The Stiletto Diaries
From Hell to Eternity

- Part Two -

 

It had been a year since the nightmare in Columbia, twelve months since she had been to The Valley of The Shadow; three-hundred and sixty five days since she had lost three friends and what was left of her faith in mankind.

She closed her eyes. Her memory took her back, not to the horror but to him.

How potent he was. How incredibly powerful and hungry.Even now she could feel his touch, smell his hot breathÉ

He must have drugged her, something in the wine. She remembered only the heat of his body, the crash of their orgasmÉ

And driftingÉ

She awoke in a hospital in Bogot‡, a note left on her bed.

"I will find you again."

A crash of laughter snatched her back.

At the bar, beneath the thatched awning, a slender blonde enjoyed the attentions of two young men. The Jamaican sun had long since set and warm trade winds pushed lazily through the palms.

Quite a crowd of the resortÕs guests had gathered on the veranda, clustered in their little pockets of smiles and conversation. Some wore shorts. Others were dressed in the trappings of full evening wear, all playing part in the rituals of clandestine vacation romance.

Sarah hated it here.

She wished she hadnÕt come.

It was foolish to think she could escapeÉ

She stood with her glass of wine and walked it back to her room.

****

She took the long way back, strolling along the neat brick path, which led from the ocean side of the resort toward the gardens and the tennis courts.

The moon was full, so large it looked surreal, like some communion wafer pasted to a sheet of blackest, star spangled velvet.

Past the cluster of scarlet hibiscus, beyond the Chinese fan palms, she wandered. The heady scent of the moonflowers floated on the air and the haunting voice of Bob Marley drifted to her on the windÉ

ÓDonÕt worry, about a thingÉ cause every little thingÉ gonna be alrightÉÓ

She was alone.Éand nothing would ever be right.

She followed the pathÕs curve toward the hot tubs, hidden here and there within thatched gazebos engulfed by sweet, blooming vines.She paused, listening, careful not to intrude upon some couple's private moment. She heard nothing and entered the first gazebo.

Sarah dipped her toes. The water was hot. Precisely the way she liked it. She had no towel but the moment was too inviting so she slipped from her dress and let it fall to the ground.

She sank into the steaming water, the heat penetrated quickly. The warm, Caribbean wind felt almost cool now as it softly brushed her face.

She took a sip of wine, closed her eyes.

He was always the first image in her mind; those incredible arms, that magnificent chest.

DavidÉ

She could still recall the details of his tattoo. "Airborne" marked in an eternal arch above a star-crowned parachute canopy flanked by upturned wings.

Sarah grinned and wondered if the welts her nails dug into his chest had sufficiently healed by now.

She sipped at her wine, her eyes still closed as her hand wandered up between her thighs. Even under water Sarah felt the slick wetness that clung to her swelling lips. She thought of his hands, strong and persuasive, how those insistent fingers writhed inside of her, how instinctively they drove to that elusive place that stoked her heat to an inferno.

She pinched one of her soft lips between her fingers, tugging slightly, pulling herself open to the heat of the water in the tub. She imagined it was him, and she sighed as her fingers played in small circles over her clit.

It felt so good, so hot.

Oh god how she wanted him.

"Sarah..."

She sat bolt upright. Water splashed and she nearly dropped her glass of wine into the tub.

She turned to look behind, to the left and right.

No one was there.

****

By the time she got back to her room she was convinced. It was the wine, or the jet-lag, or the incredible tropic heatÉ

It was her imagination, not his voice she had heard in the garden.

Her friends were relentless. They teased her mercilessly over her constant preoccupation, her obsession with this man whom no one else ever saw or heard of.

Jokes of Òjungle feverÓ were commonly used, to excuse her state of absentmindedness when Sarah would drift from conversations.

It was them who talked her into this damn vacation in the first place.

ÒGet out there,Ó they tell her. ÒFind a real man and stop clinging to this ludicrous fantasyÉÓ

Sarah grinned.

They could go to hell.

Once a bar was raised that high who the hell would want to limbo?

She stood before the mirror, which hung over the long, bamboo-styled dresser. Her dress was wet and she observed the way translucent patches of cloth would cling to parts of her body. She smoothed the dress tight over her tits, arched her back, admiring the way her nipples would strain against the thin, floral fabric.

