A Compelling Need

I see Darius pull up to her house. I stay out of sight. The darkness keeps me well hidden. I am jealous but also know that I have already gotten inside his mind. Infected him. I know that his thoughts and desires are feeding off of my addiction. I watch as this pathetic excuse for a woman tries to kiss him. I cringe. When she brings her face closer to his he turns his head so the kiss lands on his cheek rather than his lips. Good boy, I think. I smile. He looks rather debonair dressed all in black. Wearing a long trench coat it could almost be mistaken for a cloak. His dark wavy hair is long enough for me to grab hold of. It shines under the moonlight. He has on a black shirt with matching jeans and loafers. A man in black; it takes my breath away. His trimmed goatee further enhances his mysterious appearance. Tall, dark, and handsome. I know it’s a cliché but Darius wears it all so well.

I can tell he is quite distracted. He may have physically been with her but we both know where he would rather be. His mind screams for me yet there he stands. A slave to his needs. I see the fire in his eyes. I can tell he is utterly disappointed. He does not want to be here. He wants no part of this toothpick thin woman with bleached blonde hair. No. I see the flashes of anger and can feel the carnal need.

I get a little closer and crouch down behind a car. I can smell him from here. The heavy stench of lust is looming in the air. I breathe in deep, letting his scent envelope me. I am so close now and he doesn’t even know it. As each moment passes Darius’ entire disposition becomes more like an animal than a man’s. His stance mimics that of a jaguar, ready to strike at any given moment. It takes me aback because he looks so beautiful to me.

When I see him push her through the front door I need to get closer. I surreptitiously move towards the patio and climb over the small railing. Standing by the glass doors I can see them perfectly. I watch her get up from the floor surprised by his act of aggression. I smile again. When Darius takes out his hard cock I lick my lips. My pussy is awakened as the wetness starts to flow. My nipples harden and tingle slightly. I watch him and wait. When she takes him in her mouth I feel this strong urge to rip her heart out. I even hear myself hissing like a feline in heat. I have to stop the overwhelming urge to attack. I try and remain calm because I know what is coming.

I try to read his eyes. There is need behind them and it’s full of darkness. He is blind to her because he is imagining me kneeling before him, sucking his cock, fucking him with my mouth. When I see Darius reach down and touch her hair the subtle anger resurfaces. I know his fingers are aching to grab a fistful of my long black tresses. I see the dissatisfaction on his almost plaintive face. Darius looks more beautiful then I thought possible. I watch this inexperienced whore clumsily suck on him. The stifled rage is seeping out in bursts of pain. It only makes me want him more. When he finally comes in her mouth all the jealousy that I managed to keep at bay explodes in my heart. I clench my fists feeling my nails dig into the palms of my hands. I need something to calm the storm. I am about to scream bloody murder when something amazing happens.

Darius pulls his cock out of her mouth and in one single motion takes his hand and slaps her hard across the face. The blow causes the fresh cum in her mouth to spurt out. She drops to the floor. It is then that I have come to own him. I see the glorious darkness pouring out of his eyes. I feel the madness coursing through his veins. I let out a low guttural moan and wait just a few minutes longer.

His cock sucker is lying on the floor. Blood mixed with his semen pours out of her mouth. She is crying. She is trying to back away from him but Darius is too far gone to care. He kicks her in the ribs and that places her on her back. She is begging him to stop. Her hands are covering her face anticipating another blow.

Screaming she says, “Why are you doing this to me? Please stop Darius. Stop!”

But Darius is deaf to her cries. All he can think about is me. Realizing he is unable to satisfy the need he is finally pushed over the edge. Someone has to pay for his suffering. Someone has to feel the wrath of his stifled passions. His face is flushed and he looks hauntingly sadistic. Darius walks over to the patio doors and I quickly move away. We are now only inches away from each other. I can feel the concentrated heat emanating from his body. I put my trembling hand in my mouth and bite down to keep me from moaning. I am fiery hot right now. My pussy is throbbing. I want to charge into him, push him to the ground and fuck him. I want him to invade my darkness and make it his own.

