Stillness of the Night

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Arrivals

Even as Alaina sits to write her parents her letter, our magician busies himself preparing. He looks his body over in the mirror, having stripped down to his bare olive flesh. His left nipple is pierced, and he slides the usual chromed titanium hoop out, replacing it with a polished onyx piece, sharpened on both ends. He also slides a larger gauge bar into the piercing that weights the base of his flaccid cock. He dresses, naturally, in a manner that is carelessly casual. His shirt is a black seuded linen, with a very high thread count, heaven to roaming fingers. The french cuffs are held shut with a pair of glinting cufflinks, done in burnished steel and copper, two rubies on either end of the links are clasped by ornate copper claws. They are tucked into a pair of black jeans which seem to have suffered, greatly over the years, though that look is in the height of fashion now. He moves a few handfuls of cards and notes from a seude wallet to a slightly older leather one, attaching the wallet to his belt with a chain made of hundreds of tiny articulated silver links. He looks himself over in the mirror, trusting his own scent to win her over, though the clothes carry with them the smell of his apartments, frankensence predominating over other herbal scents.

He gives himself a wicked grin in the mirror, and prepares a few surprises, hoping of course that the room-mate will be in as well. He loves to put on a show. His sleeves hold two pale white orchids, the very outer petals tinged with red, the plants sex organs helping to highten the plants already blatant suggestion of an inflamed needy vulva.

Reuben drives a luxury sedan of recent make, though not nessecarily last years model. The seats of it are gray leather, and the exterior itself is like smoke. He is, truth to tell, just a bit nervous though it only seems to make him look more assured. He lights a clove cigarette, smiling as it snaps into life. He finishes it, taking his time to arrive precisely on schedule. He alights at the dorm at the precise right moment give or take, and decides against his usual method of entry, which is just to come in.

He knocks, with a broad smile on his face.

Soo Kim answers the door, in a pair of sweats and an over-sized t-shirt. She rushes to the door, before Alaina even realizes what is happening. Reuben gives her an impish grin and takes her hand before she has a chance to realize it. He palms one of the orchids into her hand as he kisses it, his lips brushing over her flesh, "Enchanted. You must be Soo Kim. I've heard a great deal about you..." He gives her a conspiratorial wink, "And where is exactly is the guest of honor this evening.

He turns and his eyes devour Alaina's as she...

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New ending style because I'm feeling frisky.

Be naughty,

-D-

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina watches her friend open the door, she hears his voice and feels the nervousness of the moment assail her again. Her palm presses itself against the raging flutter in her stomach and she bites down on her bottom lip, as she stands to wait for Soo Kim to let him in. Her friend moves away from the door, and gives Reuben the view he now stands looking at.

She gazes over at him. His dress casual only complimenting her own. Though her dress is rich in color and texture, and the jewels in price, she is not at all uncomfortable by the manor of clothing he chose for their evening. Alaina does feel something though. The feelings rolling in her speaks volumes and she wonders if Reuben can hear them. The sparks are still there at least for her they are. The fire, the heat, the want to feel him against her once more. She sees his mouth, wants to feast upon it, but she bites back the urge and steps closer to him.

“The flowers are lovely Reuben,” she nods to the one that her friend holds as well as the one she’d places on her desk. “Thank you.” Her voice soft and quiet, the timid side of her emerges to try and run over the passionate one that first showed itself when he made his presence known. Long lashes cover her eyes as she breaths deep his aroma and she feels her body's wish to melt against his. She opens her eyes stares at him and closes the distance that separates them.

Soo Kim melts into the background, her eyes only for the man in the room. His whole being speaks of power and assurance. She needs to have this moment with him, to know more about him, to not share him with another. Her eyes speak the words she can not, and Soo Kim no longer exists as the world spins around them and she extends her hand to his.

“Welcome Reuben,” she whispers, her voice just barely audible as she waits for his touch.

 

[devilsargument]

Melting

Reuben's smile turns wolfish as Soo Kim steps to one side, revealing Alaina in a ravishing red dress. He watches Alaina take a faltering step towards him, as she speaks, hesitatingly.

