Fictional Fantasies (Completed)

Episode 9: Crave

I was used to his defeated face, he wore it every day. I like it. It meant I was in-charge and he was my patsy. He rounded the corner with the same old stupid wooly hat over his blonde curls and of course, his eyes were downcast.

Then he tilted his head upwards. That little rise in the corner of his mouth, he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment his eyes sealed with menace.

And then he said, "It would be nice if we'll facing the same fate here, Sasha."

"What are you talking about?!" I can't hide the panicked in my voice when he step forward.

The left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards, creating a sinister smirk on his god like face; casting a spell of lust to eyes that dare look at his way.

And I am not an exception. For I was tempted to his alluring deep set of chocolate orbs. Ironic how I can give an account of words to his nerdy face yet mysteriously fascinating at some point.

"I was such a cute pet of yours these past few days. Truly, I'm damn liking it, but you already reached the edge of my pity. I have to put an end to this little game of ours."

His words shocked me. The nerdy guy in front of me unraveled his mask. This is the real him and I'm quiet surprised but more on scared at him.

Who wouldn't?

Again, a grin spread over his face, wide and open, showing his over-whitened teeth. I know in that moment, his motives were laid bare.

He mocked my stupidity for I was took him as a fool and branded him as an inferior creatures whom I think I can stomped with.

I was wrong. I was wrong all along. And here I thought I was the one who controlled the game where in fact, I'm not. It's him. He got some cards in his sleeves that I didn't know.

How idiot of me.

Every nerves of mine was feeling the same intensity he's giving me. Dark and intense. But more on something I can't carefully arranged into specification.

How I wish I could escape.

But when I tried to run, I'm already caught by his embraced with a tight grip on my waist.

"Didn't notice my trick coming, Sasha?"

I only hissed and tried to get away from his grip through kicking and wiggling my hands, but no avail.

I was such a weak woman compared to his lean body and muscles. Didn't know that this nerdy guy is one of a hella strong and cunning.

My fault to blame. For I trusted my own stupidity that this guy is a good pet 'cause his figure with that baggy clothes and rounded glasses is enough to mistook him as a weakshit.

"How dare you, nerd?! f*****g let go of me!"

A laugh broke throughout his lips. I can't see his face 'cause I was placed in front and hugged by him.

What's this psycho thinking?

"I became your silhouette in every pace of yours, Sasha. But you didn't know the lies beneath the shadows. It's not you who take me for granted, for I was doing the same deed, but much worse than yours."

"Damn you, Paul!" I muttered with a hard tone.

"Do you want me to get into vital details, Sasha? Want me to elaborate what I gained being with you?" His baritone voice held a warning bell, feels like a heavy thunderstorms that will utterly lay a ripped hurricane, causing a widespread destruction.

I cursed him multiple times, but I only got a deep chuckle like he's enjoying this struggle of mine.

How I want to rip him off to pieces.

"I got your phone. Hacked it and manipulated it for the greater good, of course. I used your account to broke up with your f*****g boyfriend."

His words made me stilled. That previously unknown facts surprised me in a dramatic way which lead me into madness that sweep me over.

"I so f*****g hate you, Paul!" I yelled, voice filled and engulfed by anger.

"Baby..." I got goosebumps when he said that in a discreet tone.

"I did you a little favor, Sasha. That guy is not good for you." He mumbled, and the air he expelled from his mouth keep on brushing to my skin. The contact cause me to injured, but funny how it soothe me in undenying comfort means.

"And do you think, you are fit for that word?" I fired back in between my gritted teeth.

"Because I am, Sasha. I'm the only one who deserve that word and of course, you."

I rolled my eyes beyond ditch. Not this smooth talks with sweet tongue, please. It's damn annoying.

"I still hate you. Let me go now, Paul!" I once tried to kicked him, but his fast reflexes pinned me in no time. Paul jailed my limbs through his.

"No." He said firmly. "Not a chance."

He smells my neck, tickling me in the process.

"f*****g stop that!" I groaned in protest, but didn't know that it will turned into a moan when he give my neck a light prod, but this time, it was in severe degree of hard kiss, sucking it deeply while licking afterwards.

"You don't know how much I wanted you so bad." His sudden blow of revelation arrested me and put me into an astonishing chamber.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Baby, I want you."

I muttered some swearing cuss, but this man doesn't care a bit at all.

"I can't let you slipped away from me again."

His words are killing me!

"In this dark room where no one's around, let me make love to you."

I labeled myself as an imbecile 'cause when he quit holding me and he, himself, force me to face him, I didn't flinch nor try to break free from his arms.

Paul held my chin, lift it up to level it to his bottomless chasm intense eyes.

It feels like I was under his spell. That eyes were wicked and immoral, leading me to commit a sin.