I hear the cock sucker screaming in the background and then Darius screams back, “Shut up you bitch. Just shut the fuck up.” I’m biting on my finger so hard that I break the skin and taste blood. I’ve never heard him scream. I’ve never heard the anger. It’s been one of my fantasies ever since I first heard his beautifully soft spoken voice. Dear God how much I want him right now. Then he lets out a long frustrated sigh and whispers, “Katarina, what are you doing to me? What have I become?” I hear him turn away; his footsteps are heavy against the hardwood floors. I wait a couple of seconds and peek through the window once again. My heart is racing, my finger is bleeding, and I’m covered in sweat. Gosh the things he does to me. It’s almost criminal. Darius kneels down and looks at the girl lying there, sobbing, unable to catch her breath. For a moment I see the gentleness and even some regret coming through but then something changes.

He lifts her up by placing his hands under her armpits and he shakes her violently. “If I cannot have her then I must take you! But first I need to erase your face. I cannot stand to look at it anymore.” The resentment and anger in his voice is driving me crazy. Only now I want it to be directed at me. I watch as he, without hesitation, as if he has already mastered the skill of torture, punches the cock sucker in the face. She falls onto the couch wailing. When Darius defiantly raises his hand and makes it into another fist I hear him scream, “God, please forgive me.” As he is about to throw another punch I step through the patio doors and say, “Now Darius that’s enough.”

His arm stops in mid-air and he looks at me in disbelief. He shakes his head and closes his eyes. When he slowly opens them and sees that I am real he drops to his knees. I rush towards him and cup his face in my hands. “You can stop now. I am here. I am here now.”

“How did you get –”

I put my finger to his lips. “Shhh…that doesn’t matter. All that matters is this.” I bring my lips to his. I can feel his body trembling. Through his eyes I can see him surrender to me. When we kiss the passion is unleashed like a ferocious dog being let out of its cage. I bring my hand down to the bulge between his legs. His cock is all I can think about. In the background the cock sucker is whimpering. Neither one of us seems to care. Darius lifts me up and takes me in his arms. I wrap my legs around him. I kiss him again, this time with more immediacy. I fuck his tongue with my mouth and can feel the wetness oozing out of my cunt. He takes me into the bedroom and throws me down. I still have my coat on so I struggle out of it. I can’t wait to feel his skin on mine. I rip open my button down shirt and buttons fly in every direction. I have on a black opaque bra. My nipples are hard. They beckon for his mouth. I slip out of my jeans – leaving my panties on because I know that is something Darius will want to personally take off my body.

I look up at him standing there, imprisoned by my beauty. The dark beast is gone. All that stands before me is a man.

“Get undressed,” I playfully command.

I watch as Darius almost mechanically gets undressed. He is under my spell. My plan is to seduce him. When his beautiful hard cock springs out I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I get up onto my knees and pull him toward me. We fall on the bed and he kisses me. When he gently kisses my neck and I tell him I want bites that sting. When his hands get lost in the silky strands of my long hair the control is lost and the darkness in his eyes tells me I have unleashed a different kind of beast.

Darius brings his face to the nape of my neck and breathes in deep. He is hungry. I watch as he struggles to stay in control, but every time our eyes meet he practically falls apart at the seams. He desperately wants to take his time with me but is also very much aware of my impatience. He knows it is not in my nature to wait for anything. With a tight grip he pulls on my hair, yanking my head back, exposing the flesh of my throat. Darius takes his lips and presses them on my collar bone. Slowly his tongue travels all the way up to my lips. He does this several times. I hear the low growling of an excited animal. I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.

Abruptly he stops, raises his body to a full sitting position and the look on his face tells me something is wrong. There is a noise coming from the other room, a shuffling of sorts. Darius gets up from the bed and stands in the doorway. Like an animal preparing to attack he peers outside. I run up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. His skin is hot. I then wrap my arms around his waist and my fingers make their way to the patch of hair right above his cock. I run my fingers through it; making sure he can feel the gentle scratching of my nails across that neglected area of his body. I feel his body tighten and then relax until another noise once again interrupts us. Darius pulls away from me and makes his way through the thick foreboding darkness, the animal instincts resurfacing. I stay a little behind so I can watch.

