Chain Of Pleasure

Rosie went blind when she was thirteen. The doctor called it 'Hysterical Blindness', from watching a traumatizing event. She didn't remember what that even was after thirteen years, she had been so consumed with getting by without her parents, as a blind woman in a world that didn't care about her handicap. She was worried about getting by on her own, not why she went blind in the first place. She managed to get a job, make a best friend that cared more about her than she did sometimes. But life as a waitress only took you so far and Rosie was getting bored with life, like she had many options. Then he came in, one late night, at the end of her shift. Casey was busy in the back packing up leftovers for the both of them to take home, and Rosie was washing plates when she heard the bell ring on the bar. "One second," her voice was small and she had to clear her throat. "Sorry, I said one second." "I heard ya." Her shoulders tensed but she didn't really know why. Maybe it was how deep his voice was. Like, seriously, his voice was the deepest she had ever heard in her life. But she hummed as she finished off the plates, putting them in the strainer and then she dried her hands off on her apron, smiling in the direction she knew he was. She heard the stool grate against the tiles and furrowed her brow, hearing a zipper rattle and the creak of leather. "What would you like," she whispered. A beat. "Don't you need a pen and paper?" She chuckled. "Sir, even if I had one I couldn't write. I'm blind." "Great," he grumbled. Her smile faded. "I'm sorry sir, I can get the other server…" Silence. Well, not really silence, there was Casey singing to a faint song – horribly, might Rosie add. There was still the patter of rain on the windows and all that jazz, but then there was the softest chuckle, from the man. He was chuckling…why? Rosie shuffled awkwardly, feeling a little out of place and kind of embarrassed. She wished he would say something, anything, so she didn't feel like such a fool for no reason. "Oh sweetheart," she jumped as his hand covered hers on the edge of the bar – jesus, he had big hands. "No…no, I want you." She should have known there was more than one meaning to that. She just thought he wanted her to get him a cup of coffee. They're in her apartment. They're in the entrance hall of her apartment. And he is not gentle, pushing her hard against the wall, pausing to admire the way she shutters, back straight against floral wall paper. Her eyes are closed and her hair is wild; he ripped out her pony-tail when they had crested over the doorway of her apartment building. She was scared – but she had told him to come home with her. Her fingertips dug into the wall as she trembled, knees buckled in towards each other. "Damn," Edward muttered, lunging at her again. She whimpers as his lips connect roughly with hers, surely bruising them. His fingers press hard, running up her jaw line into her hair, gripping the tender roots forcefully. She shudders and arches into the wall, her chest pressing against his, her right knee c*****g. He opens his eyes and watches the ripple of her lids as her eyes move behind them, searching, scared. He smiles against her lips and untangles his fingers from her hair, fumbling with her thighs and pulling her legs up around his waist before he goes for her throat. He grabs onto it with his right hand and works his left hand up her blouse. She knocks her head back as he cups her breast in his hand, sending pleasurable shocks up her spine as his fingers tease her through the thin fabric of her bra. He smirks as she rocks her hips against his; he was always so good at this, and she was so perfect. Pretty, sturdy, compliant – blind. She had been when he met her, at a diner off the interstate. Sam was doing research on their latest case – something to do with a poltergeist they had been having trouble taking care of – and Edward decided to swing by, get some dinner. And she had been there, in her pretty pink uniform, getting ready to clock off her shift. He had coaxed her into talking to him after a shaky start and she had asked him to take her home, whispered if he wanted to go inside. She had plenty of chances to tell him to leave and honestly, he may be a predator – and he knew that was what he was – but he would have left if she had told him to. Of course, she would have had to beg a little first…maybe suck him off. He laughed and she tensed, her thighs pulsing and he ground himself against her, crotch-to-crotch. Her chest convulsed and she let him pull her arms around his neck while he attacked hers; she held on for dear life. He backed away from the wall, looking through her hair to maneuver around the apartment. It was tiny, narrow, and all hard wood. The walls were floral and the couches looked antique – just like the four-poster bed he dropped her onto. He peeled himself away from her, watching her grip the sheets tightly and bend her knees, giving him a good view up her skirt – no panties. He grinned again. Just…lovely… He stalked around the bed slowly, quietly, and listened to her shuddering breaths as she waited for him to strike from wherever he was. Her ears strained to find him but he moved perfectly and the floorboards were beautifully in sync with him – they did not creak. "Take off your shirt," he murmured, voice echoing around the room. She jumped and then hesitated, leaning back on her left elbow to work the buttons of her blouse open with her right hand. The thin cotton slid down her breasts, making Edward almost purr in satisfaction when it exposed the baby-blue lace bra she wore. He stopped on the right side of the bed, watching her wait for him. Afraid and anticipating. He reached out and cupped her breast in his palm; she let her head drop back, chest heaving in pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praised her, pulling his hand away despite the whine in her throat. "Now I want you to get on your knees…" She hesitated and turned her head towards him but she had her head craned too high. "Wh-What?" He growled. "Get. on. your. knees." She did so smoothly, having a difficult time with the soft bed beneath her; it made Edward smirk as she fumbled to stay upright a few times. "Now what," she whispered. Aw, she was so cute. He reached out with a smile – one she couldn't see – and he ran a hand over her hair. She wasn't shivering anymore, she was ready. What fun. He gripped the hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward, crashing her lips against his. Their breath began to get heavy again, she was getting bold enough to reach for him. He pulled away abruptly and slapped her hands away, glaring though she