“Too late!” As if playfully offended, he mimicked a wound to his heart. “Besides, I do not decide what women like. Look on social media and see the unrelenting posts about this film. You want to immerse yourself in the modern woman’s psyche, there is no better jumping off point.”
Waltzed through the rooms, spun until my legs caught the sofa, I plopped down on the cushion. Vladislov stretching out at my side, remote in hand.
His fingers moved faster than the program might load, which I could sense annoyed him, as he was trying so hard to play cool and not pin me in place.
The film began, looking so real compared to films from the 50s—like standing right there with the actors. The sound of waves crashing was so fresh that I was enraptured with this magic.
A girl taken captive by a handsome, evil man. One who swears she will fall in love with him.
I don’t think my jaw closed the entire rest of the film. Every moral part of me knew I needed to look away, but they were naked! How could I have known the brazen filth that women relished in these days?
So beyond what I had anticipated… the beautiful woman seduced the man who caught her in his web. She took his member into her mouth!
Oh lord! He licked her between her legs!
Cunnilingus Vladislov had teased me about, though she was hairless—as he had also mentioned.
And when they made love—if the violence in which they took one another’s body could be called that—she enjoyed it.
Women enjoyed sex?
“Very much so, Pearl. Modern women have taken sexual control of their bodies and enjoy the act even more than the man in many instances.”
“I don’t understand this.”
How the villain showered the wanton captive with praise.
How she adored him, despite the fact that he kidnapped… stolen her away.
I’d been stolen and locked in a crypt.
I’d felt a cock thrust in me, known the tearing of delicate tissues. Hated all of it.
I had climaxed with a scream just as the actress continued to do.
But her cries were of joy.
I had never been sated in such a way.
And seeing this…
It made me sad.
Frustrated.
Angry.
Disgustingly eager.
Did women really like these things?
On a couch, in a room I had never seen, I sat beside a character from all human nightmares and grew confused at the pulse growing between my legs each time the actors coupled.
“I don’t understand.” But I understood enough to grasp why Vladislov moved to kneel before me. Why he was gently pushing up my skirt, inserting his frame between my weakening knees.
Parting me so the slit in my step-in might be found and dark curls exposed.
And I could not wrap my mind around the fact that I was allowing it.
Holding my eyes, his touch slowly moving up my inner thigh, he said, “That gentle kiss I promised. I’d like to give it to you now.”
“I won’t like it.” Not the way the woman did on screen. Never like that.
His fingertips reached my undergarment’s opening, pulling it wide to expose even more of me. “Then I’ll stop.”
One could say the first touch of his lips in that forbidden place was indeed chaste. Soft pressure at the apex of my sex, right where I tingled the most.
Pressing my head back into the couch cushions, I gasped. Hips rocking so I might know more, just like the woman on the screen had done.
And more, I was given.
I don’t know if his tongue was forked, but it was evil through and through as the demon sluiced through my juices to flick at my lower lips. To strum a delicious knot of pleasure above my hungry opening.
There was nothing shy or modest in how he kissed me. Nothing innocent. Nose, chin, mouth, tongue, even teeth played me like a song.
And I did scream, bucking and wild and someone else entirely, climaxing with shaking legs within minutes.
It was as if I had finally been exorcised of a demon.
Breathless as he redoubled his efforts and pierced me with a tongue I knew was black, fat, and far longer than any human tongue. Undulating that thing within me, his nose nudging the bead where all sensation centered, I screamed again.
And again.
And again.
I was kissed until the sun rose. Until my voice was gone and my senses were muddled by pleasure.
And then the man pulled back, licking his smiling lips with a tongue more dangerous than sin. Climbing over where I was spent, where I realized I had been brazenly clutching at my own breast and pinching the aching nipple.
He murmured, “Better than honey,” kissing me to share the flavor of what he dined on throughout an entire night.
I tasted nothing like honey, but I found his tongue in my mouth delicious. His weight on my body divine.
Nipping his way across my jaw, he whispered the ultimate temptation, “We could make love in the sunlight. Gentle and slow.”
Perhaps we could….
My final thought before exhaustion and an unnatural sense of relaxation took me away.
Chapter Ten
Vladislov
Laying her in her new bed, in this new country, in this fresh start, I knew my soul wouldn’t wake until sunset. Not after the progress we had made… a dozen times or more.
She had not believed she would enjoy my tongue between her legs in her past life either. The first time had been quite a violent tussle. This time, all it required was some sensational media.
Bless the makers of softcore porn for women. I’d have them all changed so more movies of that nature might be produced and I might get the pleasure of eating pussy from dusk to daybreak again.
