Perfectly Normal
Perfectly Normal
(book two in The Beast series)
a
dark erotic novel
by
Jaden Wilkes
Copyright © 2014 by Jaden Wilkes.
Perfectly Normal. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Dedicated to the ghosts of hobbies past. I’m sorry, sad little garden, but I no longer have time to care for you.
Photography? I make attempts to contact you, but my beautiful lenses are gathering dust on the shelf.
Painting? Whatever, we broke up a while ago and you haven’t come back.
Everything else? Well clearly I can’t remember you so we obviously didn’t have much in common. And let’s face it, cheese making, I sucked at you. I could never get it right, my mozzarellas were too runny and my cheddar a bore.
To my family, thank you for your continued patience and support. And Mr. Wilkes, I owe you a weekend getaway at this point. Let’s make plans. ;)
To my street team…you’re awesome! I don’t want to single anyone out in case I forget a name in the ever growing list of people who support me and promote me. Just know that fuck yes, I appreciated every last one of you perverted bitches. :D
To my readers, I am continually humbled by your love of my stories. Keep reading, keep sending me emails, and keep stalking me…without you, I would simply be screaming words into a windstorm. They only become meaningful when they reach you.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
“Harder, faster!” the concierge barked at Columbia as she rushed him, raining blows upon him in her best effort to knock him to the ground. “I want you to come after me like you mean it!”
She failed. Her best effort failed again.
“I’ll never get this,” she said and threw her hands up in frustration. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong." She wasn’t used to wanting something so bad,to learn something so fiercely. Until a couple of short months ago, Columbia had simply existed, and this desire for
more
was entirely new to her.
“You have to get it, or one day you will die,” the concierge told her and looked her up and down, fi
nding her lacking. She was sweating and breathing heavy but he didn’t even have a sheen on his skin to indicate he was working hard.
“I know that,” she retorted, “and I want to get it, I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. M
aybe I should just stick with a gun.”
“You aren’t putting your all
into it,” the concierge said and pursed his lips. “You don’t quite understand it yet...this is a matter of life or death. You will learn to defend yourself or you will die. A gun won’t help you unless you know how to kill a man with your bare hands. We don’t keep them around for this very reason, it makes you lazy and dependent on a tool instead of yourself.”
Columbia sighed and looked out over the city. They were living in another penthouse, this one in Hong Kong. The rooftop was larger and built of concrete with lovely manicured garden patches here and there. They were currently practicing in the open tiled area next to the infinity pool. Columbia still didn’t feel comfortable swimming in it, with the illusion that it continued over the side of the building. She
felt light headed every time she and Dimi used it, especially when he pinned her against the edge and fucked her from behind, the lights of the city spreading out beneath them.
“Daydreaming doesn’t help you either, little girl. Now straighten your back and come at me again. Kill me with your bare hands,” the concierge said, a sneer on his lips.
Columbia knew he didn’t quite like her yet. She supposed he would eventually, but it would take time. It had been years of just the two of them, and he was unused to sharing Dimitri’s attention.
“Fine, let me catch my breath,” she said, spun around and attacked, hoping to catch him
off guard.
“Nice try,” the concierge said as a sardonic laugh tumbled from his lips. He grabbed her arm as she tried to throat punch him, hooked his leg behind her knee and had her on her back in the beat of her heart.
“Dammit!” Columbia exclaimed as the concierge stood above her, sunk down, straddled her and pushed her hands over her head.
He looked her right in the eyes and said, “Bang, you’re dead for the hundredth time today. You need to feel how important this is. You aren’t sitting at home sucking on your mother’s teat any more, little girl. This is real life, and if you die, Dimitri dies and I won’t lose him. Do you understand? I don’t do this for you, I do this for him.”
Columbia glared at him, her face red hot with her embarrassment. She knew he was right though, if Dimi lost her now surely he would crumble...and the thought of that happening destroyed her on the spot. Causing her Dimi grief was simply not on her agenda, so she gathered whatever strength she could find and moved her body to twist him off.
She almost succeeded. This time her exertion
had almost surprised him and he was almost knocked off her body. Almost. But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades as they say, and as much as she tried, he did not fall to the side.
