Dark Layers (Volume 4) Page 5

  That's a good thought. I still my body and think back to the first time we made love, the way his hands glided all over my body, his fight to kiss me, his intensity. This man was built to love, he's so... passionate and hands on with me, in everything. I close my eyes while the hours pass.

  "Are you falling asleep?" I hear Elijah say, almost in a whisper.

  I think I am, I'm so tired. I don't reply, I let myself glide into my dreams, and hope that I can have a nice dream, a dream of nothing, a dream of Elijah and I, our future.

  THE SHOWER IS WARM, and needed. My sex is sore, my mind clouded, they are both in need of cleansing. Once I'm all soaped up, I step under the water flow and wash away all the soap suds, the water is so soft.

  The past week has flown by. It's been exactly seven smooth days since Elijah and I moved in together, and it has been interesting; sex, lots of sex, love... and more sex - a girl couldn't wish for anymore. I have been insuring I don't lose it like I did the other night, I need to grasp control of my damn emotions, because it isn't only me who is being punished, Elijah is suffering too.

  This morning I woke alone, Elijah must be downstairs. I didn't call him, I wanted to get cleaned up first. I step out of the shower and run my eyes over the day through the frosted bathroom window - it's raining outside, it's grey and the sky is covered with heavy clouds. I don't mind the rain, it helps me think properly. I grasp Elijah's towel from the towel radiator - the towel with his initials embedded. I smile to myself as I rub the soft Egyptian cotton all over my body. I dry my hair with Elijah's bathroom hairdryer and set it behind my shoulders - my curls are in full force. Once I'm dry, I glide out of the en-suite and into our bedroom, naked. I stop in the middle of our bedroom and think for what to wear - I want more love from Elijah, lots more, so I need little to no clothing. I reach the wardrobes, beside the bedroom door, and immediately grasp one of Elijah's shirts, a nice crisp white one - I forget the underwear, easy access is always desired by both parties. I slide the soft ironed cotton over my arms and wrap it around myself, I don't bother with the buttons. I pull the collar up to my mouth and inhale deeply, hmmm, it smells nice, like fresh air, mixed with a hint of sweet perfume. I grasp my phone off of the bedside cabinet and make my way downstairs.

  "Elijah?" I call out, "Elijah!"

  I reach the first floor, the marble tiling is cold on my bare feet. I call Elijah once more but he's definitely not home - where could he be? While texting him - asking where he is, I want round two - I slowly glide out of the hallway and turn into the kitchen - I'm starving. For some unknown reason, I turn and gaze over into the living area because I don't feel alone - and my blood boils to over one-hundred degrees because I'm not alone! There is a woman erotically sprawled out over my sofa, dressed in lace black and red underwear, and thigh high stockings to match. Her hair is so black and long, and her face - I grit my teeth - she's fucking gorgeous. I'm going to fucking bust Elijah's balls!

  "Who the fuck are you?" I snap, storming over to her, muscles burning in my tense arms and legs, eyes wide.

  She is beyond shocked, her mouth is wide open. She tries to cover her half naked body with my white silk blanket - and the cheeky cow makes no effort to get up off of the sofa! I have never in my life wanted to pull someone's hair out, but there is a first time for everything!

  "You had better put that down - it's mine!" I snap, narrowing a firm finger at her. I'm only a few feet away from her, but I need the distance. If I get any closer, I fear I will hit her.

  "Anile, why are you here?" She asks in a sexy, husky voice.

  "How the hell do you know who I am?" I gasp.

  She shuffles to the edge of the sofa, long legs hanging over the edge. She places the blanket carefully on the floor and crosses her arms in a desperate attempt to cover herself up. She doesn't answer me. I eye her for a moment, and appreciate her beauty. Jeez, what the hell is Elijah doing with me when he can get a woman like this? Maybe she doesn't do everything like you, stupid! I shake my head at the thought of being a perfect submissive.

  "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here." She says, and it shocks me that she thinks she can arrange to fuck my man while I'm out!

  My mouth is in a firm o. "Um, I don't know Love, maybe because I fucking live here! What the hell are you doing, half naked on my bloody sofa?" I scream.

  "I was -" she's cut off, by no one other than Elijah Bastard Darks.

