Page 3 of Love in the Dark
Deadly Passion
A zazel stands over his latest victim, a man who has crossed one of his many criminal associates. The man is tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth, and fear in his eyes as he watches the intimidating figure of Azazel approach with a knife in hand.
The room is dark and secluded, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.Cherrie stands nearby, watching with a mix of excitement and arousal playing across her face. As Azazel towers over the helpless man, Cherrie licks her lips, feeling her heart race and her pussy begins to throb with anticipation. She knows what’s about to happen, and the forbidden nature of it all only adds to her excitement.
Azazel smirks, noticing the hungry look in Cherrie's eyes. He knew the effect these situations have on her, and he loves using it to his advantage. Without breaking eye contact with Cherrie, he slowly reaches down and grabs the man by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. The victim whimpers behind the gag, his eyes wide and pleading.
"Watch me, baby," Azazel growls, his voice deep and laced with desire. "You know how much I love it when you see me like this."
Cherrie takes a step forward, her heart pounding as she approaches Azazel and the bound man. She reaches out and traces a finger along Azazel's muscular arm, her breath quickening as she speaks.
"I love watching you take what you want, Az. It makes me so fucking wet."
Azazel's eyes glitter with a dangerous light as he brings the knife closer to the man's throat, slowly drawing it across his pale skin, causing a thin line of blood to appear. The man whines in pain and terror, his body squirming in his restraints.
"That's right, baby," Azazel purrs, his attention still focused on Cherrie. "You like seeing me mark them, don't you? Knowing that they're mine, and only mine?"
Cherrie's lips curve into a mischievous smile as she undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing the swell of her full breasts. "I do, but I want more. I want to feel you inside me while he watches. I want him to know that I'm yours, and that his life is in your hands. I want playtime, Daddy. Please?"
Azazel's breath quickens at her words, and he presses the knife harder against the man's throat, drawing a thin line of blood that trickles down his neck. "Fuck, Cherrie. You're so dirty. I love it." Azazel runs the blade down Cherrie’s arm “We can have play time, my little cherry blossom.”
He presses his body against Cherrie's, reaching down to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her blouse. Cherrie moans, her head falling back as she enjoys the intense sensation.
"Take me, Az. I want him to see me cum all over your dick."
Without another word, Azazel spins Cherrie around, pressing her against the wall. He lifts her skirt, revealing the lace tops of her stockings and the bare skin of her thighs. Azazel hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and rips them off in one swift motion, baring her pussy for both him and the frightened man to see.
Cherrie gasps at the sudden exposure, the cool air on her wet folds sending shivers up her spine. Azazel growls as he lowers his zipper, his hard dick springing free. He positions himself at Cherrie's entrance, teasing her by rubbing the tip of his dick against her sensitive clit.
The man in the chair struggles against his bonds, his eyes wild as he watches the intimate display. Azazel chuckles, a dark and sinister sound.
"Look at him, baby. He's desperate to get a good view. Let's give him a good show."
With that, Azazel thrusts forward, filling Cherrie's pussy with his thick dick. Cherrie cries out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels Azazel's length stretch her to the limit. She always loves the feeling of being taken by him, but in this moment, with an audience, it’s even more intense.
Azazel begins to move, his hips snapping forward as he pounds into Cherrie with abandon. Her walls clench around him, and she meets his thrusts with her own, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that fills the warehouse with a lewd, wet sound.
"Oh yes, Az! Right there!" Cherrie moans, her hands gripping Azazel's shoulders as he pounds into her. "Fuck me like you hate me."
Azazel grunts, his eyes never leaving the man in the chair. "You like that, huh? You like watching me fuck my woman?"
The man in the chair is beyond words, his eyes darting between Azazel's intense gaze and the scene of Cherrie's curvy body bouncing against the wall with each powerful thrust. Cherrie throws her head back, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she cries out in pleasure. "Fuck… oh, fuck!"
Azazel reaches around, squeezing Cherrie's plump ass cheeks as he drives into her with increasing speed and force.
"You ready to cum, baby? You want to show him how good it feels when I fill you up?" Azazel wraps one hand around Cherrie’s throat as he continues to pound into her.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Cherrie's voice is hoarse with desire, her body quivering on the edge of release.
Azazel leans forward, his lips brushing against Cherrie's ear as he whispers, "Then cum for me, slut. Cum for me and show him who you belong to." His words send Cherrie over the edge, and she screams out her release, her pussy clenching tightly around Azazel's cock. Her body shakes uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Feeling Cherrie's pussy contract around him, Azazel moans and thrusts a few more times before reaching his own climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he buries himself deep inside her and releases his load, filling her pussy with his hot cum. Cherrie whimpers, her body still trembling as she comes down from her intense orgasm. She feels Azazel's breath on her neck, his chest heaving against her back as he recovers from his own release.
Slowly, Azazel pulls out of Cherrie, and they both turn to face the man in the chair. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and longing as he takes in the aftermath of their passionate display. Azazel smirks, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Well, that was exactly what I needed. But now, it's time for you to go."
