Denying Heaven (Room 103) (8 page)

“What the fuck, baby?”

“Oh my god…”

Her breathing was coming in short sharp blasts and her
face paled until I was sure there was no blood left in her head. She turned and
picked up the bottle of Jack, bringing it straight to her lips as she took
greedy gulps from it.

“Hey, stop it.” I tried to reach the bottle and take it
from her but she manoeuvred around, fighting me in her desperate need to
obliterate whatever thought had scared the shit out of her, “Spirit, stop it!”

I managed to grab the bottle and snatch it away but she
turned on me, feral and animalistic as she growled and snarled at me, her tiny
hands clawing at my clothes as she tried to climb my body to reach my
outstretched arm.

Jesus fucking Christ!

“Fuck Spirit, you have a major problem here. Drag the
fucker in, honey.”

“No, just give it back.”

Her eyes were releasing a torrent of tears and I stared
at her utter devastation in astonishment as she continued endeavouring to retrieve
her nectar from me.

“Jesus Christ!” I shouted as I flung the bottle across
the room and watched her face close down in horror as it shattered against the
huge fireplace and splash the contents all over the fake coals, releasing a
sudden stench of whisky in the air and blistering my nostril hairs at the
potency.

“You fucking bastard!” she yelled at me as she stood
stock still staring at the remains of what would see her through the night.

Okay, enough of this shit!

I grabbed the tops of her arms and lifted her. Her feet,
hands and elbows sank into any area of my flesh they could come in contact with
as I flung her on the couch, pinned her arms down and straddled her small body,
saving the bruises from both of us. “Stop it!”

She continued to scream as she struggled beneath me, and
damn if her rebelliousness didn’t get my balls clenching and my cock growing,
the pulse in my blood was pounding my dick and causing a vulgar need to take
this little bitch hard and punishingly.

“If you don’t calm the fuck down, you’re gonna be over my
knee before you take another fucking breath.”

She hesitated and glared at me, “Fuck you!” she spat.

Don’t say I didn’t warn her.

I shifted her in one simple movement, her lithe little
body allowing me to easily pull her over me, across my lap and pinned between
my thighs as I yanked down her shorts.

“What the hell are you doing?” she bawled as I hooked her
legs under mine and placed a palm over her right butt cheek.

“I swear to god, if you dare touch me I’ll fucking kill
you.”

“Okay honey, bring it on.” I growled as I brought my hand
down with a harsh slap on her backside.

Holy Shit. I thought I’d had firm erections before but
watching the blood rise to the surface of Spirit’s pale bottom had my dick
actually aching with the pressure.

“Fuck!” she hissed but I noticed the small rise of her
hips as she prepared for the next one.

Well, well. She really was a little sinner after all.

“You need me to count?” I asked as I struck her again,
watching the rise of her bottom to meet my hand.

We both groaned together as Spirit’s sweet arousal filled
the air, the scent of her desire and need permeating the air.

“Stop it!” she hissed but I noticed the lack of
conviction in her tone as I spanked her again.

“How many?” I asked as she cursed me under her breath.

She didn’t answer and I increased the force of the next
slap with her defiance, “How many?” I repeated harshly.

“Fuck you!”

“Ten?”

Her breath hitched and then a long moan erupted from her
as I brought my hand down on her cheek again.

“Fuck… Bulk please.”

I wasn’t sure what she was actually begging for but the
way she was trying to grind herself against my hand told me that she was
pleading for me to do something about the throb between her legs.

I caressed the soft sore skin with gentleness and leant
into her ear, “Tell me.”

 A sob and a moan echoed through the room as she
simultaneously relished the pain but hated the humiliation.

She mumbled something and I leant in further, “What?”

She repeated it quietly under her breath and I growled at
her, “Tell me!”

“Again!” she shouted.

I smiled wickedly as her cheeks reddened with her shame.
My gut throbbed as my veins vibrated with the exhilaration that coursed through
me, “You like this, don’t you? You like the feel of my hand on that beautiful fucking
ass. The pain that fucks you by itself. Makes you horny and wet.”

“No!” she spat out but I noticed her lift again, the soft
round red cheeks eagerly asking for more.

I gave in to her and gave her a swift sharp slap, “More?”

“Yes!” she groaned as she gave into her need, the banging
throb of need that pushed aside her shame as the lust came to the forefront and
made her give in to her denial.

“YES!” she screamed as I quickly spanked her three times
in a row.