  "She's here for me." I hear him say from behind me.

  I turn and narrow my eyes at him. He's leaning against the archway into the living area. He's looking fresh, white linen trousers, a black, Ralph Lauren polo neck, messy just fucked hair - although I wonder how his hair looks just fucked when the supposed spice of the week is on my fucking sofa!

  "Care to explain this?" I cast my hand over the God created woman.

  He points to my hand. He's smiling, he looks like he wants to laugh.

  "Trust me when I tell you this, Elijah, if you laugh, I will slap you silly!" I warn, teeth gritted.

  "Princess please, check your phone." He says, a chuckle still lingering on his pouted lips.

  From: Elijah

  An Eve Delilah will be paying me a visit at the house today - she may be indecent. The damn woman will not leave me alone, so I thought I'd send her to you, maybe you can persuade her to back off. I would love nothing more than to teach the bitch a lesson, but, I am now spoken for, so the idea seemed inappropriate. X

  To: Elijah

  Then let's teach the bitch a lesson! X

  Cheeky fucking bitch thinks she can come into my house, take my man, and then leave with nothing short of an orgasm! No damn way!

  "Very well, Elijah," I say, a smile on my lips - this is so fucked up of us to do this, "maybe you should take her, here, now," I shrug my shoulders, "at least if I watch, there are no secrets. And I suppose if your spouse is aware, it's not really cheating, right?"

  "You know, Princess, I think you are right. I'm glad you came around so easily." Elijah says serious, but I can see the humour in his eyes.

  "You want to watch?" Eve says in a very high pitched tone - she's shocked.

  I walk right up to her and tower over her gorgeous body. "Maybe I could join in?" I joke. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to laugh.

  Strangely, she smiles up at me, revealing a beautiful set of perfect white teeth. "I don't mind sharing." She whispers to me, too low for Elijah to hear.

  I take a large breath, and desperately try not to slap her.

  "Elijah, do you have anything... BDSM, in the house?" I ask serious. I want to tie this bitch to the damn ceiling!

  "What did you have in mind?" He asks.

  "Perhaps something to tie, Eve here up. I want to have my wicked way first - although Eve, you may have to guide me, I'm very inexperienced." I say angelic.

  She rises to her feet, her face an inch from mine. She smells sweet, like tropical flowers mixed with strawberries. I really like her perfume. She eyes me for a moment, then, rakes her long red nails through my curly hair. Her touch is strange, it forces unknown muscles inside my tummy to tense involuntarily. I swallow hard.

  "You actually want to do this?" She whispers.

  I exhale sharply. "Why not?" I say, trying desperately to exude strength, but I know my voice is weak.

  "And you, Elijah, you want to do this? I know you are a man of your word, I'll take yours over, little, Anile's here."

  Cheeky cow!

  "You have my word, we are doing this - but only if you want to, Eve."

  She smiles, she's so sexy looking, her dark eyes are inviting, smouldering - I'm a little jealous.

  "Anile, I will show you anything you want to see - I am a sex dictionary. Being inexperienced is sometimes fun." She winks at me.

  Fuck me! She's stunning, and experienced! Could my self-esteem possibly get any lower?

  Eh hello, are you trying to play Devil's Advocate? What if Elijah gets off on this shit, huh? Then what will you do? Inve
st in a second woman? Because I'm pretty sure that Elijah will not settle for a blow up doll - jeez woman!

  My mind is speaking to me in an awful tone. I don't like this, it's a pure game of Elijah, and it's going to be trouble, I know it. But I can only hope that we will pass this test in one piece. I turn away from her, slowly. I don't want her to know that we are teaching her a lesson. I peer around and notice Elijah has left the room, - holy fucking shit! It's just the Serpant and I alone.

  Chapter Five

  "SO, ANILE," she says in a seductive voice, "what would you like to do to me? Touch my full, swollen breasts? Taste them?" She slides her index finger over her cleavage. "Or maybe you would like me to suck your sweet pussy? It feels different when a woman kisses you down there, trust me. It's intense, hot, fuzzy. I know what you want, I know how it feels to cum that way, I know how to kiss you properly."

