Evil Allure (9 page)

“I’m sorry, Vaughn. I didn’t mean to—”

“I know, Ariel. It’s not a big deal to me.”

“No, it’s just that… I know what it feels like. I haven’t seen my parents, my entire family even, in a long time. Sometimes I even wonder if they still think I exist.”

I looked down at the ground as I told him something about my past. It wasn’t something I normally told people about but Vaughn had disarmed me so easily that I felt completely comfortable saying it to him. I knew that he wouldn’t judge me or think anything of it. It was just a feeling I had.

Vaughn suddenly got up off of the sofa and then took a seat next to me. I didn’t look at him but I could feel his body right next to me. I could smell him. His fragrance was strong and overpowering but nothing unpleasant.

My heart skipped a beat. There were butterflies fluttering around in my stomach and all he was doing was just sitting there, right next to me. I became more bashful than I realized, wanting to reach out and touch him but unable to act on the cravings that were building inside of me.

“I just get lonely sometimes,” he said. “Do you know what that’s like?”

I swallowed and looked back at him. His piercing blue eyes were penetrating right through me. Up close, fighting it was impossible.

“...Yeah…”

“That’s why I wanted to stay here. With you, Ariel. I want to stay here with you. Can I? Even for just a moment…”

“...Yes.”

I was barely able to get the words out as the passion started to seal my throat shut. I gulped as he started to lean in closer to me. The anticipation was vibrating through my body and I had to hold myself steady. My eyes started to narrow and I could see his face slowly beginning to drift toward mine. I closed my eyes and when his lips touched mine, I felt a release.

The pleasure spread from my lips and surged through my body. It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. His lips were so soft and sweet and he knew exactly how to use them. Oddly enough, the taste of spaghetti was nowhere to be found, replaced by a coolness that I couldn't describe. He licked and teased me, tugging and pulling on my lips to make me yearn for more. I was losing control of my body and before I knew it, my chest was heaving in ecstasy.

He lowered his mouth down upon my chin and neck, allowing the moans to escape from between my lips. The pace escalated quickly. I wrapped my arms around him and tugged on his leather jacket while he pulled the straps of my dress down the sides of my arms. The cleavage I had worked to get just right had done its job. He buried his face between my breasts and I sighed in ecstasy.

“Vaughn…”

I moaned his name as the arousal started to work its way down my chest and down between my legs. I wondered why I had even bothered wearing panties if he was going to ruin them so quickly. I raised my arms up and let him pull my dress down even farther. He kissed the top of my breasts and I reached around to quickly remove the bra that was blocking him from going all the way. My breasts popped free and immediately fell into his eagerly awaiting hands. For a moment, I opened my eyes to look down upon his work.

He looked up at me as he started to swirl his tongue around my nipples. I couldn’t keep my eyes open much longer. The pleasure forced my eyes closed and my head back. My pink flesh quickly became swollen in his mouth as he started to suck on it. Back and forth, he would suck on each breast, massaging the other one between his fingers while the other received his mouth. I wrapped my hands around his back and brought him in closer. The pleasure was too much. I wanted more.

My breasts were covered with the sweet wetness of his mouth when he leaned back in to kiss me. He pulled away from me and lifted his shirt over his head. I held back a gasp as I looked at the hardness of his body. His pectorals were hard and poked out. Underneath was a perfect six-pack any man would be jealous of. His skin was tanned brown and illuminated from the candles in the room, I could see the lines of his muscles on the rest of his body.

He came closer and I trailed kisses along his chest. His body was more rigid than it looked. It was like putting my lips up against granite. I returned the favor and sucked on his nipples softly, bracing myself by putting two hands against the rest of his body. I just wanted to hold him in my hands but I couldn’t. His body was rock hard and unforgiving.

I don’t know what had come over me. This wasn’t just desire or passion. There was an arousal inside of me that I had never felt before. I had been with other men. I had been in the mood of wanting nothing more than to experience a sexual pleasure. But Vaughn brought out a side of me that left my mind numb and blank, focused on only one thing.

He leaned back against the couch and I fell down onto the ground on my knees. I worked my way between his legs and stared up at him. He looked down at me and gave me a silent and solemn order that I was certainly going to obey. He didn’t need to say it. I wanted it more than he did.

I licked the top of his waist, just above the underwear that was peeking out from his jeans. The trail of hair along his belly button brushed against my tongue. I unbuckled his belt. The sound of his fly zipping down was music to my ears. I could see the rigid outline of his cock already pressing firm against his jeans. With hands on both sides of his jeans, I pulled them down his legs. He bucked his hips up to help me.

