Chamber of the Sweet Rose, prelude

For the first time since she was a teenager, Jade found the sea calling to her, pleading with her to become one with it. The full white dress she had chosen to wear was flowing and billowing around her legs on the night breeze, as was her hair. She took a deep breath, the scent of the sea filling her senses completely as she stared hypnotically into the raging waves, feeling the power of the sea, of nature.

As she was about to let herself fall to her savior, she suddenly felt a presence. She looked around her quickly - startled but unafraid. There was no one near whom she could see. She looked towards the waves again, and then she heard it, a low voice calling to her. Turning to find the owner of the voice, she found herself facing him.

Jade gazed deep into the stranger’s eyes, feeling as if she knew him from somewhere but knowing she’d never before met him. He didn’t speak at first, didn’t reach out to touch her, and yet she could feel him all around her, could hear his thoughts speaking for him, invading her own thoughts. For several moments they stood upon the cliff, the sound of the crashing waves echoing around them, the moonlight enveloping them.

“Don’t be afraid,” he finally spoke.

“I’m not,” she replied honestly.

His hand reached out, the heat of his fingers scorching her cheek as he tenderly brushed the tips against her. She stepped closer, unconscious of her own movement. His hand pressed against her cold cheek as he continued to gaze at her tear-filled eyes.

“But you’re afraid of something, or someone,” he continued as Jade lowered her eyes from the intensity of his. She didn’t answer, just closed her eyes as his thumb traced over her bottom lip. Confusion slipped into her mind as she realized that she wasn’t afraid of his touch. For several years she had always been afraid of physical touch, to the point of becoming ill. The stranger took a step closer, tilting her head so that she would look up at him again.

“You’ve never known true love or passion - only lust and possessiveness,” he stated knowingly. Jade nodded, her lips quivering as she felt his breath against her.

“Let me show you passion,” his suggestion wasn’t a question, but rather almost a quiet demand - one that she found she couldn’t turn down. Again she found herself nodding, her lips whispering the word “yes” just as he lowered his mouth to hers, his kiss soft and tender, seeking, promising more then she’d ever experienced.

Backing away just slightly from her, Jade saw a flash of metal in his hands. Her eyes widened as she took a step back, staring into his eyes. The fear instantly subsided as she saw the look in his deep dark eyes. She watched as he unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his shirt, her heart pounding as he brought the dagger to his own flesh. Her eyes gazed deep into his as he made a small cut just a few inches under his collarbone, her eyes moving down to watch the blood trickle from the wound. His strong fingers moved to the back of her neck, holding her gently as he guided her closer to him.

“Drink from me,” he ordered gently, his voice a low whisper.

Jade hesitated for a moment, sighing softly as the man’s fingers slowly caressed her neck, easing the uncertainty she was feeling. Her tongue darted out, flicking against a drop of blood as it scorched down his chest. She licked up against the trail, moaning as she felt a power surge through her that she had never before felt. Suddenly feeling as though she were starving, she brought her mouth to his chest eagerly, hungrily sucking at the wound, tasting him, feeling his heart pound hard against her lips, his energy coursing through her.

She felt herself grow dizzy as the taste of him burned through her and she clung to him even tighter, sucking and licking urgently at his chest, feeling herself grow hotter the more she drank from him. She felt him shiver, his hands almost trembling as he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from him slightly. She glanced up at him, uncertainty clouding her eyes once more. She saw his look waver, as if the whole experience was too much for him, then suddenly the strong assured tender look was there again, gazing back at her.

With a once again steady hand, the tender stranger brought the dagger up to her chest, just above her breast, pressing it lightly against Jade’s smooth flesh as he stared intently into her cloudy eyes. A tremble flowed through her as she held his gaze, stepping closer, feeling the blade pressing tighter to her.

“Let me taste you?” This time it was a question, one that wasn’t pressuring. In response to his whispered request, she arched her back slightly, wincing slightly as the sharp blade lightly cut into her.

