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I slowly walked into the bedroom at the top of the stairs and looked around. Okay so it didn’t really look like the bedroom from “Halloween” but the layout of the furniture was right. I glanced at the bed and then at the dresser. I took a deep breath and began to undress.
Forty one, forty two, forty three..I was getting tired of counting brush strokes. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were wide, my face flushed. My bare flesh was cold as I sat at the dressing table nude except for my undies. Suddenly I heard a sound on the steps. My heart started beating a mile a minute. Hell there was one of those random sayings again. Mile a minute, just what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
I saw his reflection in the mirror and turned slightly. He was dressed head to toe in black. Black pants and black shirt. He was wearing a half mask. In his hand was a very large knife. “Michael” I screamed. I was acting the part of Judith Myers but it wasn’t all acting on my part. I was scared.
Gerard smiled, “No, not Michael. What I’m going to do to you isn’t brotherly.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. He moved to stand behind me; he took hold of my shoulders and turned me back towards the mirror. As I watched our reflection he sat the knife down then his hands moved to my breasts and he began to gently caress them. My nipples, already hard from the cold, unbelievably became even harder. His thumbs flicked the tip of each. I closed my eyes getting lost in the sensual feeling.
“See what I’m doing to you.”
My eyes snapped open. I saw him lean down and his mouth move to my exposed neck. I gasped as his teeth nipped at the tender skin. His tongue darted out and licked the spot he had just bitten. The feeling was erotic. His hands moved further down to caress the flat expanse of my stomach. When his fingers began to rub at the V of my legs I moaned. “Still making too much noise,” he said before biting down on my neck again this time harder. I tried not to cry out but it was difficult. He was biting hard and I could feel the blood began to flow down my neck. I looked in the mirror and saw the look on his face. He was trying to make me force him to stop. He wanted me to make him stop.
“If you bite that hard you have to lick up all the blood.” I whispered.
He was shocked at my words. He started back at me in the mirror. “You can’t scare me away. I trust you.” I told him softly.
Suddenly he stood back and I immediately missed his touch. He stood looking confused, almost lost. I turned on the bench to face him. Once more his expression changed. He was angry. “Oh I could scare you little Laura. You have no idea how badly I could scare you.”
I stood and moved until I my body was touching his. “But why would you want to?”
He didn’t have an answer. He stood looking at the spot just over my shoulder and I sensed his mind was a million miles away. “Gerard, look at me.”
He continued to stare at nothing. “Fuck it, I said look at me” My tone was close to a scream. When he didn’t I pushed against his chest as hard as I could. He was caught off guard and fell back on to the bed. In a flash I was on him, straddling his chest. I pulled the mask off his face and threw it down. “What the fuck is going on in your head?” I screamed at him. “Tell me. What do you want?”
He blinked up at me, “Forgiveness.”
I knew he wasn’t asking for my forgiveness, he was asking for release from a guilt I didn’t understand. The look on his face tore at my heart. I gently touched his face. “I don’t understand.” I whispered.
He closed his eyes, “Nor will you ever. Get dressed Laura, lets meet up with the bus.”
Shit, I felt like I had been so close to him for just a brief moment. I had almost reached him. “No” I said “Let’s not.”
He shifted his body under mine. “I’m not in the mood.” He said sarcastically.
I lowered my hand and began to run it over his crotch. “Well I am.” I leaned down and kissed his neck while still stroking him. I could tell he was trying to ignore what I was doing but his body was responding. Once more he tried to push me off him and I bit down on his neck. “Fuck” he uttered but he lowered his arms and became still.
My tongue began to lap at the small beads of blood my bite had caused. I paused and look at his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open. I pressed my mouth to his and pushed my tongue inside. His tongue met mine and I knew he could taste the metallic flavor of his own blood. His erection was growing. I stopped and undid his pants to give his penis a bit more room. I pulled my mouth from his. “You promised not to bite much but I didn’t.” I breathed the words into his ear.
Slowly I moved off him and inched my way down his body. The shirt had to go. I didn’t take the time to unbutton; I just ripped the material open. Once his chest was exposed I took first one then the other nipple into my mouth teasing each with my tongue. He was lying still until I bit his right nipple. Not hard enough to break the skin but it was enough to make him moan. “That’s right, moan for me. I want to hear you fucking moan.”
When I felt each of his nipples had received enough attention I licked a path down his stomach until I got to the top of his pants. Since I had already unzipped them they were easily pulled down, then off completely. His eyes were still pressed tightly shut. “Look at me” I demanded. He kept them closed. I grabbed his penis, which was still partly bound by his boxers. I squeezed. I wasn’t trying to hurt him but I wanted his complete attention. The pressure was enough to make him open his eyes.
“I’m going to take you in my mouth.” I told him. “And I’m gonna make you scream.”
He said nothing but his eyes were completely focused on me. I lowered my head and began to lick the material that covered his penis. When my teeth gently nibbled on the material he gasped. I raised my head and smiled. “Too bad I didn’t say I wouldn’t bit much, isn’t it?’
I pulled the boxers down just enough to free him. He was so hard, so ready. I lowered my head and opened my mouth. My teeth slowly grazed along his length. He was holding his breath. When my mouth moved back up I ran my tongue over his satiny tip. When my teeth barely touched him he moaned. It was music to my ears. A feeling of power came over me just knowing I could make him loose control. He moaned again and I felt desire rushing over me. I lifted myself up and plunged my wet slit down on him. I was watching his face. He looked surprised and his hand moved to by ass. His fingers ran over the material of my panties. “Crotch less’ I whisper into his ear before raising myself up and pumping my body up and down on him.
Suddenly I stopped. He looked at me questioningly. “Tell me to fuck you, Gerard.”
He licked his lips, “Fuck me, Laura. Make me cum.” He whispered.
I began to move on him again but stopped as soon as I felt the tension build. “Say fuck me, please.”
His eyes bore into mine. “Fuck me please.” I loved his voice when it was filled with passion. I did as he asked. I rode him until he screamed out. “Fuck”. His warmth filled me and I came with him.
I was hot and sweaty when I rolled off him. We lay side by side not touching. It was almost ten minutes later when his arm snaked under my head and pulled me towards him. He pulled me to his body so that my head lay on his chest. His hand caressed my head. I flinched when he touched the bump.
“What’s this?” this time he just barely touched the area on my head.
“Just a bump.” I didn’t offer any more of an explanation. He went still.
“It happened when I pushed you back into the bunk earlier didn’t it.”
I tried to play it off. “I don’t know, maybe. It’s no big deal.”
He sighed, “I hurt you with my anger.”
“Gerard it’s no big deal, you didn’t mean to.”
He pulled his arm out from under me and moved off the bed. “Yeah, it is a fucking big deal. If you stay with me I will hurt you. I hurt everyone I care about.”
I watched him walk out of the room wondering if I would ever understand him. I also wondered if he realized he had just said he cared about me?