The Demon's Angel

Chapter 9

I now knew what Mr Graystone had meant when he had shouted after us earlier in the day.

Since the nameless woman had invaded my most intimate parts earlier, I had been utterly alone. I had tried the door handle after she left to find that I was locked in. After inspecting the room at great length, I had flopped down onto my large bed. The leather bound book lay where I had dropped it for what seemed like several hours, creting a heavy presence, despite its inanimacy.

Eventually I huffed and rolled over onto my stomach, picking up the book as I went.

At this point of my boredom, I began to rationalise to myself why it was perfectly forgivable to read the book.

The truth of it is that I was stuck . I was clearly expected to engage in some s****l act, with whom I did not know, and I came here willingly. In that moment, I resigned myself to my fate. Furthermore, I was a virgin, knew only that a man takes a woman's innocence with the hard member between his legs and I knew nothing of the act of s*x itself. In fact, it terrified me. Or it did before that day.

The memory of my body being invaded by the woman's fingers, the feeling as she pinched my senstive bud between them... If that is what s*x feels like, maybe I would not mind this new life after all.

Curiosity eventually got the best of me and I began to leaf through the beautifully illustrated pages. Each page had a title and after a short description, a picture displayed a man and woman, and in some cases multiple men and women, or women and women, and even men with men, all entangled together.

Sex was much more complicated than I had realised it seemed.

I began to imagine how I would get into some of the positions. My mind wandered freely evisioning each coupling and I found myself panting slightly. My n*****s pebbled beneath my dress. An ache built in between my legs and as I squirmed around, I noticed an excessive wetness between my legs.

Utterly embarrassed and overwhelmed by this new sensation, I promptly fliped the book over and placed it open face down on the page.

I did not know how much time passed as my mind reeled, but eventually the light outside grew dim and my eyes began to close once more.

*****

The man with hypnotic eyes has come to me again.

He still wears the billowing white shirt and naught else. I watch his eyes as they burn into me. Looking down, I hear my lips let iut a gasp as I find I am bare and spread out before him. I can feel the chill in the air on the wetness between my legs.

Before I can move, his powerful legs stride forwards. He quickly reaches the edge of the bed and he begins to trail his fingers along the arch of my foot, before lightly dragging them up the inside of my leg making the fine hairs on my legs rise.

Eventually, his blazing trail reaches the apex of my thighs and the heat of his hand can be felt at my core. I shudder and realise my eyes are closed.

I look up to meet his gaze and find his eyes completely black, I feel like I am peering into the abyss and I know I want to get lost there. My breath hitches as he takes one long finger and rubs it up my wet slit.

A shudder wracks my body and I feel as though every nerve has come alive. A groan escapes my lips and he begins to move his hand there. The slow rythem he sets causes shudders to move through me. I catch his gaze once more and just as I think I might die from the overwhelming sensation, I reach a crest and my inner walls clench hard. Again and again they pulsate as the man before me refuses to end the exquisite torment.

My screams echo in my own head and my body is spent and limp. Darkness consumes me.