Page 32 of The Guru: Shadow

Dark secrets.

And that was exactly the reason why she had to stay away from him. Let alone, he now had the means to ruin her entirely, and he would without the blink of a second. She was sure of it, as she had witnessed the malicious fire in his eyes when he recorded it. It was power. Power over her and the power let his eyes shimmer in a million shades of predatory satisfaction.

His eyes.

So breathtakingly deep.

Resembling the darkness of the night, the depth of the deepest ocean, so cold, so piercing, and only the thought of it let a shiver of pinching rawness run down her spine.

Marie, her mother, who had been neck-deep into all sorts of gurus and spiritual things after her husband, or, in other words, the scumbag calling himself her father, died, had been more than sure that a person’s soul reflected in their eyes. Not that she would believe a word of whatever came out of Marie’s mouth, as she went totally sideways into very strange and expensive ceremonies to ‘find herself’, until she lost all her money and was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s. However, this one time, she might have been right. Deis’ eyes reflected his dark soul perfectly. A man who knew no right or wrong, no laws, no boundaries, no mercy.

I must stay away, as far as I can.

Her clit however, thought otherwise. Pulsating, it sent a tickling sensation into her core and into the rest of her body. Without thinking, she let her hand wander down, and the moment her finger touched her swollen jewel, images replayed in front of her inner eye.

Deis’ eyes.

His words.

“Don’t fucking move.”

His grip around my throat.

“Good, because you’ll do that again.”

His eyes, stripping me to my core.

And she started to rub her clit in circling movements, clapping onto it every once in a while. But she wanted more. None of it was enough. She wanted to feel something fucking her.

Him fucking me.

Only that wasn’t an option. So she leaned over to the nightstand and rummaged for her vibrator, her best friend during the years with Chris, as he was always focused on himself and never really tried to make her come. With the vibrator, she knew exactly what she needed to do. So when she rolled around to lay on her stomach, she trailed it from the back between her thighs, letting it arouse her clit, her labia, and entrance, just by pressing it on.

Closing her eyes, she thought about how it would feel if Deis were behind her, rubbing his cock between her thighs, and the images of his cock in her mouth flashed again and again through her mind.

His girth was perfect. It was all about girth for her, which was why her vibrator was a wide one, not the longest. Although Deis’ cock was also quite long, it was not the length that did it for her. The length was even painful, and she could literally feel him thrusting deep into her throat again. The moment he had pushed in deeper, her throat felt as if it would burst, rip apart, but the sensation that came with it had her aroused even more. And she couldn’t help but have a movie play in front of her inner eye, so dirty that it made her core explode in want, in need for being taken as she gave up all the control.

I need to see it again.

And as she reached for her phone, she opened the video he had sent her. Seeing her own desperation, seeing his cock slide into her mouth from his position made her whole lower abdomen explode from heat. How glorious it would be if she had the vibrator deep in her while he fucked her mouth. Gods, she had to release the tension in her core. As she rewatched it again, there was a singular moment where her eyes had became dark. It was the same moment she had relaxed her throat and given in to his control.

Putting the phone against the bed’s headboard, she watched his cock entering her mouth while she took the vibrator and pushed it into her core without wetting it; she was dripping anyway. She started to fuck herself with it, eventually closing her eyes again, imagining how it would feel to have Deis taking her hard from behind. How he would thrust into her with the same strength he had when hammering in her mouth, one of his hands wandering to her neck, into her hair, pulling it back so she had nowhere to go and only take his cock.

And then she heard his dark voice growling behind her,“I hope you’re a thinking of me fucking that beautiful cunt of yours.”And she came with an explosion of fireworks in her core, leaving her in a blissful moment of relief waving through her whole body.

Gods, this was soreal.

The waves of her orgasm flattened, and she started to think again.

I only heard him in my mind, right?

She had to reassure herself, and as she turned around, there was no one there – except…

Oh my god.

She gasped and sat upright in the bed within a nanosecond while her heart began to hammer against her chest.

The door. I am sure it was closed. Because I always close the door.