A night with Her.

Drew just laid on his bed as the cool night's gentle breeze brushed through the curtains of the window and then brushed against his bare skin. He was wearing nothing but a pare of boxers, idly staring up at the ceiling. His mind was on nothing but what awaited him.1

He sighed dreamily as he began to recall what happened the night before.2

It was the late in the evening around 9:30pm, Drew was just coming back from one of his evening lectures, which was a long way from home. He had to take two buses to go and come back.3

Hastily pacing the side walk to the nearest bus stop with his bag hanging down his shoulder, Drew couldn't help but notice the screams of a girl in a near by darkened ally. He turned to see a pair of young guys about his age, mugging someone who liked a girl from one of his classes.4

He squirmed a little as one the guys shoved the lady in to a pile of garbage by the ally just after snatching her purse.5

Without thinking, Drew walked over to them with the intention of saving the damsel in distress and well, to cut a long story short, he ended up with his bag, which had everything, all his stuff, stolen from him. He's clothes were ripped and he ended with a few bruises. He was a mess.6

As for the girl, she was too spooked out to even say thank you and just ran off. Her purse was taken too. Drew cursed uncontrollably as he reached the bus stop and got on the bus. He remained in the same foul mood as he got off. Filled with anger and frustration. He had everything in that bag. Everything.7

Slouching over with his hands in his pockets, he paced even faster hoping to catch the second bus. Which he only caught on nights when he was lucky enough and tonight, luck didn't seem to be very much on his side.8

"Wait up", He heard a voice coming from behind him. A voice quite unique, on a regular night he would have turned to find out who this voice came from. But tonight wasn't one of those nights; he had no time for that, besides the voice might not have been talking to him.9

"Drew wait."10

As if being mind controlled, he stopped dead in his tracks. That voice. After he heard it the second time he just had to stop. He was sure it came from a woman. It was so soft, yet so firm. So soothing, yet commanding. They did wonders to his ears, to him.11

He turned around to see the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. It was a lady. If that was the right name to call her for she seemed to be some kind of goddess.12

Her eyes were the most mesmerizing Cyan colour. She had lips so perfect, so delicate; they looked like the softest of kisses would be completely priceless. She was in a soft short grey cotton material, cleverly cut to reveal her hypnotically perfect curvaceous features. Her legs looked so flawless so smooth, he just had an urge to stroke them. She had pure white or 'ice-blonde' hair that contrasted with her darkened caramel-like tone and draped elegantly over her shoulders as some seemed to flow in the wind, though Drew couldn't feel much wind around.13

She looked like she didn't fit in this world. She must have been from another planet. Something so beautiful couldn't possibly have been made on this earth. She must have fallen from heaven.14

"H- how do you know my name?" Drew was finally able to say, after getting over the sight of this vision of loveliness.15

"I have my ways.", She smiled. She was leaning on her left leg, with her hands on her waist making her so much more goddess like.16

"That was some pretty brave thing, you did back there in the ally.", She grinned. Her smile seemed to light up her face, as if she wasn't beautiful enough.17

"How do you know about that?"18

"You ask too many questions, you know that?"19

He shrugged and brushed his long dark hair away from his face. "Well its not everyday a strange lady pops out of nowhere and seems to know so much about you already."20

She tilted her head still smiling, "You think I'm strange?"21

"No I think you're beautiful.” He blurted out without thinking. He lowered his head and sighed nervously after realizing what he just said.22

She laughed, "Its ok, I get that a lot.", She stepped closer to him, "Anyway, I’m her to talk about us"23

"U-us?" He muttered, feeling rather tense from having her so close.24

"Yes Drew", She said placing her finger under his chin.” Us."25

"W-what about us?" He stammered looking up at her. He noticed she was slightly taller than he was.26

"Let me put it this way.” She backed away a little bit. "I've got a soft spot for guys who respect women, or, you know, who're sweet enough to help them out of pretty sticky situations.... like what you did back there."27

"So you're some kind of feminist?"28

She smiled slyly at him, her eyes glistening almost unnaturally, "Yes but not your average kind."29