He moves closer, fluid graceful, brushing by Soo Kim, his forearm brushing over her in the tight confines of the dorm's entryway, though he doesn't seem to notice. He closes the space between him and Alaina quickly, and she finds herself enclosed, surrounded by his arms. He gives her lips a quick and gentle kiss, another haunting brief touch of wet flesh to wet flesh, hinting at so much more. He moves her to the door, making a very little small talk with her and Soo Kim. Alaina can tell that Reuben's mind isn't engaged on the conversation, that it is strictly for her room-mate's benefit, and if she weren't there, then things would probably be much different.

His body blocks hers from Soo's view, and while she is occluded, she feels the heat of his broad fingers slipping under her dress to give her panties a quick sliding touch. The heat of his fingerpads claim her, more than any words he could say.

She feels herself moved quickly down through the halls until she is wrapped up in a silky grey sedan, luxury. He grins, broadly, and the car purrs, reacting under his skillful hand, sliding along the road. As he reaches a cruising speed on a state highway, she feels his hand, his rough palm sliding from it's position commanding the shift (where it's no longer really needed) moving to her knee, her thigh...and she can tell that he could make her purr just as easily...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina could still feel the touch of his lips on her mouth, his fingers on her panties and his whole body pressing against hers as they traveled in the car. She smelled the cigarette in the car, still tasted it on her lips as well as in the air around her. The texture of the seat cooled her flush skin, and the steady strength of his hands commanding the wheel, assured her of their safety, all of that changed when his hand moves and seeks out the silkiness of her skin.

His hand now makes a teasing quest up her leg, bringing a chill to her body, a shiver runs through her and she swallows nervously, the blush hits her skin and spreads over it. Her white teeth sneak out, capture her bottom lip and gnaw softly on it. She needs to stop this, stop his actions before they go too far.

She’d never felt so pulled in, so desired, so wanted. She fears it almost, wondering if she allows that hand to travel to the thickening moisture that is evident to her. Would he take what he wanted then leave her? Alaina feels her breath quicken, her pulse rise and looks at him for a moment. He stills his hand, waits for the words she couldn’t give him or would she?

Is Alaina able to just lie back, open her legs and allow his touch to carry her to a place where she’d only been one other time? Could Reuben do that to her? She stares at his hand, then back to his eyes. “Yes,” he could, she told herself. But did she want it? “Yes,” she answers, this time her voice a whisper. She leans back, opens herself up to him and waits for his lessons to begin.

Her heart beats fast in her chest, her hands curl into fists, and she feels the fire and flames of desire lick at her belly, course over her flesh and nestle into to the sweet folds of her sex.

 

[devilsargument]

Sweet Surrender

Reuben's eyes meet hers, as the sedan gets her legs, and the night seems to stretch out endlessly on all sides of them, only occasionally lanced through with other vehicles brightness. Reuben gazes steadily into Alaina's eyes as she leans back and murmurs that fateful word...the permission that it seems he has been waiting for. Without rushing, she feels his hand slowly slide up her leg, inescapably drawn, to the place of heat, the blooming flower where her thighs meet.

He gives a self assured smirk one she knows is for her, she knows it means she is taken, she has lost something that she once had and can never, ever reclaim. She can only have it given back. Though it is not something she may ever desire again.

Slowly, she feels his hand pushing her skirt up, his long thick fingers sliding over the black silk of her panties. From the flash of a headlight in his eyes, she knows that he is savoring how very wet she is. Though his actions are intense, his focus isn't entirely on her, and more than enough is devoted to carelessly careful driving. Slowly, achingly, his fingertips feather along the flesh of her mons, just to either side of her panties aegis, and it seems as if he will never simply take her.

Slowly though, after a timeless few moments (she couldn't say, and neither he, how long it really was) she can feel her panties moving to one side, being moved, she can feel the pad of his thick middle finger sliding just whispering apart the need swollen lips of her sex. She can sense, somehow, feel that he is pleased that her pubic hair is shaven, it's almost something she can bask in. And then, unerringly, that middle pad thrusts itself in, roughly pressing down on Alaina's unexperienced clit, causing her to....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina trembles as she is devoured by his gaze, the heat of it draws her toward him both mentally as well as emotionally. Her eyes never stray from his face and she only loses his intense stare so he can focus on keeping them safe on the road. She knows by his touch alone she is far from safe from him and what he desires. A spark flashes across her eyes and she feels her self give over to him. Her head lows back and her mind closes in on the feelings of his fingers slowly drawing over her hot flesh.

