Eight - Carine

Knees up, with arms wrapped around them and her head buried in those, Carine had her back to the door as she sobbed.

I’ve fucked it now! She berated herself. And I took it out on Paul. He’s not the type to rape and assault so why did I shout at him?

“Uh...Carine?” A voice came through the door. “It’s Laura, can I come in? Are you all right?”

No. I’m not all right. What do you think, I screamed at him for fun?

Despite feeling safe, cocooned inside the office, Carine knew she could not stay there forever and would have to emerge at some point. Slowly she dragged herself up and peered through the glass panel in the door. Only Laura stood there and she was grateful no one else was rubbernecking behind her. She opened it a fraction before retreating like the abused dog had done earlier.

Laura entered and shut the door again, turning to look at Carine.

“Don’t,” Carine muttered as she wiped her eyes.

“Don’t what?” Laura asked, puzzled.

“Don’t look at me with that face,” Carine said.

“Okay, then whose face should I use?” Laura asked, trying to inject a little humour.

“One not filled with pity,” Carine said with a sniff. “Everyone thinks I’m nuts?” She asked.

“Of course not, they...we’re concerned for you. What’s going on, babe, you weren’t yourself this morning?”

“I…” Carine started before dissolving into tears again.

Laura crossed and took her in her arms while she cried again, stroking her back and muttering soothing words.

“You’re my best friend and I love you,” Laura said as she held Carine at arm’s length and looked into her eyes. “You can tell me anything without fear of judgement.”

“I...Last night...I was...attacked,” Carine finally managed.

“Jesus, babe!” Laura cried in shock. “What happened? Who was it? Did they..?” She asked, letting the sentence hang.

They both turned at the knock on the door as a head poked round the jamb.

“Taxi’s here, love,” Patricia said gently. “Don’t worry, we’ll cover the cost, just get yourself home and get some rest, we can sort all this out later,” she added.

Carine looked sat the kind, caring, round face of the middle-aged Patricia and nodded.

“Thanks, Pat,” she said.

As Laura escorted her from the building, Carine noticed Paul skip out of the rear door, towards the outdoor kennels, slamming it far harder than normal.

Shit, shit, shit! Carine thought as Laura let her to the taxi.

***

“Oh, Carine, I’m so sorry this happened to you, babe,” Laura said after Carine had managed to finish her story. “How did you even get away?”

Carine had been cagey about mentioning Vanadine’s presence, fearful Laura would want to go to the police and get him in trouble.

‘They will never find me.’ His voice echoed in her mind.

“Someone else came,” Carine finally confided.

“What? Who?” Laura demanded.

“A stranger...I don’t know but he…” she cut her eyes up to meet Laura’s. “Stopped them,” she added without embellishment.

“And then what?” Laura asked. “Did he bring you home? Take you to the police? What?”

“No...He said to go to the police but he made sure I was safe, gave me his coat to cover me and disappeared into the night. What are you doing?” Carine asked as Laura grabbed her phone.

“Calling the cops,” Laura said. “You were attacked and nearly raped. Those fuckers need to be stopped from doing it to anyone else.”

“They’re in no fit condition to be doing anything to anyone any more,” Carine said.

“What are you not telling me?” Laura asked, her finger poised over the call button.

“Vanadine...he broke one of their arms so badly the bones came out of the skin,” Carine said. “And all but choked the other to death,” she added.

“What?” Laura breathed. “Vanadine? What kind of name is that?”

“Um, foreign?” Carine asked. “He didn’t have an accent though so he must be from here or have been here for most of his life.”

“And he told you to call the police? Even after..?” Laura asked.

Carine nodded.

“But you didn’t?”

Carine shook her head.

“Why, babe?” Laura asked gently.

“I thought if I told anyone, even you, it’d make it more real and make me feel like a victim. This way I’ve been managing to keep it at bay as if it was just a bad memory.”

“But Paul…” Laura said.

“I know, I know, don’t remind me. But when I was back in that room and he was in front of the door…” She trailed off.

“It felt like you were back there, trapped?” Laura asked, hugging her friend. “Is it really not worth going to the police?” She asked.

