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Jason

Maya left shortly after Eve was done with her shower, and even when I go to sit in the viewing room, Eve remains standing in front of the retort, watching the body inside until it is reduced to ashes. Contemplating, observing, the wheels in her head turning so loudly I can hear them from where I am sitting. It isn’t until an hour or so later, when she is sure there is nothing left to burn, that she comes and joins me inside the room.

I recline on the couch, legs splayed out, and watch her toss her empty coffee cup in the trash as she walks over to me.

“What time is it?” she asks as she nudges my leg over and sits near my legs.

Lifting my arm, I check my watch, looking out the windows of the crematorium and sighing thankfully at the lack of sun.

“It’s about 3:30am,” I say, moving sideways towards the back of the couch and patting the space next to me, beckoning her to come lie down next to me.

She obliges, sweeping her hair over her shoulder and bringing her head to rest on my chest. Her legs entwine with mine, and we lie there, both of us quiet and pensive. Her fingers trace the buttons of my shirt, occasionally sliding inside the gaps between to graze my chest. She hums softly, bringing her hand to rest over my heart: I can feel her inhale deeply, and as she speaks she lifts her head to look up at me.

“Jason. I hope you don’t think differently of me after what happened. I just…I snapped, and I didn’t feel in control. I just let my instinct take over, and I couldn’t stop myself.”

I look down at her, bringing my arm up from behind her head to gently stroke her hair.

“Eve, I understand. It’s not like you just went out and decided to kill someone, you know? The situation forced you to choose, to survive.”

I glance over at the retort in the next room, at what remains of the man she had murdered.

“After all, he was evil. And the world is better off without him”

She nods before pushing her hand against my chest, rising off of the couch and pacing over to the window.

She’s restless. I remember that feeling well. Coming to terms with taking a human life is always a process, no matter how predisposed to violence one might be. I’ve always been violent, always been a killer. But Eve? For as dark a shadow as her true nature might cast, I’m still not sure of what she can handle.

That is, until I remember that look she had on her face in the driveway. Staring at the body, her chest swelling slightly with confidence and pride, her face refusing to look away from the battered victim before her.

She looked like she enjoyed it. At this point, I’m not really sure if she really just ‘let instinct take over,’ or if she CHOSE to take it that far.

I stand and walk over to her side, and we look at each other with understanding. As we search each other’s gaze for the truth we so desperately seek, I see that same look in her eyes that I remember seeing when I first met her: that look she gives when her mind is working, formulating, trying to hide behind a curtain of well-fabricated stories and emotions.

I care for Eve, yet I feel as if I don’t really know who she is. And I know that I can’t expect that truth from her, especially since I won’t reveal my own reality in return. Still, she seems to struggle with the idea of controlling herself, of having to present a certain image to the world, and in doing so she’s been denying the parts of her that make her who she is.

And so we stand, bound together by the silent admission of having secrets we are keeping buried, and both of us being strangely comfortable in that knowledge and acceptance.

“Eve?” I ask, breaking the silence as I move towards the door of the viewing room, waving at her to follow me.

She does, and we walk together towards my office, while I ask her about the men who attacked her.

“Do you remember what any of the others looked like? Were they the same ones we saw outside the club?”

She sighs, and her eyes roll upwards slightly as she attempts to recall the details from earlier.

“The other guy that assaulted me, the one I kicked,” she says, motioning to her shin to show me where her foot made contact. “I’m pretty sure his shin broke, at least that’s what he said. He was white, maybe in his 30s, black dirty hair, not long but…shaggy. Thinner build. Not very tall, like 5’8 or something.”

She shakes her head, crinkling her nose and making a face of utter disgust.

“He REEKED of cheap cigarettes. Menthols. And he smelled like liquor. I’m pretty sure he was drunk, or drinking. Does that help?”

“Yes, thank you,” I reply as we reach my office door, holding it open for her as we walk inside. The lights are off, yet the moonlight coming through the window illuminates the room with a soft, bright glow. “Although I can ask Derek to review the security cameras from Clover and make sure it’s the same guys we saw that night you and I were…intimate.”