"Baby, I'm dying to be inside you. I crave for you and it's worse than you thought."

I can't understand myself! I was nailed frozen on my spot because of his high level charming chants. I can imagine the top of my head popping a warning bell.

But the moment that he captured my lips, everything seemed to freeze and my whole being got in an error state.

Something's deep within me is screaming that his kisses are dangerous and captivating. But circumstances complied on his deed when I just found myself kissing him back.

I can feel how he smiled between are contact lips.

And now, all the inhibitions got vanished. I became his submissive pet for this new game of his, in which the two of us can have a mutual benefits.

That's how an unholy mess began.

Everything happened so fast. A low continuous purrs expressed my contentment when Paul didn't stopped worshipping my folds using his wrong doer tongue.

Using his fingers, he parted my bald cunt and without any word, he entered my flesh again and tongue f**k me while his free hand keep on massaging my t**s.

"Ahh! It's so f*****g good." I gave a low moaned of desperation when he suck my c**t and draw some circles around it, while fingering me now using his crude two fingers.

I extended my legs to spread more while Paul persist to his business and still facing my genitalia, circulating his tongue around my mound. It permeate throughout around and overrun to pervade in every part of my cunt that was already wet for him.

"Damn you, nerd! How can you be so expert about this?"

He only suck me up, lick and lap to a greater extent with a fast flowing long narrow flame and turbulent rough as his replied.

Well, that's pretty delectable answered. I couldn't disagree more.

The way he explore in my feminine is totally turning me on in a complete disaster. And he also seems to enjoy what he's doing. Paul make his tongue harder and edge of it feels like a knife that recommence to his business before dropping in inside my wet core mixed with his saliva.

My walls were clenching every damn time his sweet tongue travel in every parts of my p***y.

And when his free hand crawled back to my torso, and seize in my beating erectile c**t, he rub it with the same force of his tongue.

That's the moment I felt like something was bursting out inside me.

Little did I know, I came on his tongue that resumed to f**k me.

I was breathing hard together with my intoxicated eyes as I look at him. I eyed him when he settled his self on unbuckling his belt.

I am still affected by the lust to the extent of losing my control in the occurrence, and was way too drunk to the luscious ecstasy of the subside orgasm when he positioned his self to me.

I know some positions and this one didn't flee from my knowledge.

"Valedictorian?" I asked him and he just give me a smirk.

Moreover, from this missionary position, I raise my legs and extend them straight out, forming a V.

From our position, I saw how he slowly penetrate me and after then, this position allows us for a good body contact with my vulva, being f**k by his d**k.

To make it hotter, I grab my ankles to give me stability that added a stretch boost of sensation for the both of us.

It was just a minute of adjusting to his length when he pounded hard, fast and rough.

I never thought that this nerdy guy can be this wild in bed. But the difference was, I'm in the table lying and he is f*****g me without remorse.

How can be this man became so bold and daring in one snap? He became dangerous and ruthless that I never thought he can.

This day is our dark and stormy night. His thrust was yearning, unbreakable, and unstoppable that I can't do anything but to moan in the midst.

Our moans and groans clouded this unused room.

He drove me in and out, each push was powerful like a lightning strike that can electrified me beyond words and kills me beyond moves.

His every lunge was impulsive and violent. It was as if punishing me for doing something bad to him that I didn't know. Nor have a slightest idea.

His strong lunge was like a thunder that boomed inside my core. He became drastic and greedy for his desire.

And I became a willing victim to his plunge, without me knowing that he's already marking every inch of me in his own scruffy terms.

Our breathing became uneven, and the sensation that slowly pricking every bits of me indicate something. I know he feel the same way too.

My walls clenched when I'm too close to my zenith, and Paul kept on f*****g me the way he wanted it to be.

Both of us reached our climax. He was panting when he pull off his shaft inside me.

Staring into his eyes, I was shocked to say that I found nothing inside. Nada. It was like looking inside a depth of ever ending darkness combined with a large amount of charcoal being thrown at your rosy red cheeks.

I blink, attempting to think that this was a small side effect of my paranoia, but nothing changed. His eyes were black. Pure and empty unlike earlier.

"Get dress 'cause I'm done f*****g you. We're quits now, Sasha."

He said he'll be gentle. No, he didn't. And he said he craves for me, for my body, yes, but not for my affection.

He's a monster full of lies and cunning games. Which I regret for falling for his trap. I shouldn't have done this mistake in the first place. 'Cause right now, I'm tasting the consequences of my action. And the casualties is myself, my everything that I gave to him on my own free will.

I've been played, stabbed, cheated, burned and broken, but somehow, I still wish my heart to works.

For you, I was a chapter. But for me, you were the book.

Guess, everything back fired to me for he became my karma.

I never knew I could feel so much pain, and yet be so in love with the person causing it.