Fatal Seduction

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*story inspirited from the movie entitled Scream and used with permission from Lady Kai*

Cheryl hummed as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself, putting on an old football jersey of her brothers followed by her robe. She went into the kitchen and was about to pour herself a glass of milk when the phone rang.

Hello, is anyone there?"

She shrugged and hung up, pouring her milk and taking a few cookies from the jar and settled on her couch, flipping the channels on the TV until she found a scary movie. It was about 20 minutes in when the phone rang again.

Her impatience was beginning to show.

"Look, whoever you are, either speak up or quit calling." She waited a few seconds and when no one spoke she hung up with a sigh. The movie was almost finished when the phone rang again. She considered letting it ring, but decided against it. It may be someone important.

Her temper snapped. "Look you fucking asshole! I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not funny. You either quit calling here or I'll-"

"Hello, Cheryl," said a low, gravelly voice that sent shivers of unease down her back.

"Who are you?" she asked in a wary voice.

""The question to ask is not "who am I," but "where am I?"

Her unease grew to apprehension. "Wh-where are you?"

"I'm right outside your door. Why don't you take a look, hmmm?"

Fear took hold of her now as she look toward the front door. "Why are you there? What do you want?" She was dismayed to hear her voice trembling.

"Why don't you come and find out," he answered.

Her fear was quickly being supplanted by anger. How dare this guy harass her! What did he think he was doing?

"I want you to go away or I'll call the police." She was glad to hear her voice was strong and cold.

There was a short pause, then, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said in an ominous tone. "Do as I say an you won't get hurt."

Cheryl's fear returned in full force, but she still refused to give into his threats. "i'm going to hang up now and call the police. I suggest you haul your ass out of here."

"I suggest you listen up, sweetheart." His tone was menacing now, dropping to a low rasp. "You can call the police, but they won't get here in time to rescue you. You'll be long dead before they even leave the station. You get what I'm saying?"

She got it and believed every word. She considered climbing out the window but decided against it. If she broke her leg or neck, it wouldn't help her situation at all.

"What is it you want? Money? All right, I'll give you all the money I have."

The voice chuckled mirthlessly. "I don't want your money, Cheryl," he replied.

How did he know her name? "So what do you want? And how do I know you're really at the front door?"

The chuckle came again. "Will this convince you?"

The door bell rang twice and Cheryl's heart leapt into her throat. Christ! He was really out there!

"As for what I want, I want you to come and open this door, for one."

No! "Why should I do that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll have to break it down. If I have to do that, I'll also have to hurt you... Maybe even kill you. But it won't be quick and merciful. I'll rape you first, and I'll make it the most painful rape anyone has ever experienced. Then I'll cut you up in little pieces." There was a long silence. "Does that convince you to cooperate with me and not fuck around?"

She was convinced. This man was a maniac, a lunatic that would kill her if she didn't do what he said. She stood and slowly walked to the door, biting her lip in apprehension.

"I'll give you to the count of 5 to open this door or the killing will begin. One..."

Her throat closed with terror, not knowing what to do. Whether to chance the window, hang up and call the police, scream for help... or open the door.

She raked her fingers through her long, black hair, trying to make up her mind.

She could hide somewhere and pray he wouldn't find her, or maybe go to the kitchen and grab a knife...

She didn't have time. He'd break through that door before she could take three steps. She turned the bolt on the door, pulling the chain off, then opened it.

The man was tall-about 6 foot 10- and leanly muscled. All she could see of his face was his mouth. the rest was shadowed by the brim of his black hat. All she could see of his eyes was a glint as the light reflected off them. Her breath was caught in her throat. he was so... so intimidating.

He moved forward, forcing her back into the room. When he was inside, he closed and lock the door behind him, replacing the chain. When he turned back to her, she thought he would pounce on her. He merely watched her.

She grasped the front of her robe with one hand while the other fluttered around her throat. She didn't dare take her eyes off him, afraid that if she did, he'd jump her and do all those things he had threatened to do.

