Desires of the Flesh (The Dark Lord)

Her thoughts wandered and the reasons for her doing all this became blurry. Was she really trying to expose this so-called sex god for her own benefit? Were all these exploits just a way to get his medallion back? What was it about him that had her so fully aroused her thoughts were concentrated on wanting to fuck this being so badly that her body begged for his cock to plunge into her over and over and over?

After drying her face and catching her breath, she decided to get the answers to all of these questions. Especially the last one.

After sitting back down, she started again. “Give me a second here…” She took a deep breath and picked her pad back up from where she’d dropped it. “You know, that isn’t fair. You can read my memories and secrets but I don’t know any of your secrets.”

“I have no secrets. If you want to know something, ask.”

“Have you ever been with anyone famous? Like a movie star or someone powerful?” Alyson wanted some really good gossip to complement her book and take her thoughts away from her own past.

“That would be indiscreet. But you did ask, so let me think. Does the name Pam Hartsfield mean anything to you?”

Alyson looked shocked. “No fucking way! You mean Pam Hartsfield, the CEO of Hartsfield Publishing Enterprises? Jesus. I’ve been submitting manuscripts and pitching stories to her for years.”

“She was a very passionate woman. A woman who wasn’t used to losing control of anything.” He held his hand out and Alyson grabbed it, clenching on tightly.

Chapter Five

Pam

Like most workaholics, Pam was putting in another marathon night at her desk. It was dark outside, just as it had been dark when she came to work.

She shook her head at the ineptitude of others. If she put as much emphasis on her love life as she did work, she would still be married. All three times. She liked men but none of them could keep up nor satisfy her darker desires and need for control. The men she’d had were all pussies. Thank God for alimony and battery-operated boyfriends.

She was a very powerful woman. There were no holes in her business skills and the need for control drove her to succeed even more, to achieve more than ever. She worked out at the company gym on her lunch break and kept herself in premium shape. Had she wanted to, she could probably kick the shit out of any woman who stood in her way.

Of course she could bitch-slap most guys as well. She had a patented move to deter unwanted male advances. She would stand close to them, put her hands behind their necks and knee them in the groin. After they scrunched down in pain as their family jewels were shoved up into their kidneys, she would then knee them in the nose, breaking it and leaving them helpless.

Basically, she was a mean, vindictive bitch—but a powerful one. Which was just the way she liked it.

Pam looked outside her office window into the darkness. Flashes of light scattered across the clouds from a storm that would break soon. Lightning always scared her a little. When she was a child, a bolt had struck a tree outside her bedroom window. The branch it hit fell into her house and unfortunately right through the window of her bedroom. Childhood fears always seem to linger, haunting the adult mind.

She leaned back in her leather chair exhausted, watching the lights of the city at night. She needed a life. There was a loud crack and blinding light shook Pam into a terrified frenzy. The lights in her office flickered—then went out. The emergency lights kicked in and an odd dark red glo

w seeped in to her shadowed office.

She stood up, shaken, deciding to lock her desk and go home. From the corner of her eye she saw something move through the room. Her fear of the lightning was now overshadowed by the fear of something else.

“Who the fuck’s there?” she shouted loudly, but there was no answer. Scanning the room, she didn’t see anything.

My mind must be really messing with me now.

She sat down and laughed uneasily, thinking how silly she must look. As another flash of lightning shattered the darkness, Pam saw a man standing at her door. The deep rumbling of the thunder filled the silent void of the room as Pam felt her heart began to race in panic.

“Who are y-y-y-you? What do you w-w-want?” Pam’s control over her fear and her steadiness became worthless as terror overwhelmed her. She felt stupidly weak and fragile then reached for the phone—but the stranger didn’t move.

“The phones are dead.” The deepness of his voice echoed through the darkened red glow of the room.

Pam’s hands started to shake and she heard her own rapid heartbeat as her blood flowed rapidly through her veins. She was petrified and could only stare at him.

“You know who I am. You have always wanted me. You just never asked for me to come to you…until tonight.” The stranger moved toward her with a glide. There was a catlike flow to his long, smooth strides. She sat motionless, watching him, frozen in place.

A bright flash filled the room with white light. Pam looked more closely at him for that instant and in the light she saw his black leather pants. They hugged his thick thighs and the top button was undone, daring her to look away.

Reaching behind his back, the dark man pulled out a long, gleaming knife. He twisted it in the air, showing her the reflections in its sharply honed blade. With a violent thunk, he drove the blade into the smoothly varnished top of her wooden desk. He released the handle and it stood straight like a lightning rod. He moved around the side of the desk, standing ominously close to her.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Pam yelled at him as he stood close, then reached her arm back and swung it toward him.

A loud slap broke the silence as the dark man caught her fist in his massive palm. She swung with her other hand and again he caught it in his palm, making her struggle to free her hands. The man pulled her arms wider apart, forcing her closer to his large, muscular body.