ÒStop it,Ó she chastised herself, almost angry at her own ridiculous behavior. Like the nightmare and her friends, he too was in her past.

She pulled off the dress, hung it on the back of the bathroom door.

She had to get a grip.

She had to let go.

She opened the French doors and stepped onto the balcony. She was naked. It felt liberating. The breeze was soft and warm against her skin.

Sarah held to the railing and leaned to look down into the gardens. To the left was the front door to the hotel. To the right were the gazebos and hot tubs.

Some resort guests strolled slowly through the darkened paths below, couples, their arms locked tightly.

Her friends were right.

She had to move on.

She turned from the railing, letting the sheer drapes close behind her as she made her way alone to her bed.

Amidst the mound of pillows Sarah watched the way the night wind would play within the drapes.

It reminded her of him, of the netting which surrounded them in his bed.

She closed her eyes, almost crying.

She had to stop doing this.

Sarah turned her head away. She just wanted to go to sleep, to forget.

"Sarah..."

She sat upright. Her eyes locked on the billow of drapes.

Shadows of the big palms outside slid in waves across the luminous fabricÉ and she held her breath, focused on the broad, muscled silhouette.

She leapt from the bed and rushed to the balcony, almost tearing the drapes from their rings as she threw them back...

There was no one there.

She stepped onto the balcony and looked down into the gardens, her eyes sweeping the paths.

No one.

ÒLet it go,Ó she sighed, praying for the strength. ÒLet him go.Ó

She went back inside, toward her bed and then she stopped. A single red rose rested on her pillow.

She saw movement, her eyes shifting to the door as it slowly drifted shut.

She yanked the sundress from the back of the bathroom door, pulling it on as she left the room.

****

She walked slowly through the garden this time, tentatively, anxiously. Her heart pounded with hope.

A fog had begun to slither through the air, like some mischievous spirit come to conspire in his game.

Something brushed her hair.

Sarah turned but saw nothing.

She grinned.

He was toying with her now.

She giggled and darted down the path.

Hide and Seek had never been so much fun.

She could feel him all around her, touching, breathing on her skin. It was as if he were the fog himself, closing in like a dream to envelope her.

A noise turned her head and Sarah watched as tendrils of fog swirled lazily in the wake of some movement.

Further down the path, she caught her first glimpse of him.

Half hidden in the plants, like some beast that hunted her, DavidÕs eyes burned at her. He moved with slow, calculated steps, his chiseled face passed hypnotically from shadow to light as he emerged. He was like no man she had ever known, ominous, potentÉ almost preternatural in his ability to move without sound.

The fog thickened and she lost sight of him.

"Sarah..."

She turned quickly, and there he stood, so close she could feel his breath on her face.

ÒDavidÉÓ

She whispered his name like a prayer.

His hand seized a fist full of her hair and he drew her to his mouth, his lips poised so painfully close to hersÉ

Her gasp was heavenly.

ÒDid you miss me?Ó he whispered, his voice as molten as the fire in his eyes.

Her hands squeezed at his powerful chest, touching his face.

He was real. He was here.

She almost wept as she kissed him.

Her hands slid down his waist, past his hips toward the front of his thighs. He grinned playfully, snatching her wrists only inches from her goal...

"Something you want, my Sweet?" He teased, enjoying the way she still struggled to touch him.

Slowly, deliberately, David urged her arms behind her back and Sarah only resisted slightly as he pinned them in the grip of one hand. He touched his fingers to her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin, lingering over every detail of her eyes, her mouth...

She was just as he remembered.

She pulled free and grinned at him, backing down another path and daring him to follow.

No, nothing had changed.

His face darkened and his chin dipped low as he looked at her from the tops of his eyes. He took one step forward, and another, one to counter every step that she took back.

He strayed slightly right, encouraging her back to his left. In her eyes he saw each move before she made it.

She backed down the path, toward the hot tubs, herded toward the foxÕs den like some unsuspecting rabbit.

Sarah glanced back to assess her position but when her eyes returned he was gone.

