Desires of the Soul

by S. L. Carpenter

  “More, harder, more….” She writhed and shook below him, begging him to go on. She wrapped her legs around his hips, not wanting to let him go.

  Growling over her, the Dark Lord began to hammer into her small body mercilessly.

  Syn tugged and pulled at the hard muscles on his back with desperate need. Her fingernails dug into his sweaty flesh, causing him to groan. “Damn, you are a great piece of ass. Mmm, I could fuck you over and over…”

  Her eyes were shut tight. Her body became rigid and tense. She was there again and began to shudder with each thrust into her welcoming folds. Every time he sank into her, the firm shaft would drag against her clit as her pussy stretched to its limits. She arched against him, her breasts pressing to his chest as he rose and fell against her.

  “Oh God, I’m coming again,” Syn cried out.

  “Fuck, I can feel your pussy tighten. Oh fuck, so am I.” With a grunt and a hard thrust he slammed deep into her and erupted.

  Her body shook as she came with him. The hot lava from his cock coated and filled her insides with scorching heat. Over and over she felt him throbbing within her. The muscles of her pussy were sore and ached from the abuse he put her through. But she didn’t care.

  Nothing like this had ever happened to her and from this moment on, nothing would be the same. She lay there with her eyes closed, absorbing all the pleasures she was feeling. The sense of being so satisfied that she was freed. To now know that the intensity of her sex was limitless.

  “You’ve opened me up to reveal a new person. Someone not so hollow, not so scared. I can be myself and know now that I’m a woman filled with passion, desire and lust.”

  “You always were that woman, Syn, you just tucked her away, sheltered her. I see now someone who knows a little more about who she is.”

  With a heavy sigh she finally relaxed and felt no more weight upon her. She closed her aching thighs and felt the slippery juices from their sex seep from within her. She rolled onto her side, curled up like a cat and smiled.

  She opened her eyes and he was gone. But the soreness in her pussy and the overwhelming urge to smile reminded her that hopefully he’d be back.

  Chapter Four

  Maggie was one of life’s stereotypical power players. She called the shots in every aspect. At work, she was the boss. At home, she was the boss. And she was aware her love life suffered from this constant need for control.

  What she longed for was to meet a man who could handle and deal with her control issues, someone who wouldn’t back down from a challenge. Her girlfriend Tasha had told her of such a man, a very different man she’d met who fulfilled desires and fantasies for her to such extremes that she would never be the same. He opened doors to her soul.

  This man seemed like a myth to Maggie because she hadn’t met anyone like that.

  At least not yet.

  As usual, Maggie was still working after eight in the evening. She finally closed her laptop and headed out the door. Her nights ended around eleven after she arrived home, changed into pajama pants and a T-shirt then nibbled on sushi or a fast food salad she picked up. Pathetic, but it was the life she chose, and honestly, the money was great.

  She stepped through her townhouse door and carried in the armload of basic necessities she’d bought at the market right next to the fast-food place that made the best salads. As she walked inside, her foot kicked an envelope on the floor.

  After setting her bags down, she picked up the envelope and read the front. All it said was Maggie. She had a slot in her door, but most of her mail went into the free-standing mailbox just outside the entrance to the townhouses.

  She shrugged, grabbed a cold wine cooler from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. Her high heels were killing her feet so she kicked them off and rubbed her soles on the carpet. Maggie shook the brown envelope, feeling something heavy in it. After taking a long drink from her wine cooler and setting it on the table, she ripped the top of the envelope open, turning it over. A golden medallion fell into her hand, along with a small piece of paper.

  The medallion felt warm. She held it between her fingers and read the piece of loose paper.

  Maggie,

  You need this.

  You’re always telling me you feel lost. That life is passing you by. If you really feel the need to be taken as never before or just can’t scratch that inner itch, let your mind wander and he will be there for you.

