Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ Choose ( Chapter 5 )

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Dark Desire Chapter Five

Choose

Her POV

After he leaves I drag myself off the kitchen table. I don't even bother to pick up my clothes as I slink through the house naked, intent only on reaching the bathroom. Once there I turn the cold water on and step into the shower.

I hiss as the cold water hits my heated skin, but I make no move towards the hot water nozzle. Slowly, I slide down the cool tile wall, gathering my knees up to my chest as I rock back and forth. Tears pour down my face as the cold water streams down my shivering back.

I am beginning to turn blue from the cold but I don't care. Maybe if I can make my body numb, I can numb my mind as well.

Why do I let him to do these things to me and why does it feel so good? I fear him so much and yet I crave his touch.

All my life I have been the perfect everything. My father pushed me to be the best in my class, the smartest girl in school. I was expected to be a genius, I wasn't given a choice. I have so many degrees from Harvard, Yale and MIT that I can't even keep count anymore. I won the noble prize when I was sixteen and I have been striving to beat myself ever since.

Not only did I have to be the smartest, but I had to be the most beautiful as well. My mother, a society debutante demanded that I follow in her graceful footsteps. Brains will only get you so far, she would say, but what a man really wants is a beautiful woman. For all of his brains you don't see your father married to a scientist now do you dear. She would twitter and pat her hair into place. I was never allowed to wear overalls or leave the house even to go to the lab with a hair out of place.

I have so much money it's sick. I quite literally own the world. When you have money you have everything. They say money can't buy it all, but that's a blatant lie to keep the poor people happy. If I wanted a man killed on the other side of the world, it could be done within the hour. If I wanted a terminally ill patient cured it would be done within the day. I had enough money to elevate thousands of people from the depths of poverty to wealthy elite. With the single sweep of my hand over a bank draft, I hold the power of life and death.

My life is so perfect. Brains, Beauty and Bucks. The three B's equal power.

No one dares to deny me anything. When I say jump they ask how high. Even my best friend, the strongest man in the world bows to me. Everyone fears me.

I am alone.

There can only be one at the top, there is no room for two. Only one can be in control.

No one has taken that control from me until now. He has taken it from me, cruelly and by force. He has stripped everything from me, leaving me bare to the world. When his hands slide across my skin, he doesn't see a scientist, a beauty or wealth. He only sees a woman. He only sees me.

He takes the control from me and for the first time in my life I feel light and I can see the real me. It makes me so happy, to give the power over to someone else. To have my control taken away, leaving me free.

When he touches me it's like free falling.

If only I was confident that he would catch me before I hit the ground.

That's what is the cruelest about him. He topples the pedestal that I sit upon, but instead of catching me he lets me plummet to my death. I look into the deepest part of my soul and I know that if he were just to catch me, then I would give it all to him willingly. I would be his forever

I jump when I look up and I see him looking down at me, his face completely expressionless. He reaches over and turns off the water then gathers me up in a fluffy towel. He efficiently dries me off while I stand in the middle of the bathroom, like a small child that needs to be cared for. He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom and lays me down on the bed.

He takes out a small jar and sits on the bed next to me. I'm confused so I try to look at the writing on the jar, but it is in an alien language and I know it didn't come from Earth. He opens the jar and dips his fingers inside scooping out some sort of yellow salve.

He leans over me and I press myself down onto the bed. He ignores me while gently rubbing the cream over the tops of my thighs where large bruises have begun to form. As soon as he rubs the cream in I can feel the pain being leached from my bones and I sigh with relief.

He takes hold of my wrists and pulls them up above my head and I stiffen in fear. Oh Kami, he was going to fuck me again and I am so sore. That treacherous heat pools in my center again and I frown. Instead, he smoothes the salve over my elbows where they had slammed into the table top.

He lets go only to flip me over onto my stomach. I am really nervous now. I don't understand what he is doing. Why is he being so nice to me? He has hurt me before and he has never tended my wounds. I feel him apply the cream to the cut on my back and to the bruises on my hips and legs.

I feel the bed shift as he hefts himself off. I flip over to see him staring down at me impassively while he tightens the lid on the jar. I stare back unblinking, afraid to miss his slightest move. He just turns and walks out the door without looking back.

I fall into a dreamless sleep after he leaves, my brain practically frying on overdrive, trying to figure out what was going on.