I pursed my lips and nodded with reverence as she came
like a freight train and flooded my thighs with her juices.

“Fuck, baby!”

She was panting as I lifted her, yanked my zip down and lowered
her down onto my throbbing dick. The need to be inside her was overwhelming and
I couldn’t suppress the deep groan I released at the relief of taking her over
me.

“Shit!”
I hissed as her heat snatched at me and
pulled me deeper. She gripped my dick, tightly sheathing me and feeling fucking
exquisite. It suddenly occurred to me that no-one and by no-one, I meant
no-one
,
had ever felt like she did.

“God, fuck me!” she snarled as she grabbed my shoulders,
lifted herself upright and rammed her arse back down with a force that made my
eyes water as she swallowed my whole length in one move.

“Jesus Spirit!” I yelped as my dick was nearly forced
past her cervix and into her damn womb.

I lifted my hips to her, meeting her drives with each of
my own as she continued to assault me.

Jesus, it was too much; the burn of her heat, the wetness
of her lust, the bounce of her tits with each of her heavy plunges and the fire
in her eyes as she looked at me as though I could forever fill the need in her.

“Yes, fuck… hurt me Bulk, make me hurt! Make me scream
damn it” She sobbed and it was then when I noticed the tears streaming her
face.

What – the – fuck!

“Stop!” I snapped as I held onto her hips and ended her
painful torture on herself.

She struggled against me as she tried to restart the
brutal agony she was forcing on herself.

“Don’t do this!” I snarled as I wrapped my arms around
her and lifted us both off the sofa and stormed into the bedroom, throwing her
quite heavily onto the bed as she spat feathers and fired curse words a sailor
would be proud of.

My back bounced on the softness of the deluxe bed as Bulk
stood at the bottom, glaring at me with a blaze in his eyes. His fists were
clenched as his teeth chewed on his bottom lip in his frustration. “Why do you
always behave like a petulant child?”

My mouth fell open with his reprimand but it quickly
snapped closed when he palmed the edge of the bed, pinning me under his huge
tattooed, pierced fantastic body as he climbed over and above me.

“Why the self-hatred, Spirit?”

I didn’t answer, just stared at him as my body keened
slightly towards him, the involuntary action lifting my back off the mattress
with a slender curve to my spine.

Each of his knees slid to either side of me as he sat
upright on me, straddling my waist with his magnificent thighs. My God I was
drooling, from more than my mouth.

He was stunning. His hard inked build was the epitome of
male rawness, the jewellery adorning his body made my core shiver in a need to
flick each one with my tongue, and his mammoth cock… Jesus, it needed a better
word than
cock
– maybe rock, monster or even Titan? Fuck yeah, Titan,
with a capital fucking ‘T’; well, that huge thing just made me want to cry,
scream and giggle all at the same time.

His hands gripped the neckline of my vest and I
whimpered, quite loudly, when he tore it straight down the middle.

“You are fucking beautiful, Spirit. Beyond beautiful.”

I gulped as he took hold of my hand and pressed it
against my chest under his own large one as he slid it across my heated skin. “This…”
he said as he glided my hand over my own chest, “This, your body, is the
meaning of allure. Never, ever use your body to punish yourself with.”

I watched his eyes as he held mine and moved our hands
slowly and delicately down, over and across my stomach, “Your skin, feel how
utterly soft and smooth it is, honey.”

I nodded as I struggled to breathe, his soft gentle voice
both soothing and arousing. He slid slowly down my legs as he gripped my knees
and opened my legs so he could settle between them, “Feel how breath-taking
each of your curves are, how good they feel under your hand.”

Holy turtles, I was on fire and my breath stuttered as my
eyes fluttered closed under our touch.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Spirit. I want to see
your desire, see your sensuality and I wanna watch your eyes fire when you make
yourself come.”

I frowned, why did I need to do it myself when this
experienced sex God could do it for me? However, a small whinge bubbled from me
when he glided my hand over my mound and held it against me, both of us cupping
me beneath his firm hold.

“Now this - this sweet pussy, should never be used for
pain, self-inflicted or otherwise.”

I shuddered when he skimmed my hand lower and pushed my
own finger inside myself. A small smile twitched his lips as I moaned low.
“This is pure beauty, Spirit. This right here…” he whispered as he controlled
my movements and slid my finger slowly in and out of me, “is capable of
bringing the most herculean of men to their knees, of sending the most
restrained of men into a frenzied turmoil.”