couldn't see. She fumbled backwards, knees bent under her, and he groaned at her heaving chest. Her brow was furrowed and she looked ready to pout, but the fear was back in her features and he liked that. "You don't do anything unless I instruct you otherwise," he growled, licking his bottom lip. "Now, get back up to your knees," he began to pull on his belt, dropping it to the floor. It was almost cute as she scrambled to her knees again, wobbling in her efforts on the bed. She shuddered as he dropped his pants and caressed the top of her head, hand slowly stroking down to her shoulder and brushing off. It was all about the teasing with him, he just wanted her to squirm just a little longer, have her near begging for it. "You're not gonna..." She trailed off and swallowed while he palmed himself, watching her with pin point pupils. "You're not gonna...stick it in my mouth...are you?" He raised an eyebrow, seeing true terror on her face. Again, he may have been a predator, but he wouldn't r**e this girl. Obviously someone had forced her to suck them off somewhere along the road, probably after she was blind or when she was young. "No, baby doll," she let out a shuddering breath of relief. "We're just gonna have some fun," he paused. "But I won't take any s**t from you, got it?" She nodded mutely and he smirked, reaching forward and around her, slick left hand leaving a quick trail across her back as he unclasped her bra. She and her n*****s stiffened when he pulled it away, a whistle caught between his teeth. He dropped the bra onto the floor and braced his right hand flat against her chest, pushing her back. She willingly went down and the gasped, back arching as his fingers immediately snaked up her skirt, hitting home on the first try. "Edward," his name was a mix of a breath and a moan as her hips thrust down on his fingers once. He wasn't moving, he was watching her slowly breaking. She bit her lip and moaned, wanting to thrust down on his hand but he had his other hand on her throat. Finally, his thumb stroked over her inflamed clit and she let out a noise that sounded like a cry. She shuddered as he did it again, his index finger twisting and hooking up into her, his middle finger twitching and stroking what he could. "Come on baby," he whispered against her throat, his tongue teasing the edge of her jaw line. She whimpered, fingers digging into the sheets instead of his skin like she craved. She just wanted to touch him, this was far more personal than he wa trying to make it. "Aah," she crooned, eyelids squeezing tight and walls convulsing around his fingers. "A-ah Edward," she had to crane her head against him. He didn't stop her, he just kept teasing her to the point where she felt uncomfortable down there. But she didn't protest, her o****m was stretched because of his ministrations so she most definitely was sticking to this and refraining from protesting. But, no sooner had the thought fluttered through her mind, he pulled his hands away, from her throat and nether regions. His lips attached to hers and she was more than responsive. He flipped up her skirt, not bothering with taking it off; she was glad she had snuck into the bathroom and tossed her panties, her energy had said she wouldn't need them. Boy was she right. She cried out when he thrust into her, it was almost brutal in its entrance. He didn't stop though, he stroked her through the pain. Her legs c****d, knees straight up on either side of him, his body sliding an inch closer to her. Her right hand reached up, fingers curling as far as they could around his bicep. The sheets were beginning to chaff on the small of her back, but after the second o****m, she didn't care anymore. She didn't have much experience in s*x. In fact, Edward was the third man she had slept with, the first two were...less than pleasant. She bit her lip, swallowing down the bile that rose at the thought and arched, her body now exhausted with the new shudders wracking her tiny frame. "Ah, f**k," Edward groaned, pressing his forehead into the bed beside her head, tugging at some of her hair but she was trying to close her mouth around the silent moan on her lips. "Ah...ah f**k," he grunted, hips thrusting sporadically. And then it happened. She felt him flood her insides. It settled a dreadful thought in her head and she had to ask. "Condom," she whispered. After a moment of catching his breath he tried to sit up but just ended up twisting his lips towards her ear. "What?" "Condom, Edward," she whispered meekly. "You didn't use a condom." After another beat, he chuckled and finally pulled out of her, only moving to her side. "Doesn't matter," he yawned. She tightened her fingers in the sheets. "Okay..."   ~~~ He never liked waking up in a girls place. He grumbled as he pulled his head out of the sheets – God damn they smelled like s*x – and looked over at Rosie. She was curled on the edge of the bed, in a tight ball and she was softly snoring. He smacked his lips a couple of times, tasting sleep, and pulled the sheets back to stand. The bathroom was close and he thanked the Lord for that because he had to piss like a Russian race horse at the Kentucky derby. As he flushed the toilet he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and his lips twitched as he ran his fingertips over his chest, over the raised, red welps and then grabbed his right shoulder and pulled, looking at his back. "Damn, b***h is a scratcher," he chuckled. He looked into the room and watched her roll over in bed, breathing in deeply through her nose. He rounded the bed to her side, pulling the sheets back a little to see he hadn't left a single mark on her back. He could have swore he dug into some flesh at some point, must have imagined it. He jostled her head a little, raising an eyebrow at the bruises up her throat and her jaw line. Okay, he had made several impressions. She hiccupped, which almost made him laugh because it scared her awake. "Edward," she whispered. "Yeah," he reached for his clothes. "I'm leaving." "Wait," she sat up quickly, shaking her head; must have gotten a head rush, damn didn't that boost his ego. "Wait, where are you going?" He tugged on his clothes, grunting as he did so. "Gotta pick up my little brother." "Your little brother," her brow furrowed. "Yeah," he rolled his eyes. "My little brother, we're only in town for a few days and I just wasted one with you," well, he wouldn't call it wasting. As he headed for the door, she spoke up, eyes still closed as she held her sheet against her chest; like she had anything to hide from him, he had seen that and more last night. "Maybe you can stop back by again sometime." He smirked. "I like that idea."