Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Seven: Vulnerable

Alecs POV:

        The other night was the worst and best night I had in a long while.  My love brutally retaliated against me, she broke my nose and my heart.  But I got to give her all my love, I showed her just how much I desired her body.  She understood, I know she did.  She looked at me through her deep, soulful eyes and sent me shots of ecstacy.  Her brows furrowed and she cried out in pleasure, showing me just how much she wanted me back.

Ever since I came back from the doctors, that night has been on my mind.  Her curvy, skinny body enticed me, turned me on high.  The way she whimpered in my ear gave me chills;  I can still feel her warm breath on my neck.  

        Last night I felt powerful.  I felt as if I could do anything.  It was hard to keep control of such power I had.  I caught myself grabbing onto Marcies neck a few times, choking her and making her gag.  I didn't mean to hurt her, it was just my power getting the best of me.  I always ended up controlling myself in the end, despite the lustful thoughts of her lifeless body unable to fight anything I did to her.

        I layed in my dark room and thought of Marcie as I pleasured myself.  I've done this multiple times but this time was different.  I actually had expierenced her pleasure, her moans and her cries.  It just made it all the while more exciting, knowing she's just below me in the next room.

        I woke up to the bright red light of my alarm clock sitting on my night stand.  The numbers read 2:34 pm but my brain told me it was still night time.  I hadn't went to bed until late lastnight, I was too busy reminiscing over my dirty thoughts of Marcie Brooks.

        I pulled myself from the bed with regret as I walked over to my window and opened up the black out shades.  The sun pierced my eyes causing them to tear up slightly until they grew used to the bright rays.  I stood there as the sun warmed my cheeks.  I peered out my window at the mass of dieing trees.  The forest looked so beautiful in the fall; the ground was but a sea of dead leaves and the trees, bare, with only the occasional crow.  I found great pleasure in being sucluded from the world, with no one but me and Marcie.  It was almost as if we were on our honeymoon.

        I decided to go down and check on her.  I made my way down the stairs and stopped at the giant metal door.  I tried hard to push the lustful thoughts from my mind as I slowly pushed open the door.  A sudden cold draft hit me as I stepped into the room and I noticed the small window at the left of the room was shattered onto the floor and there were little piles of melting snow that clung to the wall.  I sucked in the cool air as I rubbed my arms for warmth.  I walked excitedly over to Marcie who was lieing in my old bed.  Her face was emotionless as she slept in peace.  I felt the corners of my lips purse upwards as I sat down next to her.  I rubbed her hair from her face and brushed my fingers along her cold cheek.  Thats when I noticed her wrists.  They were bleeding deep shades of red, almost black.  I couldn't believe that she would do this to herself.  I ripped off the bottom of my tank and split it into two.  I wrapped each piece around her wrists and carefully tied them off, careful not to make it too tight.  I was surprised my actions didn't wake her.  My mind began to lapse over the things I could do to her now.  She was vulnerable, something that turns me on high.  

No Alec, she's hurt, don't think about these things.

        My subconscious told me, and I reluctantly obeyed.  The sheets were blood stained and I decided that it would be nice if I could replace them for Marcie, I bet she would appreciate some fresh linens.  I ran back upstairs to find some new sheets in the closet and rushed back down to Marcie.  She was still fast asleep which pleased me in ways I didn't think possible.  I layed the clean sheets on the side of the bed as I carefully and slowly picked Marcie's body up, careful not to wake her.  I set her down carefully onto the floor and began changing her bedding.  I threw the old sheets onto the floor and quickly threw on the new ones.  Once I finished I huffed and stood back to admire my work.  

        I looked back over to Marcie who was still slumpted over in the corner, sleeping.  I chuckled at her fatigue and walked back over to her, noticing that her dress, as well as the old sheets, was extremely dirty.  I decided to do her a favor and give her my tank.  I crouched down next to her and lifted up her dress slowly and carefully, pulling it over her head lightly and watched as her arms fell back to her sides.  Seeing her body instantly sent shots of lust through me, making me bite down on my lip.  I couldn't help myself around her.  The panties I ripped off of her the other night never made there way back on so I was staring straight at her bare skin.  It drew me in.  Before I knew it my pants were on the ground and I was ontop of her, pumping myself in and out.  I breathed hard on her neck as she began to moan in her sleep.  She was making me crazy.  It wasn't long before I pulled out and spilled all of my contents onto the dirt floor.  I huffed uncontrolably as I pealed my tank top off and slid it over her fragile body as promised.  I picked her up ever so lightly and placed her back on the bed and kissed her cheek as I left the room, closing the door softly so I didn't wake her.  

Although what just happened was no doubt amazing, I can't help but feel unsatisfied.  The fight that she put up the other night wasn't present and I soon lost intrest in the experience.  What's the use of playing a game with no opponent?  I decided to wait until she woke to continue my sexual craze.