The man begins to struggle again, his eyes wide as the realization of what was about to happen, slams into him. Cherrie approaches him, running a finger gently along his cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she coos, her voice lacing with mock sympathy. "You got to watch us, and now we'll give you a front-row seat to your own death." The man begins to plead through his gag, his eyes darting between the lethal couple.
Azazel laughs, a cold and callous sound. "Enough of that. " He grabs the man by the hair and slits his throat in one swift, brutal motion. The man's eyes widen in surprise, and then he slumps forward, his life draining away as his blood begins to stain the floor. Cherrie stands beside Azazel, her hand against his chest as they watch the man's final moments. She starts clapping and giggling. "That was quite a show, Daddy," she says with a satisfied smile on her face. "I just love playtime."
Azazel wraps an arm around her, pulling her close. "That's the beauty of our life, baby. Every day is a new adventure, and every night we make our own rules." Together, they walk away from the scene, leaving the dead man behind, and as they walk out, a crew of men walk in to dispose of the mess they’d made. As they speed down the highway, the night sky a blur of stars above them, Cherrie cuddles up to her man, her head resting against his shoulder.
She looks up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Baby, I gotta confess something." Azazel smiles, his green eyes flashing with dangerous promise.
"Confess, baby? You know I love your dirty little secrets." His hand strays from the steering wheel to squeeze her thigh, feeling the soft flesh above her stocking.
"Mmm, I know you do," Cherrie purrs, biting her lip. "It's just... I've been having these fantasies lately. Like, really naughty ones."
Azazel's grip on her thigh tightens, his thumb circling dangerously close to the hem of her short skirt. "Go on, baby. You know I'll make them come true." Cherrie takes a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"I've been thinking about women," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel a woman's soft skin; to taste her sweetness. I want to watch you fuck her, and then join in."
Azazel's dick hardens at her words. He pulls the car over to the side of the road, the engine rumbling as it idles. "You're my dirty little slut, Cherrie, and I just love it." He grips her chin, his eyes burning with intensity. "We'll make it happen. We'll find the perfect woman to play with us."
Cherrie smiles, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear. "I want her tonight, Az. I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it."
"Anything your heart…and pussy desires, my love." Azazel growls, his hand moving down to cup her pussy through her lace panties. "Let me take care of this first." He rubs her wetness, his fingers working her over gently, knowing exactly how to touch her–to drive her wild. Cherrie moans, grinding her ass against the seat as he teases her.
"Oh Az, right there... but I want to save it. I want to cum when I finally taste the sweet pussy we choose."
Azazel smirks, his breath hot against her ear. "You're gonna drive me crazy until then. Seeing you like this, all worked up, is gonna be my fuel for the next target."
"Mmm, I want to fuel your dick, baby," Cherrie teases, reaching between his legs to grasp his thick length through his pants. "I want to feel you explode for me."
Azazel hisses at her touch, his body tense with need. "Fuck, Cherrie, you're playing with fire."
"I want to play with her fire, too," Cherrie whispers, nipping at his ear. "I want her to burn for us, Az. I want her to be a part of our game."
Azazel pulls away, a devious smirk on his face. "You're gonna get your wish soon enough, baby. I know just the place for us to find a girl for us to play with."
The devious couple sets their plan in motion. They have a particular taste for prey, and this time, their target just so happens to be a young woman named Sophia. She’s a bartender at a local dive bar, feisty and full of life, with brown skin and a wild streak that intrigues them.
Azazel and Cherrie sit at the bar, their eyes fixating on Sophia as she works. She moves with grace, her curvy body a tempting art. Her laugh is full and free, drawing them in like a siren's song. Azazel signals to Cherrie, a subtle movement of his eyes, and she knows it’s time.
She saunters up to the bar, ordering a drink from Sophia, her body swaying to the music. She leans in close, her ample cleavage on display, and whispers, "You're even more beautiful up close." Sophia blushes, flattered and intrigued. "Why, thank you. Haven't seen you here before. You're new in town?"
Cherrie smiles, her eyes glinting with mischievous promise. "Just passing through, and looking for some fun. Maybe you could point me in the right direction?"
Sophia grins, leaning in conspiratorially. "Fun, huh? Well, there's a party happening tonight. Exclusive invite-only, but I might be able to sneak you in."
"Oh, I like exclusive," Cherrie purrs, her eyes dropping to Sophia's full lips. "And I definitely like sneaking around." Sophia bites her lip, feeling the pull of this mysterious, sexy woman. "Okay, it's a plan. But you didn't hear it from me, right?"
"Your secret's safe with me," Cherrie promises, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Sophia's ear, her fingers lingering, sending a spark down the bartender's spine. "See you there." Sophia watches, captivated, as Cherrie walks away with her hips swaying–a promise of the night to come. Little does she know, the night would be far more eventful than she could ever imagine.
As Sophia locks up the bar, ready to head to the secret party, a hand clamps over her mouth from behind. Azazel pulls her back against his chest, his free hand holding a cloth soaked in chloroform over her nose and mouth. Sophia struggles, but it’s no use; the world soon fades to black.