  Tasha

  Maggie set the note down beside her and stared at the piece of gold she was holding. It wasn’t fancy or exquisitely carved and shimmering as if it were finely polished. But something about it was intriguing. All the while she held it in her hand, warmth crept between her legs from within. Not from anything else but inner heat finding its way to her.

  Her mind wandered and she began to think about what Tasha had written. She was a normal woman with normal needs. Her hand crept up her legs and along the hem on her skirt. She just didn’t want all the hassles that came with it. She didn’t want marriage, kids and a house payment. Financially she was set, but mentally she was a mess.

  She began to slowly stroke the metal with her fingertips. Each time her finger touched the outer rim of the medallion she swore the lips of her pussy were being massaged with a tongue. With a groan she felt her inner walls tense.

  “Holy fuck.” She moaned as she kept circling the outer rim of the golden piece with her finger.

  Swallowing, Maggie became very aroused to the point of wanting ice to cool her need. She wanted to fuck—now. She licked her lips and sat upright on the couch, taking the medallion in both hands and rubbing very deliberately on both sides. Her face wrinkled as she strained to not buckle from the pressure felt against her pussy. Her legs spread apart, and when she closed her eyes, she envisioned a man pulling her legs wide, burying his face in her soaked and swollen flesh.

  Knock, knock.

  The sound shook Maggie from her stupor. What the fuck? Why now? She set the medallion on the table and went to the door. She looked through the small peephole but couldn’t see anything.

  Stupid kids, she thought as she sighed.

  “You called?”

  Maggie almost pissed her panties as she spun on her heel to see over six feet of tall, dark and muscular man before her. “Who are…? How did you get…?”

  With a thud the man put his hands to either side of Maggie’s body against the door behind her, imprisoning her. Her hand reached for the doorknob in case she needed to run. Her mind was trying to be rational, her pussy was trying to not cream from want.

  “You know who I am. If you want me to leave, I will, but you don’t want that. Do you, Maggie?”

  “How do you know my name?” His massive body leaned forward, pressing her against the door. There was something poking along her pubic bone when his groin rested against her. “You’re the man Tasha was talking about, aren’t you?”

  Maggie wasn’t the type to be intimidated. She would take control of the situation. She tried to squirm free but he just kept pressing her against the door.

  “I know a lot about you. More than you think.” His deep voice echoed in her head.

  Looking up, she stared into his eyes. They were black as night with a hint of red. She felt weak but unafraid. He grabbed her waist and leaned against her then kissed her, letting his lips touch hers.

  He pulled back and raised his large hands up her body to cup Maggie’s breasts in his palms. With a growl he smiled and squeezed them. “Damn, you have nice tits,” he said with a smile then leaned in, kissing her again.

  His lips were firm and he let his tongue venture into her mouth to tangle with hers in a wicked dance. She moaned. As he pulled his mouth away, she bit at his lip. She was in full tilt “I need to get really fucked long and hard by this man” sexual mode.

  He raised his hands higher along her arms and pinned her, wrists high against the door. “Are you ready for me?”

  “I’m ready for whatever you can dish out.”
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  “Wanna bet?” Releasing her hands, he leaned lower and dragged his fingers up Maggie’s legs under her skirt. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, he picked Maggie up. Her legs clung around his body and her wet pussy moistened his abdomen through her underwear as they kissed. He carried her to the bedroom, stopping beside the bed.

  Maggie savored their embrace. Heat burned her skin from within. Her blood boiled as the intensity of their passion rose to new heights. He let her go and she slid down his frame until she stood in front of him, hands on his wide, muscular chest.

  “Take my belt off.”

  Now we’re getting somewhere, she thought.

  Lowering down farther, Maggie sat on her bed and tugged at his belt. It was black and made of leather. Her eyes focused on the bulge along his inseam. She swallowed and continued to pull his belt loose after unfastening the buckle. She pulled it free, started undoing his pants.

  “Stop… Stand up.”

