The Dead World Ch. 04

The Dog let her nuzzle her head back beneath his chin, burying his face into the still damp, wild mass of her long hair. How did she manage to hide it all? Stuffed beneath that oversized beanie he reminded himself. Again, he found himself baffled completely at how any of them ever believed her ruse—he mused to himself that he would have to compliment her on her convincing performance and the 'manly voice' she orchestrated as part of her disguise when she woke tomorrow.

As she settled into his arms, holding his hand gently in her own, he let his fingers fan out over her skin, grasping as much of that tender globe beneath them as he could, massaging slowly. He felt her nipple harden in his palm, and felt her stir once again, shifting his head gently so that his lips teased against one of her small rounded ears. A gentle breath hitched and expelled from her lips when she did so, excitement shooting through every fiber of his being. It was electric, feeling her body respond to his like so, and he found himself greedily indulging not knowing truly what tomorrow would bring.

His index finger and thumb closed around that little round nub, rolling it gently to feel her shudder, a soft moan swelling in her throat trapped by her clenched jaw. She began to shift away from him, uncertain of what exactly was happening. It felt too real to be a dream, and she knew deep down that there was no way this could be Matt, no matter how much her body betrayed her into thinking and reacting as if it was...

"Stop..." The commanding tone she had earlier that day when he had come knocking, was all but non-existent. There was little essence in the whisper, almost as if it was an automatic reaction, or as if she was talking in her sleep. Dog shook his head in gentle defiance, his free hand easing beneath her body and the plush sheets to draw her back to him, his fingertips teasing along her soft stomach. He brought the opposite hand from her breast, to sweep her hair up among the pillows, his lips placing delicate kisses against her neck to feel the flesh erupt in frisson.

The iPod still chimed gently through the Bluetooth speaker into the room, though it had moved on to 'Chopin's Nocturne, Op. 9: No. 1 in B-Flat Minor'. She fell still, her breathing shallow, arm sliding gently to follow his own... he wasn't certain if she meant to try and stop him or simply wished to feel his skin beneath her own fingertips now. He dared himself to coil his free hand gently among those silky damp strands, his lips teasing against her neck and jaw as he adjusted his position, looking upon her face in the dim lit room.

His fingertips smoothed slow circles against her stomach before dipping lower, against the silky warmth of her inner thighs, easing their way gently between them. He guided his fingers up slowly and found no resistance from the half-conscious Charlotte who seemed slipping deeper into a haze of drug-induced sleep by the moment. His fingers teased the soft feminine mound decorated in soft, neatly trimmed hairs. There was no further movement from her, not resistance or otherwise. He smirked in devilish satisfaction, and delicately shifted himself to rise to his knees, withdrawing his touch entirely.

With each passing moment he lay near her, he felt his member grow. It throbbed, rock-solid and eager, the decoration of veins along the length of the smooth pale flesh a telling sign of his absolute arousal. He hadn't ever found himself in this position before, but all the same, it wasn't rocket science. He knew exactly what he should do next, exactly where that long, thick phallus belonged. She may never even know if he had done it either, but some part of Danny simply would not go so far... not yet... and besides. He had not yet implanted to memory every beautiful inch of her body.

Dog pressed the blankets back from his shoulders as he shifted to rest between her legs and looked down upon her beautiful nude body with fondness. She seemed ever so peaceful once again, though this time he was certain the sweets were far more to blame than the comfort of his presence. His hands caressed the silken flesh of her inner thighs, watching her breath catch in her throat as he teased her most tender places, shifting up slowly to grip the mesmeric curve of her hips. Her hands shifted from where they had come to rest at her sides, one moving to her stomach while the other shifted down to meet his own as it sought out the plump, tender lips of her womanhood once again.

The weak attempt to stop him was thwarted easily, the fingers of his opposite hand curling delicately around her wrist as he descended over her, bringing her hand up to rest by her head. His lips met her full mouth with delicate tenderness, and from it he felt a fire like no other ignite within him, even more so when he felt her lips press back gently and her little pink tongue tease his bottom lip.