The cock sucker is lying on the floor, inches away from the telephone. Still whimpering, still coughing on her own blood. Darius pulls the phone chord out of the wall with ease and picks her up, again with his hands under her armpits, and throws her hard against the wall. The impact causes a nearby lamp to fall and shatter. The girl is now crumpled on the floor and she’s not moving. I squeal in delight, clapping and jumping up and down like a little girl. Darius looks like a creature of the night standing there naked and determined. His masculine body is robust and strong. His beautiful cock is hard and swelling. I am more than turned on, I am choking on lust. I can not help myself. The urge to taste him, to devour him whole is overwhelming. I have this compelling need. I cannot wait. I fall to my knees and take him in my mouth. When his cock fills me I start sucking, like a starving pet. I feel my pussy swell and the wetness drench my panties. I moan as I fuck him because I know how much he enjoys listening to me. All my attention is on his cock and how good he tastes. It glides in and out of my mouth. He is slippery wet. I feel like I could come any minute and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Darius’ primal moaning motivates me to suck him harder. His short gasps of breath tell me he is close. I love how he holds nothing back. His hands are entangled in my hair as nails gently dig into my scalp. He is guiding my head as I fuck him. Faster and faster until he screams out, a loud bellowing ferocious roar that echoes through the halls. I feel the hairs on my back stand up as goose bumps travel down my back and arms causing me to shiver violently. His body is plagued with tiny spasms while I still hold his cock firmly in my mouth. I am relentless and don’t dare stop. I keep the rhythm going until Darius throws his head back and comes into my mouth. Warm bursts of cum glide down my throat. Once I drink every last drop I release him. I am on fire. I need to come. The friction of my panties rubbing against my inflamed clit is almost enough to make that happen. I look up at him, my face flushed, my breathing heavy, and my body shaking from the anticipation of his touch. He reaches out for me; pulls me up and into his arms. He kisses me hard, tasting his cum in my mouth and then lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom.

Just like before he throws me on the bed. He looks down on me, menacingly, like a father would to his naughty daughter; except what he says next isn’t what any father should say.

“Show me your tits.”

I unclasp my bra; my heart is pounding so fast I feel a little faint. I still cannot get the scene in the other room out of my mind. The sweet image of Darius, the madness in his dark eyes, how sadistic and forceful he was with her.

When my tits spring out I watch as his excitement elevates. He licks his lips in approval and lets out a low guttural growl. I love it when he does that. It’s sexy; makes me feel like I am being hunted and he is the hunter. Darius gets on the bed and crawls to me. I can’t take my eyes off his stiff cock bobbing up and down. I see a darkness in his eyes that is familiar. I am not afraid. I made him this way. He positions himself above me and hovers there, waiting. Being so close to him is destroying me. I cannot wait. I want to come. But if I know Darius, I know that is exactly what he will make me do. To watch me suffer. To watch me squirm beneath him.

I reach out to touch him but he quickly grabs my hands as if he knew exactly what I was going to do. He holds them over my head with one of his hands. I do not try and resist. His lips are very close to me now. His scent is seeping into my skin. He then spreads my legs with his knee and pins me down. His hard cock is pressing against me. I still have my panties on. I’m cursing him under my breath. I want to come but Darius won’t let me.

I don’t know how much time passes but we remained in this position. Darius is hovering over me like a phantom ghost, one hand restraining me, my legs spread with no contact. He never touched me. He did nothing but stare at me. He teases me with his lips, bringing them close to mine where we are almost touching, and then he simply pulls away. He is playing with me. My lips are in pain just to kiss him. He notices I am moving my hips ever so slightly allowing my burning clit to rub against his cock. When Darius realizes what I am up to he moves his cock aside. Damn him. I still continue to move my hips feeling the ever so slight friction of my panties brushing against my pussy.

He says, “This would work a hell of a lot better if I could tie your hands somehow.”

Without saying a word I look at the white curtains and he catches my meaning.

“Stay here.”

I do not move. Why would I? I know what’s coming and I cannot wait.

Darius rips two pieces of the curtain off and returns to the bed. I see the eagerness in his eyes. He ties my wrists to the bed post quite tight. Then he jumps back on the bed and the first thing he does is remove my panties. He pulls them down slowly and feels a slight resistance when they are being separated from my pussy. Once off he takes them to his face and inhales my scent. Again, another growl escapes him. Darius takes the wettest part of my panties and puts them in his mouth and starts to suck on it. I’m left exposed with nothing to rub up against. I lay helpless and breathless as I watch him with my panties in his mouth. I’m hot and wet and I want him now.