He gulped, not sure how to take what she just said.30

"What I mean is.", she stepped close to him again.,” I’m here to make it up to you."31

"H-how?" Drew dared to ask.32

"How?” she repeated seductively.33

She inched even closer to him pressing her lips against his. Drew felt as if a bolt of electricity just raced right through him, and as she parted his lips with her tongue, he felt as though his entire insides were melting. He had definitely never had a kiss like this. She held his face in her hands as he responded passionately to her kiss. Though it was just for a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity. To his disappointment she finally stopped. He didn't want that kiss to end, he felt like he had just tasted heaven.34

"I-is that it?" He asked, still trying to recover from the bliss that just been bestowed on him.35

She smiled sexily,” Not even half of it."36

He took a deep breath, brushing his hair away from his face again. She laughed at his reaction. "You'll see me tomorrow night at midnight.". She started to walk away. 37

"W-wait?” Drew called after her a few seconds later, "see you where? How do I find you?"38

She turned around and laughed again. "Baby you just stay home!” she seductively shook her hair away from her perfect face, "I'll come to you."39

Drew didn't remember telling the mysterious beauty where he lived, but everything about her, her look, her voice, her touch, her kiss.... made him believe her.40

He turned around to walk home. He had definitely missed the bus by now. He readied himself for an exhaustingly long walk when he noticed he was a few feet away from the bus stop. He stopped and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He could've sworn that he was at least thirty minutes away from the stop, now here it was right in front of him. He turned back to the place were he had met the angel-faced lady. She was gone now. Whatever it was he knew it had something to do with her.41

Now here he was dreaming, lying on his bed. Waiting for this 'reward' he felt really didn't deserve. All day he had been thinking about it. About her and her enchanting kiss. The cool night's breeze so gentle and soothing, he dosed off into a small sleep.42

He awoke to feel a finger gently caressing and tracing patterns across his lower stomach. He turned to see his goddess standing by his bed. She smiled. "Fallen asleep already love?"43

She looked breath taking. She was in a white short silk garment, which the moonlight from the window reflected on, to make it look transparent. He could see all her bodily features. Her were nipples sticking through the soft silk material. Her long flawless white hair fell over her full perfect breasts to match with her silk white garment.44

"I was waiting for you." He said, he couldn't help but just stare at her. Her beauty was still just unbelievable.45

"I know.", She looked at him and smiled warmly as she bent over and stroked his hair, brushing it away from his face.46

"You're not bad looking at all", Her tone was so soft and soothing. "Why hide it under all that hair.", she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.47

He took in a deep breath as she bent over him fall exposing her smooth supple bosom which had some kind of strange marking or tattoo on it. She smelt so good. Her aroma was so arousing.48

He looked at her. She looked so angelic with her white locks falling over her face.” I knew you'd come."49

"Ya", she said positioning her self on top him. "They always do."50

Before Drew could ask what she meant by 'they', she was already planting warm shocking kisses over his neck and chest. He could only gasp as they sent tingling sensations right through him.51

With his reflexes starting to take full control of him, he reached up to grab her waist bringing her close to him as they both shared one of those unique heavenly tasting kisses.52

He reached down under her silk garment to stroke her flawless legs. Her skin alone was like living silk. Smooth, flawless and incredibly soft.53

He gasped a little as he felt her bare behind. She wore no panties. She giggled softly between their kiss. "You're adorable", She said as she reached down to feel his hard throbbing erection.54

He gasped again as she eased it out of his boxers, stroking it ever so tenderly. A simple touch on his chin or his face made him tingle, now here she was stroking his hardness it was indescribable. He was beginning to wonder if he could handle everything this woman had to give.55

Drew stared between gasps as she eased her self out of the lacy straps of her dress and watched the piece of material fall loosely to her waist. He was now looking at a pair of full perfectly rounded breasts that slowly rose and fell as she breathe.56

Hesitantly he reached up to caress her pair of perfection, getting more turned on as she moaned and her nipples hardened under his touch. 57