  Maggie looked up, wondering why he’d stopped her.

  He reached down and pulled her up, grabbing her wrists. Yanking the belt from her hands, he said, “Turn around.”

  Maggie turned away from him. He reached his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his palms. She stood motionless, only feeling his large frame behind her. He breathed into her ear, his voice a deep growl. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  When she reached her arms back, he grabbed them and wrapped his belt around her wrists. Her first reaction was to pull her hands away. He quickly tightened the belt strap, binding her hands, taking control of her.

  She turned to the side and saw him rummaging through the underwear drawer in her dresser. “Damn, all this fancy underwear and you never wear it.” He held a pair of red lace panties to his nose and took a deep breath. “Mmm, you’ve worn these once. I can smell your pussy on them.” Her knees buckled from his voice.

  He pulled out a long piece of black silk, a scarf she’d bought a while ago. She loved the way the fabric shimmered and was soft against her skin. He rolled it into a long, thin strip.

  She stood frozen as he reached the scarf around her face to blindfold her.

  “No, don’t do that. I don’t like…”

  With a deep voice he said, “Tonight, you have no choice. You belong to me and will give me everything.”

  The loss of control in her knees came back, and after he tied the blindfold behind her head, his hands slid along her back and down to her ass. “Damn, you have a great ass. I’m gonna love fucking it.”

  His fingers pulled her skirt up and he shoved his hands inside her underwear. His hands were warm as he groped and squeezed her ass while pulling her panties down. He moved one hand to the front and Maggie gasped when he rubbed his finger along the opening of her pussy. She wanted to scream. He kept rubbing, teasing her to the point of release.

  Maggie was helpless. She couldn’t touch or see what was happening. Her only real sense was the feel and sound of what he was doing. She was blind and could only try to pull her hands free from the binding behind her.

  She felt his hands touching the sensitive skin between her thighs as the wet underwear fell to her ankles. His hands brushed the fabric of her blouse and she could almost feel his eyes on her. He touched her lip with his finger and she tasted a tinge of salt on his fingertip. She licked the end as he moved it over her moist lips.

  “You want something else between those hot, red lips?” His tone was more powerful, and Maggie clenched tight between her legs as she became increasingly aroused.

  “Oh yes.”

  She felt him tugging at her blouse, and with a rough pull he ripped her shirt open. Buttons hit the floor and a cold burst of air electrified her skin.

  “You have any scissors?” he asked.

  Maggie was a little scared. She was tempted to scream and do whatever she could to get away. She wondered if he was going to kill her as paranoia set in. She suddenly stopped thinking of what might happen when she heard the sound of scissors being opened and closed.

  “I found them.” The sound of metal blades rubbing together echoed in her ears.

  Her body shook as she stood blind in her room. The cold feel of the scissors brushed against her neck. Terror shot through her. Every inch of her was tense. Yet Maggie was so aroused she was afraid she would come if he touched her.

  She felt the edge of the scissors brush her skin and heard the sound of him humming. The scissors traced along the edge of her bra, making her skin chill. He let a blade slip under the fabric and ride along to the strap over her shoulder. With a turn and a snip, her bra loosened on one side, releasing her breast. He did the same thing on the other side. With a final snip between her swelling breasts, she breathed deep as her bra fell away, releasing her breasts. He tugged and cut away the rest of her clothes until they were in a pile at her feet. She stood bare and vulnerable, he was taking control of her.

  “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

  Maggie was nude and aroused. Her nipples were hard and erect. She felt so alive. She was on her knees, her hands behind her back and couldn’t see a thing. All she heard was the sound of a zipper.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Maggie licked her lips and opened her mouth. Again she felt a fingertip brush her lips. “You have nice lips. I bet they’re just like the lips of your pussy.”