He pulled free of the kiss suddenly, not wishing her to press any further fearing it may not be so enjoyable. He'd never been embarrassed of losing his tongue at any other time, but this was... different. He had never been kissed before. Fearing he may lose the seemingly welcoming approach if she noticed too much amiss, or fought the sleep medication and awoke, the fingertips stroking against her snatch dared to delve deeper.

He slid a finger down between her feminine lips along her now slick, inviting warmth and back up again, teasing a prominent round little nub at the peak of the smaller velveteen lips resting beneath in that wet, warm crevice. How she shuddered beneath him when he did so. He felt her legs shift, her body arch delicately. He could feel her breath exhale against his lips, and again, he let that single finger sweep down, and then up, rubbing that interesting little nub and delighting in the reaction it enticed once again. Her body tensed, and shuddered, and a silky sound of pleasure purred from her plush mouth.

The hand un-captured drew up from where they clenched the sheets tightly, her palm pressing against his chest in a weak attempt to recover space, subconsciously at full on war with the drug-induced haze her mind had been lulled into by some unknown stimulant the deviant Dog had 'gifted' her. Another deliciously soft moan slipped from her lips. "Please..." She pleaded breathlessly, arching once again, pressing her slick snatch into his welcomed grasp.

Please. It was everything not to take her here and now... perhaps greed, more than anything, a newfound determination to make her his without the tricks and games. He'd be patient from now on, he told himself. He would behave, and be good, and surely enough reward would find its way to him. For now, though, he needed to make certain that this beauty was taken care of well. It was the least he could do for orchestrating such an inappropriate, wanton encounter. It was still true, he hadn't forced her to do anything... he simply had never given her a choice in the matter.

He drew his fingers back, wanting to see her reaction. Her palm shifted, sliding upwards gently, curling around his neck to guide his body down against her and as such that rock-hard phallus became trapped against her wetness, throbbing helplessly as it slid against her bare flesh and pelvis. Her lips met his own again, and she did not let him escape the flicker of that silky soft tongue easing between his lips and lulling his deep hazel gaze shut, even if he could not meet that talented tongue in the dance she sought.

He pressed his weight to focus at his knees, slowly pulling from the deep liplock to return the space between them, releasing her wrist to hold himself above her as he brought his hand up from between her legs curiously sliding the set of fingers working there between his lips. His captors hadn't done a good enough job in removing the insubordinate Dog's tongue. He had enough to swallow, and taste, enough to receive diluted flavors and eat without much trouble, but not enough to articulate speech anymore. But taste, he could, and he did so eagerly.

It was divine, and unlike anything he could recall. Arousing, addicting, succulent and sweet like some blissful stream of muted honey. He did not deprive her for his own curiosities though, returning to that tender little nub to press into it gently and rub it in slow taunting circles. She enjoyed that most, he noted. It coaxed another luscious moan from Charlotte's lips. His fingers slid down in adventurous delight, nuzzling a set of digits at the waiting entrance she offered to him eagerly in her daze, and ever so slowly sliding within.

He met resistance as those incredibly tight walls gripped him on reflex, his smooth and long erection jumping in anticipation, the tender tip all but delving into his belly button with its eagerness. He slid the set of long digits back, and pressed them deeper, developing a slow and steady rhythm. The heavy pattern of breath escaping Charlie's lips with every smooth stroke of those two digits maddening.

He was well past the point of no return now.

He pumped his fingers faster within her, and delighted in her enjoyment, planting fond kisses against her jaw and neck as his fingers worked her incredibly wet, velvety walls. Her hips bucked ever so gently, grinding that delicate frame against his own agile physique, her small fingers coiling into his dark hair as she raced toward climax faster than either of them may have anticipated. He shifted his approach, pushing his index and middle finger deeply inside while pressing his thumb against her needy clitoris and massaging with deviant determination, delighting as she shuddered in ecstasy.

One of her slender legs shifted to entwine with his own, pressing her soaking pussy eagerly into his palm as he finger fucked her, now dripping wet and teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasmic oblivion. Another soft moan of pleasure freed from that beautiful mouth, and another, and she buried her face against his neck clinging to him helplessly as her body convulsed in blinding succession, the prangs of pleasure radiating from his touch through every inch of her slender being.

