The Nobleman's Angel

Chapter 3

The ashes from the cigarette fell down to my right palm. I like using my palms as a substitute for ashtray whenever I am too lazy to move my body. A sigh slipped from my lips. My mind is clouded with fear; I know he is coming to get me again. Not now, but sooner or later.

I threw the cigarette to the trash bin. It was no use. It didn't help me calm this time. I want to drink my worries away but I am too scared to go outside again. I hate being afraid so much — it restricts me to do what I want to do, but I have no choice. It is better to be safe than to be sorry.

I remembered what happened earlier once again. It never left my mind since I got home. What if that was him? What if he has finally fulfilled his pledge to avenge? Myriad of what ifs made me anxious more. I need alcohol by now or s*x or just someone to hold. I prefer the latter but Lazarus didn't show up this night.

Only Lazarus can take my anxiety away. I remember the night I had a nervous breakdown and alone in this house, he literally abandoned his appointments to take a flight from Paris to join me. He has done so much for me and has done everything to heal me, but I am too broken; the missing pieces of my soul are still in the hands of my ex-husband.

I clasped my hands together then leaned my head to my hands. My mind is in turmoil thinking of the days awaiting me. A prisoner is on loose, killing women by taking all their organs out, as what the townspeople said. The only prisoner I had in my mind is my ex-husband. I have no news about him for a year. I do not really know, the last thing I've heard about him he would serve ten years in prison for abusing. That sentence was not enough, to be honest. I want him to rot and die inside the cellar he made himself. I lived like a prisoner in his hands and he deserves to be miserable for tearing my soul apart.

What frightens me the most is that, he had fantasized about mutilating women after having s*x with them. He was open to me about his fantasies. The brutality of his fantasies horrified me, but I loved him so much I almost became his first victim.

"Drill this on to your damn mind, Audere. The moment I step outside this prison, I'm going to blow your brains out!"

I am hearing the last words he said again. I looked up to the winter sky through the window and prayed to God to help me get through this. If only my prayers can be heard, perhaps I am now free from the past. I know he feels sorry, but he wouldn't help me. He probably did help me, I just never did for myself.

My thoughts got intruded by my cellphone. Before I could wonder who is calling me late night, the ringing stopped. I walked slowly to the side table to get my phone and saw I missed a call from an unknown number.

Weird, I thought.

I just shrugged it off and lay down my bed with my cell phone in my hands. As I run scroll my fingers, disappointment struck me. There is no any message from Lazarus. Normally, he is texting me what he is doing and his schedule, but tonight, there is nothing. Perhaps he is too busy, but if he is too busy, he can text me the reason why he couldn't stop by here.

I sighed. I sound like an i***t. We have no definite relationship but I am whining like I am his wife. It may sound absurd because I know I still long for my ex-husband, but I really want Lazarus to myself. Only this time I became possessive of someone. I was not like this before for I was submissive — I always follow to the point that I lost the essence of individuality. This time, however, I want to dominate Lazarus. I want to keep him to myself.

Am I greedy? I always ask myself. Of course I am. Lazarus made me this way. I crave for his touch and kiss. I crave for his attention and loving. I crave for his body on the top of mine. He spoiled me so much with intimacy that I am fretting every time he is not by my side to hold me. We have different lives to live and different careers to pursue, but I want him to fulfill his duty to take care of me. It wasn't his duty to begin with, however, he made it seem that way.

I bit my lip when I felt a sudden sensation inside me. All worries gone, all left in me was the desire to get Lazarus inside me. I began touching my hard n*****s through my clothes, but I feel greedy. I stood up and took my clothes off the lay down the bed again to continue what I was about to do.

My fingers automatically traced my sensitive parts. I started caressing my breast using my left hand as my other hand found its way to my wet core. Pleasure came upon me when I began massaging my swollen c**t. As I think about Lazarus and our first s****l encounter, lust completely enveloped my system.

It was a fine summer night. The heat of the summer breeze contributed sweat accumulating all over my body. Lazarus was eyeing me intently while I paint his portrait. He was wearing the same outfit he had on when I first saw him in the woods — plain white polo shirt and faded denim jeans. Lazarus' clothes were simple but his God-like face and his well-built body made his outfit expensive.

