Page 9 of One for the Money

Grabbing a bottle of King of Spirits Absinthe, I headed up to my room and slammed the bedroom door closed before Bear had any intention of following me. Tonight, I just wanted to be anywhere but in my own body. Stripping out of my clothes, I turned on the faucets and filled my giant-ass tub. While I waited for it to fill, I gathered the few things I’d need for tonight. Opening a small wooden box, I pulled out a pre-rolled joint that had been laced with a slight amount of LSD to give that added experience.

Setting my absinthe glass on the counter, I poured the liquor over the sugar cube and then lit that shit on fire. Using the flame, I lit my joint and inhaled deeply, holding my breath until my lungs begged for me to get that shit out of my body. Dousing the flame with water, I stirred the mixture together. With my absinthe in one hand and my joint in the other, I sank into the scalding hot water that made my skin prickle. Kicking the knob until it turned off the water, I took a sip, moaning at the taste. I didn’t indulge often in chasing the green fairy, as they called it, but right now, I needed to forget.

Putting the joint to my lips, I took another hit, knowing I could only take one more. Three was my limit of this concoction—any more, and I wasn’t going to be able to trust what I might do. Before I learned what I could handle, I’d sobered up only to find myself in some unknown location with lots of dead bodies. The first time had been before I’d had Bear in my life looking after me when I was still his.

The second I thought of him, I knew I was in trouble. Shooting back the rest of my absinthe, I felt it burn down my throat and warm in my belly. This was the reason I needed to forget. He was dead, and I was alive. He’d tried to take everything from me, but instead, I took everything from him, creating the empire I now ruled. No one even remembered his name—that’s how unimportant and irrelevant he’d become—thanks to me.

A grin tugged at my lips as I set the glass down and put out my joint, feeling the high wrap around me like velvet brushing along my naked body. I gazed up at the stained-glass skylight I’d had custom-made in a kaleidoscope pattern of purples, blues, and blacks. Floating in the tub, I watched as the colors reached down to grab and pull me from my body to come play. The world they brought me to would make Tim Burton proud. This is where I frolicked and played, allowing myself to forget everything and everyone. Yes, it was weak of me to run and hide in this part of my imagination, but it was where I always felt safe.

Time wasn’t a thing in my shadow world. When a silent spector appeared out of the misted woods, I knew it was time to return. This figure didn’t always come to take me back, but I’d come to expect him as of late. The feel of his ghostly hands scooping me up always had me gasping. It was as if his touch was charged with electricity, and it sparked along my skin, making me want to hold him tighter yet, at the same time, push him away.

“Why do you come for me?” I asked, but I knew I’d never get an answer.

How could something that was my own imagination tell me what I didn’t know?

To my surprise, he stopped, and I felt him looking down at me. Even though he didn’t really have a face, I felt his eyes. My spector leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, letting them scrape along the sensitive flesh. I winced in pain as he tugged on my lip harshly, then came back to soothe the pain with a kiss. Reaching up, I tried to pull him closer to me, but he growled disapprovingly. Only when I put my hand back down did he reward me with another kiss, more urgent and demanding.

I felt him lay me down on something incredibly soft and warm. His lips moved from mine and explored my neck, then nibbled along my collarbone until he drifted to my breasts. One hand grabbed the right while his teeth teased the other. In a contrast of hard and soft using his lips and teeth, my body started to burn with need.

“More,” I rasped. “Give me more.”

His fingers rolled my nipple before tugging on it, causing me to arch into the pain-filled pleasure. A hand shoved my legs apart, which I willingly let fall open, praying he would give my pussy some attention. One large, rough finger moved between my pussy’s folds, pausing to tease the piercing on the hood of my clit. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, making my hips buck.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged, trying to sit up, but his hand that had been on my breast now wrapped around my throat, keeping me pinned down.