  I feel her at my back, her warm naked skin almost on mine. Bizarrely, my sex starts to pulsate. My God, this woman isn't only beautiful, she's sexy, sexy as hell. I take a large breath. I turn to face her. I lean past her stunning face, catching a glimpse of her almost grey eyes. I touch her ear with my lips.

  "What would you recommend?" I whisper, desperately trying to not lose control.

  Still close to her, and unable to move, she slides her hand inside the shirt that I'm wearing. She trails my tummy; her fingers are soft, her nails tickle against my tender skin - fuck, I'm actually getting hot! I'm starting to wonder how it feels to have sex with a woman, I'm curious! Is this right? She glides down my tummy, all the way to my pubic line. I think to stop her, but my hands just won't move. She rakes her fingers through my pubic hair, and shockingly, presses hard against the queen of my sex. The pressure is good, intense, it forces a strange vibe to thrash throughout my sex. I grab her wrist, but, I don't push her away. With her other hand, she presses against my chest and pushes me until my back meets the French doors. I feel the coolness of the window on my back, it's the only part of my body that has any sense of coldness. She licks the side of my face, and unknowingly, I close my eyes. Her tongue is warm and wet on my skin, it feels so strange. I feel her smile against my cheek. She tenderly slides her finger through my pubic hair again, all the way to my Godly entrance.

  "Feels good, doesn't it, Anile?" She whispers.

  I say nothing, I do nothing but pant. I want to cum so badly, my sex is fizzling deliciously. I want to cum this way. Fuck, what's wrong with me? She rolls her finger around the entrance of my sex - it feel good, holy shit!

  "Hm, you are wet. You like this," she inhales deeply, "trust me when I tell you this, I can give you a better orgasm than Elijah can." She whispers, and without warning, she presses hard and enters me with only one finger.

  "Ah." I gasp lightly. "Stop, stop." I plead breathlessly.

  "Are you sure you want me to?"

  With her finger still inside me, I nod, I cannot speak another word. I open my eyes and stare into hers, her grey, grey, sexually intense eyes. She pulls out of me slowly. She licks her lips and places her finger inside her mouth.

  "So fresh and salty, did you just shower?" She asks while licking her finger. "I can taste the remains of soap on you, mixed with your juices."

  My eyes are wide, my mouth dry. This is so damn wrong! With her finger still inside her mouth, she turns away from me and moves back to the sofa. She elegantly takes a seat and pats the empty space next to her.

  "Come and sit with me, pretty little Anile." She orders in a sultry voice.

  I cannot move, I'm stuck to the window, gazing disgustingly at her beautiful, perfect olive skin.

  "Here we go, a table for the submissive." Elijah enters the room, cradling a black table that's at least seven foot long, maybe two foot wide, and he is blissfully unaware of what just happened. I stare over to Eve.

  "I won't tell." She mouths with her blood red lips, and she winks at me. Fuck me that woman should work for the Devil! - or maybe she does?

  I swallow hard. "You need to leave." I order Eve.

  She leans back and crosses one leg over the other, revealing a thong in a tight arse.

  "Oh come on, Anile, you don't really want that." She says seductively.

  "Anile? Are you alright?" Elijah asks.

  I steal a look at her, but only for a moment. "You need to leave." I say as serious as I can.

  She shrugs her shoulders and collects a little red clutch bag from beside her. She opens it and pulls out a card. She elegantly rises to her feet and walks towards me and passes me the card. She leans closer to me, her lips almost on my ear.

  "You can call me if you want me to fuck you properly." She whispers into my ear.

  A hot shiver rushes through my sex - it's uncomfortable but sexual. She walks away from me, over to the archway that leads to the front door and eyes Elijah.

  "Goodbye, Elijah." She says walking past him.

  He's confused, his frown knitted deep. Once I hear the front door close, I make my way over to the sofa and fall into it seizing my face in one hand.

  "Eh, what was that all about?" Elijah asks confused.

  He comes over to me and takes pride position next to me. He pulls one leg up onto the sofa and leans in my direction. He eyes me shrewdly.

  "Anile, what just happened?"

  I narrow my eyes at him. "That woman just fingered me!" I gasp.

  To say he looks shocked is an understatement. His mouth is wide open, and his eyes, almost popping out of his head.

  "And you let her do that without me present?"

  I whack his arm and roll my eyes - men and their fantasies.