She smiles and nods.

“Such a wasted moment. I feel like the car made it more difficult to…move…in the ways I wanted to.”

I slide my tongue into my cheek, the motion causing a flush to rise to Eve’s face as she fixes her eyes on my mouth.

“I don’t know, Princess,” I reply darkly. “You seemed to have no problem moving when I had you by the ass.”

She scoffs out a laugh, biting her bottom lip and narrowing her eyes at me.

“Buddy, you have NO idea what I could do to you in a proper bed: five minutes and I’ll have you BEGGING me to come.”

My hand shoots out to her throat, fingers curling around her neck as I walk towards her and back her into the wall.

“You have this obsession with being in control,” I growl, pressing my body against hers and sliding my hand upwards so I’m cupping her jaw, tilting her face towards mine. “I don’t mind entertaining you from time to time. The way you struggle, the way you try to boss me around. It’s…cute…”

She glares at me, her eyes gleaming as she lifts her chin even higher in defiance. I laugh and bring my face in so that I’m millimeters away from her mouth, her breath ragged and heavy.

“I don’t need to feel your pussy to know you’re turned on by this. You like it rough, you like the power struggle, and I’m more than willing to play along. But I know part of you is just dying to give into yourself…to me.”

I drop my hand from her neck, and take a step back from her just in time to see her fists ball at her side. Before I can blink, she reaches forward and grabs my shirt with both hands, pulling herself towards me until my body crashes into hers. She slides her arm down and grasps my wrist, bringing my hand up to her throat and giving me a smile that would have even the Devil blushing.

“Put. It. Back.”

I don’t give her time to think before I grab both her wrists with my hands and pin them over her head against the wall.

“Say please,” I demand, dipping my head down and running my tongue along her neck, biting the spot where it meets her shoulder and holding myself there. She yelps, and I can feel her body tense as her thighs press together in desperation. I keep my teeth on her, sliding my knee between her thighs and forcing them to part for me, only to press my knee inward and up against her pussy. She bucks her hips in a pitiful attempt to grind against me, but I lower my leg, denying her friction.

Her cry of frustration is short lived, and as she clears her throat I can feel her try to regain control of herself. I smile into her neck, my teeth sinking deeper: she wants so badly to keep up that strong exterior.

Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll break you of that.

Eve writhes against me, her every movement causing her skin to pull against my mouth as she realizes she can’t move. I sense her epiphany; as she stops her movement, her voice gets low–terrifyingly low–and as she lowers her head towards my ear, her voice carries an eerie quality that sends chills down my spine.

“I get it. You think this is a game. You think I’m afraid of pain.”

I feel her bracing herself against me, the muscles in her forearms coiling beneath my palms.

“You have no idea what I can endure…what I ENJOY enduring…”

In one strong, steady motion, she pulls her neck away from me, and my teeth drag across her skin so deeply I taste blood in my mouth. But she is strong, and with a soft groan she succeeds in tearing herself away from my mouth.

For a brief moment my resolve is shaken, and when I look up at her, I finally see it. That creature she’s been hiding, that darkness that she’s been fighting to keep at bay, is freed. With blood trickling down her neck and her hands pinned above her, her eyes bore into mine like the most vicious apex predator, and I realize I’ve met my true match.

She takes advantage of my pause, and swings her arms down along the wall to her sides, breaking my grip before shoving my chest and pushing me backwards off of her. My eyes narrow as I glare dangerously at her, but in seconds she is on me like a wild cat, clawing at my shirt and tearing the buttons from them as she exposes my chest.

“You’re hiding something from me, Jason,” she grunts as she pushes me back until I bump into my desk. “And I know what it is.”

I freeze.

Her hands drag down my chest, her nails finding purchase in my skin as she claws her way down to unfasten my belt. I let out a ragged moan, enjoying the sting as she throws my belt to the side and reaches behind me, grasping something from off of the desk and bringing it up between us.

It’s a letter opener. The blade catches the moonlight and shimmers silver, and as my eyes travel from the blade to her, she smiles.