"Come here, Cheryl," he said, his voice low and calm.

The sound of his voice made her start and she took a step backward.

"Don't make me come after you." He pointed to a spot just in front of him. "Come here... now."

She felt like crying, she was so frightened and helpless. Maybe if she did what he said, he'd leave her alone. Fat chance! This guy wouldn't go through all the trouble of threatening her just to leave her alone. But there was always a chance... She hesitantly moved forward until she was standing a few inches away.

They stood that way for a few moments, then he gestured toward her robe. "Take it off."

Cheryl clutched it even tighter and shook her head wildly, knowing now what he wanted, perhaps knowing all along, but not wanting to admit it to herself.

He didn't have to finish. She quickly unbelted the robe and let it slide to the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest, unable to look at him.

"Take the shirt off, too."

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded, looking up into what she could see of his face. "I-I'm begging you."

The man stood there silently for a moment, watching her intently.

"I'm getting tired of having to repeat myself, Cheryl," he said ominously. "Next time I won't ask again. You either do what I say the first time, or you'll be dead before you even know what's happening. Understand?"

She nodded and swallowing the sob that was screaming to get out, she grasped the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the carpet. She was naked beneath. Her long hair cascaded over one shoulder, half covering her breast. She saw him reach out and she flinched and cringed away. The hand stopped momentarily, but continued on, picking up a lock of her hair and bringing it to his lips. She couldn't help herself. She followed his fingers as he brought the lock first to his nose, where he breathed in the scent of flowers, then to his lips, where he rubbed them against the silky strands. Her eyes were riveted to his mouth, which was sensuously chiseled. She fleetingly wondered what it would be like to have that mouth kiss her all over her body. The thought made her gasp in shock and dismay.

The man noticed her gasp and the flush of color that suffused her cheeks. He could guess what she was thinking. He let the hair sift slowly between his fingers before reaching out again, this time entwining his hand in her hair and jerking her toward him.

Cheryl felt the tug and stumbled, off-balance, against him, her hands coming up to push against his massive chest. In a lightning quick move, he bent and lifted her up in his arms and strode toward her bedroom. She clutched the front of his shirt, scared of being dropped-it was such a long way down.

He moved around the bed and laid her in the middle before stepping back and sitting down in a nearby chair. He watched her sit up and grab a pillow to cover herself. He removed his boots and went to the foot of the bed... and just stood there. She thought he would stand there all night when he slowly removed his hat, carefully-almost reverently, hanging it on the bedpost.

She sucked in her breath sharply when she finally got a good look at his face. The man took her breath away. His cheekbones were high and refined, his nose straight and his eyes...his eyes were the most beautiful shade of gray-green she'd ever seen. She felt she could drown in them. His hair was a deep auburn with red and golden highlights. But it was his mouth that always recaptured her attention. Those masculinely sensual lips. What was wrong with her? This man was a maniac. Possibly a murderer, and you're fascinated by his looks? You must be crazy, too.

He began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging it on another post. He got the chair and then went to the door, closing and locking it before bracing the chair beneath it. He removed his pants, keeping his back to her. She noted that he wore no underwear. His buttocks were tight and firm. She watched the play of muscles across his back and legs as he fiddled with something.

The man pulled out a small device with a number keypad on it. He quickly punched in five numbers and slipped it back into the pants pocket, laying them over the chair. The device was a motion sensor alarm. If Cheryl were to pick up the pants or move the chair in any way, a shrill alarm would sound. The only way to shut it off was to punch in the code numbers that only he knew. He turned back around and saw her eyes widen in surprise as they dropped to his fully aroused cock and he was pleased to see her bite her lip in apprehension. He climbed on the bed from the bottom, slowly stalking her like a panther.

