The Stilettos Diaries
From Hell to Eternity

-Part Three-

 

He stood alone, staring at the way the halogen lights cast the trees in liquid shadows across the rain-soaked sidewalks. The air smelled of steamed pavement and asphalt.

It was three AM, and Royal Oak, Michigan slept.

Across the intersection of 4th and Main, David stared at the bold channel letters, bolted down the side of the corner building. The green lights, normally bright and humming with current were long since dark and quiet.

ÒCaribouÉÓ

The name of her favorite coffee shop; a swift and graceful creature hunted by leopards on the Serengeti, a cunning animal whose formidable horns could take deadly advantage of inexperience or misjudgment.

A bolt of lightning slashed the air and he lifted his face to the sky.

He waited, and the thunder came.

How long before her had he heard that potent sound and not been charged by its power?

How long since would it not conjure her name in his head?

SarahÉ

He closed his eyes and her face flashed through his thoughtsÉ

He had never known a woman like her, as seductive as the scent of water to the thirsty yet as elusive as the oasis that pulls you on your knees through the sand; a woman of such powerful spiritual conviction he had seen her walk tall through the Valley of the Shadow and truly fear no evil.

Yet with the same evocative smile, which could soothe his soul, she could coax out the very demons he struggled desperately to control.

She was a haunting enigmaÉ a dangerous paradoxÉ

She was the mirror in which he was forced to see himself reflected.

From the beginning Sarah had dared him to come out, to roll over and expose him self.

She shoved at him, backed him into a cornerÉ made him dig deeper than he ever had to hold strongÉ yet she did so with the softness of a whisperÉ

Like hostages, who bond with their captors, victims of catastrophe would often become attached to their saviors and he had been down that road far too many times not to know of the advantages that could be taken there.

He had to maintain, stay in control, adhere to the code and always be the good soldier.

But it was different with her.

He wanted to let go, to give in to that dark call.

Displaced affection is how the mind protected itself in times like Columbia. It was how one got through the storm.

But that was just it.

Storms excited her.

Sarah was too much like him to be weakened by threat, too well armed to be defeated by adversity.

It was the danger that had aroused her that night, the power gained by eluding capture and death.

David turned his eyes north.

Her house was less than two miles.

Tonight he would show her.

Tonight he would unleash his demons.

Tonight David would take her to the edge and make her look straight down into the abyss.

Rain drummed the ground and a car turned the corner.

Even as the headlights swept over the last of DavidÕs footprints, the driver never saw him.

**********

Sarah loved storms. Even as a child, as warnings on the television advised the viewing area to take shelter, Sarah could never resist the invitation to run outside and bear witness.

In her backyard by her pond, her Sarah closed her eyes and listened as the tranquil sounds of the waterfall gave way to another peel of thunder.

The roll was ominous, deep and threatening like the beat of foreboding drums, which warned something powerful would come.

Lightning ripped through the clouds and the sky exploded with a deafening crash.

She tilted back her head, laughing as the rain began to touch and wet her body.

The wind gusted, rushing in a great current to lift and twist the branches.

The deluge broke and Sarah ran to the house.

**********

From the giant picture window in her den, Sarah watched as trees rocked and bowed to the violence of the storm. Leaves and weaker branches, torn from Dutch Elm and Oak trees, were scattered to the wind as the torrent of rain beat down. This was the nature of chaos. It had the potential to reshape, to killÉ to wipe the slate clean.

In the midst of fury, only the strong would survive and that which remained would be cleansed.

Sarah fluffed her hands through the dampness of her hair, loving the cool feeling as it slipped between her fingers. She bent to the table, poured her second glass of wine.

Lightning flashed to illuminate her garden in flickers of crisp, white light.

It was when the darkness returned she saw him, behind her, reflected in the sheet of plate glass.

She turned, her eyes locked on his muscled silhouette.

She could hear him breathing.

David stepped into the thin stream of light that cut through the window behind her.

His eyes were expressionless, unblinking.

Rainwater trickled down the sides of his face, dripping from the square of his jaw. He filled his lungs and his wet t-shirt drew tight against his body.

