Dark Layers Volume 1: Volume 1

by Gray, A L

  He rubs my tongue gently against the pad of his index finger. His touch tickles, it ignites me inside.

  "Don't choke." He whispers.

  Suddenly, he pushes his entire finger inside me. I close my lips tightly around him. He slowly pulls out of me. He then pushes back in and continues his salacious motions - in and out, in and out, in and out - he repeats this six times, I'm counting as I become... I don't know, indecent, dirty, X- rated! I'm so damn hot, but in an extremely, 'desperate to never let this feeling go', kinda way.

  His eyes never move from my mouth, it's as though he's desperate to be his finger for only a few seconds - he's compelled by his own darkest desires. Oh God! Why do I have a sudden urge to rip his clothes off and force him to take me right now!

  He gently re-emerges from me, completely removing his finger from my mouth. He closes his eyes looking heady drunk.

  "Heaven." He mutters in a low throaty voice.

  He places his finger inside his own mouth, indulging in my essence, groaning and moaning as he pushes deeper inside himself.

  "Fuck, oh fuck." He chants.

  Holy shit this is hot!

  I watch him open-mouthed. I'm completely taken by him! How the hell can one man make finger fucking my mouth so desirable?

  His face unexpectedly turns harsh. I notice he suddenly looks as though he's in pain. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. His lips clamp around his finger rather than softly circling it. I act on impulse. I quickly take his hand. I pull it free from his mouth and kiss it. I trail chaste kisses up his wrist, then across his knuckles in desperation. I osculate each knuckle individually. I repeat my affectionate gesture six times - as he did - all over his hand. His skin almost scratches against my lips but the soreness is only causing me to become more aroused. He cups the back of my head affectionately. He pulls me into his chest, forcibly stopping me from making love to his hand.

  "Oh Anile, what am I going to do with you?" He breathes.

  I smile against his chest, desperate to tell him he can fuck me now if he likes! But I'm too chicken shit to tell him that.

  “Can I take you home this time? Or would you rather just my driver?” He whispers.

  I only now realize I'm panting, gasping like a lioness who has made her first kill. I take a few seconds to gather myself before I answer him.

  “You can take me home if you need to.”

  “I do need to, Anile. I need to know you are safe.”

  Where has this emotional man been all this time? He seems, deep - controlling too - but there is something else in him, something he tries hard to hide. I could love him - the kind parts of him - I know I could. Every piece of anger I had has vanished - all I feel now is desperation.

  He gently takes my hand, entwining our fingers with one another. He pulls me towards the door. I notice my papers scattered, “my papers Elijah, I need them.”

  “Don’t worry Princess, Jezebel will take care of them.”

  Princess? That's the third time now - I hope he isn’t giving me a bloody pet name!

  We walk out of his office, hand in hand. I almost have an urge to snatch my hand back from his - I cannot pass out in public due to Darks flu! This is when he effects me most, when he's touching me!

  Jezebel clocks Elijah and I as he ushers me down the lobby. She eyes us suspiciously - if looks could kill, we would definitely be dead!

  Elijah summons the lift, immediately grabbing my attention. I seem to notice every inch of what he does, it's almost sickening! We enter the lift. The air is chokingly thick with tension - I almost physically find it hard to breathe. I slowly lift my hand to my throat and generously rub my neck, hoping I can open my wind pipe before I suffocate. I steal glances over my shoulder at Elijah. He's standing motionless, unaffected, keeping his self in check. I feel defeated while I watch him - why is it only I who feels this?

  The lift pings open and he swiftly pulls me out with him. We walk through the hall - still hand in hand. To my surprise, every employee stops in their tracks and I swear I hear every single one of the women here gasp at us. I smile feeling elevated - why hasn't any of these beautiful women managed to land him?

  We reach the revolving door. It's a bit of a task to walk through because he hasn't let go of my hand, but he pulls me in front of him - still gripping me - and we walk as one, awkwardly, but smoothly gliding through the door.

  His Bentley is curb crawling, waiting for its master again in exactly the same place as it was last night.