I choked on my own saliva as he slid my finger out and up
to my clitoris, his own finger guiding mine in circular movements on and across
the delicate nub of nerves, as sparks shot from my touch to my brain and a deep
shiver racked my body, “And creating monsters out of angels’.”

My back arched, my toes curled and my throat constricted
as my orgasm hit with a staggering force. My bones shattered into fragments so minuscule
I was sure I blew them out with my high pitched scream. “See, baby, this is the
only natural pleasure God gave us and his way of letting you take a glimpse of
heaven.”

I struggled to breathe as I felt his cock enter me slowly
and gently, his girth stretching me exquisitely as his length filled me to an
extreme new level. “This, the way we were made to love like this, is the
epitome of what we are about…”

 My eyes fixed on his dark and liquid ones as he moved
slowly in and out of me, his drives as soft as his words. “This…” He thrust a
little harder and deeper but still unhurriedly and leisurely, “is a treasure, a
paragon that provides our only gratification, and should be adored and
cherished.”

I was gone again, somewhere between heaven and hell as
his words pierced every single emotion, every sensation and every self-doubt I
had about myself.

 “Bulk…” I moaned as I lifted my hips to him, eager to
recommence the pleasure ride.

“Say my name” he whispered as he drew back and palmed my
cheek softly. “My real name…” he groaned as I circled my hips and ground
against him, “Chase, my real name.”

I opened my eyes and bore deep into his hooded, heated
ones, taking in the bright blue of his irises as they physically shimmered in
his heightened aroused state, “Chase… Chase…”

I was practically screaming it at him. He reared back,
his shoulders taut and his chest tight as his muscles rippled with his climax;
the sound of his name from my lips ripping his orgasm from him as he thundered
a deep cry.

My own hit with as much intensity as I clung to his back,
my fingers digging as deep as my hips in my need to devour him, absorb each bit
of pleasure he gave me.

“Oh God, Chase. Make me yours, Chase, please, yours
always!” I screamed as my mind exploded.

The wind was knocked from me as he belted off the bed,
his face hard and tight but covered in devastation and shock as he glared at
me.

What in hell’s teeth?

He shook his head rapidly with wide eyes, as his chest
heaved with each of his fraught breaths. “No! NO! Damn it to fuck!”

I stared in shock as he swiped his clothes from the floor
and tore from the room as though his arse was alight.

What the hell?

Just… What the hell had I done?

His face, his beautiful face, the desolation and ache
portrayed in his expression had made my stomach twist but why?

He asked me to call his name and I had, so why the hatred
at me all of a sudden?

Yeah, I had asked him to make me his, but that was just
something said in the height of passion, in the deliverance of pleasure, but I
hadn’t meant that I wanted him to fucking marry me!

If I was honest with myself, it hurt; more than it
should.

I shook my head at myself as I turned over and curled
into a ball, the disgust I always felt with myself was clawing through the
rejection and surfacing with a powerful need to obliterate my mind.

“No!” I growled to myself as my body started to tremble
with need.

Just a little, maybe, just a tad to calm my hurt.

I rolled over onto my back, my eyes stinging with
forbidden tears as I fixed them on the ceiling.

I was just sex, just a place to warm his dick and empty
his balls. I mean, I know he had said it was a bit of fun but to scarper as
soon as he had come, well that was a little below the belt. I quick thank you
or a small chaste kiss before he took off like a whippet would have been nice.

“Damn you, you arsehole!” I shouted to the empty room as
I flung myself off the bed and pulled on some clothes.

I didn’t like the snide little thoughts my mind was
concentrating on; the revulsion, the hatred, the nauseating reality to my life.
I needed to rid them, to free the torture from my head, and as I hated myself
as I picked up my room key and left the building to seek the freedom provided
by the man-made recreation, the other half of me threw up a big Fuck You.

***

I giggled at the way the bottle danced on the side, its
little legs tap dancing across the unit as it sang
Neon Trees, Everybody
talks
.

‘And then she made my lips hurt,

I can hear the chit chat,

Take me to your love shack…’

“Ooh baby, you have the most controlled pitches I ever
heard.” I told it as it flung itself off the hunk of wood and skipped towards
me.

“Drink me, baby.”
He said and I nodded as my
shoulders moved in time to his singing.

“Who am I to refuse the request of such a distinguished
fellow?” I told him as I grinned happily, tilting this little glass person to
my lips as a hammering resounded around the lobes of my fuddled brain.

“Did you just bang?” I asked him with narrow eyes.

“Not me, baby.”

