Indecent Cravings: Part Three Read online

  “Pull over here,” says Lorena. The car moves to a spot under the balcony. “Are you ready?” says Lorena.

  I grip the transmitter tightly and tap the earpiece. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Vargas gets out of the car and opens the passenger door. I get out. He gets back in and drives off with Lorena, leaving me standing all alone naked in the middle of the street.

  I glance up at the people on the second floor wraparound deck of the Bahamian house. Everybody is looking at me.

  Everybody except for Lukas Thorn, that is. He’s too busy talking to a dark-skinned Latina girl, his nose in her hair as he whispers into her ear.

  Bitch.

  Oh yeah? Well, watch this!

  I start to dance.

  Lorena brought in a dance coach to teach me some sexy moves. I remember seeing Karissa making some of them at T’s. I do not have the luxury of a pole in the middle of this street, though.

  A gasp of giggles and “Oh my Gods” hits the second floor of the house as all the girls stare at me.

  I gotta admit, it’s incredibly exciting to be dancing naked in the middle of a crowded street, even if it’s not readily obvious that I’m naked. Not to mention the fact that so many people are looking at me.

  But not Lukas Thorn!

  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

  The music is loud and everywhere, so it’s not hard to gyrate to a beat. I kick it up a notch, running my hands all up and down my body.

  “Is she naked?” says one girl. “Oh my God, she is!”

  At that moment, a taxi comes down the street, lighting me up with its headlights. Perfect. I freeze in a dance pose with one arm up.

  That does it.

  Lukas Thorn looks down at me.

  But does he recognize me?

  The taxi honks its horn, but I don’t move.

  Our eyes lock. It’s like before. We connect through that strand of ethereal matter that exists only between us.

  Yep, there it is. I feel it. It’s like an electrical charge from another galaxy. Sorry, Trevor. I love you and all, but no man on earth besides this living breathing beast does this to me. I have no idea what it is. All I know is that I love it.

  I smile up at him, knowing my eyes look like a creature rising from the depths of the planet Neptune.

  As usual, his expression is blank, with that damned little half-smile like he’s mildly amused. He takes a gulp of his drink without breaking the stare. The girls around him are trying to recapture his attention. Some are making faces at me.

  Do you recognize me, Lukas? Do you?

  Lorena coached me on what to do next. It goes against my instinct, because I have to fight the urge to run into the house, up the stairs, and throw myself onto him.

  But I do exactly the opposite. I put a big seductive smile on my face, then bend over while bringing my finger up to my mouth while facing him. Just as it nears my chin, I give him the “come here” wiggle with my index finger.

  Then I slowly turn and walk away from him across the street.

  God, that was hot! Oh my God, did I really just do that?

  I feel so goddamned sexy. All the people looking at me. The taxi honking its horn. Guys drooling. Girls drooling. Lukas Thorn in shock.

  I’m giggling inside as I sway my hips slowly through the crowd.

  Slow down, Abigail! Slow down! You want him to be able to catch up with you!

  This is the hardest part. What if he doesn’t follow me?

  Lorena told me not to look back. Just keep going, knowing he would follow. Why? Why is she so sure that I am something special to him?

  I have to keep forcing that thought out of my mind. I cannot allow myself to really believe that I could truly be something that special to Lukas Thorn . . . well, not yet anyway. I need to keep my cool.

  I’m almost out of sight of the house now. I can see the ocean straight ahead. The ancient houses leading down to the next intersection are lit up like a thousand Christmas trees. Revelers everywhere gawk at me.

  For the first time in my life, I’m completely comfortable with people staring at me. So powerful. So energizing. I feel like I can do anything.

  I’m laughing inside at how even the people walking along the street part for me. It’s like I’m placing a trance on everyone. What are they thinking? Do they think I’m hot? Or are they frightened at the surreal beast girl?

  Or can they really tell I’m naked? Some can, I’m sure . . . those who know what to look for.