A finger tested the entrance as if to see if I was wet. He really didn’t need to worry about that—when I got high, my sex drive went through the roof. Even I could hear just how eager I was for something to get thrust into my pussy. Why I found the sound of my drenched pussy a major turn-on, I couldn’t tell you, but fuck, I loved to hear a good, sloppy fuck.

Two fingers thrust into me, triggering a scream to erupt as my back bowed. There was nothing gentle about this interaction—I was a fucking toy for him to play with. God, I was so fucked in the head to love it as much as I did. Normally, I was the one to pin a man to the wall, yank out his cock, and ride it until I came. Few men had the balls to turn the tables on me. In fact, there was only one other man besides Bear who could bend me over and make me take it like a good little slut.

“Yes, yes, yes, punish my pussy,” I mumbled, head thrashing side to side as he mercilessly used his thumb to grind against my clit.

This brought back memories of the man I’d danced with at a random club in Varpas. I’d gone north into Hasnad, one of the other countries I did a fair amount of business in, and stopped to make a deal in Varpas. Things had gone amazingly, so I decided to celebrate. My celebration turned into a real party when I slipped off with this sexy-as-sin stranger who had sea-blue eyes mixed with green that I couldn’t resist. He’d picked the lock to the manager’s office and, within seconds, had me bent over the desk, cock pounding my pussy as he fingered my ass, making me come so hard I saw stars. This cocky fucker made me come three times before I shoved him onto the floor and rode him to completion.

I enjoyed myself so much I didn’t care that he’d come in me, not that I was worried about getting pregnant. He made sure that could never happen. In fact, I relished the feel of his warm cum leaking out of me as I stood and left him there on the floor, high off his climax. Things took a turn when he showed up at my hotel the next morning, begging for my number so we could see each other again. It would seem Mr. Sexy wasn’t used to being the one used and walked away from. Somehow, he even managed to prevent Bear from seeing him, which gave me even more reasons to stay the hell away from the man.

An open-hand slap to my pussy brought my attention back to my shadow man. The low rumbles of a growl told me he knew my mind had wandered. Could I really be blamed for that when I was this fucking high? Apparently, to him, the answer was yes as he gripped my throat tighter, allowing me just the barest ability to breathe.

Slap, another blow to my pussy which had me levitating as I saw stars.

My hands wrapped around his arm, not to pull it away but to let him know I was there in the moment since I couldn’t speak. This was good enough for him, so he resumed his mission, only using three fingers instead of two. I didn’t know what magical voodoo this apparition had, but those three fingers stroked over the one spot that would make me explode. High as a kite and hella fucking sensitive, it didn’t take long for me to come, but not just the typical kind of release. Nope, I was old faithful, and a geyser erupted out of me.

Yeah, I know people think squirting is a myth, but let me tell you, if a man knows what he’s doing, I turn into a fucking fountain.

The pressure on my throat let up as my body convulsed, limbs shaking at the magnitude of the orgasm I’d just experianced. Using both hands, my dark lover shoved my legs wide and proceeded to rub his hand furiously over my sensitive clit. This brought about another explosion as I babbled nonsense, eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Slap.

I screamed so long and loud my throat was raw. My soul rocketed out of that dimension into another, where a huge beast with sharp teeth and black voids where there should be eyes crouched over me. A normal human would be terrified to see such a creature, but to me, all I saw was the brutal beauty in its creation.

“If you’ve come to eat my soul, I’m afraid someone’s already beaten you to it,” I managed to gasp out, my heart thundering so loud in my chest it was like standing next to a speaker at a dubstep concert.

The beast shook its head and placed a massive clawed paw over my chest where my heart beat.

“Trust me, you don’t want that… it’s gnarled, twisted, and full of rage,” I pointed out. “Honestly, I don’t think I have anything to offer you.”

Slowly, the beast bent down and rested its forehead against mine. Oddly, it seemed as if this beast was trying to comfort me, but I’d already resigned to dying. There was nothing I had to bargain with unless…

“There is one thing,” I ventured. “It’s not much, and I don’t know why you’d even accept it, but I’m pretty much a beast myself if you want company.”