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Fiction: Figments 8 |
Posted by
Meranda_Jade on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 04:09 AM PST
As I awakened, I was aware of softness all around me, the feel of satin against my bare skin. I was still naked, my hands were still cuffed behind my back, and there was a hard wall of heat against me. I tensed as I felt a hand draw my hair away from my neck and slide over my shoulder and down to the small of my back. The hand moved around to caress my stomach; the arm attached to it pulled me closer to the body I knew was behind me.
"I know you're awake."
Daemon's soft voice would have been a relief if I weren't as wary of him as I was. It was better than the insane Javen, all things considered.
"I want you to stay calm and hear me out. No fighting."
His hand moved to nestle in the valley between my breasts, fingers kneading gently at the soft fullness of one pert mound. My breath caught as the tips of his fingers tweaked one aching, taut nipple. My heart fluttered as I grew more aware of the molten heat spreading from my middle and every nerve ending on my body came alive.
"I'll listen, Daemon. Stop touching me. We can't have a rational discussion if you're intent on seducing me."
I opened my eyes and saw that it was the room I'd been in when Javen first found me.
"Why are my hands still bound? Don't you trust me?"
I shivered as his lips softly caressed my sensitive neck. He shifted his body slightly and I felt the hardness of his arousal pressed firmly against my backside. It was then I fully realized that he was naked too.
"Daemon, don't. Don't do this. Please." I hardly knew what I was afraid of, I just felt terror-stricken at the thought of being intimate with him. If I still had a soul, here was where I would lose it.
"Shhh." Daemon whispered in my ear.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you."
He leaned over me and stared into my upturned face with his deep blue eyes. They were filled with a distant sadness and a deep longing.
"At first, I wanted to capture you and use you for my own purposes. Javen thought he knew what those purposes were, based on his own foul nature. I never wanted to make you a slave. I wanted you to desire me, the way I desire you."
His mouth descended on mine with a bittersweet urgency, capturing my lips in a devastating wave of sensation. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue seductively stroked the corners of my mouth in a silent plea for me to open to him. I stopped thinking altogether when I released myself and was lost in the ripples of pleasure that swept over me as his tongue mated with mine in a surge of ferocity.
I was vaguely aware of his hand sweeping over the swell of my hip, his fingers gently brushing the curls between my thighs. When he touched the tender bud between my petals, I froze. Terror filled me and I screamed as my whole body tightened. My hands strained at their bindings as every muscle in my body tensed. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" I kept repeating it, the words rising to a hysterical screech.
Daemon's eyes were wide with shock and concern as he grabbed my arms and shook me slightly. "Lauren! It's okay, it's me. I AM NOT YOUR FATHER!" he shouted.
He cradled me close to him, rocking softly.
"I'm not here to hurt you. You made me, remember? You've been struggling with me ever since. You made Javen to stop things whenever they got too intense for you. You didn't call for him this time. Is it because he went insane, or is it because you're finally ready to let me heal you?"
His fingers stroked lightly down my back as I shook uncontrollably, my head tucked into his arms like a child. Daemon sighed.
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Re: Figments 8
by Merry_Widow on Nov 20, 2003 - 10:04 AM
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The thing I like best about this story is the exporation of the brains creations to deal with the desires people have problems admitting to. Very cool, MJ.
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