“I don’t want to get him in trouble,” Carine said. “And…”

“What?”

“Well I...it was as if there was something between us, some force or energy I can’t explain.”

“Was it attraction?” Laura asked.

“Something more,” Carine said. “I mean he was hot. Like, really sexy. Tall and muscular and dark and brooding but I’d just been attacked so I wasn’t thinking anything like that. But there was this pull towards him, like an odd shift of gravity that made me lean into him,” she added. “Still, now he’s gone and there’s no way I can find him.”

“Have you never heard of socials?” Laura asked. “With a name like Vanadine, how hard can he be to look up?”

Yet after half an hour of fruitless searching through G****e, I*******m, Snapchat and X, neither Laura or Carine were any closer to finding him. There was a band, a chemical cleaner and references to vanadium but nowhere seemed to have the name apart from an American family name.

“So, that’s it,” Carine said with a deeper sadness than she knew she felt. “He’s gone and I can’t find him.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Laura said. “But who doesn’t have socials these days?”

“Millions of people, I’m sure,” Carine said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Maybe he didn’t give you his real name in case you did go to the police?” Laura suggested.

Still feeling a pit of despair in her stomach, Carine changed and snuggled in her quilt, rolling Vanadine’s coat into a ball that she hugged as she thought of him.

***

His strong body pressed her against a wall as she stared into his eyes, her heartbeat doubling when she saw the beauty and violence in them. Able to see clearly, Carine saw they were the colour of dark chocolate with honey flecks radiating from the pupil.

“Wha..?”

He laid a finger on her lips, brushing it gently across them as his own lips curled into a dark smile. Tiny sparks shot from her lips to the back of her throat, closing it as pure need liquefied inside her belly. His hand dropped to her throat, not squeezing but controlling her and her feminine side submitted instantly. He dipped his head forward, crushing her lips with his before forcing them open and plundering her mouth with his tongue. She slid her own over his, tasting mint and something like red wine. He sucked and pulled at her mouth as his free hand roamed where it wanted. Over her side, across her belly and up to cup her breast through the thin top she wore to bed.

Heavy with need and aching at his touch, Carine moaned into his mouth as he skimmed her nipple with his hand, sending electric shocks through to her spine and down into her abdomen.

Holy shit!

He trailed kisses from behind her ear, down her neck and across her shoulder, bringing a hiss as goose pimples puckered the skin on her hips and stomach. Her hands found his back, scratching and kneading the muscles she found there, making him growl deeply.

Carine could sense the danger in him but it thrilled her rather than scaring her and she revelled in the sensations flowing from his contact. His hand skimmed lower, dipping inside the flimsy shorts she wore and tracing through her trimmed pubes. He tugged them gently before bringing his hand away and tearing the thin cotton, exposing her completely.

He pulled back and let his eyes graze over her nudity, a grin splitting his lips to reveal sharp teeth that seemed to glint in the half light. He caught her wrists and held them in one hand, pulling them over her head to keep her in place. His other continued roaming over her skin, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. Every so often he would squeeze her flesh hard but not hard enough to hurt badly, the action only heightening her desire and delight.

Abruptly he spun her to face the wall, pulling her hips backwards so her ass stuck out and her pussy was open to him. He slapped her hands against the wall above her head and leaned in so his mouth was beside her ear, his hot breath tickling down her sensitive neck.

“Don’t fucking move!” He commanded as he backed away.

Carine swallowed, nervous anticipation swelling inside her and making her abdomen ache and clench with need. Blind to his actions, her other senses heightened and she could hear the ragged gasp of his breathing as he stared at her.

I do that to him. She thought triumphantly. Me!

Nails scratched across her ass cheeks hard and she whimpered her delight at the feeling. He worked his way down her right thigh behind her knee and back up towards the apex of her legs. Carine felt the heat of need burst inside her at the thought of the relief she would get when he cupped her pussy. Yet his hand skimmed from one leg to the other, avoiding touching her aching clit and scratching down the other leg before returning to avoid her needy pussy again.

“Oh, please!” She begged after four rounds of this torture.

