(Due to some unforeseen technical issues, I am wrapping up the Wicked Wednesday Series, a little late. But I hope you find this worth the wait. Presenting a tale from my own darkside…the devil is in the details. Hope you enjoy!)
The Halloween season always brought him to mind. It had been years since they’d been together. Regardless of space and time, he left an indelible mark on her psyche. This man, stirred her to the core unlike anyone else. And on this dark and desolate evening, she pined for him.
He was an enigma and almost seemed as if he was not of this world. Larger than life. There was a darkness within him that drew her in. It engulfed her like the flames and embers from hell itself. The burn….the wonderful slow burn.
I wonder where he is now, she thought to herself. And in the same breath, she dismissed the thought as a lost cause. He had moved far away and reconnecting would be difficult. For all she knew…he was married with kids and a lovely wife, living in the suburbs…blending in with the rest of society.
But again…this was him. He wasn’t the type to “blend in” anywhere. He was a different breed of man and not the type to settle down. She knew that type of personality well….as she found herself still single. She could never find anyone who understood and embraced her restless spirit.
After reliving their tumultuous affair in her mind, she decided to look him up online. It only took a few minutes and she found him. He was not married with kids. And he was not halfway across the country. He was less than an hour away. Her stomach stirred….her heart raced. What to do? Do I contact him…she thought. Do I leave it alone?
And before she knew it, her phone rang. There was no number, it simply read “unknown” and she surmised it was likely a telemarketer, as she had been bombarded with them since changing her number. After a few seconds, she noticed the caller left a voicemail message. And she also noticed it was after 10:00 pm…not a typical time for such calls.
She played the voicemail and immediately recognized the voice. It was dark and brooding. It was HIM! It had been less than fifteen minutes since she’d looked him up. Her cell number was new. How could he have found her so quickly? How did he know? Was he thinking of her too? It just seemed weird and predestined.
His message was short, “It’s me. You know who I am. I was just thinking of you and would love to talk. Call me.” Just hearing his voice gave her butterflies. She composed herself and dialed his number.
“Hello, Elise. I am happy you called.”
“Hello, Jude. How are you?” she asked
“Better now. I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately. I would love to see you. When can we meet?” he was direct and to-the-point, as always.
Taken aback and burning with excitement, she managed to stutter her response, “I am free tomorrow, if you are?”
He paused for a few seconds, “That works, but I was thinking about now.”
She looked around at the disarray in her house. She had been working long hours all week and hadn’t tidied up at all. There’s no way she could have him over, but she found herself saying, “Okay. Good”
“Great. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” And before she could respond, he hung up the call. Does he even know where she lives? She attempted to call him back and the number he gave her was not valid. What the hell?
She got herself ready. She recalled what he liked her to wear…corsets. She fumbled through her lingere chest and found the perfect one. It was black lace with silver accents. It laced up in the back. She shimmied herself into it, tying it as tightly as she could. She looked at herself in the mirrot. “wow…i’ve still got it” she muttered. She drew closer to her reflection. Her eyes looked funny. The hazel/green color looked darker. Before she could look any longer, her phone rang.
“Is this Elise?” it was a woman’s voice on the line.
“Yes, it is. Who is this?” she asked. After all it was almost 11:00 pm.
“I am Jude’s driver. I am in route to pick you up. Are you ready?”
“Yes, well almost. I will be in a few minutes.” and the phone went silent.
Moments later, she heard a knock at the door. Standing there was a tall blond woman wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater, black skirt and boots. She was gorgeous. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail and her skin was as white as porcelain. Her eyes were dark and her lips were red.
She grabbed her keys, purse and phone and followed his driver.
The driver ushered her into a large black SUV. She felt the tightness of the corset through her black dress. Her stilettos looked amazing with the dress. She felt sexy in her clothes. She wondered if he would approve.
And just then, her phone rang. It was him.
“Did Tasha pick you up?” he asked.
“Yes. You must be very important to have your own driver.” she jeered.
He laughed and said, “I will see you soon, Elise.”
Elise had no idea where she was going. The driver mentioned the location, but it was not anywhere that Elise recognized. They crossed over a river on a old rickety bridge. It rattled and swayed as they made their way to the other side.
“That’s it up ahead.” Tasha said.