She grunted her last effort, and he landed on her instead, forcing the air from her lungs.
“Very good,” the concierge said with the smallest hint of approval shining in his dark eyes. “We might just make a fighter out of you yet.” He had his full weight on her body, her arms still pinned over her head as he leaned over her, and yet Columbia did not feel any sexuality from him. He was such a strange man.
“Are you sure you just want to fight?” Columbia asked from under her thick lashes, then pointedly stared down in the direction of his cock. She wasn’t flirting, but hoped to unsettle him with her bold sexual advance. It did not work. So strange.
“Ha, nice try, but you belong to him. He would cut my cock off and feed it to me one spoonful at a time if I saw you as anything but a project. You are basically a slab of meat I am sculpting into a fighter, that is it,” the concierge said and laughed.
“You are a wise man, my friend,” Dimitri said over his shoulder. Columbia immediately melted hearing his deep timbre and accented voice. Since they’d opened up to one another, he no longer worked as hard to keep the Russian accent from his words, and she loved it. The way he said her name, spoke words of love to her, and the noises he made when he drove his cock deep inside of her…she was beyond smitten, she was beyond being in love, she was completely beholden to him, body, mind and spirit.
“She’s all yours, boss,” the concierge said and dragged Columbia upwards as he stood up. He gave Dimitri her wrists and Dimi encircled them with only one of his massive hands. The concierge raised his eyebrow, looked at Columbia and gave a slight bow before he left the patio.
“I see you’ve been struggling,
little dove,” Dimitri said with a wide grin, but it was gone in an instant as his lust took over. Columbia couldn’t get enough of his smile. As they relaxed around one another, it came more frequently and with less coaxing on her part. But lust was always good...very, very good.
“You might call it that,” she said, a little tension still present in her tone. She sure didn’t like being beaten like that. “I think it was more of an ass whooping, as they say,” she continued and leaned back as Dimi laid her down again. He replaced the concierge, straddling her with her hands over her head,
holding her wrist cuffs with one hand. He had used them to signify his ownership of her at one time, but now they served symbolically. She no longer needed to be reminded that she was his, but they did come in handy at times like this when he wanted to hold her down.
She wiggled against him and t
his time there was no need for faux flirting to notice the cock pressing against her thigh. Dimi was ready to fuck her, right then and there, she almost vibrated with anticipation, waiting for him to make his move.
“You do like your ass being whipped,” he said and chuckled, reaching down with his other hand to give her a squeeze. She lifted herself up to let him get a good grab. She parted her legs and gave a little buck to give him a h
int. She wanted him between her thighs, the faster, the better.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I know what you want. Y
ou want my cock inside of you. You want your beautiful legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper and harder. In good time, little dove. For now I want to kiss you, to taste you...to keep you down like this and explore you out here in the bright sunlight, for all the sky and mountains to see and envy my place on your body.”
“Oh
, come on,” she moaned and thrust herself up against him, “just fuck me now, we’ll discuss poetry later.” He drew in a sharp breath and pressed her harder to the tile, the weight of him holding her down unleashed a desperate need for him to take her like a beast. She whimpered and sighed against his ear.
Slowly, deliberately, he licked her neck
. He released her hands and ran his own down her body. She shivered and tensed up, waiting to see where he took this. He nibbled on her fleshy lobe; she could feel his hot breath in her ear and the tiles beneath her back, warmed by the afternoon sun. “I shouldn’t be interrupting your practice,” he said as he nibbled back down to her collarbone, “but seeing you there, under him...it drove me mad with desire,” he continued and slid his tongue along her jawline. He hovered just over her lips and said, “I wanted to tear him off you and fuck you senseless when I saw you using your sex to throw him off his game…”
“I didn’t mean it,” Columbia said hastily, her cheeks flaming red at the thought of Dimitri seeing her stupid attempt to unsettle the concierge.
He kissed her lips lightly and told her, “I know you didn’t. And I know he would never act on it...but the rage I felt…” his voice trailed off as he kissed her. She relaxed and felt her face grow hot from lust rather than shame. He slid his arm under her and pulled her against him. Their bodies pressed against each other as though they had been doing it forever instead of the short time they’d been here.