  "It's not funny, Elijah."

  He shakes his head. "I know it isn't, I don't want to share you with anyone - not even a woman!"

  Oh shit! "Are you mad?" I frown.

  He blinks rapidly. "No, I'm shocked."

  I lean back against the sofa and relish in the comfort. I *sigh*.

  "You and me both."

  I start to laugh a little, but get louder and louder. I seize my tummy because it aches with my giggles.

  "What's so funny?"

  "Eve," I try to stop giggling, "she thinks she can give me a better orgasm than you can!" I continue to laugh.

  "Are you fucking kidding me? She actually said that?"

  I peer over at him and cannot contain myself. I burst out laughing so much I almost wet myself.

  "Right Miss Gooden, spread them beautiful legs."

  I thrash my head in his direction. "You are so damn crude!"

  He slides off of the sofa and onto his knees between my legs. He grabs my ankles with a tight grip and pulls my legs wide open. I immediately stop laughing and start panting while my body heats. Holy shit, I want this so damn bad, I'm horny beyond means!

  "Elijah, I should have another shower." I say embarrassed.

  "There is no need, Princess, look outside." He says.

  I turn and gaze through the French door windows. It's raining hard, and the grey patio area is a little flooded.

  "Ever fucked in the rain?" He says serious.

  I look back at him, staring down between my naked legs. "Well, unless you took me while I was unconscious, no." I joke.

  He smiles viciously. "I love that only I have had you."

  I flush on cue.

  "Come." He orders.

  He releases my legs and takes my hand, pulling me onto my feet. He walks towards the black table and I worry he's going to tie me to it - I want to touch him, hold him in my arms. He collects something pink that's in the shape of a microphone; it's plastic.

  "What's that?"

  "All in good time." He says, pulling me towards the back doors. He turns to look back at me and winks. When he does that, I always fidget and bite my lips, it's so hot. Such a small gesture but I find it so erotic.

  We reach the French doors and he pushes them open. The immediate cold air hits me; it's fresh, and the smell of rain is nice. I inhale deeply. Without warning, Elijah picks me up and tosses me over his shoul
der.

  "Elijah!" I moan, my tummy already aching against his shoulder collar. I grasp his polo shirt between my fingers and allow him to just carry me - I mean, it isn't like I could actually fight him on this!

  My shirt dampens from the rain, it's cold on my back. The material clings to my sensitive skin, but I like it. Elijah walks over the patio area and across the wet grass. I peer around to see where he is going. I spot a rocking, black wicker, outdoor love seat and smile giddily - he's such a sweetie, a real romantic. We reach the love seat, the huge cream cushion is absolutely soaked with the days rain. He throws me down onto the seat and I rock backwards.

  "Elijah!" I gasp while trying to grab him.

  He laughs his head off, thrashing it back while clutching at his tummy. I place my hands flat against the cushion - it's soaked. What is he thinking? Bizarrely, he starts to remove the top of the seat, the only thing that's protecting us from drowning in the rain.

  "Elijah, leave that on!" I moan.

  "And why would I do that? I want you wet all over." He says, throwing the cover onto the grass.

  "Take off my shirt." He orders, and as always with his sexual commands, I obey. I slide the wet material off of my arms, slowly. I peer up at him and smile while I toss the shirt onto the wet grass - I'm expecting a spanking.

  "Lay back, Princess."

  Okay, no spanking, but we still have hope. I decide not to lay back, I turn on my front. I shiver at the coldness on my tummy, the cold water mixed with the chilly wind on my back is stealing my nerve system.

  "So, you want it like this? That's fine by me. Face down, arse up." He jokes.

  My eyeballs almost pop out of my head at his order, and because I don't move, he slides one arm around my waist and takes a hold of my tummy. He pulls, forcing my derrière into the air. I try to lift my head up off of the wet cushion, but his hand meets my back just below my neck, and harshly, he forces my face into the cushion.

  "I told you, face down, otherwise I will tie you up this way." His voice is low, purring.

  I can hear the rain in the background, I can feel it on my back - this is so damn erotic. I start to pant lightly, and I try to accept my new position. He starts to glide the tips of his fingers down my spine, his nails grazing my skin. I start to shiver, not because I'm cold, but because I'm desperate.