Dangerous Redemption

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

Among the many things I used to be, one of the most foolish was an atheist. This wasn’t a matter of strong conviction. It merely seemed the default position for one who’d never encountered anything the least bit supernatural. Then along came Julia, the hottest chick I’d ever picked up – or who’d ever picked me up.

Seeing her for the first time at an across-the-city nightclub made my mouth water, my heart pound and my knees go weak. After that, I was completely captivated. For weeks, I haunted the place, desperate for every glimpse.

Normally I’m attracted to either sculpted Amazons or mobile little sprites. But this was the exception that eradicated the rule. Of utterly average height and build, Julia was still head-to-toe outrageously gorgeous.

Her tiny waist accentuated by flaring hips and a bulbous ass, just as her hard flat belly made her big pointy t**s so much more prominent. Revealed by her various skimpy outfits her arms and legs were firmly muscled and her exposed skin without a mark. Her very short but still incredibly fetching hair was shiny as fresh tar, while her coffee-colored eyes mediated between that glossy black and the brownish bronze of her lively, lovely face. Big straight teeth flashed a shocking white when she bared them, and her diminutive nose made a perfect contrast to her strong jaw and haughty cheekbones.

Vibrant and abandoned, she dominated the dance floor. Her singular beauty and hot Latin passion were madly intoxicating. Every guy in the place competed to be her partner. I couldn’t believe it when after a month or more I finally found myself dancing with her one blessed Saturday evening.

Slim and wiry, barely an inch taller, I’m of European descent. Yet somehow, I’ve escaped the white-boy curse of being rhythmically challenged. The neighborhood girls taught me how to dance growing up, and I’m actually quite good at it. Still it was all but impossible to keep up with this incredibly alluring dervish.

Bumping and grinding salaciously against me, undulating like water and whirling like a top, she had me panting like a dog (and lusting like one too) in seconds. Yet for half an hour Julia kept this up, pushing my stamina and arousal far past previous limits. Finally, I seemed to pass some private test. When the last song lapsed, she gave me a satisfied smirk and clasped my hand even tighter.

“Come on, boy. Buy me a drink. I’m Julia.”

“Mark,” I managed, hardly able to credit this development. “I’d love to.”

She drew me after her toward the bar.

Clearly a respected regular, Julia forced her way to the front. Space was made for us, and she pounded her free fist down.

“Shots!” she demanded, “Cuervo Black, lemon and salt!”

Quickly they appeared before us.

Julia brought up our linked hands, licked her own and then suggestively wetted mine. Still not releasing me, she salted us both. Head swimming already, I followed her lead by picking up my glass with my free hand. Somehow, I found my guts and voice.

“Here’s to you, beautiful!” Deferentially I toasted her.

“Here’s to me,” she calmly agreed. Then again, following her lead I bent to our clasped hands to lick up the salt.

Her dark eyes stayed on me as we drew together, and my heart jumped as our cheeks brushed. Our licking tongues were less than an inch apart. Then we were tossing back the shots (oh boy did I need mine) and sucking on lemon wedges.

Still holding hands, we discarded the latter. Then without a flicker of expression, Julia made my life.

“Pay up. We’re going to my place. I’m going to f**k you.”

Somehow, I contained my amazed elation. This girl was unbelievable!

“Whatever you say, m’ lady,” I imagined I was being cool, not offering an honorific. But right away, she accepted it as such.

“Whatever I say,” she agreed again most seriously. Only I didn’t realize how serious she was until we’d made it to her house (isolated amid a block of abandoned industrial buildings) and upstairs into her rather creepily appointed bedroom.

There she lit over a dozen tall black candles, and put on some wildly jamming Carlos Santana. Then turned on me and violently ripped off all my clothes.

Popping buttons and tearing seams indiscriminately, she destroyed my stylish garments in seconds and then shoved me brusquely down onto her enormous bed. As I caught my breath, rode my whirling head and sought to process all this, Julia yanked open a nearby cabinet and produced two sets of shiny steel handcuffs.

Whoa!

What had I gotten myself into here? Somehow, I again found my voice.

“What-what-what are you going to do with those?” I stammered.

“What do you think I’m going to do, stupid?” Julia sneered. “I am going to chain you to my bed. And you ain’t f*****g leaving it until I’m damn good and done with you! In fact, I fully intend to f**k you absolutely senseless, until you’re out of your ridiculous mind. And if you value having anything left of that mind or even of your pathetic original self when I’m done, you had damn well better not ejaculate! At least not until I allow it. Believe me, failing me like that could cost you everything you have or ever will!”

Holy s**t! Was this chick serious?

Clearly she was. Yet as unnerving (and obviously foolish) as it was to let a total (not to mention possibly crazy) stranger incapacitate me, I couldn’t resist. Obviously such a dominant woman would not take no for an answer. So what else was I to do: run out naked on the finest piece of ass I’d ever seen, much less managed to hook up with? Forget about it! f*****g a girl this gorgeous was worth whatever it cost.

In fact, the unexpected even added a dangerous spice of excitement (as if I needed it) to this impossibly compelling encounter. My c**k was so hard it hurt as beautiful Julia locked each wrist into one cuff of her matching manacles. Then she spread my arms wide above me and linked the others to thick wooden bars (their finish extensively scarred) set into the solid oak headboard.