A low, deep growling chuckle issued from behind her and she knew he was level with her ass, his eyes exposing every last intimate inch of her and pleasure shot through her at the thought.

Carine’s entire body jerked when he slapped her ass cheek, a little squeal erupting from her throat as her pussy clenched tight. She felt damp heat on her butt then, as his breath tickled hotly across her flesh. Tingles flowed up her back and it arched on its own as she hissed her pleasure.

Desperate for release, Carine almost let her had drop to touch herself but remembered his words.

Don’t fucking move!

There was some power to his command as she found herself obeying and kept her hands on the wall above her as he teased. She felt teeth graze over the skin of her ass and a sucking sensation followed by a burning tongue as he licked and nipped her cheeks, heightening the pleasure thumping through her entire frame.

Ripples of delight pulsed through her body, radiating from her hot core out and up, consuming her as he ran his tongue from her lower back, across her anus which sent a thrill of danger through her, and finally to her pussy.

I must be soaked! She thought with a hint of embarrassment.

Then his tongue hit her clit and the thoughts faded like smoke in the wind. A breath of relief left her body when he lashed his tongue over her swollen clit and circled it round the outside. He ran his tongue from clit to anus and back, sending shocks of pleasure from both areas, dipping his tongue inside her with each pass. Moans of delight escaped her lips as her body started to rise towards an orgasm, muscles tightening inside her as her desire heightened.

When he slammed three fingers inside her to the knuckles, she cried out. Carine could feel his probing digits as they found her g-spot and he rubbed at it relentlessly while lashing her clit with his tongue. Panting squeaks escaped her lips as she felt the tightening of muscles long underused until she felt as if something had to give. When she finally came, the release was overwhelming and she collapsed as her body shook, ecstasy washing away all thought and even her hearing.

She felt herself lifted and the sensation of falling shot panic through her for a second before her back hit the bed and she bounced a little. Carine looked down her body at him as he stripped his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection. It jutted towards her, thick and painfully hard, the purple head looking savage in the dim light, while the length bobbed with his heartbeat. His chest and abdomen were ridged with muscle and she saw a dark patch of fuzz starting below his belly button and leading down to his cock.

He grabbed her legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed until her ass was hanging off. He pushed her legs back and laid the hot length of his cock along her pussy, rocking his hips gently to tease her clit.

He pulled back and Carine prepared to be filled with him, stretched to her limits by his cock but he poked at her opening as if unsure what to do. She tried to adjust, to move so he could enter but he avoided her, sending thrills of frustration through her. She looked up to see him grinning at her, knowing exactly what he was doing by denying her pleasure.

Bastard! She thought while a grin spread across her own face.

When he dipped and pressed forwards it felt as if there was an endless length to his cock, as if he was delving deeper than anyone ever had and as if he would continue penetrating her forever. Eventually their bodies met and he dragged himself out, her muscles tightening around his shaft. He slammed forwards the second time, filling her in a second and stretching her pussy. Carine knew she was soaked as his cock entered with ease and he set up a maddening pace, pounding into her as he braced himself over her on his arms.

Lips peeled back in a savage expression of joy and lust, he stared into her eyes, looking into her soul as he plundered her body. Carine was as turned on by his savagery as his expression as he slammed into her repeatedly, grunting and growling through his own pleasure as if she no longer mattered. Even so she felt her muscles tightening again and the build up to an other orgasm started. With the pace he set and his cock raking over her g-spot, she rose fast and her legs shook as she moaned her way through her second hard climax of the night.

Her muscles contracted, dragging his cock inside her deeply and the tightness pushed him over the edge. He threw his head back, howling a bellow of satisfaction as his hips bucked against her, spraying hot wetness inside her. Five, six times he bucked, grunting with each thrust, his body taking over as it ground his cock inside her. Finally spent, he stared down into her eyes as she looked back at him.

“That was…” Carine started but he was gone.

***

Carine woke to heat and soaked sheets from sweat and the juices that had flowed from her. Puzzled and frustrated she looked about for Vanadine but there was no sign he had ever been there.

Fuck! Was that just a dream?