She panted once she came for him, her lips soft against his neck. A light sheen of sweat glistened on the woman's petite frame, and upon Dog's own body as well from the effort of pleasing the sleeping beauty. He felt a certain satisfaction that his mischief was not entirely unfair... and after, she lay motionless, perhaps worn out entirely from the inexperienced young man's devillish intrusion.

He wasted no time in rising from the bed. He slid the set of fingers that had been buried deep inside of Charlie between his lips once again, savoring her juices as he moved to gather his clothing without a second thought. He avoided looking back upon her naked body splayed out upon the champagne colored sheets. It would be too inviting. It would be too hard to stop himself. His cock throbbed, once again, and he sighed a gentle and frustrated sigh as he slid into his boxers and jeans carefully tucking himself inside in the fashion that would be least uncomfortable. He failed to buckle his belt this time, not yet drawing his shirt over his head.

Beyond the balcony, the moon had finally peeked from behind the stormy sky above, reflecting over the ocean. It seemed to make his pale, silvery-scarred skin glow, the light tone of muscle on his lean physique accented. He fished about his leather jacket for his knife and pack of cigarettes, and moved slowly on to the balcony to lean against the railing as he slid one of the cigarettes behind his right ear, examining the contents remaining in the pack. Only seven or so. He might be able to bargain with them with Slash for more of those pills even if they were to be around for a little while longer.

He gently flipped the knife in his right hand, and finally drew his left hand to glide the blade quickly against his pinky finger, the spring of red at the source placed between his lips. The harsh sting of copper filled his senses, particularly his sense of smell which had been heightened for years now to atone for a great loss to his sense of taste. It did a hell of a job killing a boner, that was for sure. He felt the pressure against his jeans relieved nearly instantly as he suckled his pinky for a few moments before glancing back over his shoulder, finally.

She had rolled onto her side once more with her back to the balcony, giving him a grand view of that beautifully curvaceous figure and squeezable plump ass. He took a moment to admire her, imprinting the vision to his mind... it would surely come in handy when he was alone, later on. The smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he turned and headed back into the room to finish dressing. He settled the goggles upon the top of his head lastly, and placed his cigarette between his lips, striding to the side of the bed to pull the blankets up gently over the slumbering woman. He finally lit the cigarette with the Zippo on her nightstand and inhaled deeply.

This time he decided to leave through the locked door... just to mess with her a bit. She'd have been certain it was locked when she went to sleep. To wake and find it unlocked with no trace of anything out of place or anyone in her room would baffle her, and maybe even coax her out into the hall... where he would surely be waiting.

She awoke with a soft groan. The sun shone brightly through the open balcony window, the haze of dark clouds finally lifting. The storms were headed north. Her blankets had been strewn about haphazardly and her hair was an utter mess. She would chock it up to forgetting to tie it up and out of her way before she dozed off, feeling ever so groggy, and unable to keep her eyes open. What pulled her out of her sleep, she wondered?

She groaned again softly and dragged herself to her feet, crossing the room quickly to shut the balcony door and draw the thick black out curtain over it in bitter resentment of the brilliantly sunny day. Her eyes were burning, and sensitive to sunlight... and dear Christ was she thirsty! She grabbed the bottle of water and quickly downed the cool liquid, the scent of... sex... tickling her senses as she moved back toward her bed.

It was odd... very odd. She barely remembered getting into bed and did not much imagine she had masturbated before she dozed off with all the stress, worry, and embarrassing harassment she had endured from her 'guests'. But surely enough, it smelled like sex, not so much in the traditional sense... just her own. She pondered if she had had another inappropriate dream of Matthew again, guilt causing her throat to tighten ever so slightly. At... at least I don't... remember it..