He then spits out my panties and lowers himself in between my legs. He stares intently at my pussy. He brings his face to my flower and breathes in my scent. The anticipation is quite thrilling but then he raises himself up and moves away from my burning bush. Darius is back on all fours and crawls to me. He again spreads my legs with his knees and this time leans forward so his cock is pressing against my stomach. He hovers over me once more. I am fascinated by his obvious control. Then finally he lowers his lips to mine and we touch. I open my mouth to him and when our tongues meet I start to come into his mouth. I’m moving my hips as if he was inside me. He sucks on my tongue as I try to scream through the kiss. My pussy is throbbing and I feel my inner walls contracting all on their own. I’m lost in his kiss and I don’t want to let go.

The heat radiating from my pussy won’t let me be. I need to be fucked.

In a calm but commanding voice I say, “Release me now.”

Darius looks at me with shades of black still emanating from his heart but still he complies. As he releases me he gives me another kiss.

With my arms free I raise myself to my knees, still locked in a kiss, and push him down onto the bed. I rip my lips away and look down at his hard cock. I watch it pulsate. I watch some pre cum ooze out from the tip. Before he can react I wrap my cunt lips around his cock and push him inside. I watch him surrender to me through his eyes. The control he fought so hard to keep melts into me. Now it’s my turn. I know what he needs from me. Slowly, seductively, I tease him with my body. I raise myself up to where the tip of his cock is barely inside me then I forcefully push him back in. His cock, now bathed in my warmth, is held tight by my slippery walls. I do this again and stare into his dark eyes. I could easily get lost in them, forget my control and give into him once again but that would be foolish. His moans are almost rhythmic and have grown from a growl to a howling. I fuck Darius with caution. I fuck him with the wonder of something brand new. But most of all I fuck him with love.

As we lay there on the bed, like two starving animals who have found a common ground, I hear a noise outside. It sounds like a car puling up into the driveway. Darius hears it too. He looks at me with trepidation but I ease his mind by keeping him safely inside me. Under me. He grabs onto my ass and tries to direct this engagement but I remove his hands.

“Do not touch me. Keep your hands at your sides at all times. Is that understood?”

Feeling defeated, deprived of what he thinks is his, Darius agrees. I run my hands up and down his chest, my nails gently scratching. His cock feels so good that I am inclined to just sit here for awhile and not move a muscle. A voice is calling out for the cock sucker. I remember the front door was left open. I jump off of Darius as if I had just been burned and he starts to follow me. I push him back down on the bed. I’m already cursing this stranger who has interrupted me, who has unknowingly pulled me away from my lover’s body and promise to make them pay. I say to Darius, “Stay here. I will handle this.”

I saunter into the living room as if it were my humble abode fully aware of my nakedness. I smell like sex. A man stands in the doorway. He’s rather tall with dark hair. His face is hidden by the darkness. I hear him calling out for the cock sucker but she is still lying crumpled on the floor. The sight of her makes me shiver. His eyes won’t get a chance to adjust to the darkness because I come into his view. I look at him a little too intensely and he turns away, but only for a moment. When his eyes return to me he looks quite stunned, almost embarrassed. I smile. I brazenly walk up to him and give him a closer look. That’s when I notice his eyes. Light blue, strikingly beautiful. I’ve never seen eyes quite like that before. There is power behind them, though I am sure he is unaware of it. He has thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. His skin is pale, his nose slightly crooked, and he has beautiful full lips. He takes a few steps backwards and unexpectedly hits a wall. He is nervous. His lower lip is slightly quivering. Why do I find that so sexy?

In a soft soothing tone I ask, “What’s your name?”

“Shane.”

I extend my hand. “I’m Katarina, it is a pleasure to meet you Shane.”

He surprisingly takes my hand and kisses it. I shiver in delight. I can feel my nipples harden. He’s trying to act suave but I can sense his uneasiness. He lets go of my hand and looks away like a frightened child.

I smile again and brush away the locks of my long hair which were covering my breasts, exposing them for his pleasure. Shane’s face flushes and he tries not to look at them, even averts his eyes from me once more but he is powerless. He stares at them, licking his lips without even realizing it and that’s when I make my move.