“Please,” she whispered into the cool night air, and he obliged, slowly dragging the blade across her satiny skin. She stifled a whimper, closing her eyes tightly, trying to hide the searing pain. Jade felt the man’s grip on her neck tighten protectively, reassuringly, and relaxed, letting herself feel the hot blood drip down her. Once again he tilted her head so that she would look at him, their eyes locked as he neared her, dipping his head to her chest, drinking hungrily from her. All the heat within her surged and boiled, pooling between her legs as she rocked against him in sudden desperate desire. She could suddenly see his thoughts, visions so intense and dark they made her weak. A shimmering black blanket seemed to close in around her and in the darkness she heard his low deep whisper as he asked again, “Will you let me show you passion?”

The Tease

Jenna grinned devilishly. She knew that Patrick was watching her from beyond the etched glass doors separating the master bedroom and bathroom. She swayed her hips gently to the music, sliding her jeans over her hips slowly. Her shirt soon followed, and she carefully took her time in folding the clothing, laying them on the counter beside the sink. Slipping out of her panties and bra, she slipped on the oversized white shirt Patrick had been kind enough to borrow her.

Patrick had taken her to his house after they had gotten caught in a thunderstorm as they were both jogging through the park, and although he didn't know the young blonde all that well, he knew his place was closer then hers and that she had to get out of her wet clothes. So together they had jogged to small but elegant home, and he had lent her some clothing, planning on bringing her to her apartment as soon as her clothing had dried. But now, as he watched her changing clothes, he realized that he didn't want to take her to her own home. Secretly he wondered if she would believe him if he told her his dryer had broke down.

With a small sway of her hips, Jenna slowly walked out of the bathroom, her hair hanging in wet tendrils down her shoulders and back. Getting closer then was necessary, she handed her clothes to Patrick. As she leaned over slightly, he realized that she had left a few top buttons undone and his breath caught in his throat as he got a glimpse of her cleavage. Rising quickly from the bed he headed towards the door, needing to get a little space between him and the petite blonde.

"I'll just get these into the dryer" he mumbled, leaving the room quickly. Jenna smiled secretly. She had wanted this man since the first time she had seen him in the park, and had made sure to time her outings to when she knew he would be there. Normally she drove to the park, but this time she had chosen to jog there, her car having been broke down the last couple days. But, she couldn't have planned it better, had she known the storm would hit. Grinning, she left the bedroom and strolled into the living room, settling herself onto the large soft couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Tugging at the hem of the shirt, she made sure most of her upper thighs were covered by the thin white material.

Patrick came into the room, having put her clothes into the dryer, trying not to spend too much time staring at the small lace bra and panties. His blood surged south quickly as he saw her curled up on his couch, her slender legs hidden beneath her, her arm resting on the arm of the sofa, her cheek resting in her hand. His eyes glanced at the ivory skin until it disappeared beneath his shirt. "This is going to be one hell of a long night" he muttered under his breath.

Jenna looked up at the sound of him entering the room and smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you so much for helping me," She stated softly, her eyes never leaving his, her gaze just as filled with desire as his were.

"No problem," He forced a smile, brushing off her gratitude as he seated himself in the recliner at the other end of the room. He picked up the remote control, turning the television on, trying desperately to concentrate on something other then the small sexy woman.

"I'm a bit thirsty," She stated hesitantly, "Mind if I get myself something to drink?" Patrick silently cursed himself for not being a good host and was about to rise from the chair. She stood up and walked closer to him, heading towards the kitchen.

"No need to get up," she said smiling, "I can get it." Patrick hesitated, then felt her fingers on his chest, lightly pushing him back down to the chair. "You've done more then enough," She assured and turned to the kitchen, leaving Patrick to stare at the lovely sway in her walk. She emerged a few moments later, carrying a glass of ice water, and glanced at Patrick with a small grin on her face. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh, I'm ok" Patrick lied, forcing what he wanted to say away from his voice.

"Ok," She shrugged and headed back towards the couch. Setting her glass on the small stand, she leaned over to rearrange the pillows. The shirt she wore slipped up, exposing more thigh. Patrick couldn't take anymore, god help him, he needed this little minx. His body went rigid and he dropped the remote on the floor, not daring to stand up, or move to retrieve it.

