Wicked Game

Chapter 5

Chains and Love

It was morning. I knew it because I'd only dozed off a few times all night and I'd watched the beams of sunlight spill over the hills just outside the open window.

I heard the gentle creek of the doorknob while it turned. The door opened and Lust stood in the opening to my room. She stared, as if stunned at my condition before, rushing a hand up to her open mouth.

I was still in the same position I'd fallen in last night, not even moving to cover myself when the chill evening air cradled my bare skin.

Suddenly, Lust ran at me. When she reached the bed, she placed a hand on my back and waited, as if looking for the rise and fall of my chest to make sure I wasn't dead. She let out a loud exhale of breath.

I saw my clothes fall onto the bed in front of me.

“Ed,” she spoke softly.

I continued my silent vigil.

“Ed,” she said louder, placing her hand on my side, giving me a light shake.

Still, I couldn't respond. I heard her quick footsteps while she ran around to the other side of the bed. Her face appeared in my vision, through thick locks of my hair. She looked scared.

She proceeded to roll me onto my back.

I winced in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, climbing up on the bed next to me. "Do you want to kill me?" She carefully removed both my hands from the box and sat back with her head lowered.

Was she waiting for me to suddenly clap my hands together or strike her? God, didn't she know? I could never do that. I kept my hands lying loose at my sides, turning my head to peer up at her.

She raised her head and gazed at me.

I studied her, trying to understand her motive for pulling my hands completely free from the box. But, the Lust I fell in love with was back. She was finally here with me. That’s all I cared about. I watched her with longing gnawing at my soul. Would she let me touch her? Lust reached out and I felt her warm hands began to tap at my neck.

“Ed, I want you to know something. I don’t want you to have to tolerate it anymore,” she said, softly.

I felt the chain loosen around my neck. I sat up suddenly and fought through a brief wave of dizziness.

She cowered and put her arm up as if to defend herself.

Was she setting me free? My eyes darted between my clothing on the bed and the end of the chain still in her hand, striking terror and dread into my heart. “Don’t do this. Please, Lust, don’t set me free. I’m begging you!” I snatched the chain from her grasp and fumbled with it, throwing it back around my neck, trying to refasten it. My tears began to tumble down my cheeks, falling onto my chest and rolling into the towel. I was frantic. I couldn’t figure out how she’d so easily manipulated the chain and I could not.

“Ed, stop, the game is over. You can’t put it back on, it’s made so only I can do that.” She placed her hands on my shoulders.

Her words only gave me a new place to direct my frustrations. Grabbing her hands, I hastily positioned them at my neck and the chain hanging slack there. My distress escalated, making my words choke out of me. “P-put it back on, please. I want you, to put it back on. You-you have to do it. I’m begging. I’m being, specific, do it, please.” My eyes darted from her hands to the chain. When I saw tears sparkling in her eyes, I knew she wouldn’t do as I requested. Loud heart-wrenching sobs poured out of me as I fell forward into her lap. I pawed at her legs, trying to steal some piece of her I could hold on to.

"Oh, Ed, I'm so sorry, so sorry." She tried to pick me up from her lap.

Holding tight to her, I wouldn't let her push me away. “No, let me stay here.” My voice broke through sobs. I felt her hands groping and tugging at me, trying to move my body. But I made myself rigid and clutched the folds on her dress, refusing to let go.

“Ed, please, I just want to move you. I can’t hold you like this. Isn’t that what you need? Me to hold you?”

I released my grip on her dress and she rolled me over onto my back. She spread herself out on top of me, pushing her hands under me, hugging me tight.

Within seconds I turned her over onto her back and I lay on top of her. My face was buried deep in the crevice between her shoulder and neck and a flood of tears spilled behind her onto the bedcovers as I continued to weep.

“Don’t, don’t let me go.” Her embrace started to comfort me, but I felt so lost and destitute I was unable to get control of my emotions. The thought of losing her, of not being here with her tomorrow cut me deeply. How could she just let me go like that? Didn’t she still want me? She told me I was there because she wanted me, right? My jumbled mind kept trying to go over all the events that led up to this moment, tried to make sense of her actions this morning. Freeing me was so unexpected.