I charge at him and push my body into his, already feeling the growing hardness of his cock springing from his pants. I kiss him with newfound passion. I love the way he smells. He kisses me back, I feel his uncertainty. His arms are at his sides as if he is afraid to touch me. I lift them up and wrap them around me. Shane is hesitant at first but as my tongue swirls around his the wanting becomes clearer. He holds me in a tight embrace. His cock is hard now and is pushing into me. When he boldly takes his hands and grabs my ass to push me closer I let out an unexpected cry and almost come from the sudden change in his demeanor. I then pull away and look into his eyes. The sharp blueness of them takes my breath away. Shane looks at me apologetically; retreating back to the scared man he was only moments ago.

“Come with me.”

I take his hand, leading him into the bedroom where my lover awaits.

Before we get into the room I grab him by the chin and slam him hard up against the wall. With one hand firmly under his chin, the other grabs hold of his cock.

In a low throaty voice I ask, “Do you want to have some fun?” I tighten my grip on his cock. I see a heady mixture of fear and lust in his eyes. He starts to ask where the cock sucker is but I take my hand still under his chin and put my fingers to his lips.

“Shhh…don’t worry your pretty head with that. Just answer my question.”

“Yes Katarina I want to have some fun with you.”

The way he says my name makes my heart swell. I’m feeling dizzy. He stares at me and I want to kiss him again, but stop myself. I fear if I kiss him now I won’t be able to stop.

I regain my composure, just barely and say, “Then you must do exactly as I say. Is that understood? No questions asked. If you fail to comply then you will feel a lot more pain than pleasure.” My grip on his hard cock tightens even more. I watch him squirm. My fingers are still on his lips.

I force one of my fingers into his mouth and like a baby he begins to suck on it. Again I watch as his passion is unleashed and his eyes flicker and come to life. Those sky blue eyes that are almost blinding me. I stay focused and my hand moves from his chin to his throat.

“Now tell me you understand.”

In a shaky whisper Shane agrees and I take him into the bedroom.

Darius is alarmed when he sees me walking in with a stranger by my side. Alarmed, but not surprised. He is still lying on the bed and when he attempts to get up I tell him to lay back down, that I have everything under control. Darius is angry but that doesn’t worry me. “Darius, this is Shane. Shane, this is Darius.”

A troubled look passes between them but no words are spoken.

There’s a chair against the wall, a few feet from the bed and because the bed is in the center of the room it gives whoever is sitting there a nice view of the bed itself. I tell Shane to get undressed. At first he looks at me as if I am kidding, those blue eyes somehow piercing my heart. I remain poised and in control and shoot him a look that could weaken the strongest man. I watch as he unwillingly submits to my desires.

“I want you to watch us. Feel free to touch yourself but do not move from this chair.”

Before I get to say anything further he utters, “Yes. I understand.”

For that unexpected act of willingness to obey I bring his hand to my swollen pussy and let him explore it for just a moment. I look at Darius lying on the bed, angrily biting his lip. Shane’s touch is burning me. He finds my clit and pinches it. I try not to respond to his fiery touch but my eyes show the desire. I don’t want to stop him but I have to. I take his hand away and bring them to his lips. I watch as he sucks on his fingers, tasting me.

“That’s enough. Now get undressed and sit still.”

I need to separate myself from him. His presence is more powerful than I thought. I climb on top of the bed and Darius’ hard throbbing cock welcomes me. Gosh he is beautiful. My pussy aches but it’s no longer just because of him. There’s a stranger among us and I can only imagine what the rest of this torturous night will bring.

* * * * * * * *

When I lower myself back onto his cock we both feel the urgency, the need to come but for very different reason. Darius needs to push and expel his seed into me, knowing that is the rarest form of acceptance a woman can offer. I need to be filled as my insides crave to be bathed in his cum. We fuck, with love. We blend together as if we are one body. I raise my hands and run them through my hair exposing my breasts to him and to Shane. I ride Darius and watch as both pairs of eyes focus on me. Watching my breasts bounce up and down. I don’t dare look at Shane watching me. Instead I focus on Darius. He rises up and brings his mouth to my breast and sucks on one of my nipples, then the other. Each time his teeth make contact I feel like my clit is being electrocuted. Then he pulls me close to him, my breasts smashing against his skin and I can see from the corner of my eye that Shane is touching himself. I try not to look but I am inexplicably drawn to him, especially when he’s touching himself. He looks gorgeous sitting there with his legs spread, offering himself to me. My eyes fixate on his cock, his hands lubricated in pre cum. I am so affected by his presence that it is a little disturbing.