  “Does your driver sit here waiting for you all day, every day?” I ask joking.

  “Yep, all day, every day.” He replies.

  He leans in on me, smelling my hair. “Hmmm, Jasmine.” He whispers.

  How can he tell what I shower in with one smell? My mouth is agape at his never ending skills.

  He opens the car door completely taking my breath away. His suit jacket opens and I now notice that his three top shirt buttons are open, revealing his chest hair! What I would give to slowly snake my fingers through his chest hair! Oh, the joy and pleasure of such a task.

  “Earth to Anile, get in.” He orders.

  I submit without even thinking. I slide in remembering the car’s interior as though I had been in it just moments ago.

  “You like leather?” I ask curious, noticing all his furniture is leather.

  He smiles with a covert expression. I cannot help but think there is more to the leather than I assume to be just a taste of design.

  “You have no idea Anile.”

  I sit stupefied by his answer, having no idea what he's referring to.

  “You really are so innocent.” He laughs. He leans over and affectionately tugs on my hair. “I have to make a few phone calls Anile, please don’t think I’m being rude.”

  “Do as you wish Elijah.” I joke, pouting childishly at his polysemous reply.

  We sit back in motion and we buckle up. I comfortably allow myself to indulge in his essence for the first time ever without being struck down with Darks flu. The driver pulls off of the curb and emerges into the great city. I watch as we drive through the busy streets, wondering if anyone else out there is as happy as I am?

  I suddenly feel a heated sensation atop of my hand. I quickly look left to find Elijah staring out of the window while he's calling someone. I gaze down at my hand to see he has rested his hand above mine. I smile at his small gesture, feeling satisfied. I sit back once more, allowing this delicious erotic rush to flow through me. I close my eyes, satisfied. If only others could feel this vibe that courses through my veins when he touches me - the world would be in turmoil no more. Every living person would seek this natural feeling of ecstasy and euphoria - it's nothing short of paradise.

  Chapter Eleven

  WE PULL UP TO the curb outside of my apartment in no time at all; I really should get a car, it only takes five minutes to get to work. Elijah has been on his phone cancelling meetings for this evening - and I might add, talking to people like they are shit on his shoe! He shuts off his phone and now I know this is it; no more Elijah for this evening. I have to say, I feel... sort of sad. Why, I have no idea, but I seem to already miss him - what the hell is wrong with me? I turn and gaze at him, to bid him farewell. He takes my hand and gently strokes my knuckles.

  “Anile, what are you doing this evening - do you have any plans?”

  I stare down at his soft grip, I indulge in this rush of electricity that runs through me, through us. I will ask him if he feels it to, one day.

  “Nothing, I have no plans.” I say shy.

  “Can I pick you up around eight? I want to take you somewhere.”

  Butterflies emerge throughout my tummy, tickling every inch of my skin from the inside - I smile at my own happiness.

  “You are so pretty." He whispers.

  I feel my face turn puce. I lower my head shyly.

  “Yes, I would like that.” I say soft.

  He bows his head and stares at our hands.

  “Pl
ease Anile, please don't expect too much from me. Give me time. My life at the moment is chaotic and as far as trying with someone - a woman - it's not something I have ever done. Women have always fallen at my feet, I have never had to work for it. I have also never felt, this.” He tugs on my hand when he says, 'this’. "This is what's making me want to try - it's you."

  Oh my! I cannot believe what he's saying! It's like winning the lottery - only this is better - it's pure. I know what he means by 'this', this strange emotional effect that takes hold. It has a mind control of its own, where you constantly think about that person, everything you do is compared to them - it's the start of a love story in my mind.

  I smile affectionately at him, showing him that I understand.

  “This is new to me to Elijah. I don’t expect anything from you. Just a little respect.” I say with a wink.

  “Well I think I can manage that.” He jokes. He kisses my hand, his lips are so soft and full. What a romantic and gentlemen gesture.

  “Why can’t you kiss me Elijah?” I blurt out. Shit!

  He stares at me, blinking rapidly - I hear his breathing turn ragged also.