  Her pussy ached from his words then she felt the tip of something hard pressing against her mouth. As she opened wider, she felt the flesh of his cock spreading her lips apart. He tasted of man and she savored him. Her saliva coated and lubricated him slowly pushing in and out. He held her hair, pulled at it while she sucked him. Her throat twitched and she almost gagged as his large cock hit the back of her throat.

  He pulled out and she began to lick and suck on the swollen tip of his cock. Like being starved, she craved his taste more and more. Her wrists ached from being bound and her pussy was dripping with the moisture of her need.

  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” She slid his cock into her mouth and took it in as deep as she could without gagging then pulled back. “Fuck me…” Her voice trailed off as she licked down along his thick, hard shaft. Her hunger for him grew as she frantically tasted him.

  She felt him reach down and grab her hair, running his fingers through the thick, long black strands. He helped her to her feet and guided her to the bed. Pain shot up her legs as her shins knocked against the wooden frame. With a shove he pushed her down.

  Maggie was face down on the mattress, her cheek buried in a pillow. Her ass was up and she rested her weight on her knees. She tried to put her legs together but he moved between them, holding them apart. She lay in darkness, waiting for him. Her pussy was wet and ready. She just wanted to feel him inside her. Filling void that ached so desperately within her.

  Slap…

  The loud smack sent a stinging pain shooting up her spine. He smacked her buttocks hard. Then he massaged and caressed her round ass. He moved his finger between her legs and toyed with the back of her pussy. She wiggled and squirmed while he kept flicking his finger around her opening, teasing her to frustration. She didn’t want his finger, she wanted his cock. That big, thick thing she had just been sucking on.

  He slipped the tip of his finger into her, the juices almost dripping from within her. He toyed with her opening, making Maggie squirm. She moaned. He let out a snicker. He pulled his finger out then slid two in the same way. Moving back and forth, his fingers fucked her.

  Maggie hung her head. She was tied and submissive, giving up control of what was happening. He pulled his fingers out and her body flinched.

  He leaned against her, the heat of his chest against her back.

  “Damn, you sure have a sweet little pussy. I wonder what other treasures you have down there.” His voice was just above a growl.

  She heard him rummaging through a drawer beside the bed then felt something smooth against her skin. It was rubber or plastic—maybe.

  “I can see your ass isn’t vir
gin territory.”

  Maggie gulped because then she knew what he had found.

  Her body tensed as he slid his finger along the lips of her pussy. “I need something slippery to ease the way. Well, lookee what we have here—some scented lube. This will ease the way.”

  Maggie arched her head back as he slid the butt plug into her anus. The stretching sent shocks of pain and pleasure through her. The muscles in her legs became weak and her body wobbled. He was right, she hadn’t played like this with a man before, but when she was alone, she ventured down different paths. Most people she knew would think this too kinky or dirty.

  She felt his hands on her hot skin. He was rough and deliberate as he pushed the slippery plug into her. His fingers teased and rub her pussy as he turned the plug, He was toying with her and seemed amused by his effect on her body, there was a wickedness in his growl. Her blindness only intensified her other senses.

  He pushed her down against the mattress harder and grabbed her hips. She was helpless and so aroused that his next touch might set her off. She felt pushing around her pussy. He was almost there. With a grunt he sank his thick cock into her. The slick plug pushed fully inside her anus and now his cock filled her pussy with every thrust. Maggie was euphoric.

  She was completely vulnerable, totally at his mercy, and for some strange reason this made her more relaxed. There were no burdens from the pressure of being a sex kitten. She didn’t have to worry about what she was doing because he was in control and she could turn her mind off and enjoy the pleasure flowing through her. Like the pleasure she felt swelling in her pussy as she climbed higher into the throes of a mind-blowing climax.

  Her legs buckled and she came. He began to thrust in and out of her convulsing pussy faster, making her moan loudly. Her moans fell on deaf ears as he hammered into her, picking her body up from the bed.

  The domination caused her such agonizing pleasure that she wanted more. She longed to be taken harder, further, past her boundaries.