  I’m almost at the post on the street corner. I see it ahead at the intersection up ahead. Lorena said to turn and lean on it.

  Shit, I’m frightened. What if he’s not following me?

  Then everything is lost. I’m a complete failure. All of this planning and plotting. For nothing.

  My heart beats out of my chest as I near the post.

  “Slut!” says a girl to me as she walks past me.

  I laugh.

  Funny, if I was called a slut before my experience at the submission school, I would have gotten all hot and bothered.

  Now it’s a compliment, sending me back to the cold cell underneath the submission school, with a thrill and a surge of raw power from within.

  Almost there.

  I reach the post, take a deep breath, turn around, and put one leg up behind me onto it. Just like in rehearsal.

  I close my eyes, say a small quick prayer, and then open them.

  No Lukas Thorn.

  Fuck.

  Shit. Fuck. Shit.

  Rabidly, I scan the faces of the crowd. He’s got to be here! Lorena assured me he couldn’t resist the challenge!

  But nothing.

  Fuck.

  Shit. Fuck. Shit.

  Okay, what do I do now?

  Nothing. I’m going to wait this out. I’m just going to lean seductively on this post for as long as it takes. I know he’s coming. He’s got to be coming. I just need to give it time for the challenge to sink in, right?

  Right? Answer me! Oh fuck, who am I talking to?

  I close my eyes, take a deep breath, count to ten slowly, and open them again.

  And there he is.

  Oh God, it worked! It fucking worked!

  I try not to leap out of my skin with absolute joy at the sight of the most gorgeous man on Earth. Like the crowd on the very same street just parted for me, the entire world seems to clear out of his way as he slowly saunters toward me.

  Then he stops, shrugs his shoulders with a look that says WTF, and then glances back at his house party.

  Come on, buddy! You’re not here yet! Come on! Don’t give up now! You don’t want those girls! You want me!

  He shakes his head again like he can’t believe what he’s doing, or like he just figured out it’s me. Yeah, that’s it.

  He puts his arm up to his neck and scratches while lowering his head.

  Gahhhhhhhhhh, I love it when he does that. He can put his arm up to his neck and scratch while lowering his head all day, I’ll just watch, and I’ll be fine.

  What is it about this man? What is the incredible power he has?

  I mean, I used to turn my head at guys all the time, thought I might have given myself whiplash a few times. But ever since I laid eyes on this one, in that goddamned aluminum tube in the sky, I’ve barely noticed another man.

  Well, no, there was Cock Toy. You couldn’t help but notice him. And the black boy with the endless dong. And, of course, Trevor.

  He turns like he’s going to walk back.

  Shit.

  Lorena told me what to do here, forcing me to practice it in the mirror a hundred times. I lower my face, close my eyes while facing downward, and then slowly open my eyes fully while smiling.

  She called it an “underlook.” Apparently, it’s something Lord Byron used to do when seducing ladies. I fell asleep in my Victorian poetry class back at Wellesley, so I didn’t pay much attention to Lord Byron but apparently he did this thing that made women swoon. It’s used mostly by guys, but girl
s can adapt it for much the same effect.

  Damn, if I don’t see him melt.

  Oh my God, he melts!

  I sense it. I feel it. It’s like a moment. We are one. We are separated by about five hundred feet, with maybe a thousand or so frolickers in between us, but that ethereal connection binds us stronger than the most powerful magnet on earth.

  I swear he could whisper and I could hear him. This is so intense. Life is so intense. I’m more alive now in this moment than I have ever been.

  He isn’t immune to the force pulling us together, either. Or more like pushing. Because no matter what we do, it seems like when we’re in the same spot, gravity draws us to each other.

  He shakes his head again, laughing with that mysterious and oh-so-sexy half-smile. Then he throws one more glance behind him and begins walking to me.

  Yes!

  Yes, Lorena! You were right! I did it!

  Holy shit, I have such power! I never knew I could affect the world around me like this. It’s like I wield magic.