Sarah stepped back. David countered and when her back hit the wall he closed the gap between them.

How sweet she looked, cornered there in her delicate, silk nightgownÉ a shimmering ivory with the tiniest of perfect pearl buttons. Sarah could feel his breath on her face, smell his wet skin. His hunger was potent, so tangible it held her against the wall like a pair of captive hands.

Her surrender was immediate.

His eyes were almost menacing, dark but full of fire and he shoved his body against hers.

TrappedÉ between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

His eyes narrowed and his head cocked to one side.

ÒHello, My Sweet,Ó he said, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her skin.

He shoved his body hard against her, pinning her tight to the wall and she moaned as she felt the twitch of his cock. She struggled against him. She wanted him.

Her arms lifted, embracing him, and she kissed his faceÉ his chestÉ He did not move.

His apathy encouraged a bolder moveÉ her hands slid with clear intent between his legsÉ and he seized her wrists, clasping them in the grip of one strong hand as he lifted her arms over her head. He pinned them against the wallÉ and his head cocked the other way.

A vicious smile came to his face as he reached his free arm behind his backÉ and Sarah heard the distinct, chilling sound of metal against hard metal.

He erected the lethal weapon between them. Lightning flashed harshly from the long, thick blade and he gave her ample time to admire its deadly length; its thickness, both its sharp and serrated edgesÉ

He loved how she held her breath.

ÒAre you afraid?Ó David asked.

Oh, how he loved the doubt on her face.

Sarah didnÕt know him. Not really. Her saviorÉ her fantasyÉ

WasnÕt Lucifer an angel?

David leveled his eyes on her. It was as if something dark passed through him and he held the knife horizontally to press it slowly against her throat.

Sarah gasped, her head pressed back against the wall as the serrated teeth bit threateningly against her skin. He released his hold on her wrists. There was no need for restraint now. The fingers of one hand sifted up through her hair. How sweet her sigh, how vulnerable and innocent. He closed her hair into his fist. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her head back to expose her neck.

He pushed his face close to hers and clenched each word in his teeth as he asked the question again.

ÒAre you afraid?Ó He growled.

Sarah was trembling.

ÒYes,Ó she shuddered.

His cock bulged in his denims, and he shoved it hard against her.

ÒAre you wet?Ó He challenged and he felt her body shudder against his.

ÒYes,Ó she whispered.

He lifted her face to his, allowing her to look at him as he drew the knife toward his own chest. The sharp edge touched against the left mound of pectorals and his face remained expressionless as he dragged the knife across.

The fabric parted, gaping wide to give birth to a bulge of flesh. On his skin, there wasnÕt the slightest scratch.

Skill made any weapon more deadly.

His eyes narrowed to two, thin slits.

The demons had come.

She squirmed, and he snatched her wrists again to pin them on the wall over her head.

It was all too easy.

ÒIs this what you want?Ó He asked. His voice low and aggressive, strained through the darkness that began to overcome him. ÒIs this what makes you come alive?Ó

Her shaking breaths played like music in his ears.

David released her, stepping back, the tip of the knife poised dangerously against her throat.

He would say this only once.

ÒDonÕt Ð move.Ó

He unbuckled his belt, pulled it free of the loops.

He glared at her.

There was fear in her eyes; fear and hopeÉ and he fed on this uncertainty.

ÒTurn around,Ó he ordered, and he forced her chest against the wall. He held her there with the hand which held the knife and he used the other to draw her arms behind her back.

SarahÕs body went tense as he looped the belt through its buckle and she cried out when he cinched it tight around her wrists.

ÒTell me you donÕt like this,Ó he challenged, raising gooseflesh on her skin as he breathed his words into her ear. He reached beneath her nightee and ripped her flimsy panties from her body. ÒSay it,Ó he dared viciously. ÒTell me to stop.Ó

She said nothing, and David chuckled darkly.

ÒI know you want this,Ó he whispered. ÒIt turns you on. It makes you wet. You like the line between can and canÕt fight back, donÕt you?Ó

He seized her hair to jerk her head back. Her neck, so exposed and helplessÉ

Sarah moaned, struggled. The touch of metal subdued her.