Slowly she slid back beneath the sheets after dropping the now empty bottle carelessly onto the floor. Her stomach grumbled in demand that she put something into it. She shot a glare over to the door, not quite yet noticing that all of the locks were undone, closing her eyes gently in an anxious attempt for more rest. She only shut her eyes for a few moments, finding her mind far more alert than she cared for it to be, at the moment. She just wanted to rest for a little while longer...

Her eyes were drawn open again, her iPod having died at some point in the night leaving the room in eerie silence aside from the sound of the ocean beyond her balcony. The soft rumble from her stomach demanded once again she ceased ignoring her need for sustenance, causing her to roll about uncomfortably before finally pushing back the blankets and sitting up. She looked to the nightstand, where the little black box and note from yesterday rested, stirring her foggy memory of the night before.

She felt the twinges of sexual desire once again, the wetness dampening her sheets between her legs worse than the previous occasion. Bits and pieces of the dream began to trickle into her mind, causing her to scowl in distress and her heart to prang painfully. Charlie missed her husband more than she had words for, to dream of him creeping into the bed to tease her and pleasure her caused such a conflict in her mind.

She didn't have dreams like that. Typically, she rarely recalled her dreams at all... and yet it had seemed so real. She could feel his lips still, and his hands as they swept down her body and guided her to orgasm. You're really messed up, you know that? You need to get it together. She scolded herself mentally as she slowly rose from the bed, and headed into her bathroom to start the shower, examining herself in the mirror.

As she swallowed, she realized once again how serious her thirst was, and left the shower running as she slowly doubled back out into the suite to retrieve the water bottle in order to fill it at her bathroom sink, glancing toward her door and all but freezing in place.

The security bolt was undone... and the deadbolt... and the door handle lock!

She rushed to the door quickly, snapping the deadbolt closed before spinning about wildly to examine the suite. No one was here. She'd have noticed them a long time ago, wouldn't she have? She quickly moved to sweep back the curtain and look out onto the balcony, squinting her eyes almost instantly and regretting it as the sun beamed at her once again, growling and ripping the curtain back to shut out the sun.

A sinister chill gripped her heart, heavy upon her chest as she tried to calm down.

Calm down? Calm down?! Someone broke into my fucking room! How the fuck am I supposed to be CALM?! Even if they had managed to get the locks undone, they would have still needed the card key to get inside—unless they disabled the power to the building but... why go through so much trouble just to come into here and not harm her or take anything? Someone's fucking with me...

She hurried into the bathroom, closing the heavy door and locking it as well behind her, tears welling in her eyes as she moved back away from it. Her mind shot back to the dream. The feeling of warm hands gliding over her body could not be any more real now. She fought desperately to recall everything, and found herself capturing essences of sharing kisses with the phantom in her room, of eagerly wanting him to do what he pleased with her body, helpless to know any difference.

"N-no! I didn't want it... I didn't even know..." She hissed beneath her breath, her voice choked in emotion and desperation as she cursed to herself. "Those pieces of shit... those pieces of shit!"

She stood for a moment watching the bathroom door with every bit of paranoia and anxiety gripping her, making it difficult to breathe. Her anxiety spiked to alarming heights, and she could feel the dreadful signature signs of a panic attack beginning to grip her, tears now falling from her eyes freely. Charlotte moved into the shower to stand beneath the hot torrent of water, weeping silently as she fought with her mind to bring her back to the night. Something had happened, this she was now positive of... something terrible, something she had not been in the frame of mind to consent to. How had she been so careless?

Time seemed to escape her. She sat beneath the water until her fingertips and toes had pruned, scrubbing herself all but raw. When she finally rose to shut the water off she still felt disgust. Tainted. Her skin began to horripilate as flashes of the night before trickled back like some manner of unimaginable nightmare... the essence of the pleasure she felt especially caused her to feel physically ill. It was so real, and she had enjoyed it and... she ripped her mind from that, debating what steps to take now.

Part of her wanted to sneak down to the northern tower infirmary... she had another key. She could take as many of the weapons there as possible and go through the resort trying to kill them all. Her distress turned to anger far quicker than she anticipated, her face burning as she quickly exited her bathroom, and began to dress herself with thoughts of revenge now clouding her usually sound and solitary mind.