“There’s something inside you that you’ve been struggling to keep buried, isn’t there” her voice goes soft as she holds the blade to my chest, pressing it to my skin and looking up at me.

My lips press together, the pain from the blade insignificant compared to the ache I feel by keeping the truth from her.

“Eve,” my voice is heavy as I keep my hands planted on the desk. I want her to let go, to unleash herself completely. She thinks I can’t handle her.

She has no idea how wrong she is.

“I know you had a scare tonight, and I know you’re a strong woman. But it doesn’t erase the fact that you were assaulted and almost kidnapped. If this is your way of trying to take back control, then I’m here for you. Whatever you need, I will give you. My body, my soul, my heart, my life: it’s all yours. Every piece of me is yours to break.”

I flex my chest and lean forward, the blade biting into my flesh as small drops of crimson begin to well up against the metal. For a brief moment I see her eyes wide, but not out of surprise. It looks like…joy. Excitement. She takes her other hand and reaches for my neck, wrapping around the back of it and pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips are soft, yet her kiss is deep. Passionate. Hungry.

We feed on each other as she slowly drags the blade down my chest, and I groan into her mouth. The mix of pain and pleasure lights my skin on fire, and I wrap my arm around her, electricity pulsing through me as I open myself to her.

Sliding her arm between us, she drops the blade to my belly, right above my belt, and I bite her lip in response. Moaning into my mouth, she slides the blade along the crest of my pants, and I feel my cock stiffen as she leaves a shallow horizontal gash across my stomach.

“Eve,” I growl, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back, staring at her throat as she swallows.

“You’re going to make me bleed on my slacks. Take them off.”

She looks down her nose at my face, setting her jaw in defiance as she stays quiet.

“You told me you think I’m hiding something dark. That I’m not being honest with you. You’re right.”

Her breath catches in her chest. She tries to move the blade inward towards my torso again, but I use my other hand and grab her wrist, holding it so tightly I could snap it with a thought. Yet she doesn’t make a sound, just continues to stare at me with what could only be described as contempt.

“No no no, Eve: pain is a two way street. You can’t dish out what you can’t endure yourself.”

Sliding my hand from her wrist to her palm, I grab the blade from her, ignoring how it digs into my fingers as I wrench it out of her grip and toss it aside. Her lips curl at my insult.

“You think I can’t handle pain?” She hisses. “Why, because I’m a woman? Because I’m not some big, strong, brooding man who can handle a little papercut?”

I smirk at her, keeping my one hand in her hair as I thrust my other arm down her sweatpants, grabbing her pussy so aggressively she yelps in response.

“No, Princess…I think you can handle pain. More than that, I think you LIKE it.”

Before she can blink, I slide two fingers into her, the gashes on my fingers from the blade stinging as her juices smother my skin. She doesn’t moan, just continues to stare at me without a word. She has something to prove, but to whom?

Why is she so hell-bent on keeping herself in check? What is she hiding?

“You have a desire to be in control, to show to the world–and yourself–that nobody can make you feel what you don’t want to feel. I’m here to tell you that in order to be fully in control of yourself, sometimes you have to submit to everything that makes you who you are. No matter how dark or depraved it may be..”

I release her hair, curling my fingers inside her ever so slightly, until I feel her shudder at my touch.

“And what, Jason?” Her voice is shaking with each shallow breath. “You think you can push me to my limit, that you can help me master myself?”

I pull my fingers from her as quickly as I can, Eve gasping at the sudden feeling of emptiness: I bring my hand between us and thrust my fingers into her mouth, giving her a taste of both of us combined. Earnestly, she sucks the juices from me, cleaning my wounds with her tongue and moaning in delight as I force my knuckles against her lips.

“Say, yes, Eve,” I urge as I reach down with my other hand and unzip my pants, sliding them down to my ankles and stepping out of them.

My cock is rock hard at the thought of what I want to do to this woman, and as she reaches down with one hand to wrap around my base, she grasps my wrist with the other and tries to pull my hand from her mouth.

Silly girl is still fighting it.