Her whole body seems to be on the edge as he slides his finger over the small lacing of her panties and then when he touches her, she shudders, knowing more liquid pooled against the silk covering her sex. Her breath catches and her hips lift slightly until she feels his invasion, then her entire being stills. She welcomes his touch, yearns for it and a ripple of heat rolls over her.

Alaina reaches down with one hand and wraps it around his wrist, holding him there to her, allowing her a moment to just feel his welcoming touch. She shudders again and again until her body accepts the newcomer that is waiting to feast upon her skin. Her eyes look to her fingers curled around his strong arm and she slides them from him allowing them to travel to his shoulder where she grips the hard muscle with the wariness of a new born foul emerging into the meadow for the first time.

Her eyes lock with his and she waits for the deliciousness that she knows he will give her. Do they have time she wonders? Will he claim her this night? Or...will he leave her hungry for more? Alaina refuses to think only whispers for him to give her more.

 

[devilsargument]

As Alaina looks, sees her fingers around his wrist, she realizes how pathetic any attempt she were to make physically to stop him is doomed to be. This is underlined as she smooths over the sleeve of his shirt, as she feels how quickly and readily his muscles are waiting, just beneath a taut layer of flesh to snap and do with her precisely as he desires. He slides onto an exit, and as the car comes to a stop, his free hand adjusts the mirror, and she can feel the heat of his gaze on the open slice of her legs, as she murmurs quietly for more.

He gives a broad smile, and he waits, paitently to turn left. As he waits, his hand between her legs is already spreading her legs to give him a better view, slipping her panties to one side of her soaked hungry labia. His fingers slide along them, those swollen nether lips, and she can hear speak quietly, (in a tone not at all like one used to flatter a pretty girl...more like someone speaks of a cut of particularly succulent flesh), "Delicious, Alaina...and so very moist." He chuckles, "This is the new minimum I expect. Each time you see me, even for a short period of time, you will be this wet, or you won't get to see me again, without....making it up to me in some fashion." As if on cue, the light turns to a green arrow, and his hand is snatched away for a moment. He powers through the first three gears, the car moan almost in ecstacy beneath him, as he lets it really sprint. Taking up a cruising speed and the fourth gear in only a matter of seconds. After the seconds for her to think, even if a protest is leaving her lips, two of Reuben's thick digits push there way deep inside of Alaina's heated needy folds, the third pad resting, teasing and twitching over her clit...

His body is highlighted by jags of yellow street light as the car approaches a dense urban area, in a place Alaina may or may not recognize as a bad part of town. The mirror glints, occasionally, and Alaina knows that his eyes look at what his fingers do, especially for one long aching moment, she feels the two digits spread the delicate folds of her flesh wide apart displaying her soaked insides to the whole world. Even to her, his thumb catching and hiking her dress to gather under the impressive swells of Alaina's breast. Her cunt is on display, if she looks down, but so is his hand, so skillfully manipulating her, spreading her for his entertainment, fascinated with his new toy. Eager to get to the part of the night where it can suffer far more abuse...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She watches him adjust the mirror, her eyes curious as to what he is doing, but then she knows. As his smile captures her stare, she analyzes it for a moment. It isn't one of love, passion, or respect, but one of possession, ownership and demand. Alaina shivers as she begins to wonder what she's gotten herself into, what kind of man is she about to give her self to. There is no don't that he will own her by the end of the evening if in fact he doesn't own her already.

As he begins to increase the assualt against her cunt she bites on her lip, her eyes glaze and a whimper escapes her throat. She can hear her breath coming in gulps as well as her pulse raging through her body. Her eyebrows burrow a little as he speaks to her about being wet for him whenever he appears. Her mind tells her he is amusing himself, but his eyes speak a different language and she shakes almost violently inside, bringing more juices to the surface for him to explore. She can smell her scent, inhales it deep and shakes her head yes. Alaina can not image ever not being wet for this man, her body is like a musical instrument designed for only his fingers.