"My god Jenna," was all he could seem to utter, and Jenna quickly straightened, turning towards him. She noticed the tension on his face, his body strained, his eyes clouded over with passion and need. She stepped closer to him again, bending over to pick up the remote, taking her time as she felt his eyes traveling up her legs, stopping at her rear which she knew was just barely exposed by her bending. Suddenly she felt his hands on her wrists as he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him, bringing her down over his lap, his need pressing against her side as she hung over him.

Patrick slid his hand down the back of his shirt, feeling her tremble against him. Jenna didn't fight him, instead glanced up at him in hot desire, her lower lip quivering as his hand moved across her rear, slowly pulling the shirt up, exposing her flesh to him. His hand smoothed over her ass, then left, no longer touching her. Jenna whimpered slightly, wanting to feel him again, when suddenly his hand came down, connecting with her bare skin, causing her to jump slightly and rock against him. Again he brought his hand down, and again, watching as her flesh turned pink from the spanking. She flexed her legs, her muscles twitching in her thighs as she whimpered and rocked faster against him. Her desire grew, and she could feel the heat between her thighs grow.

Finally the slaps stopped and he laid his hand against her hot flush skin, caressing softly. She looked up at him again, whimpering a small plea. He smiled softly into her eyes, his hand dipping between her legs, a groan escaping his lips as his touch connected with her wet heat. Slowly he traced the delicate folds, his finger slipping into her need as she moaned softly. Gently he slid another finger inside her, then another, his fingers curling and straightening inside her, then he thrust them deep, raising his hips up against her side, letting her feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Her eyes closed tightly as he pulled his fingers almost out of her, then thrust again, deeper, harder. His movements quickened, driving into her hard and fast, his own need grinding against her desperately.

Jenna bucked against him, crying out as the pressure inside her burst, her hot satisfaction flowing around his fingers as he slowed him thrusting, his other hand smoothing over her soft hair as she trembled and rocked to his touch. He slid his fingers from inside her, moving them up to the sweet nub, caressing softly but quickly in tight circles, groaning deep as he felt her pleasure rise again.

"Please," She begged, gazing up at him, squirming against his touch, "Please Patrick, I need you inside me."

Patrick groaned again, grabbing her roughly, pulling her up from his lap. She helped him free himself from his running pants as she straddled him, her fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. She rubbed the tip of his need over her wetness, smiling at him as she bit her bottom lip, trying to control the need inside her long enough to tease him just a bit. She slipped the tip of him just barely inside her, then pulled him out, again rubbing his cock over her hot desire.

A low growl came from within Patrick and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him, his other hand clutching her hip tight as he thrust himself hard and deep into her, holding himself there for a moment, burying his head against her neck. Slowly he began to move inside her, thrusting gently as he tried to control his hunger. Her fingers raked against his chest and she caught his ear lobe between her lips, sucking softly. His control snapped and he took hold of both of her hips, bring her down on him hard and fast, then lifting her slightly, then thrusting deep yet again.

Taking her deeper and faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down to him again and again, she kissed him hard, moaning against his lips, her body tightening around him, her muscles gripping him as he throbbed and moved inside her. Pulling away from his lips suddenly she cried out again, her fingers pressing into the muscles of his shoulders, her nails digging into him. He buried his face against her neck again, groaning deep, harshly whispering her name as he thrust himself deep again and held himself there, his release hard and fast.

Several moments later, both of them trembling and fighting for air, his arms wrapped around her and held her tight against him, his lips softly kissing her head.

Reunion

Ali gazed out the window, watching the retreating form of Greg. She sighed, bringing her eyes back to the man sitting across from her. Brett reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

"He gave you his room key, Ali. Use it."

"He's pissed at me, Brett." She laid her head dramatically on the table.

The two were at a reunion of sorts, as was Greg. The three of them and about a dozen others staying in the same hotel, had all been friends back in their college days. Ten years had past since most of them had seen each other, and so they decided to get together again. They made their own little reunion, reserving a block of rooms at a small hotel.

Brett and Ali had been good friends years earlier. And while they hadn't spoken in a decade, that friendship had remained. They had quickly fallen back into laughing and talking and hugging. It was this laughing and talking and hugging that Greg had seen, and had gotten upset about.