  But, no, I know what it is. I used to carry myself differently. Like Karissa said and like Lorena has tried to convince me, I have a certain attractiveness that I’ve kept hidden.

  No, I’m not the most glamorous girl in the room. No, I don’t have the sexiest body. Yes, I could lose a few.

  But I’ve got it. That certain something that makes a man like Lukas Thorn scratch his neck, look down, smile, and turn to approach me . . . me! . . . after leaving a fucking houseful of skinny beautiful model-type girls.

  Damn, I think I could rule the world if I put my mind to it! I want to scream from the rooftops with joy!

  Life, I am you!

  The walk of Lukas Thorn as he saunters down the street is like a gladiator claiming his victory trophy. There is nothing he can’t do. He knows it, the world knows it.

  In fact, we’re already attracting attention. Yes, there are other people in costume around us. Yes, it’s a wild and crazy festival.

  But the profound intensity between the two of us is so statically charged that a handful of people stop to watch. They sense something powerful about to happen.

  It’s the girls that notice it first, naturally, walking while holding hands with their boyfriends. They pull, motioning him to stop, while they stare.

  Girls know. We have a much stronger sense of invisible human connection than guys. We can look at a room and know exactly what’s going on. Most guys are clueless at this.

  But the girls on this street know. They see the volcanic fire erupting between this flowing god and the water nymph . . . and they want to see how it turns out.

  After what feels like five centuries, Lukas Thorn finally reaches me. He pauses about a foot in front of me.

  “It is you,” he says.

  “Is it?” I say with a cheeky challenging tone.

  He makes an ooooooh gesture with his lips, without saying anything. “You know, I–” His eyes catch my body paint and stare. He’s transfixed.

  I giggle to myself inside.

  “I don’t know what you’re doing here, Jayd, but it’s not going to work. I bet Lorena came up with this. Tell her I’m done.”

  “I know your fantasy.”

  “Excuse me? My what?”

  “Your ultimate fantasy. Domination. Control. I’m offering it to you.” I lean into his ear. “Remotely.”

  His eyebrows rise. I’ve said his favorite word, according to Lorena. He laughs. “Excuse me?”

  “Control. It’s what you want. It’s what you crave. It’s your fetish. I’m giving you control of me. Give me commands and I will follow them. You can tell me to go home if you want, and I promise you I will. But I don’t think that’s what you will do. I’m offering you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I’m your complete property, Lukas Thorn.”

  His eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Look, I can’t say I’m not impressed. I’m very impressed. But–”

  This is where Lorena coached me the most, on what to do next.

  I leap forward, grab his hand, and place the transmitter in his palm. He looks down at it, and I turn and run across the street. I plant myself against the building on the far corner, the hard hot gray stone scratching my naked back in the night heat.

  The street separating us now is busier than the others. Cars stream between us. I point at my ear with the Bluetooth receiver implanted inside.

  He puts the transmitter up to his mouth. My heart is beating faster than ever. This is it. This is me putting my head on the chopping block.

  He can say “Go home.” That’s all he needs to do. He can just tell me to go and I will. That’s the bargain. That’s the agreement. I always keep my agreements.

  He raises the transmitter to his mouth.

  I clench my teeth, my eyes wide open. I’m breathing hard, my hands locked behind me.

  I will do whatever he says, I remind myself, I will do whatever he says.

  Even if he tells me to go home.

  He’s about to speak, his face still locked in that frozen visage and half-smile. Then he laughs, turns sideways, raises the transmitter up to his mouth and says . . .

  “Let’s play.”

  I nod my head.

  Oh my God!

  Yes! The fire starts anew down below. He’s playing. I’ve gotten him to play! That was the hardest step.

  “You’re a very dirty girl,” he says, “you’re naked, aren’t you?”

  Wow, kudos to Karl Werz. Even the great Lukas Thorn can’t really tell that I’m naked.

  “You realize what you’ve set yourself up for? You’re going to have to prove that to me, you know.”