Ignoring her grip on my cock, I use my other hand and cup the back of her head, preventing her from backing away as I slowly slide my fingers in and out of her mouth. Her tongue wraps around me, licking every inch and every crevice, and I growl as she looks up at me: her eyes are glazed, the bright emerald shade darkened by lust, as if she’s begging me for more.

“Eve, say yes. Say yes, and in return I’ll show you who you really are. How to embrace even the darkest parts of you. How to let go.”

I slide my fingers slowly out of her mouth, and with those wide, eager eyes, she says the one word I’ve been dying to hear all night.

“...Yes…”

My eyes darken as I slide my fingers back into her mouth, pressing downwards on her tongue mercilessly as I force her to her knees in front of me. Grabbing my cock with my other hand, I guide it to her mouth, thrusting it over my fingers and past her lips.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I slide my fingers into her silky locks and tighten my grip, looking down at her.

“You have three seconds to take a good, deep breath.”

She inhales around my cock and when I can feel she can’t take in any more, I thrust my hips forward and keep her head steady as I fuck her face.

This isn’t like our session in the car, where there were moments of passion and tenderness. No. This is merciless, rough, instinctual. My hips jerk forward as I bury myself as deep as I can go and hold myself there, feeling her gag and choke against me. My balls tighten and I throw my head back with a groan, my hands forcing her head even further until I feel her tapping against my thigh.

Looking down, I am met with desperation, the emerald pools of her eyes filled with tears as she tries to open her mouth wide and breathe around me.

“God you’re so beautiful when you’re suffering for me,” I say as I give her one more good thrust and push her off of me. She falls onto her back, coughing and struggling for breath as she looks up at me, tears streaming down her face.

“Ja-Jason,” she breathes rapidly, moving her arms to her sides to try and push herself up. I step forward, placing my boot on the middle of her chest and pushing her back to the tile below with just enough pressure to keep her on the ground.

Leaning down, I wipe the tears from her face as I feel her trying to writhe below me.

“You’re used to fighting yourself, being at war with who you are and what you think others want to see.”

I move my boot off of her chest and kneel, straddling her hips as I grab the collar of her tank top and tear it apart. Her nipples stiffen as the cool air licks across her skin, and with a growl I lean down and take one on my mouth, sucking hard and rolling the tip between my teeth.

Eve cries out loudly, and as I lift my head I put my hand on her throat, keeping her still and at my mercy.

“You have to learn how to calm that panic. Don’t let fear be your master,” I say as I reach out with my other hand, palming her breast and running my fingers down her torso to the elastic of her sweatpants. I move off of her and slide the band of her sweatpants down past her ass, keeping my hand firmly on her throat.

She tries to seize the opportunity to free herself and kicks her legs wildly, the motion doing more harm than good as it causes the baggy sweats to slide down her thighs, her pussy bare and glistening.

“Oh Eve, you’re STILL trying to fight, aren’t you?” I growl as I grab the sweats and swing her legs upwards, her knees nearly to her face.

In one quick motion I release her throat, moving so my forearm is pinned against the back of her knees as I force her legs upwards. Her thighs are pressed into her chest, her body folded in half with her ass begging to be beaten. I bring my hand back and smack her as hard as I can, her cries like music to my ears.

“JASON, PLEASE!”

I bring my hand back over my head, looking down at Eve’s face from behind her legs and I can see her pleading with me. I smirk.

“What is it you told me? ‘Give me five minutes and I’ll have you begging?’”

Eve’s eyes widen as I swing my arm down in full force, the sound of my palm on her flesh as sharp as a gunshot as she yells out. Her hands are trying to claw at my forearm, trying to free herself from my grip, but to no avail.

She wanted to see the real me…and I’m going to show her.

I continue to spank her, seeing her pussy pulsing with every blow and her cries becoming less and less, until she finally falls silent. The sound of her panting fills the room, yet despite her surrender, I can feel muscles coiling under my arm. I smirk.

“Oh, Princess, don’t tell me I’ve broken you already: we’re just getting started.”

Running my hand along the hot red flesh, I slide my fingers along her pussy, her lips parting for me as I trace her entrance. She moans, her voice hoarse from screaming, and as I position three fingers together, the tips barely inside, I look down at her.