The sound of her soft moaning ringing in his ears and the feel of the moistness between her legs made him extremely horny now, he could barely take or handle it.58

As if reading his thoughts, she placed her wetness on top of his throbbing hardness but before she let him take her, she reached down coming so close to his ear as she said the words, “Brace yourself love, you’re gonna like this.” And with that she slowly eased him into her warm wetness.59

Drew closed his eyes in indescribable ecstasy. He was sure he had never felt such throbbing pleasure like this. She felt so hot, like hot lava yet she felt so good. It was so hard to explain. Moving back and forth, she increased the pace. Drew began to take short fast breaths, as she was just overwhelming. He tried hard not moan, but failed.60

He tightened his grip on her waist urging her to move faster as he moved upwards into her. This pleasure continued for what seemed like an eternity to Drew for he was lost in a world of pleasure not aware of anything else but the heavenly sensation he was experiencing right then.61

He reached up to grab one of her breasts as she too began to moan a little louder as she began to come taking him with her. He shut his eyes feeling something so similar to a convulsion as the most overwhelming orgasm spun right through him like one huge bolt of electricity. They both moaned in pleasure.62

He opened his eyes breathing heavily. He looked at the nude goddess on top of him also breathing quite heavily too. Her chest rising and falling as a small smile of satisfaction played on her lips.63

A cool wisp of breeze came through the window brushing against them cooling the heat that they had both shared as they were both brought back to reality. They stared at each other for a while, a short silence between them before she finally leaned close on top him, her face directly on his.64

She looked into his eyes, “Now that you’ve been with me and shared my pleasure.” She stroked his hair, she seemed to be fond of that, and “You must promise me something.”65

Drew looked at her perfect beautiful face, looked into the enthralling cyan colour of her eyes. He would have given this woman his soul if she asked for it. “Anything.” He muttered, his voice was now low and raspy and contrasted with the soft smoothness of hers.66

“You must promise me.” She continued. “That you would treat every woman, lady or girl as if she were a queen and not yours to dishonour or take advantage of.”67

He could see seriousness in her eyes. He was a bit puzzled with this request but he nodded.68

She smiled, “Good.” She leaned in and kissed him again softly and warmly. Drew responded closing his eyes as her soft kiss seemed to make him drift away…69

Drew opened his eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed different. He remembered the pleasure he had just experienced. She wasn’t here any more. He looked at the clock. It read 12:15. He was quite sure the mysterious woman arrived at midnight. He could’ve sworn that what they shared took way longer than fifteen minutes. 70

It was no dream. He told himself. He looked down to find his was still wearing his boxers and he was lying in the same position he had been in when he first got on the bed. Drew knew that what he experienced was no dream even though the clock and all other things said other wise. But instead, he drifted into a blissful sleep knowing better than to try to figure out his mysterious lover, he dreamt of her instead. He dreamt of his sweet, flawless angel.71

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It was a cold stormy night. Rain beat heavily upon the roof of Damon Davenport’s house. He was in the bathroom and had just flushed the toilet and moved over to the mirror. He studied his tired looking reflection. His moist looking unkempt blond hair roughly fell over his face. He began to take of his Rolex watch as his phone beeped all of a sudden. He looked at the phone it read ‘Lisa’. He opened it to read the text, which said: “Damon where r u? y haven’t you called? I said I was sorry already…p.s babe call me soon.”73

He growled after reading it. “Crazy *bunny* won’t take no for an answer.” He said as he turned off the phone. He frowned at his reflection in the mirror. In his opinion he looked older than a man in his early thirties. He blamed it on the stress of work and women.74

He was too busy analyzing and grumbling over his looks when he heard a loud crash that sounded a lot like the breaking of glass. The noise seemed to come from his bedroom.75

He hastily paced towards his room opening the door and then stopped dead in his tracks after seeing who had just broken into his room.76

