Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (18 page)

I feel his lips at the tip of my panty line. His fingers gently snake their way inside my panties. He pulls them a little, tugging just to tease me. My legs open, slowly, voluntarily. They have a mind and need of their own. Suddenly, I feel him stop. I stare down to meet his beautiful needy eyes. He's looking up at me for approval.

“Please Elijah, take me.” I whisper as I lay back knowing how much I want and need this. He slowly pulls my panties down and tosses them aside. I'm now naked, completely at his mercy. I now feel comfortable,
safe,
safe enough to submit myself to him in every way possible.

"I am going to make you cum Anile, tell me if you want me to stop."

"I never want you to stop, Elijah." I say breathless.

"I am not going to finger you, or fuck you, I am only going to kiss you, here," He places one finger on the queen of my sex. My Queens bud is swollen, all the blood in my body is there. The pressure is too much, I almost orgasm at the sudden contact. I buck forward but his other hand is on my chest, pushing me back down and holding me firmly in place.

"You can squirm if you like but trust me when I tell you this - the stiller you are, the more you will feel. Focus on your pussy Anile, focus on the feeling you enjoy, the feeling that sends dark shivers throughout your body. It will feel much, much more intense."

I don't think I need him to physically make me cum now, I think I just convulsed at his words - oh my God!

"Anile, you trust me - right?"

"Yes, yes I do trust you." I plead.

"Can we try something?"

I quickly look up at him. "Yes, what?"

"Open your legs as far as you can."

"What? Why?"

Okay, this is getting too intense, and embarrassing!

"Just do it." He commands.

I submit myself; I open my trembling legs, slowly. God this is humiliating!

"Stay there, exactly as you are. Stay on your back and do not move. If you do, I'll punish you."

Holy fuck! I'm speechless. If his recent mental punishment is anything to go by, I definitely think I'll stay still!

He quickly gets to his feet and leaves the room. I lie very still and close my eyes. The room feels like it's spinning. How can someone be mentally drunk off of another person? This is insane, but why do I enjoy it so damn much? I'm addicted to him, disgustingly addicted.

He returns. I hear him; I smell his scent as it fills the room.

"Look at me." He says.

I peer up at him, unbelievably shy. My legs are still open - I feel as though traffic could pass through!

Fuck me! My eyes widen to as far open as they could possibly be. He's holding
The Standing Room Basque!
It's silver, shiny - pretty in a strange way but painful looking. Barbwire is not suitable clothing - even for punishment!

"Elijah, why do you have that?" I ask in a shaky voice. I clutch at my throat.

He smiles while gazing over the Basque.

"I brought it home for you. I think you will look magnificent wearing it. And I will enjoy having complete control over your body Anile."

I swallow, hard. "You already do have complete control over me Elijah, I cannot even get you to fuck me!" I gasp.

He frowns deeply, "if you do not trust me, you do not have to wear it. I can wait."

Trust - he wants me to prove I trust him. Boy oh boy is this intense.

"Okay." I breathe.

I blink rapidly - my heart, my heart is pounding, it's a dangerous sign. A heart attack mixed with a strange dangerous orgasm - holy fuck! That must be sudden death! - Surely?

"Okay?" He says soft, questionably.

"Okay, I'll wear it."

He smiles triumphant. God that face could start a war between women.

"Close your legs."

"God you are so confusing." I say, closing my legs. I sit up for him, so he can strangely dress me in that damn barbwire Basque.

"How so?" He asks confused.

"You want my legs open, and then you want them closed - why?"

"Everything I do is for a reason."

I tilt my head to one side. "Oh really? And for what reason did you ask me to open my legs and lie still?"

"I knew that if you could lie back and close your eyes in that vulnerable position, it means you really do trust me."

I frown, "why do you think I did it because I trust you?"

"Princess, you must feel extremely uncomfortable, sitting there, naked. I can see your tiny hands trembling, your gentle tummy quivering, your beautiful cheeks heating," he lowers his head, "I know you must think it is dark of me to expose you this way, but it is all I know. I want you to trust me with your body. I want to trust you. I want to know that you will tell me to stop if I go too far."

In a strange kind of way, his method is not completely mad - well to me it's not - I understand him.

"Okay, do you want to put it on me?"

He smiles an all winning smile. "Lie down."

I frown confused. "How will you put it on me if I'm lying down?"

"I will unclasp the back and just fit it around your neck, arms and legs - the front of your body."

Fuck! This is going to be painful. I wince. "Okay." I whisper.

I lie back, tense. I close my eyes to mentally prepare myself. I feel him on me.

"Lift your head so I can hook the neck brace over you."

I lift my head, still trembling. He cups the back of my neck, holding me up. He slides the neck brace over my head and the instant cold sensation washes over me. Jesus I cannot believe I am doing this! He lays me back slowly. He lifts my arms one by one and inserts them into the Basque. The pinching sensation sort of tickles - until I move!

"Ouch!"

"Stay still Anile that is what it's for. You must not move otherwise it will pinch at your skin."

Now you bloody tell me!

"Pull your knees to your chest - do not move your upper body."

"That is easier said than done!" I gasp.

"Here."

He takes both of my legs and pulls them to my chest. His fingers are warm; I enjoy them on my skin, so much. He clasps the leg holes around my thighs, clicking them in place. It tickles my skin again until he lowers my legs. I wince again; the pinching sensation is strange.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.
I continue this mantra mentally.

"Fuck me Anile." He gasps.

My eyes shoot open. "What's wrong?"

"You look... Anile, please tell me to stop once you have had enough."

I smile, knowing that he's taken with me. My God I feel so good, and desirable - I feel like a Goddess!

"I will, I promise." I say.