There was a stone wall around the property and the wrought iron gate squeaked as it opened for them to pass through. The house was enormous. It looked like a medieval castle, or a royal estate. She was puzzled. She didn’t recall him being wealthy. The last time they saw each other, he lived in a loft apartment on the river.
“What kind of work does Jude do?” she asked the driver.
Tasha replied, “He’s into a lot of different things. He’s very good at what he does.”
And just like that, she pulled into the side garage. He was standing there to greet her.
“Hello, Elise.” he held out his hand and helped her out of the vehicle. He was still as handsome as before. He was wearing all black also. His physique was perfect. She could tell by the way he looked at her that he liked what he saw. “It’s been a long time. You look great. Just as I remembered. Come with me, I’ll show you in.”
They entered the large dining room. The table was huge and could easily seat 40 or more. There was a place set for the two of them. He guided her over to her place and pushed her chair to the table.
“I thought we would have a light meal as we catch up.”
She was speechless. It was almost too much. The house…no the mansion was gorgeous…the stuff of celebrities. The meal before them looked to be gourmet. And he was as striking as always. Tall. Dark. Brooding. He hadn’t changed at all. In fact, he looked like he had aged in reverse.
They ate as they caught up on the last 10 years. He spoke of his new business and how he been very fortunate to land a couple of profitable deals that lead to his success. She told him about finishing her Masters degree and opening up a counseling center to help troubled children. They chatted on an on, picking right up where they left off. The chemistry between them felt more intense than before.
“Were you surprised to hear from me tonight?”
She smiled shyly, “Yes and no. I was actually looking you up online when you called me. How did you get my number?”
He grinned, “I have my ways.”
“How did you know where I live? You’re not a stalker are you?” she joked.
“No I am not a stalker.” His tone was a bit different. He moved in closer to her. He moved her hair back from her neck and whispered, “No, Elise. I am not a stalker. I conjured you”
She snickered, “You conjured me? Ha! Maybe I conjured you! I have been thinking of you a lot lately.”
He was very serious, “Yes I know. That’s how I was able to find you. Your thoughts led me to you.”
She was beginning to get a bit creeped out. Had he gone mad since she last saw him. What the hell was he talking about???
“You don’t remember, do you?” he asked.
“Remember what?” she asked.
“Your promise to me. What you promised to give me?” he said.
Her mind was racing. What had she promised him so many years ago? What was it he wanted from her? They were never really a couple. They were more of a physical thing. He was a sadist who found pleasure in pushing her limits. There was no real relationship. They fed off of each other. Their sex was ethereal and molten hot. But she began a serious relationship with another and they soon went their separate ways. She tried to piece together their last encounter.
“I don’t remember. I am sorry. What did I promise you?” she nervously asked.
He laughed and took her face into his hands. He kissed her and she was transformed back to their last tryst. She was tied to his bed, legs spread wide as he poured hot wax all over her form. The sting was painful and sweet and he tormented her for what felt like hours. He asked her, “who do you belong to?”
She could hear herself…from 10 years ago, say, “I belong to you.”
“Do I have your mind? Your body? Your soul?” he asked.
In a breathless whisper, she said, “Yes. You have all of me.”
He pulled away from kissing her and looked deep into her eyes. “Now do you recall? You promised me your soul. Now I am here to collect, Elise. I want you. All of you. Give yourself to me.”
She felt an ominous sense of fear and trepidation as she asked, “Who are you, Jude? Who are your really? Tell me.”
He chuckled, “Oh Elise, you know who I am. You’ve always known.”
She felt his hand around her throat as she blacked out. When she awoke she was bound to his bed, as like ten years before. He was staring at her naked body. There was a look in his eyes. He wanted her. And as terrified as she was, she wanted him.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her voice was trembling in fear.
“I am going to fuck you, Elise. I’ve never stopped thinking of you. I want you to be here. With me. Will you be mine forever?”
Before she took another breath, she said, “Yes”
He entered her in one movement and she felt ecstasy unlike anything before. She had an orgasm, instantly. Followed by another and another. He ravaged her and she welcomed him into her body with each thrust. And as he unloaded inside her, her entire life played before her eyes. She saw her entire existence. From birth on. He could see it too, after all he had been there the entire time. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting to take her.
And now he had her. She was his. Mind. Body.