“It was you” I declared with wide eyes as the thumping
sounded again, “Do not tell me fibs you little liquor lout!”

He barked out a chuckle of laughter as Janey walked out of
her bedroom, where she had been sulking with me since I had turned back up as high
as a runaway kite, and went to open our room door before turning back towards
me closely followed by Romeo.

      “My pimp! What ya’ bringing
me, bruvva?” I asked Romeo in my best street voice as he stalked towards me, a
deep growl rumbling through his chest and I raised my eyebrows as he scooped me
up, slung me over his shoulder and carried me through the hotel corridor.

“Where are we going?” I giggled as I enveloped his thin
but hard body with my arms. “You know, you’re quite fit to hulk a hefty thing
like me across the hotel.”

He snorted something illegible and I pouted when he
didn’t answer. “Are you irritable?” I asked as I nuzzled my nose into the crook
of his neck, “Are we off to have sex?”

“For Christ…” he muttered and I giggled again.

“Oooh we are a little grumpy. Do you not masturbate, Romeo?
It helps you know.” I told him with conviction as I slid a hand around his soft
neck and curled against him, “It’s a proven fact that a wank can alleviate
stress levels you know.”

“I know Bulk’s the man to spank that fucking backside of
yours, but I swear to God, Spirit, any more and I’ll tie your mouth shut with
your knickers and thrash you with your own God damn shoes!”

I squinted and tilted my head as I tried to catch what he
said when we entered his hotel room and bounded straight through another door
into a bedroom, before he slung me on the bed with another growl and turned to
the corner of the dark room.

“Sort your mess out! Janey doesn’t need this, and I
certainly don’t need it. I’ll be fucked if I’m gonna stand back and watch you
self-destruct, and I’ll be double fucked if I watch you destroy this girl while
you do it.”

I giggled, I couldn’t help it. Why was he talking to me
with his arse? Well, I think it was his arse, I couldn’t actually see any
movement but it spoke so…

My eyes widened when Romeo sailed through the air and
landed beside me on the bed.

Wow, that was cool! He could fly! How did he do that? I
wanted to fly!

“I want to fly!” I said sulkily as his hand flew up to
his chin. He looked at me in bewilderment before he scrambled back off the bed
and ripped across the room, a string of expletives flowing quite fluently from
him as he leapt at something.

I squinted as I pulled myself upright and tried to focus
on what Romeo was doing. I wasn’t sure if it was a kind of a dance he was doing
but I couldn’t stop laughing as he pranced around something. Was it a maypole?

My laughter was now in full force as I watched this funny
man romp about, his arms flaying and his body jolting.

Holy shit! I think he was fighting with someone but I
still couldn’t control my laughter as the pair of men punched the shit out of
each other.

“Had enough yet?” Romeo screeched at the silhouette, “Got
it out of your system?”

“Like fuck, bring it on!”

Shit, was that Bulk?

What the hell was happening?

I tried desperately to climb from the bed but my frazzled
senses and muddled brain sent my coordination to Mars.

“Hey… my boy’s….” I flopped face first off the bed onto
the floor, my nose squishing into the carpet as my arms wedged beneath me.

Oooh dear, I think I felt sick… No! I was okay… I… yup, I
definitely felt sick!

Too late!

I gurgled, choked and spluttered as I revolted against
the new substance my body didn’t like.

“Shit!” I heard Romeo grumble as hands encircled my head
and turned my face to the side as I erupted forcefully.

“Fuck, Spirit!” This time it was Bulk’s voice that skimmed
my ears and I could hear the anger in his tone.

I shook my head as my stomach pumped even more. “I don’t
feel too good,” I murmured as I continued to vomit everywhere. Sweat covered the
whole of my trembling body and my head swan as goose bumps exploded over the
entirety of my skin.

“Bulk… Bulk?” I reached out as my vision distorted and
everything in sight became a white blur.

I didn’t like this. I had no control over anything as my
system rebelled feverishly and my body started to vibrate.

“Spirit, honey, what have you taken?” I heard Bulk ask
before the violent jerking started.

“I… New stuff… I…”

My throat exploded as my brain burst and sent shards of
ice through my veins, its torrent of agonising blows punching my guts and making
my skin recoil, threatening to crush my bones in its relentless anger.

“Bulk… please….” I screamed out as a brutalising pain
ripped through me and clamped hold of my lungs, squeezing them strictly until I
couldn’t get the air I needed to breathe.

“I’m here, baby. Romeo, phone an ambulance…”