I sat on the bench to my vanity brushing out my long, damp hair. My nipples were hard, partly because it was cold in the room, partly from thinking of him. His smile, his eyes, the way he kind of smirks when he laughs. That look he gives me when I say something dumb or outlandish.

I know he loves me. I've known it for a long time. We had been friends for a while at first, but there was always this unspoken want between us. I had always loved him, even the first time we met. I think he did too. Funny how life gets in the way sometimes.

My thoughts turned to our phone conversation that morning.

"I want you to come over tonight."

"What for?" I asked coyly.

I knew what this usually meant. I come over, we watch movies, drink, and maybe even get high. Then we fuck. That's usually the way it goes. Not that I was complaining. It wasthe fucking part I always liked best. It was so electric. He could talk to me and make me come. He didn't have to touch me. He appealed to my sense of duality. He could be so gentle, so loving. At other times I could feel him crawl under my skin. I could feel the heat of him.

My mind came back, and while I was thinking of him, I realized I had my fingers inside of me. Even being away from him, just the thought of what he did to me, excited me.

I parted my bare legs wider and continued exploring myself. I could feel the wetness of the folds as I plunged my fingers deeper. My fingers found my clit and I massaged it. Hard. Harder and faster I stroked until I made myself come. Fast enough, that I was breathless and my legs were shaking. Lightheaded, I closed my eyes and put my fingers in my mouth, tasting myself. Oh god, I couldn't wait to see him.

I put my makeup on. I was so flushed I couldn't tell where I had just put my blush on.

I got dressed, and as I was walking into the living room, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I knew it was him before he even spoke.

"How long til you get here?" He asked. He sounded strange, but then again he was strange.

"Probably about twenty five minutes. Why?"

"I need you to leave your car somewhere else. Park it at the strip mall, and I'll meet you there."

"OK. What's the big deal? Is there a problem?"

"My ex keeps driving past here. I just don't want a fight on my hands."

I didn't know why he was lying to me. His ex was a bitch, but we hadn't seen her ugly ass in months.

"OK, I'll meet you there in about a half an hour. Is that cool?"

"Don't be late," and he hung up the phone. Sometimes he acted weird, but I had always thought it was because he was paranoid.

I hurried up and finished getting ready. As I was driving there, I kept thinking about how odd he sounded. Maybe he just had something on his mind. I had hoped there was nothing wrong.

I arrived at the strip mall. It was dark, but the city lights gave off that funny orange glow. I hated the way I couldn't see the stars at night in the city, but the moon was always pretty.

I sat in my car and waited in the deserted parking lot. It was so warm that night. At least it wasn't muggy. I lit a cigarette and turned the radio on. I could hear Keenan's voice wafting through the air. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander.

He pulled up next to me. He rolled the window down and smiled at me. I always did love his smile, his eyes. He had the kind of eyes that could see right through you. He smiled like a dirty little boy up to no good. We had known each other for a long time, but for some reason he always made me nervous. Sex always felt like the first time with him. I had butterflies ripping through my stomach.

"Hey," I said, trying to hide the quiver in my voice.

"Lock up and get in," he sounded distracted.

I opened the door and sat in the seat. His hand reached over and found the inside of my thigh. His touch was hot. His pinky finger stroked my left lip through my jeans. He leaned into me and stared into me, actually right through me. His lips touched mine, soft at first. The tip of his tongue touched my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to meet his. He pressed hard into me. His tongue felt like an electric eel while it meshed and tangled with my own. He bit down on my bottom lip, then kissd it again, The sheer taste of him drove me mad.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said licking my lips. "What's the plan?"

"Oh somethin' different, somethin' special." A grin crossed his face. Sly, like someone hiding a dirty secret.

We pulled away from the parking lot. The city looked shiny to me. The anticipation was killing me. Sometimes he would surprise me with things. Once he had lighted candles on every surface that would stand still, and made love to me all night long. I had never had anyone treat me like that before. Most guys just wanted to fuck and then only wanted to be friends, or would never bother to call me back. I suppose I was considered a whore. I didn't car. He loved me in spite of it. He had told me he loved the fact that I wasn't afraid of my sexuality. He was a fetishist. He was into all kinds of shit. I knew he held back though. He'd tell me that some of his fantasies were too dark.. He was afraid they'd scare me off. I was kinky too. Bondage, knife play, spanking. I couldn't imagine that here was anything in his head I'd be frightened of. I'd been on the internet. I'd seensome fucked up shit. The only thing that would have spooked me is if he would have told me he was a pedophile.

We pulled into the driveway of his house. He lived on ten acres just outside of town. He liked the quiet he said. The place was massive. It was like a mansion to me. It sat in the dark. Dangerous looking. It had creeped me out sometimes.

After he got out of the car, he stretched. I watched as the muscles moved under his shirt in his long lean body.

He took my hand and walked me up to the door. As he fished for the keys in his pocket, he was sweating.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine," he seemed pissed off or like he was in a big hurry.

"Come on," then he pushed me throught he door. He locked it behind him. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He pressed his lips against mine so hard that he made my lip bleed. I jerked away from him and wiped the blood on my hand.

"What the fuck's your problem?!" I yelled at him. He got rough sometimes, but Christ this was different.

"I can't help it. I just want you so bad." I could see that his dick was hard. The zipper of his jeans looked like it was gonna break from the pressure.