His cock was throbbing inside of his underwear. Eyes locked upon his, I licked him through his boxer shorts. I could feel the thick veins on his shaft throbbing against my tongue. The outline of his cock was huge. They were being restrained so badly that I wondered why he wore underwear so tight. The anticipation was killing me inside and I couldn’t take it any longer.

I gripped the waistband and slowly pulled his underwear down. His dick prevented me from tugging them all the way down so I pulled even harder. His dick was pointed down then flopped back up like a spring as I pulled his underwear past it. It was full and erect, standing straight up.

I grabbed his thickness in my palm and slowly started to jerk him. He looked down at me and a soft moan escaped from between his lips. I licked the underside of the shaft and another moan came from him.

I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted him inside of my mouth. I lowered my lips around the head of the shaft and started to suck on it. With just the tip in my mouth, I could feel his cock throbbing and vibrating my entire head. I closed my eyes and slowly lowered him completely into my mouth.

He was larger than he seemed. I thought he was in me completely but I pushed my head down lower and eventually, the tip of his cock was tickling the edge of my throat. I opened my mouth wider to accommodate him and pushed my face down closer. With his cock now resting in my throat, I pushed my lips against his hilt. My cheeks sucked in as I started to pull my head back up.

Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down his thickness. As I continued to give him the oral pleasure we both wanted, his cock became more and more drenched in my saliva. I pulled my head off of him to catch my breath. The gasps of my lungs became louder and deeper every time I raised myself up off of him. Long lines of spit connected my lips to his cock. I could feel it dripping down my chin. But this was only the beginning.

The erotic passion started to consume me. I was now bobbing my head up and down upon him at greater speed. The sound of his cock popping in and out of my mouth echoed through the apartment. The smell of sex was in the air.

I lowered my mouth down to take his balls into my mouth while I stroked him and they quickly tightened up against his body. Vaughn was beginning to writhe in pleasure on my sofa and it was more motivation for me to continue with my technique. I worked my mouth over his shaft and balls, sucking, licking and kissing him until the lower half of his body was a sloppy mess. I lowered myself back down upon him and I could feel Vaughn beginning to get closer to the point of no return.

He gripped the hair on the back of my head tight between his fingers. His hips started to gyrate in rhythm with the way I moved my neck. Suddenly, he seized my head between his hands. I gasped at the sudden movement but wasn’t in any mood to complain.

He got up off of the couch and stood there while he still held my head in his hands. I laid there on my knees as he started to drive his hips up against my face. I never imagined that this would happen tonight but it was what I wanted.

My dress was half of me, resting on the ground. Vaughn’s jeans were around his ankles. We were in the middle of my apartment and Vaughn was fucking my face with less and less remorse with each thrust. I opened my mouth wide and did the same with my throat. I still couldn’t adjust to the size. Every time he would push himself in, I would gag. Wetness started to form from the corners of my eyes.

Vaughn started to grow even more furious. I could hear him breathing hard, short breaths through his nostrils. I reached around and felt the firm muscles of his ass between my fingers. Vaughn was working so hard. When I looked up at him, through cloudy vision I could see the focus and determination on his face.

I sealed my mouth around his cock, sucking him so that he could finally explode. I wanted his semen in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his seed as he spilled it into me.

“Don’t…” he grunted. “Don’t swallow. Please don’t.”

“Vaughn—”

“Don’t! Don’t… Mmm, fuck!”

His body started to spasm as he started to ejaculate in my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his dick pulsating in my mouth, each time releasing a line of his semen. We had both worked so hard to get to this point that the feeling of him coming between my teeth was the sweetest reward I could ever receive.

His cock started to become flaccid in my mouth. He pulled his dick out of me and suddenly gripped my chin underneath my head. He pulled me up off of the ground and opened my mouth.

“Spit it out,” he said to me.

I looked into his eyes, not sure that I had heard what he said.

“Spit it out!” he shouted adamantly at me.

Confused, I did what was I told and spit his seed out, letting it drip down my chin.

“Where’s your bathroom?” he said to me.

He had suddenly grown frantic. I pointed him toward the bathroom next to my room as he looked around my apartment.

“It’s fine,” I told him, trying to get him to calm down. “It’s okay. I don’t mind—”

He pulled me toward the bathroom and suddenly bent me over the sink.

“Spit it out,” he repeated to me.

“Vaughn, it’s okay—”

“Rinse your mouth,” he interrupted me. “Go ahead. Take some water and rinse it out. Don’t swallow any of it.”

I was growing more and more confused as to what he was doing but didn’t complain. There was a grave look on his face that I didn’t understand as I swished the water in my mouth. When I was done, he grabbed my face and forced my mouth open.

“Is there anymore?” he said. “Can you still taste it?”

“Vaughn! It’s all gone. What’s gotten into you?”

