Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (25 page)

Sage stops purring abruptly, as if sensing
danger on the clear path of her contentment, and Carmen sets her
down gently to pet her kittens. Their love is as sharply demanding
as it is adorably soft. Their claws are forming, their teeth are
coming in, they are getting bigger by the day, and she doesn’t know
how on earth she is going to bring herself to give them away.

It doesn’t seem fair that her happiness at
finally meeting a man she wants to be with is tainted by the sorrow
of having to abandon her other warm, loving companion. Sage follows
her into the bedroom now, and joins her dress on the bed.

Carmen walks into her closet.

Her cat isn’t the only thing she has to give up
to be with Jay. She also has to leave Seaside, and Mike
Peterson.

She sifts impatiently through her clothes. She
is searching for something at once elegant and sexy, modest but
provocative.

She told Jay she was going to call in her
resignation. It was easier than trying to explain to him that she
absolutely has to go back to Seaside one last time. She has to
clean out her desk, for one thing. She also has to say goodbye to
Beatrice, and a few other people there.

And she has to see Mike at least one last
time.

She settles for a long-sleeved black dress made
of clingy rayon that falls just slightly below mid-thigh.

She has to see Mike. She can’t just walk away
from what happened between them. She has to find some sort of
closure with him, or she’ll go crazy remembering what he did to
her, and how good it felt.

Even as she opens her lingerie drawer she knows
she shouldn’t. A lacy black push-up bra, a matching garter belt,
and black stockings are not the sort of things she should be
wearing to the office. The knee-high black leather boots she
chooses to complete the ensemble are not very corporate either, but
she doesn’t give a damn. On go her Thor’s hammer earrings, followed
by the coiling snake amulet Jay bought her last night. She wonders
if Mike will recognize his wife’s work. If he does, it will
probably make him angry to see it on her. Wearing it in his
presence is adding insult to injury, and tempting him to…

To what?

To anything, as long as she tempts him to
something! Because he can’t just dismiss her from his life after
what he made her feel yesterday.

Which is why she deliberately doesn’t put on any
panties.

‘Dios mio!’ Beatrice says when she catches sight
of her. ‘Do you have a hot date after work, or what?’

‘Is Mike in yet?’

‘No, and he’s not coming in.’

‘What?’

‘He called about five minutes ago,’ Beatrice’s
eyes shine like little black pebbles as her suspicion crystallizes
into certainty, ‘and said he wouldn’t be in today. Sorry.’

‘But I’m giving my notice today,’ Carmen
exclaims in quiet desperation, ‘he has to come in!’

Bee sets her coffee cup down, gets up, and drags
Carmen by the arm into the privacy of the vice president’s suite.
‘Okay, girl, out with it. What’s going on? Why was that guy from
D.E.R.M. here yesterday asking for you? Is he trying to uncover
something Mike and Seaside did? And then that cop insists on seeing
you. Are you in some kind of trouble? Is Mike in trouble? Did his
wife find out about you? Has Seaside violated some major
environmental taboo? Do I need to look for a new job?’

‘Calm down, Bee,’ Carmen laughs. ‘Seaside isn’t
in any kind of trouble.’ She glances longingly at Mike’s dark
office as she drops her purse on her desk. ‘The guy from

D.E.R.M. is my boyfriend, Jay Westgate, and the
cop… he’s also a friend of mine.’ A friend she won’t be able to see
again if she moves in with Jay.

Beatrice crosses her hands over her heart as if
in prayer. ‘You’re sleeping with all of them?’

‘I’d like to.’

‘You’re so bad, girl! I was right; you and Mike
are having an affair. That’s why you’re quitting.’

Carmen has begun going through her drawers, and
piling everything she plans to take home with her on her chair.
‘Bee, I’m quitting because I’m moving in with Jay and he wants me
to go back to school.’

‘This guy’s offering to support you?’

‘As long as I agree to be his slave.’

‘Very funny.’

‘I’m not joking. Do you have a bag I can put all
this stuff in?’

‘You mean you’re really not coming back? You’re
not giving Mike any notice? You two did have something going on or
you wouldn’t be running away like this. You can’t leave without
telling me, Carmen, I won’t let you.’