The next day I wake up to the kami-awful ringing of my phone. I reach over to my nightstand and pick up the receiver.

"Moshi moshi."

"Hey babe! How you feeling?" My boyfriend asks.

I instantly shoot awake and I glance at the door, like I'm afraid of being caught or something.

"I'm fine." Remarkably I am fine, in fact I feel great. Whatever that cream was it did the trick. I don't even have any bruises on my legs. As I glance down, I realize I am naked, which reminds me of what happened to my clothes. My face heats up as I remember what He did to me last night. I feel my thighs get slick as I think about him fucking me from behind while I writhed on the table. I come back to reality with a jolt.

"I'm sorry, what was that hunny?" I ask my boyfriend, after coming out of my little daydream.

"I was asking you if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight." His tone clearly indicated that he wanted to make up for our little fight last night. I felt really bad for what happened and I wanted to make it up to him as well, but I remember what He said.

"Um sure that sounds great, but how about if I meet you there?" I ask

"Sure, that sounds good." He probably wasn't too eager to come here after yesterday anyways.

"I will meet you at seven at the Blue Lagoon, okay babe?" He says.

"Sure that sounds great, cya there." I hang up and decide to go back to sleep. I don't have to do anything today and I feel drained.

I start getting ready for my date around six and I am fairly confident that I am going to be able to get out of the house before He gets back from training since he usually stays in the GR until nine or ten. I walk into my closet and select a slinky red dress that only comes down to my mid thighs. I put on my make up and fluff out my hair, carrying my red strappy heels with me as I descend to the main floor.

I look at the clock as I pass by the den noticing that it's a quarter to seven but not really paying attention to anything else in the room as I walk to the front door.

"Woman, where are you going?" I hear a husky voice from behind me.

I jump about ten feet high and drop my shoes onto the ground. I whip around to see him lounging in my father's lazy boy.

"Out." I squeak.

"No." He smirks and I can feel my flesh start to quiver.

"Yes." I manage to hiss out, barely.

"Onna, come here." He demands.

I instinctively take a step forward, but I stop and shake my head no at him.

He cocks his eyebrow and makes a come hither motion with his finger.

I take another half step, but I stop myself again.

He adds that devilish smile into the mix and I can't resist. I am pulled to him like a moth to the flame. I know I am going to get burned, but I can't stop myself.

I walk over to the chair and look down at him. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down onto his lap. He positions me so that my back is pressed up against his chest and my legs are draped on either side of his knees. He rests his chin on my shoulder brushing his cheek against mine, while his arm snakes around my waist to keep me in place.

"I said no." He states calmly as if discussing the weather.

I gulp. "I am not your slave, you can't tell me what to do." I whisper. Being this close to him was causing the heat to build in the pit of my stomach and I could feel my panties getting damp.

"Tsk, Tsk. Don't make me punish you woman." He exhales next to my ear causing goosebumps to form all the way down my bare arms.

"Please don't hurt me." I cringe at my weak tone.

He licks my neck, swathing a hot path from beneath my ear to my shoulder. "Who said anything about hurting you?" He asks before he bites down on my flesh. I moan as I feel his strong teeth break the skin and he laps at the wound.

"I am just going to teach you a lesson in obedience." He whispers and a shiver shoots down my spine at his words.

He places his hand on my smooth thigh and slowly lets it drift up my leg and under my skirt. He moves with such tantalizing slowness that I moan with frustration. I know what his destination is and I'm impatient for him to get there. He snickers against my neck and showers the delicate flesh with soft kisses.

His other hand skims up my abdomen to cup my breast gently, making no move to squeeze it. I begin to fidget when I realize that I can't reach him since I am facing away from him. All I can do is raise my arm to curl my fingers into his hair at the back of his neck.

His hand finally finds the apex of my thighs and his fingers pluck at my sheer panties. He shifts his knees further apart, which splay my legs wider for him. He takes his hand off my chest and I growl at the loss of contact. He chuckles and suddenly we are lying back instead of sitting up. He has pulled the lever on the chair to recline the seat back.

He replaces his hand and he massages my breast in a circular motion. I arch my chest up to him, while digging my nails into his nape. He bites down again on my neck and I can't stop the pleading moans that echo around the room.