Finally, I calmed enough to speak. “Lust, don’t you want me?” I had to clarify anything I could.

She was silent.

“You said you wanted me. You said you’d do anything if I begged. Wasn’t I good enough?” Feeling my emotions gaining on me again, I held her tighter.

She placed a light kiss on my head and traced circles on my back. “Of course you’re good enough, Edward, you’re too good. What I want doesn’t matter. You need to go home, back to your brother. You need to get away from me, from this place. You have to leave it all behind you. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. You have to believe that. I never should have let Greed talk me into this. It was a mistake—"

“No, I won’t go. I can’t leave you. Don’t you see? I love you.” I raised my head and peered into her face, momentarily fixated on her reaction. I watched as silent tears left the corners of her eyes and rolled down into her hair. What did it mean? I wanted her to say something to me, anything. “Lust?” My vision blurred with fresh tears.

“Ah, I-I just don’t know what to say. It’s like a sweet dream to hear you say it, but—"

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. I'd felt her mouth drive upwards to meet mine with each word. Taking my hands out from under her, I reached behind my back to clutch her wrists. I pulled them out and over her head, pinning her down, my kisses getting increasingly heated. I realized she was submitting to me. I let out a soft moan when I felt her tongue enter my mouth, probing and flicking over mine. Feeling myself harden, I rocked my hips into her. The sensation of sweet pressure shocked my already sensitive nervous system. “I want you, Lust. I want you so bad.” I redirected my lips to her neck.

“You have me, all of me. Please take me. I’m begging you to take me.”

The words stunned me. Did I really have control of her? I lifted my head to gaze into her face. How pretty she was, giving in to my wishes. I brought my flesh hand down and placed it on her cheek, studying her closely, a faint smile spreading across my lips. I kissed her gently, wanting to savor this moment. But my need was aching for attention. I thrust against her again with a sharp moan. Repositioning my head into her chest, I nibbled on the top of her breast, pushing it up with my hand, making more of it enter my mouth.

I felt her hips begin to rock in time with mine, sending delicious waves of pleasure though my body. Her hand pressed down on the back of my head, guiding my mouth downward. I sucked on her nipple through the fabric of her dress, hearing an urgent moan escape her.

I grew sensitive quickly. Just from the feel of her against me, the taste of her in my mouth. The pent up tension from the last few days was getting the best of me. It wouldn’t take much for me to climax by doing what I was doing. I had to quiet myself and regroup if I was going to take what I needed from her. I rolled off her, panting. “I, I need to just, stop, for a minute.”

Lust grinned and sat up, keeping her eyes on me. Reaching around her back, she unzipped her dress.

My eyes widened and my desire heightened when she shimmied out of the garment and threw it to the floor.

Slowly, she took off her gloves, and shoes. She stopped for a moment, and gazed at me seductively while she unclasped her bra and let it drop. Her full bosom was exposed and ready for me to devour.

I ached. I couldn't wait. My erection pulsed under the towel. I placed my palm over it and stroked myself, slowly, moaning softly, while I watched her drop her panties to the floor.

She kicked them off and climbed back onto the bed, her body pale and lithe, to lie down next to me.

Immediately, I ripped off my towel and practically jumped on top of her, making her flinch. My hands ran up and down her body. My erection drove down into the recesses of her thighs. My mouth devoured her, tongue lapping and mouth sucking on her skin.

She writhed below me, meeting my intensity with her own, gasping and moaning. Her legs spread to accept me, biting softly at my neck and pinching lightly on my nipples.

I twisted and groaned on top of her. My erection fell between her legs. I drove it forward, trying to find it’s matching part amidst the wet heat of her sex. But, I’d never done this before and my attempts were lost, redirected to an area just above her entrance. I thrust into it, letting my length rub slick against her in the fluids her body supplied.

To my surprise, she bucked and moaned each time I thrust against that spot. Seeing the pleasure on her face and feeling her body shudder against mine almost sent me over the edge. My body shook as I struggled to maintain control. I didn't want to release this way. I craved the inside of her.

