Coffee and Cream

The Devil's Touch

EMRYS

Darcelle had become my perfect addiction. There was no getting around it. The way she had fully embraced this twisted thing between us was thrilling, intoxicating. She craved the control I had over her, the way I pushed her to the edge, only to pull her back at the last second. It wasn't just sex; it was a dance. Pain, pleasure—two sides of the same fucking coin. And Darcelle had learned to spin it like a pro.

We were in my house, my red room. The kind of place where all our darkest fantasies came alive. Red walls, dim lighting, chains, cuffs, and all the toys anyone could need to explore the deeper recesses of their desires. The room was designed for one purpose: submission and control. And Darcelle submitted so fucking beautifully.

She stood before me in nothing but her skin, her eyes locked on mine, anticipation radiating from her. The safe word was "Raven." It hadn't been used in a while. I smirked. She wasn't going to use it tonight either.

I moved toward her slowly, savoring the way her breath hitched. My lips brushed hers, soft like the wings of a bird—just a whisper of contact. Her body tensed in response, waiting. Always waiting for what came next. My hands slid down her skin, my touch light like the wind, until I gripped her hips firmly.

"You know the rules," I murmured against her lips. "You don't get to come until I say so."

She whimpered, nodding, her body already trembling. The control, the anticipation—it was driving her insane. My fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her folds, and she let out a soft moan.

"Tell me," I growled. "Tell me how much you want it."

"Please... don't ever stop! It feels so good," she gasped. Her voice was breathless, needy. "I love how you look at me when we fuck. So hot. I'm your naughty girl, Emrys. What do you want me to do to you?"

I grinned darkly. My naughty girl. My perfect ladybug.

I pushed her onto the bed, cuffing her wrists to the posts above her head. She didn't resist; she welcomed it. Her trust in me was absolute. I grabbed the whip and let it trail across her body, watching her eyes flutter shut.

The first crack of the whip across her skin made her gasp. Her back arched, her body responding to the pain like it was pleasure. Another crack, and her moans grew louder, her legs trembling.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you're like this," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Helpless, completely under my control."

I reached down, sliding two fingers inside her, feeling how wet she was. "You want to come, don't you?" I teased.

She nodded frantically, her breath coming out in short pants. "Yes, please..."

"Not yet," I growled, pulling my fingers out. I grabbed the vibrator and placed it against her clit, turning it to the highest setting. Her body bucked against the restraints, but she couldn't move... couldn't stop the pleasure from building.

"Please, Emrys!" she begged. "I can't... I can't take it!"

I smirked, flicking my tongue across her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. "You don't get to decide that, Ladybug. I do."

I kept her on the edge, pushing her higher and higher, until her body was shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm. Then, finally, when I knew she couldn't take it anymore, I whispered in her ear, "Come."

Her scream echoed through the room as she shattered around me, her body convulsing in ecstasy. I watched her fall apart, my hand sliding down to squeeze her throat gently. She gasped, her eyes rolling back, completely lost in the moment.

We lay there for a while after, breathing heavily, our bodies spent. But that wasn't the end of it. I wasn't done with her yet.

"Let's play a game," I said, breaking the silence.

She looked at me, her eyes still glazed over from the high of the orgasm. "What game?"

"We're going hunting."

Her brow furrowed. "Hunting? I've never hunted before."

I grinned, stroking her cheek. "You'll learn. Tonight, you'll be a distraction. All you have to do is make them want you."

We dressed up and headed out to the sleaziest part of town, a dingy bar where the broken came to drown their sorrows. Darcelle walked in, every eye in the room turning to her. She was the epitome of temptation, and they were fools to think they could have her.

I stayed back, watching as a drunk bastard stumbled over to her, his eyes filled with lust. She flirted with him, stroking his face sweetly, leading him on. My cock twitched with excitement. She was perfect.

They disappeared into a dark alley, and I followed, lighting a cigarette as I walked. The anticipation was a sweet melody in my head. The man was practically salivating, thinking he was about to fuck Darcelle. Fool.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my woman?" I growled, stepping into the alley.

The man froze, his eyes wide with fear. "I... I didn't know..."

I pulled out my knife, the blade glinting under the dim light. "Run."

He did. Stumbling, tripping over his own feet. I gave him a head start, just enough to make the chase interesting. Then I ran after him, the thrill coursing through me like a drug. I caught up to him easily, slamming him against the wall.

"You really thought you had a chance with her?" I sneered, stabbing him in the side, twisting the blade. The man's screams echoed off the walls, his blood staining the concrete.

Darcelle appeared at my side, her eyes wide but not with fear. Curiosity. Fascination.

"Is he dead yet?" she asked softly.

I looked at her, my sweet Ladybug, and grinned. "Not yet. Finish it."

She took the knife from my hand, her fingers trembling. "I don't know if I can..."

"You can," I whispered, stepping behind her, guiding her hand. "Slit his throat."

Together, we did it. The man's body convulsed, choking on his own blood, and Darcelle let out a soft, delighted squeal.

"Let's go," I said, wiping the blood off with a water bottle from my car. "We've got another one in us."

Back at home, we collapsed onto the couch, laughing like lunatics. The thrill of the hunt, the kill—it was still buzzing in my veins.

"I didn't think it would be... fun," she admitted, her voice soft, still tinged with excitement.

I kissed her temple, my lips lingering. "Told you, Ladybug. You were made for this."

We made out, the adrenaline still pumping through us.

I was her dream and she was my nightmare. And I wouldn't have it anyother way

We were each other's dream, each other's nightmare. And I wouldn't have it any other way.