When I look up to meet Shane’s eyes, he is looking at me, looking through me, looking into me. I start to fuck Darius with necessity rather than passion, as if my own soul was on fire. I fuck him but look at Shane. I watch as Shane strokes his hard cock. He looks a little ashamed but at the same time there is a darkness present. I can see it lurking behind those fierce blue eyes. As he touches himself he bites down on his lower lip, as if he is afraid to let go. Every move I make is for him. For his pleasure. Then Darius grabs onto my ass and pushes himself even deeper inside. I feel my clit rubbing against him leaving me no choice but to come, and as I do so, I’m looking at Shane and wanting him so badly. He is stroking his cock, fast and furiously, that it’s making my cunt ache.

Darius knows I am not with him right now so to get my attention he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls on it hard causing my scalp to burn. He’s angry.

He whispers in my ear, “You are going to pay for that.”

When I look into Darius’ eyes all I see is blackness. He demands my full attention but also knows that he has lost it. He crushes his lips onto mine hoping that by doing so I will be forced to share this intimate moment with him. He then slips his hands between us and pinches my nipples hard causing me to scream out. He continues to pinch them until I almost see stars, yet my body deceives me once again and I am on the brink of orgasm. I try not to look at Shane who is watching me. I try not to look into his eyes but am compelled to do so. Darius knows what I’m doing and I will suffer for this but I cannot help myself. I ride him faster, my eyes on Shane feverishly rubbing his cock. It’s red and swollen. I start to come, and Darius starts to come but Shane does not. I feel Darius’ cock swelling as he pumps into me until there is nothing left. The music of the room is deafening as both of us hold nothing back in our final display of ecstasy. Darius pulls himself out of me and his eyes are ablaze with rage. He grabs me and roughly puts me over his knee. I have assumed this position before. I try to raise my head, to offer Shane some kind of explanation but Darius pushes my head down. He knows me all too well.

“What are you doing to her?”

The sound of Shane’s voice startles me. I didn’t expect that. Darius stops for a moment, holding me firmly in place. I wriggle and squirm, trying to break free but he is too strong.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business but I’m punishing her.”

Confused Shane asks, “Punishing her for what?”

Darius laughs. He’s loving this now.

When his hand comes into contact with my skin it merely stings but that is only the beginning. The next set of blows are much harder.
“You’re a little whore. Do you know that? A little fucking whore.”

Tears come to own me as he shows no mercy. My ass is burning now. Fuck. How is it that I’m still turned on? Damn him.

“Please,” Shane says, “I do not understand. Why are you doing that to her?”

Darius lets out a sigh. He is frustrated. He doesn’t want him here but at the same time knows he cannot send him away. If he did that then he would be betraying me.

“I am doing this because she wants you. She fucking wants you.”

By now my ass is on fire but Darius continues to spank me with one hand as the other reaches down and touches my pussy. His cum still dripping out of it. He fingers my clit. I despise him right now, humiliating me in front of Shane but the way he is touching me is making me want to come again. Darius spanks me in an almost a rhythmic motion. The low growling starts again. His cock hardens and is pressing against me. God he is insatiable. He continues to rub my clit as I raise my ass in acceptance of more punishment. I desperately want to look at Shane sitting in that chair. Boldly I ask, “Tell me what our guest is doing. Is he hard?”

Darius stops for a minute, finger still on my clit. I hear him say, “Go ahead, answer her.” I hear Shane suck in his breath. Then he softly says, “I am watching you. And yes, I…I am hard. I am wanting to –”

Darius interrupts. “Wanting to what?”

“I-I want to touch her.”

I feel Darius’ body tense up like he is getting ready to attack. He rubs my clit again but now more violently. I’m on the verge of coming and he knows it. Another few seconds is all I need but he stops and takes his hand away. He lifts me up and throws me against the pillows.

“You don’t deserve to come you bitch.” Anger is thick all around him yet his hard cock gives him away. No matter how angry he may get he still desires me. That will never change. Darius scans the room and finds a robe lying on another chair. It’s actually his; after all, he has been to the cock sucker’s house on more than one occasion.

A strangled cry from the other room gets his attention and he heads for the door.

“Looks like somebody again will suffer because of you Katarina.”

To be continued...