The Cold Hard Truth
By Alex Jordaine
He awakens helplessly bound to a bed, and suddenly she’s there… the formidable Serena. If she doesn’t want him for ransom, why then has he become her captive?
He let out a gasp and jumped in his bonds when the door crashed open and the woman swept in. He’d been certain that he would recognise her but no, he’d definitely never seen her before. He would without a shadow of a doubt have remembered it if he had ever set eyes on her previously because she was quite stunningly beautiful, a dark-haired Amazonian vision beyond compare.
She had exotically high cheekbones, a straight nose, generous lips, and big hypnotic eyes the colour of mahogany. Her black hair was soft and shiny and hung straight down to her shoulders. She had a lush body, with a big frame and a sumptuous well-proportioned figure. It was displayed to great effect by the extremely short, almost see-through purple dress that she was wearing and underneath which she was obviously naked.
The dress cupped and undulated across the defined roundness of her magnificent breasts and thighs. Her large breasts swung and swayed beneath the diaphanous material through which her stiff, thick nipples were clearly outlined. The flimsy purple dress rode up over her strong thighs that quivered and rubbed together as she strode with measured treads toward Peter. She was a tall woman, made even taller by the very high heeled black shoes she was wearing.
She took his breath away, she was so incredibly beautiful. Peter would have been turned on as never before by this glorious-looking Amazon, with her wonderful looks and majestic air and powerful sexual allure, if he hadn’t been so terrified of the situation he was in, hadn’t been so terrified of her. Because, stunning to look at though she was, she gave off a decidedly sinister aura. She seemed to Peter, in the extremely panicky state he’d got himself into, to glow with malice and homicidal intent, reinforcing his conviction that he was going to be murdered. He looked at her, wide eyed with fear as she stood over him.
“Hello Peter”, she said, peering down at him. Her lips drew back from her teeth into a smile that didn’t travel as far as her dark-brown eyes. Those eyes were icy cold, unnerving him even more.
“Please don’t kill me,” he pleaded, blurting out the words.
“Now, why would I want to kill you?” she replied, her face expressing nothing but slight amusement, but still not in those icy dark eyes. They remained just as cold, just as hard.
“I don’t know,” he said, flustered. “I don’t understand any of this.” Then he added, the words tumbling out, “Where am I and who are you and why have you brought me here? Why have you kidnapped me?”
“All will be revealed in good time,” she drawled, running her fingers casually through her lustrous black hair. The nails of her hands were painted blood-red. “One thing I will tell you right now is that where we are is completely secluded, miles and miles from any other properties. So, you can cry for help all you like once I’ve left your cell, it’ll do you no good. Try, if you like. Be my guest. You’ll soon find out that I’m not bluffing.”
“I don’t believe you’re bluffing,” Peter said, through trembling lips. “But, look, there’s obviously been some terrible mistake. You’ve kidnapped the wrong man. You couldn’t get any kind of ransom for me, believe me.”
“I’m not interested in a ransom,” the woman said with an amused smile. “It’s not money I want. I have all the money I could possibly want, and then some.”
“So, if you don’t want to kill me and you don’t want a ransom for me, what do you want?” he said, his voice still trembling.
“You, Peter,” she said shortly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I want you.” The full force of her personality drilled into him at that moment. It was as if she had the power with her gaze to penetrate to his innermost being.
“But, it makes no sense,” he said frantically. “You don’t know me from Adam. So, why are you doing this? Why, for God’s sake?”
“Because I want to,” she said, her voice dispassionate. “It’s as simple as that.”
“But that doesn’t tell me anything,” he protested.
“Well, it’s as much of an explanation as you’re going to get out of me for the time being,” she replied, staring at him with a blank expression on her face.
“How long are you going to keep me here?” he asked. “At least tell me that.”
“For as long as I like,”she said coldly, playing a straight bat to yet another of his questions. It was really getting to him now.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” he said fervently. “I’ve never done you any harm. Christ, we’re complete strangers. You’ve already acknowledged that much.”
“That’s irrelevant,” she said, her face still expressing next to nothing, her voice perfectly calm.
“But this is madness,” he said, suddenly irate but also emboldened by her assurance that she didn’t want him dead. “You can’t expect me to take it lying down. I won’t stand for it.”
“Aren’t you mixing your metaphors,” she said with a dry laugh. “Anyway, I’m going to put the lie to what you’ve just said.”
With that, she reached out the long, elegant fingers of her right hand and took hold of his cock. She started to slowly pull it up and down. Peter felt himself harden under her touch in spite of himself, his growing tumescence betraying him. His cock stiffened further as she squeezed it back and forth between her fingers, alternating a light pressing with a firm grip.
“Such a lovely big cock,” she said silkily as her hand continued moving over his ever more fiercely erect shaft. She stroked and pulled, bringing her fist up and down until erotic pleasure was coursing through him and his erection was pulsing and pulsing.
The throbbing in his cock began to cycle up still further and his breath deepened appreciably when she started to rub her fingers that much faster and harder over his erection. As she jerked ever more forcefully at his cock, her hand now moving furiously, he felt himself on the verge of climaxing. His breath was coming very quickly, his heart was beating loudly and there was a roar in his ears. His arousal had tightened now into something painful, desperate. He was ready to burst, nearly ready to come, right on the brink. And then she stopped.
“I’ll go now,” she said curtly, letting go of his achingly hard cock. She went to the door through which she’d first entered and gazed back at him for a long moment.
“You said you wouldn’t take it lying down, but you are,” she said with a smirk, running her gaze over his prone spread-eagled form in its restrictive bondage. “You said you wouldn’t stand for it,” she added, letting her gaze flit ostentatiously from his face to his erection and back. “Wrong again!”
She reached for another knob now, the doorknob. She turned it and left without another word, giving him a backward glance and a little wave that was positively sarcastic. The door closed behind her. Then there was the sound of the key turning in the lock. Then he heard the click-click of her footsteps going off up the stairs. He heard the sound of another door opening and shutting. After that he didn’t hear anything.
He lay still, panting, for a long time after her departure, waiting for the throbbing in his shaft to slow down, waiting for his cock to go limp again. But it wouldn’t do his bidding, continued to betray him. He craved release, wanted so much to shoot his load. His cock continued to throb with blood, hard and aching. It was still hard when the woman came back much later with Julie, both of them stark naked.
This extract was taken from the novel ‘Dark Goddess’, written by Alex Jordaine, which is available in paperback and e-book from Pink Flamingo Publications.