Cheryl tried to move as far up the bed as possible, but she soon encountered the headboard. Before she could yank her legs up under her, he caught her ankles and began pulling her back down, spreading her legs as he did so. She tried to struggle, begging him to let her go. He ignored her and continued to pull her down, grasping her calves, then her lower thighs, and finally her hips. He wrenched the pillow away, tossing it on the floor and stared down at her, scrutinizing every curve and valley. She tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and held them at her sides as he explored her body with his eyes. She felt devoured by those eyes-those gorgeous, fathomless eyes. His gaze returned to hers and he leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. She turned her head away and he released her wrists to cup her face.

"Look at me," he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through her body, his breath puffing warm and moist against her skin. Reluctantly, she looked at him. He lowered his mouth, holding her gaze as he slanted his lips over hers, forcing her mouth open for his invading tongue.

Cheryl gasped in shock at the first stroke of his hot, wet tongue. She tried desperately to push him away. To no avail. He angled his head for a more intimate invasion. He explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. And when he guided her tongue into his mouth and began to suck it, she felt herself grow hot and weak. She recognized the feeling and became afraid. She was beginning to want this man. This possibly psychotic killer.

He angled his head the other way and his kiss became even more sensual, stroking, nibbling, sucking, teasing, until she was moaning with pleasure. He slid his hands down over her shoulders, down until he found her breasts. He cupped, kneaded and squeezed them, rolling her nipples between his fingers until they were hard little nubs. He felt her arch her back, her fingers splaying over his chest. He kissed her chin, her throat, her shoulder... down until he captured a pert nipple between his teeth, flicking his wet tongue over the hardened peak. Her hands moved up to twist behind his neck, holding his head close to her. She didn't know why she was letting him do this to her or why she wanted him to touch her, and she didn't care at the moment. She knew later she'd be horrified at what she'd done, but now...

He moved to the other breast and sucked it, drawing it deep. As he suckled, his hand drifted lower over her stomach, then down between her thighs until he found what he was seeking. He began to stroke her clit and he groaned when she bucked off the bed, grinding her hips against his. She whimpered as he thrust two fingers deeply inside her, easing them in and out, coaxing her hips into a slow, erotic rhythm. He lifted his head and kissed her again, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Cheryl was out of her mind with desire. She wanted him so bad she was shuddering with need. She had never, with all her experiences with men, felt this way before. She had felt pleasure-even great pleasure-but nothing this intense.

He grasped her buttocks, raising her up so that his knees slid beneath her thighs, spreading them wide. He leaned forward and grasped the headrail, then positioned himself.

Cheryl cried out with the first thrust, feeling as though she would be split apart, he was so huge. His second thrust made her cry out again-in pure pleasure. She arched upward, sinking her nails into his shoulders.

He began to move, hard and fast, driving deep, then withdrawing and burying himself again. He rode her to the edge...then pulled back, slowing down to a steady glide. When he felt her cool down a bit, he rode her hard and fast again, bringing her to the brink before easing back into a leisurely pace again. He could feel that it was driving her crazy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to urge him on with body and words. He moved one hand down her back and pressed her hips into him, lifting her high and sliding his thighs further beneath hers, spreading her legs wider and wider. He settled her more firmly in the saddle of his hips and grasped the rail again. Without preamble, he began to move, hard and fast, deep and long. She met his thrusts eagerly, digging her nails into his back, panting with effort. He groaned with his own pleasure, slamming into her so hard, he forced her several inches up the bed until her head almost touched the headboard. He heard her crying out with every thrust, feeling her orgasm approaching rapidly. He quickened his pace, feeling his own coming, riding her hard, almost savagely, using the rails as leverage. He threw his head back, his jaw clenched.

Cheryl felt herself coming and she new it was going to be huge. She was terrified she wouldn't be able to handle the intensity of it. But there was no way to turn back now. She was suddenly there and she shrieked, her body bowing off the bed, almost pitching him off.

He growled deep in his throat as she came, clamping around him like a slick fist. He roared with his own orgasm, arching his hips hard into her, spurting deep inside her, spasming long and almost painfully. He finally collapsed atop her, both of them shuddering with the aftermath, both still feeling little explosions inside them.

After a while, their breathing calmed and he raised up, withdrew and rolled off her, settling down beside her with one hand resting on her stomach and one leg twined around hers.

