Fiendish Play (16 page)

I took her to the outskirts of the town, getting lost on some of the winding roads near the lake and the woods. I didn’t think feeling this free and lost to the world around me could be any better…until now. We kept driving until dusk set in, finding ourselves far from Cloverley and the watchful eyes of the Lappell. In the twilight, we took the blanket I had packed, and set it out on a field so we could both lay down and watch the stars bring the night to life. There was no better feeling than Anais lying on my chest, with nothing but the sounds of the insects and the beating of our hearts.

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” I said in admiration as I played with the edge of her blouse that was like a gateway to her jeans. My eyes skimming the flashes of skin from her stomach as I lifted the edge of the shirt even more. The field in which we had laid was not far from the woods. The trees rustling in the breeze sounding like some scratchy symphony playing just for us. I loved that we were its audience under the full moon and starry sky.

Anais pushed up so she was leaning back on the palms of her hands. Her face changed again. She was letting her fear seep through. More doubt. More insecurity. I could tell she wasn’t used to being happy. Wasn’t used to letting her mind and body go. Her brain fought with her heart because it always had to.

“James, I know in the moonlight I might look pretty…I might look innocent. But do you see what’s around me?…I’m still surrounded by the dark. And you need to understand that is my life. The darkness. That represents the world of the Lappell and who I am. Don’t let the moonlight fool you into thinking I belong in its radiance…because there is a part of me that has been damaged because of them. I still don’t know who I really am and what I’m capable of. I know I’m not a saint…and I’m not a sinner. I’m just a lone virgin philosopher who’s lost somewhere in between.”

“A lone virgin philosopher,” I mused, thinking about the label she gave herself. “I like that. But you should know Anais that ‘lone virgin philosophers’ are my favorite kind of girls.”

She laughed once more, staring off into the distance, trying her best to remain remote.

“And you know what else I think?” Her eyes met mine. “I think you
are
the moonlight…because even the moonlight needs darkness to shine.”

A small sound came out of her mouth. I kept going, doing my best to convince her of my feelings and how special she was to me. “You know, there’s something about you that feels likes it’s untouched, and I’m not just talking about your virginity. Perhaps it’s just the way you make me feel, or that when you speak to me and look into my eyes, everything seems to have more clarity in how I see my life. You’re the kind of girl that makes my soul feel exposed…vulnerable. And it’s disarming the effect you have on me. I don’t understand it and honestly I don’t want to. I don’t think anyone is supposed to understand it. But I’ve never felt more happy about being scared and knowing that you are the reason for it. I just want to cherish it wholeheartedly and see where it goes. Don’t you?”

“You really do have an artist’s soul James. The way you see the world...and me.” She leaned forward and kissed my lips. “But that’s it. I’ve found it.”

I started to trail kisses up her arm to the nape of her neck. “What, pray tell, have you found?” I whispered into her soft skin.

“What’s wrong with you? Your weakness...your imperfection.”

“Oh really? My imperfection? Alright, please tell me oh-wise-lone-virgin-philosopher-who-speaks-the-truth...what’s wrong with me?”

She giggled at my choice of words. “You trust too quickly. You see what you want to see. I mean what if I’m just like Byron and Deacon? And you just don’t know it. What if you’re only allowing yourself to see the best of me and not the worst? What if I’m playing you? Manipulating you? Using you? How can you be so sure of me...when...when I’m not even sure of myself?”

Damn the Lappell for making her see herself this way. Damn the fear they’ve instilled inside her and damn the insecurity they’ve forced her to feel. I cupped her cheek, wanting to touch her skin, and to reassure her that what I was saying was true. “No one is perfect Anais. But I see you, inside and out. And these bad sides you hint at...this dark mysterious untrustworthy girl that you’re warning me about...I think she’s just a defense mechanism...a big ol’ scare tactic you’re trying to use to push me away. I know you are scared to get really close to me because if I do, I get close to the dangerous world you’re in. So you’re purposely putting up walls to push me far, far away.”

“Is it working?”

“No...Why? Do you really want it to work?”