After that, I lay helpless in the middle of her sumptuous duck-down mattress, watched in disbelief as Julia picked up my ripped pants, and located my wallet. Without even a glance at me, she emptied it of cash. Stowing that thick sheaf of bills – s**t, almost half a week’s pay – into her purse, she paused to sniff up several sparkling lines of high-grade cocaine. No wonder she needed the money. Then she began to strip. Too (literally) captivated and intimidated to protest at being so blithely robbed, I settled for staring avidly at Julia’s heavenly body as it was bared. As anticipated (and perhaps even proper), this incredible sight was worth the seven hundred dollars or so she’d just taken.

Forget about what I’d already seen: her satiny Latin skin was the same unblemished, exquisite shade of bronze everywhere. But now that flawless flesh was gleaming bright gold in the candlelight, as though both burnished without and intrinsically lit from within. Her close-cropped hair hid nothing of this, and I eagerly drank in every inch. The curve of her neck, the set of her shoulders, the slender small of her back: these amazed and aroused me no less than her familiar well-muscled limbs, pear-shaped rear and firm, upswept, perfectly matched oversized breasts. So dark they seemed almost black, her finally revealed n*****s made big, hard, half-inch pegs centered on expansive alveoli. Glossy jet indeed was her trimmed-up pubic patch, and my fear-dry mouth watered at the sight of her finally revealed slit.

“Oh, my God, you’re so incredible,” I helplessly moaned, as Julia tossed her panties aside and purposefully approached the bed. Bounding atop my bound body and glaring down from only inches away she instantly corrected me.

“I am not your God!” she yelled. “I am your f*****g Goddess! And so you will always address me! And I am indeed incredibly incredible! You, on the other hand, are a weak, worthless male and pathetic peon! And I’m going to bless you far beyond belief tonight by using you for my every depraved pleasure!” Julia paused for a second, checking me for signs of rebellion. Finding none, she proceeded.

“Of course, this is an honor so far beyond your worth that you could spend an eternity in my service and never deserve it! Therefore, you will meekly submit to me absolutely! You will satisfy me completely if you ever wish to leave. Understood?”

Holy f**k, was she unnerving! Julia was so fearsomely beautiful, so implacably determined and steely unyielding! She scared the f*****g s**t out of me. Yet having that incredibly strong, springy body squashed atop mine instantly eradicated any last remnant of will I might have harbored. Julia’s surpassingly potent sexuality had enslaved me the instant I saw her after all. Now with her amazing body upon me it claimed me absolutely. Instantly subservient, I obeyed without blinking.

“Yes, Goddess!”

“Good. I am going to take you now!” Striking with the swiftness of a snake, Julia’s face suddenly darted down and her thick lips battened on mine. Thrusting her tongue inside me, she began kissing so aggressively that all I could do was open my mouth, accept, and enjoy that oral onslaught. For many long minutes, she hungrily devoured me, while I lay quiescent beneath her and felt my impossibly hard c**k throb.

Crushed flat by her straddling crotch, with my sensitive underside gripped by her slick groove, I moaned with maddening need and yet dared not even lift my hips. Already leaking pre-come I had no idea how I’d ever be able to hold off ejaculating once she actually started f*****g me. Apparently, I still had quite a while yet in which to worry about this though.

My new Goddess Julia seriously believed in foreplay. From voraciously probing the opening of my face, her mouth soon wandered down to fasten on my neck. There she began sucking like a starving vampire, ratcheting up our mutual excitement until I was keening with need. Reveling in that madly erotic draining sensation, I somehow found myself fantasizing about actually being such a victim.

Talk about kinky! Just by giving me hickies, Julia already had me belonging to her in the weirdest way. And the more angry red love-bites she left all over my throat, the more bizarre the fantasies that accompanied her ravenous suckling.

I was a tender young virgin, and she an ageless succubus. Being drained of my blood and soul simultaneously, I gladly entered into her eternal service without a care for what it cost me. I moaned as my humanity left me, reveling in being reduced to a mere empty shell. I was less than chattel, a mere shadow of a being forevermore in thrall to the dark deity claming me. Oh how madly horny she was making me! But at last, Julia finished feasting at my throat and moved down to attack my n*****s.

Not only did she lick and suck these. She bit and pulled them too. Seizing them in her teeth, she stretched them out from my body until I whimpered piteously. One after the other she aroused and abused these fundamental foci, until I found myself thrashing beneath her, turned on and pained in equal measure. More voracious by the minute Julia soon moved on to enjoy the rest of me – though not without leaving a potent reminder.

She slid up my body until she was straddling my belly, leaving my erection (wet with her discharge) to strain upward unattended. Reaching above me, she slid open one of three thin drawers set side by side in the headboard. From this, she withdrew a short length of fine steel chain with large toothed clamps at either end. Right away, she clipped each of these onto my tender erect n*****s, bringing an involuntary cry of pain from me. Then Julia again fell atop me, this time burying my face between her breasts.

Incredibly aggressive, she proceeded to maul me sexually. Twining her fists into my shoulder-length hair, she held my head tight and began twisting her torso violently side to side. Growling angrily she thrashed my face with those wonderfully sumptuous t**s: slapping my cheeks with their heavily hanging weight and scraping their large hard caps roughly against me. Pausing repeatedly to bury my mouth and nose in the silken press of her cleavage Julia smothered me to the point of autonomic panic before resuming her amazingly energetic battering. Finally, however she had a need I could not passively meet. She ceased her urgent twisting by pressing her taut left breast tightly against the lower half of my face, its protuberant n****e forcing its way between my lips. Naturally, I accepted this eagerly, and was only too happy to follow her harshly barked orders.