She saw it then, the soft amber glow that flickered on the fog through the trees and like a moth to the proverbial flame, she was helplessly drawn toward it. Her eyes widened as she ascended the steps. She felt like Dorothy, stepping out into Oz.

Never had she seen anything so beautiful.

****

Candles surrounded the hot tub, dozens of them. Their flames flickered in the passing breezes to cast jittering shadows around her. Trays, heaped with fruits and jerk chicken lined the tubÕs edge, companied by two long stemmed glasses and a glimmering silver bucket wherein a bottle of champagne leaned in ice. A gathering of soft pillows were heaped on one side of the tub and explosions of floral baskets were everywhere. Petals of all sorts lay scattered in the water and in a thick, colorful carpet on the flooring.

He appeared on the opposite side.

He smiled at her happiness.

How handsome and strong he looked. His ivory linen pants cinched loose at his hips by their cord, and his white cotton shirt was unbuttoned, fluttering in the wind to expose torturous glimpses of his proud, exquisite pectorals.

His chest lifted and he drew his shoulders back.

That shadow slipped over his face again.

It was the darkness in his eyes that had first excited her, still excited her.

It was the way he watched her.

His eyes missed nothing.

He seemed almost inhuman, like some displaced man/god to whom mortals should bow and show reverence.

But wasnÕt that was the great paradox of all man/gods, a righteous heart imprisoned by a body wrought with human frailties?

The corner of her mouth was lifted by a wicked thought and Sarah leaned against one of the gazebo's four sturdy corner-posts. Her grin turned devilish. His eyes fell to where her nipples strained against the thin, fragile cloth of her sundress. David watched as her hands wandered across her hips, over the flatness of her abdomen, between her thighs. Sarah could hear his breaths quicken as she toyed at the hem of her dress.

Her hands squeezed at the soft, tender flesh between her legs.

ÒSomething you want, My Sweet,Ó she mocked playfully.

She could see it in his eyes, the animal in him pacing with ravenous hunger behind his cage of self control.

Her smile taunted him further.

As one hand squeezed at her breasts, the other drifted higher between her thighs. Her hand remained torturously hidden by the hem of her frilly little dress but the sound, the deliciously wet sound made it clear where her fingers played.

She was treading on dangerous ground and her smile told him just how well she understood this.

His eyes never strayed, never blinked. David simply stood there and let her step willingly over the line.

She was inserting fingers now. The sweet, wet sounds made his cock jerk almost painfully. She worked her fingers deeper. In and outÉ Faster, slowerÉ

She loved how he clenched his teeth, how his hands snapped tight into white-knuckled fists as he struggled to maintain control. And Sarah pushed him further, lifting a glistening hand to her mouth to suck the taste from her fingers.

With unnatural speed he was upon her, seizing her shoulders to pin her hard against the post.

He bent to kiss her, but when she responded, he pulled back.

He grinned and leaned in again, slower, tempting her, and again he pulled back from her.

Her whimper was sweet music.

She struggled now, wanting himÉ needing himÉ

He closed his mouth on the sweet, vulnerable flesh of her throat, tasting her skin, feeling her moans on his lips as they crawled from deep inside her.

ÒHave you dreamed of this?Ó David asked. His voice hushed with heat.

ÒHave you needed this,Ó he asked, Òached for this?Ó

ÒYes,Ó she sighed as her hands made another attempt for his cock.

He stopped her, his hands clamped tight on her wrists.

The glint in his eyes was a warning.

ÒDonÕt move,Ó he reminded her, pleased with how quickly she submitted.

David released his grip, impressed by the strength she had acquired since last time they met. Sarah remained perfectly still, barely breathing, even as he traced a finger down the soft, exposed skin of her throat.

She shuddered as his finger slid down between her breasts, and he loved the way she gasped as he hooked a finger to the neckline of her dress.

He jerked down. She heard the frail tear of fabric, felt the straps of her dress fall one at a time from her shoulders. He held the dress in one hand as his fingers combed back through her hair. He kissed her, his tongue pushed through her lips to slither between her teeth.

David shoved the stiffness in his crotch against her and Sarah met each thrust with equal fire.

His groan was guttural, primal and vaguely threatening.

He used SarahÕs hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat where he sank his teeth hard against her skin. With one hand still clutched to the neckline of her dress he tore the garment from her body.