When his fingers abandon her sex she aches, almost a painful well of emptiness is inside her, but soon he is working her body again. Two fingers entering her, opening her body for his pleasure as well as anyone that happens to beable to see them as they drive down the city streets. “Reuben,” she gasps as she feels him spreading her open further, her fingers tighten on his shoulder and she feels her body wanting to give him everything, but she wants to hold back enjoy the experience, welcome it slowly into her being.

Alaina moves her head to the side of the window, her eyes take in their reflection. She can see his figure, his hand buried between his legs, the juices of her sex glisten in the light and she shakes as he continues to take what he wants. The muscles of her pussy tighten and she holds him tight inside her. Her free hand comes down to touch the slickness of her sex and she shivers over the cool temperature of her fingers rubbing against the warmth of her wet lips.

 

[devilsargument]

Reuben clicks his tongue, and says in a very stern voice, which seems to pulse in her very core, "No touching your cunt from now on. Not without permission. This part of you belongs to me." His smile returns as he finishes admonishing her, and she too, can feel his forgivness as his finger adds pressure to her clit, the other two digits pushing into her. He breathes the scent of her and smiles in pleasure speaking quietly, "The smell of you is delicious, Alaina. You're soaking wet and we've only been playing for such a short time..." He gives a chuckle, "Now we have a choice, Indian food or Pakistani?" He genuinely seems to be waiting for her input, but while he does the two fingers again spread her, before his fingertips close on her clit, abruptly, giving a pinch that goes from pleasureable to almost blindingly painful right back to pleasureable. He seems to know all the right pressures.

He still waits paitently, driving the manual car along a side street where all the opposing streets have stop signs, which allows his hand uninterrupted access. His fingers fall away from her clit, and slide teasingly over her cuntlips, where only a few moments ago her own fingers strayed. His fingers give the lips a great deal of attention while he awaits a reply...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina moves her hand back to the arm rest of the car, she listens to his words of ownership, and a spark of difiance flashes in her eyes as she looks at her reflection in the window. “Indian,” she tells him her voice a whispered purr. She wonders what has she done? What control has this man, this stranger taken from her and why is she hungry for him?

Her body melts into his touch, his fingers drive against her, possessing her very being. She feels the texture of his skin and she moans quietly. She can feel herself closer to the edge of release, a release that was waiting for something. Alaina whimpered, her body shifting slightly to turn closer toward him. Her legs spread further bringing easier access for his hand.

His permission? The thought suddenly reared its head again. Why? Why her? What was special about Alaina DeLuc... and for a moment a bit of rebellion creeped in. What would he do if she did touch herself? Alaina knew the answer the moment she finished thinking the question. He would stop, he would leave her feeling empty. So many questions pulled at her mind, questions she decided she would not answer until she was alone and could think more clearly.

She gave herself to him fully at that moment, gave all she had and during that time, her body began to reach that blinding aura that would topple her. With every teasing stroke of his fingers, every pull of her clit that he delivers Alaina's body stiffens, her breath comes in gasps and her pulse races.

“Reuben,” she moans, her head forces itself to fall back, her hips rise in search of something more. “Please Reuben,” she begs. “I feel so...” Alaina gasps as she despretely searches for the right things to say. Her fist clench tight around the arm rest, her fingernails dig into his hard, firm shoulder. “Oh God Reuben, I beg of you... don't stop.” Alaina can't breath, think, or sense what she is saying, she only knows this man owns a part of her, a part she never knew existed.

 

[devilsargument]

Reuben gives her a genuinely warm smile and he pulls into the dark corner of a parking lot, his hand showing her briefly what it would be like if he stopped. His full attention nessecary for a few moments to park and stop the purring car, which seems reluctant (and Alaina can certaintly understand) to be without the magician's ministrations.

Abruptly his hand is back inside her, her clit being pulled, rubbed and squeezed with rough, rough affection, while Alaina feels his other hand reaching to touch her face, firmly guide it so she is looking at him. His eyes devour hers, and as he looks into her, she can feel almost seperate from her the crushing impending wave of an orgasm. She is so close, and every motion seems to push her closer, but it also moves that limit. She is driven almost to the point of incoherence, staring into his eyes that when she finally hears him speak, hears his voice calmly say a few words, she doesn't even truly hear them.