“Don’t ever feel rage over the thought of me with another man,” she said as she managed to break away from his kisses. “I could never be with another now that
I have had you. You should know that by now. I am yours and yours alone,” she continued, looking him the eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. She found none.
“I know that,” he growled
against her neck, making her giggle with the vibrations from his deep voice, “but even still, you should suffer for it. You see, I was going to rush over and hold you down, savage you like a fucking stallion mounting his mare…” his voice trailed off and he set her back down. He looked at her as though he was about to devour her and continued, “Instead I will make you suffer for it...I will make you writhe with pleasure until you can barely stand it. I will make you beg for me until you’re sobbing with your need. Only then will I slide my cock into you and fuck you the way you want, little dove. Only then will I bring you the relief you already so desperately crave.”
With that he pulled her hands above her head and forced her chin up. He nibbled and nipped her neck and slid his tongue lower, licking her salty sweat as he reached the neckline of her
t-shirt. He reached down and tore it off her in one move, exposing her breasts. She gasped and moaned, and said, “I’m already begging, Dimi...please…I need...you.”
“I know that,” he replied and slid his tongue along her collarbone again, then up to her jawline and her mouth. She parted her lips to accept him and he kissed her deeply. She knew at first he wasn’t used to kissing, and neither was she. They had discovered how much they
liked kissing each other and came up with their own way of doing it.
Columbia wasn’t
naive; she knew other people followed the same mechanics of kissing as they did. But she was convinced that she and Dimitri were the best at it of all time. Nowhere in the history of the world had two beings opened themselves to each other as they did, and nowhere on the planet did two people fall in love deeper and deeper each time their mouths touched.
This time was no exception, Columbia let out a small exclamation of pleasure when his tongue reached hers. His was delicious and warm, she never knew how he managed to taste so good, but he did. The scent of expensive soap mixed with his underlying musk filled her nose and made her writhe with her need. She wanted to rage against him and force him to fill her with his cock right then and there, but knew the anticipation would only build towards the act and
add to her pleasure.
“I know you want to fuck,” Dimitri said as he pulled away
and pinned her hands again, “but I’m not finished punishing you for using what’s mine in such a frivolous fashion.” He pushed up and slid his other hand down her body, finding the waistband of her yoga pants. He moved his hand under them and cupped her mons, squeezing it gently.
“I can wait,” Columbia said and smiled, “I know what’s coming.” She tested his grip on her wrists just to check, but he still had her held tight. She tried desperately to maintain some small sliver of dignity, but was losing the battle with every
millimeter he got closer to her clit. His finger found the top of her slit and pushed lower, finding the centre of her world and the place she existed only for him.
“Can you?” he chuckled and fondled her pussy as casually as placing his arm around her shoulder while watching a film. She adored this level of intimacy almost as much as she adored
him; to be so relaxed with another human being was something she had never imagined possible.
“I think I can,” she whispered and squeezed her eyes shut. She focused on the
sensation of his finger circling her bud lazily. He was so self-assured that he didn’t need to hurry; he knew how to get her there and exactly how her body would respond. She didn’t think she could wait though, but her stubborn streak wanted to hold off from giving him his smug satisfaction as long as possible. They both knew he wasn’t truly upset about her flirtations with the concierge, they both knew this was a game and Columbia wanted to win for once. She was determined to not let him best her every damn time he touched her body.
Then again, who was she fighting? She was fighting herself, keeping her from her own orgasm. How silly was that?
Her mind always found a way to justify giving into his every whim, and she was learning slowly that it was ok. She was ok letting him take control and even though her life had erupted in chaos after killing her father, losing control to Dimitri was acceptable. He was safe.
“You are holding out on me today, aren’t you?” he said and laughed as he applied more pressure to her clit. “I’m impressed, most days I’d have you crying for me by now.”
“Fuck it,” she breathed out, opened her eyes and let herself go. His finger slid downwards, sliding as it went. She was already soaked with her need for him, and he gathered some on his finger and slid back up to her clit. He was staring intently at her, watching her face as he circled it, building pressure and speed as he saw her react.