“Eve, look at me.”

She looks up at me, her face damp from tears and her skin flushed. Once her eyes lock into mine, I force my fingers inside her, feeling her walls gripping and stretching at the sudden fullness. A loud moan escapes her lips as I pull my fingers out and jam them back in, keeping my momentum steady and the pressure on her legs firm. Within seconds I feel her clenching onto me, her head tossing back and forth and her words breathless.

“Jason, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna–”

I pull my fingers out, denying her orgasm. Eve screams in frustration, a tortuous sound that rivals that of the men I’ve had on my table.

“NO NO NO! NO!”

Thrashing against me, her hips buck upwards, desperately searching for completion. I’ll give it to her. But not yet.

“You wanted to cause me pain, Princess. You thought it would make you feel in control. Well two can play that game, and don’t think for a second that just because I’m not using a blade, that I can’t make you suffer.”

I release her legs and stand up at her side, and she wastes no time shooting up to her feet, her breasts heaving with each breath. Her lips purse in fury as she winds back and slaps me in the face. Hard. Hard enough to cause my head to snap to the side, and for a second, deafening silence hangs between us.

My neck twists slowly as I drag my face back to her, my vision tinted with red as I feel a caustic mix of anger and pride bubbling beneath the surface. My voice is a low rumble, shaking with feral anticipation.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

My hand shoots out and grabs Eve by the throat, this time closing my fist tightly as I swing her around and force her backwards until she is against the desk. Her face is starting to turn red as she claws at my hand, but I’m having none of it.

“You want to show me your claws? Fine, I’ll show you mine!”

Reaching behind her, I throw my arm across the desk, knocking everything to the ground as I spin her around and bend her over the cold wood. Eve pushes against my hand and tries to lift her torso off of the desk, attempting to break my grip. Grabbing the back of her neck, I force her head down as I kick her legs apart, keeping my feet planted on the insides of her feet so she can’t close them.

Sliding my other hand between her legs, I coat my fingers in her arousal before bringing my fingers to her ass, circling for a few seconds before pushing a finger inside. Eve grunts against the desk, but my arm is locked in place: I slide my finger in and out, getting deeper with each thrust until I’m as far in as I can go.

“You liked this last time, didn’t you?” I taunt as I slide my finger out, spitting on my hand and coating a second finger.

“That was…different…” she says huskily, still squirming under my hand and reaching back with her arms to claw at my hips.

“Yes, that WAS different,” I say, pressing my two fingers inside her ass to the knuckle. Eve cries out and twitches under me, her breathing labored as I fuck her with my fingers. My pace is punishing, and Eve’s moans get louder and louder as I feel her muscles relax around my fingers.

“Jason, Jason please, I get it…please…don’t….stop….stop….”

Her begging just fuels my desire, and after one final thrust I slide my fingers out, her legs shaking against my thighs.

“Don’t worry, Princess…we’re almost done.”

I grasp my cock with my hand and bring it to her lips, teasing her pussy with the tip, circling her and pushing it in and out as slowly as I can. I feel her clenching with desperation and groaning in frustration every time I withdraw.

“Let me come, please…”

I chuckle to myself, coating my dick in her juices and rubbing myself against her.

“And here I thought we were working on self-control,” I say, keeping her pinned to the desk as I continue to dip my tip in and out, withdrawing completely when I feel her getting close. After a few minutes I hear a sob, and I slide my hand up from her neck to the back of her head, fisting her hair and turning her head to the side. A tear rolls down her cheek, and I can’t help but to smile.

“What’s wrong, Eve? You don’t like being pushed to the edge?”

Out of the corner of her eye she looks at me as she takes a breath and twists her lips into a feline smile.

“The edge?” She taunts, pushing against my hand as she cranes her head to look over her shoulder at me. “Please, I’ve had rougher sex with my dildo.”

THE BALLS ON THIS GIRL.