"Cum for me, Alaina..."

The damn shattered and she is innundated. His hand moves away as her orgasm shuts out the entire world save for Reuben's fingertips on her face, which holds her fast, insuring she has no choice but to look into his eyes even while her body shudders, vibrates and overwhelms her senses with pleasure....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She can't breath for a moment, his hand wrapping a cocoon around her. Her lips tremble, she bites her lip and she feels the flow of her come leave her. She can't pull away, nor does she wish to. Her body continues to ride a wave that seems to be buried deep within her. Her mind can't comprehend why he'd been able to do that, command her to come. Had he? Had he really been just him? Could she not do this with another? or by herself? She again pushes the thoughts away, storing them with all the other questions she had, questions that kept piling up that she knew in time they would be lost to her and she'd never remember why she even cared.

“Reuben,” she whispers, as her eyes wavers between reality and icy glaze. She swallows the moisture that was in her mouth, licks her lips and shake again, releasing another wave of juice free from the sides of her sex.

Her eyes finally close, and she submits to him, gives him her body and for this night she belongs to him. Her mind rebels at the idea of being owned, but her soul craves it. She shivers again as the well of passion begins its final descent down from the soaring waves of heat that he pulled from within her. “Thank you,” she tells him, her breath a whisper upon his skin. Her eyes open and she tries to focus on him, but can't really not yet, she isn't ready... isn't ready to end the feelings inside her.

 

[devilsargument]

A Loaded Question

Reuben's smile is waiting for her, and she can actually see that he is proud of her, somewhat. He runs a hand through his hair, and then, his hand traces slowly up to her mouth and it seems obvious to her that she's expected to suck her juices off of his fingers, though really he gives her no option his two thick digits sliding into her lips even as the thought crosses her mind. Her tangy delicious nectar fills her mouth, and his fingers hook, his other hand lifting her, bodily into his lap. The fingers slide out of her mouth, and as the other hand slides up her side, over and under her dress, suddenly, cupping those delicious breasts that so ably hold up her dress.

He gives a wicked smile she can hear as he murmurs in her ear, the air filled with her scent, "You know, you left quite a mess on my seat..." She can feel his warm broad hand groping at her breast, two digits catching her nipple, rolling and fluttering it, while his breath washes hot over her ear. She can feel her hair being pinched slightly behind her, between their bodies. His chest is strong and solid behind her, inescapable. Beneath the delicious curve of her ass, she can feel solid, statuesque thighs, and between them, a solid heavy lump, that she can't tell the size of, the jeans far too tight to allow any real swelling. His voice engulfs her mind,

"Whatever do you think I should do about that??"
...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina looks at him, confusion in her eyes. She looks lost, tilts her head to one side and ponders for a moment. The strength in his body is missed on her now, her thoughts trying to come to terms with what he wanted. Her lips tremble gently, her eyes moisten with a hint of sorrow, “Rueben... I don't know,” she tells him. She knows she's disappointed him. She knew it was coming, she always disappointed those she cared about, and then they left her.

“I'm sorry,” she told him, hung her head in shame because she had nothing else to give him. She doesn't know what he wants, and so she tries to move from his lap, but he holds her to him. Her face is hot, her skin seeming to sear through her dress and as much as she wants to concentrate on the feeling of his body holding her close she can only focus on the failure that is Alaina.

Her face turns away from his, and she looks out the window, waiting for him to push her away in disgust. Alaina sits there swallowing the lumps in her throat and biting her lower lip to keep from crying. The scent of her release still mingles in the air and her body still feels the emptiness of coming for him. Waiting for him to dispose of her was agony and she made to move off him again, and again he held her still. “What?” she said. “What do you want of me?” A tear slides down her cheek and slips away to splash silently on her gown.

 

[devilsargument]

Simple Shrift

Reuben smiles as Alaina lets a tear slowly slide down her beautiful face dripping onto her full breasts. His body is solid beneath her, and his grip all but inescapable. His hand cups her face, and he whispers quietly, "That's alright, little one. I don't expect you to read my mind yet, Alaina. You're still quite new, so very," he gives a little chuckle, and a digit slides under her lace panties and rubs at her labia, gently, "inexperienced. I've got so much to teach you...so much to show you."