ÒDonÕt you?Ó He growled.

ÒYes,Ó she confessed.

He nuzzled close to her ear, his body shoved so tight against hers she could barely breathe.

ÒIÕll bet that sweet little pussy is dripping for my cock,Ó he told her, and with terrifying speed the knife left her throat to stab into the wall between her thighs.

Her scream made his cock lurch painfully.

With his fist against her ass, the blade was inches from her pussy. The cutting edge so dangerously close to her thighÉ

Sarah rose on tip-toe, barely breathing as she went rigid against the wall.

ÒI know what gets you going,Ó he informed her, jerking brutally against the belt strap to wedge her arms high on her back. ÒI know what you need,Ó he hissed. ÒI know what gets that juicy little pussy of yours all hot and twitching for dick.Ó

He shoved against her hard.

ÒI can smell how fucking wet you are!Ó

He spun her to face him, pushing a hand to her chest to pin her into the wall. His grin was almost fiendish as he held the knife between them. He tilted it in the light slowly, displaying the droplets that collected from her pussy to glisten on the smooth, flat blade.

He drew it to his mouth and his tongue slithered thickly from between his lips to lick her juices from the steel.

He pulled her close and kissed her, using his tongue to push her taste deep into her mouth, and she drank from him hungrily.

He pulled her back, holding her at bay with his fingers locked tight in her hair. His wicked grin lifted the corner of his mouthÉ Then he released her, folding his body forward to push a shoulder into her waist and bend her over his back.

He took Sarah through the kitchen, opened the door to the basement where he flipped on the light to carry her down the stairs.

He stood her in the middle of the finished space and left her there to carry on with his mission.

Sarah noticed immediately that the sofa had been moved, as was the chair and foot stool, and several panels in the white, dropped ceiling had been removed from the grid above. In the floor joists, about one foot apart, a set of stainless steel hooks had been screwed into the wood and coiled from each was an ample length of rope.

David wanted Sarah to notice these things. He wanted her to know. He needed her to understand this was not the first time he had been there.

David clamped his knife in his teeth and stepped within inches of her. He reached behind her to unbind her wrists and he draped the belt over her shoulder so the buckle rested cool against her breast.

Sarah only resisted slightly as he lifted each arm, a bit more as he bound her wrists, still more as he pulled them taught over her head.

He stepped back. He wanted to admire her position and allow her time to accept the full potential of her predicament.

His eyes burned at her. She could almost see the shadows of the demons that shifted behind them. He seemed to be waiting, waiting for them to comeÉ to consume him.

He gripped the knife with his right hand, and tilting his head David extended the knife to fit the tip of the blade quite skillfully into the belt buckle. He lifted, pulled the strap from her shoulder and very methodically wrapped it around his left palm.

Only a bit of the strap remained free.

He closed it his fist and lowered it to his side.

David studied SarahÕs face, and raised the knife to press the flat side of the blade to the red, hot flush in her cheek.

ÒDelicious, isnÕt it?Ó He taunted, gliding the blade free to aim it at the front of her neck.

He loved how she tried to pull back.

ÒEvery day, we are this close,Ó he told her. ÒOne twitch, one poorly timed breath and this knife could cut your throat.Ó

Then he leaned very near.

ÒI advise you remain very still.Ó

David hooked his fingers into the gaping slice in his t-shirt. The long tear filled her ears as he peeled it off his body. He threw the ruined shirt off to the side and stood close to her again. He lifted the knife to the first of the tiny pearl buttons.

FlickÉ

Sarah heard it hit the wall and skitter across the floor.

Her stillness was impressive.

The cloth parted slightly where he aimed at the second little button.

ÒAre you wet, my Sweet?Ó He teasedÉ

FlickÉ

Three buttons remained.

ÒIs that juicy little pussy just aching for my cock?Ó

Flick, flickÉ

The last tiny button did little to hold the flimsy silk, which barely concealed her tits.

He turned his attention to the straps.

FlickÉ flickÉ

The wasted silk slipped soundlessly to her ankles.