  “Anile, I…” He trails off mentally. “I have so many Dark Layers and I’m fucked. I don’t want to fill your beautiful innocent mind with all my bullshit.”

  His hand trembles a little, his eyes become hooded - I don't like making him feel this way, it hurts my chest, where my heart is.

  “I'm not so innocent Elijah.” I force, trying to make him see that I have had a fucked up life too. Maybe if I shared everything about my mother and father with him, he wouldn't feel so secluded with his fucked-up-ness?

  He shakes his head while he kisses my hand once more.

  “Until tonight.” He whispers as he gets out of the car. He comes around to my side and opens the door for me.

  I *sigh*, gutted that I didn’t make any leeway but I sort of understand, that's his block mentally, and if it helps him, who am I to judge him. I'm still a virgin for many reasons. I know I'm attractive and that I could easily get laid, but my mother and father went through some pretty dark demented situations which led me to believe that you can never truly know someone - so my virginity protects me, in my own way.

  He opens the car door for me. The weather instantly hits me. It's refreshing and sunny. Cool Spring air caresses my face, alongside the beautiful aroma of Daffodils - hmmm. Oh how I need this after being locked in a car with Mr. Intoxicating Darks! He holds his hand out firmly, to help me out of the car. I refrain from taking his grip and gracefully stand flush against him.

  “Well, it seems you are the one who shows no respect Miss Gooden. Do you know not taking a man’s hand in this kind of gesture is seen as rudeness?” He jokes.

  “Well, we all get our kicks one way or another Mr. Darks.” I say joking while I swan past him. He stands open-mouthed at my hardihood behaviour. It is he who now expresses a stupefied expression. Touché! I stand on the steps leading into my apartment lobby.

  "Until tonight, Mr. Darks." I smile fondly.

  "I see that as a prohibition act Miss Gooden - that is my line."

  "You don't have dibs on the dictionary Elijah." I smile triumphant.

  He shakes his head, his mouth still agape.

  "Until tonight Princess."

  Yes, my balls are firmly in place. I no longer feel intimidated by him - well, when he's in a good mood I don't. I turn on my heel and practically run up to my apartment. I'm itching to Google Elijah again. His words linger in my mind, ‘do not just Google my name’, and I also have his number which is placed in the top pocket of my blouse - I want to hug it with glee, but I refrain from the giddy act. Lummox!

  Once I'm in my apartment, I generously spread across my sofa and fire up my HP laptop. While I wait for it to load up, I add Elijah to my contact list on my IPhone. Once the internet is live, I sit staring at Google for around five minutes - hmmm, what to type in? I decide to type Elijah Darks into Wikipedia - not much came up about him on Google but I know he's most likely to have a Wikipedia public profile, surely.

  It's my mouth that is now agape - the search is shocking to say the least.

  Elijah Darks (Mr. Darks), born May 21 1982.

  Elijah Darks Senior, Elijah’s father. Previous owner of Darks Lawyers – currently working in politics.

  Helen Darks, Elijah’s mother, deceased on 8th march 2000.

  Castor Darks, Elijah’s twin brother. Owner of Illumination Media - also working alongside his father in politics.

  Elijah’s employment –

  Elijah is a Masters Lawyer owning eighty percent shares in Darks Lawyers - the most highly recommended and pass rate Law Firm in the world with over twenty Law departments.

  Elijah was handed his family estate on his twenty-fifth birthday by his father, Elijah Darks Senior.

  Elijah has one previous wife, Adriana Whitmore.

  Elijah is currently married to Jezebel Darks (Jezebel Darks is currently undergoing divorce proceedings against Elijah Darks – divorce grounds unknown to public).

  Elijah’s hobbies are - unknown.

  Elijah’s mother's death - unknown.

  Elijah’s first divorce grounds - unknown.

  Elijah’s bar pass rate - unknown.

  Elijah being a father - unknown.

  Elijah's sexual orientation - unknown.

  Elijah's criminal convictions -

  one attempted criminal conviction from the United Kingdom Authorities - available to the public's knowledge.