Cheryl didn't know how long she slept, but when she woke, she stretched like a languorous cat, feeling relaxed and sated. She also felt the hand laying on her belly. She looked down, brows drawing together in bemusement. She turned her head to see the man attached to that hand. Everything came flooding back when she saw the face of the man who'd terrorized and threatened her. Her body stiffened in shock at how totally she had responded to his lovemaking.

She studied his breathing, realizing he was deeply asleep. She slowly, carefully, eased out from under his hand, disengaging his leg from hers before easing off the bed. She quickly went to the door and quietly moved the chair from beneath the knob.

Suddenly a loud alarm sounded, bringing the man to full alertness. He was off the bed and lunging at her before she could reach for the lock.

Cheryl's heart leapt into her throat when she heard the alarm, but only froze momentarily before reaching for the knob. She was abruptly grabbed and swung into the air. She screamed as he strode to the window, yanking the rope tie that held the drapes back, then went to the bed where he dropped her, roughly grasping her wrists and wrenching them above her head. He deftly tied them to the headrail before walking over to the chair, removing the wailing alarm and pressing the code into the device. The alarm stopped and the ensuing silence was almost deafening.

She stiffened, trying frantically to pull her hands free, but it was no use. She lifted her head to see what he was doing and stilled, her eyes widening in sudden fear. His eyes were blazing with fury, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he stood, magnificently naked, at the foot of the bed.

"I warned you that I would make you pay if you tried to escape, didn't I?" he said in a deep, menacing voice, slowly climbing onto the bed.

Cheryl didn't remember him telling her that, but she didn't argue. She tried to scoot up the bed, as she had before. And as before, he stopped her by grabbing her ankles, jerking her back down.

"Please, don't hurt me," she begged, tears standing out in her eyes.

He stared at her for a long time, nostrils flaring slightly. He finally said in a cold, dead voice, "I had hoped that I wouldn't have to punish you, Cheryl, and now you have to pay."

The tears that Cheryl had been holding back, slid down her face silently. She was going to die and there was no way to stop it, no one to help her. He parted her legs and moved between them until her thighs were spread wide. He studied her body for a very long time, pausing at her breasts and belly and ending with the thatch of curls between her legs, stretched open to his detached gazed. He leaned forward, twisting a hand in her hair and wrenching it back painfully. His mouth lowered, hovering above hers. She could feel the moist warmth of his breath against her lips.

"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," he murmured, sensing her sudden terror. He knew she thought he would torture her, make her scream with agony. He'd make her scream all right, but not in the way she expected. He began to kiss her...slowly, sensuously, his tongue delving deeply into her warm interior. He scraped his teeth along her tongue, making her shiver with delight. He then drew it into his mouth where he sucked, first gently, then hard, making her moan in surprise and pleasure. His hands explored her body, cupping and kneading her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers before moving lower to squeeze her hips and buttocks, lifting them to grind erotically against his own.

Cheryl couldn't understand what was happening. She had expected to feel pain, not this sensual, exploratory assault. Her mind was spinning. She couldn't think coherently. She began to writhe with ecstasy as his fingers buried themselves between her thighs, seeking the hard button of desire. When he found it, her back curved up sharply, letting out a groaning cry.

His mouth moved lower to her collarbone, then to the swell of her breasts... lower until he captured a stiff nipple between his teeth, biting down hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. He laved the wounded bud with his tongue, stroking, then sucking softly, then strongly. He repeated this with the other breast.

Cheryl moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, trying to deny the exquisite sensations he was evoking...but with no success. She gave a sharp cry when he moved down between her thighs, fastening his mouth on her clitoris, stroking, nibbling, sucking and teasing it until Cheryl was almost sobbing with pleasure. He brought her to the brink again and again, only to stop, then coax and torment her body all over again, bringing it back to that fever pitch, only to draw back once more.