"Just take it easy okay? We've got all night. I'm not going anywhere."

He walked up to me and ran his fingers through my hair. His hand then lovingly touched the side of my face.

"I'm sorry. I've just been waiting for this all day. Forgive me?"

I looked into his eyes. They were different somehow. I could almost always know what he was thinking. I couldn't see myself in them. No reflection, nothing but blackness.

"Yes, I forgive you," I lied. I hoped he believed me.

He kissed me again, this time softer. His tongue left my mouth and trailed down the side of my neck. He kissed my collarbone.

"I want to show you something new I've added."

He smiled at me again and grabbed my hand. We walked down into the basement of his house. We were going to his "playroom". This is usually where we had the most fun.

I looked around the room. Everything was as it was the last time we had left it. It was a large room with various toys and apparatus. One entire wall was decorated with whips of all sorts. Floggers, scourges, ones ranging from six to twelve feet long. He even had chain floggers. There was a table with a padded leather kneeling pad. This was one of my favorite things. As my eyes went around the room and they settled on the one new thing. Suspended from the ceiling, were chains with hooks on the ends. I stood staring at them in disbelief.

I heard the door behind me click as he turned the key in the lock.

I felt his hands rest on my shoulders, his breath warm in my ear.

"I want you so bad I could devour you." His voice sounded gutteral.

I turned and faced him. I tried not to look frightened, but I was scared to death.

"You wanted this," he said, "You wanted to know my secrets. So now I'm showing you."

"What the fuck do you think your going to do with those?" I pointed to the suspended hooks.

"You'll see."

"I don't think I'm ready for this."

"You'll be fine." His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into him. I had never realized before how strong he really was. He picked me up and carried me across the room. All around me was the glint of metal. I noticed amongst the hooks were manacles.

With one arm still around me, he touched my face with his free hand.

"It won't do you any good to scream, you know that. Noone will hear you."

He was right. There was nothing I could do short of killing him.

He caressed my face then kissed me. I couldn't help it. Even as frightened as I was, I couldn't help melting under his touch. He looked into my eyes, and a tear let itself loose and rolled down my cheek.

"Don't. Please don't," I couldn't disguise the fear in my voice.

"Put your hands in."

I did as I was told. I hoped that if I didn't struggle then maybe he would come to his senses and stop. A hunt is no fun if the prey doesn't run.

My hands slipped into the metal shackles. The hooks that were hanging were sharp and scratched my arms.

He turned the keys and locked them tight. They were so tight, almost uncomfortably so.

He walked around the room lighting the candles and then shut off the lights. The glow made me think, so this is what hell looks like.

He went over to a table and stripped down. The shadows that played across his skin looked like demons. He had tattoos. Lots of them. His back was covered as was his chest. When he turned around he had his favorite blade in hand.

He strolled up to me. Almost like he was floating. He bent his head down and kissed me. It was like fire.

He put the tip of the blade at my throat and let it slide down to between my breasts. He brought the tip back up and dug it into the neckline of my skirt. He pulled the blade straight down cutting my shirt. Then he cut the sleeves. My shirt fell away exposing my milky white tits.

My breathing quickened as he cut away my jeans and panties.

I looked down and saw his cock was harder than I had ever seen it before.

"I promise this will only hurt for a little while," He whispered in my ear.

I felt a sharp jabing pain in my left shoulder blade. I let out a scream.

"Shhh, it'll only make it worse."

Slowly and methodically he put the other hooks in. They went down both sides of my back from my shoulders down to my ass. I was crying. I had never experienced hurt like that before. Blood was running down my back. I could feel it dripping down to my feet. There were only two left. I watched as I saw him grab one and puncture the skin at the top of my shoulder right above the collarbone. I heard a popping sound when it came out the other side. Then he put the other hook through.

I wanted to collapse, but I was afraid they would rip out. I clung to the iron bands around my wrists.

He walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. All of the chains started to shorten up. As my feet started to leave teh ground I opened my mouth to scream. That's when I must've passed out, because I didn't even realize he had wrapped my legs around him.

He lifted me up a little and positioned me on his engorged throbbing cock. He slid into me. I was dry, but with every thrust there was a mix of blood and sweat.

The room was spinning. I couldn't hold my head up. Every time he pounded me into him, I could feel my flesh tearing. Tears were streaming down my face. He lifted my chin.

"I love you. I wanted to share this with you. It opens your senses."

His lips touched mine. His tongue probed into my mouth. It was the deepest he had ever kissed me. I clamped my ankles around him. Somehow everything faded away. I kissed him back violently. I felt I was in control. I pumped my self on his shaft. I was riding him.

Breathlessly I whispered, "I love you."

I could hear the chains clanking together. He was right, intense pain does awaken the senses. I felt my legs shiver. Moans filled my throat.

I didn't even notice the metal tip in the middle of my back. He thrusted deep into me. The dagger slid in between my shoulder blades. It had punctured my lung before I noticed it was sliding into me. I gasped. I couldn't breathe and blood was spurting out of my mouth with every breath. He plunged it into me. Again and again.

He straightened up and his whole body was stiff. I could feel him pulsate within me.

As my eyes began to fog, he kissed both my cheeks. Then as he kissed my forehead, he whispered, "I love you."