The smirk fades and his voice comes and whispers quietly in her ear, "You've made a mess on the seat of my car, lovely..." He helps her, his hand fisting in her hair, suddenly, violently, and abruptly, her face is in the seat, her nose being rubbed in her wet nectar that pools on the the seat. He growls above her, his strength keeping her helpless, pinioned between the solidness of his thighs, and the heavy weight between them, and his fist pushing down, "Lick up your mess, Alaina. It's only right you learn to clean up after yourself..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina feels the words of kindness fade and she feels his hands pulling her hair, bringing a string of tears to her eyes. Her lovely dream gone, replaced by someone that she doesn't recognize. She struggles against him, humiliation, degradation and a loss of innocence assail her. She does as she is told, licking away her own juices, a feeling of shame fills her.

She feels that shame take hold of her, and she doesn't understand why he is doing this, why he suddenly has taken away the pleasure and replaced it with this need to scare her into submission. Had she not given him everything already? Was this action necessary? The car is cleaned and she stays there her head pressed to the seat, her eyes awash in pain and sorrow, but her heart hurts.

She waits, a tear falls again, one full of fear. This wasn't right, she tells herself... you shouldn't fear someone that makes you full of so much pleasure. Was the pleasure worth the price? Only Alaina can answer that, and right now... she is no longer sure. Her pulse races, her stomach churns, her breathing is haggard and her whole body is tense with the urge to flea and seek the arms of the man that seemed to care for her last night.

 

[devilsargument]

Of course, our magician, gentle reader takes a firm grasp on Alaina's situation. He brings her back up to a sitting position, her gentle curves pressing into his hardness and he kisses her forehead. He does his best to overwhelm to wash away her feelings of inadequacy, the hurt he sees in his face at his cruelty. He smiles, and brings his lips to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth just as if it belonged there, washing the taste of her nectar away with the flavor of his flesh. His hand strokes along her side, and she feels surrounded by him, her every breath breathing his heavy masculine scents, something virile stirring at their very base her body pressed between him and the car that he uses so very well...perhaps like she could be used, if she isn't careful.

His smile his voice is reassuring, "There now...all is forgiven. Please, Alaina, don't think me too much a beast. Things are more than a little different where I come from," his hand trails down her cleavage and begins to toy with her choker. He gives a noise of surprise, "Oh my, Alaina...a new one. Do you have the story for this one?" He shifts beneath her and she feels herself settling more directly into his lap, his arm around her, cradling her protectively.

His tonge runs gently along her ear, and he tilts his head, "Do tell me where it comes from...then we can go in...mmm, you'll love the tandoori chicken here, I promise."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Alaina sits balanced on an edgeof a great divide. One path will lead her closer to Reuben and the other will pull her away from the feelings she is just now experiencing. She feels the warm touch of his lips upon her skin, hears his kind words, and yet something tells her this was just the beginning. What will be next? When will he snap again? She cringes slightly as he touches her, swallows her anxiety, and tries to relax. Her thoughts return to the present and she allows the moment of his painful touch to settle in the pit of her stomach.

Her fingers touch the choker and she has forgotten for a moment which one she'd chosen. As she plays with the ruby, she recalls what jewel was there and she whispers, “Again... it is another family heirloom. A gift from my Grandfather to my Grandmother.“ Her lips tremble no longer sure if it is passion or fear.

“Reuben... that scared me,” she tells him, deciding that honesty is the only thing that will set her at ease, and hopes to gain the same from him. Her head falls down, her eyes close, and she tries to calm herself. “I don't like being scared. I don't want it.” She looks back at him. She wants to touch him, to caress his lips, to feel him against her again, but she wasn't sure now... wasn't sure what would be allowed, and what would not.

“I don't know where you come from. Perhaps, you can tell me, so I may better understand,“ she bit at her bottom lip, as her eyes search his face. It will take more then pretty words to calm her, more then gentle touches, he will need to teach her how to understand, what to understand, as well as why. “I only want to learn more about you, please... help me to understand.“ Alaina is a woman, confused, and completely taken by surprise, her will to protect herself, as well as her friends and family are strong whether her confidence in herself is weak.