  I nod.

  “You’re going to have to prove that to me in public.”

  Oh God! The very thought sends me into delirium. Yes, I will. Yes, I’ll do anything. In front of anybody. To please you. Yes, I will. I so want you. I so want you to tell me to do horribly nasty things in front of other people. I so will do anything you ask. All you have to do is command me.

  Just command me.

  “I don’t know how you’re going to prove this to me yet, dirty girl, but I’ll figure it out soon.” He pauses, thinking about how to continue. “Drop to your knees.”

  I don’t hesitate. On a busy street in front of a crowd of people, I drop to my knees.

  “Place your hands behind your back like they’re bound. For all intents and purposes, they are bound. In your mind, I want you to feel the ropes that bind you. Can you feel them? Acknowledge me, dirty girl.”

  I nod yes.

  “Open your mouth wide,” he says. “Like you’re expecting a huge cock to be shoved down your throat at any moment and you so want it.”

  I open my mouth wide.

  “You do want it, don’t you?”

  I nod.

  “You love cock slamming into the back of your throat, don’t you?”

  I nod.

  Still wondering what his looks like, freed from the tight black denim that I’ve only experienced from him.

  I nod and try to stretch my mouth open even more.

  “Spread your legs,” he says, leaning on the very post that I did just a few minutes ago.

  I spread my legs.

  “Get your ass as close to the ground as possible.”

  I do. Karl Werz was very clever. He painted many three-dimensional barnacles . . . or whatever the fuck they are . . . around my pussy lips. I’m not even sure if, even with my legs spread this wide on the hard concrete, that anyone can tell my girl is open and free to them.

  But a couple of girls do.

  “Oh my God,” I hear one of them say, as she drags her boyfriend away before he notices.

  An old prude from the same lineage as the woman on the plane scoffs and says “Oh my!” dragging her clueless husband who stares at me open-mouthed.

  “This will now be known as the Service Position,” says Lukas Thorn. “Nod to acknowledge.”

  I nod.

  “Oh, you’re delightful. Loo
k at that wide open pussy. Just waiting to get eaten. And does it ever want to get eaten!”

  Grrrrrrrrr. This man has no idea! No fucking idea how much this pussy needs to get eaten and stuffed to its fucking walls!

  At that moment, out of the corner of my eye I see a police officer, moving toward me.

  “Run!” says Lukas Thorn.

  I leap up and start running.

  “No, not that way! Left!”

  I turn around and go left.

  “There is a sandwich shop to the right of you. Duck into it and sit at a table. Put your head down like you’re eating a sandwich.”

  I do exactly as he says. The police officer walks past me, looking around.

  “Stay there,” says Lukas Thorn.

  Soon I see him slowly walking past me. Without looking, he raises the transmitter and says, “Up. You haven’t proven to me that you’re naked yet.”

  I leap up, out of the sandwich shop, and back over to the street.

  “Stop,” he says. “Turn left.”

  I’m not sure where he went. I don’t see him, but he must be able to see me. I follow his command.

  “Turn right onto the cobblestone path.”

  I’m heading into a dark alley, away from people. I trust that he knows where he’s leading me. Somehow I just know he wouldn’t hurt me.

  “There is a door in the building to your right. It’s on a hinge. Just push it. It will open.”

  How does he know this?

  I do as I’m told. Sure enough, the ancient door swings open loudly on its squeaky hinge.

  “Now, go to the other side of the room, assume Service Position, and await further commands.”

  I do as I’m told, dropping to my knees on the hard concrete.

  Chapter 14

  I’m in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, but a very old one. Constructed from big gray bricks, 1800s or maybe even 1700s. Large floor to ceiling openings are covered by large wooden doors with slats. Many of the slats are knocked out or rotted away, allowing the light from the street in. A large section of the door to my right is missing. I can just make out people walking by on the busy main street. I see tourists passing by only inches from me on the other side.

  The room fills with a feral presence, like the air pressure has changed.