Before he invited me to come to his house to continue the business we left, we had a formal date at the coffee shop to introduce ourselves the day I first met him. Lazarus insisted I must paint his portrait, so he asked for my number, I gladly obliged. Having a very handsome client really fueled my excitement but at the same time I was anxious to paint someone as perfect as he is.

At that moment, we exchanged basic details about ourselves. I was careful to not give any hints of my past and I had no stories to tell so I just let him talk. Lazarus is a good talker and a great listener, which made me like him more. I learned that he is a taxidermist. Admiration struck me as he told me his love of certain animals that he wanted to relive them through taxidermy.

Back to that summer night, Lazarus' eyes were very intense and expressive, especially now that he was eyeing me. I couldn't look at him in the eyes so I just turned my attention into giving my painting the finest details.

Lazarus didn't like it.

"Look at me, Audere." He commanded with his deep voice.

"Why? I don't need do. We're almost done." I said. To be honest by that time, it was not even halfway done but I had to say something to cool down the fiery atmosphere.

Lazarus didn't like it again.

"I don't appreciate you averting your gaze elsewhere." His voice was calculating as well as his flaming gaze that burned my insides. I remember my heart racing fast that moment but I remained calm and indifferent.

"Then suffer. I'm just doing my job."

Lazarus didn't say anything but he continued staring at me which I did find uncomfortable. Fortunately enough, I am always good at faking expressions and it helped me act professionally but then again he did something that made me stop what I was doing.

"Why are you taking off your clothes? This isn't a nude painting!" I screamed angrily yet he didn't even budge.

"I want you to see how hard I am for you." He started taking off his jeans. I couldn't move an inch then I dropped the paintbrush to the ground as my eyes couldn't avoid his masculine body and his very hard shaft.

"Stop…" The only word I could say.

He slowly walked towards me. His long, big, and hard c**k was pointing at me. My c**t was throbbing with so lust building up in me. The night was exceptionally warm and it became hotter with Lazarus being naked.

"Paint me like this, dear artist. Paint me in your mind naked." He said seductively. Lazarus then took my hand to his c**k. We were looking at each other's eyes, understanding the fire between us.

I couldn't resist it. I couldn't stop myself. Someone possessed me that moment. Since I was still sitting on the chair, it was easy for me to stroke him. My eyes were fixated on his pleasured face.

"Damn… just like that." Lazarus touched my face lovingly as my hands move faster than ever. My v****a began to wet. I wanted to touch myself but I wanted to pleasure him more.

"Suck me." he commanded. "Suck me good."

I did. I kissed the tip of his c**k and used my tongue to pleasure the hole. My mouth found its way down to the shaft. Lazarus' manhood is big, so I remember myself gagging, but that only added to the lust I was feeling.

"I've always wanted to do this the first time I saw you." he sighed. "…and I know you wanted this too, am I right?" He pushed my head down to suck him more but I pulled my head up to answer him back.

"This isn't the only thing I want to do," I stood up to face him. "Want to know what else I want to do?" I asked him then bit my lips to turn him on.

"What?" He dared.

"This." Lazarus is much taller than me so I tipped my toes to reach him. I kissed him fully on the mouth. He opened his lips to welcome my tongue inside. Lazarus then lifted me off the ground to carry me. I put my arms around his neck for support.

He was the one who broke the kiss after a few minutes of torrid kissing.

"That was hot."

I moved my fingers faster inside me while groping my breasts hard. My fingers are not enough. Nothing is enough. Only Lazarus can make me crazy in bed.

What I am doing is disgusting to me, but I couldn't control myself. I am used to having s*x with him every night but this night is an exception. It sucks because my loins crave for Lazarus and he is not here to help me get to the heaven.

My moans are getting louder by now. I pushed another finger inside me to double the pleasure I am feeling. My head is in heaven. I couldn't think straight anymore. Lust completely enveloped my system.

However, as when I am close to coming, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"You started the fun without me?"