Just a couple hours before, Ali had realized she still felt very physically attracted to the other man. Greg was three years older than her, and had been her first. And suddenly here he was, still well built and incredibly sexy. And she could tell he felt the chemistry, too. Especially when he handed her his room key and gave her a standing invitation to come see him - even if just to talk.

And she'd planned on using it. Until now. She found herself feeling guilty that he'd seen her embracing Brett.

Brett chuckled at her dramatics and flicked her on the top of her head with his finger.

"Go see him."

Ali looked up with a scowl. "I'll think about it." Hugging her friend, she went out his patio door to the pool area, quickly crossing over to her own room. She sat on her bed for a few seconds, then paced the floor, then sat on the edge of the bed again. With a deep breath and another sigh, she decided to take the risk. Grabbing his room key, she slipped out the front door of her room.

Her hands were trembling as she stood in front of his door, the key card in position to be swiped. She tried working up the courage to unlock the door, to risk his anger, to risk him kicking her right back out the door.

Suddenly a hand was over hers, steadying it; a hot breath on her neck. She could feel the hard muscles of this thighs pressed against her. Greg didn't speak, simply helped her pull the key card through the slot, and opened the door, his other hand on her hip, gently guiding her into his room.

Ali was still trembling, but she wasn't sure if it was because his presence had startled her, or because she was afraid of him, or because she wanted him so desperately. But she didn't care to think about it. Instead, she turned just slightly in his arms, looking up into his eyes just as his lips came down on hers. His kiss was hard and passionate, his tongue pressing its way between her parted lips, his grip on her hip tightening. She returned his kiss just as feverishly, sucking his lower lip lightly between hers, her hand moving up to around his neck, pulling him down tighter against her kiss.

Greg groaned deep as she ground her hips against him. He stepped forward another step, then another, until Ali could feel the mattress against the back of her knees. He guided her back onto the bed, his lips not leaving hers. As soon as he had her laying, he worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse. His lips left hers, kissing and nipping across her jaw and down her neck.

Her breathing quickened as his mouth moved lower, across to one breast. He undid the front clasp of her bra effortlessly, his hands quickly replacing the thing garment. She writhed beneath him as he lazily rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. He smiled up at her, then clasped his mouth over the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it hungrily, his teeth grazing over her flesh. Ali whimpered. Greg's mouth moved to the other breast, repeating the torture, as Ali rocked against him. Finally pulling his mouth from her breasts, he began kissing down her stomach.

"No!" Ali cried out suddenly. Greg looked up at her confused. "I need you," she explained. When that didn't seem to clarify, she continued, "I need you inside me." her words came out slowly, on each breath. "Now," she added. Greg dipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers quickly moving to her hot need. A moan came from deep within him as he felt just how much she needed him.

"God, you're so wet," he spoke, slipping two fingers inside her. He kissed back up her chest and neck, finally claiming her lips once against as his fingers danced inside her. Her hips rocked faster and harder, grinding against his hand, her fingers scratching hard down his back as the pressure continued to build inside her.

He reached between them with his free hand, quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips. She helped him, then moved her hand to the front, helping free him. His cock was so hard. She stroked it, loving the hard steel feel of it, loving the way he gasped at her touch.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and brought it quickly and roughly above her head, pinning it under his own hand. Reluctantly moving his fingers from inside her, he pushed her skirt up and moved between her legs. He claimed her lips yet again, kissing her hard as he thrust himself deep inside her in one smooth stroke. She cried out, meeting his thrust, kissing him back desperately.

He held himself there for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion, then slowly started sliding himself in and out of her, each movement tormenting and pleasing at the same time. She knew she was going to cum soon, could feel herself climbing higher. He felt it too, quickening his pace, pulling away from her lips so he could watch her.

She bit her lip, attempting to stifle the cry as she suddenly tipped over the edge, cumming hard and fast, her fingers grasping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The feel of her body suddenly clenching him, quivering around him, he too went over that edge.

He again held himself deep inside her, his fingers shaking as they stroked her cheek. She was still pulsing around him, her legs trembling against his. He rolled over, careful to stay in her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.