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Darkside: What's a Girl to Do? (Ch. 2)

Chapter 2

By Jennifer CypertPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Joseph and Trixie lay there, legs and arms tangled with in each other in the Egyptian cotton sheets on the four-poster canopy bed. Warmth filled the dimly lit, blue dark room as they lay there listening to each other breathing. It was a long time since Joseph had been so happy with someone. He marveled to himself how beautiful, willing, and compliant Trixie was. In his eyes, Sarah had turned into a stubborn mule only good for one thing. Beating and cleaning a house. It made him hard thinking about it. Honestly, it seemed like he was beating her more than he was making love to her. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t loved her at all. She was just someone that he had needed to take his anger out of on, because he had to leave his school and his friends many years ago. Trixie was younger, less complacent with herself, always aiming to make herself better. He loved the fact that she was so driven by her ambitions, yet able to fill his needs. At least most of them. He wanted to be with her always.

“Trixie?” Joseph said, breathing in long and deep, hugging her slightly tighter.

“Hmm?” Trixie answered on the crux of wakefulness and orgasmic sleep.

“You have passed the test,” Joseph added in a matter of fact tone.

Trixie untangled herself from him, rolling herself over facing him with elbows under her chin. “What test?” she responded quizzically.

“You are hot as hell, ambitious, and obedient. I want you to live with me.” Joseph answered. “You will be able to live with me rent and bill free, be able to get to work so much faster. You will be able to buy yourself all of the pretty things that you want. Just keep taking care of yourself the way that you do.”

“Oh, Joseph, I would love to move in with you. I love you so much!” Trixie exclaimed.

“I love you too. I’m so glad you said yes,” Joseph replied. His face darkened with lascivious desire. He would enjoy hating it if she had said no. “Come here.” He rolled her on top of him, kissing her welcoming mouth, shifting her to a sitting position right between his erection and his lower abdomen. She grasped his dick from behind, slinking it between her hands, feeling its smooth length pressing against her lower spine. He lifted her by her thighs and butt, positioning Trixie so that just the head of his penis was entering her, gently moving her in tiny up and down motions as she supported herself with her arms on his shoulders. The head of his cock gently pulsing her velvet opening sent chills down her spine, hungering, her tits bouncing in his Joseph’s face.

Joseph gingerly set her on the bed, his muscles spent. He got off the bed and motioned for her to follow, to a padded column. He strapped her arms to it looking like she was hugging it. He got behind her, moving her hair to one side, kissing her neck, his hand traveling slowly from shoulder blade to her rib cage, circling the edge of her right butt cheek. Joseph meandered his hand to her opening, palming it, then dipping, pulsing the tip of his middle finger to the first joint. She was hot, on fire. It was time. Joseph strapped her legs around the column. He pushed a button, a whirring noise coming from just below her, on the edge of her wetness. A cylinder, the size of a football containing a clear ten-inch vibrator protruded from the column. A joystick next to the button inserted it inside her juicy sex. Joseph adjusted the vibrations, gyrations, and thrust to medium. From behind, he massaged her budding bottom with the lube that was awarded to them, licking circles on her neck. When she was puckering around his finger, he thrust his penis into her sweet ass, feeling all the delicious movement happening to her from the machine. They moved as one, pushing and pulling against each other, Joseph cupping her breasts, squeezing nipples, fingering her clit, pushing her in all parallels of lust, need, and passion. Screams, blood curdling screams escaped her mouth as her leg muscles and pelvic floor tightened, tingling around machine, around man. Cum cascaded to the floor, her body heaving in arcs, violent waves. Joseph clutched both breasts as he climaxed, the power of his own orgasm slamming him deeper.

Trixie, was limp, straps being her only support, orgasmic sleep taking over her mind and body.

If you would like to own a copy of Darkside: Sarah's Escape, be sure to look for it on Amazon.com under my pen name Phoenix Rising. Book 2 in the making!

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Jennifer Cypert

A lover of all the impossibles if only they are in my head.

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