She tilted her head considering my question only for a second. “No...I don’t. I don’t ever want to push you away.” Anais got to her feet so she was looking down at my face as I lay on the blanket. “But James, if you say you can really see me…then you should see
all
of me.” Then slowly, very slowly, she began to remove her blouse. And just like that, her walls began to come down. Wait, I’m sorry, I’ll be more specific. It wasn’t just her walls, but her clothes too. First her blouse, then her jeans, then her bra. I looked up to see perfect small round breasts saying hello to me from above. Her nipples hard from the chilly night air. She held her gaze, looking down to me to watch my reaction. I moved in slow motion, getting to my knees. My hand around her waist. My thumb resting in the thin waist band of her white cotton panties.

“Like what you see so far?” she asked softly. Her hands went into my hair, tugging at my scalp.

“Get down on your knees,” I instructed her, a deep primal voice coming from my throat. I was suddenly every bit a man with needs. She lowered her body so her knees went to the ground. Her soft white breasts brushing against my face. I caught her body before she could get to her knees and she shuddered in surprise as I held her mid-kneel, and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Her head fell backwards as I sucked sensually and played with her nipple with my tongue. Her breath became fast and warm against my head. Her panting changed into a moan as I continued my assault on her chest.

“James,” she gasped. “Oh...Oh...” Her voice was so innocent as it tried to hold back. Tried to stay proper and in control. But as her back arched further, and her body became less rigid, I knew I had her control, and it was swirling around inside my mouth.

“James...Oh...Uh...whoa...James...I...I...I...Uh...Uh...Uh...”

I could feel everything in my arms. The way she grinded her body up against mine, needing a release. But I had a plan. And I stopped before she could finish.

I then allowed her body to slip down easily onto her knees. Anais eyed me like she was angry. But she wasn’t angry. No, not at all. Quite the opposite actually.

“Tell me what’s wrong Anais?” I said coolly, playing up the part.

“You didn’t finish...” she said shyly, unable to say anymore.

“I didn’t finish what?” I pressed, feeling powerful, knowing she was mine in my arms. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it. So sue me. It was like erotic music to my ears. Everything primal in me screamed for her confession. I knew once I had it, I had her too.

Anais lifted both her hands to her cheeks. I knew she struggled to say it. Her inhibitions getting the better of her. I pulled her hands off her face, and lifted her chin to me.

“Tell me Anais...I didn’t finish what?” I coaxed, allowing her to see that she could trust me wholly and solely.

Anais looked down to her nipples that were still so hard from where I had just been. She licked her lips and then stared hard into my eyes, making sure I had her full and complete attention.

“You didn’t finish me,” she said with a purr. There was no shyness in her voice that time. No hesitation. No fear.

She then tugged down her panties, giving me a full view of bare naked body. Wait, I’ll repeat that slowly for effect. Her...bare...naked...body. My head shook from a dizzy sensation. I needed a second to drink it all in with my eyes that were greedy with thirst. Her body was a thing of magnificence. In the darkness. In the moonlight. In my wildest dreams. She was everything and more. I ran my fingers over every curve starting from her neck, trailing down her breasts and then caressing her tight flat stomach. Then Anais took me by complete surprise and took my hand, rubbing it down past her stomach, to where she was warm, wet and waiting for me. She guided my hand and then pushed one of my fingers into her slick warmth, slipping one of her fingers beside my own, so we could both share in pleasuring her at the same time. And just like that, naughty Anais emerged out of the sweet one. Like a rising phoenix from the fire. One minute she held back, and the next she was wild...crazy...and open for adventure. I loved that she was both earth and fire. And I couldn’t tell what she would do next.

We both thrust our fingers in and out of her. Faster and faster until her breath began to hitch in her throat once more. When she was so close that I felt her body tremble, I pulled my hand swiftly away, leaving herself buried deep inside...all alone.

“Why...did...you...stop?” Her voice was ragged, out of breath. I had brought her to the edge twice and purposely held her back.

“Because I still haven’t seen
all
of you yet Anais. Now, lie down for me. Please.”