I looked into his eyes and the paranoia I had just seen started to disappear. He sighed a deep breath and looked away from me. I grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the rest of the mess he had made off of my face while he walked back into my apartment. When I got back into my living room, I got one last glimpse of his perfect ass while he pulled his jeans back up.

I walked up closer to him and cautiously placed a hand upon his shoulder to see if he had calmed down.

“Are-are you okay?” I asked him, my voice meek.

“Y-yeah,” he said as he turned around. “I-I don’t know what came over me. I just didn’t want you to…”

“It’s okay. I don’t have a problem with—”

“I know you don’t. It’s not that. It’s… Look, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

He seemed genuinely upset about what had just happened, which I didn’t understand. It was what I wanted. It was what I expected. But Vaughn seemed bothered about it.

I pulled my dress back up to cover myself as Vaughn took a seat back on my couch. I took a seat next to him, still not sure what to think.

“I… I shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “I said I wanted to take things slow. We should take things slow.”

“Vaughn—”

“Listen, Ariel. You barely know me. And you still don’t, even though that just happened. But… I like you, Ariel.”

“I like you, too.”

“Can we just… spend the night doing something else? I’d at least like to keep you company if that’s all right with you.”

I smiled at him for the first time in a long time.

“Yeah… Maybe we can just watch some television,” I said to him.

“You don’t have work, do you?”

“Not for a few days.”

“...Good.”

I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. I didn’t know what to think. This was the second time Vaughn had pulled away from me but at least this time he stayed with me. I was beginning to wonder if he really did like me. But when I slowly leaned up against him, he raised his arm up and wrapped it around me to hold me closer. I sighed with relief and enjoyed the rest of the night with my head resting against his chest.

Chapter 10

It wasn’t just dark. Everything was shrouded in a foggy mist. I couldn’t see anything clearly. There was just blackness. I tried to focus as much as I could and could make out the small room I was standing in.

It was broken down and dilapidated. There wasn’t any carpeting on the floor. Wooden panels boarded up the windows to block any of the light from sneaking in. The ground was littered with holes and random graffiti was displayed across the walls. Cobwebs gathered at every corner and there was a thick layer of dust on everything that looked like it would gray your hand if you tried to scoop it up.

The room was empty except for something in the center. It wasn’t a bed or a mattress. It looked like some sort of makeshift flat bench, just long enough for someone to lay upon. It wasn’t an ordinary table. There was something menacing about it. Something that just gave me a bad feeling that caused my heart to thump even louder inside of my chest.

I wasn’t alone. I could feel the presence of others with me even though I couldn’t see them. Shadowy figures moving around in the darkness with cloaks covering their bodies.

I took a few steps forward to get a better look but couldn’t figure out who or what they were. They were massive figures, towering over me as they gathered around the table. I felt a presence in the room with me. Something I couldn’t see or touch or hear. It was just something I could feel making its way around the room. It was a black wind dancing around my body.

I looked down and realized I was naked. I raised my arms up to cover my shame but nobody was paying attention to me. How did I get here? What was going on?

The figures started to creep closer toward the center of the room. Beams of lights from candles being lit started to illuminate the figures and the walls around me. I looked forward and there was suddenly someone laying on the table in front of me. It was a naked body. A figure that had an odd familiarity. I examined the body and looked closer.

The woman was sleeping but not peacefully. Her closed eyelids fluttered and her head jerked softly back and forth like she was having a nightmare. The room was still foggy. I couldn’t see exactly who it was. Then she opened her eyes.

It was me. I was staring at my own reflection except it wasn’t a mirror. There was another version of me on the table.

I took several steps back in shock of what I saw, unable to understand it. Suddenly, the figures all turned to me. I looked underneath the hoods of their robes and couldn’t see anything. There was only an unending blackness where their faces should have been. Then one by one, they started to appear.

Narrow eyes. Yellow slits popping up in the darkness. They were all staring at me, narrow slivers illuminated among everything else. The pupils of their eyes were a solid black like an unending void. Staring at them was like staring into the abyss.

I started to step backwards as they all started to approach me. They were creeping closer to me, slowly but inevitably backing me up against the wall. I braced myself, wrapping my arms around my body as they started to gather around. Suddenly, they all rushed toward me.

“Ahh!”

I screamed. It was so loud I opened my eyes and found myself back in the place I was more familiar with. I sat up on my bed, my naked body covered in sweat. My chest heaved as I took breath after breath.