He stepped back, primed by the sight of her naked body.

David pulled the shirt from his body, peeling it back to expose the mass of his shoulders, the swell of his chestÉ the thickness of his powerful arms.

His strength alone intoxicated her.

David pulled her into his arm, charged by the feel of her naked skin his. Sarah reached for the cord of his pants but her gripped her wrists again.

ÒGive it to me,Ó she grinned. ÒLet me have it.Ó

He only laughed.

ÒBeg,Ó David said, and his eyes dared her to take his challenge. ÒI want to hear you beg for it.Ó

Sarah refused, defying him, and his grip tightened in her hair.

ÒTell me,Ó he demanded, and his face grew dark, his voice going deep as if someone else spoke through him. ÒBeg for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck that hungry, wet cunt.Ó

Sarah shuddered, her knees going weak. He squeezed at her tits, pinching her hard nipples until he was satisfied with her screams.

He loved the pain as her nails sank deep into his back.

David held her face in his hands, looked into her eyes.

ÒYou get nothing you are not brave enough to ask for,Ó he reminded her. ÒNothing.Ó

She squirmed against him.

He twisted her nipples again.

ÒSay it,Ó he urged, and she hesitated only a moment.

ÒI want your cock,Ó she surrendered. ÒPlease fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly.Ó

David swept her into his arms, as he had in Columbia. Her ear pressed tight to hear the beating of his heart. He carried her to the pillows and laid her upon the fragrant carpet of petals, squatting on his haunches to look down at her for a moment.

As his eyes consumed her, the flat of his palm smoothed slowly down over her tits, over her belly, his fingers just grazing over her patch of perfectly trimmed hair before slowly lifting free.

ÒYou are so beautiful,Ó he said softly.

David rose to his feet. He towered over her and she gave such a sweet sigh as he loosened the cord on his pants.

He fed on the sight of her, the way she laid there squirming at his feet. He drank in every move and every passion filled sound she made.

Sarah wasnÕt the only one who had waited too long for this.

His pants fell to a pool of linen at is ankles. He stepped from them and to kick them aside.

The sight of his cock pulled a delicious groan from throat, and her hands roamed her own body, as if of their own will, an attempt to give comfort to the ache between her legs. She squeezed at her tits, lifting them so he could see her hard, erect nipples. Sarah parted her legs and felt a flood of heat as eyes burned between them.

She sighed and slipped her fingers through the swollen wetness of her pussy, using fingers from both hands to pull them open to show him what he wanted.

His cock twitched, thick and bulging with veins.

A spasm rippled through her pussy and she drover her fingers insideÉ

ÒNo!Ó He growled.

ÒNothing you donÕt ask for,Ó he repeated.

Sarah grinned.

She liked his new game.

ÒGive me your cock,Ó she said. It was more a demand than a request.

And he raised the stakes.

ÒWhere?Ó He challenged.

Sarah drew up onto her knees, her mouth just inches from his cock.

ÒI want to taste you,Ó she cooed, liking her soft lips to tempt him. ÒI want to feel that thick cock filling my mouth I want you to fuck my mouth like a pussy.Ó

His cock lurched at her words, twitching at the nerve they struck.

He slipped his fingers through her hair.

ÒBeg,Ó he said again.

ÒPlease,Ó she whispered.

David did not move as he allowed her to slip her hand around the base of his cock. She pushed back to tighten the skin, to make his rigid cock point stiffly at her face.

She kissed the swollen head.

His groan was instant.

Sarah cupped his balls in her other hand, holding them, testing their weight. His cock throbbed madly as her tongue slid circles over the head.

As one hand worked the shaft her mouth sank slowly down the full length of his cock. She pulled back, took him in again. Then she pulled free to watch the wetness drip from the head.

Sarah took him in again. Her tongue worked slippery magic to the sensitive head as her hand twisted long strokes on the shaft. She sank deep until the bulging head of his cock pushed hard against the back of her throat. The muscles in her throat constricted, milking his cock in her mouth.

ÒOh, fuckÉÓ he groaned as her mouth pumped back and forth.

Her hand worked in unison with her mouth, stroking the shaft, rising to a torturous twist over the blood engorged head whenever her lips would pull free.