Finally, he slid his body up over hers and slowly...ever so slowly...eased himself into her, bracing himself on his elbows and looking down, watching her face as he began to slowly exquisitely, move in and out, keeping a steady rhythm that almost drove Cheryl out of her mind. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles in the small of his back, arching her hips up to meet his. She begged him to go faster, but he ignored her pleas and continued to plunge in and out in long, deep strokes, gently grinding his pelvis into her. It was when she thought she'd scream in frustration that he began to quicken his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. He rode her fast, pumping fiercely, his hips snapping back and forth, faster and faster, bringing her up to the brink...

Suddenly, he stopped, unlocking her ankles and withdrawing so abruptly it hurt. She watched him in disbelief as he rolled off the bed and strode into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush after a few minutes, then heard the shower go on. She was stunned. He had gotten her into a state near-ecstasy, then just...stopped. She squirmed in growing distress, as her body shrieked for release. She whimpered in both pain and frustration, realizing his plan. He wasn't going to kill or torture her with pain--at least not yet. Oh, no! It wouldn't be anything that simple and straightforward. He was using a more subtle and infinitely more effective way to punish her. He was using her own body against her.

Ten minutes later, he strode out of the bathroom, naked and toweling his hair dry. When he was done, he threw the towel on the floor and raked his hair back off his face with his fingers. He then walked over to the bed and stared down at her. After scrutinizing every inch of her, he settled back onto the bed, half sitting, half reclining against the headboard. He reached out and untied her wrists, laying back and watching as she rubbed them and sat up. He noticed her wince and shift gingerly.

Cheryl got up onto her knees, feeling less friction against her sensitive nerves in that position, and stared at him. She also noticed that he was still fully erect, almost throbbing with a life of its own. Her eyes flew up to meet his fathomless ones and she swallowed nervously. He looked at her expectantly, down at himself, returning his gaze to her, focusing on her mouth, watching as she slowly realized what he wanted her to do. She clamped her hands to her mouth, shaking her head wildly back and forth, refusing what he silently commanded of her. He very deliberately nodded his head and put his hands behind his neck, sliding further down in the bed, never taking his eyes off hers. Her eyes went back to his engorged shaft, wondering how she was supposed to ever get all of him down her throat, for that was what he wanted her to do. She glanced up at him once more before taking a deep breath and climbing over him, straddling his thighs, her hands on his hips. when she was settled gingerly, she hesitantly enclosed him in her fist, stroking her hand experimentally up and down the length of him. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the tip, teasing and rubbing the small sensitive hole there. She then fastened her mouth around the head and eased him slowly into her mouth and down her straining throat. She felt his fingers at her throat, gently massaging the muscles, relaxing them so that she could slide all of him inside. When he was fully sheathed, she began to suck, simultaneously rising and falling on him. She continued this in a slow rhythm until she felt his hands entwine in her hair and guide her into a faster pace. His hips started to meet her downward strokes and she felt her body responding. She whimpered as the beat quickened, his hips snapping up and back, up and back.

Suddenly, he pulled her off him, releasing her hair at the same time. She panted as she looked at him. She didn't know what he wanted now, but she knew what she needed. She climbed onto him, guiding him into her and riding him, first rocking back and forth, up and down, around in circles, before settling into a hard and fast pace. His hands gripped her buttocks, steadying her as he arched his hips to meet her. She clamped her hands on his forearms, using them as leverage to bounce harder and harder, driving him deeper.

Abruptly, he spread his hands behind her, expertly flipping her over onto her back and sinking even further. He continued the driving tempo, thrusting, grinding, slamming until she was crying out with every plunge. She wrapped her legs around him and eagerly arched against him. His breathing quickened and grew ragged as he felt himself coming. He rode her harder and faster, forcing her to come with him. She shrieked, her body bucking off the bed, almost unseating him with the force of her orgasm. He grunted, then gave a long, loud groan as he came in deep agonizing, spasmodic spurts that left him convulsing both on and inside her. She moaned, her own body shuddering under the impact of both their orgasms.

He collapsed atop her, unable to even move a muscle.