Anais pulled out her finger and then moved so she was flat on her back on the blanket. I spread her legs wide so I had a perfect view of every inch of her exquisite naked body. And she really was...perfection. My perfection. I needed to taste her next. I needed to make her come and say my name. I wanted to own her skin and make her feel worshipped. I wanted her to feel respected as well as know she was the only thing I needed and wanted. But it was one delicious step at a time.

My lips met her soft folds and immediately she bucked underneath me. Her body was already so sensitive having been brought to the edge and back twice. I licked slowly first, enjoying the taste, savoring the moment, drawing out her need more, knowing the longer I prolonged it, the harder she would fall. I quickened the flicks of my tongue. Anais’ hands suddenly went to my scalp gripping hard. Very hard. I was surprised by her aggression. She pushed my face up against her...wanting, no needing me to get her there. Desperately wanting a release from me. I used my fingers now, with my tongue, quickly, fiercely making her moan so loudly that I too, was about to come hard in my jeans. Her nails scraped through my hair, and then I felt her wetness and her moan as she climaxed hard against my mouth. “Yessss James. Yessss.” Her body lifting up off the ground and then slowly lowering down again. Her hands caressing my head, then brushing past my cheeks and coming to rest on her stomach as she caught her breath. I lifted my head, to see that she still had her eyes closed tight. I moved forward and kissed her stomach, causing her eyes to burst open and gaze at me still sitting between her legs.

“James,” she breathed, a giggle in the way she said my name. “You know how you said that your sculpture was called, “the girl who grew in my heart,” she paused, taking another big breath. “Well, you’re the boy who makes my body blossom and shine.” And then she began to laugh, in pure satisfaction.

{14}

Bright lights woke us up. After Anais had gotten dressed, she fell asleep on my chest as we lay on the blanket. I soon followed into slumber after I heard her breathing getting shallow. But now, we were both on alert, our eyes both trying to adjust to the spotlight on our faces.

We heard laughing first, then footsteps crunch on the ground as what was out there in the dark moved closer to us. Anais and I both scrambled to our feet. I helped her up with one of my hands and I used the other to shield my eyes to try and see through the bright blinding lights for the source.

“Well isn’t this romantic?” Byron’s voice emerged from the shadows behind the lights. I realized the light was from a car. They must have arrived while we were asleep. A few more voices came out of the dark. Quiet whispers and snickers. I knew that where we were out in this field with no one for miles, didn’t put us in a safe position. We could quite possibly be in a lot of trouble if things got ugly fast.

Anais shifted towards me, gripping onto one of my arms with both hands. She didn’t have to say anything for me to know how she was feeling. Her body reacting in the same way like the night we first met. Trembling, frozen, scared.

There were four of them I could see. Byron, Deacon and two other guys. Byron walked around us quickly, circling us like a predator assessing the best way to make a kill before he stopped in front of my face. I pushed Anais away from the two of us, thinking that this was definitely leading to some kind of fight. Byron watched me curiously as I kept myself standing strong. There was no cowering in my stance. I wasn’t scared of the guy, or anyone else from the Lappell. Especially not when I had Anais to think of.

“You know James...I can handle rejection. I can handle an investment not being able to make it all the way through. But when you lie to my face and throw our gift and our offer back at us like that, it well...it makes me angry. Very...dissatisfied. And I don’t like being made a fool of.” Byron was in front of me but it felt like his voice was all around us, everywhere in the dark.

They moved quickly now. Two of the guys grabbing both my arms holding me on the spot, and Deacon angling towards Anais, grabbing her and pinning her hands behind her back. We were both unable to get free from their clutches. They had us, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. In that moment, it wasn’t me I was worried about. Even with the idea of being brutally beaten. It was Anais. She didn’t deserve any of this terror and given what I had seen, they had already pushed her to breaking point. I knew I had to stop them. One way or another.

Byron looked between us before stepping towards Anais. “She’s very beautiful isn’t she James?” Byron started to pat Anais’ hair like a dog. “So pretty. So pure.” Anais trying to move her head so he couldn’t touch her, but that only made Byron more aggressive. Her grabbed her hair hard and began to twist and pull. Anais screamed in pain. I tried desperately to pull out of the hold the other two guys had on me, but they had my body pinned in such a way it made me immobile. The two of them knew how to hold a man down. They had come prepared.