  Elijah Darks and an unknown female (Jane Doe) were involved in dangerous sexual acts.

  The Jane Doe suffered numerous cuts to her feet. The Jane Doe suffered with side effects of drowning. The Jane Doe suffered with starvation for six days.

  The Jane Doe is alive and well - no charges were brought to Mr. Darks due to the sexual acts being consensual by both parties.

  Jane Doe's and Elijah Darks' statements are available to the public - click here.

  Personal profile.

  We do not currently have a personal profile on Elijah Darks.

  Net Worth.

  Elijah is currently worth £666 Billion.

  Elijah inherited £21 Billion from his father, Elijah Darks Senior.

  I have read this three times already. I'm traumatized and dizzy, completely head fucked - he has almost been convicted of dangerous sexual acts! And his mother is dead! Holy shit! Tears start to prick my eyes. Wow, this is confusing - how do I feel about him? My heart aches for him at how hurt he must be because of his mother - no wonder he thinks he's fucked up. And the Jane Doe thing! Fuck me! I need to call Derek.

  I grab my phone with jelly fingers and speed dial him.

  "Hey Sweets, you okay?"

  "Derek, are you busy?"

  "No. Are you okay Anile?" He asks worried.

  "I don't know. I need to read you something and then I want your professional opinion."

  "Okay." He elongates.

  I read him everything on Elijah, he's quiet, so, so quiet - this is not like Derek.

  "Are you there Derek?"

  "Um, yes. I'm trying to... I need to just digest this Anile. Give me a moment."

  I pant down the phone. I wonder if he will think it's fucked up too?

  "Anile, his sexual tastes are not perfectly normal, but what is sexually normal these days? I think, maybe... I think that you shouldn't judge him by this. The Jane Doe has not pressed charges against him so that is a good thing, and him not releasing a statement is just very Darks of him."

  "That doesn't really help my emotions, Derek." I say.

  "Anile, you were warned off of him by myself and Hester and you chose to pursue him. The man has more money than half of the world. He's been divorced twice. His mother is dead. He's a bloody Lawyer. What would you expect from a man of this description?"

  "Do you think I'm safe with him?"

  "Yes, he wouldn't kill you Anile, he has too much to lose."

  "Well that's comforting!
" I scoff.

  "Anile, what do you feel?"

  His question catches me off guard.

  "I feel more sad about his mother than anything. I know that people have strange ways to get kicks these days - but I naturally questioned his choice of sexual desires because the authorities were involved."

  "Exactly. How do you think you would have reacted if he told you all this, coyly - in his own words?"

  I think about his question for more than a few seconds.

  "I would have probably been a little jealous because I'm inexperienced."

  "There is your answer Sweets. Listen, my client is here. If you're not sure about anything, just stay away from him and call me, anytime - okay?"

  "I will, thank you Derek - God I do love you."

  "I love you too Sweets. Speak to you later."

  We hang up and I allow my sadness to take over my horrified imagination. I push the laptop to the side and pull my knees up to my chest. I quietly sob for a while. I feel… dejected - no other words can possibly describe how I feel right now. So much has happened with my own mother, and I thank God that she's still here - I think my own personal mummy problems are what have caused me to feel so strongly about him losing his. He must be so broken inside - how the hell does he maintain this persona of control and emotionless appearance in public?

  I turn the internet off. I cannot read anymore, I'm meant to be spending the night with Elijah - the thought sends a strange vibe through my tummy. I need to try and gather myself, rid myself of this sadness that aches inside of me for him, and also the worry of what he has done with that woman - Jane Doe.

  I put some relaxing music on. I put my headphones on and listen to the sweet melody of, Bill Withers - Aint No Sunshine When She's Gone. I cry for Elijah - I cannot help it - and before I know it, I unexpectedly fall asleep.

  I WAKE TO banging at my front door.

  “Hold on.” I shout while I try to wake myself up. Honestly, I sleep way too much.

  I glance at my watch as I race to the door and I notice it's already eight p.m.

  “Shit!” I curse.

  I open the door to find Elijah standing with a discouraging expression.