He kneels down in front of me. My heart rate picks up rapidly. I start to tremble a little more but the Basque pinches at my skin, forcing me to still. He tightly grips my ankles and pulls my legs apart; his grip is a little painful but understandable - he must be sexually hungry.

"Close your eyes Princess."

I quickly submit, heat pooling around my tummy. Oh I want to be free, I want to feel a euphoric eruption - now!

I feel his stubbly chin scrape against my legs - starting at my ankles - as he licks his way down towards my groin, slowly and seductively. His stubble affects me differently from the Basque - strangely so. It tickles rather than pricks at my skin. His face suddenly meets my sex. I buck a little, deliciously shocked by his warm breath that hits my naked sex. The Basque pinches at my thighs because of my sudden movement. Oh God! I cannot breathe properly - I think this might be too much!

"I am going to kiss your beautiful pussy Anile." He says. I don't say a thing, I'm too embarrassed.

I hear him inhale deeply. My eyes spring open. Him smelling me makes me cringe a little. I flush scarlet while clenching my teeth.

He runs his finger down the centre of my sex.

"Ah," I moan, affected by his touch. It's a little painful, but nice.

“Hmmm.” He whispers as he grasps my thighs, holding them tight in his grip, opening my legs further. The Basque pinches a little but I don't care, I have mentally gone into submission.
He goes right for it,
he gently mates my sex with his tongue. Oh my, oh my fucking God!

"Ahhh." I cry out.

He licks his way up the centre of my sex, his tongue filling between my lips. I feel the wetness of my arousal drip off of his tongue and down the crack of my sex. He moves back, licking me again and again. He sucks my sex, forcing my Queens bud into his mouth - holy shit that feels good! Forgetting the Basque, I gaze down at him, dealing with the pinching sensation at my thighs because I need to see him. He stops for a second, looking up at me while licking his glistening lips.

"The pure and innocent one who tastes like the earth herself; hmmm." He whispers.

I lie back, embarrassed and desperate - oh what a combination! His lips meet my sex again, for what feels final. He doesn’t move as fast as he did last time, he takes his time, teasing me with gentle strokes upon the queen of my sex. He moves to the entrance of my soul, inserting his tongue inside me just a little. Wow that feels... strangely good!

"Please Elijah." I beg, for God knows what.

I feel myself getting so hot while I literally melt beneath him. My moans become just as powerful as the sensations. I have no control over my vocal cords.

“Ahhh.” I cry out as he comes back to the queen of my sex, and this time, he stays there, knowing I'm on the brink of explosion.

"That's it Princess, just let go." He whispers against my sex.

I try to clutch at his hair but he grabs my hands tight, forcing them down the sides of my body. I try my best to stay still but it's near on impossible! His swift yet soft motions bring me to the finish line. I finally feel the release that washes over me as his tongue hits my favoured spot. The power that comes from my orgasm is enthralling. I mentally capture every sensation as they burn through me; tingles, hot flushes, bad eyesight, trembles, dry mouth. My body feels weak, yet my mind is strong. I finally feel free for a while, and I welcome Adonis for all that he is and what he gives me.

"Oh Elijah." I cry out, bucking because I have officially lost control of my body. Elijah suddenly releases one of my hands and pushes down on my tummy just above my pubic line. It does strange things to my sex; I feel like he's almost inside me! He adds a little more pressure using his tongue and this is my final undoing. I fall into myself as another shattering explosion comes thrashing through me.

"Ecstasy." I scream. I feel like I'm going to wet myself, fuck knows why! "Elijah, you have to stop before I wet myself!"

"I don't mind - I want all of you." He says against my sex.

Oh no! "Ahhh!" I scream. My final orgasm feels like heaven itself, shattering me into a thousand pieces. My sex feels good, so damn good - all concentration is just focused on my ecstasy rush. I buck forward so hard that the Basque tightens around my neck. I cannot really breathe. I grasp my throat to try and help my breathing but it's useless. My brain is losing oxygen. I suddenly feel myself blacking out; my vision is off, blurry.

"Elijah." I whisper before I pass out.

I STIR FROM
my sleep with the most heavenly image. A red silk blanket caresses my body alongside Elijah. His arms are wrapped around me. I feel a little hot but I want to enjoy this moment, they are so rare. He looks the same but different; he has no controlling expressions and he just looks free. I'm facing him so luckily I can watch him without disturbing him. His lips are so plump, I'm desperate to feel them against my skin again. I carefully lift my finger to touch his lower lip and boy does it feel soft. Sadly, I'm torn away from this almost perfect moment and taken aback by Elijah talking in his sleep.

“Do not do this, please," he begs while squeezing his eyes, "do not make me watch you do this to her!” He cries. Tears gently make their way down his precious face.

“What do you want from me?” He screams. He makes me jump out of my skin. Fuck! I try to breathe.

I gently shake him, “Elijah, wake up.” I chant trying to save him from the darkness. “Elijah, you are dreaming, wake up.” I try again but it's no use. I continue shaking him but it's as though he really is somewhere else.

Suddenly, he shoots up to a sitting position. He opens his eyes but his eye balls have rolled back into his head. He grabs my arms and starts screaming in a different voice.

“sruoY dnA luoS reH saH reficuL, sruoY dnA luoS reH saH reficuL, sruoY dnA luoS reH saH reficuL!”

He releases my arms quickly and I now register how tightly he was holding me - that is going to leave a bruise! He flies back down to a laying position and gasps for air.

"Huuu, hahhh, huuu, hahhh!" He gasps over and over.

“Elijah!” I scream while covering my eyes with both my hands. Holy fucking shit! I'm panicked, shaking like a leaf in the winter.