‘Okay, Bee, we almost did, but he stopped
himself because he loves his wife. There’s no way I can keep
working here anymore though.’

‘I’d better start calling some temp agencies,’
she agrees. ‘You need a bag for all that?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I think I have one in my desk. I’ll check.’

‘Thanks, Bee.’

Waiting for her to return, she wanders
restlessly into Mike’s dark office.

She is having serious second thoughts about
moving in with Jay, yet she can’t even begin to fight the powerful
current of his personality. She lost her balance the second she
looked into his eyes, and whatever direction he steers her in seems
to be just where she wants to go. How eager she is to surrender her
willpower to him disturbs her, yet not as much as it excites her.
The only thing that makes her want to fight his mastery over her is
the fear of losing her handsome police officer, and her boss.

She walks reluctantly out of Mike’s office.

Her morals feel like dangerously weak, burning
timbers about to crash down over several heads, but she makes no
effort to do the right thing and attempt to dampen her desires.

She is desperate to see Mike again, and the fact
that he might be avoiding her makes her furious.

‘Here you go,’ Bee waves a white plastic bag at
her like a huge handkerchief, ‘I think you can fit everything in
here.’

Carmen keeps her head lowered to hide the tears
in her eyes as she fills the bag with paperback books, magazines,
an expensive tube of hand lotion, her emergency powder compact and
lipstick, a picture of Sage with her mom, and an unopened box of
tissues.

‘I’m sorry, Carmen.’

She is ready to go. ‘Take care, Bee.’

‘Hey,’ she gives Carmen an awkward little hug,
‘you too! Stay out of trouble girl, okay?’

‘I’ll e-mail Mike my letter of resignation. Tell
him that if he calls.’

‘Oh, God, I’ll tell Louise to tell him!’

‘Whatever.’

Carmen doesn’t bother to buckle up as she skids
out of Seaside’s parking lot.

She speeds down Flagler Street telling herself
it was for the best that Mike wasn’t in the office. Yet at the same
time she consoles herself with the possibility that he will be
dropping by her apartment later, presumably to pick out a kitten
for his wife.

She doesn’t notice the flashing lights until
their electric blue wave crests inside her rearview mirror, and she
realizes a police car is attempting to pull her over.

She hits the break. ‘Shit!’ She had no idea she
was going so fast.

A small parking lot opens conveniently up on her
right, and she quickly turns into it.

The police car follows, and backs into the
parking space just behind hers.

She quickly searches the mess of papers in her
glove compartment for her insurance card and registration, then
dutifully rolls down her window and through her side view mirror
watches slender black hips approaching her.

‘I need your license and registration.’

A relieved laugh dies in her throat when she
sees his eyes. She hands him the papers, her heart suddenly beating
so fast she feels like a cat purring against her will.

He gives them a cursory glance, and hands them
back. ‘Get out of the car.’

She stows the papers back in her glove
compartment, shuts off the engine, drops her keys into her purse
and unlocks her door.

He opens it, grabs her arm, and pulls her to her
feet. They are in the parking lot of what a heart-shaped neon sign
tells her is a cheap motel, the kind that rents rooms by the
hour.

He slams her door closed, and his fingers dig
painfully into her arm as he leads her towards the building.

‘Are you arresting me for speeding, Will?’

‘No, just finishing what I started.’ He plucks a
key out of his shirt pocket, unlocks a door, and shoves her into
the room.

She walks over to the nightstand, and sets her
purse down on it as he kicks the door closed behind them.

Only a dim light filters in between the closed
blinds as she turns to face him, and her throat constricts with
feelings as she watches him remove the belt holding all his
weapons, and set it on a small table. There are mirrors on the
walls and ceiling, and her mind is suddenly as blank as the glass
through which he approaches her from every possible direction.

His voice is cold, ‘Raise your arms over your
head.’

She obeys him gracefully.