“Just a dream… Just a dream…”

I don’t remember exactly what had happened last night with Vaughn. I don’t know why. Everything was just a vague memory of the two of us sitting on the couch. For some reason, I was completely exhausted. I wondered if we had slept together but shook my head at the thought. I didn’t remember it happening and I didn’t have an excuse not to if it did. I wasn’t drunk or under the influence of any other drugs. Vaughn rested their on the couch after our moment of intimacy. That was all that happened.

I moved toward the bathroom. I yawned and stretched my body out, wiping the sleep from my eyes and regaining my bearings. The dream felt so real. It was so vivid like I could reach out and touch everything that I saw.

I splashed some water on my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Something was wrong. The whites of my eyes were nowhere to be found, replaced by a tinge of pink and red. I wiped my hand over the mirror and opened my eyes wider to see if it was real.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

I asked myself questions that I couldn’t possibly figure out. Was it fatigue? Was it an infection? Did I need to visit a doctor? What could possibly have caused this to happen? I didn’t feel any worse for wear though. I chalked it up to me staying up much later than I needed to even though Vaughn and I did nothing out of the ordinary.

I stepped back into the living room to see if he was still there but he was gone. I didn’t remember when he left. Vaughn’s whereabouts were just another piece of the mystery that made him.

I stood in the shower and tried to gather myself. I felt the cool rush of the water wash away the sweat that had covered my body after the nightmare I just had. I was grateful that I had another day off so that I could focus on just trying to relax.

The dream stuck with me though. It wasn’t something that I remembered for only a moment then quickly forgot about. It all seemed too real. I kept reminding myself that nothing actually happened but the feeling of an ominous foreboding lingered within my thoughts.

I didn’t want to do anything today. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. It was like something had zapped my strength entirely. Just sitting on the couch felt like more effort than I could force my body through. I grabbed a bag of potato chips and lazily flipped through the channels on my television. I turned past the news when something caught my eye.

“We warn viewers that the following footage is not for the faint of heart as it contains very disturbing images. Discretion is advised.

“Police are investigating the latest in a string of murders taking place deep within the heart of the city. Last night, police responded to calls about a loud disturbance taking place just outside 5th street. Officers came to the scene and into the abandoned building. What they found were the remains of an unidentified individual splayed across the wood, their body severed into pieces and spread throughout the room. We warn you again that this footage is graphic and not intended for squeamish viewers.”

I was focused on everything that I was seeing. I watched as the camera displayed the room that the police were investigating. Yellow caution tape was spread around the doors of the shoddy room. The wooden floors looked like they had been sprayed red with more blood than one body could possibly hold. I put my hand up against my mouth. I don’t know if I was holding back a gasp or the bile in my stomach from the bloody crime scene.

“Police are still baffled as to the perpetrators but insist that everything is being done in their investigation. In the mean time, officials are urging anybody with any knowledge or information of the situation to contact the police. A ten-thousand dollar reward is being offered for any help leading to the capture of these criminals.”

I narrowed my eyes and looked at every detail of the crime scene through my television. It almost felt like I had been there before. It was in my dream.

“No, it couldn’t be.”

I shook my head in disbelief but the nightmare I had was so vivid in my memory. Everything about the room looked too familiar. The boarded up windows. The graffiti on the walls. The dried-up candle wax on the floors. The cobwebs. The dust. It all felt like I had seen it before. The only thing missing was the apparatus, the bed-like structure, in the center of the room. Instead, yellow tape blocked the spot where I had seen my own body laying.

But so what? What did it matter if I had a dream similar to what I was seeing? It didn’t mean anything. It’s not like I committed these crimes. I was in my apartment with Vaughn the entire night. At least, that's what I convinced myself. I wouldn’t have enough time to do this and make it back here to sleep.

I decided that I was too tired to try to rack my brain for the answers it didn’t have. It was all just a strange mystery that the police had to figure out for themselves. I couldn’t allow myself to think that there might be something more to all of the strange things going on. This was just the city being as notorious as it always was.

I was beginning to wonder where Vaughn had run off. I had a great time with him even if we didn’t go completely all the way. I knew that he enjoyed himself as well. But I had no way of getting in touch with him. Every time I had seen him, he managed to pop up at the most convenient times he could. Something told me that I would see him again when the time was right.

I looked over at the bouquet of flowers he had brought me and it put a smile on my face. With another day off, I just wished that I could spend another day with him. I found myself more drawn to him than I ever had been before. Something came over me.

I was conflicted. I thought I was beginning to go crazy. But another part of me started to give in. The sound of a voice stirred the arousal inside of me. I could feel the lust inside of me beginning to grow stronger and stronger. I wanted Vaughn and the only way I could have him is if I went out there and looked for him.

And that’s what I decided to do. For some reason, it seemed like the most rational thing to do. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and left my apartment in search of Vaughn. I didn’t know where to look but something told me that he would find me. He always found me.