I stopped my motions and lifted my head, panting. “Help me, I don’t know what to do.”

"You're a virgin?" She stroked my cheek and gazed at me with raw desire.

I felt myself blush and nodded.

She sighed. "I know I've never done this before in this life, but somehow I remember it."
Tilting her body slightly and reaching down, she expertly guided me with one hand to her entrance and pressed on my behind with the other.

I drove into her, feeling her body surround me, wet, tight, and hot. I cried out and clung to her as the feeling over rode my senses. I felt her hands pressing on me, urging my erection deeper into her, and heard her urgent moans.

I was unable to focus on anything but the up and down motion of my hips and the coil of tension threatening to release. I grit my teeth and clenched my fists trying to hold on as long as I could. But, her body ground into mine. My body shook even as it grew rigid. I grew intensely sensitive as my peak hit, shoving me over the edge. I drove in hard and held it. I pulled back out and drove in hard again, gasping, over and over, as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me and each contraction of my climax spurted my seed into her body.

I felt her tighten over me and heard a deep moan escape her. She thrust her sex hard against me and I felt her shudder, the walls of her body spasm with her release.

She clutched the hair spilling down my back and held on tight, while she moaned and writhed below me.

When it slowed, I lay in her arms, my head resting on her chest. I curled my finger around a lock of dark hair and rubbed my cheek against her breastbone. I finally felt safe and secure with her. I listened to her heartbeat and felt her chest rise and lower with each breath she took. She wasn’t really so much unlike me, the only difference may be that her body didn’t die as easily as mine, but otherwise it worked pretty much the same. As for a soul, now I was certain she did have one.

I wondered what she was thinking. If her feelings for me ran as deep as mine did for her. I wondered what the future held. Would Al and the Colonel understand? I tried to put thoughts of the future out of my mind. It was too uncertain and right now all I wanted was to maintain this peaceful feeling. I knew at some point however, the future would have to be discussed and options weighed. No matter what it held, I wouldn’t allow anyone to torment her with their lies. I’d do anything to keep her close. I reached around under her waist and held her tight, pressing my face into her neck. I’d pull her right inside of me if I could. My ruminations stopped and I lifted my head to gaze at her. She seemed deep in thought. "What are you thinking?"

She sighed. "I don't know, I'm not sure sometimes if things are my memories or hers. But, I think someone had loved me once before. It's like the emotion lodged in my soul and was reborn with me, like it still clings to my essence or something."

I traced a light circle over her arm. "Maybe that's what makes you different from Greed and Gluttony?"

She glanced down at me. "Ed, I never imagined this sinister game would end like this. I never imagined ever having this feeling again, the intimacy of someone's kiss, of seeing another person's desire. But, you gave it to me. Even though I did terrible things to you, you still say you love me."

Lowering my head back to her chest, I held her tighter. "I'm not just saying it. I do love you, with every fiber of my being."

She seemed lost, and for a moment, a faint smile played on her lips. “Ed?”

“Yeah?” I'd already started daydreaming about our lovemaking and I was hesitant to leave it.

“We have to get up and get going. I know you don’t want to hear this, but we have to figure something out, some way of getting you out of here and—"

Suddenly, I rushed up to hover over her. I glared at her. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere. At least, not unless you come with me.” My eyes softened roamed down to her lips. I rolled off her and my hands searched the rumpled bedcovers. “A-ha!” I held up the chain while I sat next to her. “Put it on me.” I held it back up to my neck.

“Oh, come one, I’m not going to put that thing back on you.” She sighed.

“But, I want you to be close. I don’t want you tricking me, or something and . . . ” I gulped hard, realizing how frightened I was of her leaving me. “And, taking off on me when I’m not looking.”

She reached out and pulled me down, close to her again. “You don’t trust me. Do you? I don’t blame you. But you have to know that I would never do that to you, not now."

“Just, put it back on me, please. I know it’s strange, but I’d just feel better, Okay?” I held the chain out to her.

She sighed as we both sat up and she wrapped the chain around my neck. She fastened my end and then tended to her own around her wrist.

When she was finished, I gazed at her with wide eyes and leaned in, giving her a long, lingering kiss.