He lifts her dress off, and lets it fall to the
floor as he steps back to take her in. ‘God,’ he mutters, ‘look at
you.’ He moves close again, and shoves her across the bed. He pulls
her legs up by the ankles and pins them against his chest with one
muscular arm as he unzips his pants. He pushes them down just far
enough, and the sight of his magnificent erection affects her like
a revelation. This is the serpent that tempted Eve with the desire
for full and thrilling knowledge of herself, the determined serpent
she couldn’t possibly argue with…

Her gasp of pleasure laced with pain merges with
the rush of traffic outside as he breaks through her labia’s gentle
defenses and rams his dick inside her. ‘I knew I should’ve fucked
you that night,’ his balls slam against her vulva in rhythm with
his angry thrusts, ‘like I’m fucking you now!’

She glimpses a beautiful girl trapped inside the
ceiling’s slab of ice before the black cloud of his uniform
obscures her view as he leans into her, letting her legs fall
around him so he can brace himself. His light eyes glimmer like
sunlit water above the impersonal horizon of his mouth, which grows
harder the harder he fucks her, yet she is wet and deep enough to
take his abuse, and love it. Lying perfectly still beneath him she
absorbs his aggressive fucking, which darkens the edges of her
vision as her sensual endurance is pushed to the limit. But like
the first time Jay fucked her, the pleasure she takes in his
assault verges on the profound, as if it has much more to do with
her soul than with her finite flesh.

He straightens up and pulls out of her in one
cruel motion. ‘Roll over.’

It takes her a moment to get her stunned body to
comply.

Standing behind her, he gives her ass a hard
smack, pulls her roughly up onto her hands and knees, and drives
his dick deep into her cunt again.

She hangs her head so her long hair hides her
face as she moans shamefully beneath his vigorous strokes.

‘How many men are you fucking, Carmen?’ He
spanks her again. ‘Answer me!’

She is so open to him; it doesn’t even occur to
her that she can lie. ‘Three!’

‘Oh, is that all, just three? You love having a
dick inside you, don’t you? You live for it, don’t you?’

‘Yes!’ There seems no point in denying the
obvious. ‘And yours is the best!’

‘You like my dick the best, baby? Why do you
like my dick the best?’

‘Because I love you!’

‘What?’ He pulls out.

She falls across the bed and buries her features
in the cheap red coverlet. She balls it up into her fists as though
in one hand she is holding Jay and in the other Will, because there
is no way she can choose between them without tearing herself
apart.

‘Look at me, Carmen.’

She rolls over onto her back, bending one leg up
and letting it fall over her other thigh as she gazes up at
him.

His shirt is partially draped over his erection,
like a magician’s black handkerchief offering her body impossibly
wonderful sensations, and in that moment she acknowledges just how
much she loves believing in a man’s power over her, just how much
she loves letting it fool her senses into achieving magical
heights.

She sits up, crawls over to him, lifts his shirt
out of her way, and takes his rigid wand of flesh into her mouth.
She presses her lips slowly down around his full length, then moves
them back up to his helmet, impatiently licking off her own juices
so she can savor his creamy semen. She grasps the base of his rod
with her right hand while the fingers of her left gently caress his
soft and vulnerable balls – the deliciously heavy sack hanging
between his thighs full of his sperm’s white-gold and life’s
priceless mystery. She pumps him and sucks him for a few hungry
moments before she points his erection straight up and licks it all
the way from his hairy groin, sticky with her juices, to his slick
helmet. The inexplicable fulfillment of giving a man a good blowjob
is new to her, and she isn’t exactly sure how to handle it. Yet she
feels she is pleasing him as she makes an effort to sense where he
is most receptive to her attentions.

She throws herself passionately into serving
him, weaving a web of sensations for him with the firm roof of her
mouth, the soft, yet also tight, embrace of her lips, with her
lively tongue, her warm breath and her agile fingertips, topped
with the teasing sharpness of her nails. She also uses her throat,
whose special caress is enhanced by the subtle vibrations of her
moans as the satisfaction she takes in worshipping him just gets
deeper and deeper along with her pussy. And finally, her efforts
are rewarded by the soft, almost helpless sound she manages to
squeeze out of his hard body.

She lets go of him and sits back. His pants are
pooled around his knees, and he was holding his shirt up out of her
way, which gives her a nice view now of his muscular thighs, lean
hips and flat stomach.