He stood frozen in shock and stared at the familiar figure standing in front of his broken window as she brushed pieces of glass off her black coat and of her ice-blonde hair, which she had up, in a tight bun. She brushed off her outfit as if she wasn’t aware of his presence in the room. But he knew she was. Oh he knew her so well, but it never occurred to him that she might one day return again after all these years…77

“C-Catherine..” He said after he was finally able to gain his voice. She looked up at him. “Damon Davenport.” She moved closer to him. A stroke of lightening flashed making her features clearer for like a nano second. She stepped closer to him. She looked different. She didn’t let her hair down like she usually did and he didn’t remember her ever wearing black like she did now. Her makeup looked dark. Dark eye shadow, dark lip sticks. In fact all her features, except for her long white hair, were dark.78

Judging by her appearance, Damon thought she might not be here for a pleasant reason. Not sure what to say, he stammered, “I-its nice t-to see you again Catherine.”79

She smiled gravely at him, “Wish I could say the same.” Just then the sound of thunder clapped loudly behind them. The storm grew heavier. And of a sudden his entire room went completely dark as the power went out. 80

Damon froze in a state of confusion and fear. He knew what kind of woman was before him. Though he had never seen her violent, just a great source of pleasure, he knew well enough that she was no ordinary lady.81

“C-Catherine?” He uttered timidly in nervous fear, the darkness haunting him. In reply, he felt himself being struck by something hard. Then he completely blacked out.82

Damon awoke to find himself on the bed of his room. Candles now lit up the place. He tried to get up, but realized he couldn’t move. Both his legs and arms were tied, no, chained to the four posts of the bed and he was completely nude.83

He panicked as he frantically looked around. “I’m here Damon.” He heard her familiar voice now in a grave version. He turned to see her sitting cross-legged in front of his broken window, which she had pulled the curtains over. She had taken off her coat to reveal a tight black leather outfit that clung so uncomfortably to her body and shiny thigh high boots with chains that hung off them. The rays of light from the candles made her look quite frightening as they reflected on her.84

Damon stared at her still in a state of panic. “What’s going on Catherine?”85

“You tell me.” Her voice was so grave and calm. “I never thought it would come to this Damon. I thought we had a deal.”86

He panted fearfully, “It was a long time ago.”87

“A long time ago”, she laughed as she shifted in her chair. Damon eyed her outfit.88

“What’s the matter?” She looked at him. “Don’t you like my kinky outfit? I thought you were now into kinkiness?”89

She stood up and for the first time he noticed the deadly looking whip she had in her gloved hands. “Hmm? Mr Kinky? Now kinky enough to consort to raping..”90

Damon gasped his eyes roaming upwards restlessly? She knew. How could she possibly know? How was it that sometimes she seemed to be aware of everything?91

“Yes Damon I know.” She said fiddling with the whip as she moved closer to him. He noticed the deadly sharp metal spikes attached to the whip. Taking short breaths in so much fear, he turned to her. “Catherine…” He looked into her cyan eyes, the only part of her body that seemed not to be taken over by complete darkness. “Please…”92

“Nuh –uh”, She whispered coldly as she lowered the whip unto his chest moving it slowly along his body. He shivered as he felt the cold prick of the spikes slowly tracing along his skin. Oh how he hated the feeling of being completely naked and chained. Completely exposed to her. He was as vulnerable as ever, completely at her mercy not knowing what plans she had up her sleeve for him. It was extremely frightful.93

“We had a deal remember?” She looked down at him and bent over to stroke his hair. She always loved to do that. “Now you have to pay!” She roughly shoved his face.94

“P-pay?” He stammered, his eyes welling up.95

“Yes pay.” She smiled devilishly waving the whip at him. He got the point.96

“Catherine no!” he shook his head looking at her with pleading eyes. “Please I can change, it was a long time ago how did you expect-”97

“Quit your yapping and take it like a man” She yelled insanely for the first time. She raised the whip and struck it hard. It landed on the bed inches away from Damon’s thigh. He was silenced in fear and shock as he watched as spikes from the whip dug into the sheets of his bed ripping that portion up. His eyes widened98