“Ohhhh PRINCESS…”

I lose it. I slam my cock inside her pussy, bottoming out completely, and she yells against the desk. Holding myself there, I grind against her ass, burying my cock inside her, dragging it against her walls as she tries to push back on me. All of the teasing had her on the verge of an orgasm, and even though she’s not telling me she’s close, I can feel it. Her legs tensing, her pussy clenching, she is moments away from her climax.

So I pull out.

She cries out in frustration, her body shuddering uncontrollably at the feeling of being kept on the edge. Steadying my hand on her neck, I grab my cock and slide it up from her pussy to her ass, pushing my head against her and feeling her immediately freeze,

“Jason wait-”

I push forward, my head breaching her as she screams: the sound makes my cock jump in excitement, and I double over her, not giving her time to acclimate as I slide my entire length inside in one smooth motion. I bring my lips to her ear as I keep myself buried.

“Rougher sex with a dildo, eh?”

Standing back up, I release her neck and bring my hand around to her throat, lifting her torso from the desk and towards my body so that she’s arched against me. Working my hips, I slide out of her ass-nearly all the way-before slamming back inside her again. Each thrust is met with a scream, and each scream makes me even harder for her. Eve pushes against my hips with her hands, but my legs pinning hers against the desk keeps her from going anywhere.

“JASON…AAAAGH….YOU…FUCKING…BASTARD..”

Her words are barely intelligible, her voice nearly gone as I continue to fuck her ass, feeling her tighten around me.

“Is this what you like, Eve?” I grunt as I bury my dick inside her, letting go of her neck and pushing her torso back down onto the desk. “You like it when it hurts, don’t you?”

I don’t bother restraining her anymore: instead I reach down and grab her cheeks with both hands, spreading them as I pull halfway out of her ass. I tilt my head down and spit on my dick before sliding it back in, the slickness easing the friction as I keep her spread before me, delivering stroke after stroke.

“I think you ENJOY surrendering to your body…”

Eve’s arms spread to either side of her, gripping the desk as her screams turn into feral groans of pleasure.

“I think you ENJOY submitting to your instincts…”

My pace increases as Eve arches on the table, raising her hips to meet my thrusts.

“I think you ENJOY losing control…”

Leaning forward and reaching around her hips, I find her clit and start to work it with my fingers, keeping a steady pace as I assault her senses.

“Oh my fucking GOD Jason!”

I come to rest deep inside her, my fingers still working her pussy as I nip the back of her neck.

“Come on, Princess…Let go…”

I don’t deny her this time, and in a few seconds Eve is screaming, her pussy flooding my hand as she shakes uncontrollably and lifts her body from the desk. She slams her back into my chest and throws her hands behind her to wrap around my neck.

I continue to rub her clit, watching her as she rides her orgasm against me until there’s nothing left. Until she’s completely broken apart, and hanging on to me for dear life.

Eve’s knees buckle and I quickly slide my hand from her pussy to her waist, bracing her as she takes a few deep breaths and leans forward, putting her hands on the table while I slowly slide out of her.

I walk to her side and sit on the desk, rubbing her back gently and dragging my fingertips along her skin. After she catches her breath, she speaks, looking up at me with so much emotion in her face that it makes me wonder if I’ve pushed her too far.

“Jason….I thought this was about learning to control myself…”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I say as I brush her hair from her face and lean down to kiss her shoulder, smiling into her skin and wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me.

“So why were you pushing me? Why were you trying to convince me that I SHOULD lose control?”

Lifting my head and looking down at her, I feel her body relax against mine.

“Because, Eve, you have to experience the full range of your limits and desires. How to live with the most instinctual parts of yourself before you can learn how to manage it completely. Convincingly. That part of you that you keep buried, the parts of you that you think nobody will accept. THOSE are the parts of you that you have to feed. If you keep your innermost demons at bay, if you don’t give in to your instincts, to what drives you…then you are missing out on the best parts of you.”

She looks up at me, her face furrowed in curiosity as I kiss her forehead.

“You’re scared to be yourself, and you’ve spent the better part of your life pretending to be somebody else, keeping parts of you hidden. I don’t want that. Your devils, your darkness, your desires and sins…I want ALL of you.”

As she smiles at me, a tear rolls down her cheek.