Dark Desire

Disclaimer: Same ole same ole, don’t own it


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Disclaimer: Same ole
same ole, don’t own it.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

Why have a good boy, when you can have a bad man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My eyes dart around the shadow-laden room looking for an
intruder. I was almost certain that I
felt someone’s hands on me but there was no movement except for the sheer
curtains floating in the breeze.

 

More often of late I had been having these dreams. Always dark and vague, of a man standing
above me watching me as I slept. I knew
it was him, that murderer I had allowed in my home in a moment of
weakness. In my dreams, he would stand
over me with that smirk of superiority as I writhed in pleasure. When I woke I would always feel so dirty, but
so satisfied.

 

When I had first spied him through the crystal ball I had
felt such fear and worry for my friends, but as he threw back his head to laugh
in pure amusement at my lover’s demise I felt a twinge. A deep, dark, dirty twinge that I never told
anyone about.

 

Later on Namek, when he demanded the Dragon Ball from me, I
thought I was going to pee my pants I was so afraid. His guttural voice sent shivers down my
spine, but not the fear driven kind.

 

I don’t know what possessed me to invite him to live with me
that day. It just popped out. Followed by that, “you’re cute” comment, I
about melted into the ground with mortification. Everyone thought I was nuts letting him live
here, heck, I think I’m nuts, but I can’t bear to send him away.

 

I fear him to much to approach him, but when he isn’t
looking I watch him. He always struts around
in his dark blue training suits, or worse black bike shorts with no shirt. Whenever I see his sweat covered chest I have
to resist the urge to reach out and lick the saltiness from him. Sometimes when he catches me looking at him,
his eyes will burn into me as if they were piercing my soul. It always looks like he is angry at me, for
some imagined sin that I committed against him, but I have done nothing. I brought him into my home, given him all
that he desires and yet he still glares at me.
Sometimes I can feel the rage build inside of me, but I suppress
it. It would not be wise to confront a
killer.

 

Morning comes and I roll out of bed for my ritual shower and
primping session. Today I am going to
see my boyfriend, but I don’t feel my usual giddiness at the prospect. I usually feel sullen and worn out the next
day after my intense dreams.

 

I used to love him so much, my bad boy from the desert. Lately, since he was brought back to life he
seems different. With the impending doom
of the androids he seems eager to experience life to the fullest and he wants
nothing better than to drag me along for the ride. He is more caring and attentive than he ever
has been in the past. Almost like he is
making up for his past mistakes.

 

I should be happy to be the center of his world, but
sometimes when I look at him, my gut twists.
Next to my very oldest friend, he was the strongest man in the world and
I relished that. My boyfriend was a Z fighter;
he was the brawn to my brain. And now….

 

I glanced down the corridor that would lead to his rooms.
And now, he wasn’t the most powerful and neither was he as bad as he
used to be. He was so loving and
caring…..so nice. Why have a good boy,
when you can have a bad man? I gasp at
the thought. What is wrong with me! He is the perfect boyfriend and you know
it. Stop moping around and get moving.

 

My lover and I decided to call it quits earlier than expected;
it was just so darn hot out! It was one
of those sultry days that no matter what you did you just couldn’t get
dry. Every inch of your skin was coated
with perspiration and you felt like you were trying to breathe under
water. I padded up the stairs to my room
and threw my hair up into a quick bun on top of my head, trying to get the damp
mass off my neck. A few teal strands
escaped its bindings and lay limply down my back. I then rooted around my closet for a bit,
coming up with a breezy linen dress.
After a few moments of consideration, I took of my panties and bra and
just tossed on the dress, which soon stuck to my body like a second skin. It was just too hot for anything else.

 

I entered the kitchen looking for some iced tea when I
encountered my mother coming out of the laundry room. Seeing me she quickly enlisted my help in
doing some chores. Namely, taking some
fresh towels to his bathroom.

 

Confident that he was still out training I trudged up the
stairs to his wing and down the corridor to his bathroom. As I approached, the door opened and steam
billowed out into the hall, quickly followed by a very wet male with only a
towel wrapped around his waist.

 

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. His hair hung down his shoulders in thick
strands while droplets of water streamed down his chiseled chest. Arousal hit me like a Mack truck. I licked my lips as I had the sudden urge to
lap up those wayward drops. I followed
their path with my eyes as they rolled down his washboard stomach and
disappe int into the fold of the white towel, which was draped around a very
aroused saiyan.

 

My face flamed and my eyes shot back up to his face. His onyx eyes were boring into me and he
looked distinctly unhappy that I was there.
I bit my lip as my hands fisted in the towels that I was holding. I took a step back as I felt fear wash
through me. Before I could flee I felt
of rush of air and he was in front of me with incredible speed.