“Your now breaking hearts, dumping, taking advantage of us…then you practically rape a girl a young girl.”99

“I didn’t rape her, she wanted it, she-“100

“She didn’t know what she wanted Damon! She was nineteen! She was young!”101

Damon gulped he was now fresh out of words. He sorrowfully came to the terms that there was no escaping his fate. Whatever his fate was.102

“You ripped many women’s heart into shreds Damon.” Her tone was flat and cold. “Now,” She slid the whip across her palm. “I’m gonna rip you into shreds.”103

Damon gulped, He could only stare at her with pleading eyes, as he found nothing else to say.104

“Now lets get started shall we?” She said as she loosened her tight bun. You’d think that would have reduced the graveness of her look. But it only made it worse as her white locks fell wildly over her face making her look insanely scary.105

“I really hoped it would never come to this love.” She looked at him. There was tiniest hint of warmth in her eyes as she said, “Close your eyes.”106

Damon obeyed, shutting his eyes in so much fear and the slightest of hopes that this was just a nightmare. He heard a sharp whistle as she raised the whip in the air and a loud ‘thwart!’ as it landed right across his chest sending the most agonising pain right through him. He wailed tears spilling out of his now half-shut eyes as he heard a ripping sound as the spikes tore through his flesh.107

He wailed again opening his eyes he saw her standing still holding the whip, which was now covered in blood and had residues of his flesh stuck to its spikes. “I told you not to opened your eyes!” Her tone was flat and cold. She sent another one lashing across his left thigh. He wailed louder than before.108

“Catherine!” He begged, “I don’t deserve this.” His eyes welled up. “Please stop.”109

“The night we first met, I gave you my body cuz you bought flowers for a lonely girl even thought you really didn’t deserve it!” She glared at him. “That’s what happens when you encounter an angel slash devil like me!”110

She struck the whip and its landed right on his dick. He wailed this time sobbing a little as it tore off flesh from both his penis and his sac. He felt moisture beneath him from blood spilling from his ghastly scars and being soaked by the sheets.111

She lashed him brutally for what seemed like an eternity. His wails echoed the entire room, as the whip sent blood and little pieces of his flesh flying round the room. but she didn’t bat an eye. She just continued.112

She finally dropped the whip now breathing heavily as she stared at his brutally scarred body. 113

“And now for my grand finale.” She said firmly.114

Grand finale? Damon thought. After she was through, Damon wished he had never found out what her grand finale was. She had given him something to make him numb and well…castrated him. With tools she had in the pocket of her coat. Damon was now left alone sobbing on his bed,with horrid scars and without his manhood, wishing she had just killed him instead. He sobbed until he drifted off to sleep. 115

When he opened his eyes, the power was back on; the clock read 12:15 as usual. There was nothing to prove that she had ever arrived in his room. The chains everything had gone. He got up and looked at himself. He was still naked but there were no scars on him, nothing at all. He looked down at the sheets that were formally soaked with blood. They were dry and spotless now. His window. He went to his window. She had broken it when she got in. There was no way she could cover up that one. He swiftly jumped out of his bed and drew back the curtains. Windows were still intact nothing was broken.116

Shaking his head in wonder, Damon stared out the window, as the pouring rain from the storm still hadn’t subsided. He wondered how in all his years he could under estimate such a woman. He should have known by now that she couldn’t possibly be normal.117

He recalled the days in his late teen years when he thought she was some kind of angel.118

He would never think that again. What Catherine did to him this night was horrible. Despite the fact that he might have been quite cruel and thoughtless to women in the recent years, he felt he didn’t deserve what she did to him. No one did. The wounds and scars may have mysteriously disappeared, but the indescribable fear and pain would always remain in his memory.119

To some, she might have been an angel sent from heaven to give utmost pleasure and bliss, but tonight she showed him a taste of hell. She showed him the devil in her. And he was sure he wasn’t the first to encounter such a side of her. As a wave of thunder clapped ever so loudly, he cursed the day he ever met the angel who gave him an experience of hell.120