, the calendar pinup.

  Instead, he slid his cold gaze away from hers and cruelly dismissed her. “Have a happy life, Ms. Alexander, and on your way out, please leave something on the nightstand.” He paused, and then turned back and smiled. “After all, I do deserve to get paid for what I did. I never worked so hard for a piece of ass in my life!”

  Suddenly, she started laughing and crying at the same time. “We make one hell of a pair, don’t we, Erik? You, a retarded janitor that humps everyone in sight, and me, supposed to be the hottest thing since Lady Chatterly, but afraid to let a man touch me.” She continued to laugh insanely. “We’re both frauds.” When she looked back at him, she thought she saw a glint of tears in his eyes. “Why aren’t you laughing? It is funny, isn’t it?”

  All at once, the weight of losing Erik seemed to crush her and she felt the pain once again. “So damned funny, it’s…sad!” Not being able to look at him anymore, she turned and ran quickly through the door.

  As he watched her
leave without even a backward glance, his arrogance caved in all at once, and he sobbed as he cast one last look toward the rumpled bed. Blaze had made it clear that she couldn’t handle the truth, so without hesitation, he continued packing, zipped the bag up, and began walking toward the highway—and out of her life.

  Chapter 17

  The small, still room was cloudy with cigar smoke while two men listened to a radio broadcast…

  “Last night, at Radio Station WSCX, Ms. Blaze Alexander, Savannah’s controversial Queen of Steam, was attacked by Barry Schorr, former Station Manager of Radio Station KCBS in Los Angeles, California. It seems that Ms. Alexander was just beginning the third hour of her late-night performance when the man in black came storming into the studio. Luckily, Ms. Alexander found a knight in shining armor when one-time janitor Erik Grant came to her rescue. Ms. Alexander was badly shaken up, and not being able to continue, was replaced for the night with a canned program. Savannah learned that even recorded, Ms. Alexander’s deep sultry voice going out over the air…”

  A hand reached down and angrily snapped off the radio. “Well, she’s made the news again.” The same hand reached up and grabbed a cigar from the mustached mouth of Calvin Little, the city manager. “I tell you, Simon, if we don’t do something, and do it fast, that dirty little steam queen will be the downfall of Savannah!”

  Mayor Simon Parker looked over at his pudgy, middle-aged, city manager and curled his lips. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little, Cal?”

  “Hell no!” He frowned and began poking his cigar toward the mayor for emphasis. “She’s been nothing but trouble since she’s been here. First of all,” he pulled a finger down with each point he made, “she brings a killer with her all the way from L.A. Number two, she gets this town started on a sexual revolution I haven’t seen since the sixties and all that free love! Number three, she spews out all that filthy stuff on the air, and then wonders why one of her fans goes crazy and wants to get his hands on her.”