Sarah gasped reflexively, swaying slightly as the intoxication of the moment rushed through her.

She was naked, helpless.

And this is how he left her.

David moved to the stool he had shoved into the corner with a chair and he propped his boots to casually untie each one.

He pulled them off, tossed them to the side.

He was in no hurry.

So many possibilities.

So little she could do to stop him.

He closed in on her again, and with uncanny dexterity David touched the knife to her left tit, tracing the point in constricting circles as her nipple stiffened and grew hard. He repeated this torment to the other side, touching the point to the tip of her tightly erect nipple enough to make her wince.

ÒTell me,Ó he said quietly, dragging the serrated edge over SarahÕs skin as he circled her. ÒTell me you want more.Ó

She was trembling again.

He could smell her excitement.

ÒTell me you want it.Ó

Without warning, Sarah felt the sting of the belt on her ass.

She yelped, raised to her toes, and her back arched beautifully.

He stood in front of her.

ÒOne last time,Ó he warned. ÒTell me you want more!Ó

Her eyes leveled.

ÒFuck you,Ó she growled back.

With one swift stroke he slashed the ropes from the hooks. He snatched her wrists, wedging them behind her back.

Her struggle only excited him now, pumping him full of a toxic, violent heat.

His fingers slipped deep into her hair and he pulled her head back. Her eyes were glazed, half closed and she swooned as if drunk on the power of her lust.

God, she was exquisite.

David closed his mouth over hers, charged by the feel of her slick tongue in his mouth, the coolness of her bare tits as they smashed against the heat in his chestÉ

Sarah broke from him and staggered back.

With a flick of his wrist the knife hissed past her ear to stab a deep place into the wood paneling.

Sarah froze.

The knife rattled and went silent.

He pulled her to the sofa and folded her over the back. He made her stay there, bent and ready as he unfastened and removed his Levis, his cock so hard it ached.

He stroked it, soothed it, and smacked it across her bare ass.

He reached under to cup her tits in his hand. First one, then the otherÉ squeezing and testing their weight. He pinched SarahÕs nipples, pulling them, twisting them hard until she winced. It was a whimper of satisfaction; a cry of pleasure, an audible confession of the pleasure that coursed through her body.

David used his foot to push legs apart. His raging hard cock stabbed insistently against her ass. His hand slid from her tits, over the flatness of her belly to squeeze at the flesh of her inner thighs. He could feel her wetness. It trickled over his fingers as it slithered down her legs.

He loved the feel of her body, the way she arched her back to grind her ass against his cock.

She reached back to take his cock in her hand, guiding it to her pussy where she pushed the head through the heat of her swollen, wet lips.

He thrust his hips forward, shoving half his length into her cunt.

His fingers found her clit, that place that made her go weak, and she seemed to melt as he teased it with his fingers.

Her breaths quickened and she grew very still as he put his lips to her ear.

ÒTell me,Ó he whisperedÉ

ÒYes,Ó she surrendered. ÒGive it to me. Fuck me, now!Ó

David did not move. He was not satisfied.

ÒBeg,Ó he urged, the torment to her clit growing softer as he brought her to the edgeÉ and held her over the abyss.

ÒBeg,Ó he whispered.

ÒPlease!Ó Sarah groaned and he slammed his cock to the hilt.

She cried out, arching into the blur of pleasure and pain as he rammed into her again.

He pounded her harder, jamming his rigid dick so deep he thought he might split her in two.

His skin roared with heat as the sudden wave rushed over him. He could feel her contractions on his exploding cock taking his pleasure to some dizzying almost frightening height.

They rode each otherÕs passion, clinging to each other as they joined in some higher place.

They collapsed, exhausted, finding their way to sofaÕs seat where they entwined in each others arms.

Sarah held him and stroked his hair.

David never felt such serenity.

It was never danger that aroused her. He understood that now. It was her unwavering belief that she wasnÕt alone which lifted her spirit free.

When her fear was most fierce, her faith was always stronger.

Whatever the challenge or strength of their demons, they rested peacefully now, comforted in the knowledge that the power of love and the good in them both would always, always prevail.

-Stilettos

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