His other hand smoothes over my panties, tugging at my clitoris through the damp cloth, fanning my desire. He alternates between plucking at the swollen flesh and petting it softly. I buck against his hand, winding my legs in his for support. My hand kneads the armrest restlessly while my other is tangled in his hair.

He growls seductively in my ear and it drives me even wilder. Finally, he rips my panties away, baring my flesh to his touch. He pulls down my top and my breasts fall free since I'm not wearing a bra. He teases the sensitive flesh until my nipples are rock hard.

Hours seem to go by and still he withholds what I desire most. I squirm, I scream and I writhe in his lap but he just laughs in my ear.

"You have to take your punishment Onna." He breathes. "You can't cum, until I say so, Little One."

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and I can feel him tense beneath me.

"Babe, are you in there?" I hear my boyfriend call. My eyes dart to the clock and I can't believe it. It's already eight o'clock. We have been at this for over an hour and the bastard hasn't let me come once! Wait, focus that isn't your main problem right now.

"Babe?" He knocks again.

"Let me up." I demand.

"Why should I." He asks softly.

"Because." My words trail off as I realize that I can't give him any reason that he would listen too. He begins to lick my neck again and I moan under his touch.

The knock sounds again and I jump.

"Because I asked you too?" I blurt out. I hold my breath, expecting him to deny me.

Instead, he pulls his hands away from me, sliding them across my hot flesh as he does so. I hold back the groan as I try to stand. I am burning with need and I can barely walk. I stumble over to the door, reaching for the handle, when I am suddenly pinned against it. He puts one hand near my head and the other at my shoulder, but he does not touch me as he looks down at me.

"Why do you run to this weakling?" he asks

"I'm not running." I say

"Yes you are. You are going to him. Why?" He snarls.

"Because he loves me." I state as if this answers everything.

"What does this love do for you? What does he do for you that's so great?" He asks as he stares into my eyes intently, looking for honesty.

What does he do for me that is so great? Does he make me feel secure? No, he hasn't done that since his death. Does he make me feel special? No, he treats me just the same as everyone else does. With respect and fear. Only He treats me different, but was different special?

I look away confused. "I don't know. It just is." I say calmly.

He growls and he takes his hand that was by my head and places it under my skirt. The heaviness in my loins pointedly reminds me that I have some much unfinished business with that hand.

"And, what is this?" He asks as he slides two fingers inside my waiting passage.

I groan loudly at the surge of pleasure. I nearly jump out of my skin when the door that I am leaning against, vibrates with the pounding of a fist from the other side.

"Babe, was that you? Are you okay? Open the door!" My boyfriend demands. I am acutely aware that only an inch of wood separates us while I am being pleasured by another man.

He rotates his thumb over my bud and my knees nearly give out. I reach out and gather his shirt in my hands to hold myself up. I moan even louder as I can feel the tell tale heat in his fingers as he begins to gather his ki.

"What are you doing?" My eyes shoot open and I look over to the doorway to the kitchen. My boyfriend must have come in the back door when he couldn't get into the front. He looks pale and confused as he stares at us.

"Look at me." I hear him whisper and my eyes dart back to his.

"Let me go." I plead.

"I am not holding you woman. You are in fact, the one holding me." His voice is husky.

I look down and sure enough, I have my hand wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand to me, while my other hand is knotted in his shirt. He is merely leaning his weight against the door looking down at me.

I hear a choking sound and I glance back over at the door again to see my boyfriend leaning against the wall with one arm while the other is wrapped around his stomach. He looks mortally injured, but I know it is just emotional pain.

"Look at me, or I will stop." He demands just as he sends a small spark into me. My eyes snap back to his as I moan, shivering with passion. Another sound draws my attention away and he starts to pull out of me. I grasp his wrist tighter and look back into his eyes.

"No, don't stop." I gasp.

"You have to choose Onna. If you walk out of here, then you will never have this again." He sends another small jolt through me and I hiss as the pressure builds inside of me.

"There is no going back from here woman." He growls.

"I know, I choose you." I sigh as he delves back inside of me.

At my words his eyes widen and his ki spikes through my eager body. My jaw practically unhinges as I howl with the release that I so desperately need and not once do I break my gaze with his. In the distance, I can hear the choked sobs of my ex-lover. The pain of his broken heart and my intense pleasure mingles together in my mind.

I stare at the man, who is both my lover and my tormentor. The man whom I will throw away everything for, even if he doesn't promise to catch me if I fall.