DavidÕs grip tightened in her hair.

He had to make her stop.

He knelt with her, taking her in one arm to lay her back into the flowers.

He squatted down, touched her beautiful face.

David laid her back upon the pillows, down into the fragrant carpet of petals. He knelt between her legs, parting them with his knees, and he kissed her throat, her tits, clamping her nipples hard with his teeth.

He looked down at her, her hair spilled out across the pillows, her eyes half closedÉ

She had never looked more beautiful.

ÒDonÕt move,Ó he whispered again and she smiled at his mercilessness.

He kissed the tightness of her abdomen, sank his tongue into her navel. His mouth was like fire.

David kissed the receptive hollows between her thighs, licking the taste of her juices which had strayed this far from her pussy.

She cried out.

She didn't care who heard.

Sarah squirmed and twisted, lifting to offer her pussy to his mouth. He pinned her down, shoved her legs wide, holding her there, open and exposed.

ÒTell me,Ó he said cruelly. ÒTell me what you want.Ó

His hot breath poured between her legs.

ÒLick my pussy,Ó she pleaded. ÒI want you to taste how wet I am for you.Ó

His tongue flicked across her clit.

Her scream was exquisite.

Sarah clutched at his hair as he sucked her clit between his lips and he worked his tongue in slow, malicious circles.

ÒGod, yes,Ó she sighed. ÒPlease, yesÉÓ

How sweet the juices that flowed from her now.

David pushed his tongue through the swollen lips of her pussy, fucked it deep into her hole to lap at the flood of wetness. She used both hands now to hold him there.

Her back arched.

She was going to come.

David stopped.

David descended over her, kissing her. She could taste her pussy in his mouth.

ÒYou have to ask,Ó his taunted, and he kissed her face, her cheeks.

He lowered his hips, pushing the head of his cock through the soft, drenched heat of her pussy lips.

Her body moved reflexively, fluidly. Her skin glistened in the candle light.

Neither could resist much longer.

He turned her over and drew Sarah onto her knees, his hands smoothed down the graceful slopes of her hips to squeeze at the cheeks of her ass. With his palm flat on the small of her back, David urged her down, applying more pressure until her tits pressed firm into the petals.

He admired her upturned ass; firm, rounded with soft, flawless skin. His hands studied the shape, his fingers tracing a long, deliberate line over that perfect little "v" where her ass cheeks met at the top. The dimples at the lowest slope of her back were like an artistÕs touch, delicious and almost entirely too exquisite.

He kissed her neck, her shoulders, down along her spine. Her body rocked back and forth, her ass grinding in want against his cock.

Sarah reached back to guide the head through her lips.

ÒTell me,Ó David whispered, withdrawing his cock from her pussy but not so far to take it from her hand. ÒBeg me.Ó

ÒOh please,Ó she implored. ÒMy pussy is so hot and wet for you.Ó

David shoved half of his length inside her, his arm clamped tight around her waist as he held her tortuously still.

ÒIs it burning for my cock?Ó He whispered, testing her with one more inch. ÒIs that sweet, wet cunt on fire for this thick, hard cock?Ó

ÒOh God, David,Ó she shuddered. ÒPlease fuck me.Ó

He shoved his cock full length into her pussy. Her muscles clamped tight. The heat, the wetness was incredible. David used her hips to guide her, to pull her ass hard against each new thrust.

David folded over her body, reaching one hand between her legs. His fingers played through her lips, teasing at her clit, causing her pussy to clamp tighter on his cock. As he drove in deeper she rocked back to meet him, their bodies slamming against each other with almost vicious brutality.

He clenched his teeth.

Like lava, his need churned inside his gut.

He was on the edge. He grit his teeth and waited for her to join him.

The cry of her ecstasy was more than he could bear.

Their scream was primal, beautiful in its harmony and their bodies entwined as they climbed a volcanic explosion.

Heat washed over them, wave after wave, and they clung to each other as they drifted free in its current. Slowly, blissfully, they sank into each otherÕs arms.

He looked down at her, pushed the hair from her glistening face. How beautifully she glowed in the after moment.

He kissed her, almost weeping.

ÒI told you I would find you again.Ó

-Stilettos

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