 

I dropped the towels and raised my hands to ward him off but
he grasped my small wrists in his large fist and swung me up against the
wall. He raised my hands above my head,
jerking me up so I was on the tips of my toes, causing my back to arch up to
relieve the pressure on my shoulder blades.
My breasts brushed up against his chest, dampening the thin material. His eyes glared down into mine and I could
see fire raging in their depths. My
voice seemed to have shriveled up and died in the back of my throat and I could
not speak, I could barely even breathe.

 

I had never been this close to him before and I could fethe the heat radiating off him. Even though
I was terrified, I was also aroused.
Such a treacherous body. He
leaned in close so his breath feathered across my lips and smiled a slow sensuous
smile that I hadn’t even known he was capable off.

 

“Sayians are superior to humans in all things. For instance, we have an advanced sense of
smell. Do you know what that
means?” He questioned.

 

Still unable to draw the breath to speak, I merely shook my
head that I did not.

 

“It means I can smell your fear Onna, but not only that, I
can smell your arousal.” The amusement
in his face was clear as he smirked down at my now vibrantly red features. My obvious fear and embarrassment still could
not stop the almost instantaneous moisture I felt at the apex of my thighs at
those whispered words. Still unable to
speak I could only make choking sounds.

 

He slipped his free hand between our bodies lying it on my
stomach and I about jumped a mile high.
I could feel the heat of his palm burning through the thin linen shift
that I wore. His hand slowly crept
downwards to eventually cup me through the fabric. I was finally able to speak and I pushed the
word out through my numb lips.

 

“No.” I whispered desperately.

 

“No?” He replied, as he raised his eyebrow.

 

He removed his hand and I felt its loss intently. He smirked down at me as if he knew exactly
what I felt. He placed that offending
hand on my bare knee instead, gripping me so tightly that he dimpled my
flesh. He slid his hand up my already
sweat-slicked leg and under my skirt. It
came to rest on the top of my thigh while his thumb barely brushed my nether
lips.

 

Suddenly, my paralyses left me and I tried to clamp my legs
closed, but he saw my intent and insinuated his right knee in between my thighs. His thumb slipped past my lips to tease the
bud of my flower ever so lightly. The
rush of heat that followed the action was embarrassing. When I had sex in the past I had never felt
sensations this intensely, most times I would need lubrication to ease my lover’s
way. However, now my thighs became even
wetter with the combination of my juices and perspiration.

 

Suddenly an almost electrical like shot kissed my very
center and spasmed through my entire body.
My nipples became impossibly hard and my bud swelled with demanding
need. After the wave ebbed I shottarttartled
glance to my captor.

 

“That was some of my
ki that I shared with you.” He bared his
teeth in and animalistic grin. “Would
you like me to do it again?”

 

If he did it again I knew for sure that I would go over the
edge. It was unlike anything I had ever
felt before. Hell yes, I wanted him to
do it again. I barely nodded my ascent
to him.

 

He smirked in his most condescending manner. He leaned down and began to trace my upper
lip with the tip of his tongue. Not
entering my mouth just teasing me with his taste.

 

“Then ask me too.” He breathed.

 

I gulped. It was one
thing to be able to nod; it was quiet another to give voice to my dark
desire. To verbally proclaim that I
liked what he did to me and that I wanted him to do it again. To have this man’s hands that had been coated
with the blood of millions of innocents touch me. His lips that curled in a snarl as he
decimated worlds, caress mine. To have
eyes that have seen untold horrors, only to look upon me.

 

My core was throbbing with need and with the barest of
movements he flicked his thumb against it once more. I jolted at the sensation and before I could
stop myself the words fell from my mouth.

 

“Please, do it again.” I gasped.

 

And he did. I threw
back my head and howled, actually howled for the first time in my life. The sensations rocked through me with such
force I thought I would be ripped apart.
In the back of my mind a wayward thought echoed. So this is what dying feels like. I rode the waves of my climax and each time
they seemed that they would ebb he would flick his thumb and another wave would
come crashing down on me. The
gut-wrenching climax lasted for nearly five impossible minutes.

 

When it was over, my body felt boneless and my legs could
not longer support me. I hung like a rag
doll by his fist still clenching my hands above my head. Tremors shook my limp body uncontrollably and
I whimpered in the back of my raw throat.
He let my hands go and I fell to my knees before him in the hall.

 

He walked away from me without a word. Leaving me a pitiful mass on the floor, tears
streaming down my face at my weakness.
The only sound to be heard was the soft click of his door closing.